#qb!bucky

[angrythingstarlight]

QB!Bucky told his mom and his sisters about his crush on you, his grumpy!assistant. He didn't mean to confess everything but they asked him if he was seeing anyone—he immediately thought of you—and he blushed. An undeniable bright splash of red across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Naturally they pounced. Surrounding him faster than a group of souped up, caffeinated linebackers. Getting bits and pieces of information from him with ruthless precision.

Now they know how far he's fallen for you. And they love that he's in love. You sound perfect.

Bucky just has to figure out a way to break the news to you that his family thinks you're his girlfriend. And they're excited to meet you.

Bucky can't help but think he's in trouble. But hey he can handle this. Right?

Then he imagines your face when he confesses what he did. Why he did it.

Damn.

He's in trouble.

And the only person who can save him is you. He just hopes you want to.

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Wait qb Bucky has his family thinking he’s dating his assistant? Can’t wait to see how he explains that to her lol

Bucky can handle a 6'4", 275 defensive end running at him at full speed. No problem. Light work really.

But this.

Having to confess to his grumpy!assistant that he may have—accidentally—told his family that they're a couple?

Yeah. That's scary.

He wishes there was a playbook about her, one he could study until he knew he exactly what to do to win her over.

He can analyze an opposing team's play as it's unfolding, adapt and adjust his own plan in seconds. Make snap decisions. He's known for being fearless, fast and damn good at his job.

Bucky just has to figure out to apply those skills to this situation. In his defense, he's never faced an opponent like his assistant. He's pretty sure she could run all over him if she wanted. And he's sure he'd like it.

[angrythingstarlight]

^QB Bucky looking at how fast all the women start bidding on him for charity

Pairing: QB!Bucky x Grumpy!Assistant Reader

Warnings: Future only one bed coming soon, more warnings to follow (there may be smųt if he gets lucky 👀) struck Bucky.

AN: Part of my QB!Bucky series.

Bucky stares out into the audience, sweat beading along his hairline. He shifts in his seat, wiping his palms across his pants, unknowingly drawing everyone's attention to his thick, muscular thighs.

"28,000," someone screams from the back, frantically waving a bright blue paddle in the air.

"29,000." The immediate counter hissed from a nearby table.

Bucky tries not to cringe, he didn't plan for this. In his head, he was going to walk up, have you bid and be back in his seat before it got cold.

Only he's already raised more money in the first five minutes he's been up here than the rest of the guys before him combined.

His heart pounds in his chest the more numbers are thrown out, climbing higher and higher, his bids easily surpassing expectations. So many voices shouting for the chance to win a date with the quarterback. But there's only one he wants to hear.

Yours.

Frantic blue eyes find you sitting at his table, tapping your paddle against the side of your glass, chin propped on your palm—damn you're beautiful—Bucky wonders how much trouble he would get in if he jumped off the stage and convinced you to leave with him. Anywhere but here.

Just you and him.

But this is for his charity so he can't.

His fingers dig into the edge of the seat and he leans forward, willing you to look at him. Your gaze shifts up, locking with his. A smile blooms across his face, once again he unwittingly drives up his price. Not that he notices. His heart stutters to a pounding stop behind his ribcage. The bidding blurring into white noise around him.

Everything fades away as you take your place as the center of his world.

He gets this way with you, if only you knew what you do to him--whenever you look at him, when you smile at him, especially when you glare at him as you boss him around—all of it makes him fall you more and more.

"Please, please," he chants under his breath, through barely parted lips. You promised you'd bid on him, please don't let someone else steal him away.

"—do I hear fifty thousand? Fifty thousand anyone?" the auctioneer's voice piercing through Bucky's haze, panic lancing through his chest.

Please. His brows furrowing as he leans forward, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Oh god, oh god, what is he going to do? All his plans are slipping through his hands like sand.

A languid smirk tugs at your lips, you take a slow slip of your champagne, paddle in hand. Bucky inhales sharply, a thread of doubt laces around the hope swelling in his chest.

"Going once."

He'll be so good to you. He knows he can be everything you need.

Bucky baleful eyes beg you to bid, to take a chance on him. You tap your paddle on your chin and he feels his stomach constrict with anticipation. Give him a chance.

"Going twice—"

That's all he needs.

One chance.

But you have to bid.

Don't let her win.

"Fifty thousand."

Interested in hearing his plans for you 👀. Let me know!

And For More QB!Bucky:

Pre-auction ☆The Interview ☆The promise☆The hair incident

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Qb bucky is ready he just needs his assistant to accept her fate

Pairing: QB!Bucky x Grumpy!Assistant Reader

AN: Written on my phone.

Part of the QB Series.

Bucky looks at you, wide-eyed and hopeful as his teeth rake across his bottom lip.

"So," the word is dragged out, your brow raises instinctively when he tapers off with a grin.

You tilt your head, gesturing for him to continue. You know what he's trying to ask but you've decided to be obtuse, forcing him to say the words aloud. Perhaps it's a little mean of you but it's so much fun to watch him squirm.

After a few long seconds, Bucky realizes you're not going to help him, his shoulders slump and his long fingers card a messy path through his soft, mussed locks. "It's for charity."

You shrug.

"I-it's for a children's charity," he implores, brows knitting in disconcernation.

Your eyes drop to your phone, a few taps on the screen and the sounds of your newest show fill the room.

Switching tactics, he continues. "I'll give you the money, all you have to do is bid on me."

You don't look up, instead you deliberately turn up the volume. His desperate huff does something to your chest but you choose to ignore it, the same way you're ignoring the six-foot-something quarterback sitting across from you.

"Okay, okay. Fine," he mutters under his breath. He's not above begging if thats what it takes. Bucky pushes his chair back and stands. He goes to you, turning your seat around, the legs scrape against the floor. Your phone is lifted from your hand, carefully placed on the table.

Bucky drops to his knees before you and he cants his head back so you have no choice but to gaze into his pretty blue eyes—you feel as if you just stepped off a cliff, the wind rushing up while your heart drops to your stomach.

"Please," he shamelessly pleads, his deep voice rolls down your spine, your attention torn between his face and his large hands gripping your thighs as he kneels between them.

Bucky repeats the word, whispering it so sweetly and urgently, willing to offer everything he has just to hear you say yes. Please say yes.

He needs you to win. If you don't, then all his plans are ruined. Bucky hasn't told you all the details of the auction, too wary to reveal what's in store for the winner of his particular date, he has this distinctive feeling that if you know exactly what you're in for that you won't even show up to the gala.

"Please. Please. I'll do anything you want. Just please don't let someone else win." I want to be yours.

The heat from his palms pierces through the thin layer of your shorts, sinking into your veins and settling into the depths of your chest. Your heart beats erratically as obscenely erotic images of his large hands on your body, touching every part of you and claiming you as his own flash in your mind.

"I'll think about it," you concede, trying to apparent unaffected by the massive man on his knees for you.

If he hears the breathy waver in your tone, sees the faint hint of excitement and nerves in your pretty eyes, he doesn't say anything. He could tease you about the way your thighs are trembling under his hold but he doesn't.

But after he wins, after you discover what he has planned for the two of you, he's going to show you how much fun begging and teasing can be.

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Is this mafia bucky or qb bucky ?

I feel more of a qb bucky vibe

If I had to pick between the two, it definitely more of a qb!Bucky vibe

Our grumpy assistant could be bossing him around and Bucky would grin away and hang on to every word she says. He could listen to her talk about anything.

He loves it when she says his name, he thinks her voice sounds so sweet and pretty.

Bucky thinks every thing about her is so sweet and pretty.

He knows better to than to say that to her though. At least right now.

Bucky has thought about how her pretty voice would sound in other situations. If she would get breathy, if she would say his name the way she does in his dreams, if she would still boss him around. Or let him be in control for once.

Until that time, he's content to listen to his beautiful assistant as much as she wants.

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QB!Bucky with his assistant!reader!

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🥰🤭

"Shouldn't you be practicing or something?" You ask without looking up from your planner.

Bucky shakes his head, lips curling up into a grin at the sound of your voice. "Nah I'm good here." With you.

The soft scritch of your pencil fills the room, Bucky folds his arms over the table, laying his head between them. Waiting for the second you take a break to ask you the question that's been on the tip of his tongue on morning. Yeah he's good right here, he's not going to miss this opportunity.

Besides he could spend all day just being in your presence, if you'd let him. Which you won't. So he clings to these moments whenever he can. Patiently hoping for the day you realize he's serious about wanting a life with you. That he can and will make you happy.

"What Bucky?"

And there it is. His opportunity.

"I got something I want to ask you and before you say no—". Blue eyes flicker up and lock on your bored gaze. "—promise me you'll think about it. I don't need an answer right away. You can take as much time as you need," he says, carding a hand through his soft hair, hiding his nervous energy behind an eager grin.

"Uh huh."

Bucky'll take that. God, he'll take just about anything you'll give him.

"Would you be my date for the charity gala next month?"

"I—"

"Just think about it. One night. That's all I'm asking for."

[angrythingstarlight]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭!

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝟐𝟐 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬!

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 (𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐛𝐝).

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

❀𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽❀𝓛𝓲𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓻𝔂❀𝓛𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓼❀

❀𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔❀

~𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒔 & 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒔 & 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔.

~𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔

~𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑, 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒐.

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒔:

❀𝑰𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌!𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂!Bucky ❀𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂!𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 & 𝑶𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂!𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 ❀𝑪𝒂𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒙 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆!𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚

& 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔!

✅️ Get eaten out while being held in the air by your beefy boyfriend.

✅️ Have a mobster whisk you away on an impromptu trip to the Admont Library

•𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬•𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚!𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬•

•𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬•𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲!𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬•

•𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬•𝐁𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫!𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬•𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬•

->𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐲 @glitter-shrill

->𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐲 @moodboardsnfanfics

𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 (tbd)

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 (tbd)

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

[angrythingstarlight]

Happy Sunday, Queen! I’m a Detroit girlie and the Lions are playing tonight! It’s got QB!Bucky on my brain. If he wins this one tonight they’re going to the Super Bowl‼️ I’m sure his assistant is wearing one of the puffer jackets made out of his jersey. 😉

He is incredibly nervous right now. Bucky has a lot riding on this game. If he wins, his team advances to the Super Bowl. This would be his first one and he knows the team is depending on him. The pressure is insurmountable and the only thing keeping him sane is his grumpy assistant.

She's keeping his nerves at bay and not letting him overthink or lose focus. Bucky has never said it out loud but she makes him feel like he could do anything.

As much as he wants to win for himself, his team and all the fans, he also wants to win for her. To make her proud of him and to impress her.

She's going to be wearing his number on her back tonight as she sits in the suite during the game.

It make his heart beat a little faster every time he sees her in his jersery or coat with his number and name plastered on the back in bright, bold letters. Bucky believes it brings him luck which the only reason she does it—or so she claims.

Every touchdown he makes is going to be for her.

Bucky promised himself that is he makes it to the Super Bowl and wins, he's finally, finally, going to get the courage to ask her out.