#bookshop!bucky au
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Mob/Mafia AU)-Bookshop setting
Word Count: 3,513
Summary: Bucky has had his eyes on you for a long time and when he finally makes a move to claim you he's delighted at how easily you fall into his waiting arms.
Author's Note: Seb's new looks have just been so yummy, especially him in a bow tie. I LOVE! The look in the pic below is the end result of the story🫠It isn't really focused too much on his mob status but it's there and I couldn't resist a little bookshop AU in there too! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: flirting, tension, Bucky is pretty forward/dom and doesn't mince words- he goes for what he wants-light d-irty talk, fing-er-ing, o-ral (f rec), but he's sweet too :)
Your steps are slow and easy as you stroll through the aisle, perusing the titles and letting your fingers delicately slide across the bindings.
When you find one of interest you pull it from the shelf and before you read even one word you press the aged pages to your nose and inhale deeply.
The sound of a light chuckle pulls you from your aromatic reverie and you look up with a start, catching a man watching you with a lopsided smirk.
He nods a hello before disappearing down the next aisle. You stare at the space he just vacated and feel your skin heat.
Was he really that handsome or are you still recovering from the exquisite smell of the pages of the book? Only one way to find out.
With quiet movements you slip past the end of the fiction section and turn the corner, peeking around the next bookshelf. All you see is a young woman searching through the books.
Denying your disappointment you continue down the aisle but slow when you feel the weight of eyes at your back. Instead of turning around and looking too obvious you quickly glance over your shoulder and see the mystery man once again watching you.
He looks even more handsome than he did two minutes ago.
You almost walk into the woman who’s browsing and give her a startled apology before rushing off to hide in the rare book section.
Letting out a rush of breath you clutch a book to your chest and refocus on your surroundings.
“This is my favorite section.”
You spin on a gasp and blink.
“Excuse me?” you say quietly.
“This section,” he says again, “it’s my favorite. I love old books.”
“Oh,” you answer, backing away as he steps closer.
He stops advancing and looks at the shelf, studying the bindings until he finds one that interests him.
“Mine too,” you concede softly. “And they smell amazing.”
“As good as the books in the fiction section?” he asks, eyes dancing with amusement.
You let out a light huff of laughter, feeling warm embarrassment creep over your skin.
“Better,” you finally answer.
“I’d have to agree with you there,” he says before lifting the book he holds to his face and inhaling.
You can’t stop your small intake of air as you watch him savor the smell of the pages.
“So, do you come here often?” he asks, casting his gaze down to the words.
You let his question hang in the air as you take a moment to really look him over. His soft sweater does nothing to hide his broad shoulders and powerful build and his dark hair and beard frame a beautifully sculpted jaw.
Then he lifts his eyes, directing his steady gaze on you, and your breath catches in your throat.
“Um…I do. It’s my favorite book store. I can’t afford any of these books,” you say as you motion to the titles nearby, “but no one seems to mind that I come and spend the afternoon reading them.”
“I don’t see why anyone would,” he replies.
He places the book back on the shelf and slides his hands into his pants pockets, attempting another step closer.
This time you don’t move away and he smiles.
“I have quite the collection myself,” he informs you. “You should come see it.”
“Are you a collector?” you ask.
“Something like that doll.”
You school your features at the sound of the endearment falling from his perfect lips and smile.
He extends his hand.
“James Barnes. But you can call me Bucky.”
“Hi Bucky.”
You give him your name and he takes your hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and lightly brushing his lips across your knuckles before kissing them.
As you stare at him through your lashes his lips linger and he seems unwilling to let go of your hand.
“I mean it you know. You’re welcome to come see my collection…anytime.”
He slowly releases your hand with a wink then turns on his heel toward the doorway.
“But…,” you start, not even sure why you’re calling after him to ask your next question, “how will I find you?”
He turns to face you, his eyes set with determination, and says, “don’t worry doll face. We’ll be seeing each other again very soon.”
With those parting words he vanishes into the maze of books, leaving you caught between feeling frazzled and turned on.
After several days of warm sunshine it finally ends in a wash of chilly rain and wind. But you’re warm and cozy in the back of the bookshop, curled up on one of the old leather chairs by the window, reading by the soft light of an antique tiffany lamp.
You’re so engrossed in your book that it takes you several minutes to recognize the familiar feeling of his stare and when you look up you find Bucky leaning against a nearby bookshelf, his arms crossed, watching you.
He looks just as good as he did the last time you saw him and you realize you’re staring back.
“Hey,” you whisper, clearing your throat.
“You must really be enjoying that book,” he says, a smirk pulling at his lips.
“I am. Have you read it?”
“Not this one,” he says as he steps closer and reads the title.
His nearness draws all of your attention from the book and for the first time you take notice of the small patches of gray hair that line his beard.
“It’s worth a read,” you tell him when your eyes meet his again.
“I’ll definitely check it out doll. I’m currently reading the first edition of ‘The Canterbury Tales’ by Geo…”
“Geoffery Chaucer,” you finish in a rushed breath. “Oh my god. You have a first edition!?”
Your eyes go wide with shock as you silently contemplate how much money that must have cost him.
“But…but…”
“I told you doll face, the old and rare books are my favorite.”
“I haven’t read that one yet but it’s on my list.”
“Well you’re welcome to my copy when I’m done,” he says, smiling widely when your mouth opens in shock. “But I have to warn you that when it comes to such treasures I’m a slow reader. There are some things I like to take my time with.”
As the last sentence leaves his mouth he unabashedly lets his eyes sweep over you. When your head dips to your book under his obvious perusal he presses his fingers under your chin to lift your gaze.
“Can I get you a coffee?”
“A coffee?” you repeat, all rational thought leaving your brain at the feel of his touch.
“They just put a fresh pot on up front.”
“Oh, right. That would be great thank you, let me just get my wallet.”
“No doll. I’ll pay.”
“Well, I don’t mind at all…”
“And I do,” he says definitively. “I offered and I’ll pay.”
“Thanks,” you whisper.
When he returns with two steaming cups of coffee you sigh in contentment.
“Are you always this much of a gentleman to the women you meet in bookshops?”
You ask the question with a playful smile but when his expression doesn’t match yours you instantly regret opening your mouth, your smile wavering.
“Despite my offering, I’m having a very difficult time remembering to be a gentleman around you doll.”
“Well maybe I shouldn’t be accepting this coffee then.”
Even though your voice is little more than a whisper you make no move to give him back the drink and instead you lean in closer.
“Maybe you shouldn’t,” he murmurs.
Your breathing accelerates before you take a slow sip of the coffee.
“And maybe I like the coffee too much to give it back.”
“I just warned you that I’m having a difficult time being a gentleman. Are you provoking me doll?”
Your tongue darts out to trace the outline of your lips, the taste of coffee still lingering. “Is that what I’m doing?”
His eyes track the movement and he rubs the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, looking pleased when you inhale sharply but don’t pull away.
“Let me be clear here doll, since it seems like you enjoy playing this little game with me. I want you underneath me in my bed. I want to be buried so deep inside you that you’ll feel me for days. And I want to mark you so every other man who walks this Earth knows you’re mine.”
Your eyes widen with every word he utters and you feel goosebumps crawl over your skin when he tilts his head and moves closer until his warm breath fans your cheek.
“I just want to be up-front with you. Enjoy the coffee.”
He forces himself away, removing his hand and stepping back. And once again leaves with nothing more that the sound of his retreating footsteps.
Life keeps you busy for the next two days but Bucky’s words are ever present, practically burned into your skin. So when you step back into the bookshop on Saturday evening you take solace in the familiar smells and sounds.
You wave hello to the barista and cashier, noticing their slight mischievous smiles as you pass by. You’re about to ask them what’s going on but then you see him and you know. Even among the shelves of beautiful books and warm lighting he stands out, his eyes boring into you.
The way he stands exudes a quiet confidence and a slow roll of heat eases it’s way through you when his unwavering stare moves over every inch of you.
Lifting your chin you hold his gaze and take your time getting your own eyeful. His button-down shirt is fitted just right with the top buttons open to reveal a gold chain and his long legs are clad in dark jeans.
He looks dangerous and sexy. And pissed.
You move toward him undeterred until you’re close enough to feel the heat radiating off him.
“Are you here to give me more warnings?” you ask.
He keeps his gaze locked on you and licks his lips.
“No. I think I was perfectly clear the first-time doll.”
“Is something bothering you, Bucky?”
“Where have you been?”
You would laugh at his nonresponse if your irritation weren’t growing hotter by the second.
“I’ve been busy. You know…work, errands…life.”
“I’ve missed you.”
You’re taken aback by his blunt and unexpected answer and can’t find the words to respond.
“I was afraid you didn’t want to see me again after what I said.”
You think back on his words for only the millionth time since he said them. An involuntary shiver runs down your spine at the memory.
“Did you get me a coffee today?”
His eyes light up in victory before he reaches behind him and hands you a cup, the drink prepared just how you like it.
For the next couple of hours the two of you browse the bookshop, spending the majority of your time in the rare section pouring over the titles in excitement and awe. You ask about his work and how he gathered his collection of rare books. He’s vague but polite with his answers, focusing most of his attention on you.
While you do most of the talking Bucky listens contentedly and intently, his constant regard slowly building and burning a hole through your enthused focus.
After a bit, it’s difficult to concentrate on anything else but him and you start to become more aware of how your body shifts closer to his, shoulders pressed together, heads close and your hand reaching out to graze his bicep.
Finally, the bookshop employees begin to let customers know they are going to close. You reluctantly put your current read back on the shelf and turn to Bucky.
“Guess it’s time to go,” you say quietly.
“I’ll drive you home doll.”
“No, no. That’s ok. I can take the train.”
“I insist,” he answers, stepping into your space and crowding you against the shelf.
“Ok,” you breathe out. “Thanks.”
His eyes drop to your lips and his hands hover at your waist, his fingertips just brushing the fabric of your shirt when the barista comes by and ushers you out.
With a release of breath you skirt past Bucky and grab your bag, heading for the exit.
Wordlessly, he holds the door of his car open for you, allowing you minimal space to edge by him into the passenger seat.
He breaks the silence with the same question floating around in your own head.
“Am I taking to you home or are you coming to my place to see my collection of books.”
“It’s late but…”
“But?”
“I would love to see them.”
“But you’re still thinking about what I said the other day, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.”
When you don’t say anything more or give him your address he drives in the opposite direction of your apartment. You contemplate your sanity the whole ride there but you’re too far gone to even want to tell him to turn around and bring you home.
His brownstone is gorgeous. Everything from the ornate edifice of the building to the classic tile in foyer exudes luxury and when you step inside the actual space you have to cover your mouth to stop any sound from escaping.
“I’m glad you like it doll,” he says from behind you, his chest brushing your back.
His lips meet the shell of your ear in a whisper. “I can give you a tour if you like or I can give you what you really want first.”
You turn to face him, his gravelly tone bringing several other things into focus. His cheeks are lightly flushed and his breathing has roughened. You sway closer and he runs his finger along your arm.
“The books…?” you question weakly.
“They’re not going anywhere,” he assures you as his fingertips trace your jaw.
“You don’t even have my phone number,” you continue. “We haven’t even been on a date yet!”
He starts to walk, pushing you slowly backward until you enter another room. Without taking his eyes off you he flicks a switch on the wall and the space is bathed in a soft glow, illuminating the ceiling high shelves of dark wood that line every wall. Every space is filled with books.
Your eyes wander for mere seconds before he grabs your chin and directs your gaze back to his.
“I think our bookshop encounters can be considered dates, don’t you?” he says softly.
Just before your back hits one of the shelves his large hand cradles your body, gently pressing you into the books. He leans closer, moving his hands to rest on either side of your head.
“Maybe…”
“Do you ever have an answer other than ‘maybe’?” he asks.
Your lips part to speak but he stops you with the brush of his mouth. “Don’t. Say. Maybe.”
Even though your last two meetings were charged with tension, this is the first time he’s really touching you and it sends shock waves through your entire body.
You breathe out a strangled ‘yes’ and arch into him, inviting more of his touch.
His mouth comes down on yours hard and hungry and the initial contact steals your breath. When you slide your hands over his chest and up to his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin, he groans and pushes you against the shelf.
You break contact with his mouth, gasping at the hardness pressing against your stomach.
“I’ve been like this since the moment I saw you,” he growls. “Do you know what that’s been like?”
He doesn’t give you a chance to answer as his mouth moves to your neck and sucks the sensitive spot underneath your ear, causing you to whimper his name.
Your head rolls to the side, begging for more and you let out a sound of frustration when he rocks his hips and keeps his mouth hovering along your skin.
“Is this what you want?” he murmurs with another grind of his hips.
Your fingers slide into his hair, raking through the soft strands as your breath catches on a gasp.
“Answer me, doll,” he demands.
“Yes. Yes Bucky. I want it.”
His hands leave your body and grip the edge of the shelf behind you. He dips his head, trailing kisses upward along your neck until he meets your earlobe, growling low.
“You’re going to spread these pretty legs for me doll and I’m going to bury my face between them.”
His tone warns you not to protest and with a strangled breath you do as you’re told, your head thumping back against the books when he slides his hand down your stomach.
“Eyes on me doll.”
You look down as he slips his hand inside your leggings, slowly peeling them, along with your panties down to your ankles.
He finds your swollen clit and circles it with teasing strokes, giving you one last hard look before his tongue flattens and he tastes you from top to bottom.
You’re already so close and when he pushes a finger inside you your eyes start to glaze over, your hips rocking rhythmically onto his hand and face.
When he pushes a second finger inside you it sends you over the edge, his tongue working you until your legs are shaking and you’re chanting his name.
“Fuck doll. You coming apart for me is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
You start to slump forward, your breathing still ragged and he runs a soft hand along your hip, holding you steady and biting gently into your skin with his fingers.
“I’m going to make you come over and over again,” he whispers as he stands and takes you in his arms, his lips caressing the shell of your ear. “With my fingers, my mouth, my cock.”
“Yes. Please,” you whimper.
He presses closer, his lips teasing along your jaw until your eyes meet. “But first we’re going to have a proper date.”
Your lips part with your objection and you’re ready to beg him for more but he presses a finger to your lips, smiling when you instantly quiet.
“If I get inside you now I’ll never be able to leave and I don’t have enough time tonight to worship you. I have business to deal with.”
Your eyes drop to his mouth and your fingers climb up his chest.
“Ok,” you say, still breathless.
“You’re going to be my date for an auction event I have to attend tomorrow night…and then afterwards we’ll have the rest of the night. And the next morning…all day. You’ll be all mine.”
You nod, unable to find your voice again but squirm against him in desperation, your body still craving more.
“Sweet fucking hell, doll,” he hisses. “Don’t make me rush this.”
He grabs your waist so you stop moving, his eyes wandering over your face before he captures your lips in a kiss.
When he releases your mouth the set of his jaw is rigid and his fingers dig deeper into your skin.
“Tomorrow,” he murmurs. “Be ready by five.”
You stare at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hands over your dress for the tenth time. Before leaving Bucky’s apartment you had exchanged numbers and several more kisses then he walked you to your door, wasting no time reminding you of his promises for tonight.
Your pulse quickens as his words threaten to consume you and you wonder how you’ll ever make it through the next few hours without throwing yourself at him. His touch was like nothing else you’d experienced. Not one of his movements were wasted and his objective was clear. He was going to absolutely ruin you. And you were ready.
The light knock on your door startles you but you check the clock and see he’s right on time.
“You’re punctual,” you say as you open the door.
He looks amazing and have to bite your lip to stop your satisfied moan.
“And you’re fucking stunning,” he says as his eyes rake over every inch of you.
He continues staring and steps inside.
“Do you plan on looking at me like that all night?” you ask.
“Like what?” he replies as he reaches out for you.
“Like you need to devour me.”
“It’s all I want,” he growls, sliding his hand along the curve of your back to bring you closer.
“Do we really need to go to this auction?” you purr against his lips.
His fingers splay against your back and he brushes his nose to yours. “I do doll face, but if you need my hand between your legs first, all you have to do is ask me.”
Before you can form the words for a weak protest, his hand dips between your bodies and starts to lift the hem of your dress.
“Say it doll. I want to hear you say the words."
“Please Bucky,” you gasp. “Give me your fingers. I need your fingers.”
@randomfandompenguin @hiddles-rose @lizette50 @blackwidownat2814 @buckysdollforlife @littleseasiren @goldylions @kmc1989
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x you#mob!bucky#mob!bucky x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes imaginen#mob au#bookshop au#sebastian stan#sebastian stan x reader
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nerdy buck who loves libraries and math is so special to me
Libraries are so peaceful and quiet, and there are thousands of worlds at your fingertips, adventure and beauty and love... All of Gale's wishes in one place. 🩷
#mota#gale cleven#anon#nerdy gale#hs au gale is the nerdiest i love him so much#and ta au gale is doing his interplanetary physics phd#but i would love to see an actual library au#bucky works at the library? the coffee shop across from the library?#or bookshop au i would love that too#ideas to note for the future
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my fic recs masterlist
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Bucky Barnes:
all bucky barnes
headcanon - blurb - one-shot - series
dbf!bucky - brothers bff - bff’s brother
neighbour - housewife reader
lumberjack - firefighter - bodyguard
priest bucky - college
football player - hockey player - boxer
professor - teacher - librarian/bookshop
coffee shop - soulmate - royal
other AUs - taboo
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Stranger Things characters:
all eddie munson - all steve harrington
eddie and steve (x reader)
billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler
dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper
robin buckley - nancy wheeler
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Outer Banks Characters:
all Rafe Cameron
all JJ Maybank
Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)
Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton
John B. - Sarah Cameron
Kiara Carrera
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Marvel characters:
Wanda Maximoff - Kate Bishop
Natasha Romanoff - Yelena Belova
Peter Parker - Pietro Maximoff
Steve Rogers - Stephen Strange
Frank Castle - Matt Murdock
Moon knight - Steven Grant
Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton
Loki Laufeyson - Druig
Eddie Brock - Miles Morales
Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown
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Harry Potter characters:
Sirius Black - Remus Lupin
James Potter - Poly!Marauders
Lily potter - Cedric Diggory
George Weasley - Fred Weasley
Severus Snape - Tom Riddle
Draco Malfoy
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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:
neteyam - aonung - lo’ak
rotxo - kiri - spider
jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey
tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch
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Top Gun chracters:
Fanboy - Hangman - Rooster - Bob
Iceman
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Wednesday characters:
Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus
Wednesday Addams - Divina
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Bridgerton characters:
Anthony Bridgerton - Benedict Bridgerton
Colin Bridgerton
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Criminal Minds characters:
Spencer Reid - Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
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The Last of Us characters:
Joel Miller - Ellie Williams
Abby Anderson
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The Devil All The Time characters:
Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker
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Uncharted characters:
Nate Drake - Sam Drake
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Euphoria characters:
Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco
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On My Block characters:
Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz
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Modern Family characters:
Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy
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Ted Lasso:
Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt
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NHL players:
Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras
Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin
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Actors:
Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn
Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez
Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow
Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey
Jenna Ortega
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Miscellaneous characters:
Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz - Marcus Baker
Rodrick Heffley - Hunter Sylvester
Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson
Nick Fowler - Tangerine
Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’
Colin (Not Okay) - Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)
Ash (No Exit) - James Maguire (Derby Girls)
Jake Peralta - Nick Miller - Brian O’conner
Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal
Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake
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Miscellaneous real people:
Billie Eilish - AEW Hook
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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3
#wintersoldierslover#fic recs#fanfiction#fanfic#bucky barnes x reader#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader x steve harrington#billy hargrove x reader#jason carver x reader#robin buckley x reader#nancy wheeler x reader#rafe cameron x smut#jj mabank x reader#jj maybank x reader x rafe cameron#wanda maximoff x reader#kate bishop x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#yelena belova x reader#peter parker x reader#pietro maximoff x reader#steve rogers x reader#stephen strange x reader#frank castle x reader#matt murdock x reader#moon knight x reader#marc spector x reader#jake lockley x reader#steven grant x reader#joaquin torres x reader
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The best laid plans
AN: It’s so fluffy!!!! This is my first fill for this year’s ‘Into an alternate Juni-verse” and when I got Surgeon AU on my card I knew I had to revisit this pairing from last year's event…You don’t need to read it to understand this fic, but it will give you more context.
A big thanks to @metalbvcky for spitballing and cheerleading
Beta’d by the wonderful @drabbles-mc
Likes are loved, reblogs are golden
Mood board by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics
Bingo Fills -
@stuckybingo G3: Migraines
@steverogersbingo D2: Monica Rambeau
Build a Bucky Bingo by @buckybarnesevents: Feb: Forehead kisses
Into an Alternate Juni-verse by @buckybarnesevents : AU: Surgeon
@caplanbuckybarnes Weekly Writing Challenge Week 1; “Holding you like this is where I’m happiest.”
Master list | Alternate Juni-verse Master list | Stucky Bingo Master List | SRB Master list | BaBB Master List
Summary: With Steve’s hectic work schedule, their relationship was never going to be plain-sailing, but they have an uninterrupted 48 hours coming up. Surely nothing will go wrong?
Relationship: Small Doctor Steve Rogers x Bookstore Owner Bucky Barnes
Word count: 3.8k
CW: Modern AU, Fluff, Insinuation of spicy time, Bucky and Nat friendship, Teasing, descriptions of migraine, caring Bucky, Hurt/Comfort, suggestive and happy ending, implied bottom Bucky.
Steve was well aware of how his life was currently a study in contrasts. On the one hand there was the hustle and bustle and bright lights of the hospital and on the other, the cosy warmth of the bookshop where Bucky worked and Steve spent a lot of his off hours. There was the inherent stress involved in working in the ER, with the requirement he always be ‘switched on’, but then there was the gentle pace that life with Bucky forced him into.
Bucky.
He couldn’t believe how much his life had changed since those two chance encounters nine months ago, one in a bar and the other right here in the ER.
Steve hadn’t been looking for anything, heart still raw from a break-up that had seen him upsticks and relocate from Los Angeles to New York, but something about Bucky had gotten under his guard. After their unexpected reunion in the hospital following a very memorable one-night stand, Steve had known there was no way he could go on without the young bookstore owner in his life.
They were taking it one step at a time though. Steve’s job was obviously full-on, especially so as he’d decided to continue working towards becoming a surgeon, something he’d done most of the work for out in California. Between his ER shifts, and the work for his qualification, both practical and theoretical, they sometimes went days without seeing each other and Steve didn’t want to force Bucky into something he wasn’t able to cope with - there was a reason why a large number of people in the medical field struggled to maintain relationships.
Therefore he maintained his apartment, and Bucky still had his own over his shop. Admittedly that warm, lived-in space, as small and covered in white cat fur as it was, felt more like home to Steve than his larger, pristine loft that still looked like something out of a brochure. Also, Bucky’s place was a lot closer to the hospital than his. It made sense, really, to spend most of his time there. He kept thinking about ‘taking the next step’, but something was stopping him.
Steve let out a sigh. He hadn’t seen Bucky in a full 48 hours now, and there was still another six to go until he could leave.
Today was an observation day, where Steve would be watching his mentor while she performed a heart by-pass and she would ask him questions as she did so. He was excited for it, but even that couldn’t dull the ache within him which he knew would only be soothed by a Bucky-hug ™.
He watched Doctor Rambeau - Monica - scrub up, dexterously turning off the tap with her elbow, and then waited for her to move out of the space so he could do the same. He might not be performing the operation, but he still had to follow all the protocols. He knew what an honour this was, having her as his mentor. She was one of the best in her field, and under her tutelage he knew he would be able to make a difference to so many people. With his own history of health issues, he knew what it was like to have his life saved and was ready to pay it forwards.
“You ready, Doctor Rogers?” He turned to see one perfectly shaped eyebrow rise at him from behind an eye-shield.
“Absolutely. Lead on, Doctor Rambeau.” He knew his smile was hidden behind his mask, but hopefully she would hear it in his voice and see it in the crinkles around his eyes. He suspected not much got past her. The junior doctors were always making remarks about how Doctor Rambeau could see things that other mere mortals couldn’t.
“Soooo,” Nat drawled out and Bucky got ready for another round of being teased. “You’re seeing him tonight?”
“Yes,” replied Bucky. “He’s coming over after his observation shift and then he’s off for the next two days. Don’t expect to see much of me outside of work hours.” He waggled his eyebrows at his best friend and grinned as she rolled her eyes in return.
“Don’t I know it. If it wasn’t for his shifts I doubt I’d see you at all.” Despite her words, Bucky could hear the joking affection in her voice. However, what was the point in being best friends if you didn’t wind each other up at every available opportunity?
“You’re one to talk? How are you and Doctor Wilson going? I know he knows his way around….” Bucky’s dig at Sam’s field of specialisation was cut off by Nat placing her finger over his lips.
“Shush, you. We’re going just fine. Keeping it casual. He’s busy. I’m busy. Who wants to put labels on things?”
Bucky’s lips twitched. “Whatever you say, Natty-Nat-Nat. I believe you, thousands wouldn’t.”
She stuck her tongue out at him and then grabbed another armful of books to reshelve. “So apart from fucking, what have you got planned?”
Bucky shrugged. “Not a lot. Depends on how wiped out he is. Dinner tonight - I’m making lasagne - and a film. Probably far too much wine. Tomorrow? Maybe the Brooklyn Museum, and lunch. I know he wants me to test him on some theory, so I need to limber up my tongue so I can say complicated words I don’t understand.”
“Please don’t tell me how you’re going to limber it up,” Nat said with a snort, and Bucky squashed down the urge to throw a book at her. He knew from his own painful experience what it felt like to have a hardback, or several, bounce off his face. The only upside of that situation had been that he’d seen Steve again and gotten his number, even if it had been mortifying at the time.
“Things are still going well, then?” Nat questioned more softly.
“Absolutely.” Bucky let out a sigh as he thought about his diminutive blond boyfriend. Even before their eyes had met across the bar he’d been intrigued. There had been something in Steve’s movements, the way his fingers had held - near caressed - his beer bottle, that had filled Bucky with want.
That feeling hadn’t waned over the past months, and while he inevitably got frustrated when Steve’s shifts kept them apart, he also had an inkling that the periods of separation were also what had kept them in the ‘honeymoon’ phase so long. It heightened the anticipation, and when they did get to spend time together? Well it was a good thing that Bucky had no neighbours and Steve’s apartment had thick walls.
Bucky had always had voracious… appetites… but had been more than pleasantly surprised when Steve proved that he could, most of the time at least, keep up with him. He also hadn’t thought that such an outwardly respectable doctor could be so kinky, but….
“Earth to Barnes!” Nat snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Stop thinking about Steve’s dick on work time.”
He pouted at her. “Spoilsport. And anyway, it wasn’t his dick I was thinking about, it was his fing–”
Nat threw her hands up over her ears. “LA-LA-LA,” she shouted before walking back towards the front desk and the customers who had just walked through the door. Bucky giggled and continued to restack books while indulging in his daydreams.
Steve slowly pushed the surgical gown down his arms with a sigh and winced at the bright lights in the scrub room. He hadn’t even been doing any of the heavy lifting during that op, but he still felt absolutely wrung out. However, it had been the most wonderful experience, getting to see Monica performing the by-pass so assuredly and asking her questions as she did so. He was also proud of the fact that he’d been able to answer her questions too, although those had been more inquisitorial than plain curious like his. But it was the end of his shift now - more or less on time too, for a change - and he couldn’t wait to get to Bucky’s apartment and relax in the arms of his boyfriend for two whole days.
He washed up and said good-bye to Monica and the rest of the surgical team and headed towards the staff room and the locker containing his street clothes, keys, and wallet - he hadn’t spent this much time in scrubs since medical school. As he made his way along the white walled corridors, the sounds of a hospital at work swirled around him - the beeping of machines, pained cries of the young and old, the urgent, hushed conversations of other medical professionals, the weeping of family members and loved ones. He liked to think that he was partially immune to these noises - they were the soundtrack to his daily life after all, but for some reason, they felt rawer than usual, scraping across his bones like nails down a chalkboard, and Steve couldn’t hold back an involuntary shudder. The fluorescent lights in the ceiling appeared to be taunting him too, their beams piercing his eyeballs and the almost inaudible humming making his teeth itch.
“Bucky,” he muttered to himself. “I just need to get home to Bucky, then I’ll feel better.”
When Steve finally made his way outside the sky was dark, but the streets were lit up with street lamps and car headlights. Each shaft of light felt like a needle sliding into his brain via his temples and he took a deep breath in through his nose to stave off a wave of dizziness.
There was a light drizzle in the air, making it blessedly cool, and despite the damp Steve decided to walk to Bucky’s apartment instead of schlepping it on the much dryer, but ultimately more cramped and warm, subway. It took him longer than anticipated though, his shoes feeling like lead weights upon his feet, getting heavier and heavier with every step.
Finally, he reached the bookstore, the interior shrouded in darkness, but with lights shining from the windows above. Steve walked, half staggered, down the alley at the side and let himself in through the door that would lead him up the stairs and to Bucky. He was glad that Bucky had given him a key a few months back, otherwise he would have had to wait in the rain while Bucky came downstairs to let him in. That had happened enough times at the beginning that Steve was now very much over that part of their relationship. Having keys felt good. What didn’t feel good though were his sodden socks, or his throbbing eyeballs.
He trudged up the stairs, each step harder than the last, until he reached the top and all but fell through the interior door. Bucky must have heard him because Steve’s name was called out joyfully, a sound that normally made his heart leap in his chest, but in this moment, all he could do was let out a pained whimper as Bucky’s voice cut through his brain like a chainsaw.
He heard Bucky’s footsteps get closer and he squinted against the brightness of the room.
“Hey, Stevie!”
Bucky pulled him into a rough hug, squishing Steve’s face against the ubiquitous black t-shirt he always seemed to wear on days he was working. The smell of Bucky’s cologne, normally one of his favourite scents, assailed his nose, combining with the smell of garlic that permeated the apartment and Steve felt his stomach roll.
“Buck… please,” he slurred as he uncharacteristically pushed himself away from his boyfriend’s embrace. Everything around him just felt like too much and he felt himself tip backwards against the wall.
“Oh, Steve. You don’t look too hot.” Bucky’s voice was full of concern, and Steve was sure that if he could manage to focus properly, he’d be able to see Bucky’s dark brows pulled together in a frown.
“Jeez, thanks,” he managed to push out with a small upturn to his lips. “Just what I wanted to hear after not seeing you for two days.” He closed his eyes, intending to do so for just a moment, and felt the ringing pain in his head lessen minutely.
Bucky’s body brushed against him as his holdall was taken from him by gentle hands and his coat was slipped from his shoulders.
“Is it a migraine?” Bucky had modulated his voice to a whisper and Steve decided that he hadn’t ever been so glad for anything in his life.
Eyes still closed, he nodded and let out a noise of confirmation from his lips. “Mmm-hmm.”
“Okay. Let’s get you to bed then. I’m prescribing Advil, earplugs, an eye-mask and an early night.”
Steve snorted and instantly regretted it. “I thought I was the doctor here?” he quipped, his voice low and gravelly.
“You are,” Bucky replied, his lips brushing Steve’s temple. “But I’m the boyfriend, so what I say, goes.”
“Is that so?” Steve queried, a note of amusement in his voice.
“Very much so,” Bucky confirmed. “Now you keep your eyes closed if you want, I’ll guide you.”
Steve rolled his eyes, but still kept his lids closed. He had a feeling it was the only reason he wasn’t throwing up right now.
“Such a mother hen,” he chastised without any real bite and allowed Bucky to steer him, arms looped together, through the small apartment. A soft bump against his ankle let him know that Alpine was now part of the proceedings.
“It’s why you love me. Right, you just sit down here…” Steve felt his shoulders clasped by Bucky’s hands and he sat down, completely trusting that he wouldn’t fall on his ass. “Can you manage to get undressed while I go find the pills?”
Steve cracked one eye open. “Sure. I love you, you know that?” Bucky shot him a soft smile, pressed another kiss to his forehead and then went through to the small bathroom, rattling around inside the cupboards.
Steve kicked off his shoes, glad he had on loafers that came off easily, and struggled out of his shirt. It felt like an octopus trying to envelope and suffocate him. He flopped down onto the mattress and squeezed his eyes shut again, feeling the bile begin to rise in his throat. Not only did this suck, big time, but he also felt so guilty, a feeling he vocalised when he felt the bed dip on Bucky’s return.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I know that this wasn’t what we had planned. What were you making for dinner?” He felt Bucky’s hands on the waistband of his slacks, deftly pulling them from his body in the most un-lust-filled, and therefore strangest, way possible.
“Lasagne, but it will keep until tomorrow. And you don’t need to apologise. These things happen and you have been working really hard. I’m actually surprised you didn’t have one of these sooner.”
Steve shuffled under the coverlet, letting out a sigh at the coolness of the sheets against his skin. Bucky pressed two tablets into his hand, and he propped himself upon his other elbow so he could pop them in his mouth, swallowing them down with a drink from the glass of water Bucky proffered him.
“I’ll make it up to you, Buck. I promise.”
“I know you will, you lug. But for now here’s the eye mask.” Soft satin was placed over his head, settling over his eyes and helping to black out the last of the light making it through his eyelids. “And here are the ear plugs.” Bucky dropped them into Steve’s palm and curled his fingers shut over them. “Now don’t worry about me,” he placated. “I have a whole garlic bread and a salad to make my way through, plus a date at Stars Hollow with Lorelai. I’ll be fine. We’ll pick this up tomorrow if you’re feeling better, and if you’re not I’ll just pump you full of drugs until you are.”
Steve smiled into the darkness. “You know that’s not how that works?”
Bucky placed his finger over Steve’s lips. “Ssh, sexy Doctor Boyfriend has spoken. Sleep now.” He moved his finger and replaced it with his lips, kissing Steve softly.
“Sir, yes Sir,” Steve replied, bringing his hand up in salute.
“Punk. Sleep well. I’ll come cuddle you later.”
“I will, jerk. And thank you.”
He heard Bucky mumble under his breath and then pad across the room before he pushed the earplugs into his ears, cocooning himself in silence to go along with the darkness, and snuggled down into the sheets to pass out.
Bucky closed the bedroom door with a soft ‘click’ and padded back through to the living room, trying to quell the disappointment. It wasn’t Steve’s fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault. Migraines happened, and he hadn’t been lying when he’d said it was a surprise that Steve hadn’t had one already - he really had been pushing himself to the limit. But, Bucky supposed, that was one of the things that made him love Steve. His tenaciousness, bordering on stubbornness, was endearing, and was probably one of the main reasons they were still together. He wasn’t going to lie - those early days had been tough, but Steve had found every spare moment he could and made it available to Bucky, whether that was hanging out at the bookshop during the day in the middle of a split shift, or rolling into the apartment just to curl up beside him in bed for the eight hours between the end of a late shift and the start of an early one. There were the surprise DoorDash deliveries when a shift had run over and dinner plans had had to be cancelled and Steve knew Bucky wouldn’t have anything in. There were the long nights of loving and the frantic, heated quickies and everything in between. And he couldn’t be prouder of what Steve was achieving right now. Once he’d passed his surgeon’s qualification things should get better for them - less double shifts, although probably more that would run over. Swings and roundabouts he supposed.
Crossing to the small kitchenette, Bucky pulled out the lasagne, watching the cheese and white sauce bubble on the top as he placed it on a trivet to cool. He was glad he’d cooked something that wouldn’t spoil from not being eaten right now. He then picked up the bowl of salad, and the garlic bread that had been keeping warm in the toaster oven, and meandered over to the couch. As he ate and watched the residents of Star Hollow navigate complex family relationships, Bucky realised that even though he was in this room and Steve was asleep in the bedroom, he didn’t feel alone. He could feel Steve’s presence in his home and it just felt so right.
A couple of hours later he snuck quietly into the bedroom, the only sound the soft snores emanating from Steve’s mouth. He brushed his teeth in the bathroom, careful to only turn the light on after he’d entered and turn it off before he exited, and then tip-toed over to the bed with only the light from the street outside to illuminate his way. He slipped in behind Steve and gently tugged him into a hug. Steve mumbled in his sleep, but didn’t wake.
Bucky reached up to lightly stroke over the top of Steve’s head and pressed a kiss to his bony shoulder blade.
“I love you, Stevie,” he whispered. “Holding you like this is where I’m happiest.”
Maybe tomorrow would be the day he took a leap of faith and asked Steve to move in with him?
When Steve woke he felt entirely disorientated. It took him a moment to remember what had happened the night before, and when he pulled out the earplugs and lifted the eye-mask he was happy to note that the stabbing pain in his head had reduced to a dull throb. He blinked a few times to get the sleep from his eyes and then focused on the clock next to the bed.
12:37pm
He’d been asleep for almost eighteen hours!
The bed beside him was cold, indicating that even his slug-abed boyfriend had gotten bored with sleeping at some point and decided to get up. He had vague recollections of being pulled against Bucky’s front in the night, but that was it. He frowned to himself - he’d gone far too long without consciously touching him, something that he needed to rectify immediately.
He pushed himself upright, and took a long drink from the water glass next to the clock. He still remembered the first time he’d woken up in this bed, in the middle of the night and getting ready to make a hasty exit after an alcohol fueled hook-up. Now he didn’t think there was anywhere he’d rather be than right here.
From the end of the bed, Alpine lifted her head and narrowly opened her eyes, obviously not happy to be disturbed from her slumber. Steve reached out and scratched her under her chin in apology.
When he stood, it was on slightly wobbly legs, and he took a moment to grab a pair of sweats from Bucky’s drawer, taking care to pull the drawstring tight and roll the waistband over. Steve then walked quietly through to the living room, stopping to lean on the back of the sofa as he watched an oblivious Bucky, also only in sweats, singing along to the radio, a spatula in hand acting like a microphone, as he made a grilled cheese sandwich. It was the cutest thing Steve thought he’d ever seen and it just made him want Bucky more.
Steve padded closer, and when he reached out to touch Bucky’s shoulder, Bucky jumped with a shriek.
“Jeez, Steve. You scared me.”
Steve grinned at him and looped his arms around Bucky’s waist, drawing him closer and nuzzling at his neck.
“I’m sorry, baby. Maybe I can make it up to you?”
Bucky let out an amused chuckle. “So you owe me twice, that’s what I’m hearing. You feeling better then?”
Steve fastened his mouth to Bucky’s throat and gave it a suck, creating a dark pink patch on Bucky’s already flushed skin. “Absolutely. Although I can think of something else that will make me feel even better.”
“I bet you can,” replied Bucky with another giggle. “Do I have enough time to eat my grilled cheese, or…” he trailed off as Steve pushed his hand under Bucky’s waistband. “Oh! L-let me just turn this off…” Steve smiled into Bucky’s skin as he leant across to turn the stove dial and move his pan onto a cold ring. “Okay - you were saying?”
God, how Steve loved this man. The hand he had down Bucky’s sweats and shorts moved - encompassed - and Steve watched as Bucky’s eyelids fluttered, his dark lashes fanning his cheeks, and how his mouth dropped open into an “O” shape. First he was going to do what he hadn’t been able to last night and then he was definitely going to ask Bucky if they could move in together.
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Modern No-Powers AU where Bucky runs this bookshop with his shop cat Alpine and Steve is a customer
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If you're okay with it, maybe a drabble of what will happen if reader actually successfully escaped?? I know it's impossible but just a what if ykyk and maybe they meet again in a few years 👀👀
destiny rules
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pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)
warnings: reader discretion is advised. i don’t know how to properly articulate the warnings i want to convey but please read the notes before reading this. no actual smut just a lot of feelings. as always - 18+ only.
words: 3.4k
notes: no doubt, if he had come back and she was gone, bucky would have gone after her, and probably found her, right away lol so this would definitely not have happened but if by some crazy, random miracle she got away and he didn’t physically follow her….i guess this would be what would’ve happened. maybe?
Before you read further, I just feel the need to explain this because I have a feeling this is definitely not what was expected for this prompt. First and foremost, this is complete fantasy and is by no means meant to be representative of any real life relationship dynamics. It’s really more supernatural in terms of soulmates. As opposed to our everyday life, this alternate universe doesn’t offer you a real choice. When you find your soulmate in this universe, that’s it. You’re done. It’s like the strongest magnet ever has finally stuck to where it belongs and it simply doesn’t want to move. Or like a rubber band. You can pull it in opposite directions, but the tension in the band only grows, wanting to return to where it belongs. And when it finally can’t stretch any further, it comes snapping back with great force and speed. So though I know you’d think this should probably be a lot more angsty, I really thought I’d take it there, too, it just didn’t feel right, I guess. I thought I’d write about her getting away and living her best life completely happy and feeling free and then Bucky finds her someday a few years down the line and some stuff would go down, I don’t know… but when I really thought about it, I realized this connection, the tie between, it simply wouldn’t let her be completely happy and free without him. It’d be tearing both of them up everyday they were apart. It hurts them because it wants them to be together. It’s not a choice. So what I’ve written feels a lot more true to their connection given their circumstances. This is just how I think it would have played out. This is definitely different lol. But I hope you guys can kind of see where I’m coming from with it and hopefully you’ll not hate it too much. But, don’t feel the need to read this at all, either. Also, I’m very much open to discussion about how you think it could have gone given your individual perspectives on the series - I actually think it’d be really interesting to read your guys’ ideas. If anyone has any, please send them in, I’d love to read them and chat about different possibilities. :)
You first thought you saw him in the back of the aisle at the bookshop you were working at. You stopped in your tracks before turning and slowly backtracking. You needed to try to see who it was, you almost abandoned your cart of books that needed shelving to walk up to the figure. Every bone in your body telling you it was him. Before you could, your manager pulled you out of your trance, calling you to the front, asking you to grab a copy of Hamlet on your way. When you went back to your cart, whoever it was that had been in the aisle was gone. The ringing of the bell on the front door as someone’s departure was signaled chilled you more than you expected.
It had been a little over a year and you could have sworn he would have come to you by now. Maybe the distance didn’t affect him as much, or he didn’t care as much as he made it seem. Or maybe he hated you for leaving and didn’t ever want to see you again. Still, you looked for him everywhere.
It was only a few days later you found yourself walking down the flowery aisle, a simple bouquet in hand, wearing the prettiest dress you could afford with your family’s budget. If there was one thing you were grateful for, it was coming back home in time to help your sister plan her wedding, better yet, to be able to be in her wedding. Not just a bridesmaid, but the maid of honor. Taking your spot to the left, you watched her flower girl toss out the silky petals of roses before your mother walked your sister down the aisle. She was beaming and the love you felt radiating off of her was immeasurable.
The ceremony was beautiful but as your sister and her now husband shared their binding kiss, you were distracted by a glint of shining metal catching your eye at the back of the church. Your eyes searched the pews, inexplicably expecting to find him, but you had no such luck. The guests erupting in cheers and applause, shooting up out of their seats as the happy couple strolled down the aisle to their awaiting car, had your vision blurred. You lost whatever had caught your eye. A trick of the mind, you told yourself. That’s all it was.
Deep down, though, you felt differently.
Ignoring the voice in the back of your mind telling you that you knew exactly what that was, you left the church and drove to the reception taking place in a barn on the outskirts of town. Everything was set and ready for their arrival and once you were sure you were in the clear from any unforeseen problems arising, you had time to reflect and take a breath. You were happy for her, for them. But a nagging, the constant nagging that seemed to never let up, pulled your thoughts back to him. Back to Bucky. You couldn’t believe it at first, the first couple of months after you left town that night. The hurt and pain that refused to let up. The ache that told you to go back, told you to crawl back to him if you had to, it was insane. It got easier to hide, to push down, but it never went away. You weren’t exaggerating when you said you thought of him every day. Every single day. The truth was clear, no matter how much you hid or tried to deny it. You missed him. You loved him. Despite yourself, you wanted him. And so the beautiful wedding you were lucky enough to be a part of was overshadowed by your longing for your own love. Your soulmate.
You really thought maybe you were just starting to lose your mind. Seeing him everywhere, feeling him everywhere, the heavy weight of his intense stare on you that you could never meet, the shadows lurking and taunting you when you turned around to find nothing and no one.
You had huffed and scolded yourself for forgetting your bouquet back at the church as you drove over to the barn. You even searched your car when you first got there to make sure you hadn’t just put it somewhere else. It was nowhere to be found. But now, as you approached your car, waving to the guests as they arrived, you saw the bouquet sitting in your passenger seat. You looked around, scanning the area trying to find him yet again, but he still wasn’t there.
You licked your lip, swallowed hard and opened your car door. Nothing else was moved, just the flowers that now appeared on the previously empty seat. You’d wait here, you figured. They didn’t need you inside and your sister would be arriving soon. You closed the door and instead leaned on your car, taking advantage of the little shade it provided. The air was nice, the breeze flowing over your heated skin. The summer weather was never your favorite, but you couldn’t deny the beauty of a cool summer evening. The sun would be setting soon, the sky starting to turn colors. Again, your mind wandered back to him. Where would you be right now had you not left town all those months ago.
With him, you were sure. You might not have a clear idea of where or what you’d be doing, but without a doubt you knew you’d be with him.
Twenty minutes passed and the sound of honking alerted you and the rest of the guests that the newlyweds were approaching. Cheering commenced as they got out of their ride and greeted everyone. You were surrounded by people, friends and family, and yet there was an ache in your heart reminding you that you were alone.
As you stood in front of the mic giving your toast, a smile gracing your face, your mind was elsewhere. You were making yourself sick and you needed to say your goodbyes and goodnights and get back home. You didn’t need to be here bringing the energy down. Everyone was so happy, they deserved to have a nice night. You, well, you just needed sleep.
Dinner began being served and so you gave your sister and new brother in law a hug and wished them safe travels and a happy honeymoon. You found your mom chatting away to some people you vaguely remember meeting once or twice in your life and told her you were heading home.
It was quiet out, everyone partying inside at the reception. The air was calm and as you walked to your car, you admired the sunsetting lower in the horizon and the twinkling of stars just beginning to shine. You took a breath, walking to your trunk to rest on the back of your car, trying to clear your mind now that you had some peace, not yet ready to drive.
“You look beautiful.”
The voice cut through the quiet and froze you for a moment. You’d know it anywhere, smooth and charming as ever, a bit of edge betraying his apparent ease. You almost convinced yourself you were imagining it. But when you turned your head to the right, you found you weren’t.
You were silent, you didn’t know what to say or if you could speak at all, when his brilliant blue eyes met yours. He stood across from you, wearing a suit, which only stunned you further. He had been inside the whole time? You thought you were losing your mind, feeling him around you when he wasn’t anywhere near, but in fact, he had been there the entire night. And so it was him at the church, too. And the bookstore. It had to be, of course it was.
“I haven’t had to wear a suit in a really long time, but I think I clean up pretty nice, don’t you?” he asked as he got closer to you, though you didn’t move an inch. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
You felt a tear slip but you didn’t register you were crying until he gently brushed the tears from your puffy cheeks. You sucked in a sobering breath as he touched you, close enough to wrap your arms around him. Your body moved before your mind did, grabbing him as if he’d disappear at a moment’s notice as you released a shuddering sigh, feeling his body against yours.
“Bucky,” you breathed into his chest, still slightly disbelieving he was actually in front of you.
“Honestly,” he chuckled, “this isn’t the reception I was anticipating, but I definitely prefer it to the idea I had in my head of how you were gonna react.” He returned your hug and squeezed you tighter.
“You’re here.”
“For you,” he stated. “I’m here for you.” He pulled away slightly to look down at you, his hand tilting your chin up to face him. “I gave you space and I gave you time. But I’m not letting you go again. I’m not leaving here without you.”
Your hand found the back of his head, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck before you pulled him further down to meet you in a kiss. In an instant, you felt every emotion you had thought died before. The feelings you had searched for in others but never found. No one could make you feel the way he did. The simple kiss brought back that same spark and desperate need that it always had before. Along with a sense of comfort that you hadn’t known since the last time Bucky held you in his arms. It had only been a year but it felt like a lifetime without him.
“I’m not running anywhere,” you whispered against his lips.
Bucky had thought he’d be angry, and he definitely thought you would be, too. When he found you in the bookshop that day, he was sure he’d feel your anxiety and fear at the thought of his presence, but instead he felt only longing and sadness.
When he had returned to your house that night you left, and found you gone, he thought the part of him that was finally opening back up to love was shutting down all over again. He was angry and scared and hurt. He knew he deserved it, but he refused to accept it. The only thought in his mind was of getting you back. After massive talking down from Steve and Sam, he decided to listen to you. You said you needed space. You needed time. He could give that to you. But he’d be damned if it was gonna be forever. He continued keeping tabs on you through socials. You kept relatively silent on yours, but your sister and mom did not. He knew when you arrived there and was so grateful for your sister’s constant updates on her upcoming nuptials, all involving you. A year was enough, right? That would be long enough for you? He hoped it would, because he wouldn’t wait any longer. He couldn’t.
Luckily, it obviously was. Though he was prepared for the worst, he was relieved that you seemed to actually be fairing just about as well as he was alone. The pain of being apart from your soulmate once you met never went away. A stark reminder that fated partners simply just belong with each other - no matter what may come or what has passed.
“I think I missed you,” you whispered.
“Yeah?” he laughed in near disbelief, “That’s good. Cause I missed you, too.”
You nodded against him, biting your lip to keep yourself from crying more, nuzzling into his solid chest. You felt like you had near zero control over your emotions, they were all spilling out onto him. You couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop yourself. You had to say it.
“Bucky,” you paused, almost wanting to keep it to yourself - as if it was still your own little secret, though you knew well enough it could never be a secret from him. “I love you,” you breathed.
He pulled your face up from his chest, lowering his head to kiss you once more. Soft but growing stronger the longer he held you, as if he was losing restraint before he forced himself to pull away. “I love you, too.”
“My ma always said ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder’. Guess she was right,” he said sporting that boyish grin he wore so effortlessly around you.
“A whole year,” you murmured. “Aren’t you angry?”
He shook his head and moved you so you were both leaning against your trunk, side by side now as you rested your backs against the car.
“You needed time. And space, right? You told me that repeatedly and I refused to listen. I can’t be angry at you for doing what you needed to do after everything that happened. Everything I did. Especially if this is the turn out. You seem better for it.”
“Your understanding is a little unnerving,” you confessed, staring at the dust beneath your feet. You would honestly feel a little better if he just..you didn’t know. Yelled at you? Showed even just an ounce of anger.
“A year can change a person. And it’s not like I had no idea where you were or what you were doing. I kept an eye on you. Helped me keep my head. My restraint.”
“I hate that that kind of makes me feel better,” you murmured as you unconsciously leaned against him.
He laughed in response as he put an arm around you..
“So. You think you’ve changed?” you asked. He looked up as if considering himself before he nodded, returning his gaze to you.
“Yeah, I think I have,” he replied.
“I think I have, too. It was a long year, you know. I thought a lot. Processed a lot. Accepted some things I was trying hard to deny... Some things you just can’t change, right?” you gulped.
“Whether it be moments passed, or.. Destiny,” you breathed, shaking your head slightly. “So why keep dwelling on them - making yourself suffer. I’ve never really been big on forgiveness… but I realized that I- I want to forgive you. Because I don’t want to hurt any more, and I don’t want to keep hurting you. I just- can we move past it? All the pain we caused each other? Or is that crazy? Does that seem crazy? Don’t you think people would think I’m crazy?” you rambled as you began to move away from him.
“You’re not crazy,” he grabbed your hand as you tried to push off the car, getting further away from him. You were still in a flurry of emotions, though you stopped your movement when he took your hand.
“I mean do you think we could really be okay?” you asked, voice weak as you looked down to your hand in his.
“Of course I do,” he reassured you as he pulled you closer, you now standing in front of him. “We’re literally meant for each other, sweetheart, we’re soulmates. We can move past all of this, no problem. You don’t have to worry about anything. I promise.”
“Okay,” you breathed, deciding to just trust him. You really didn’t know if you could manage even just another week without him now that he was back beside you.You didn’t want him to go anywhere.
“I really fucking missed you,” he whispered against your temple as he hugged you tightly once again. “And you really do look beautiful,” he added, causing you to smile softly as you pulled away from him, only holding each other’s hands now.
“Thank you. You look really good in a suit, ya know,” you responded, earning a smirk for him in return.
“Were you really wanting to leave so early?”
You thought for a moment before responding. Did you really want to go? You weren’t sure. But you definitely weren’t ready for Bucky to meet your mom or sister tonight.
“Uhm, yeah.. I did,” you nodded. “Hey, how did you get out here, anyway?”
“I can be pretty charming,” he shrugged, you hummed in response as you looked him up and down again, really absorbing the fact he was here in front of you.
“Wanna give me a ride back to my hotel?”
You blinked, looking back up to his face, his blue eyes meeting yours. You nodded gently.
“Sure,” you agreed.
The next week flew by in a blur. You spent nearly every moment with Bucky you could. Every now and again, you’d wish this could have been how things went before, but you were quick to remind yourself to leave it in the past. You’ve grieved the loss of what could have been, you gave yourself time to heal, you gave yourself permission to let go. It would only do more harm than good to let it sit in your mind. This, right here, right now with Bucky, it was good. You were happy and you felt more whole than you had before. You were making a new beginning and making up for what you thought you had lost. You wanted to be happy and so you made the choice to be.
You didn’t want to be without him anymore. That weekend you packed your things and said ‘see you later’ to your mom, who was more than happy to see you getting back to yourself. You never told her what happened. You didn’t tell anyone anything. All she knew - what you had told her - was that you were simply having a hard time. Times were tough, she understood and didn’t push you for any other reasons as to your sudden arrival. And just like when you showed up, she didn’t push for any other reasons as to your sudden departure. She simply made sure you knew that she would always be there if you needed anything. You told her you were ready to get back to living on your own and you thanked her for letting you stay with her as long as she did. You were grateful your sister was still gone on her honeymoon or you knew she’d refuse to let you leave without asking ten thousand questions.
You drove back to your old town on your own, having told Bucky you’d meet him at the address he gave you. You’d agreed you’d stay with him, just until you found a new place of your own. Though you were sure he had plans to keep you living with him no matter what, you decided you’d cross that bridge when you came to it. You weren’t even sure you’d want to find a new place once you got settled, anyway. Even just being away from him now was making you feel ancy.
The anxiety would lessen over time, you were sure. Rationally you knew you were fine and you’d see him soon. And even if you didn’t, it wasn’t like you were dying. It may have felt like it, but you weren’t. Though your heart, your stupid, stupid heart, felt differently. It was like your heart and soul were terrified he’d be away for too long again. They sent every signal they could, invaded nearly every thought with needless worry.
Six long hours later found you pulling up to Bucky’s place. You didn’t bother with your boxes as Bucky was waiting for you when you got there, showing you inside and around the expansive house. Though it didn’t take long for you to end up in his bed, completely wrapped up in one another. Making up for lost time in more ways than one. You were worn out by the end of the night as you laid with him, sore and sticky, reveling in his sweet words as you were enveloped by his warmth.
“‘M never letting you go again, pretty girl. Never,” he swore to you as he held you close, lips brushing against your skin.
“You won’t have to,” you murmured softly, nuzzling into him, your fingers playing in his hair. His fingers gently tilting your chin up to meet his eyes, his thumb brushing your cheek, admiring you as he did.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he breathed before placing another kiss on your lips.
So much had changed in a year, for worse or for better, who was to say. But either way, it just all felt right. You were letting yourself be truly happy here with Bucky. You had no clue what the future held, but you knew no matter what, you’d be okay.
You really weren’t sure what was next, but you knew you’d have him. Like you were meant to. It was you and Bucky. No matter what. Just how destiny planned it.
#pwyc series#dark!bucky x reader#dark!bucky x curvy!reader#dark!biker bucky#soft!dark bucky x reader#soft!dark bucky x curvy!reader#dark bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x curvy!reader#bucky x reader#dark!bucky barnes x reader#soft!dark bucky barnes x reader#dark bucky x reader#soft dark bucky x reader#dark!bucky barnes#dark!bucky#soft!dark bucky#soft!dark bucky barnes#grey!bucky
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Omg omg omg hi I’ve read your fics omg I can’t believe you’re writing again!!!
If it’s not too much, could I request a sick and sneezy Bucky and any Steve of your choosing??
Thank you so much for the prompt!! It's definitely not too much to ask (and if you ever have any more ideas for Bucky I am happy to take them! I don't give Bucky nearly enough love, which is honestly a travesty) <3 <3 <3
Bookshop/Cafe AU where Bucky works in the bookshop part of the store and (post-serum) Steve works in the cafe part, and they’re cute boyfriends.
Steve was supposed to be off today, but he had all but jumped at the opportunity to cover for a coworker for no reason other than wanting to keep an eye on Bucky. They don’t work immediately together, but Steve works at the coffee shop within the bookstore that Bucky works at, which was how they met in the first place.
Anyways, he knows how it sounds, picking up a shift solely so he can make sure Bucky is okay, but hear him out. He promises it’s not for anything nefarious.
Bucky has been coming down with what’s shaping up to be an awful cold for the last day and a half or so. He’s still in that annoying phase of illness, where his body can’t quite figure out what it wants to do and is freaking out. He’s feeling way more rough than he usually does at this point of a cold, but he doesn’t really have many specific symptoms.
His head is throbbing, and his throat feels really scratchy and raw (and it sounds like it, too), but other than that he’s just dragging. He wants nothing more than to crawl back into bed and sleep for a year.
Steve had tried talking him into calling out since he’s not feeling well, but Bucky is nothing if not stubborn. He doesn’t want to take time off for this. It would feel ridiculous calling out for feeling vaguely unwell and not actively sick.
So, Steve feels like it’s his duty to keep an eye on things. And honestly, picking up a shift to make sure everything is okay is far less weird than browsing the aisles of the bookstore for hours until his shift finishes.
*
Bucky can feel Steve’s eyes on him. He does his best to ignore it, but can’t stop himself from glancing over in his direction. They make eye contact and Steve’s eyes widen slightly, and then his head immediately drops down. He goes back to wiping down the counter by the register.
Bucky rolls his eyes and shakes his head, laughing lightly. What a ridiculous man.
He turns his attention back to stocking the shelves. His boss had taken pity on him and wasn’t making him work in any customer-facing role (unless absolutely necessary) when she heard how gravelly and rough Bucky’s voice was when he got to work that morning. If they were less busy, his boss probably would have sent him home. She’s not in the business of torturing her employees. However, she’d already had three callouts, and she really does need Bucky there.
She promises that Bucky can have all the time off he needs soon, though.
Bucky clears his throat with a grimace. He really does need to track his boss down and see if he can go grab some tea at some point. That might help.
As if she can sense his question, he spots her walking over to him from across the room.
“How’re you holding up?” She asks with a frown. “I’m sorry you have to be here.”
He waves her off, “it’s fine, promise.” He winces when he hears his own voice. It’s shot to hell, and he knows he’s close to losing it.
“Do you need anything?”
He nods his head towards the coffee shop, “would you mind if I go grab some tea? I’ll be quick.”
“Not at all. Why don’t you go ahead and take your fifteen now.”
He furrows his brows, “but I already took that earlier.”
“Oh, did you? I don’t remember,” she says, shooting him a look. “It’s fine, James. Go take another.”
He looks around the store, there are people everywhere. A line is forming at the front of the store, and he can’t help the pang of guilt in his chest. “Peggy, we’re so busy.”
“I know,” she says, “but I just feel bad I’m keeping you here when you’re not feeling well and you being here at all is helpful. Go get some tea, sit down, come back in fifteen.”
“Okay, okay, fine,” he relents, but it’s more so he doesn’t have to keep talking.
He puts the last book back on the shelf and heads over to the coffee shop.
“Steve,” he croaks when he reaches the register.
Steve winces, “God, you sound bad, honey.”
“I sound worse than I feel. Peggy told me to take another fifteen.”
“I would have sent you home,” Steve grumbles, casting an annoyed glance in the bookstore’s general direction.
Bucky rolls his eyes, “stop. You know she can’t, and you know you’d still be here if it were you.”
“Fair enough,” he sighs, shifting his focus back to fussing over his boyfriend. “How do you feel other than your throat?”
He scratches at his nose, making a face at the prickle in his sinuses. “Eh…not great. Not awful. Hih…hih’tschiew! Snff! Snff! Sorry. Somewhere in the middle. I’m just so fucking tired. Could I get some tea? I don’t care what kind, surprise me.”
“Language,” Steve teases. He hands Bucky a napkin and then grabs a hot cup from the stack next to him. “Bless you. Want something with caffeine, then?”
Bucky turns away to blow his nose, and then he rubs at his chest with a sigh, “dunno…heart’s kind of racing. I’m not sure caffeine would be the best idea.”
Steve frowns. Bucky’s heart always races when he’s not feeling well, and even though he knows this is normal for him, he can’t help but worry.
“Go sit down, I’ll bring you something.”
*
Bucky makes it exactly two and a half more days before he has to admit defeat and whatever plague he’s caught decides it’s time to kick his ass.
Peggy sends him home after his lunch break. She tells him not to worry and to take as much time off as he needs.
He’s currently curled up in the blanket den on the couch that Steve insisted on building him, sniffling miserably into a tissue. This cold from hell has decided to take up residence in his head, and he’s less than thrilled.
His head is throbbing with an intensity he hasn’t felt in a while. It’s in his skull, and sinuses, and his head feels like it’s packed with cement. He’s been sneezing pretty much nonstop since he woke up, which is definitely not helping with how hazy he’s feeling. The only bonus of feeling this bad is that he doesn’t feel as disgusting as he probably should. His throat is killing him too, it feels like someone’s shoved a white-hot branding iron down it, and his voice is nearly gone at this point.
“hhh…hihh’isschh! isshh! Isschhh! Snff! Guh…this is so anndoyi’gg,” he sniffles, scrubbing at his nose with the tissue before blowing his nose into it. He balls it up and adds it to the growing pile next to him. He plucks another from the box, sniffling into it as his sinuses itched and burned again. “How is ihhh….it t-twendty twendty th-three a-and-heh…hhih’schhieww! Snff! Snff! And we h-havend’t combe up wihh…with a cure for the c-commbond cold yet-ihtschiew! Snff! Snff!”
“Bless you, sweetheart,” Steve frowns, rubbing his back. “Man, this cold is really kicking your ass, huh?”
Bucky groans, sniffling again. His breath catches, and then he’s coughing miserably into the blankets. A shiver runs down his spine, and he’s hit with a really woozy, disorienting feeling. He looks up at Steve with the biggest, most tragic eyes possible.
“Do I feel warmb? I thi’ggk I have a fever. Hih…hih’ihtschiew! Eh’tschuh! Snff! Snff! Hih-hih…Hih! Hih’ITSHHOO! Snff!” He blows his nose again, giving a couple more stuffy coughs before slumping back into the couch.
“Bless you. That last one sounded like it hurt,” Steve murmurs, pressing his fingers against Bucky’s cheek and stroking it. He grimaces, “ah...yeah, I think you’re right. You’re hot.”
Bucky blinks heavily, and then gives him a strange look, “Stevend, this is a weird timbe for a combplimbendt…you’re…hot…too?”
Steve smothers a laugh, “fever, honey. You have a fever.”
Bucky is quiet for a few moments while he processes what Steve just said. Then, he groans and buries his face in the blankets. “Oh mby god I’mb and idiot.”
“You aren’t an idiot…but…that does make me want to get a reading on your temp.”
“Hih’ihtschiew!”
“Bless-”
“Nng’xxcht!”
“-You. Don’t stifle, you’ll give yourself a headache.”
“I already have a headache,” Bucky grumbles, breath hitching again. “Ih’tschieww! Tsch! Iht’schieww!”
Steve kisses his cheek, leaving Bucky to go find him something for the congestion, as well as the thermometer.
“I’m going to make you more tea while I’m up,” Steve calls over his shoulder.
“Okay,” Bucky sniffles, groaning in annoyance when the sneezing just doesn’t let up. “hihh’itsschh! itsshh! Itsschhh! hhih’tschhieww! Ihtschiew! Snff! Snff!” He’s lightheaded at the end of it, head swimming as he tries to re-orient himself.
“How do you feel about taking NyQuill now?” Steve asks when he returns with everything. “I know it’s a bit early, but you’re miserable.”
“How about you just kill mbe indstead?”
“Mmm,” Steve says, handing him the tea and crouching down in front of him so he can stick the thermometer in his ear. “I think that sounds like a permanent solution to a very temporary problem.”
“Mbaybe this cold will kill mbe.”
“I don’t think it’s going to kill you…but I’m not entirely sure it’s a cold,” Steve frowns, looking down at the thermometer once it beeps. 101.9. He sticks it in Bucky’s other ear, hoping maybe the reading is off. 102. “You don’t usually get fevers…or feel this awful with colds.”
Bucky shrugs. Whatever this is definitely doesn’t feel like your normal, run-of-the-mill cold, but he doesn’t have the energy to do anything about it. He lifts the tea to his lips, but practically shoves it back into Steve’s hands as the steam makes the congestion shift, and then he can’t stop sneezing. After what feels like a dozen or so, the itch finally dissipates, and he’s left sniffling and coughing and so exhausted. All he wants to do is curl up and sleep for the rest of the day while Steve rubs his back and plays with his hair.
“Bless you. God, that sounded miserable, poor thing.” Steve fusses.
“Yeah,” Bucky croaks, eyes closing.
Steve hands him the meds, and then stands up and flops next to him on the couch, “take the NyQuil. Can’t sneeze if you’re unconscious.”
Bucky chuckles, which just launches him into another coughing fit. Steve grimaces and rubs his back. “Bei’gg undcondscious sou’dds ambazi’gg.”
“Wanna pick a show to watch while you’re waiting for them to kick in?”
Bucky sniffles, nodding as he slumps against Steve.
“Sorry for probably sndeezi’gg ond you a mbilliond timbes,” Bucky mumbles, voice muffled by the blankets.
“Hazards of being in a relationship,” Steve smiles, wrapping his arm around Bucky and adjusting so that he’s laying with his head on Steve’s chest. “If I get it, I get it. It’s fine.”
“Sorry.”
“James, look at me,” Steve says gently. Bucky looks up at him, and Steve cups his cheek. “It’s fine. You’re sick, and I care way more about you than I do about avoiding this. Stop worrying.”
“Okay. I love you.” Bucky sniffles, sounding very tired and far away. He can feel himself drifting off to sleep.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” Steve says softly, kissing the top of his head.
And then, Bucky sleeps.
#stucky#fever#congestion#coughing#sneezing#steve rogers#bucky barnes#now I wanna write a part two where Steve catches it and Bucky is the sweetest ever but also that's always what I want in my fics lmao
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It's spooky szn bitches 🖤✨ but first here's my list of everything I read in September!
As always, please give these gorgeous writers all the love they deserve by reblogging their work. The majority of these stories contain 18+ content, please check all warnings, you are responsible for your own media consumption.
Happy reading ✨
Eddie Munson ✨
Much ado about books by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader (Bookshop AU)
Runaways by @mypoisonedvine
eddie munson x reader
Diving deep / sinking beneath / further under by @sexyprise
Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader
Bucky Barnes ✨
Be mine by @flordeamatista
dilf!bucky barnes x reader
Better than before by @angrythingstarlight
Roommate!Bucky x Reader
Starry starry night by @jobean12-blog
Bucky Barnes x reader
Crybaby by @syntheticavenger
Dad’s Best Friend CEO Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Ari Levinson ✨
To have and to fuck by @sweeterthanthis
Ari Levinson x Female Reader
Curtis Everett ✨
Bruised and broken by @dreamlessinparis
Dark!Curtis x F!Reader
Branded by @stargazingfangirl18
Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader
Thor Odinson ✨
Don't go down to the woods tonight by @targaryenvampireslayer
Demon!Thor Odinson x female reader
Steve Rogers ✨
Marked by @syntheticavenger
Dark! Alpha Steve Rogers x Female Reader
All is fair by @sunflowersoldat
Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader
Love like a scar by @targaryenvampireslayer
Dark!WS Steve Rogers x female reader
His inheritance by @jtargaryen18
Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader
Joel Miller ✨
A sweeter place by @flordeamatista
neighbor!joel miller x reader
When we let go by @jobean12-blog
Joel Miller x reader
Lee Bodecker ✨
Layin' down the law by @lunarbuck
Lee Bodecker x f!reader
Aim, set, fire by @dreamlessinparis
Dark!Lee x F!Reader
Andy Barber ✨
The devil's masquerade by @jobean12-blog
Andy Barber x reader (Mafia/Vampire/Soft!Darkish AU)
Sam Wilson ✨
Touch me by @galatially
Sam Wilson x black!reader
Multiple characters ✨
The dinner guest by @labella420
Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader
The fuckboy committee by @kinanabinks
Fuckboy!Stucky x Reader
#fic rec#september fic rec#eddie munson#bucky barnes#ari levinson#curtis everett#thor odinson#steve rogers#joel miller#lee bodecker#andy barber#sam wilson#lloyd hansen
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Clegan theatre AU (actor!Bucky x usher!Buck)
(disclaimer: I am a former theatre kid and I will make it everyone's problem)
Buck is working as a teacher (probably math) but he doesn't have a full contract, just a few substitutions here and there so he needs at least another job (maybe two, I can see him working in a bookshop too).
He's been working as an usher at his local theatre for a few years, Marge and Ken work with him. It doesn't pay much but he's always loved the theatre, so he doesn't complain.
He actually used to act when he was in high school, like with the drama club or something, and he was quite good at it but his father made him stop because “all that makeup and dressing up will make him gay"
The joke's on him because Buck is gay anyway, and no longer in contact with his father, but he never took up acting again because he decided he needed "a more serious career"
A young theatre company, the Bloody 100th, takes up residency in the theatre Buck's working at
Bucky is, of course, one of the actors in the company. Curt, Brady, Benny, and Ham are the other members. Benny is probably also the director. They're all pretty young and they've invested a lot of money (all of it in Bucky's case) in this venture so they really need it to work out
The two Bucks, of course, hit it off right away. They hang out a lot in the theatre, getting to know each other, and the chemistry between them is undeniable.
But Buck's a bit weary about actors for a past bad experience, and he also sees that Bucky is very friendly and touchy with basically everyone and he doesn't want to get hurt again so when things™️ start happening between them he keeps a clear "just friends with benefit, no kissing outside of it, no dates" boundary, not even going all the way because intimacy is really important for him
Bucky of course is absolutely smitten by Buck and would probably marry him on the spot if he asked but he respects his boundaries. He wants more, but most of all he wants Buck so if that's all he can get, he'll take it, no questions asked
Cue to a lot of mutual pining, late nights going over Bucky's lines, both of them wanting more but no one taking the first step because they're both scared of rejection
Marge knows about Buck's conundrums and she tells him he's an idiot, multiple times, but of course he never listens
While going over Bucky's lines, he realizes that Buck is very good at acting, he has a good memory and reads things with the right tone, so he proposes him to audition for the company's next play (that he doesn't even know if they'll be able to produce, because if this play fails they'll lose their money and abort the whole thing)
But acting is still a sore spot for Buck because of his father, so he lashes out and asks Bucky if that's something he does with all his conquests
This sparks a fight, with Buck telling Bucky that he doesn't want to be just another pretty boy in Bucky's collection before he moves onto the next shiny thing, and Bucky getting rightfully pissed because he actually cares a lot about Buck and he doesn't like to be treated like a manwhore just because he likes physical touch
They stop talking for a while, but on opening night something happens that may bring them back together, or keep them apart from good...
Thoughts? Prayers?
I have everything already plotted in my mind (I don't know what the opposite of the writer's block is but that's what's happening to me recently) so I'll probably start working on it as soon as I finish the last chapter in Love at second sight.
These rotten soldiers will be the death of me!
#masters of the air fanfiction#mota#mota fanfic#masters of the air#fanfic ideas#clegan theatre au#buck x bucky#john egan#gale cleven#buckbucky#buck cleven#bucky egan
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One Hot Ticket
Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader
Word Count: 1,898
Summary: You win Metallica tickets on the radio and Eddie is the only person you want to take to the concert.
Author’s Note: Was this what I had planned for this weekend? Nope. Do I have a bookshop AU Eddie half done. Yep. Do I have two Bucky ideas ready to go. Yep. Did this thought invade my mind and take over. Yep. I just can’t get enough of kissing Eddie. I need to until forever. Thanks for sticking with me through all these little adventures and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @wannabehamlet thank you love🥰
Warnings: lots of fun, flirty fluff :)
Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @infinite-orangepeel thanks so much lovely 🥰
Eddie Munson Masterlist
“Hey Steve.”
“Hi babe, what’s up?”
“Not much. How’s work?” you ask.
“Ok. You know…work,” he shrugs.
“Yep. Is Eddie around?”
“Yea, he’s in the back,” Steve answers, motioning behind him.
“Thanks. I have something for him.”
You can feel Steve watching you as you move around the counter and head toward the back room. You knock lightly and wait to hear Eddie’s voice before you push open the door.
“Hey!” he says, brightening as soon as he sees you.
“Hi Eddie,” you smile.
“Did you come to see me?” he asks, pointing his finger at his chest.
“I did,” you tell him, walking closer with your hands behind your back. “I have something for you.”
“For me?” he questions, his surprise evident.
You nod with a smirk.
He studies you, his eyes dropping to your hidden hands.
“Do you have a Gremlin behind there or something?” he jokes.
“Not quite. Better.”
“Really? What could be better than a Gremlin?” he asks wryly.
“Oh I don’t know….” You sing as you move closer to him.
He’s seated on one of the chairs, his legs spread wide and his D n D book in his hand.
You stop when you’re between his legs and lean down close to his face, pulling the book from his fingers and placing it on the table. The atmosphere instantly changes, the small space between you now charged with tension.
You can hear his breath hitch as his eyes drift to your lips. You fight to keep your own eyes on his, wanting nothing more than to close the distance and kiss him. His head tilts to the side and his hand reaches out to touch you, the light brush of his fingers making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.
Without another word you whip your hands from behind your back and slide two tickets in front of his face.
His head jerks back and he stares at you before he looks at the tickets.
“No,” he whispers. “No FUCKING WAY!”
His voice gets louder the longer he looks at them and with shaky hands he takes them from your fingers and looks from the tickets to you several times before he let’s out a scream of happiness.
He starts dancing around the room, jumping up and down and shaking his head all around. His hair is wild and curly and his eyes are wide and he’s grinning from ear to ear.
Steve rushes into the back room, his head on a swivel as he looks between the two of you. Eddie rushes at him and grabs Steve’s shoulders, shaking him violently and screaming about Metallica.
“What the hell is going on?” Steve asks when he turns to you.
“I won Metallica tickets on the radio,” you say excitedly. “So Eddie and I are going this weekend.”
Eddie starts yelling again and fist pumping the air. He twirls his way back over to you and grabs you in a bear hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning around.
“Eddie,” you mumble into his hair.
He loosens his hold on you and you slowly slide down his body, feeling every inch of him.
When he finally sets you back on your feet his eyes roam over your face, his cheeks slightly pink. You flatten your palms on his chest and pull on one of his curls.
He swallows hard, licking his dry lips and asking in a breathless whisper, “are you really taking me to see Metallica?”
“Of course,” you answer. “Who else would I want to take?”
Before Eddie can answer, Steve chimes in and pulls you both from the moment.
“Oh, I dunno…ME MAYBE! Remember me? Your best bud Steve?”
Both you and Eddie make a scrunched-up face of confusion.
“You don’t listen to Metallica,” you tell Steve.
“Yea,” Eddie adds. “It’ll be too loud for your tender ears.”
“My tender…I don’t…I like…I listen to plenty of music!” Steve stammers.
Eddie grabs you again and crushes you to his chest.
“This is the BEST!” he says, not loosening his grip until you wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you.”
“Are you excited for tonight?” Robin asks Eddie.
Eddie is leaning over the counter, his fingers tapping across the top and his leg bouncing.
“I cannot fucking wait,” he answers, singing lyrics to himself. “I still can’t believe she’s taking me.”
“I know. She called as soon as she won the tickets and sounded so excited to tell you,” Robin says with a smile. “Then we were talking about what songs they might play and what she’s gonna wear but I’m not any help with that part so…”
Eddie slowly turns his head toward Robin, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Why would it matter what she wears?” he asks as he straightens up.
“Because it’s a date,” Steve chimes as he walks by with a stack of video tapes.
Eddie’s head whips around so fast his face disappears behind a mass of curls before his terrified expression is revealed.
“A date…” he mumbles. “But…but…”
“What’s the problem Munson?” Steve asks with a mischievous grin.
“She never said it was a date!” Eddie squeaks. “Why is it a date? It can’t be a date!”
Robin shoots Steve a death glare and then carefully approaches Eddie, resting a soft hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t listen to him. Just go and have fun,” she tells Eddie.
“But what if I fuck this up?” Eddie asks, his eyes huge. “I mean…she’s perfect and I’m lucky she’s even my friend and if I do something stupid and then she hates me and then we can’t even be friends…”
He drops his head and digs his palms into his eyes, muttering to himself.
“Munson,” Steve says softly. “Come on, isn’t it obvious she likes you too? And why would you do anything stupid?”
“NO it’s not!” Eddie cries then shakes his head and throws his hands up.
“You’re a major butthead,” Robin whisper shouts to Steve before she elbows him. “FIX THIS BEFORE HE LEAVES FOR THE CONCERT!”
Eddie arrives at your house early and waits outside in the van, his music blaring. The porch light catches his eye and he turns to see you open the door.
You step outside and give him a wave.
“Jesus H Christ,” he whispers, staring as you approach.
With another curse he wills himself to move and hops out of the driver’s door to rush around the front of the van and greet you.
His eyes sweep down your body before he catches your knowing smile.
“Hey,” he says and it comes out breathless. “You…uh…you look beautiful.”
“Thanks,” you giggle, reaching for the door.
Eddie quickly recovers and grabs the handle to open it for you.
“I love the bandana,” you tell him once you’re buckled in and he’s pulling out of the driveway. “The whole look works.”
He looks down at himself then back up at you with blinking eyes.
“Yea, you know…this is my usual stuff. I always look like I’m going to a rock concert.”
He turns his face back to the road and winces at his awkwardness.
“I know,” you tell him. “I really like it.”
The corner of his mouth lifts slightly and he lets out an exhale.
By the time you arrive at the venue his palms are sweaty and slipping from the steering wheel and his heart is hammering against his rib cage.
“Are you ok?” you ask him as he helps you out of the van.
“Yea,” he says with a vigorous shake of his head. “I’m great. Never better actually. I can’t fucking believe we’re about to see Metallica live!”
You squeal in excitement and grab his hand. “COME ON!”
As you weave through the crowd and head toward the stage you hold tightly to Eddie’s hand, his rings digging into your skin.
“Is this close enough?” you ask him when you stop on a less crowded spot on the grass.
“Holy shit,” he says, taking it all in.
“I know!” you say in agreement, giving his hand a squeeze.
You talk and wait as the start of the concert approaches and the area around you fills with more and more people. The crowd presses in and you step closer to Eddie, your side pushed up against his. A big and tall guy with a kind smile accidentally bumps into you, apologizing freely.
“Aw man, sorry babe,” the man says gruffly. “You ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks,” you tell him with a smile.
“Better watch your girl man, it can get crazy out here,” the man warns Eddie kindly before he saunters off.
You turn your face to Eddie and he grins at you, throwing his arm around your shoulders and tucking you protectively into his side. You curl an arm around his waist and sneak the other between his leather jacket, resting your palm on his soft stomach.
When the lights on the stage go out and you hear the first chord of the guitar you and Eddie start screaming with the rest of the crowd.
Every song in the first set is amazing and your voice is hoarse from singing and screaming and your feet hurt from dancing around. Eddie never lets go of you the entire time and he always keeps you protected with his body.
When the first set is over Metallica leaves the stage for a short intermission and you and Eddie grab some beer and take a breather.
As you’re heading back to your spot you can feel Eddie’s eyes on you and you look over to see him staring.
“What?” you ask.
His gaze settles on your face and he slides his hands around your waist, tugging you closer to him.
“Thank you,” he says, his voice gravelly. “This has already been the best night of my life and it’s not even over yet.”
Without thinking he presses a quick kiss to your lips. He goes still and pulls away. He holds his hands up, his face pinched with worry as he starts to apologize.
“I’m so sorry sweetheart,” he says. “I shouldn’t have done that without asking. Shit, shit, shit. I knew I was gonna fuck this up and now you’re gonna…” he tries to keep rambling on, but you grab the sides of his leather jacket and drag his mouth back down to yours.
At first he’s too surprised to react but the moment you whisper his name against his lips, your tone pleading, he snakes his hands along your curves and slides one up your back, grabbing the back of your neck.
His other hand lifts to your face, his thumb brushing along your jaw before he cradles your cheek and deepens the kiss. You cling to him, sighing into the kiss when his tongue parts your lips. Your fingers climb and delve into his hair, the strands like silk along your skin.
The stage lights brighten around you and you barely notice, your body pressed so close to his you can feel his heart beat against his chest.
When you break apart to breathe he can’t take his mouth off you, trailing kisses down your throat before he finds your lips again. His hands tremble slightly as they explore any part of your skin he can find.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips.
@dreamlessinparis @goldylions @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814 @ysmmsy @hiddles-rose
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#joseph quinn#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fic#eddie munson stranger things#joseph quinn x reader#metallica
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"That's a BINGO!" ~ My @bingowinteriron Masterpost
I had an amazing time participating in @bingowinteriron - I'm so glad it got my creativity flowing and inspired an entire Bingo Line! Thank you to the entire mod team for facilitating such a fun event.
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B4: Omega In Heat
Tags: Alpha Bucky Barnes; Omega Tony Stark; Mechanic Tony Stark; Friends to Lovers; Nesting; Mutual Pining; Smut; Alternate Universe - No Powers
Rated: Explicit
Topped Gear
Summary:
Tonight though, James’ nostrils flared and his eyes widened. “Tony, you’re in preheat.”
Gripping his hand around the wrench, the metal dug into Tony's palm hard. That was the reason the hints of Tony’s distress mixed into the air, not at all because of James’ words.
“Impossible. I’m on suppressants. It’s just a bit hot in here, because--”
“Because, you’re in preheat. I can smell it.” He took a step back to the door. “I should--”
I4: Sex Worker Tony
Tags: SW Tony Stark; Pining Bucky Barnes; Fluff and Feelings
Rated: Teen
Pastries and Park Benches
Summary:
“I’d say you shouldn’t have--” Tony greeted him at the park entrance with a smile, nodding to the brown paper bag “--but by now I’d be disappointed if you didn’t bring me something so instead I’ll ask, what are we having this time?”
Bucky chuckled and lifted out two croissants, one oozing Nutella for Tony who made gimme hands.
“You say you’re bad at talking to people, but if you just give them Nutella they’ll barely notice.”
N4: AU Bookstore
Tags: Meet-Cute; Tony Stark has Opinions; Bucky Barnes is Amused; Besotted at First Review; Alternate Universe - Bookstore
Rated: Teen
Between the Aisles
Summary:
In the middle of a storm, Bucky seeks refuge in a cozy bookshop, only to stumble upon surprising additions to its shelves and an equally surprising individual.
G4: Handcuffs
Tags: Power Dynamics; Handcuffs; Established Relationship; Tony is very sorry; Protective Bucky Barnes; Devious Bucky Barnes; Punishment
Rated: Explicit
Intoxicating Silence
Summary:
“Hey baby,” Tony said with the hints of sleep still pulling at his tone, less worried now that he knew Bucky was here, Bucky had him, with Bucky he was safe.
Tony tugged at the handcuffs that binded him to their bed frame. Bucky took another sip of the whiskey. “Kinky, baby,” Tony commented. “You tie me all up for you?”
Bucky took another sip and didn’t answer.
O4: Steve Rogers
Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers; Tony Stark is a fanboy; Bucky Barnes is a fanboy; Meet-Cute; Flirting; Awkward Flirting; Bucky Barnes Is Trying
Rated: Teen
Captain America Convention
Summary:
Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes are both fans of the great Captain America. Of course, they'd first meet at a Captain America Convention.
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July 20th - August 19th
If you want to be included in the Round Up, you must fill out the Fill Submission form.
Thanks as always to our lovely fanart mod, @suchmadnesss, for the fanart in our banner!
Without further ado, come peruse our bingo-goers wonderful creations!
There he was, like double cherry pie by Wolfsheart
Rated: T
Tags: May Parker (brief), James Rhodey Rhodes (mention), Pepper Potts (mention), Referenced Bobby Drake, Referenced Xavier School for the Gifted, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Bakery, Minor Bucky Barnes/Loki, Minor Bruce Banner/Thor, Minor Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Minor Pepper Potts/James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Bakery and Coffee Shop, Bakery Shop Owner Loki, Bakery Shop Owner Bucky Barnes, Coffee/Tea Shop Owner Clint Barton, Coffee/Tea Shop Owner Natasha Romanoff, Bookshop Owner Thor, High School Science Teacher Bruce Banner, Food Porn, Food, Dessert & Sweets, Gratuitous descriptions of pastries and pies, 5 times + 1 time, Artist Steve Rogers, Cake artist Steve Rogers, Mechanic Tony Stark
Summary: Five times Tony comes into the bakery to flirt with Steve, and the one time Steve goes to the garage to flirt with Tony.
Teacher, Teacher, Can You Reach Me? by @polizwrites
Rated: G
Tags: No Powers AU, Teacher AU pre-serum Steve, artist!Steve, young!Tony, Tony&Rhodey BroTP, Dares and Bets
Summary: After spotting a flyer at a new coffee shop, Rhodey dares Tony to attend a Sip and Sketch class; turns out the twinky blond barista is also the class instructor.
You Live Like This? by Sayah1112
Rated: E
Tags: Rape/Non-con elements, Mob boss Steve Rogers, Twink Tony, Angst, Face Fucking, Forced Blowjob, Mob AU, Non-consensual bondage, Blackmail, Humiliation, Enemies to lovers, Violence, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Howard Starks A+ parenting
Summary:
Mob-AU in which Steve Rogers in the head of the organized crime ring known as the Avengers. They rule New York with an iron fist and a take-no-prisoners attitude. Howard Stark has been getting in his way, bungling his deals, and selling SI weapons on the black market to the Avenger's enemies. Not to mention he is actively helping the police track down and capture his people. Steve can't let that stand. What better way to get back at man then to capture his only son?
Tony is out of the frying pan and into the fire. Living under an alias in a rundown apartment in Brooklyn, it's been a little over a month since he escaped out from beneath the press of his father's thumb. Disowned for the crime of being gay, Tony has been flying under the radar and trying to keep a low profile. That is, until he is captured by his father's enemies. They want their money back, and someone is going to pay.
Tony knows it won't be Howard.
I born in a messed up century by Hadrian
Rated: G
Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Summary: Steve shouldn't be surprise: human never change.
Or, maybe, they can still surprise you, in their own way
A Cure for Every Ailment by @kandisheek
Rating: E
Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Sounding, Doctor Tony Stark, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers
Summary: Doctor Stark is testing his new experimental treatment for erectile dysfunction on a group of volunteers. It works very well on Steve Rogers. Just not for the reason Tony thinks.
Or: Tony doesn't realize that sounding is a kink, and Steve never knew he had it.
The Quest by @scottxlogan
Rating: T
Tags: Alternate Universe, Treasure Hunting, Archaeologist Steve, Swearing, Action/Adventure, Adventure & Romance, Implied/Referenced Sex
Summary: Archaeologist Steve Rogers finds himself in the thick of danger and adventure after teaming up with his former mentor's son and current sidekick Tony Stark to chase down a rare treasure set to unlock all of humanity's mysteries along the way.
Shape of My Soulmate by @sivan325
Rated: M
Tags: Alternate Universe, Art Professor Tony Stark, Nude Model Steve Rogers, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Tattoos, Blushing Steve Rogers, Sorry Not Sorry, Fluff and Crack
Summary: Soulmate AU in which you could draw your soulmate's body before you know them.
Nowhere Near as Fun as it Sounds by ABrighterDarkness
Rated: T
Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Body Swap, Enhanced Senses/Over-sensitivity, Minor Character Injury
Summary: “You’ve never said anything. At all. To anyone,” Tony blurted, the words and realizations that smacked him straight in the face in the most bizarre way possible. Mid-mission, at that. Terrible timing. But…he felt like this was one of those things he should have somehow already known. Something he’d have somehow already addressed and fixed. And not just because he was the one that was now suffering from the lack of knowledge.
“Neither have you,” Steve said, quiet and solemn.
Out with the Old by @scottxlogan
Rated: M
Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Non-serum Steve, Alternate Universe - 1980s, Alternate Universe - 1990s, New Year's Eve, New York City, Dirty Talking Steve Rogers, Dirty Talk, Swearing, Sexual Content, Alcohol, Hook-Up, Hopeful Ending
Summary: AU: Alone on New Year's Eve in 1989 in New York City, Tony decides to go all out in throwing a solo party for himself until sexy cashier Steve offers him a better alternative to a night of drunken loneliness.
The Journey by @scottxlogan
Rated: E
Tags: Established Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Anniversary, Threesome - M/M/M, Polyamory, Spanking, Sub Bucky Barnes, Dom Steve Rogers, Dom Tony Stark, Light BDSM, Sexual Content, Fluff and Smut, Restraints, Aftercare, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Role Playing, Dirty Talk, Feelings Realization, Friends to Lovers, Pole Dancing
Summary: Steve and Tony decide to take a special trip for their anniversary together. To spice things up they decide to gift each other a vacation with Bucky who is ready and willing to be what they need to make their anniversary even more memorable. Will it prove to be exactly what they needed to strengthen their marriage or will they find something more in their playtime with Bucky?
The Iron Captain by @kandisheek-art
Rated: G
Tags: Movie Poster, Old Hollywood
Summary: Tony and Steve star in Nick Fury's new movie.
All the World Below Me by Steph
Rated: T
Tags: no triggers or warnings
Summary: The trio finally has a chance to talk about some cultural (and biological) differences
Just like that...Back To Love by @scottxlogan
Rated: T
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Idiots in Love, Feelings Realization, Past Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Swearing, Light Angst
Summary: Super spy Steve Rogers reflects on the mission he and his work partner/on and off lover Tony Stark put behind him and what it means to their future moving forward where matters of the heart are concerned.
#stony#stevetony#tonysteve#steve x tony#tony x steve#ironshield#tony stark#steve rogers#iron man#captain america#marvel#wolfsheart#polizwrites#Sayah1112#Hadrian#kandisheek#scottxlogan#abrighterdarkness#sivan325#kandisheek-art#Steph
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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M Multi
Fandoms: Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel
Relationship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Loki (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Thor (Marvel)
Tags: May Parker (brief), James Rhodey Rhodes (mention), Pepper Potts (mention), Referenced Bobby Drake, Referenced Xavier School for the Gifted, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Bakery, Minor Bucky Barnes/Loki, Minor Bruce Banner/Thor, Minor Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Minor Pepper Potts/James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Bakery and Coffee Shop, Bakery Shop Owner Loki, Bakery Shop Owner Bucky Barnes, Coffee/Tea Shop Owner Clint Barton, Coffee/Tea Shop Owner Natasha Romanoff, Bookshop Owner Thor, High School Science Teacher Bruce Banner, Food Porn, Food, Dessert & Sweets, Gratuitous descriptions of pastries and pies, 5 times + 1 time, Artist Steve Rogers, Cake artist Steve Rogers, Mechanic Tony Stark
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-07-18
Words: 14,757
Chapters: 1/1
Summary: Five times Tony comes into the bakery to flirt with Steve, and the one time Steve goes to the garage to flirt with Tony.
For the @stonyauniverse bingo, Round 1 (2023)
Square: T4 AU: Bakery
#stonyauniversebingo#stonyauniverse#stony au fanfic#Steve Rogers#Tony Stark#Stony#Steve x Tony#Tony x Steve
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THE AVENGERS COLLECTION:
<- back to the bookshop
BUCKY BARNES
series:
✧ entwining hearts bucky may be your dads best friend but that’s won’t stop him from making you his own. the only trouble is that you have a boyfriend already and bucky is newly out of a divorce, trying to get full time custody of his four year old son, jamie. (warnings: ☼ ☾ ❀ and dbf!bucky)
one shots:
✧ isn’t she lovely bucky spots you at the bar and orders you a drink (warnings: slight ☼ and beefy!bucky)
✧ two lines two lines on a stick appear and you freak out - thinking bucky will hate you. (warnings: ☼ and implied ☾ )
✧ my good girl the winter soldier plays with you (warnings: ☾ ❀ and tws!bucky)
✧ a little flirt you and bucky have a little chat (warnings: ☼, very shitty and short)
✧ beginner it’s your first time having sex ever and your boyfriend bucky is there to help. (warnings: ☼ and light ☾)
THOR ODINSON
series:
✧ coming soon -> the kings queen thor is set to marry. his father thinks he knows what’s best for him but as the time goes on, his feelings for his younger brothers bestfriend change. once sworn enemies, they know have to hide their love in secrecy - scared for the reprocussions. (warnings: royal au, brothers bestfriend, enemies to lovers tropes and ☼ ☾ ❀)
one shots:
✧ enchanted thor catches himself thinking about you all the time, so he sets off on a - very short - mission to make him yours. (warnings: ☼)
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Sly's Rec List
Time to finally set this up! I've been reading and reading the last couple of days (even though my drafts don't get less) and always think to myself: 'Oh that writer is so good and I need to keep up with their work/blog' and then I still lose sight of them...
Also, interactions have never been less and I know a lot of us writers are struggling with the little interaction. It feels like no one ever sees the things we post. So this will be my space to just list blogs to who I want to follow up or just give a shoutout!
Blog's I love & recommend
@rogersideup - my fav Steve blog. Every story is amazing. They blow my mind every single time.
@spectre-posts + @wiypt-writes - these two write some of the best series there are for pretty much every ce character. Long, incredibly detailed, heart-warming, gut-wrenching, tear-and-squeal-inducing stories written with love and some of the most dedication I have seen. The dialogue is bomb!
@sweater-daddiesdumbdork - has written some of my absolute favorite Curtis Everett stuff. She knows him and there is no one that can portray Curtis better
@navybrat817 - tattoo boys, biker boys, any type of boys. So many fantastic bucky fics. Love Stud, Smartie & Alpine
@imaginedreamwrite - can write literally anything and make it absolutely fucking incredible. Brimming with ideas on end, one better than the other. Queen of daily prompts and drabbles!
@anika-ann - queen of angst and fluff
@hangmans-wingman - American Made and Little Wonder are to die for. Stories that hook you from second 1 and will keep you at the edge of your seat!
(more to follow)
Fics I love & can only, highly recommend
Marvel
Waiting For This - @musingsinmoonlight - oneshot, Steve Rogers, 18+, a/b/o
A sticky situation - @rogersideup - oneshot, Steve Rogers, bubblegum & hair = forced haircut, fluff
Sweet Indulgences - @sweetascanbee - oneshot, Steve Rogers, wedding dress + slight fake-dating + first kiss, fluff!
My Soul Can Not Sleep Without You - @neonovember - oneshot, Steve Rogers, Steve is the type of man to never let you get to bed angry
Six Years - @the-bau-quinjet - oneshot, Steve Rogers, amnesia trope, Y/N forgets her life with Steve, the best take on the amnesia trope I have read!
Press Four For Poppet - @frostironfudge - oneshot, Steve Rogers, 18+, steve dials a sex-hotline
Emergency contact - @rogersideup - oneshot, Steve Rogers, Steve gets sick, so frickin' cute!
Walking the wire - @pedrito-friskito - oneshot, Nomad!Steve Rogers, supersoldier/red-room!reader, 18+, so fucking good omg, the air of mystery, the exposition, the chemistry between them, the spice! READ IT, IT'S SO GOOD
Sonder - @rogersideup - oneshot, Steve Rogers, Steve and the nice shield doctor, takes him a while to ask her out. SO GOOD. ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE.
Coffee and Cinnamon | Maple Latte | Apples and Cherries - @sarahwroteathing - oneshot, Steve Rogers, bookshop/bakery au, friendly banter, Steve being a punky nemesis, just tooth-rotting fluff and amazing dialogue; best bookshop/bakery/coffeeshop au I have ever read!
Get This Girl Some Ice Cream! - @witchywithwhiskey - oneshot, Steve Rogers, hurt/comfort, Reader has a panic attack & Steve soothers her, incredibly sweet and comforting
The Things We Do For Love - @ronearoundblindly - Steve Rogers, wife!reader, Reader has a smelly & unpleasant accident in the lab, Steve 'The Drama Queen' Rogers (lovely dubbed 'Drug Dog') has to deal with it - utterly hilarious, some of the best sassy dialogue I've ever read, Steve being a dramatic cutie
Period Cramps - @espinosaurusrexex - oneshot, period cramps suck but Steve is there to make it better, comfort read
Right Where You Belong - @witchywithwhiskey - oneshot, college!au, baseball played!steve & studybuddy!reader, all the sweet and innocent college infatuation and date, so sweet and comforting to read
Perfect Moments - @eviesaurusrex - oneshot, Stucky x Reader, the cutest fic ever! Oh the comfort, oh the fluff. This sent me straight to cloud nine. This is the air I need to breathe, it's that cute and fluffy and perfection!
Other CE characters
After school comfort - @junipermuses - oneshot, Ari Levinson, comfort & fluff
The Five Step Plan - @theycallmebecca - oneshot, Frank Adler, au where Mary's mother dies later, very sweet and real feeling story
Where The Heart Is - @babyjakes - blurb, Jake Jensen, the cutest shit ever, sooo fluffy, Jake visits reader in hospital and is a adorable bean
Spa Date - @ghotifishreads - drabble/blurb, Ari Levinson, face masks, Ari being seductive and impatient, funny and cute
Top Gun Maverick
Just In Case - @katiesharms - oneshot, Hannix, angst w/ happy ending
Who did this to you? - @justfandomwritings - oneshot, Hangman, so good, see warnings
Do not disturb - @callsign-valley - oneshot, Hangman, 18+
Slow Burn - @ereardon - series, completed, Hangman, 18+ - amazing story! So well written, ending up pregnant with Hangman's baby after a ons, happy ending
Haunted by the Ghost of You - TheRebelHunter on ao3 - series, TG86, Hop 31 but instead of one jet going down, both jets go down, Goose survives but all four (Mav, Goose, Ice & Slider) get injured - I helped create the plot, as this started out as a au in the tgm discord. Angsty but amazing!
Where I'm From - @sometimes-i-write-good - oneshot, Hangman, first date, Jake is a sweetheart & gentleman, clearly knows what treating a girl is supposed to be like, loved the ending
Others
An Old Flame II - @b00kdiary - series, Aemond Targaryen, 18+, amazing dialogue!
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recs!
sirius black
he’s like that
dote on me
a good mum
a pretty boy and his pretty girl
sweeter than sweets
z-a
smart cookie
remus lupin
sweet weeping soul
flu
language of flowers
you are in love
lovers rock
charmed (series)
beyond rumours (series)
sweet memories
love letters to no one (series)
dance with me
bookshop girl (series)
heavy handed - band au
cherry tree
routine
james potter
lovesick
first and last
don’t miss you at all
playing pretend
what’s my name
shy beginnings
so perfect
three confessions
chaser at heart
kissy kissy ooh la la
invisible string
charlie weasley
some things are better kept secret
christmas eve
taming the dragon tamer
a family mystery uncovered
hearts on fire
bill weasley
willow
fred weasley
home for the holidays
my little hufflepuff
harry styles
thumper
ig blurb
ig blurb
ig blurb- chef!yn
ig blurb- since forever
ig blurb- the nanny
love me tomorrow
lunch time
whiskey
knight in shining armour
shy
two ghosts
winter flakes
just how fast the night changes (series)
the silk shirt
been there all along (series)
behind the door
hockey harry
regulus black
the better of two bad options
professor regulus black
steve harrington
i’ll put us back together at heart
can we always be this close
coach harrington
bucky barnes
they always find me
lost without you
uncle buck
six days
i like me better when i’m with you
nothing breaks like a heart
do not fall in love
operation get mom and bucky together
conrad fisher
no shame
isn’t the same without you
baby honey
ocean eyes
booty shorts and bikinis
tom holland
holland sister recs
rumours
angst!!!
imagines
holland sister recs
a missed chance
chris evans
your silence is the most violent
the evans’
playing with fire (series)
ig blurb
spiderman
not my spiderman (series)
tequila makes me sleepy
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