1.) Mob!Chris Evans being in love with his step-sister who he has had intimate encounters with over the years (both adults) — but is set to marry another man?
2.) Mob!Bucky Barnes meeting a woman who is dating his biggest rival which leads to an affair with the woman who he happens to fall in love with, stopping at nothing to be with her?
Or maybe the storylines flipped? 🙃
Warnings would include : fluff, angst, fluff, mafia drama, violence, possessiveness, smut and a whole lot more.
Make sure to leave a comment which you would like to read first one or two, either way you’ll eventually get both. 😉
Summary: James Barnes had his eyes on you and he can’t stand things he can’t have.
A/N: lmao I don’t know what this is, don’t ask. We won’t talk about this. Just leave me BE.
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Sugar
“Please, just give me any job, any! I’ll even clean toilets for god’s sake!”
I followed John around his office like I didn’t have any dignity left within me, but all he did was shake his head frantically. He hurried around his office collecting pieces of paper with me right on his feet. Working in John’s hardware store was the last thing I wanted to do but the options I have are running dangerously low. I was hoping that he would help me out since he’d known me since I was a child.
“I’m sorry Y/n, but I can’t do that.”
“Why?”
I had him trapped between me and his desk by now trying to get an answer out of him.
“Because he told me not to. He told me whatever You say to turn you down. For- for any job.” John said, the papers in his hands shaking. The poor man had fear written all over his face.
“Who?”
“James Barnes.”
-
I met my problem two months ago at my then still husband Mark’s opening celebration. He was finally opening his very own law firm, with many sponsors at his back supporting his career, one of them being James. I’ve been with Mark throughout his days in Law school, the dream of ‘Johnson Law Firm – Criminal Defence & Family Law’ set in his mind ever since he knew he wanted to become a lawyer.
Mark took my hand leading me through the room, he was introducing me to all kinds of people. Salesmen, real estate agents and dozens of entrepreneurs, all of whom he was sponsored by. This project of his was quite expensive and finding the right place and interior turned out to be difficult enough. To find the money to get it all was the cherry on top, so Mark turned to sponsors, giving them advertisements and recommending them to his clients if necessary.
“Love, this is James Barnes, the man who really made all of this possible.”
Mark took his hand away from my back stuffing it in his pocket. I looked at the man in front of me, his short hair styled back, curling slightly. The two men behind him politely nodding their heads. I took his outstretched hand in mine and smiled up at him.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Barnes.”
Instead of shaking my hand, he turned it and kissed the back of my hand, looking into my eyes. “Oh, don’t be so formal, Darling. Just call me James.” He said while his white teeth shined bright at me. “This is Sam and Steve, my right-hand men, can’t get rid of them.”
My cheeks heated up a little, feeling slightly intimidated by the obviously rich man.
I didn’t know it then, but he seems to be the bad omen in my life.
-
Not long after that, Mark, the man I have been with for ten years, half of that married, divorced me. I couldn’t understand why. I didn’t take the fear in his eyes as an indication for who was behind it all. He didn’t give me enough reasons and the ones he gave me had holes in them so much so that they were almost non-existent.
I was forced to move out, an apartment outside Manhattan since that was all I could afford. I have to admit that most of the income we had was from Mark. I hadn’t lived alone since college, but the loneliness wasn’t the worst part, it was staying above the water with the money I made.
After just a few days of living in my new apartment, the worst that could happen, happened. Even the company I worked for turned their back on me, my boss, Kyle, apologizing profusely after handing me the envelope.
But it didn’t stop there, every guy I met after finding the courage to date again seemed to run away from me as soon as a second date was planned. I felt cursed, the universe had cursed me.
My life was falling to pieces.
So that’s how I ended up in John’s office, an old friend of mine. One who was refusing me a job because James Barnes told him so. My question wasn’t really why James told him so, it was rather why John listened to him.
I looked at John, realization kicking in as he mumbled his next apology, fear in his eyes once again as if I would hurt him.
“I- I have to go. Bye John, thank you.”
-
I knew where I needed to go and that’s where I went, storming into the lobby of Hydra & Co. right to the front desk. “Excuse me?” I said to the woman sitting in front of me, my hands clutching to the white wood. “I need to speak to Mr. Barnes immediately.”
She looked up at me, holding her other hand to the mic of her phone, her lips in a tight smile. “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you up without an appointment.” She went right back to listening to the person on the other side of the line.
“Look-“ I lowered my eyes to the nametag on her blazer “Jenna, I need to speak to him right now ok?” I knew my face was bright red, my fingers clinging to the wood. “He is ruining my life and I need to speak to him!”
The poor woman started to panic, eyes growing bigger as I leaned forward, my tone and choice of words harsher than I wanted them to be. The person on the phone clearly overheard me as the woman explained to them that I was requesting to see Mr. Barnes.
“What’s your name?”
“Y/n Y/l/n.”
She mumbled something before hanging up the phone. “Please continue to the 46th floor.” Her smile matched her uncertain body language.
The elevator doors opened, and I stepped out, not really focussing on the blond woman sitting at yet another desk waiting for me to speak up, but I just went straight for the big doors. I stood there for a second, raising my hand, knocking three times. I heard a faint ‘come in’ and upon opening the door I saw James sitting behind his desk.
He looked up from his computer, smiling. “It’s so nice to see you again, y/n.”
I could hardly pull myself together. He so nonchalantly welcomed me into his office as if he didn’t have a clue on why I was here in the first place. The door shut behind me making me jump.
“Please tell me what’s going on, John told me you told him not give me a job. Just tell me why? With Mark gone, I can barely hold myself up.”
There was no point in holding back what I wanted to say. I felt a little embarrassed, but I needed to clear the air, to confirm that this man I hardly knew was the reason behind my failed attempts at getting a job.
“Oh yeah, Mark. Was easy getting him out of the picture.” James rose from his seat, slowly walking around the desk. “Look, ever since seeing you at that losers opening party, I just knew I had to fight for what want.”
I felt like a little child asking for her favourite toy back. James is intimidating, very. “What do you mean get Mark out of the picture?” I tilted my head.
“Well I told him that if he didn’t divorce you, I would pull back the funding’s for his Law firm.” His mouth curled up to a twisted smile.
“So, you threatened him?”
“Well, I wouldn’t call it a threat, let’s just call it a favour.”
“For whom?”
“For you!” James stepped closer to me. “He can’t ever give you what I can.”
I couldn’t back away, not now that he thinks he has control over my life. “You don’t love me! You just want what you can’t have!”
James stood in front of me, his breath hot on my forehead. His hand rested on my waist, squeezing it a little. He bent down, his lips grazing on my ear. “There’s nothing I can’t have, darling.”
I shoved him away with the strength I still had left. “You’re disgusting!”
James chuckled darkly as he pushed his hands in his pockets. I turned on my heels, pulling the door open without looking back. I could feel his smirk on the back of my neck, shivers running down my spine as I still felt his touch linger on my body, his breath on my ear and the soft, deep tone of his voice ringing in my head.
-
As I walked back to my apartment days after the “talk” I had with James, I saw the familiar car parked on the other side of the street. The two men leaning against the side of it were all too familiar too. Sam and Steve, that’s they’re names. I do recognize them from Mark’s opening party, but also because since then I see them linger around me once in a while.
I crossed the street, determined to stop this nonsense at once.
“Can you guys stop following me?” I said, crossing my arms on my chest as I stopped in front of them.
“Oh, we’re not following you. We’re protecting you.” Sam said, adjusting his sunglasses.
“From what?” I asked, my confusion making them smile.
“Well, someone trying to rob you.” Steve said.
“Hurt you.” Sam threw right back.
“Kill you.” Steve said looking at Sam.
“Why would anyone do that?”
“You’re the reason people are getting threatened left and right. The mob boss himself holding a gun in someone’s face really makes them take a step back and think about what their doing.” Steve explained.
“Urgh, and that’s my fault because?” I was confused and irritated. Why did I have to run into mobsters of all people.
This wasn’t anything like ‘Goodfellas’.
-
Even though having Sam and Steve on my back every day was a little irritating, I still felt a little bad. I know I shouldn’t, but I still did. I mean, their oh so busy boss is sitting behind a desk while his so-called right-hand men are outside my Apartment complex, waiting for me to do anything interesting.
So I thought the best thing to do to make all of our lives just a little more enjoyable and to also get both of the men on my side a little, I took two disposable cups, filled them with coffee and went to the car.
I looked through the driver’s seat window, Sam and Steve watching ‘The Little Mermaid’. As I knocked on the glass with my knuckle, both jumped closing the laptop.
Sam let his window down. “God you scared us.”
“Here.” I said while giggling, handing Sam the cups of coffee. “Just a little gift from me. Don’t tell your boss though.”
“Why?” Steve leaned over so I could properly see him. “Not the gift part, the boss part. Thanks!”
“Don’t want your boss to get the wrong idea.”
-
I knew this was a terrible idea. Not well thought out and executed within an hour. My mind was still trying to convince me to go back to my apartment. But something within me stood tall. I was called up to the woman and smiled at her.
“One ticket to Utah please.”
She typed something into the computer and proceeded to take a call while doing so. “And your name, miss?”
“Oh, Y/n y/l/n.” I looked around aimlessly waiting for her to hand me my plane ticket.
“I’m so sorry, but there aren’t any seats left.”
“What do you mean? What about first class?”
“Nope, sorry.”
“Does James Barnes have anything to do with this maybe?”
Her eyes grew big as I mentioned his name, she lowered the phone, looking at it and them back at me.
“Right.” I nodded my head, a little glad that this didn’t work out, I mean, what was I supposed to do in Utah?
Upon walking out, I was once again followed by Sam and Steve, the duo that can’t even seem to brush their teeth with separate toothbrushes.
“So, you’re not leaving?”
I dragged my suitcase behind me, huffing at Sam’s comment. It’s not like I just realized how stupid the idea was to fly to my hometown, but in the whim of a moment it did. Just for a small moment it seemed like my ticket out, but James seems to be a few steps ahead of me, his little minions right on my heels.
“No, I guess not, Sam.”
“C’mon, let us give you a ride back.” Sam stopped at the car holding the door open for me. I sat in the car with a grunt.
The car ride was plagued by silence… from me. Steve and Sam, the dynamic duo, chatted along as if nothing had happened.
“You know, Y/n, Buck isn’t that bad. He does come off as tough and scary at times but he kinda has to. As soon as he shows any weakness, people don’t take him seriously.”
“Cute.”
“Y/n… he wouldn’t do all this if he didn’t seriously like you. Deep down he’s a sweet guy, trust me.” Steve went on, but that didn’t faze me.
I started out of the window, watching the buildings pass as we approached my place.
-
After my attempt to flee the city, I felt a little embarrassed with myself. The poor plan I was sure made James laugh, it’s as if I could hear him laugh all the way somewhere from the outskirts of New York. I couldn’t stop myself from walking through the city asking for a job, but no one would offer me one. Some wouldn’t even let me into the building after hearing my name. New York has shut its doors.
I walked home, not missing the presence of Sam and Steve, S&S, the Bonny and Clyde of New York, my personal bodyguards around me. They were everywhere, almost knowing exactly where I was going. I was getting a little used to it.
Upon walking into the small entrance area of my apartment building, I emptied my mailbox. I knew that none of these were good news, those were very uncommon these days it seemed.
I kicked off my shoes, hung up my cardigan and went straight do the couch rubbing my feet. The regret of wearing heels swung around in my head, they make you look very professional but hurt your feet if you walk in them all day through the city.
I went lazily through the letters. Just bills, payments that were way too overdue and a letter from my landlord. That one caught my eye immediately as I haven’t had an issue with her since I moved in. She knew of my problem and welcomed me with open arms, but the letter proved otherwise.
I stumbled out of the door, down two floors, hitting a wall on my way for good measure. I knocked on her door, hearing footsteps on the other side.
“Jenna, you’re kicking me out?” I held the letter up to her face as soon as she opened the door.
“Y/n, I’m sorry I- “
“No! Tell me this isn’t the work of James Barnes.” My ears were ringing, tears prickling on the corners of my eyes. “Please.”
Jenna exhaled sharply. “He came by yesterday, threatened me, held a gun to my head, y/n- “
“Wow.” I breather out, leaning against the door frame.
“I can’t have you here, not when I have a baby to protect, I’m sorry.”
“No, I understand.” I removed myself from her door frame, smiling as best as I could. I didn’t need her to worry about me, herself and especially not her baby. The poor child doesn’t need to grow up without parents.
I walked up to my apartment. The only good thing was, that I didn’t have a lot to pack up. The things I do have were fairly light and I could ask Danny, John’s son, from the hardware store to help me move.
What was James thinking? He either loved me or wanted me to die in a ditch, I couldn’t decide. The anger bubbling within me made my blood boil. He couldn’t do this. If he really loved me like he claimed he does, then he wouldn’t have me struggling so much.
I pulled my heels back on my feet as I stumbled out of my apartment once again. I couldn’t get down the many flights of stairs without stripping and falling but I only hand one goal. The hatred I felt for James fuelled the fire in me.
I spotted Sam and Steve in the car and approached it with speed, looking left and right to avoid getting run over. I hastily slammed my palm on the window catching Sam’s attention. He rolled the window down.
“Bring me to him. James.” I held the bottom of the window with my palms, sweat collecting on my neck, my hairs sticking to it.
“He’s at home.” Sam responded as if I cared where he was.
“Well let’s go!” I climbed in the backseat and heard Sam swear under his breath.
We arrived at James’s house, or rather mansion. The white bricked mansion stood out amongst the greenery surrounding it. There were several armed men standing around the mansion, dressed in all black. As we pulled up to the front steps, right next to the rather large fountain, Sam and Steve, the dynamic duo, led me inside.
Marble on top of marble, not the cheaper kind. The one that’s so thick you couldn’t seem to break it if you tried. Sam told me exactly where to go and I didn’t waste any time, running up the stairs, turned the left corner and went straight to the end of the corridor. My feet stomping on the ground like I’m a child.
I stood in front of the heavy looking white doors. I raised my hand knocking three times. I didn’t give James any time to tell me to come in, pushing the door open. He seemed to be quite surprised as he stood up from his seat.
“How dare you?” I spoke, a little too quiet to my liking, the tears threatened to fall from my eyes and I just let them. At this point I didn’t care what he thought of me, I just needed to let go. “How dare you have me kicked out of my home? And on top of that threaten poor Jenna!”
He rounded the desk like he did when I showed up in his office. “Y/n, you’re more than welcome to stay here.”
“But I don’t want to!”
I looked over to the shelve, walking over to it. Looking back and forth to the small green vase sitting atop it, back to James and back to the vase. My brows furrowed together as I took it into my hand. I looked James in the eyes, raising my hand pointing it to the wall, swinging my arm, stopping right before the impact would’ve smashed it into pieces.
James looked rather unfazed, either he didn’t care about it or he knew I couldn’t do it. I let my shoulders fall, placing the vase back on the shelve. I held my face in my hands, letting the tears falling.
I heard him coming over, but I let him. He wrapped his arms around my figure, squeezing my body softly. “Shh, it’s going to be ok.”
I pulled away from him, pushing his arms away from me. “No, it’s not going to be ok, James. If you truly loved me as much as you say you do, then you wouldn’t do this, you would want me to be happy no matter what. You would do anything to ensure my happiness isn’t ruined by your needs.”
I took a few steps away from him. “This- “ I pointed my finger to him and back to me. “- Isn’t love.”
James exhaled, turned and walked to his desk, holding onto it with his hands. “Alright… I- you just go back to your apartment, let Sam and Steve drive you, I’ll sort everything else out. Ok?”
A small smiled formed on my lips, I had done it, I convinced him. “Thank you.”
“Just know that I do love you.”
I walked out of the room skipping along the marbled floor, down the steps and out of the mansion.
6 Months later:
On my way up to my apartment I grabbed my mail along the way. As I walked in, I took everything necessary off leaving me in a tank top and my panties. It was way too hot to wear anything else. Anyone who believes climate change isn’t real should come to New York right now.
As I always do, I checked the pile of letters for anything important, so far only advertisements and… an invitation. I ripped open the envelope to reveal the letter.
We happily invite you to the engagement party of
James Buchanan Barnes & Meghan Sofie Vermont
We hope to welcome you to our home to celebrate love and happiness.
Barnes & Vermont
I couldn’t help but laugh a little, he wants me to attend an engagement party?
Ever since the day I confronted him about his wrongdoings, things finally started to look up for me again. I got my job back and felt like the city of New York had welcomed me back. I could finally breathe again. I do have to say that I miss Sam and Steve being on my backs at all times, the Tyler Joseph and Josh Dunn, my own Tom and Jerry. I do miss them sometimes when I look out the window.
They did make me feel safe.
-
I pushed my blazer up my arms and checked my bag for any belongings I might’ve missed and walked out the door locking it for good measure. Outside, my car was already waiting for me, James really made sure to flaunt his money, having his guests picked up. The car ride was filled with nerves overflowing, I didn’t know how to feel going to that house again, but as I walked up the stairs into the lavish foyer, down into the living room and out to the garden, I was more concerned about my attire. I grabbed a flute of champagne from one of the waiters.
The guests who were scattered around the grass wearing heavy diamonds on their necks. I came across a woman wearing the most beautiful bracelet I’ve ever seen, and she told me it was made out of Iridium, the rarest naturally occurring element. I didn’t really know what to do with that information since it just looked like plain old silver to me.
As I spotted James, he was already looking at me. I waved at him and smiled, taking a step to walk toward him as I was stopped by a woman.
“And you must be Y/n, right?” She asked and I nodded in return. “Wow, James has told me a lot about you, I’m Meghan, his soon to be wife and not so far into the future Mrs. Barnes.” She stretched her hand out to me and I shook it, trying to hide the face I wanted to make.
“God you’re so beautiful, now I know why Bucky was chasing you around.” She grinned at me and I wanted to return the complement, but she didn’t let me. “I can’t believe you rejected him, wow, I mean, you could be me right now. You could have diamonds on you neck, hands and anywhere else you want them. The finest dresses, oh Buck gifted me this absolutely amazing Givenchy dress last week. To. Die. For.”
Meghan placed her hand on my shoulder and her grip didn’t say friendship. “And this house! You could be living here right now. But the best thing you’re missing… the man, I mean. Jamesie is so wonderful, so sweet and just ugh, the biggest heart.”
I looked at her my face falling, twisting into a rather annoyed expression. I just looked over to James, talking to some guy. His grey suit and pink tie doing wonders for him.
I snapped back to Meghan as she tightened the grip on my shoulder, my hand slightly tipping, the glass with it. If she loves her Givenchy dress so much, then why isn’t she paying closer attention to it. My glass tipped fully now, the golden liquid spilling down the front of her dress.
Meghan let out a high-pitched scream and I snapped back into reality, my eyes flicking up to James who looked at me. I turned, placed the glass on a nearby table and went up the stairs, back int the living room and into the foyer.
“Stop!”
I turned as I heard the woman, the tall blonde walking over to me.
“What were you thinking? Come with me. Now!” She grabbed my arm leading me down a corridor and through some double doors revealing the kitchen. She roughly made me sit on one of the chairs at the table, walking back and forth behind me.
I just lowered my head, feeling once again, like a child. I regretted it.
“Y/n, what’s gotten into you?” James entered the kitchen and I felt my cheeks hating up. He sat down next to me and turned his body to me. The woman mumbling something about the party being ruined. “Mom, please can you leave us alone?”
I sunk lower on my seat, not wanting to be seen at all by anyone. It was a mistake coming here after all.
“Y/n, darling, why did you do that?” He placed his hand over mine, circling his thumb on the back of my hand.
“I didn’t do it on purpose!”
James took his other hand softly holding my jaw, turning my face to him. “This isn’t you. I’ve seen you being angry, but you never did any harm to anyone or anything. Despite your anger you still don’t lose your manners and knock on people’s doors.”
I knew by anything he meant the vase I wanted to smash. But he was right, completely. “I’m sorry.” The tears swelled up in my eyes. “I didn’t know what came over me. Meghan just went on and on about all the things I could’ve had and everything I’m missing out on and I just… snapped.”
“But why are you so upset about it? You knew exactly what you would give up when you told me to leave you alone, why does it bother you now?”
That was indeed a good question, why did it bother me so much. Was it the things I was upset about or the person? “Maybe… I think… Sometimes you want what you can’t have.”
James smiled. “I know exactly what that feels like.”
I couldn’t help but smile back at him. He took his hand away from mine and snaked it around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. His warm breath on my lips sent shivers down my spine and as he inched closer, he moved his hand from my jaw to the back of my neck, tangling his fingers with my hair.
James closed the distance between us, moving his lips against mine. He pulled away slightly, just inches away from me, whispering against my lips. “The difference between you and me is, there’s nothing I can’t have, Sugar.”
Warnings: Implied smut, some cursing, Alcohol consumption (if I forgot anything please let me know!) Btw, this series includes a lot of OCs!
Summary: It all started with a hook up, then another one and then Bucky was done for. He fell in love headfirst, no warning and no end to it anytime soon. But Y/n has a boyfriend and a secret and a wedding to attend in Rome. Despite giving him enough reasons to stay away, the two of them are like magnets, always finding their way to each other, wanted or not.
A/N: Here we go! This series was indeed inspired by my own song Roman Nightmare!!I’m so happy with how this series is going and I just hope you love it as much as I do! Buck over here is a little softie so watch out for that and also a little charmer! Have fun reading and please like, comment and reblog! Tell me what you think.
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Chapter One - cuore d'oro (heart of gold)
The sun set slowly behind New York, kids were getting ready to be put to bed and hard-working business owners arrived home to their families. With the sun marking the day as done, y/n shut the door to her apartment after a long and stressful day at work.
She made herself a cup of coffee to get her brain to wake up again, because unlike the sun, the kids and the business owners dressed in suits, she had a long night ahead of her. She got rid of the work attire and exchanged them for a tight, knee length, black dress and high heels. Y/n put on a darker lipstick over her faded nude one and touched up on her mascara, wiping away the stains of the black ink that transferred to her under eyes.
One last look into the mirror, and she was ready to go. A text from Chelsea saying that she has arrived, set her on her way downstairs.
This Friday night partying wasn’t a tradition, but somehow the four of them found themselves in the same bar every Friday. It was excused by Franzi that they need this. A night out after a week full of stress, ankles that screamed in pain and heads with steam coming out. They need the distraction and fun, she had said as y/n asked the girls whether this had turned into a tradition or not.
Chelsea and y/n arrived at the bar, Nina and Franzi already waiting for them outside just as dolled up. After a brief hello they went inside the rather posh establishment.
Red velvet chairs, a bar made of copper, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The people inside chatting and clicking their glasses to the weekend and a few brave enough to dance on the Dancefloor already moved their limbs to the music.
The four girls went over to the bar all ordering a shot of Grappa Nonino as tradition wants it, throwing back the golden liquid with ease. Y/n went ahead and ordered herself a Cuba Libre to kick the night off properly. The prices sure are a little ridiculous but after Nina, Chelsea, Franzi and y/n went bar hopping a year ago, it dawned on them that this was by far the best bar they could spend their Friday night at, or any for that matter.
As they took a seat at the side of the bar, Franzi leaned into the middle. “Ryan and I finally moved into our new apartment and let me tell you, it’s a thousand times better than the last one!” Franzi explained, as her hands waved in the air. “It’s not as crammed and since we’re going to try for a baby-“
“What?” Nina chimed in eyes wide.
“Yes! We talked about it and since Ryan got that promotion and we moved into a bigger place; we can afford a baby.”
Y/n stole a glance over to Chelsea and she smirked in response. Franzi and Ryan have been married for five years and the idea for a baby comes up every now and then. They always find a new flaw in their life and recently it was their two story, six room, upper east side apartment, which for them was too small.
“Are you sure you really want a baby right now? What about Ryan’s promotion, won’t he have to work even more now?” Nina questioned, reading y/n’s thoughts.
“Well, yeah, but.” Franzi knitted her eyebrows together for a moment before exhaling deeply. “Maybe that could come up as a problem.”
Y/n couldn’t help but laugh, Chelsea and Nina joining in shortly.
The four girls were ordering cocktail after cocktail, getting more and more drunk as the clock strikes one in the morning. Y/n threw her head back, laughing as Nina choked on her drink spilling it all over the bar top.
Unbeknown to her, a pair of deep blue eyes looked at her as she composed herself, taking another sip of her drink. The blue-eyed man standing not so far away, a woman by his side wrapping her arms around his torso. He couldn’t care less about her though, he had his eyes fixated on y/n. “Bucky, when are we going to leave?” The woman asked, but he didn’t listen. Instead, he untangled her arms away from him, watching y/n slide of the bar stool.
Y/n pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her purse walking towards the door. He quickly made his way over to her. “You do know that smoking kills, right?”
Y/n stopped walking, ready to put him in place but looking up at the stranger she was instantly regretting the amount of alcohol in her system. She was mesmerised by the beauty of this man. Strong cheekbones, deep blue eyes, a light stubble and a slight curl in his short hair. Y/n could hardly believe her eyes wondering if this was some trick from the alcohol. “I know, but I get really tense when I don’t smoke.” She answered honestly, not capable of a witty or sarcastic comeback.
“I’m Bucky.” He held his hand out for her to shake and she stared at his hand for a little too long. Taking in the veins showing through his skin running along his arm, long fingers adorned with a few silver rings. Y/n took his hand in hers at last smiling up at him.
“Y/n!” She chimed as Bucky started walking outside next to her. Y/n looked over her shoulder to her three friends, who otherwise embarrassingly, gave her a thumbs up, grinning widely.
As they came to a stop outside, y/n pulled a cigarette out of the pack, but Bucky stopped her at once, holding her wrist gently. She looked up at him with doe eyes, making him smile wickedly. “I get really tense.” Y/n pointed out once more, but it only made him smile even more.
“I know.” Bucky said pulling her closer by her wrist, leaning in close enough to graze his lips on her ear. “I can help with that.”
Bucky moved away, y/n’s eyes wide still processing what that means. Her face relaxed, a smile just as wicked at Bucky gracing her lips and he took the cue to lead her to his car.
He opened the backseat door for her climbing in on the other side after her. Y/n told the driver her address and after about ten minutes, they arrived at her apartment complex, Bucky’s hand on her thigh for the duration of the ride.
As they stumbled into her apartment, Bucky wasted no time, pushing her against the front door, arms wrapped around her waist as he kissed down her neck towards her collarbone eagerly. Y/n couldn’t help but run her hands up and down his chest, feeling the tight muscles through his white button up. She slid off his jacket with once swift move, earning a chuckle from Bucky.
Y/n led Bucky to her bedroom, skin never breaking apart. She closed the door with her heel, giggling as Bucky lifted her up in one swift move, setting her down on the bed.
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Bucky moved the duvet from his body, sliding off the bed. He started to dress himself as he searched around the room for every piece of clothing, quiet enough to not wake y/n up, who was sound asleep in her bed. He took a closer look at her, now that the moon shone through her window right onto her face, he smiled at her soft features. An unfamiliar feeling build itself up in his chest, a warmth he shouldn’t be feeling.
Buck shook his head, closing the door to the bedroom quietly and walked over to the front door, collecting his jacket as he texted Clint to pick him up.
He exited the building, a satisfied smirk on his face.
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Y/n awoke late into Saturday, groaning loudly at the sun falling directly on her face. The memories of the night flooded her brain and she couldn’t help but giggle and cringe at the same time. She must’ve been very annoying, y/n thought to herself. Just as she won the lottery of men to have a one-night stand with, she had to drink nine glasses of alcohol.
She picked up her phone from her nightstand, eyes widening at the number of messages she had in the group chat she shared with her three friends. None of the messages were pg-13, all asking vulgar questions about the man she had in her bed.
Y/n just send a drooling emoji to shut them up and answer all of the burning questions her friends had.
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Warnings: The following chapters will include indications of smut, slight homophobia, Mobster behaviour, heartbreak and perception of unfaithfulness. There will be fluff however, soft!Bucky, a lot of romance and watch out for heart-eyes!Bucky to make your heart melt and your knees weak!
Summary: It all started with a hook up, then another one and then Bucky was done for. He fell in love headfirst, no warning and no end to it anytime soon. But Y/n has a boyfriend and a secret and a wedding to go to in Rome. Despite giving him enough reasons to stay away, the two of them are like magnets, always finding their way to each other, wanted or not.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
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