#author!bucky

[metalbuckaroo]

🤍 Note// All works will have their own warnings, all are 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

🤍 Oneshots 🤍

-> Professor Barnes ~ Professor!Bucky ~ You figured all professors were old or women, until, Prof. James Barnes came in to replace your American History professor.

-> Finals Stress ~ College!Bucky ~ Orgasms are suppose to relieve stress

-> Don’t Listen ~ Horror!AU ~ A cry for help has you stopping the car to check it out

-> One Day ~ Author!Bucky ~ After you left for a business trip, Bucky can't seem to have any motivation to start his next novel.

-> Cuffs ~ Cop!Bucky ~ Bucky finally has time to relieve some stress

-> Why Not Have Both ~ Dilf!Stucky ~ Bucky and Steve come up with a plan where you don't have to choose

-> Pool Party ~ Dilf!Stucky ~ The yearly pool party is ditched for some more privacy at Steve's

-> Sparks ~ Pornstar!Bucky ~ Though, bucky thinks he ruined his first shoot with you. His first date with you goes much better than planned

-> Two In The Morning ~ Rebound!Bucky ~ Bucky takes every opportunity he gets for that same lustful feeling

-> To Be Mine ~ Dark!Stalker!Bucky ~ Bucky sees a life and family with you, even if you don’t

-> Jealousy ~ Boyfriend!Bucky ~ Bucky gets jealous after a waiter is a little too friendly

🤍 Drabbles 🤍

-> Cheerleader Costume ~ BestFriend’sDad!Bucky

[super-marvel-imaginesxoxx]

The Last Five Years - Prologue

Summary: Based off of the musical, this story takes a look into the reader’s and Bucky’s relationship over the last five years and where everything went wrong.

AU!AuthorBuckyxAU!ActressReader

Warnings: Angst

Wordcount: 633

Series Masterlist

The Prologue

    The words from his letter were burned into my eyes, just like the tears that burned as they ran down my face. Bucky was gone. That’s all I could comprehend. Bucky was over and had decided it was time to move on. Move on from this life. From me.

    My breath hitched in my throat as that realization dawned on me. My eyes slowly moved around our- correction- my apartment. I noticed the empty drawers that were once filled with his clothes not too long ago. I noticed the broken picture from our wedding day laying in the middle of the living room. My eyes then came to rest on the gold band that was placed beside the unpleasant letter.

    The tears continued down my face as I stood up from the chair, his chair, right by the window. Sitting there for longer than I intended, my legs cracked as I stood. Numbly, I walked towards our bedroom. The bed was made, although I had never seen him make it a day in his life. My heart clenched as I began to wondered who was here with him.

    It was her. He had said so. In his letter. She helped him pack. Of course she would go out of her to make it seem as if no one was here. That was her job, wasn’t it? To hide all of his heinous actions from the rest of the world.

    With a deep breath, I turned away from the bed and towards the dresser. Looking down at my wrist, I took off the golden bracelet he had bought me along with the silver watch. Then, I looked down at my left hand. My wedding band and engagement ring stared tauntingly up at me. I rid the things that had yet to leave my finger for the last two and a half years.

    The sobs broke free as I set the rings down. What felt like the last tether to him was gone. I knew I shouldn’t miss him. He was convinced the problems were all mine. He was sure that something wonderful between us had died. As if he had the right to decide for the both of us.

    Slowly, I took the phone out of my pocket. I dialed his number, against my better judgement, but was met with his voicemail almost immediately. “Hey, it’s Bucky. Leave a message,” his voice almost broke me. But, I took a deep breath and waited for the beep.

    “Give me a day, James. Bring back the lies and we can hang them on the wall. Maybe then I could see how you could be so certain we had no chance at all,” I took a shaky breath. “You can’t be gone. You can’t. You’re perfectly fine, and I’m here, still hurting. And I need-” the beep signalling the end of the message cut me off. The sobs racked my body as I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold what was left together.

    Where was I supposed to turn? Bucky was my best friend, my husband. His friends were my friends. He didn’t realize he took everything from me when he left. I was covered with scars from him that I didn’t earn. He had dreams that he was building upon and secrets that he couldn’t confide. But, I was still there, hurting.

     I curled on the bed in his spot that still smelled like him and thought. I thought about our last five years together. Perhaps there’s a lesson to be learned. But I knew in my heart that looking back wouldn’t change the fact that he’s gone and never coming back, nor would it speed up time to rid this horrid hole left in me. Because once the foundations cracked, nothing can fix it.

[metalbuckaroo]

One Day

SUMMARY// After you left for a business trip, Bucky can't seem to have any motivation to start his next novel.

WARNINGS// Fluff, mutual pining, that's basically it

AU// UninspiredAuthor!Bucky x F!Reader

NOTE// Thank you @commonintrest for this idea to help get my inspiration back and get out of my funk 🥺 ily bby 😚 and also for the moodboard

Bucky had spent the month you were away for a business trip planning.

Though, it was no use; all of the late nights and early mornings spent sat at his desk trying to plan his next novel on an empty brain. He'd lost all inspiration just a few days after you'd left to a different city and wouldn't be stopping by everyday.

The soft knock on his apartment door had him glancing over his shoulder as the door opened, your smiling face making his own lips curl up.

"I am finally back." You sighed happily, dropping your bag in the armchair that sat by the door. The ugly green one you had begged him not to buy, but he did anyways for 'a different look', as he'd put it.

"Oh, no, send her back." Bucky teased, looking back to the blank page on his screen as you sat a steaming cup on the coaster beside his keyboard.

"Coffee at 6pm? You're a bad influence." He said, clicking his tongue. "It's hot chocolate." You corrected, getting another coaster to sit your own on. "Well, now I'm disappointed."

"Hot chocolate never disappoints." You exhaled a breath and sat your hands on his shoulders, his left significantly harder due to the sleek prosthesis that hid under his long sleeved shirt.

You looked over the scattered stacks of papers and pens, things that always decorated his desk. "What are we writing?"

"As of right now? Nothing." Bucky sighed, leaning back into your touch as you gently rubbed his tense shoulders. "Because you're stressing too much."

"You do know that massaging my left shoulder is pointless. Right?" He pointed out, feeling more muscles relaxing in the passing seconds. "Not to me, it's not." You shrugged, your thumbs pressing a soothing line up the back of his neck.

"Come on, take a break. Let's go do something." You suggested, patting his shoulders. "And what would that be?" He asked, tilting his head back to look at you. "I don't know. Let's just take a walk and see where we end up. You need to stop staring at the screen hoping to get inspired."

You pulled on the back of the chair, rolling it away from the desk. "I'm already inspired since you're back." Bucky frowned. "One walk."

"Inna minute." He insisted, reaching his hands to grab the edge of the desk and pull himself back to it. "Your minutes turn into hours. Believe me, I've spent two years dealing with you, I know. Gotta stretch your legs."

Bucky gathered some of the papers into a stack and sighed. "I did this morning on my run. Read this, tell me what you think." He said, handing them to you.

You rolled your eyes and moved to lean against the desk, never passing up a chance to get a peek into Bucky's potential novels.

He chewed his tongue and pretended to be doing something on his computer, hoping you didn't notice how one of the characters were described in your image. But also, kind of hoping you did, in a way.

A smile tugged at your lips and you looked to him, feeling your heart swell as you glanced over his sharp features. Stubble a little thicker than usual and hair a tousled mess. "Buck..."

"Hm?" He hummed in response, turning his attention to you. "The love interest that hates the dark green armchair sounds really familiar."

"Yeah." He said, denim blue eyes dancing back and forth, waiting for you to say something about it. "It's amazing, like always. But, you have time to finish it. Time for a walk." You smiled, sitting the papers on the desk and taking his hands in yours.

The two of you walked the quieter streets of New York for a couple hours. Stopping at an all night diner that you'd been to many times before when one of you would get the craving for a cheeseburger during one of Bucky's late nights.

"You're not gonna ask for an explanation?" Bucky asked, not knowing exactly what he'd say if you did.

Maybe how he craved your touch on a daily basis, or how he adored the way you'd wander around his small apartment while he spewed ideas for your input and reminded him to take breaks.

Or, maybe he could just tell you it was because he had fallen in love a year and a half ago but didn't know if the feeling was mutual, so he didn't say anything.

That he'd fallen for the encouraging words, the way you'd chirp his name when you'd walk through the door, and the way you'd look at him when you thought he was zoned in on his writings.

"Do I need one?" Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, bringing his attention back to your soft smile. "I'm asking if you want one."

"Only if you wanna give one."

Bucky inhaled a deep breath, wetting his lips as he looked to his nearly cleared plate. "I like your personality."

You weren't sure what you thought the answer would be, but, a part of you wanted it to be a confirmation that your feelings weren't one sided. "So, why not write me in as a best friend?"

"Because... I don't know." He said softly, words failing to form an answer to your question. "You just help me a lot. I owe it to you." He shrugged. "I'm your friend, you don't owe me anything." You said breathing a laugh.

By the time you were finished with your shower, Bucky had already traded his jeans in for sweatpants and removed his shirt. Sitting at his desk again to try to get a start before he called it a night.

You stood behind him, watching as he typed away as you messed with his hair.

You always admired the way Bucky would get so engulfed in his work, his body responding to the relaxing touches to his neck and shoulders, but mind staying focused on writing.

"Don't stay up too late." You reminded, getting a hum in response as you moved to sit on the couch.

Bucky didn't pay attention to the clock, leaning back in his chair after awhile to stretch his shoulders and back.

"Do you think-" He stopped when he realized how quiet his apartment was, looking over his shoulder to see you had fallen asleep curled up on the couch.

Standing from his chair, he grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch to lay it over you, taking one last look at your peaceful features before going back to what he was doing.

He only wrote for another hour, not wanting you to sleep on the couch for too long.

"Hey, sugar. C'mon, you're gonna get stiff neck sleeping like that." He said softly, his hand gliding from your elbow to your hand. "Stop poking at me, I'm coming." You murmured, slowly sitting up as he chuckled.

The first few time you'd slept in his bed, you stayed on your own sides. Which turned into Bucky waking up snuggled into his back because he'd forgotten to turn the heat up, then eventually into you being wrapped in his arm against his chest.

Once both of you were comfortable under the blankets and you'd fallen back asleep cuddled into his chest; Bucky smoothed a hand over the side of your hair, letting out a soft sigh.

"One day..."

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[rubyrosettared]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter nineteen of ‘Work in Progress’ is up. And it’s a long one at 5.6k 

The night goes from bad to worse.

Tagging: @prplprincez @theimpossibleg1rl @readytocompli @shadyskit @keldachick @tinaferraldo

There are only two chapters left after this one (one more plus an epilogue) so if you’d like to be tagged, now is probably your last chance. 

Many, many thanks to those of you reading, liking, reblogging this fic as well as sharing thoughts and opinions. I know i sound like a broken record but it’s much appreciated. 

Reblogs always appreciated. 

[rubyrosettared]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter Seventeen of ‘Work in Progress’ is up.

It’s the day of the MacPherson Literary Awards. Bucky is nervous, still feeling a little fragile over the events of the previous chapter. 

It’s still a little on the angsty side but nowhere near the levels of chapter sixteen.

Tagging: @prplprincez @readytocompli @keldachick @tinaferraldo @theimpossibleg1rl @fasole-dulce 

Anyone who’d like to be tagged, by all means let me know! 

Reblogs etc are always appreciated. Thank you to those who already do so. 

[rubyrosettared]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter Sixteen of ‘Work in Progress’ is now up.

The chapter begins with a flashback and Jess later discovers Bucky in a state of PTSD induced anxiety. Warnings for scenes of angst and suffering for the first half of the chapter. 

Later on, Jess and Tony have a conversation and an understanding is reached between them. 

Tagging: @prplprincez @readytocompli @keldachick @tinaferraldo @fasole-dulce @theimpossibleg1rl 

Again, anyone wants to be tagged, by all means, let me know!

Reblogs etc always appreciated. 

[rubyrosettared]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter Ten of ‘Work in Progress’ is now up.

You think Bucky would be on cloud nine after the events of the previous chapter, right? Think again. 

Tagging: @prplprincez @readytocompli @keldachick @fasole-dulce @tinaferraldo 

(Again, tagging is available if anyone is interested, drop me a DM, ask or whatever)

Reblogs, thoughts, whatever always appreciated. Thank you to those of you who do so, your support means a lot. (You know who you are) 

[rubyrosettared]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Completely AU. You’ll recognise the characters but in a different walk of life. Ex soldier, Bucky Barnes, a reclusive best selling author. He has secrets that he refuses to share, even though they threaten to tear him apart. Jess Stark is his best friend and his  secret heart’s desire. What will it take to get James Buchanan Barnes to open his soul?

Angst, super slow burn, best friends to lovers trope. Smut in a couple of later chapters. There may be errors. In fact there probably will be. Bucky x OFC.

Thoughts and reblogs would be greatly appreciated as it’s taken me a hell of a lot to pluck up the courage to share this. 

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