summary: Caught between playing the girlfriend of Bucky’s younger brother and the unexpected allure of Bucky’s genuine affection, you don’t know what to do.
pair: (fake) boyfriend’s brother!Bucky Barnes x female reader
warnings: 18+ age gap (r is 26, Bucky is 38/39), teasing, dirty talk, or@l sex, fingering, n!pples play, pet names, language, no mention of y/n
Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.
Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, mentions of illegal activities/mafia business/murder, violence, blood, strong reader, arranged relationship, wish for children, shady deals, shitty boyfriend, possible smut in future chapters (including mlm), polyamory, pansexuality, more to be added
A/N: I don't have enough ongoing series. So...suffer with me...
(Y/N) was once Steve Rogers partner for missions alongside Bucky and Sam. Now that John Walker has taken the title of Captain America, he will do anything to make her his. Let's see what Bucky has to say about that.
summary: when Brock Rumlow picks a fight he can’t win with the White Wolf, he drags his Snake back. Six years after she ran away, Y/N Rumlow is faced with a choice to make; do as she’s told and kill the White Wolf or overtake her father instead because spite’s as good a reason to take his power?
status: ongoing
warnings: mob!Bucky, cursing, gangs/crime, death, smutty moments, violence, angst, fluff, mentions of sex, murder, slow burn, smut, violence, weapons. Each chapter will have its own warnings as well and please read at your own risk!
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Bucky and Y/N hate each other. A lot. This isn’t your average enemies to lovers story. This is an enemies and lovers story. It will be dark. There will be sex.
Or, Bucky is an Avenger now and Y/N is willingly a hydra agent, and she took something of his he can never get back, as did he. But now he’s forced to keep a watch on her. Rule #1, he’s not allowed to kill her. Rule #2, (and this one he made for himself) he will not, and he refuses to, fall in love with someone like her.
Must find that goddamn fic of Bucky railing you at a family BBQ while your greasy exhusband buttface sheriff man is outside unaware that he accidentally wingmanned real hard.
I don't know in which point of my life I was convinced I'm useless, dumb and incompetent, but that's all I feel since I was, like, 14 years old... How the fuck am I supposed to get a job and not screw everything up? I'm too insecure, I feel like I won't understand a thing and make stupid mistakes that might screw the whole job, and people will be mad at me and regret hiring me because "she's isn't smart enough" or some shit like that. I just wish I was normal and have the energy and courage to just go ahead and try and not even worry about these things 'cause "it happens to everyone, if you make a mistake it won't be the end of the world, you can fix it and not do again".
Does anyone feel the same? How tf do you deal with it?
Now on the hunt for a fic where reader and Bucky are in Madripoor, the reader is fixated on a painting and there's a theme of her relating to the painting where she has 'sharp edges/thorns'. There's a wee bit of angst but then she and Bucky get it together pls hlp
1. So first things first, you’re going to go to your blog and hit the little “Settings” Icon in the top right-hand corner
2. Then you’re going to go to “General Settings” tab (its the first one on the top)
3. Now you’re gonna click on the “Filtering” Tab
4. And lastly, hit on the “+New” button and add your ship/name/person you want to block and it will filter those tags so you don’t have to look at them anymore 🥳
I HOPE THIS HELPED 😊 AND I’M SORRY ABOUT ALL THE ST*RKER ISSUES OOF
At the age of one, small letters appeared on your left wrist : the initials of your soulmate. It has been like this for everyone over the centuries. Your parents were no exceptions, destined to be together. Their lives sealed by ink on the skin. However, that didn't stop them from fighting over and over again. Tearing themselves apart before your eyes every day, even to the point of forgetting your presence. When you were eight, they filed for divorce and left you with your Aunt Emilia.
From that moment on, you refused to believe in this absurd soulmate story, wearing a bandage that Emilia changed every day to hide the initials. After a while, you stopped remembering which letters were engraved.
As years went by, you stayed with your aunt. Your parents never came back. Never called you. If that was what love looked like, you didn't want it. You didn't want to be abandoned, to have your heart broken by anyone else.
As you grew up, drawing became your one true love. Your aunt taught you and you were really good at it. Studies have never interested you. So, when you finished high school, you joined your aunt in running her clothing boutique. She made everything herself and taught you everything you needed to know. Thanks to her talents and yours, the store flourished. You even had the opportunity to partner with a few well-known brands.
About your sentimental life, you finally decided to give it a chance. After all, your parents were probably an exception. Unfortunately, the few relationships you had failed. Either because you were too scared, or because you couldn't ignore the men's wrist : it was never your initials. And the main reason was that not many people wanted to be in a relationship with someone they knew wasn't their soulmate. As a result, you were still single at the age of 28.
You wanted to find love, but you still refused to look at your wrist. To avoid thinking about what you would never have, you worked relentlessly. After a busy day, you liked to go to your favorite café. It was open all night, which was perfect because you were more productive at night. Sometimes you even spent the night there. During another evening, you settled in with a café au lait in hand. You were concentrating on a new summer dress project and hadn't heard the stranger arrive.
BUCKY POV
It was another sleepless night for Bucky. It has been like that since Hydra. His dreams always turning into nightmares. He'd got into the habit of wandering around at night. It helped him to calm his mind. Steve, his best friend, had advised him to go out and explore. « It helped him when I woke up in the 21st century, » he had told him, before going back to the 40s.
Bucky was walking through the streets. Night had already fallen but New-York was called « the city that never sleeps » for a reason : there was always activity even at night. Yet, he still managed to find a quiet place in a small street. A café opened 24/7.
When he entered, a little bell announced his arrival. The owner was behind the counter, and greeted him with a smile. Bucky ordered a cup of black coffee. All the tables were free, except one. The young woman sitting by the window was wearing glasses, a computer in front of her, a pen in her hands and notebooks spread out on two tables.
He decided to approach her. After all, why not try to make new friends ? Plus, she was really pretty. He took his café and headed towards her.
« Is this place available ?, » he asked. But she didn't answer, her mind way too focused on her drawings. Bucky tried again and this time she jumped. « I'm sorry, » he quickly added, « I didn't mean to scare you. »
« No, it's fine. I was just working and sometimes I just don't pay attention to my surroundings, » she said, putting her things away to make room for him. While she was doing that, Bucky noticed the bandage on her wrist and wondered why. That made him think about his left arm, the metal one, hidden under his leather jacket, his hand under a glove. He couldn't remember the letters. And almost all pictures from his previous life had disappeared, making it impossible to find out. However, this wouldn't be useful. His soulmate must be dead by now. He was still alive, but love was dead for him.
READER POV
When the man's voice finally reached your ears, you got scared because usually there weren't a lot of people in the café late at night, and no one talked to you because you were always busy. Your eyes met his blue ones, and it was like looking to the sky after a storm.
Instinctively, you looked at his wrist which was hidden under his clothes. It scared you and reassured you at the same time. Maybe he was like you. Maybe he didn't want to know either.
« My name is Bucky, » he said, holding out his hand for you to shake. You shyly took it, giving him your name. You sat, facing each other. He was interested in your drawings, and you told him about your job and the store you ran with your aunt.
« Do you also design men's clothes ?, » he asked, looking at your different drawings.
« No, I never tried to be honest. We also were never asked to do them, so I only created them for women. But, why not, that could be fun and we would reach more people. »
You continued talking and around 1 a.m, Bucky invited you for a walk through the city. « The night is still young, and I feel like none of us is tired… but only if you want of course, » he was scratching the back of his neck and his cheeks took a pink shade. He was nervous.
« It's okay, » you genuinely smiled at him, « I'd love to. » He looked relieved.
« I'm sorry, it has just been a long time since I invited a woman somewhere. If you feel uncomfortable of course, I won't bother you ! » He looked so nervous, it was cute.
« Bucky, it's fine. You're just talking like you are really old, » you chuckled.
« Well, let's talk about that while we're walking. »
While you were walking through the streets of New-York, Bucky told you about his life. The 40s, the war, Hydra, waking up to the 21st century. When you asked why he was telling you all of this, he said : « because it's not everyday that I can talk about my own story. Usually people learn from the Internet, and it's not the same. » He also explained that he was scared, because he knew that he was going to spend the rest of his life without a woman by his side. His soulmate was in the past, and he was here.
« I think that isn't true. Love can't only be defined by a tattoo. And if you really believed what you just said, you wouldn't be here with me. »
He stopped, taking your hand. « You seem angry. » You didn't answer. « I saw that you were hiding the letter, why ? You could look for your soulmate and be happy. »
« Because I don't believe in it. I don't want this fucking inscription to tell me who I have to love. » He told you about his story, so you did the same. He didn't judge you, instead he understood. « Come on old man, » you didn't want to talk about this anymore, « let's forget this soulmate thing and enjoy our night together. »
« Follow me, » he said, taking your hand, « I know a nice spot. »
Bucky took you to a building, using the elevator to get to the roof. He asked you to close your eyes and you opened them when you felt the wind on your face. The view was beautiful : you could see the lights of the town, some of them coming from windows. Looking at the sky, you were able to see a few stars. It was silent, the sound of the city seemed far away.
You looked back at Bucky who was smiling. He took his jacket off, revealing the metal arm. « Dance with me », he said. And you accepted, taking his hand.
« Where did you learn how to dance ?, » you asked, letting him guide you.
« My mom taught me, » you briefly saw sadness in his eyes but his smile was stronger. « I'm glad I didn't forget. »
You both stayed like that for a long time. No words were required. You could have stayed like that for the rest of the night, when it started to rain. « I should take you back to your place, » Bucky broke the comfortable silence.
"Wait, » you begin. « I.. I always wanted to have a kiss under the rain. » You could feel your cheeks burning. But you had to try because there was something different about him. Because he had no letters. Because maybe you had a chance. Because maybe life was easier this time.
He took your face in his big hands, and gently kissed you. The rain fell harder and harder, it was cold on your hot skin. But Bucky didn't stop and you didn't want him to. Nothing mattered but you and him.
Later, he took you to your place. And you both knew that even if it was the end of the night it was the beginning of a life together.
3 years later
It was a beautiful rainy day. The dark clouds were reflected in the lake. The reception room was decorated with blue flowers. People were talking as they were waiting for you. In a few minutes it would be your moment. One of the most important in your life.
Emilia helped you with the final touches. She noticed that you still had a bandage around your wrist. « You should remove it now, » she gently said. Bucky has often told you the same, he didn't care about what would be written on it.
« I'm scared, I don't want to ruin this day by seeing another man's letter. Only Bucky matters now. »
« Then, you won't pay attention to it. Trust me, take it off. » You looked into her eyes. You knew you could trust her, as always. With trembling hands and your heart beating loudly, you removed what was covering your skin. And you saw.
J. B. B.
Tears were rolling down your cheeks. Your aunt read the letters and smiled. « What is so funny ? » you asked.
« Honey, I remember the initials from before you decided to forget them. I even have a picture on which you can read them. I'm always keeping it in my wallet, in case you wanted to see it one day. » She handed you the picture, a younger version of yourself was smiling, waving at the camera. You took a look at this small hand.
S. G. R
« I don't… » But you didn't have the time to finish your sentence. The music started. It was time to go. You took your aunt's arm so she could walk you down the aisle. When Bucky saw you, he was amazed. Your dress was beautiful, and you had designed it yourself. He couldn't wait to say the words that would unite the both of you forever.
« Remember, » Emilia told you in the middle of the aisle, « your life isn't determined by letters, but by your choices. » You couldn't ask her any questions as you were already in front of Bucky. Looking into his perfect blue eyes, you remembered what you said a few minutes ago : Only Bucky matters now.
You looked again at the letters and realized that you were going to marry your soulmate, because it was your choice.
I hope you loved this soulmate OS! Tell me what you think in the comments !
Hello everyone, im looking for a fanfic ive read a long time ago. It was a Alpha!bucky x omega!reader. The plot was about the reader being with Pietro maximof but he neglect her and wasnt a good alpha to her. I remember bucky was new in the tower et smell the reader in heat and wanted to help her and she refuse until she gave up and give herself to him. At one point bucky and pietro had a fight about the reader.
Pleaaase i really need your help i really want to read it again !!