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But I crumble completely when you cry
about me mar. twenty. she/her. non-native english speaker. angst connoisseur.
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pairing: sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut (p-in-v & unprotected, oral - f!receiving, fingering, creampie, lots of dirty talk, edging, p-pronouns, light p-inspection, mentions of somno and free use), dom!Bucky, power imbalance, sugar daddy / sugar baby dynamic, age gap (reader in mid-to-late twenties while Bucky’s in his early forties), mentioned illness/death of parents (minor characters), money troubles, i.e., debt, bills, etc., alcohol consumption, one instance of smoking, no mentions of y/n
word count: 31.8k
summary: The arrangement is simple enough: you give him friendship, he gives you a better life. But between the private dinners cozied up in a booth and the charity galas pressed to his side, it’s getting harder for you to hold up your end of the bargain when you’re starting to feel things for your sugar daddy that were not included in the contract…
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pairing: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
summary: After the mission of returning the infinity stones goes wrong, the power stone leaves you with something you can’t get rid of. You survive the exposure, but now Bucky can only survive you in small doses.
word count: 5.2 k
warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, implied smut, no happy ending (kind of open), graphic depictions of physical stress, mentions of blood and medical trauma, separation/implied breakup, self-destructive behavior. | english is not my first language so I'm sorry in advance for any mistypo/grammar mistake.
a/n: may I say thank you to the lovely anon who made this request based on Smallville Lara and Clark’s last kiss? Honestly I cried a lot while writing this 🥀 I hope you guys enjoy it and I’m sorry in advance for what you’re about to read.
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pairing: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
summary: After the mission of returning the infinity stones goes wrong, the power stone leaves you with something you can’t get rid of. You survive the exposure, but now Bucky can only survive you in small doses.
word count: 5.2 k
warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, implied smut, no happy ending (kind of open), graphic depictions of physical stress, mentions of blood and medical trauma, separation/implied breakup, self-destructive behavior. | english is not my first language so I'm sorry in advance for any mistypo/grammar mistake.
a/n: may I say thank you to the lovely anon who made this request based on Smallville Lara and Clark’s last kiss? Honestly I cried a lot while writing this 🥀 I hope you guys enjoy it and I’m sorry in advance for what you’re about to read.
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pairing thunderbolts!bucky x PR!reader (enemies to lovers trope)
summary When your whole world collided, your job was the only thing you hold to. Trough the blip and grief you became the perfect employee, but then you are assigned to turn Bucky Barnes, retired assasin into a PR dream, and your job doesn't seem so easy anymore.
tags/warnings enemies to lovers; grief; death; hurt; they are kind of mean to eachother; bad attempt to emulate angers tower fics lol; incoming angst
author's note hi!! this is going to be a series obviously but i just wanted to test the idea. this is my first bucky fic so please let me know if i got the character right. ALSOO please like, comment, or repost if you liked it, i really appreciate it <3
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The unrelenting sound of the NYC Subway floats in the air as the train finally pulls into stop.
-"Grand Central–42 St"- The monotone voice of a woman cuts through the speakers.
A sudden stampede of people pulling forward at your sides snaps you from the dizzying state that you had drifted to in the middle of stops. Leaving your comfortable spot against the small rail in the back of the wagon, you harden your grip, knuckles turning white, against the styrofoam cup of hot coffee. Your elbow swiftly glued to your other side pressing a black leather folder under your arm, the front smartly hidden underneath your sleeve to not draw attention to its design.
The rush hour never treated you nicely, the morning cold seeping through your skin-coloured pantyhose, the impatient workers trying to make it into their schedule and the usual chaos that New York city was on a daily basis, but more annoying since it was the start of your day.
Through people elbowing you and trying to pass you as if you were made of pure air, you made it to the subway entrance. Ignoring the thought of how many illnesses you must have picked up in your hands, you straighten your dark blue blazer. You'll be damned if you showed up with a crease after you spent an hour steaming your clothes at your kitchen last night, your boss wouldn't let you hear the end of it for sure.
You sighed as the amber sky became present over you, and trying to not get your heels trapped into the weird patterns of the concrete, you started to make your way through the familiar streets. Soon enough, a tall skyscraper appeared, your eyes flicked undividedly to the top of it, searching for the letter that also used to match the one in your folder, the bold “A”, but it never came. Instead, vertigo hit you just from thinking how many floors you had to go up now.
You loved the tower, probably you spent more hours inside of your office there than in your own one bedroom apartment, but now the atmosphere was different, definitely darker. A mixed feeling of sadness and grief was stuck onto the walls, the lonely desks and the empty bullpens. Long gone were the days where jazz melodies filled the speakers in each corridor and laughter was not only heard but also resounded through the panels. A place where you found your passion and also, your family.
People always defined you as an overachiever, and maybe they were right. You were really young in comparison to your other colleagues when you finished your major in International Relations with excel notes, and that was just the beginning. You were a year far from finishing a master of Professional Studies in Crisis & Emergency Management when Pepper Potts got in contact with you through the email you addressed in your thesis.
She was surprised to hear your voice, even said she expected you to be a elderly man with anger issues for the type of job she wanted to offer you. You laughed thinking she was joking, but she was not. As naive as you could be, you accepted, knowing that working in such a huge company as Stark Industries was like taking a skyrocket to the exact point where you always imagined you would end up, and turning an ear deaf to the warnings of people.
You thought you would argue with angry senators, making conferences around the globe to promote the company's reach or something just as epic as you had seen people do in TV shows. Instead, your job required you to sell action figures, arrange photoshoots and erase scandals from the public eye.
Like the time where Thor wandered the streets of New York in just boxers, while he loudly (and drunk) complained about some ex-girlfriend. The videos immediately spread through the internet like wildfire and you came up with the only solution you could think of, hire a Thor lookalike to repeat the same thing over and over again until everyone thought it was just a bit meant to entertain tourists at Times Square.
Or the time where Hulk destroyed a man´s car (in his defense the man was taking photos really close with a blinding flash and it woke the worst of him) and you prayed that the image of the green monster painting toys to donate to charity was enough to keep people at least not terrified to death about him.
But after all of that, your hard work had finally paid off as Tony Stark trusted you enough to write the first drafts to the Sokovia Accords, which you did, but immediately regretted as you watched the team being divided by an irremediable crack. You worked even harder to maintain at least some of the respect the public had for The Avengers, trying to paint them as normal humans with feelings that made mistakes too. Families had crises too, right? Maybe they didn't involve superpowers and special prisons, but still, the context was just a little bit different.
Years passed by slowly and painfully, like swallowing rocks. You couldn't leave the company, maybe you were emotionally compromised, but you were determined to get its glory back. That's the reason why you stayed after the Snap.
Walking into the office almost empty if it wasn't for other two coworkers and Natasha, who took the leadership without even questioning it, was gut wrenching. Without products to sell or scandals to manage, you drifted into organizing press conferences and maintaining global communications with other countries.
After some weeks of staying extra hours, one day you felt sleep on top of some papers, drool accumulating in your forearm which you were using as a pillow when the sudden sound of a paper bag was placed in front of you. You immediately jumped in place, your reading glasses sliding down your frame, and right through them the figure of a redhead appeared.
Natasha smirked at you, finding the scene fun, but after seeing you blush, she just shrugged and opened the bag, taking out a plastic container that had a burger logo.
"”Figured it out that you may have skipped dinner”" She briefly explained and then proceeded to sit in the wheeled office chair beside you, grabbing a filled to the top fries carton, taking each one and eating while meticulously observing you, trying to read you. Instead, you opened conversation, letting her in to fill the void in the cubicle where you spent your working days.
The friendship blossomed from there, making you her right hand, bringing back the business to life.
In those five years you gained a best friend, considering how lonely you both were, you even went as far as to call each other sisters. She trained you with quick sparrings (which always ended up with you on the floor mat begging for mercy and air) and you trained her in pop culture, your favorite movies and whatever drama that was happening in social media.
Probably what you missed the most was those nights where sleeping felt like dangerous territory. The silence and the loneliness of it clinging to you like smoke after a fire, impossible to escape, impossible to breathe. So, you'd go to the Tower, with the excuse of finishing some papers you left there earlier, and you'd find her sitting at the burgundy couch in the middle of the common room, her look as haunted as yours. A moment later, music would fill the space, encapsulating the room in a bubble, so far away from the terror, the war and the past. And you both danced, drunk in happiness, the type of happiness you only realise it had been there because your cheeks start to ache from smiling.
The song would be a saccharine pop, volume so high even the unbrokeable windows would wobble, but at that hour of the night it didn't matter. Both of your minds aching to forget and move on, and when you thought you got the hand of it, life struck again.
You knew the price of the victory was high, sacrifices are bound to happen, but nothing could ever prepare to lose someone. And deep in your heart, when you walked the morning after in the Tower and the silence was screaming back at you, pain painting everyone's face, you knew she wasn't coming back. Not in another jet, not in five years, never.
The timeline blurried after that.
You buried yourself in self pity and an illegal overload of work, all done through the confinement of your small apartment and your laptop. Barely surviving out of cereal and instant noodles, the high achiever was left behind, even doing the dishes twice a week felt energy draining.
One afternoon, you received a call (more like dozens of them) offering you your old job, in the Tower which had been restored. The answer came confidently, a hard no and the slam of the red button on your screen. The last thing you needed was to go back there.
But then the image of Valentina de Fontaine standing in a podium with the chaos of what you assumed to be New York city behind her, appeared on your TV, demanding your full attention. She then presented her team, the New Avengers.
The name gave you a visceral reaction, your brain catching up a second later, but before you could form an opinion, Yelena Romanoff came up beside the authoritarian woman, grabbing her by the shoulders and muttering a phrase, which you didn't catch in your hazy state.
Immediately, you jumped out of your designated spot on your uncomfortable couch, grabbing your phone from the floor and dialling the number who called you weeks ago. Maybe you didn't have superpowers or any type of gift to help Natasha, but if you could honor her and help her sister in any way, you would.
That's the statement phrase you say to yourself to cheer you up when the elevator’s doors open, welcoming you into the eighteenth flor of the now WatchTower, where the conference room awaits you.
Given your rush, you murmured some type of salute to the secretary sitting at the desk in the right side of the waiting area and then proceeded to open the heavy grey door, pushing with the minimal force you were able to make that early in the morning.
When you stepped into the room, panting and feeling a thin layer of sweat covering your temples, everyone turned to look at you. Your face elaborated a weak side smile, your version of an apology.
Yelena was sitting at the far right edge, when you made eye contact she just raised her hand slightly, waving at you. Beside her, the Red Guardian imitated her gesture, way more dramatic, hitting his elbow in the process. Ava laughed under her breath, she was sitting on the far left edge of the table with Bob at her side, who was watching the scene silently.
Walker was nowhere in sight, which should've worried you given the nature of your job was keeping him out of trouble, but you decided to put that topic for after your lunch break.
You took the only seat left beside Bob, immediately in front of you, Bucky Barnes caught your eye.
There was nothing particularly new about him today: same long hair down to his jawline, tucked behind his ears, same black tactical long sleeve you've seen him wear a thousand times and same uninterested look. He traced your movements as you sat down, eyes wandering around your figure. When you finally completed the action and decided to look him back to give at least a polite smile, he was already drifting, turning his attention to an imaginary point between Ava and Bob.
"”Sorry for being late, the subway was a bit crowded today”" is what you decided to say, putting down the styrofoam cup of coffee (now gone cold) and the folder in your area of the large table.
“Ha! Subway! Is that still a thing?”" Valentina joked, looking around the table for approval, earning zero laughs whatsoever. She took a seat in the head chair, the wrinkle of the leather filling the dead silence. "”Difficult public today I see”
After a clap of her hands, the automatic white curtains started to cover the windows, lights turning off on command too, the projector behind her gaining the attention of everyone in the room.
“I’ve arranged this meeting to talk about the public image of the team”
You could make out a graphic on the slide, six lines with different colors in it, the gears of your brain started to turn.
“Thanks to our amazing…mmhm…PR manager?” She said, furrowing her eyebrows and signaling to you with both hands. You just nodded in confirmation, trying to keep your expression neutral.
“People are loving us!!” The sudden raise of her voice made Alexei, who was falling asleep in his seat, jump wide awake. You couldn't help but grin at the sound of Yelena’s muffled laugh.
“But we have one problem. These lines represent the amount of positive comments we see about all of you across our social media, as you can see the acceptance its surprisingly high”
You followed the figure of Valentina’s finger, which was pointing to the dark blue line of the graphic. The line was a little bit lower than the others, but at the end of the graphic the line was almost hitting the bottom.
“Except for this one”
A warm sensation started to form in your gut, you knew who this was about, you dreaded this moment, but after all it was your job.
“Whose line is it?” Bob asked, looking up at the image.
“Barnes” you deadpanned, feeling everyone's curious eyes pointing at you. You decided to focus on the statistics of it all, pretending to be particularly interested in the graphic, rather than to meet the piercing stare that you were feeling heavy on your side profile.
“We noticed a decrease in the general public’s acceptance of James Barnes, so we need to take action to get it back to normal” You prayed that the group didn't notice the slight red burning up in your ears, you were feeling like a caged animal.
“For the well being of the team, of course”" You finished your vague speech, not knowing how to defend whatever was about to come from Valentina’s mouth.
“Well, I brought some ideas!” She said before clapping her hands again to change the slide.
The next one was a stock image of a man playing with puppies, his smile felt painful as it occupied almost all of his face. From the corner of the screen, an image of Bucky’s face made its way to replace the man’s from the photo.
“Puppy dates!” Your boss exclaimed, the excitement visible in her expression.
The room erupted in laughter.
The table shook every time Alexei hit it, Yelena was grabbing her stomach, balancing back and forth, not making any effort to contain her laugh. You swear you could see a tear leaking from Ava's eye, as she observed the way Bob was trying (and very much failing) not to let any chuckles fall from his mouth.
The sharp scrap of a chair across the floor made everyone quiet again, and you froze, you were frightened to turn as you heard footsteps making their way to the door.
When you finally got out of your trance, you noticed that Barnes had really left the meeting.
“Come on! This wasn't even the best one! I have plenty more” Valentina continued to show the slides and explain what their goal was, but you tuned out the echo of the voices, turning them into distant background noise.
Your thoughts were moving at full speed through your mind. If Barnes didn't hate you before, with all his avoidant gaze and indifference, he for sure despised you now.It was like a silent agreement, he didn't get himself in trouble and you didn't get in his way, but now you had to break it for bigger reasons.
You had to turn the goddamn Winter Soldier, ex deadliest assassin of the world, into a lovely and kind hero. This was going to be probably the most difficult challenge in your career so far, but you were excited to work with him and succeed, right?
Your head gained a couple pounds since the last hour you had spent sitting in front of your computer, an emotional support bag of chips beside you on the couch, busy enough with the blank document before you to mind the little crumbs falling.
In the last sixty minutes you couldn't bring yourself to write a single word, the title “Operation America’s sweetheart” sending chills along your spine, despite having your favorite hoodie on. This was part of your job, you had done this before, like when last month you had to upload a video of Yelena and Alexei bonding and you decided that playing Just Dance was the move. Or that time when you got that partnership with the app Calm and you put Bob to narrate a sleep story, and people absolutely loved it. He did too, the next week he was asking for advice to open up an ASMR youtube channel.
But this time was different. The rest of the team wanted (deep inside) people to like them and accept them, they were tired of living in the shadows and were determined to make things right, except Bucky.
You didn't know much about him really, you knew he was trying to get into politics and then dropped everything when Valentina got him to enter the New Avengers. He was a closed-off man, wouldn't utter a word if it wasn't extremely necessary, and you understand that, he went through quite a lot. But the others did too, and they treated you nicely or at least with respect, maybe you shouldn't give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was just an asshole.
And you wouldn't put your job at risk, at least not for a person that couldn't even look your way to acknowledge you. So, after cleaning your greasy fingers on the fabric of your clothes, you started to type ideas, you were going to transform the serious Bucky Barnes into a literal ray of sunshine.
The glasses you were wearing were doing wonders for your sore eyes after a long research on James Buchanan Barnes. The lack of proper sleep coming through your lazy steps to the Watchtower.
The first step is getting to know what you're working with, ideally you would do an interview with the client, getting to know what they are trying to portray and establish a concept that feels genuine enough for people to believe in, but this wasn't the ideal case.
Instead you decided to sacrifice your rest to dig some old S.H.I.E.L.D archives about the soldier, only to hit a dead end. You spent more hours than you were willing to admit reading psychological tests, medical stats and other experiments about him. To be honest, half the time you didn't get what they were supposed to mean, but after the thirteenth document, you decided it was enough. You weren't getting any personal information that was useful to your campaign.
That's why you decided to get it yourself.
The elevator’s ding cut through your ravelling thoughts as you made your way to the living room, without even taking your foot out you could hear the familiar chaos.
"Bob! Bob! Bob!" John and Yelena were chanting, both grinning and raising their arms in enthusiasm.
"What are you guys doing?"
The sound of your voice made them stop, and you couldn't help but to laugh when Bob turned around, his cheeks full.
"He’s trying to fit as many marshmallows as possible in his mouth," Walker explained, while the blonde just shoved the bag of marshmallows to Bob’s chest.
"¡Keep going Bob!"
"How many has he got yet?"
Before they could answer, Bob raised a finger and mumbled some words. You think you heard seven before all the marshmallows started to erupt from his mouth. John and Yelena started to give him a lesson making him blush.
"You shouldn't have talked!"
"Try it again!"
"Have anyone seen Barnes?" You asked, so they all just shrugged their shoulders.
"I think he was in the terrace" Yelena gave you a compassive look, rubbing your right shoulder in support "Good luck with that"
"Thanks"
As you left behind the weird scene, the nervousness began to creep up your system. It was just going to be a friendly (mostly work related) conversation but it felt like walking right to the eye of the storm.
You found him sitting in a patio chair, his back turned to you, a black long sleeve shirt covering the frame of his broad figure. The sound of you fake clearing your throat alerted him, making him sit straight in a second, you put your black folder against your chest as if it was a shield that could protect you for what was about to go down.
"Hi James" You opted to say" Is it okay if I sit here?"
The scraping of the patio chair beside him made him turn to face you, his eyes lingering in the object that you were grasping, and he just nodded in response.
The sky was bright, hiding behind some clouds, you were thankful that the sun wasn't too strong today. The view before seemed more interesting than the task in hand, that's when you noticed the fake plastic plants in the flowerpots or the amount of leaves that were piling up in the corner of the rail. You don't exactly remember if you had been here before, but the terrace stood up like a place frozen in time, probably the only one where you could find some loneliness in the building. And yet, here you were bothering Barnes in what probably was the best part of his day.
"So, James, I have some questions I would like you to answer if that’s alright" You took the slight drop of his stiff position as a sign to continue.
"Okay… How is the team treating you? Do you like them?"
The silence felt too loud as your question lingered in the air, the overthinking coming in like a habit. After a beat, he nodded again, rearranging his position in the chair. Now he was laid back, still sitting straight with his arms crossed around his chest.
"Alright then, what do you think about the missions you are assigned?”
He kept looking straight, the city of New York as tumultuous as always filling the gaps of his answer. You got the hint that he wasn't going to answer your brief pop quiz, fool you for thinking this was going to be easy. The exasperation made you sigh, you knew you didn't have the best relationship -because you had none- but at least he could try to be polite. He wasn't even looking at you.
"Barnes, I know you probably don't want to do this, but i really need some answers" You really tried to sound neutral, but he was keeping that attitude and you had enough, the lack of sleep probably having its consequences.
"Lets try a fun one, what is your favo…"
The sudden movement of him standing up and pushing back the heavy chair like it was made of air made you jump. He was finally looking at you, his blue eyes cold and sharp. If you weren't so bothered, maybe you would have been scared, but you couldn't concentrate on two emotions at once. The slight gesture of his jaw clenching caught your eye, he was trying to contain something, and you were tired of talking with a wall, so you tilted your head, singing him to spit it out.
"I´m not a fucking toy figure, Im not something you can redesign, so tell Valentina to leave me alone. I've had enough of this bullshit"
Your mouth dropped in disbelief, you think it was the most you've heard of him in years, and it wasn't exactly a good thing. You were processing his voice, dark and low, when he turned back to you, his metal hand on the handle of the double door.
"If you want to sell a lie, make it up yourself, you're good at that, right?"
And with that, he left, the loud slam of the door as it closed making you come right to your senses. Did he try to make a hurtful comment about your job?
You came here in peace, just trying to know him, and he treated you like a plague he couldn't eradicate. Anger was boiling inside you, warming up your cheeks. You were good at what you did, you knew that, you couldn't let a difficult case disturb your performance. The determination was probably reckless, but you needed to prove it to him, prove it to you, that you were capable.
The afternoon sun came right through the window warming the room, Mean Girls was playing on the TV working as a background noise as you and Yelena had already seen it a thousand times. You were laying on your stomach, papers spread around your figure, your purpose of getting ahead of your work defeated the moment you entered her bedroom.
The blonde almost fell down the bed with laughter when the too familiar scene of students attacking each other like animals came on the screen, her head was upside down hanging from the edge and when the giggles faded, she looked at you with a serious expression.
"He was kind of an asshole I'll give you that" She finally agreed with you after fifteen minutes of rambling about the terrace incident. "But he has been through a lot, I mean it's obvious he was going to turn into a grumpy grandpa.”
You grabbed a licorice red twist and aimed right to her forehead, making her sit straight after the shot.
"Don't call him that" You lectured, turning back to the movie, in your rear view you noticed that she rolled her eyes in a mocking tone " I know he's been through hell and back, but is it too hard to smile for some pictures?”
The sooner you get your job done, the sooner you are out of his hair. It was just a simple transaction, but he seemed to make things complicated.
"Listen, I've been through similar things, the programming, people trying to control your life. You aren't exactly full of trust after that. " Her lips closed shut, probably from remembering the first time you met, when she acted rude until you dropped her sister’s name.
"If you want him to open up, make him trust you. Maybe he could use a friend.”
You tilted your head, the train of thought becoming clearer. It's been a long time since you tried to get to know a new person, perhaps you could learn to be a little less cold and calculative than usual. Fuck Valentina and her ideas, you were going to do this your way, not matter how long it takes.
Hope started to bloom in your chest with the idea of your goal completed, but then it faded away the second Yelena opened her mouth again.
"Or maybe he’s going to punch you with the metal arm if you come close.”
She giggled when another piece of licorice was thrown in her direction, her arms protecting her head.
That simple conversation in your friend's room leads you to an intense investigation about the soldier’s life, stepping into every corner on the internet to find interviews, photos and even old footage from his time in the Howling commandos.
Maybe it was the late hour or the sudden loneliness that surrendered your apartment, but you started to overthink.
It began with a video, what once was Sergeant Barnes waving his right hand and mouthing words. You couldn't guess which year it belonged to, but the unintelligible audio and grainy image gave you an idea. The colors seemed washed away, the sky behind him looking grey, but his uniform, a shade of army green, contrasted with the gold insignia attached to his chest.
Curiosity creeped in, it looked like he was on a stage or a podium of some sort, people around him clapping their hands on congrats. Did he accomplish something important? Was he saying goodbye to them?
It wasn't clear, and the doubt had to die inside of you, you couldn't ask about his time in the military, it would be disrespectful.
Suddenly, your brainstorm concluded when a group of ladies were brought up on stage. Their skirts were floor length and they all seemed to be wearing the same type of uniform. It reminded you of the ones nurses used to wear on those old war movies you came across on TV.
The girl who positioned herself to his right caught your attention, her ponytail moving side to side with her trust. And then, he looked in her direction, his eyes lightning up in recognition.
His smile grew even bigger when he pulled her to his side, his hand carefully placed on her waist. The other girls also took a place on stage, but the distance was clear.
The head of a photographer became visible on the bottom of the screen, he was holding a camera that seemed bigger than him. And when he signaled with his fingers “on the count of three”, the girl stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss on Bucky’s cheek.
You let out a silent gasp, the scene felt like it was straight out of a romcom. And you searched, really searched, for a trace of discomfort or even a faint awkward reaction from him, but there were none. He seemed happy, truly happy.
So you stopped your search there, the old memories started to feel like a self inflicted torture. But the image of his smile kept haunting you even when you slammed your computer shut.
There was a natural ease in the way she got closer to him that felt like a blow to your chest. You were sure that if now you got that close to Barnes he would snap at you like a furious dog. Any time you step into a room, he would trace down your movements as if you were a threat to him, even though you were just a girl and he was a super soldier.
That's why you decided that the first step to the plan was going to establish a conversation with him, and if you were lucky enough, maybe get to know him and warm him up. You knew that Bucky had to be buried somewhere.
Today was a rare day as the team had a day off. Without fighting targets or PR duties, they were lingering around the tower, bored and moping as always. You decided to use your exclusive access to the system of the building, and you noticed that Bucky had left a couple of minutes ago.
So, you grabbed your bag and your small notebook, determined to walk around New York to find him and hoping that the fresh air and public place would work in your favour. You wandered through the closer streets, following the flood of tourists, your eyes quickly tracing every person that resembled his figure.
The sky was getting darker, a breeze started to appear making it hard to keep your hair out of your face, so when you spotted a small record shop in a parallel street. The facade of the store wasn't too appealing, probably its best days were behind it, but the cozy atmosphere felt like a refugee at this time.
Feeling the defeat of your mission, you decided to enter,, the bell at the top of the door announcing your entrance to no one in particular as it was practically empty besides from the old man at the counter, who briefly gave you a salute. Inside, the smell of old wood and coffee invaded your nostrils, your stomach grunted in protest reminding you of your lack of a proper lunch for being walking around New York all day.
There was a table in the middle of the room, a box full of CDs on top, which brought you back in time where you still had a cd player in your room and used to treat yourself to a new one whenever something felt good enough to recognize it. Your fingertips traced the dividers between each category, stopping when you spotted the album you and Natasha used to blast on late nights which felt eternal.
The impulsive thought of buying it came instantly, and you were debating the absurd decision (because you didn't have a player anymore) when the unexpected sound of a deep voice startled you.
"Are you following me?"
The perception of a warmth that wasn't there beside you before followed, you turned around in your heels to face him. His expression was as cold and somber as earlier, making you shiver, your immediate response would be to run, to escape the confrontation, but you were searching for him and you couldn't back it up now. It was too late.
"No" you deadpanned, the word coming out quite like a question but he didn't notice it, or didn't care.
"Why are you here?" The question felt appropriate as He stood there like a sore thumb, dressed all back with a leather jacket that didn't match the vibe of the shop.
Instead of words, Bucky lifted his glove covered left hand, waving a vinyl in front of you.
"Oh great, what are you buying?"
His demeanor changed when your spirit of continuing the conversation came through as if for a brief moment he had forgotten who you were and why he had his guard up all the time. He maintained eye contact (which was starting to generate a visceral reaction out of you) and twitched his jawline.
"Listen,I'm sorry, I didn’t want to be rude to you but I really mean it when I say I won't be participating in what Valentina has asked you to do.”
Your eyebrows were raised in amusement, you had expected anything to come out of his mouth except for an apology that looked sincere. Your gears started to turn, maybe if you were discreet with your work, he won't be as irritated by it like before.
"Valentina didn’t ask me to come" You half lied, turning around before he could see your face and detect something.
"I actually came here to buy a CD" The plastic box did nothing to put a distance between you as you raised it in front of his face. You were grateful you didn't let go of it when this interaction started.
He opened his mouth, and your heart was pounding in anticipation of him blowing your buff, but he didn't. Instead he shut it again and started to make his way to the counter, where the owner was pretending to wipe the cash register. You followed him, decided to get through this, and finally settled with your hip against the wood, awaiting your turn.
"Buck!" The man lit up, his white moustache raising with his smile. "Haven´t seen you in a long time, boy."
The supersoldier suddenly seemed shy, not expecting the gracious recognition, but he returned the greeting with a slight lift of one side of his mouth, which you did not fail to spot from your position.
“Hello Mr. Davis”
“Oh! Is she your girl? It was about time!” Reaching out, he put his wrinkled hand on top of yours, giving you another smile, and then took the CD in your hands to start the checkout.
Words died on your tongue, out of sudden it felt dry enough to conjure up anything. You looked up to Barnes to watch his reaction, but couldn't see anything since he lifted up his arm to scratch the back of his neck. Thankfully, Bucky decided to manage the situation himself.
“No, no, she’s just a… colleague”
It would be stupid to deny that you felt a tiny hit on your chest from the statement. Surely, you weren't more than that, but after sharing some time working together and being around The Avenger for quite some time, you expected his tone to be more neutral about it. Maybe you were right and he really despises you, he doesn't seem to be so grumpy with everyone else.
“Forgive me then” The old man started to put the vinyl and the cd box in a bag, and you felt sour enough to not inform him that you weren't purchasing together. Bucky didn’t seem to care either, he just pulled a card, grabbed the bag and after a simple goodbye walked out of the store.
The bell rang when he pulled the door open and you followed his exit, the bell above you dangling. And for a second you hated that you noticed, you noticed that he didn't hold the door, you noticed that he didn't even look back to see if you were behind, he just left.
You groaned in retaliation when you stood in the middle of the sidewalk, the soldier nowhere in sight and the sky getting dark every minute.
You turned and started your way to the subway to get to the safety of your home as soon as possible, an aftertaste left behind. You knew he wouldn't be so receptive but he was not even interested in being socially polite.
Some part of you wished you weren't so stubborn, to leave things as they had been, so you grabbed your phone from the back pocket of your jeans, the green button appeared below Valentina’s contact. One call and it would be over, maybe she would understand the difficulty of the chore. The pad of your thumb hovering over the screen when a thought popped up.
Barnes still had your cd, and you would need to meet him again so he could give it to you.
Your reflection immediately became visible in the black mirror when you pressed the power button, a defeated look washed over your features. Why was he getting under your skin?
You had never been the one to give up, and you couldn't do it now, not because of a petulant man.
One last try.
One last try to befriend grumpy James Barnes, and if he was an irremediable case, you were going to call it all off.
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null & void (part one)
pairing: sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ MDNI, eventual smut, fluffy!Bucky, power imbalance, sugar daddy / sugar baby dynamic, age gap (reader in mid-to-late twenties while Bucky’s in his early forties), mentioned illness/death of parents (minor characters), money troubles, i.e., debt, bills, etc., alcohol consumption, one instance of smoking cigarettes, no mentions of y/n
word count: 12.5k
part two: coming soon
summary: The arrangement is simple enough: you give him friendship, he gives you a better life. But between the private dinners cozied up in a booth and the charity galas pressed to his side, it’s getting harder for you to hold up your end of the bargain when you’re starting to feel things for your sugar daddy that were not included in the contract…
sammy speaks: so the rumors are true, I am in fact bucky’s sugar baby and this is my autobiography, thank you for reading it!! could easily say this is my magnum opus, I don’t think I’ve put more time and effort into a piece of writing than I have this one. I hope everyone out there on the bucky x reader tag gets the chance to read it <3
Your shift is off to a very bad start.
The subway broke down — again — which means you had to sprint the last six blocks in your tiny skirt and sheer tights just to make it to work forty minutes late. Sweat pours down your back by the time you burst through the service door; the girls still lingering after the day shift give you wary looks while you lean against the wall, panting and brushing wet strands of hair from your face. You don’t care.
null & void (part one)
pairing: sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ MDNI, eventual smut, fluffy!Bucky, power imbalance, sugar daddy / sugar baby dynamic, age gap (reader in mid-to-late twenties while Bucky’s in his early forties), mentioned illness/death of parents (minor characters), money troubles, i.e., debt, bills, etc., alcohol consumption, one instance of smoking cigarettes, no mentions of y/n
word count: 12.5k
part two: coming soon
summary: The arrangement is simple enough: you give him friendship, he gives you a better life. But between the private dinners cozied up in a booth and the charity galas pressed to his side, it’s getting harder for you to hold up your end of the bargain when you’re starting to feel things for your sugar daddy that were not included in the contract…
sammy speaks: so the rumors are true, I am in fact bucky’s sugar baby and this is my autobiography, thank you for reading it!! could easily say this is my magnum opus, I don’t think I’ve put more time and effort into a piece of writing than I have this one. I hope everyone out there on the bucky x reader tag gets the chance to read it <3
Your shift is off to a very bad start.
The subway broke down — again — which means you had to sprint the last six blocks in your tiny skirt and sheer tights just to make it to work forty minutes late. Sweat pours down your back by the time you burst through the service door; the girls still lingering after the day shift give you wary looks while you lean against the wall, panting and brushing wet strands of hair from your face. You don’t care.
Anesthesia hazeˎˊ˗
pairing: boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x reader
summary: After waking up from surgery still under anesthesia, you meet a ridiculously pretty stranger who claims to be your boyfriend. Convinced he's too perfect to be real, you spend the next hour flirting with him.
word count: 2.1 k
warnings: fluff, post-surgery / anesthesia humor, memory loss (temporary), established relationship, bucky barnes being soft, tooth-rotting fluff, mild embarrassment, idiots in love.
a/n: how crazy is that there's already +400 people following me now? I started working on this thing when I was a bit under 300 and timing was crazy. So I saw this tiktok (couldn’t find the og creator🥺) & came with this silly idea lol not used to writing this much fluff, but I hope you enjoy it. (Also, update on rockstar!Bucky coming soon.) | dividers by @enchanthings
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joe keery x model!reader #smau
in which an aspiring model gets the wrong number…
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missing you bucky
mission shipwatch
Summary: The New Avengers start a full-on investigation when you and Bucky look a little too comfortable in your ''fake'' relationship.
Warnings: thunderbolts, fake dating trope (kinda), a lot of bickering and chaos, thunderbolts groupchat (!!!), a little suggestiveness, some russian (courtesy of google translate, so probably not 100% accurate)
A/N: this is definitely not my best work, it's just for fun :) nobody can stop me from carrying on the legacy of silly avengers tower fics. btw i giggled at how perfect that third photo is for this story. enjoy x
Word Count: 2,257
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The assignment was supposed to be simple.
Valentina had announced her new idea like she'd been reading the weather report, strategically disguising her immorality with diplomacy. ''You have to appear to be dating to the public. It's good for optics.''
She doesn't add I don't care if it makes you uncomfortable, because that part is implied. She doesn't add do it or I'll make you regret the day you were born, because that part is implied too.
You and Bucky had stared at each other for a long beat, neither of you thrilled, sighing in synchrony before begrudgingly agreeing. You knew better than to argue with Valentina when she has her mind set.
steve harrington x reader fanfiction | fratboy!steve | platonic!stobin (i promise) | mentions of cheating (but it's not real cheating) | mean!steve, playboy!steve | sort of friends to enemies to fwb to lovers | slowish burn | angst | hurt ... eventual comfort
warnings: sexual acts, vomiting, cheating mentions, exhibitionism??? words: 6k summary: When you find out your college roommate/friend robin buckley's boyfriend, steve harrington— who you thought beat all stereotypical frat boy odds— is cheating on her, you find it hard to understand why she still wants to be with him. But there is more than meets the eye. You aren't sure if you want to be roped into it. a/n: this is way out of my comfort zone... but im craving angst masterlist | Rules/Playlist
chapter 1
The Pi Kappa Alpha house is already loud from the sidewalk.
Bass rattles the windows, the sound so loud it feels physical, like it presses against your ribs. Someone’s laughing too hard somewhere near the door, and the air smells like cigarette smoke and cheap beer and the sweetness of spilled something-you-can’t-identify drying on warm concrete. The porch light flickers, throwing everything into a hazy yellow glow that makes the night feel softer than it really is.