he’s running the fuck around bc he’s mad at me that im not giving him wet food bc he got wet food already and so he’s running really fast and chirping and sniffing and knoxking things over and then running onto my bed to look at me and check if im mad (i am)
Summary: Your new neighborhood is nice. Well, almost. If only there wasn’t this loud biker getting on your nerves.
Rating: Mature
Pairing: OFC x fem!Reader, Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Warnings: noise complaints, angst, language, cocky Bucky, smoking, drinking, arguments, tension, implied cheating, desire to have children, making out, love-struck Bucky, reader’s boyfriend is a douche, fluff, enemies to lovers?
Words: 2,3k
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“Sean, he’s repairing his bike again, and he’s smoking,” you mutter under your breath while watching your annoyingly loud neighbor. “Babe, the music is blaring, and he’s flicking his cigarette butts onto our lawn.”
“Y/N, just leave him be. That guy is a biker and I bet he’s got a gun. Do you want me to get killed over some cigarettes and loud music? Jesus, stop being so uptight. No wonder—” Sean shakes his head as you storm toward the front door to give your loud neighbor a piece of your mind.
“Mr. Barnes,” your neighbor drops a tool into a toolbox as you waltz toward him and his bike. “I need to work on some papers and can’t think clearly as your music is too loud. And can you not flip your cigarette butts onto my lawn?”
“Doll, a good afternoon to you too, pretty lady,” how you hate the cocky biker. He still crouches in front of his bike, humming as you step closer to poke his shoulder with your index finger. “What can I do for you?”
“I want to work and need silence. Can you just not be an annoyingly loud neighbor. Act like an adult for once,” hands-on your hips you watch the biker get back up and tower over you. Fuck, he’s so much taller up close. “Mr. Barnes.”
“All you had to do was ask nicely, doll,” he smirks now. “Give me a second and I’ll turn the music down. I can’t make a pretty lady like you mad at me. Maybe I want to ask you out one day and you’ll say no as I was too loud.”
“I got a boyfriend, Mr. Barnes,” you jerk your head toward Sean who pokes his head out of the front door. “I’ll appreciate it if you stop being so loud.”
“Anything for you, pretty lady,” he holds out his hand. “Please stop calling me Mr. Barnes. Mr. Barnes was my father. You can call me Bucky, doll.”
You look at his hand, huffing. “I’ll stick to Mr. Barnes,” you reluctantly shake his hand, feeling your heart beat out of your chest as he leans closer to whisper in your ear.
“Baby doll, the moment you get to know me better, you’ll always call me Bucky. Maybe you’ll even scream my name, huh? How about you ditch that douche and come over to my house later.”
“What? I—” you nervously splutter. Heat creeps into your cheeks at his words. “Mr. Barnes, this is inappropriate. I’m in a relationship and y-you can’t just say things like that.”
“Sweetness, I can say whatever I want,” he laughs at your pained expression. “I can also tell you that your boyfriend is a douche. Do you know how often he stares at one of my friends? Last week he tried to hit on Natasha. She’s fucking engaged to Clint.”
“Why would I believe you?” you huff now. “I knew you are an annoying guy, but I didn’t think you are a lying bastard too!”
Bucky watches you storm off, muttering under your breath. He winks at your boyfriend, not giving away he’d like to punch Sean’s face.
“Sooner or later, you’ll see he’s an asshole and come running to me, doll,” the biker shrugs before he turns his attention back toward his other doll. “Let’s get you fixed, pretty girl. If she finally comes to her senses, I want her to go on a ride with me.”
“You won’t believe what that degenerated and rotten biker dared to say about you. He,” you point at Bucky, panting heavily, “dared to say that you tried to hit on one of those biker groupies.”
“What?” Sean huffs as you keep on ranting over the things Bucky just said. “She’s a hot piece of ass and I was a little tipsy. I only told her she’s pretty.”
“You what?” gaping at your boyfriend you feel like someone punched you in the guts. Not moments ago, you called Bucky a liar and now, your boyfriend admitted he did hit on that girl. “Sean! How dare you!”
“Man, it didn’t mean shit. She was hot, and I was drunk. Nothing happened, babe. Stop being such a drama queen,” he walks away, ignoring you call his name. “You should calm down, Y/N. If you are normal again, we can have a movie night or crap.”
“I—you…what?” you’re so angry at Sean, at yourself, and the biker who pumped up the volume again that you are shaking. “He can’t just do such a thing.”
“Hey, doll,” Bucky yells from the other side of the street. He waves at you, smirking as you try to balance two paper bags full of groceries. “I hope you had a great day.”
The bastard is walking toward you, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. He doesn’t even wear his biker boots today. Bucky shows off his shirtless and tanned chest, making you swallow thickly as droplets of sweat run down his chest.
“Mr. Barnes,” you curtly greet your neighbor. “It was—okay. I guess. I hope yours was good too.”
“Sold another bike to one of those yuppies,” he takes the bags out of your arms before you can protest. “Saw your boyfriend come home earlier today. Why didn’t he help you with the bags?”
“I didn’t ask for your help,” you roll your eyes as Bucky walks up the three steps leading to your veranda. “Listen, I can handle this.”
“You shouldn’t have to ask for help, doll. It’s your man’s job to keep you happy, satisfied and do shit for you,” he grins as you unlock your door. “See, he’s a douche.”
“Mr. Barnes, can you just not,” rubbing your tired eyes you sigh deeply. “I had a really bad day at work. My feet hurt. I’m hungry. And on top of all my car makes an odd noise.”
“Your car,” Bucky’s eyes light up. “I can have a look at it, doll. Neighborly help and all. Just come over tomorrow and I’ll fix your car.”
“I—” you nod, but don’t intend on letting your rowdy neighbor have a look at your car. “I could come over if I find the time. Uh-thank you for carrying my bags, Sir.”
“Bucky,” he smirks as you take the bags out of his arms. He holds the door open for you, glancing inside your house. “I told you to call me Bucky, doll.”
“And, I told you that I’ll call you Mr. Barnes.”
“We will get you there, sweetness,” he looks you up and down before turning to leave. “If you need more help, just holler.”
“Like hell,” you whisper as you walk inside your house. “I don’t need your help and don’t want it, bastard.” Kicking your front door shut with your foot you huff. “Sean. Babe! Can you help me with the bags? I got more in my trunk.”
“Babe, I just had a shower. Can’t you handle this?” again, you huff. It’s not that you expected Sean to help you with shit lately. If only he could be more like…no, you won’t think of that man.
“Mr. Barnes!” you storm out of your house, yelling loud enough to make some of Bucky’s friends flinch. “It’s 2 am! Some people have to go to work in the morning!”
“Oh! Doll!” oddly the biker runs toward you. “Great you want to celebrate my business success.” You squeak as he wraps one arm around your waistline to guide you toward his friends. People are cheering as you wiggle in Bucky’s grip.
“Buck, a new girl?” a tall blonde guy with shoulder-length hair stumbles toward you, making you shriek as he wraps you and Bucky in a hug. “She’s a pretty and cute one. A keeper.”
“What? Hey! Let go of me!”
“Aw, an angry one too,” the tall biker flashes you a smile. “What’s your name, little one? I’m Thor, over there,” he points at a raven-haired man in leather pants and a green shirt, “that’s my brother Loki.”
“That’s Y/N, my new neighbor,” Bucky exclaims. “You already know Thor,” he guides you toward the others, ignoring that you try to break out of his embrace, “over there is my best friend Steve, and the guy next to him believing he’s a good-looking bastard is Sam.”
“I heard that, Barnes,” Sam flashes you a smile. “And I’m damn good-looking. The ladies love me.”
“Ignore him,” he whispers in your ear. “He’s just jealous that I got you in my arms.”
“Bucky, another round,” a beautiful red-haired woman asks. She flashes you a smile and offers you a beer. “Hi, I’m Natasha, but you can call me Nat.”
“Listen, I’m not here to party with you,” you finally break out of Bucky’s embrace. “I need sleep. I got to get up for work in not four hours. I know you’ve got no clue about regular working times, work, and how to behave like a decent human but if you don’t want me to call the cops, stop being so fucking loud. What will you do when I finally got a baby? Will you wake them at 2 am too?”
“Oh, she said a bad word,” Steve snickers as his friend’s features darken. “What now?”
“As far as I know, will your douche of a boyfriend not give you a baby anytime soon,” Bucky smirks darkly as your face falls. “Didn’t he say that he’s not ready to have kids?”
“You spied on us?” you gape at Bucky. “What the fuck!”
“It’s not spying if your neighbors fight loud enough for me to hear every word. And I wouldn’t try for a baby with a guy like him,” he lifts your chin with two fingers, smirking as your lips part. The blue-eyed bastard chuckles while you fight the tears. “Go for a real man, doll. A man knowing what you need.”
“Leave me the fuck alone! I will have a baby soon enough!”
“If you want one, let me help you out,” he calls after you as you storm off. “I bet Sean won’t be too mad. He only has eyes for every woman crossing his path.”
“BASTARD!” you stop in your tracks to look over your shoulder. “One more word and I’ll rip you a new one. Sean is a good man. Unlike you! BIKER BOY!”
“Damn, she gave it to you good,” Steve puts his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “What is your master plan?”
“I’ll get her sooner or later, Steve…Just wait for it...”
“Again? You were on a business trip not two weeks ago, Sean. I told you we should try for a baby,” you cross your arms over your chest as your boyfriend of five years just walks toward the door. “You tell me you are going on a trip the day you leave?”
“I need space, okay,” Sean groans while walking out of your house. “You wanted to buy this house. You wanted to settle down and marry. You want to have a baby.” He mutters. “You never ask what I want.”
“I ask you all the time!” you can’t believe you are even fighting over this. “When was the last time you asked me what I want?”
“What do you want, huh?” he growls as he storms toward his car. “You are sucking the life out of me.”
“You didn’t complain when I sucked your dick while you played video games,” Bucky watches you yell at your boyfriend with amusement. He snickers as you growl and scream. “You want to know what I want? How about a fucking orgasm! You never even try to get me close to one. Or, how about I want a man helping me out when I need him! Last month I was in pain, and you just went downstairs to watch football.”
“Don’t be a bitch!” he places his suitcases in front of his car and turns around to glare at you. “You were on your period and didn’t have a stroke!”
You slap his face, hard. “A thoughtful and loving partner would’ve taken care of me,” panting heavily you realize you gave the cocky biker a good show as Bucky laughs loudly, making you even madder at Sean.
“You know, that’s why I’m looking at other women. You’re so complicated and hard to live with. I’m just done hiding that I want to bang my secretary. At least she knows when to shut up,” he grins. “Especially when she sucks my dick.”
“Fine. Go ahead and fuck that skank,” you start walking, make a beeline around Sean’s car to storm toward Bucky, snapping your fingers. “Biker. You. Your cock. Now,” on your way toward Bucky’s house, you wrap your hand around his wrist, tugging hard to make him follow you.
“Doll, whoa…why the hurry,” he eagerly follows you toward his house, opening the door for you. He yelps as you immediately jump at him. Bucky catches you and helps you wrap your legs around his waistline, hands pawing at your ass. “Y/N, slow down.”
“You wanted to fuck me. So, fuck me. Make me scream your name so everyone in the neighborhood knows Sean just lost my cunt to you,” Bucky smirks darkly as you try to grind against his growing erection. “Come on. Don’t be all talk and no orgasm.”
“Doll,” he presses you against the wall to look you deep in the eyes. Bucky cups your face with both hands smiling as you wait for his next step. “I’ll not fuck you before we had at least one date.” His lips claim yours in a soft kiss, tongue swiping over yours. “Do you know what we are going to do today?”
“No,” you whine, still grinding against him. “Fuck like rabbits?”
“No. We will throw Sean’s shit out of your house. When we are done I’ll invite you over to my place and cook for you. After we finished eating, I’ll tell you more about my life, and you can tell me about yours.”
“Bucky, I—” glancing at his lips you realize he still smiles. “You don’t want to just fuck me?”
“No, baby doll,” he’s kissing you again, more passionately this time. “I wanna make you my girl and when we are ready, I’ll give you as many biker babies as you want…”
his real name is santiago. he's like 30 and hes not actually that annoying in real life. his hair is dirty blond and his eyes are hazel. hes big but not particularly strong. because of his invulnerability, he actually can't build muscle super well. he got his powers some time in his early twenties as a result of some study he signed up for, but he never actually finished the study and he signed up with a fake name so no one actually has a record of him taking part in it.
his entire superhero persona is curated to piss as many people off as possible. his mask is just a balaclava and a cardboard mask with a smirking face on it. he wears a trench coat over his suit because "it makes him look cool". his suit is just a red spandex suit with a big middle finger on the chest. he's considered adding a codpiece but decided it would be "a touch too douchey". he wears a pair of reeboks and ankle socks over his suit as well.
in real life, his outfits insist almost entirely of "nerdy" t shirts, jeans, and khakis. he is an avid watcher of the big bang theory, and regularly posts on reddit and twitter. he plays the guitar, but the only song he actually has memorized is wonderwall. he has a mullet that nobody but him likes. his main accessory is a dangly earring that he isn't sure is "on the gay side or not", but it doesn't matter because everyone will assume he's gay anyway. his hobbies include roller skating, coin collecting, cosplay (particularly armor builds), league of legends, and studying world war two. he was a psych major, and when he's not superhero-ing, he works at a day program for disabled adults.
his favorite item he owns is his ipod, which is loaded with the dulcet tones of millionaires, jojo, and avril lavigne. everyone assumes he listens to classic rock. he does not. he enjoys dancing, although he is not very good at it. he has been to at least one rave.
