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Kelly. 27. Sideblog. Fanfic appreciation and other fanfic related things. 18+/NSFW. I have lots of ideas but am a SLOW writer. Mostly Marvel. Search 'firewolf writes' for my fics. A masterlist will come soon.

[interestedbystanderwrites]

The Man Returns

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: smut, language, adult themes.

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: Hotelier!Bucky bringing you all the power moves in paradise. Please share this, comment or like - I always love to hear your thoughts xo

Title Inspo: The Man - The Killers (Wonderful Wonderful)

Read The Man first - implied adult themes and smut/fluff (NSFW)

Eye-opening was an understatement, you realised as you were guided into “Mr Barnes” private jet. Champagne was waiting on ice as well as some freshly sliced fruit. Oh, how the rich rolled. ‘Twas certainly not your usual fare of coach, travellers scaly bare feet, screaming, miserable babies and the rest that came with it.

“Welcome onboard,” you were greeted by a well-presented middle-aged lady as she reached for your carry on and jacket. “May I stow these for you?”

“Oh. Yes, please. Thanks,” you stammered and she gave a quirk of her lip, figuring you out immediately. This was all very new and you felt like a deer in headlights. You imagined you resembled one too.

“Champagne?” She hoisted the bottle of Krug into her hands and gave the bottle a gentle pop.

“Please,” anything to whet your pellet, to calm your nerves, to help you figure out why the fuck you had taken James up on his insanely generous albeit ridiculous offer.

“Please take a seat, ma’am. Mr Barnes is on a conference call in the main building but he shouldn’t be much longer. We will be wheels up upon his arrival,” she said, before pottering over to the galley, starting a pot of some fresh coffee.

“Thank you,” you called after her, taking a sip from the cool crystal flute in your palm and nervously took a seat, the leather soft under you.

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[firewolf-marvels]

That resort sounds like heaven. Especially with someone like James with you.

Despite him being the big boss CEO he's so considerate and I'm so here for it. Not only to the reader but to his employees as well.

Ohhh shit, that ending. I hope this means there's more to come!

[interestedbystanderwrites]

The Man

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: smut, language, adult themes.

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: While I could have written a simple CEO!Bucky, this one gave me easy access to a lot more of the world. Please share this, comment or like - I always love to hear your thoughts xo

Title Inspo: The Man - The Killers (Wonderful Wonderful)

If there was anything more pitiful than sitting alone at the bar at your ex’s wedding, it was getting tipsier each drink you downed on your own, you assumed. The clammy drink tumbler in your hand and once again down to its dregs… not to mention the room was starting to spin a little.

You were just biding your time, waiting for a lull in proceedings to make phantom away. You ditched the “singles” table (the fucking gall of it in the first place) you’d been seated at hours ago and found peace with the bartender’s sad gaze at your lonely predicament. It was probably nothing new to him anyway -

“Anyone sittin’ here?” A voice asked as you politely shook your head. It was time to make a move anyway, enough was enough. You collected your clutch ready to make your unassuming dash.

“Seat’s all yours,” you muttered. “Enjoy your night.”

“Off so soon?” He asked as you attempted to walk away.

You turned back. “Not a wedding person,” you found yourself replying.

“Here for the bride or groom?”

Neither, you wanted to reply. “Groom,” you swallowed to cover your dry throat.

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[firewolf-marvels]

He was just soft enough to make you not as nervous as you could've been.  Yassss, perfect!

That was so hot and sweet. 🔥🖤

Off to reading part 2 :D

[promarvelfangirl]

Pool Boy

Pool Boy 

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing:  Bucky x Reader

Warnings:None

Summary:  Inspired by my bestie Hayley, who saw a Barnes Pools Van and the rest is history.

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“I’m doing it”  You hold the phone between your shoulder and ear, checking out your new bathing suit in the mirror.

“I’m sorry you’re what? You don’t have a pool!”  Your friend almost shrieks on the phone.

“Yes I do. I have to go, my appointment is in ten minutes.”  She wishes you good luck and you toss your phone on your bed.

You take one last glance in the mirror pulling on some shorts and head to your living room, choosing to wait on the couch for your special guest.

You knew you were being ridiculous, but you were sick of his stupid winks and stupid flirting.

You had known Bucky Barnes for a few years.  He was a daily presence in your bakery, always grabbing a coffee and whatever you had featured in the display on the counter.

Bucky was devilishly handsome, his hair always pulled neatly back in a short bun.  He always had the same uniform, dark wash jeans and a stained grey tee shirt that read Barnes Pools.  And then there was that smirk that never seemed to leave his face.

It annoyed you to no end how he would flirt and wink.  Only allowing you to help him, even though your staff was fully capable.  He always seemed to know your schedule and you were certain it was your meddling senior citizen employee Joyce.

“You’re a modern girl, you ask him out.”  She did have a point, so after waiting almost two years you were making the move.

You had told your best friend your plan only for her to look at you as if you had sprouted a third eye.  While you were a successful businesswoman, you weren’t quite at the status of owning an inground pool, so you bought a small blow up one at Target.

You filled up the pool in your backyard throwing leaves and dirt in it, after looking at your handy work you placed a call to Barnes Pools, insisting that only Bucky be allowed to come clean your very dirty pool.

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[firewolf-marvels]

This is so funny and cute! I had this big dumb smile on my face while reading it. 🥰

[winterhawkkisses]

If the idea hits you, maybe some WinterHawk fluff in a bubble bath

931.

“Scoot,” Clint says.

Bucky’s like a crocodile, mostly submerged under the water apart from his eyes and - okay, less reptilian - his hair. He’s shoved it all up on top of his head, tied in place with a rubber band, and Clint’s told him about this. Natasha, too, actually - they were clearly brought up without proper respect for hair care.

At least he’s got the bubbles right - there are mountains of them, and the room smells warm and damp and sharply citrus, and Clint can almost feel the aches and pains easing out of him already. He grabs a proper, cotton-wrapped hair tie off the bathroom counter and wraps it around his wrist before tugging off his shirt. There’s a gently shifting splash of water from the tub; Bucky’s paying attention. It’d be nice if it was the abs but it’s more likely the huge black bruise across Clint’s side that’s grabbed him.

“It’ll heal,” Clint says. “Scoot.”

Bucky surfaces a little more, scowling, and shifts himself enough forward that Clint can carefully clamber into the tub behind him. It takes longer than it should - his knee’s particularly reluctant to bend the right way - but eventually he’s got them situated just right, and he can set to carefully untangling the brown rubber from Bucky’s hair.

“Medics?” Bucky says, and Clint scoffs. It warms something inside him that he knows Bucky well enough that he can see his eye roll even from behind his head. “There’s ice packs in the freezer,” he says. Clint knows this, which means it’s an order. He’s okay with that.

Finally the band comes loose and Clint flicks it directly into the trash can across the room. He carefully runs his fingers through Bucky’s hair, detangling it; Bucky settles back against him ‘cos he’s always like a cat in this. He takes care, though, not to rest too much weight against Clint’s side, and Clint figures the best love is always unspoken, and carefully ties Bucky’s hair - with a tie that won’t hurt like hell when it comes out - away from his face.

[firewolf-marvels]

Adorable 🥰🥰

[yvesdot]

Credit to @Jake_Wolff on twitter. Yeah; why can’t we do that?!

[interestedbystanderwrites]

Notorious - 11/?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: smut, angst, language, adult themes.

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: Part 11 - enjoy. And please, feel free to REBLOG and share your comments/criticisms with me. I’ll reblog with tags later. 

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Title Inspo: infamous - disreputable - dishonourable - tarnished - Avengers MC, Brooklyn USA.

Notorious Masterlist

Standing before Bucky’s hospital room, you weren’t surprised to be greeted by your first name from the armed security before it. “Hi,” you said in return.

“Agent Barnes is in rehab currently. But he said if you turned up at any time, he was to be contacted immediately – ”

Holding your hands up, begging for calm and quiet, you replied, “No, no, don’t bother him.”

“I can take you down there if you prefer?” a smooth female voice said from behind you. Spinning around, Natasha was approaching you, a far cry from the last time you saw her in her almost-Madam garb. Red hair braided down her back, black jeans, black sweater, black leather jacket, heavy black boots, weapon on her hip and her badge draped around her neck. Black was clearly her thing.

You forced yourself to your full height as the corner of her lip quirked. It didn’t matter how big you made yourself, she had the ability to make you feel about two-feet tall with something as minute as a quiver of her plump ruby lips. It wasn’t hard to understand how Natasha found herself in her previous work-related role, she was demure yet terrifying. 

“Come along,” she ushered, her cool hand slithering into the crook of your arm, leading you away towards the elevator bay. Allowing you in first, she pressed for the floor and the doors closed behind you.

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[firewolf-marvels]

Natasha is a good friend to Bucky, I absolutely appreciate that, but at the same time kindly fuck off and leave her be.

“I don’t want to be here. Frankly, I don’t know how I got here. This whole experience is so fucking surreal that forgetting all of you didn’t exist is actually what I’d prefer.” This! If Natasha wants her to give Bucky some slack she has to give her some slack too.

“We’ve had to restrain him several times,” Strange spooke up, eyeing you. lol 😂

“How do I get you to forgive me, sweetface? You’re so far away from me and I don’t have a damn clue what you’re thinking. You’re so guarded. I know I have so much to make up for. So, so much. But I need you to know, I love you, baby,” he said. At least he's trying. And without forcing his apology on her.

“Then tell me, sweetface,” he sighed gently. “What do you need?” This is going in the right direction.

“I just need you.” Good. Good.

🥰🥰

Damn, my feelings went all over the place this chapter!

[captain-rogers-beard]

His Favorite Sweater

Title:  His Favorite Sweater

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  Ransom comes home in a bad mood to find you wearing his favorite sweater. And nothing else.

Characters:  Ransom Drysdale x female reader

Word Count:  1532

Warnings:  NO SPOILERS. Harsh language, strong sexual content, dirty talk, Ransom has a potty mouth,

Author’s Notes:  From this request: I just want to ride Ransom- in his car, on a couch, I don’t care, just riding him while he talks dirty to me - anon and for the ransom fic!! how abt reader wears one of his sweaters and gets really turned on and he gets even more turned on because she’s not wearing anything underneath?? - anon and you wearing Ransom’s favorite sweater? That’s all I got because I haven’t seen it yet. - @samsgoddess.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc.) without my express written permission. Reblogs are fine.***

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[firewolf-marvels]

Oh damn, I definitely needed this!

[pastelparrotlet]

I hope in 2020 you get to write that thing you’ve been wanting to write, and you write it amazingly.

[white-icing]

raise your hand if you have so many ideas that you’re not talented enough for

[theawesomeraccoon]

[interestedbystanderwrites]

Notorious - 10/?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: smut, angst, language, adult themes.

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: Part 10 - enjoy. And please, feel free to REBLOG and share your comments/criticisms with me. I’ll reblog with tags later. Thank you to my delightful @whostheblondegirlwriting​ for having a look at this mess xo

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Title Inspo: infamous - disreputable - dishonourable - tarnished - Avengers MC, Brooklyn USA.

Notorious Masterlist

You stared at the ceiling and watched the fan continue its slow, monotonous rotation above you – it felt like time had stood still. You hadn’t seen or heard word of Bucky in about a week and for him, while it wasn’t entirely alarming, you’d tried calling a few times and only got a dead end with the repetitive recorded message, “This number could not be connected” so you assumed he’d probably had gotten a new number and would contact you when he could.

It didn’t confuse you any less though. You just weren’t sure what was going on – it seemed like things were on the way up for you both. Hell, you’d had a wonderful date, minus the last part of it. You’d met the MC, dubious characters they were or not, they’d more or less welcomed you with open arms. It was reassuring, you had seen too much TV of MC’s and gangs in total shoot ‘em up, drugs, danger-type situations. But this crew just didn’t give you that vibe.

And for a smart person, you certainly felt like a dickhead for thinking that everything was an open door for you. Bucky had admitted without saying a word that bad shit went down and he would protect you against it no end. You had learned that even though he’d tell you absolutely anything you needed to know, it was probably best to just leave sleeping dogs lie. He didn’t want to scare you and you were in too deep to want to be scared off.

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[firewolf-marvels]

yes, to the man you loved. And the ‘love’ part made everything so much goddamn worse. Awww. I wonder what happened.

Excuse me!!?? That's not good Monday morning news. Or any day news for that matter! How!?

You just needed to avoid the real world. Because right now, it was the last place you wanted to try and exist in. Well duhh. Like.. woah. Anyone getting an information dump like that would need time.

Aww man, she has all the right to feel how she feels but still ☹️ I hope she goes to talk to him (Eventually. I mean he does deserve some anger from her).

[interestedbystanderwrites]

Notorious - 9/?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: smut, angst, language, adult themes.

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: Part 9 - enjoy. And please, feel free to REBLOG and share your comments/criticisms with me. I’ll reblog with tags later.

Wish to be tagged? Please send an ask. I do not do series tag lists. Do not request to be put on one.

Title Inspo: infamous - disreputable - dishonourable - tarnished - Avengers MC, Brooklyn USA.

Notorious Masterlist

“The Black Widow,” you spoke quietly and Bucky tucked you under his arm as you stood before the gentleman’s club, not nearly humoured by the red and black neon spider hovering above the doorway. “And here I was thinking we’d be heading to the MC. Boy, was I wrong.”

Bucky gave you a wry half-smile. “This is where most of our nights are spent,” he admitted as a few jovial men wandered past, laughing loudly as the lone security guard stopped them, shaking his head. You disregarded them, men all easily forgotten, distracted by ill thoughts of the ladies inside flaunting for Bucky’s attention, their outfits… and their outward sexuality that sometimes you were a little shy to exhibit to him. Fuck, now you were well and truly in your own head.

“What?!” one of the lads exclaimed. “I know Wanda is on tonight. I’m a regular on Wanda’s nights. She expects my tips. All of ‘em,” he howled, grabbing at his crotch suggestively to his friends who snickered and you were certainly repulsed now that they’d brought your attention back to their obscene antics. Basic.

“Family night tonight, boys,” the bouncer replied in his dark green army fatigues, nodding to Bucky. “He can explain it to you further if you don’t like my explanation.”

Bucky gave them a breezy wink before his face changed darkly and it was unlike anything you’d seen before. You had mentally blocked this part of Bucky’s life so often to now but it was all starting to make sense. SAA for the Avengers MC. He had a record, a history and as much as he pretends he’s an open book to you, he sheltered you from this part of his life and you did your best to ignore it - the danger, the violence and other less desirables.

He was the enforcer, not this guy taking up the wide bulk of the doorway. Bucky was strong, commanded respect whether it was out of fear or not and could put a hole in the face of the prettiest frat boy asshole.

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[firewolf-marvels]

Fuck, now you were well and truly in your own head. Ehh not good, but that was to be expected.

You were certainly repulsed. YEP! Sometimes men are truly disgusting.

"Trust me when I say this, Buck. You will certainly be making this up to me in some way tonight.” hehehe

“I’m Steve. I’m the guy who ruined your night.” “Oh, it’s not just tonight,” Ooohh shots fired haha.

“Smitten. Embarrassingly so.” Sorry but not sorry Buck, this is cute. Keep on blushing. Hahaha

“These legs stay covered,” he retorted. “Or wrapped around my head when deemed appropriate.” 😂😂😂

“But not all is as it seems, дорогая. Don’t fall too hard.” UH OH

[firewolf-marvels]

I live!! Haha

My personal stuff is finally settling down a bit and with that I am trying to catch up on all the amazing fics I was tagged in (and others too of course). Catching up might take a while though.

I'd also love to get back to writing, but I'll have to see how that goes because with a bit of luck I'm starting an internship soon (I have an interview next week, so fingers crossed). Let's hope I'll actually have the time and energy for writing.

But yeah, I'm back and will definitely try to be more active and stay active :)

[interestedbystanderwrites]

Notorious - 8/?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: smut, angst, language, adult themes.

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: Part 8 - enjoy. And please, feel free to REBLOG and share your comments/criticisms with me. I’ll reblog with tags later.

Wish to be tagged? Please send an ask. I do not do series tag lists. Do not request to be put on one. 

Title Inspo: infamous - disreputable - dishonourable - tarnished - Avengers MC, Brooklyn USA.

Notorious Masterlist

This was really, actually happening, you realised as you sucked in your tummy again, standing to your full height in the mirror. You had never been so particular preparing for a date in your life. But there was just something about that Bucky fucking Barnes.

Drinks and dinner, no big (sure). But it was nice to get out of your apartment and share some fresh night air with other human beings. You heard Bucky’s familiar knock a while later, surprisingly no motorbike revs prior tolerating you to his arrival but gathered yourself with a deep breath and let him in with a smile. “Hey.”

How you bit back the gasp that begged to the be let out as you took in his broad form was award-winning – well worn brown boots, his long, strong legs clad in too tight black jeans, a black V-neck tee that clung desperately to his chest and black leather jacket, his long hair loose from its usual manbun, stubble shaved closer but would still leave a tingle later. You were so heady from his cologne, you felt your knees beg to give out but you managed to remain on your feet.

He took a sharp inhale and ran his hand though his dark waves, his deep blue eyes blatantly gazing down your body and he widened his stance. “Okay, so we’re doing this,” he told himself, both of you, nervously. It was exceptionally sweet.

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[firewolf-marvels]

You were so heady from his cologne, you felt your knees beg to give out but you managed to remain on your feet. mhhhmm

If you knew Bucky was a bartender here, you'd have been here every damn night. Hehe true

“Would you ever consider leaving the MC?” Ooohhh daring!

You smoothed a hand down his cheek, cupping just under his ear reassuringly and he snuggled into your touch, eyes slipping closed for a half second. D'aaawww🥰 I live for soft biker bucky

It's true, he needs to make that decision.

“I just don’t play the game to come in second,” Ouch! But yes it wouldn't be fair to either of them.

It’s time for you to meet the family.” Ooooohhhhh

[interestedbystanderwrites]

If

Everyone had their ways to decompress after a mission. Bucky disappeared, Sam fronted up to the VA, you found solace in music so loud in your ears, it felt like your brain would explode.

Why music? Well, if it was loud enough, it could distract you from memories of bloodied limbs, chilling screams and worse. But dear God, your whole body was exhausted. You were mentally drained. But the adrenaline still seared through your veins, it would be hours before you went to sleep.

Janet Jackson’s If would deafen anyone within a 100m radius. Like Bucky, who wandered out of his room, sloppy in his too big gym shorts and shirtless, frowning and pointing at your ears, lips moving and arms waving gently as you slipped the earphones off.

“ - must be goddamn deaf. Remind me to get you the details of Clint’s hearing guy,” he muttered.

“Oh, you can hear that?” you mumbled from the couch as Bucky’s eyes widened.

“Yes, I have super solider hearing. How the fuck aren’t your ears bleeding?” 

“Sorry, Buck. I didn’t even know you were here,” you admitted. 

He grunted and went to the fridge, leaning in, sifting around and coming back empty. “I’m ordering pizza - you want?” he pulled his phone from his shorts pocket, opening an app and looking up waiting for your answer. 

“Sure, thanks. Didn’t even think of food, to be honest.”

“Pepperoni?” 

“Whatever you want, Buck,” you told him as he gave you a single nod.

Turning down the music down and putting the earbuds back in, you watched his brawn collapse onto the other side of the couch, hair sprawled out across the cushions as he continued scrolling through his phone. Your eyes fluttered closed before you knew it.

“Oh, Jesus Bucky,” you exclaimed as Bucky’s body pounded into you, your whole body humming with pleasure as he fucked you roughly into the mattress. It was the most natural feeling in the world. 

You took in his form hovering above you, his strong muscular shoulders moving like poetry in motion, ripping down his spine and leading to that adorable bubble butt. He grunted as he flicked his sweaty hair from his dark blue eyes and licked the sweat on his upper lip. “Are you close?” he begged, licking your lip before bitting it, his ministrations never halting. 

“Yeah, baby, I’m close,” you managed through lack of breath from his heaving form. But dear god, if you didn’t love the feel of his weight on you. 

“Good girl,” he managed, panting a breath. He reached between your bodies and moved his thumb to your clit. “Come on, drench the sheets, sweetheart,” he urged, circling your bundle of nerves as he hit the right spot and there it was, why you two worked for fucking well together. He could read your body like a book. “Oh, hell yeah,” he drawled as your orgasm tightened around him and his hips wound up, setting his pleasure off as well - 

Feeling a palm no your thigh, you jumped a mile as you woke with a jolt. There was Bucky, face-to-face with you, a small grin on his face. “Pizza’s here,” he mouthed, slipping your earphones out.

“Oh,” you told him startled, your heart rate from your dream and Bucky’s fright still thrumming in your chest. “Fuck,” you mouthed to yourself as you watched Bucky go to Sam’s apartment door, nabbing the pizza from the delivery guy. You pulled the cushion to your chest, a little embarrassed, a rosy red blushing your cheeks as Bucky tossed the box on the coffee table. 

“What was that song you were listening to?” Bucky asked, throwing his body over the couch to sit beside you, his knee nudging against your, a jolt of electricity rippled through you.

“Uhh,” you muttered as you looked at the playlist.

“Just on. Kinda of rock-y, sexy as hell.”

Dead, you just wanted the floor to swallow you whole. “Um, Janet Jackson. It’s called If.”

He grinned widely. “I like it.” 

“That’s great, Buck,” you smashed some pizza into your mouth to avoid putting your foot in it. 

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[firewolf-marvels]

I'm very familiar with that dream 😇😂😂

[hispeculiartreasure]

All We’ve Got is Time - Chapter Fifteen | B.B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

AU: If They’d Survived/Post-War/Window Washer!Bucky Barnes

Rating: Teen

Word count: 4,300

Chapter 15/24

Warnings: Language, PTSD symptoms, lots of angst, Bucky is sad, allusions to horrible war time, self-loathing, etc.

AN: It’s hard to articulate exactly why this chapter was so hard for me to write. My own mental health played a big part in it, but there was something deeper I was forced to work through when confronted with their heavy conversation. Forever shoutout to my relentless cheerleader @lucyyannabel.  I’m blessed to have @barnesrogersvstheworld in my life, who put a finger on my doubts and worries of this chapter and gently shooed them away. May we all have an Attie in our life who so ardently tells you how valuable and loved you are. And you are, Reader. I promise. Love you.

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‘All We’ve Got is Time’ Masterlist

“Chevrolet Corporate, Anderson’s desk, how may I help you?” you rattle off into your desk phone’s handset, distracted by the rough draft of a memo your boss had tossed on your desk with little instruction.

“Hey, baby.”

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[firewolf-marvels]

“Not really. I can’t put my finger on it, but something’s not right with him. I can’t shake the idea that he’s avoiding me.” something is off!!

“Are you eating this pie or marrying it?” hahahaha. He sounds like Dean Winchester xD

Oh no, that definitely sounds like it triggered some ptsd.

The insecurities that come with a situation like that are so awful. Do you reach out? Do they want space? I'm glad she could reach Steve and ask him about it a bit.

“Don’t shut her out. You know you can’t scare her away. Obviously she wants to be part of your life, so let her. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” Please please listen to Steve, Buck.

BEKA WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?

My god Beka, this chapter, the feels, the pain, you're killing me (but it's beautiful)

“Don’t get better for me. James Buchanan Barnes is worthy enough to get better for himself.” very important

“I don’t know what getting better for myself even looks like.” THIS, man I feel this

Cute ending to such a heavy chapter!

[hispeculiartreasure]

All We’ve Got is Time - Chapter Fifteen | B.B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

AU: If They’d Survived/Post-War/Window Washer!Bucky Barnes

Rating: Teen

Word count: 4,300

Chapter 15/24

Warnings: Language, PTSD symptoms, lots of angst, Bucky is sad, allusions to horrible war time, self-loathing, etc.

AN: It’s hard to articulate exactly why this chapter was so hard for me to write. My own mental health played a big part in it, but there was something deeper I was forced to work through when confronted with their heavy conversation. Forever shoutout to my relentless cheerleader @lucyyannabel.  I’m blessed to have @barnesrogersvstheworld in my life, who put a finger on my doubts and worries of this chapter and gently shooed them away. May we all have an Attie in our life who so ardently tells you how valuable and loved you are. And you are, Reader. I promise. Love you.

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‘All We’ve Got is Time’ Masterlist

“Chevrolet Corporate, Anderson’s desk, how may I help you?” you rattle off into your desk phone’s handset, distracted by the rough draft of a memo your boss had tossed on your desk with little instruction.

“Hey, baby.”

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[firewolf-marvels]

“Not really. I can’t put my finger on it, but something’s not right with him. I can’t shake the idea that he’s avoiding me.” something is off!!

“Are you eating this pie or marrying it?” hahahaha. He sounds like Dean Winchester xD

Oh no, that definitely sounds like it triggered some ptsd.

The insecurities that come with a situation like that are so awful. Do you reach out? Do they want space? I'm glad she could reach Steve and ask him about it a bit.

“Don’t shut her out. You know you can’t scare her away. Obviously she wants to be part of your life, so let her. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” Please please listen to Steve, Buck.

BEKA WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?

My god Beka, this chapter, the feels, the pain, you're killing me (but it's beautiful)

“Don’t get better for me. James Buchanan Barnes is worthy enough to get better for himself.” very important

“I don’t know what getting better for myself even looks like.” THIS, man I feel this

Cute ending to such a heavy chapter!

[hispeculiartreasure]

All We’ve Got is Time - Chapter Fourteen | B.B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

AU: If They’d Survived/Post-War/Window Washer!Bucky Barnes

Rating: Teen

Word count: 4,000

Chapter 14/24

Warnings: Language. Flashback to a traumatic event from Bucky’s time of service that is fairly upsetting. If you’d rather skip it, do not read the italicized text at the end of this chapter.

AN: This chapter took so much out of me, I’m not going to lie. For sure, the majority of it is good feelings and fluff. But I spent a lot of time crying over this, I felt like my heart was bleeding. Please take the warning to heart, I don’t want anyone to go through any sort of anguish without a little bit of preparation. Chapter 15 is going to be a rough ride as well, just a heads up. The good news is that I’m back on my original posting schedule, woohoo! Returning to posting every other Thursday unless something changes again. I love you.

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[firewolf-marvels]

He thanked you for things that were so natural you didn’t even realize you were doing them.

Again your eyes settle on your favorite line - “You’re so familiar to my life now, I can hardly imagine a time when you weren’t in it.” Delicately you trace the word Bucky had written before your nickname - darling - then run a finger over his soothing scrawl of ‘Your Window Washer’. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

For all the affection you doted upon each other, none had ever felt quite so intimate, so. . . tender. My heart ❤️

Even amid the panic a part of your heart keened at the comfort Bucky was providing, at the feeling of being cared for. Yessssss

He straightens and arches a sardonic brow. “That your way of saying I look ugly today?” lol that's me and my friends

Aww he's so worried about it all.

Ohh Bucky ☹️