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angstysebfan · 5 months

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My Roommates Boyfriend - Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader AU: Modern

Chapter Summary: The drive begins... along with some tears.... Warnings: Angst, cursing, asshole Bucky

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You woke up the next morning at 4, just to give you enough time before Bucky arrived. You showered and finished packing some last minute supplies. You had bought snacks for the car and made different playlists, as you weren’t sure what kind of music Bucky listened to.

At 4:45 exactly your front door opened to reveal Bucky, with a duffel bag over his shoulder. You were busy making coffee in to-go cups. You looked up in surprise, forgetting Nat had given Bucky a key.

“Remind me to get that key from you before we separate,” you say with a sigh. Buck just rolls his eyes and sits on the couch, saying nothing.

“Good morning Bucky, how do you take your coffee?” you ask sarcastically.

He glares at you, which makes you want to laugh. He obviously isn’t a morning person.

“Black,” he says.

You put a cover over the black coffee and hand it to him. He takes it and turns to sit on the couch.

“You’re welcome” you say, rolling your eyes. This was going to be a long trip.

You grab your stuff and you both head out the door. When you get to the car, you grab the keys from your purse, which are quickly yanked from your hand.

“I’m driving,” he says, getting into the drivers seat.

You angrily throw your bag into the trunk with his and close it. Before getting in, you flip him off behind his back, just to make yourself feel better. Then walk over to the passenger side and get in.

Once you buckle up you take out a stack papers from your purse as Bucky starts the car and immediately pulls away from the curb.

“Okay, so I have everything mapped out, and even put deposits at a few hotels and motels on the way, separate rooms of course. I also circled some fun things we might want to see before–”

Before you can finish your sentence, Bucky grabs the papers out of your hand and throwing them out of the open window.

“I’m not gonna following any plan of yours. This is not some fun road trip, alright! The sooner we get there, the sooner we're away from each other. Which can't come soon enough,” he says the last part more to himself, keeping his eyes on the road.

“What the actual fuck Bucky!? You don’t have to be such a douchebag to me all the time!” you say, trying to keep your emotions at bay.

Maybe it was the early hour and the lack of sleep, but you were really trying hard not to cry. Bucky just ignores you and keeps driving, while you tear up in the passenger seat, your arms crossed over your chest.

“Look, we don’t need some stupid plan. It’s 2020, we have GPS on our phones,” he says.

You decide saying nothing is the best option. You turn away from him and lean your head on the window, allowing the tears to come down. You really wanted to tell him to stop and let you out before you left the city. But then you thought of Nat, and decided that you would make the most of this time. After all, you will never see Bucky Barnes again after this trip. Man did she owe you after this trip.

After an hour of silence, you grab your phone and start looking through the playlists you created. You weren’t sure how to broach the subject with Bucky, since everything you did seemed to annoy him. You find your classic rock playlist, you looked at Bucky.

“Um… I’m sure you don’t want to sit in silence the whole time. I made a few playlists, since I didn’t know what kind of music you like. I have a classic rock one, if that works for you,” you say cautiously.

Bucky’s eyebrows shoot up for a moment, then he glances at you with an unreadable look.

“You… you like classic rock?” he asks, shocked.

You scoff, “Yeah, what kind of music did you think I listened to?” you ask. He shrugs, not taking his eyes off the road, “Not sure, I thought some Ariana Grande or some shit like that.”

You roll your eyes, “Do you want the classic rock or not?” you ask, getting slightly annoyed.

He smirks, “By all means princess,” he says.

You grab the aux cord and plug it into your phone, ignoring the name called you. Queen’s greatest hits starts playing, and before you know it, you are both bouncing your head to the beat and singing along. You realize this is the first time that you both are near each other and not tearing each other’s heads off. It’s nice, if you were to be perfectly honest.

Soon you find your eyelids getting heavy. You hate falling asleep in the car when there is no one else is in the car. Bucky sees you struggling and rolls his eyes.

“Just take a nap, I’m fine,” he says.

You look at him for a moment and then lean against the window, allowing your eyes to finally close.

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Bucky’s POV (not saying anything out loud)

"Look at you, sleeping huddled against the door. You actually look…. adorable, to be honest. Not that I would ever let you know that. I will never let you know I actually find you attractive... more than attractive. Not after what you said about me. You try and act like you're this nice innocent girl, but I know the real truth. You're nothing but judgmental and cruel. Nat might have been fooled, but you couldn’t fool me.

I still can’t believe Nat is forcing me to drive you across the country. I thought this was going to be my last days with my girl. We both decided long distance was too complicated, so we were going to part as friends. But, man am I going to miss her. She's just so beautiful, and funny, and smart. But she wasn’t my first choice to be honest...

If only you knew that it was you that I was looking at that night. It was you that I wanted to talk to. Good thing I found out who you really are before I made a move. Not that I wasn’t happy with Nat, but it was really you who caught my eye that night. But I won't fall for your good looks, kissable lips, and sweet smile. I’ll continue to keep my distance from you and your tricks because I know who you really are.

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When you opened your eyes the sun was high in the sky. Your music was still playing, now moving on to The Beatles. You check the time and see that it is past noon. You stretch your arms up, which causes your shirt to ride up, showing just a slight amount of skin. You don’t notice Bucky glancing at it.

“Where are we?” you ask as you yawn.

“Western Pennsylvania, not too far from the United 93 Memorial, I think,” Bucky says dryly.

You look at him and bite your lower lip. “Do… uh.. do you think we could stop there? I've always wanted to see it,” you say.

Bucky rolls his eyes. “This isn’t that kind of road trip. I just want to get to Seattle,” Bucky says.

You look down at your hands, nodding sadly, then look back out your window.

Bucky looks at you while you look sadly out your window. “Fine, we can stop there. Stop your pouting, please!” he says, exasperated.

You look at him and can’t help the smile that comes across your lips. Bucky’s breath hitches when he sees that site, but quickly shakes it off. He starts following the signs toward the memorial site.

After touring the memorial for two hours, you both get into the car. You both have been having quiet conversations about what you remember about 9/11. Where you were, what you were doing, how you felt. It was honestly the easiest and nicest conversation you both have had with each other.

When Bucky gets back onto the highway he sees a sign for a rest stop. “You hungry?” he asks.

“Starving” you say with a laugh. “I’ll stop at the rest stop to fill up and grab food, but I want to get back on the road quickly since we lost time at the memorial,” he says. You give him a thumbs up and put your playlist back on.

As you are driving toward the rest stop, you think about how today was actually an okay day. Maybe this road trip wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe you and Bucky could make it across the country without killing each other. When you pull up to the gas tank you grab your wallet.

“What do you want? I’ll grab the food.” you say looking at Bucky.

“Just a burger or something. I’ll get the gas,” he says calmly.

You smile at him before leaving the car. After getting you both 2 burgers, fries, and cokes, you walk back to the car, where Bucky is waiting. You get in and hand him his bag with a smile.

“Took you long enough. I didn’t realize getting a burger was so difficult,” he snaps at you.

You sigh defeatedly, so much for having a good day. “It’s not my fault there was a long line. I got it as fast as I could,” you say calmly.

He scoffs at you, as he takes a bite of his burger. “I’m sure you did the best you could,” he says rolling his eyes.

You get back onto the highway, with complete silence in the car. The only noise was you both chewing or drinking your soda’s. The sun was starting to set as you passed the Ohio state line. You take out your phone and start looking at hotels in the area, since you are no where near where you planned on driving so all your hotel choices are obsolete.

“There's a motel about 10 miles up, if you want to stop for the night,” you say, keeping your eyes on your phone.

“Well, if the princess needs her beauty sleep, then of course I'll stop.” Bucky says sarcastically.

Your eyes shoot up and you look at his side profile. “Excuse me?!” you say, your voice raising. “I was thinking about you, dick! Especially since you've been driving all day. I'd rather not die in an accident because you fell asleep at the wheel. Since you obviously don’t want me to drive, I figured allowing you some rest was the next best option. Do you have to bite my goddamn head off with everything I say?!” You shout.

Bucky laughs, “Oh yeah, like you really give a flying fuck about me. I know what you really think of me. You don’t have to put on this show anymore, Nat's not here,” he says.

You look at him like he has 10 heads. “I would love to know what you think I think of you. I've been nothing but nice to you ever since I first met you. YOU, on the other hand, have been a complete and utter asshole and don’t care if you hurt my feelings.”

Bucky laughs again, “Yeah, keep going with your innocent act. Pretend I’m the bad guy. I may be an asshole, but we both know what you said that night in the bar,” Bucky sneers.

You look at him and scoff, “I actually have no idea what you are talking about, but whatever. Do you want to sleep at the motel or not?” you say annoyed.

“Fine, I’d be fine sleeping in the car, but I don’t want the princess to be uncomfortable,” he said.

You look back down at your phone, again trying to keep the tears at bay. You hate the way he always manages to get a reaction from you. As you are looking for hotels you get a text from Nat”

-Hey love, how’s the trip?

-Ugh… Bucky is being Bucky. I still don’t know why you wanted the two of us to come together.

-You know I always have my reasons. You're just going to have to trust my instincts on this one.

What does that mean? What does Nat have planned?

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Yeah Bucky is an asshole... and you'll find out why soon. Will it make a difference is the actual question. Also what does Nat mean? If you already read this don't spoil it! Feedback is appreciated!

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Speak Now *sequel to The Kids Will Be Alright*

Chapter 8

Single dad!Bucky, Single mom!Reader, Clark Kent x Reader; Hybrid Social Media AU

Summary: Bucky and Y/n are dealing with the aftermath of Y/n’s engagement to Clark. Everyone has mixed feelings about the engagement, seeing as it is too quick, but they’re all just trying to be supportive of her and Clark, that is everyone except Natasha. Natasha and Y/n are still not talking. Sam and Natasha are also having marriage issues, Sam not agreeing with the way Natasha handled everything, while Natasha wishes he’d just be on her side. Bucky is trying his hardest to push down his feelings for Y/n, but as time continues on he can’t help but feel sadness as he sees Clark and Y/n plan their wedding. He continues to suffer in silence, while Steve watches his best friend slowly deteriorate. Y/n is out of her mind stressed, debating whether to call this whole thing off, or just elope.

Warnings: none

Word count: 2991

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“Natasha, did you want me to call dinner in?” Sam calls out to her, walking into their living room where Natasha was sitting on the couch. She was on her laptop going over her schedule for the work week ahead of her.

“Yeah, I’m down for whatever you want to eat,” she tells him, as he walks in to sit next to her.

“I’m going to order from that Indian place we like,” he sits down next to her, pulling out his phone to place the order.

“What the hell,” Natasha says, looking down at an email.

“Okay, then I won’t order Indian.”

“No, Indian is good,” she says, “I just got an email from Diana Prince.”

“Really?” He says looking over at her laptop, “Why?”

“What the hell,” she pauses, reading over the email.

“What?” Sam says, leaning over to try and read the email.

“She’s asking if I’m representing Bucky in a custody battle with [Y/N],” she tells him.

“What the hell?”

“I know,” she says confused, “Did you know he was going for full custody?”

“No,” Sam shakes his head, “I’m more confused as to why Diana Prince would be contacting you about this and not Loki or Pepper, or someone else in the family law department.”

“Babe, I’m just as confused as you are,” she says, “She mentions how my name was brought up when meeting with [Y/N]. What would [Y/N] even tell her? I’m not a family law attorney. She knows that. Why would I, a criminal defense lawyer, take on a child custody case?”

“I mean if she says [Y/N] mentioned you, you kinda have to assume why, right,” Sam says.

“Why would she even bring up what's going on between us in a meeting with her lawyer? How does that make me involved in this custody case?” Natasha says, completely dumbfounded why [Y/N] would tell Diana Prince she had any involvement in this, “Diana Prince is the last person I would ever want to know what’s going on in my fucking personal life. Especially one that now involves her new client.”

“Very bold of her to get Diana Prince on the case,” Sam says, knowing Natasha’s history with Diana.

“She clearly doesn’t want to lose custody.”

“Yeah, but that’s the part that doesn’t make sense,” Sam says, “Why would Bucky even threaten to take Daisy away? I get things between them haven’t been as great as it was pre-engagement but I just don’t see him going straight to that option. It’s very unlike him.”

“Very unlike him,” she agrees, still lost in thought over the entire situation, “That’s the last thing he would do. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt Daisy.”

“Do I just ignore it?” Natasha turns towards Sam, “Do I respond back? Do I call Bucky?”

“This is clearly a private matter between Bucky and [Y/N]. And he clearly didn’t want us to know. But,” he pauses.

“But what?” Natasha pushes.

“Thinking as a lawyer. You don’t really want to let Diana know that. Right? That you don’t know what’s going on. Because for all we know Bucky could be doing just that, and seeing as we are way too close to the situation. We ethically shouldn’t be involved as his attorney.”

“So should I call him?”

“There is one other person that comes to mind that he might’ve asked. The only person in our group who’s an actual family law attorney.”

“Do you really think Loki would do that? Plus he’s on paternity leave,” Natasha says.

“He might. If Bucky asked.”

“So do I call Loki?”

“No. Because if he didn’t then we would just be gossiping about something that you and I are clearly not supposed to know,” Sam says.

“So do I call Bucky?” She asks again.

“That’s probably the best option.” He shrugs, still unsure about this whole situation.

“Okay,” she sighs, and picks up her phone.

“Hey Nat, what’s up?” Bucky answered the phone.

“So I’m just going to be straight up with you,” she says.

“Okay, about what?” He asked, taken back by her greeting.

“So I got an email from Diana Prince, regarding a custody battle between you and [Y/N],” she tells him, “she was basically asking me if I was representing you in this custody battle.”

“Please tell me this is some sick joke,” Bucky deadpans.

“It would be a very sick joke,” Natasha tells him.

“I can’t believe she’s really doing this,” Bucky sighs. Natasha can hear the exhaustion laced in his voice, “If she only listened to me for five fucking minutes she would see that this has been completely thrown out of proportion.”

“So you’re not filing for full custody?”

“No, fuck no,” he says, “I just wanted us to meet up with a lawyer to have our agreement made legal. So we can’t fuck each other over.”

“So you don’t have a lawyer?”

“I do,” he tells her, “but not in the way she thinks I do. I asked Loki to help me draft up our agreement. Nothing would really change aside from the fact that we both need to communicate better with each other. And that she can’t do anything shady regarding Daisy. Like for instance she can’t just move Daisy away from me. That we both need to be in agreement when it comes to Daisy.”

“Honestly I just needed a legal way to protect myself as Daisy’s father,” Bucky stresses.

“Yeah well it looks like it’s going to be way more than just that,” Natasha sighs, feeling sorry for Bucky and the situation he’s currently in.

“I’m not trying to take Daisy away,” he says, “I would never do that. That would just do more harm towards Daisy. And I would never in a million years put that stress on her. She doesn’t need to be dragged into this shit show of a mess, purely because her parents have a hard time communicating.”

“That’s why I was so confused why Diana Prince would even email me regarding this,” she tells him.

“I can’t even imagine what she’s telling Diana about this whole situation,” he sighs in defeat, feeling a headache coming on, “the last person I would ever want to know what’s going on in my life.”

“That’s what I said,” Natasha says.

“Just don’t email her back,” Bucky tells her, “I’ll talk to Loki about it, and have him send her an email explaining the situation on Monday, after I talk to [Y/N] tomorrow when she drops Daisy off.”

“Okay, if you need any help don’t hesitate to ask,” Natasha tells him before they hang up.

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Bucky spends the early evening scurrying around his little townhouse, getting things ready for when Daisy gets dropped off. He already had dinner ready for her on the stove.

The knock on his door takes him by surprise for a split second. He quickly goes over to open the door, expecting to see [Y/N] and Daisy. He definitely wasn’t expecting Clark to be with them also. He can’t help but to let out a light scoff.

Guess this is how it’s going to be now, he thought.

“Daddy!” Daisy exclaimed, throwing her arms around his legs.

“Hi honey,” he smiles, hugging her.

She lets go of his legs and runs off to go put her backpack in her room.

“Can we talk?” Bucky asks [Y/N], “just five minutes.”

“I don’t think that’s best,” Clark says.

“No offense but I was talking to [Y/N],” Bucky says, annoyed not bothering to look at Clark, “Please [Y/N]. It doesn’t have to go down this route. Please just let me explain everything and you’ll see this was all just a misunderstanding.”

“What route are you talking about?” She asks.

“I’m not an idiot, [Y/N]. I know you’ve got Diana Prince representing you. In whatever you think this might be.”

‘You’re the one that set that in motion the moment you told me you got an attorney to discuss our custody agreement,” she tells him, “you did that Bucky.”

“I didn’t even do anything,” he tries to keep his voice down, so Daisy can’t hear them.

“But you threatened me that you would.”

“I did no such thing.”

“Daddy, I’m hungry,” Daisy yells, as she comes skipping into the room. All the adults go silent.

“Okay, Dais,” he smiles, “go wash up and dinner is all done in the kitchen.”

“Can we watch Frozen while we eat?” She asks, eyes lighting up.

“Of course,” he smiles at her as she runs off with a squeal.

He turns back to the door, “Please [Y/N], don’t do anything yet. Please. Just give me a moment to explain everything.”

“I’m sorry Bucky,” she shakes her head, “it’s already done.”

Bucky just stands there in shock.

“We should go,” Clark says, ushering her away from his front door, he turns back towards Bucky, “from now on I think it’s best if we just go through our attorneys. We won’t be discussing this with you any further than needed.”

Bucky stood there watching them walk away. Fighting every inch of his body telling him to punch Clark in the face. He really wanted to. But the last thing he wanted was for Daisy to see any of that drama. Plus he knows that the couple would just use it against him.

“I’m ready Daddy,” Daisy says, coming back into the room.

“Sounds good,” he closes the door, and turns to look down at her, “let's eat.”

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After making sure Daisy is asleep for the night, Bucky calls Loki.

“Hey Buck,” Loki answers, “How did it go?”

“Bad,” he answers, “So bad, that I guess now we have to talk through our attorneys.”

“Really?” Loki asked surprised that this is all coming down to this.

“Apparently so,” he says, collapsing onto the couch, “Clark made sure I knew to no longer discuss this with them.”

“Who did [Y/N] get to represent her?” Loki asks.

“Diana Prince,” Bucky tells him.

“You’re kidding me?”

“Nope. Apparently [Y/N] told her she thought I got Natasha to represent me.”

“Why would she? That doesn’t even make sense.”

“None of this is making any sense anymore,” Bucky sighs.

“I’m just going to ask this one final time, are you sure you want to go through with this?” Loki asks him.

Bucky pauses for a moment. He knows he can end it all right at this moment. If he were to tell [Y/N] that he is dropping it all and just wants to keep things the way they were, she would. But he knows that it won’t change anything and things won’t be like how they were. They just simply can’t and now he has Clark to worry about.

In the end he’s doing all of this for Daisy, if he gives up it almost feels like he would be.

“Yes,” Bucky says so surely in his answer, “This is the only way now.”

“I’ll email Diana Prince, letting her know that I’m representing you, along with the agreement we have drafted up. I’ll also go ahead and set up a meeting for all of us to talk it through,” Loki explains how this is all going to go down, “have your secretary send your schedule to mine so I can pick the date that works best.”

“Okay, I will. Once again Loki, I’m very grateful that you’re doing this for me,” Bucky tells him.

“I’m sure that’ll change once you get my bill,” Loki jokes.

Bucky lets out a boisterous laugh. He hears a crying baby in the background.

“I’ve taken enough of your time. I’ll let you get back to the family.”

“Just one last thing,” Loki says before hanging up, “Be prepared for the good, the bad, and the ugly. Things are probably going to get worse before they get better. But don’t let it get the best of you. Child custody cases really know how to bring the worse out of a person. Just try not to let it affect you. You know you’re a good father. Everyone does, including [Y/N]. At the end of the day, this is all for Daisy.”

“Thanks Lok, I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.”

“Goodnight Bucky,” Loki says.

“Goodnight,” Bucky hangs up the phone.

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“Do you have those samples for the Tanner’s kitchen remodel?” [Y/N] asks Valkyrie as she walks into her office.

“Yes, I do,” Val says, digging through the items on her desk, pulling out the samples needed, “they ended up changing the cabinet colors. Again.”

“Again?” [Y/N] sighs, “this is the third time. Are they serious about keeping this color? Because I’m headed to finalize everything with the contractor.”

“Might want to give them a call before you go.”

“Will do,” she sighs, grabbing the samples.

“Is everything okay?” Val asks, noticing [Y/N]’s stressed out look.

“Things have been a bit stressful at home,” [Y/N] says.

“What’s going on? Feel like I have no idea what’s been going on with you lately,” Val says.

“Yeah, we haven’t had a girl’s night out in awhile.”

“It’s been a couple of months,” Val says, festering to the chair in front of her desk for [Y/N] to sit.

[Y/N] takes a seat and sighs.

“So what’s wrong?” Val asks.

“Bucky and I are about to get into a custody battle.”

“Wait, what?” Val says surprised by that confession.

“Yup,” she sighs, “Bucky got a lawyer a couple of weeks ago.”

“Why? I thought things were good with your agreement?”

“So did I,” [Y/N] says, “until he mentioned wanting to have a meeting with his lawyer to discuss our agreement.”

“Why would he do that?”

“He thinks I’m going to just move and take Daisy with me without considering him.”

“Are you moving?” Val asks.

“No, I don’t plan on moving,” [Y/N] shakes her head, “at least not in the next five years. Also I wouldn’t take Daisy away from him. But he seems to think otherwise. And now things are escalating way too fast.”

“Was something just not working with your agreement?”

“He wouldn’t say. He just kept saying he has to protect himself,” [Y/N] says, “I have never once threatened to take Daisy from him. I’ve never tried to use her as a pawn. Things have always been good between us.

Things have never been this bad between us. Not in all our years of friendship.”

“I mean things were bound to change,” Val says, “especially with you getting married.”

“But me getting married doesn’t mean I’m going to take Daisy from him.”

“Yeah, but maybe he needs this as reassurance.”

“But why does it need to be this extreme?”

“He is a lawyer,” Val shrugs, “Maybe you two just need to sit down and talk it over.”

“I don’t think that’ll be a very good idea at this moment,” [Y/N] sighs, “we got into a bad argument. Clark thinks we should keep it short and anything regarding this should be discussed through our lawyers.”

Valkyrie is taken back by this information. She’s surprised Clark is having any say in this situation.

“Don’t you think that just talking through your lawyers is a bit extreme?” Val asks, hoping to maybe get [Y/N] to change her mind and just talk to Bucky.

“Maybe.”’

“Also don’t you think this should just be between you and Bucky?” Val says, “No offense to Clark, but do you think his involvement might be playing a part in all of Bucky’s frustration?”

“Maybe,” [Y/N] ponders over that thought, “Probably. Most likely.”

“Do you want Clark involved in all of this?” Val asks.

“He’s been very helpful with the whole situation,” [Y/N] says, “he set me up with his lawyer friend who will be representing me. He’s also going to be Daisy’s stepfather once we get married. So he’ll have some sort of say.”

“Yeah, that is true,” Val nods, “but you guys aren’t married right now. Do you think Bucky finds his involvement in all of this to be a bit…much?”

“I’m sure he would prefer Clark to stay out of it,” [Y/N] says, “I’m sure he sees it as Clark interfering on something that doesn’t involve him, and potentially making things worse.”

“Do you think Clark will make things worse?”

[Y/N] takes a moment to ponder the question. She knows Clark is just doing what he thinks is best for her, and he’s been so incredibly helpful and supportive through all of this. But even she knows Clark’s input will be more biased towards how he sees things and how it’ll affect them as a couple, future family.

She thinks back to being in the lawyer office and them discussing holidays. [Y/N] never wants to exclude Bucky in anything especially when it involves their daughter. So she never saw their holiday agreement as anything strange, it was their normal. She never saw it being an issue. That’s mostly because it was never an issue. She and Bucky grew up in New York, both their families are there, so it was always easy to include everyone in everything. With Clark not being from here, it does change things. She knew he wanted to say more on the holiday stuff, but chose against it. And she meant to bring it up to him, but she just doesn’t know how to go about it. Plus right now her only focus is Daisy and this thing with Bucky.

“[Y/N],” Valkyrie softly calls out, breaking [Y/N] from her thoughts.

“Sorry,” she whispers, “I think Clark just makes things more complicated.”

“In a good or bad way?”

“Both?” [Y/N] thinks out loud.

“I guess only time will tell where the scale will tip,” Valkyrie says, leaving [Y/N] to ponder more with her thoughts.

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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High School AU

Jock!Bucky x Cheerleader!Reader 🏈

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queers-gambit · 7 months

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Clingy Baby collection masterlist

a collection of varying muses labeling Reader as "clingy".

got another idea for being clingy? lemme hear it! requests CLOSED

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mostly hurt and comfort, some angst some sequels are being fleshed out

God's Plan

your boyfriend carries the worst parts of his job home, bringing to life one of your deepest-seeded insecurities. >>> or when a fight breaks out with your boyfriend, you're called clingy to your face.

pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader

word count: 3.1k+

fandom masterlist: FX's The Bear

🎭 drama 🥺 hurt 🚫 no REAL comfort 🙊 general language and content warning 🍄 toxic relationship

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part two: Two to Tango

the aftermath of Carmy's words seem to rattle him more than you.

word count: 5.4k+

🎭 drama ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💔 small angst 🧸 small fluff ☠️ discussion of deceased family member 🙊 general language and content warning 💣 relationship angst 🔏 barely edited

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Curiosity Killed The Cat

few weeks after rescuing you from a kidnapper, you overhear your boyfriend-turned-savior complain about how clingy you've become. >>> or you overhear your boyfriend call you clingy to his friends.

pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

word count: 5.1k+

fandom masterlist: Marvel

🎭 drama ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🦋 modern AU 💸 mafia AU 🙊 general language and content warning 🥊 brief depiction of physical violence and / or aggression 🫠 description of self-destruction 🔏 barely edited

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You Might Think It's Foolish

meeting your boyfriend's family for the first time creates anxiety, so, you stick to his side. at dinner, his mother calls out your clinginess - and Aemond doesn't defend you. >>> or when someone else calls you clingy and he doesn't defend you / agrees with them.

pairing: modern!Aemond Targaryen x female!reader

word count: 3.1k+

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

🎭 drama 💔 angst 🥺 hurt 🚫 no comfort 💣 relationship angst 🐝 stand alone 🙊 general language and content warning 🐍 toxic family 🍄 toxic relationship...? 🔏 barely edited

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Not All That Glitters is Gold

during your engagement dinner, you learn from your fiancé's niece that he hold choice words about you. >>> or when you find out he's been talking behind your back; calling you clingy. it comes to light during a public outing.

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x female!reader

word count: 3.1k+

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💣 relationship angst ⏳ AU timeline 🙊 general language and content warning 🔏 barely edited

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Save Me From Myself

in a moment of unparalleled anger, you learn what Joel really thinks of you.

request: Can i request joel miller for the clingy baby series!! Maybe they were traveling together w ellie and she clings to him bc he always kept her safe until he calls her clingy one day.

pairing: Joel Miller x female!reader

word count: 1.9k+

fandom masterlist: The Last of Us

⚠️ mild spoilers 🙊 general language warning 🥺 hurt 🚫 no comfort 💔 mild angst ❗️ short fic!

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crazyunsexycool · 3 months

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You should see me in a crown

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Prince!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Modern royalty AU

You were a princess.

At least that’s what your father had been telling you since the day you were born. In reality you lived in a two story house with your parents in a random neighborhood. It didn’t stop them from giving you everything you could ever want or need. From piano to dance classes, tea parties and dresses. When you grew up you were determined to go to law school and you did with their support. The one thing they never talked about was their homeland or your father’s family. They taught you all about traditions but whenever the subject was brought up they would quickly shut it down. So it wasn’t a surprise when you planned a vacation with your best friend that would take you to a few countries in Europe, including their homeland. You only wanted to have a life changing experience.

And you would.

James Buchanan Barnes was the crowned prince of his home country. He was next in line to become king. Every day that passed was a reminder of it. His parents’ words echoed in his head constantly. He needed to settle down and get married, start a family. All in the name of the crown. Bucky was more than ok doing that, he just wanted to do it with someone he loved. Yet love was the one thing royalty rarely found. His reputation of being a playboy didn’t help when it came time to settle down either. It came as no surprise that his parents became matchmakers.

Two worlds are turned completely upside down. Bucky wants a chance to find love. You desperately seek to connect to your roots. Hearts are broken and truths are revealed.

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kurozawa46 · 4 months

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A very Stucky holiday season ☆ ⋆｡°✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎ

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holylulusworld · 9 months

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Windfall

Summary: You are the last unmarried lady. A spinster.

Pairing: Royal!Stucky x Royal!Reader

Warnings: 30+ reader, modern royal au, old fashioned society when it comes to the age of unmarried women (kinda), polyamorous, throuple marriages are allowed in this world, mentions of rejection, the reader is a loner, bitchy ladies, established mlm relationship,

Square filled for @allcapsbingo: B5: Loneliness

Words: 940+

The ladies sneer when you pass them by. You don’t spare them a glance, aware that they do not like you.

People always fear what they do not understand. Like a woman who wants more in life than being her husband's arm candy.

“I don’t know why she holds her head high like that. She’s the last unmarried daughter. Even her younger sibling and almost every cousin are engaged to a gentleman. The last one will be married soon and the poor soul not getting the chance to marry one of the younger ones will settle for the windfall.”

The other women giggle at Lady Dorothy’s words. “You’re right. No one wants the old spinster. A man wants a young woman, a beautiful innocent blossom. Not a withering rose.”

You don’t take their words to heart. They are not wrong. All the gentlemen roaming your parents' house only came for your sister or the cousins your father took in after their parents passed away.

“Lady Y/N,” you sigh when Lady Sharon makes her way toward you. At least she’s kind enough to talk to you in public. “There you are!”

“My dear,” Lord Loki, Sharon’s husband greets you. He bows and presses a chaste kiss to your hand. He’s one of the few men seeing you as more than an old spinster. Loki appreciates your wit. “How have you been?”

“Fine, Lord Loki,” you reply. Unlike the other ladies in the room, you look him straight in the eyes. You’re not the kind of woman cowering in front of a man only because he has a cock between his legs. “I hope you are well too.”

“Very well,” he smiles at his wife. “My brother finally got engaged.”

“Again,” Sharon adds. “He’s a little fickle when it comes to courting for a woman. He should grow up and settle for one lady.”

“I understand him well,” you nod thoughtfully. “It isn’t easy to find the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. You should choose with your heart and mind.”

You barely escaped the nagging ladies and their gossip. Now you are hiding at the library to read another book. Loki and Sharon wouldn’t mind. They invited you to use their library when you are around and read as many books as you want to.

Nose burying in another book you don’t recognize someone sneaking inside the library.

“Stevie, you look so good today.” Your eyes flit up when you hear voices behind one of the shelves. “I can’t wait to put my hands on you.”

“Buck, we can’t. Not here.”

Frowning you listen closely. There is commotion behind the shelf, and you are sure, the men are up to no good.

You close the book and get up to find out what’s going on. If someone tries to steal Loki’s books, you will stop them at all costs.

Silently sneaking toward the shelf, you practice your speech in your mind. You’re not shy, but two men can be intimidating. Especially when they try to commit a crime.

You round the shelf, stopping in your tracks as you face the men. Your breath hitches in your throat because the men do not try to steal Loki’s books. No. They are kissing each other passionately.

You recognize the men. James Buchanan Barnes and Steven Grant Rogers. You heard rumors about them being in a relationship but never talked to them before.

You swallow thickly. What can you do? Say something? Tell them to not do such a thing at Loki’s library.

The only thing you can do is turn back around and walk toward the armchair to read your book. If you leave the library now, they will know you saw them. If you say something, they will get mad.

So, you sit back down, open your book, and start reading. You can still hear them kiss and moan but try to blend the noises they make out. It’s inappropriate to listen to their lovemaking. Not to mention sinful and forbidden.

You close your eyes and bite your lower lip. Their moans go straight to your lower half, the sacred garden you only touch at night, hidden in your bedroom.

“Aw, Bucky. Look at that pretty angel touching herself for us. Do you think we should help her out?”

Your eyes snap open as you feel eyes on you. You didn’t realize that the book slipped from your fingers and that you bunched up your skirt to slip your hand into your panties.

“I-no. I didn’t,” you lick your dry lips. “I wouldn’t… no. This is a misunderstanding.” You furiously shake your head.

The men watch your move your fingers, smirking as you cannot stop yourself from touching your clit.

“Doll, you are rubbing your sweet pearl for us, huh?” Bucky’s eyes are glued to your spread legs. “Tell me, did you like watching Stevie and me?”

You nod.

“Did it make your petals all wet?” Steve husks. “Did you touch yourself because you wanted us to touch you?”

You nod again.

“Stevie,” Bucky whispers lowly. “Do you know who she is? The angel no one dared to marry. It’s said that she’s a fiery little thing. Untamable and mouthy.”

“I’m not!” You grunt. “How dare you say such a thing!”

“Fiery and naughty, my beloved,” Steve cups his lover’s face to kiss him deeply. He moans into Bucky’s mouth, making you gasp loudly. “I guess she needs two strong pairs of hands to tame her.”

“Indeed,” Bucky smirks. “I bet her father will be so happy when she gets married to not one but two Lords making her an honest woman…”

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the sargeant's tattoos | b.b.

SUMMARY: It's a lazy morning in bed, and your boyfriend has new tattoos, which means inspection. Bucky lets you do your thing, as always.

🏷️ Established relationship, fluff, body worship. WC: [2.2k].| 📑 This work is part of a series called Coming In Hot, but it can be read as a stand alone. This is specially for the nonnie that missed it. Mwah.

"Can you get back up here?" You giggle. "I wanna see the new one. You said it's healed. Lemme see, Sargeant."

Bucky's got a thing for your legs, he tells you all the time, but the amount of time he's willing to spend sometimes kneeling on the floor just because your bed is basically on the floor is ridiculous sometimes.

He looks up at you, rubbing his scruff on your calf and smiling with the same indecency in his eyes he had when he first walked in and saw you sprawling across the bed with a book in your hands and only your newest sundress—pure want, mixed with devious thoughts and even more devilish intent.

"I like it down here," Bucky answers. He puts on a cute pout, and you grab him by his hair. The soft and now longer strands are perfect for pulling, and you smile with your jaw hanging open at the fact that this bastard hisses with a smile on his face at the strength you use. "Ow. So you get to trace my tattoos for as long as you'd like—ow, woman, god, you're hot when you're needy little this," Bucky's laughter tastes somehow even better when he presses it against your mouth. "But. If I spend half an hour sucking bruises on your legs, I can't? I don't like that. Doesn't sound that fair to me."

You're successful in pulling him back in bed with you.

"I just miss you," you whine. You kiss him back when Bucky dives for several small pecks, holding his head there, as close to you as possible. "And your tattoos are up there with my favorite art pieces. You know that. You also gave me full permission to ogle them for as much as you want, so..." you shrug your shoulders.

Bucky scrunches his nose, then lets all of his weight drop on you.

Your body lets out an 'oof' sound when he does that, but you wrap your legs around his waist even though you can barely breathe.

In a mocking tone of military order, Bucky says. "Tell me I can go back to my duty of honor after you're done with your starin'."

"No!" Bucky's heavy, and if he makes you laugh this is over before it starts. "You said we're gonna go watch a movie, Buck."

"Don't whine at me, darlin'. Tell me I can do it or else I'll just crush you to death," he insists, wiggling his body for good measure.

Muscle.

Your boyfriend left the military many years ago — thank everything that's real — and his only exercises involve a lot more aerobics than you'd like to think of at any given time, but he's also a mechanic.

One who loves what he does, who's always doing the most himself. You've seen him lift things in that car shop you were sure were a part of the decor, and it shows.

"If you stay on top of me like that for one more minute I'm gonna lick your face, Barnes."

The threat almost sounds real, but Bucky knows how to recognize weakness in your voice when he hears it better than anyone.

He leans closer to your face. "Tell me," he whispers, inches away from your lips.

"Fine. You can go back to whatever you want between my legs," you exhale heavily. Oh, what a cruel hand you'd been dealt with. "Now off. On the bed, face down." You wiggle your eyebrows.

A deal's a deal, so Bucky gets off.

Smiling because he's won what he wants, too, but all that matters right now is finally getting the time to look.

When he arrived earlier at your place, you'd been so lost in the ocean of sadness, longing, and desperate need to see him, be near him, kiss him, taste him feel him rub on him gasp his name have him writhing and begging for you, begging for him right back, Bucky BuckyBucky—there was time for nothing else.

Barely a hello.

His working clothes were still somewhere close to your front door, with grease on them and a button missing, most likely.

You hated residency.

Hated being away from him, the boys — your boys — and hated even more that the limited time you had was often wasted doing stupid, grown-up shit.

You missed and loved Bucky Barnes each more every day, ever since the day he welcomed you into his shop and fixed your Baby, and being away from him felt like torture at times.

Specially when he got a new tattoo.

Bucky laid with his stomach on the mattress, wiggled his hips a few times to get comfortable, and placed a pillow under his head.

"Go ahead," he muttered, resting his cheek on your silk pillowcase and casting his blue eyes on you.

You climbed on top of him this time, sitting on his ass.

"Pain level?" You ask.

The first of many questions, as he well knows.

"Mmm. A solid five. The parts closest to the ribs were the worst," he answers.

Your fingertips start tracing the lines of the tattoo that so far you had only seen through pictures.

There was not an ounce of a lie in your previous statements to Bucky:

All his tattoos were art.

This new one was no exception.

"Time?" You ask.

"Seven hours with a few breaks here and there," Bucky answers.

You whistle. "That's impressive, Sargeant."

He chuckles. "It's not that painful," he states.

"So you say," you tease him.

Bucky's still daydreaming about the day you'll allow him to pay for a tattoo on you, and the day is yet to arrive.

The art he puts on him makes him look like art as well.

It was the first thing you said back when at the beginning of the relationship you had a chance to truly look at his tattoos. To lay on his chest and analyze them from up-close without feeling like you were invading the privacy of what they meant.

Each tattoo Bucky had held personal meaning to him — unlike his best friend, Steve, who had a bunch of random (and beautiful) shit permanently drawn on many parts of his body — and it took no genius to figure out Bucky would rather chomp his own feet off than talk about it with anyone.

You knew from stories of the boys that Bucky had the habit of giving people the bluntest answers he'd given on the times they all traveled to the beach and the rare occasions when someone saw him shirtless and asked about his very sick tattoos.

How could you blame those people?

On his right side, drawn across his ribs, there was a raven taking flight. A very realistic one about the size of an adult man's hands spread wide open.

"That's my dad's favorite bird. He liked the poem by Poe—very on the nose, I know. But I like it, too. It's funny this is the first one you ask about 'cause... this was the first one I got."

Unlike with others, Bucky had no problem talking to you.

He told you about the raven, about Saturn on his chest, and the story his mother told him when he was a kid about how she had a guardian angel who picked up rocks and asteroids straight from the planet of Saturn only on the special occasion of her birthday, and how his mother started to give him her special "Saturn stone" to him whenever he felt anxious.

"She said it wouldn't give me superpowers, but that it had superpowers and I had to trust it would just be whatever I need to face off the challenge I was anxious about, and... it worked." That explanation had been so beautiful you told him it made you want to get Saturn's rings tattooed on you, and that had made Bucky laugh. "It's a nice magic thing to believe in. You know... back in the desert, sometimes... I would just pick up any stone, close my eyes, and pretend it was a Saturn ring. Carry it around in my pocket like a lucky charm."

Before the newest addition, Saturn had been your favorite of all his pieces.

Bucky also had tattooed on his left chest a hyper-real android thing that made it look like he was part robot on the inside.

"This one was just after I learned how to accept this," he'd told you, wiggling his prosthetic arm. "Learning how to feel okay with the new me and all that yadda."

Then, there was the constellation.

Wrapping around the left-wing on the back of his left shoulder there was the constellation of Cassiopeia.

"It was... this was Kim's favorite." The sound of Bucky's lost battalion member might be closed, but the scar of losing a loved one was forever. "Stars and stuff like that was the first thing that got him talking back then. You know how he was intimidated by Stevie and I..." You recalled seeing the fondness and the obvious infatuation still visible in Bucky's eyes when talking about Kim, and all it made was bring you this wave of sadness of knowing you'd never be able to meet someone who made Bucky feel so happy. "It was the first thing we really talked about. And we could talk about it for hours."

After you two started dating, Bucky got a new one a few months after on the back of his right shoulder in the same conceptual style as this newest piece.

It was a quote from Wuthering Heights.

Be with me always. Take any form—Drive me mad!

The quote stood between an anatomically correct heart and a book.

Seconds before showing you, Bucky had stood on your bedroom door playing with his fingers and hair, trying to figure out what to say. Then, he had just closed his mouth, took off his shirt and come to sit next to you in bed in complete silence.

When you read the quote, all you could see was your Instagram post.

He had sat and waited for you to find your own words, and it took you a while.

"It's gorgeous."

Bucky had looked at you, smiling so softly it hurt. "An ode to love."

"Is it?"

"It is. It turns out... that there is such thing as a love you'd want forever."

That day was one of your favorites. Ever.

Today, though, you stand there sitting on your favorite seat with your fingers tracing the new conceptual art on his back.

There were a lot of things, but the main connection was time, and in the other lines, you recognized little things that each traced back to one of the boys from his group. To Steve, Sam, Peter, Gabe, Morita—even Kim was there if you paid close attention to details.

It was gorgeous.

Then, you noticed that the dismantled machine on one of the edges of the tattoo was a 1959 Cadillac.

Your Cadillac.

"Bucky..."

"Ah. She found it," he says with a laugh, talking to himself. With a look up, you see Bucky twisting his neck a little just to look at you. "You like it?"

Like it?

To be included in his vision of... what? Family? Love? All the things that time brought to him and mattered?

Your answer is to close the distance between your bodies and press your lips on his. Bucky sighs softly, kissing you back and trying to hold onto his smile.

"I love you so much," you whisper to him. I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry. To fulfill that, you focus on kissing him some more. "I love how the art on you makes you even sexier. It should be fucking illegal, to be honest, but it's the best eye candy ever so I do not care."

"I'm eye candy?" Bucky asks, laughing again.

You nod. "You know you are." And... there it is. The blush on his cheeks as he shakes his head, trying to play coy or argue with you when he knows it's useless. Caressing his face, you sing the praises your lips are used to. "Beautiful, pretty, gorgeous Sargeant," they're as familiar as the taste of his mouth by now, and how much he seems to drink them in is all that you ever want to see at the end of the day.

Bucky blinks heavily, smiling so hard his cheeks must be hurting.

Then, he opens those hypnotizing blue orbs and leans in to sensually touch his lips on yours.

"And she wonders why I love to spend time between these legs," he hums in feign disapproval.

There's a sharp slap on the side of your thigh, and you yelp.

Bucky's smile turns devious.

"You've done your ogling. Time to stick to your word, darlin'."

He's right.

This time, it's you who sighs before lying down. "Yes, Sarge."

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Hi!! Was wondering if you had recs for Bucky and reader fake dating??

Fake Dating / Marriage

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Keeping Score by @all1e23

After hearing you begging Steve to pretend to be your fake boyfriend to keep your family off your back, Bucky quickly jumps at the chance to play your boyfriend even though you��re a hundred percent sure he hates you. What could possibly go wrong?

the right partner by @bucky-bucket-barnes

You and Bucky have always possessed a complicated history, and even more strained relationship with one another. Begrudgingly, you're sent out on a mission with Barnes where you two are posing as a newly wed couple. In an effort to investigate the consistent disappearance of young women in a certain neighborhood, you find yourselves forced to confront a whirlwind of emotions.

Suburbia by @wkemeup

Posing as husband and wife, you and Bucky infiltrate a quaint suburban neighborhood in search of a Hydra hacker. Perhaps if you weren’t so in love with him and he hadn’t broken your heart, the act of pretending wouldn’t hurt so much.

where do we go from here by @barnesafterglow

when you agree to be bucky's date for his sister's wedding - and his fake girlfriend for the weekend - you're expecting a good time with your best friend. but things may never go back to normal

Fake It Till You Make It by @buckyalpine

Fake dating solves everything… right?

A Little Longer by @buckyalpine

It’s just a little lie.

Crossing The Line by @jadedvibes

After your friends set you up on a blind date with your sworn enemy, you both drunkenly decide to mess with them by making a bet to see who can pretend to be a happy couple the longest.

annoying neighbors and fake boyfriends | 2 by @lovelybarnes

“You stayed over at my place one night but my nosy, annoying neighbour saw you leave. They always get on my case about being single so I told them that we’re dating to show them”

Undercover by @buckysknifecollection

You and Bucky go on an undercover mission, where you need to pretend to be married. You are close to solving the case when Bucky decides he’s done pretending.

Make Believe on Christmas Eve by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

When your family insists you bring your [nonexistent] long-term boyfriend over for Christmas, you panic. You hadn’t expected to be put in this situation; you never thought you’d actually have to bring “him” over.

Stop flirting with the staff by @writingsoftheloser

You and Bucky go undercover to stop the sale of a very important device.

The Karen’s of the World by @espinosaurusrexex

Aunt Karen is possibly the worst person you know. So when her annual Independence Day party arrives, you try to give her as little reason to pick on you as possible. Not being single for once should cover most of the topics she complains about. So you ask your friend Bucky to play pretend.

Tis the damn season by @starrysebastians

On the first post-blip Thanksgiving, you find yourself having to reunite with your parents and your heart is not in it — Sam persuades you to take Bucky with you, and this might be an opportunity for you two to get to know each other.

SERIES

The Holiday Hack by @gogolucky13

You ask Bucky to be your stand-in boyfriend for your family’s Christmas party.

Breaking The Rules by @redgillan

You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Best Boyfriend You’ve Ever Had by @language-rxgers

When you find out your sister is getting married and expects you to bring a date to her wedding in two months, you panic, having not gone on so much as a coffee date with a guy in far too long. After all, being an Avenger doesn’t leave too much time for a life outside of work. So, when your best friend, none other than the James Buchanan Barnes himself, offers to pretend to be your boyfriend and plus one, how can you refuse? It seems like something that would come out of a movie. However, real life is never like the movies, and stories like this never go as planned.

Stepping Up by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

When Steve can’t go with you to your cousin’s wedding, he sends Bucky in his place. What happens when more than one person assume you’re dating?

Picture Perfect by @writingsoftheloser

When Steve asks his collegue to be his fake girlfriend, she accepts, thinking nothing could really go wrong. Then, she meets Steve’s best friend.

-> this is not bucky and reader fake dating but it’s one of my favorite fics so I included it!

Worst Idea Ever by @firefly-in-darkness

Wedding Season is brutal as it is but throw in two friends that decide to be each other’s plus ones and a mixed bag of feelings, what's the worst that could happen?

Heart to a Gunfight by @lailannajacobs

You didn’t want to help Bucky Barnes make it through the party by pretending to be his fake girlfriend, after all, you had just met him. You also didn’t plan on the charade lasting as long as it did.

am i more than you bargained for? by @morsmordre-writes

Bucky has an unwanted secret admirer, so naturally you pretend to be his girlfriend until it blows over. Will someone catch feelings? Will they be absolute idiots about it all? Will they live happily ever after? We may never know.

Almost Had Me Believing It by @tuiccim

An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes' wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise.

A Certain Romance by @wienerbarnes

With the threat of yet another bad date at the result of Sam Wilson’s meddling, Bucky’s desperate to find a solution. As are you, another victim to Sam’s failed matchmaking. The two of you come up with a genius plan: pretend to date each other in order to escape the poking and prying nose of the Falcon.

The Proposal by @toomanyrobins2

Y/N Arnaud is the liaison to the Avengers, but she’s also a French citizen. After a couple mistakes, her visa application is denied. Even though they can’t stand each other, Bucky offers to marry her in order to keep her visa status in the U.S. and avoid deportation.

Follow My Lead by @ciarawritesmarvel

You and your new friend Wanda are enjoying a day together at the Avengers Tower, her giving you a tour around the place when you both run into the infamous Bucky Barnes. Moments later, he’s introducing you to Sam as his girlfriend and placing a kiss on your temple and you’re not sure you’ve ever been so confused in your life.

Where Dreams Go To Die by @insomniumstella

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angstysebfan · 2 years

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The One Where He Needs To Choose - 4

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

AU: Modern

Chapter Summary: Bucky needs to live with the consequences of his decision. Also I made a mistake last chapter. Bucky did not moan the readers name during sex, just in his sleep. I originally had it during sex and changed it but missed a sentence. So sorry!!!

A/N: So I came up with this story based off of an episode of Friends. I’m sure if you know Friends you will figure out which one eventually. It’s not a replica of the episode, but based on the subject. Hope you enjoy!

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It’s been a few days since Bucky ended his friendship with you, and to say he was miserable was a true understatement. God he hates himself for what he has done. He hates every decision he has made over the last 5 years, hell longer than that! But now he needs to face the consequences, and boy are they deep.

Sam and Steve both called him and ripped him a new one after hearing what he did to you. They then informed him that their girls (Sharon and Wanda) don’t want to see him or Natasha anymore. While Sam and Steve will see occasionally see him, alone, he knows he has lost or altered all his friendships, and the thought makes what is left of his heart shatter more.

You’re not doing great either. You have barely left your bed since it happened. You’re still in shock that you lost him. You lost not just the love of your life, but your person. The one who was there through it all. All the heartbreaks, the parent deaths, the good, bad, ugly. The one you depended on and who depended on you above all others.

Sharon and Wanda have been over every day since, to help you and be there for you. The expressed their anger and told you they will never speak to either of them again. After a few days Sam and Steve also came over and expressed how upset they are for you. You’re glad they aren’t cutting Bucky off completely, but respect them for wanting boundaries after this.

One night you had the whole gang over, well they kinda invited themselves. They hoped it would make you feel better to be surrounded by your friends, but in the end it made you sadder, since a key member of your friend group was missing. God, you missed him. You hated yourself for feeling so sad, but it was like a limb was missing. You’re in mourning, and you know you will eventually get angry, but right now you’re just sad.

After about 3 weeks you finally start getting into your new normal. While the pain of losing Bucky is still there, you are at least able to function. You decide to invite everyone out to the bar. It’s the one your group were regulars at. In fact you all sit in the same section every time you go. It’s reserved just for you. You’re happy to finally get out of the apartment, see your friends, laugh, and who knows, maybe find a hook up to get yourself out of this funk.

While you’re all sitting there, you notice Steve’s face pale as he faces the door. You turn and see Bucky and Natasha walk in, hand in hand. You quickly turn away, look at everyone and excuse yourself to the bathroom. When you walk in you look at yourself in the mirror and talk yourself out of your possible panic attack. After a few moments you start to feel better and walk out to see Bucky standing alone with your group, looking rather uncomfortable.

You both lock eyes, and you feel a mix of anxiety and comfort at the same time. It’s then that you suddenly realize how much pain this man has put you through over the course of your life. You don’t know what it is in this moment that makes you shift from sadness to anger, but you allow it to happen.

“Y/N, hey,” he says softly. He feels he can finally breath again after finally looking at you. He knows he has missed you immensely, but seeing you for the first time, makes him realize how much he actually has missed you. He knows he made a grave mistake and doesn’t know if he will ever be able to fix it.

“Barnes. Are you staying or leaving to back to your wife. I just want to make sure she doesn’t cause a scene that I’m in the same bar,” you say with some sharpness in your tone.

Bucky’s eyes widen, “Um... She-she is over at a high top table. I just came over to say hi, and...”

“Well you said it, now please excuse us. We were enjoying ourselves,” you say interrupting him.

The rest of the group looks at Bucky and sees the pain in his face, but say nothing. You however are no longer looking at him, and sit back in your seat. Bucky looks around the group and sees the girls are not focused on you, and the guys are shaking their head at this situation. Bucky silently retreats from the people that were once his family, the people he used to count on, the people he pushed away from because he was stupid. He retreats from the love of his life that can barely look at him now.

He walks back to Natasha who is sitting with her friends. He sits and listens to them gossip about people he doesn’t even know. Meanwhile he looks over at his friends and wishes more than anything that he could be there with them. With you. He feels like the group of you and your friends was his old happy life, and the group he is sitting with now is his new miserable life. It’s his fault, and he knows it.

But can he fix it?

The next morning was Saturday, and you enjoyed the laziness of the day. After you laid in bed for awhile, you got up to watch some shows you’ve missed. After about an hour of TV you heard a knock at the door. You get up to answer and when you open the door the breath leaves your lungs.

“Hi,” Bucky says sheepishly, barely able to look you in the eye.

It reminds you of the day he ended your friendship and allows the anger to light up again.

“What do you want?�� you hiss.

“I was hoping we could talk for a second. There is so much that I need to say, and apologize for,” he says.

You stare at him for a moment, contemplating shutting the door in his face, but a part of you wants to hear what he has to say. You silently open the door wider and allow him access into your apartment. He walks in and sits on his chair.

“You’re free to take that chair, by the way. I was going to sell it,” you say.

Bucky looks down in shame and then back at you with tears in his eyes. You’re surprised that it has little effect on you.

“Yea, I don’t blame you. I’m sure you want to burn every memory of me, and you should. I-I’m so...” Bucky stops, wipes his tears, and takes a deep breath. “I’m so fucking sorry for everything, Y/N. I should have never allowed Natasha to dictate who I can be friends with. Especially with you! You’re the most important person in the world to me. I...” he stops and sighs.

“I’m getting a divorce. We- after the bar, we had a big fight. I never should have married her. I was stupid and because of my actions I lost my friends, my wife, and the... the love of my life,” he says the last part quietly.

“If Natasha is the love of your life, than why divorce her?” you ask.

“I’m not talking about Natasha,” Bucky says looking you straight in the eye.

You stand up and start pacing, the anger inside you burning. “So let me get this straight. You’re telling me that you’re in love with me? You dated and married someone else, you ended your friendship with me because of that person, and yet you’re in love with me?!” you yelled.

Bucky winced, “I know I’m an idiot! I’m an asshole, and I get why you’re pissed. You deserve to be, you deserve to hate me. I-I’ve been in love with you forever, but I never thought you felt the same. I married Natasha because I didn’t think you would want me! I was stupid and I hurt everyone because I’m too chicken shit,” he says.

“Surely, you had to know I’ve been in love with you forever! I mean Bucky, I’ve hated every girlfriend you’ve had. Hell they hated me!” you yell as you pace.

Suddenly a thought comes to your head and you stop and look at him, “My ex’s. They all said you made them uncomfortable, and I thought it was just our friendship, but was there more that I don’t know?” you ask.

Bucky looks down in shame, knowing you’re not going to react well, “I-I uh, I mean...” he stutters.

“Oh my god, Bucky! I’ve been supportive of every fucking relationship you’ve been in, even though I didn’t like them. I never tried to make them feel uncomfortable cause your happiness was everything to me!” you yell and start to cry. “But you have ruined every single relationship I’ve had, except Jeremy, and then you go off and marry someone else?! And you have the gall to tell me it’s cause you love me? That’s not love!” you yell.

“I’m sorry. I would get jealous and say something stupid thinking I would finally tell you how I feel, but then I would chicken out! I didn’t know you felt the same way. You never told me!” he says.

You stop for a second and the fire inside you starts to die. He’s right. You didn’t say anything either. “We’re both idiots, then,” you say as you finally deflate and sit down.

Bucky looks at you, “I’m the bigger one. I hurt a woman who I vowed to be with forever, and I hurt you. I thought if I couldn’t have you, then Natasha was a good second choice. I never took her feelings into consideration which shows was a fucking asshole I am. Though she knew it and still married me,” he says shaking his head.

“She knew?” you ask.

“Yeah, that’s why she told me to end my friendship with you. She knew how much I loved you. I apparently dream about you a lot and called out to you in my sleep. She thought if you were out of the picture that... maybe we could be ok. I was an idiot to agree. I know I hurt you in more ways than one, and I am so sorry, Y/N,” he says.

You look at him and see that he means what he is saying. The fight in you is completely gone now, and a broken heart is all that’s in it’s wake.

“I know you’re sorry Buck. I know. But, you really hurt me. I can’t just...” you stop as tears start to fall.

Bucky gets up and moves next to you on the couch, “I know it might take some time, but please. I’m begging you to let me make things right with us. Let me prove to you how sorry I am,” he says.

You look at him for a moment before leaning in and doing what you’ve wanted to do for years. You kiss him softly on the lips. After a moment the kiss turns more passionate, but you break it before it can go too far. You open your eyes and see Bucky looking even more hopeful.

“I can’t just forgive you, Buck. It’s going to take a long time, and even then I don’t know if I will ever forgive you for breaking my heart. You broke me, Bucky. You were the one that was supposed to always be there for me, but you left me. I honestly don’t know if there is a way back from that,” you say.

Tears are pooling down Bucky’s face as he takes in what you’re saying. He was hoping that after your talk you both would at least be on a path to redemption, but you are now telling him that it may never happen. How could have done this to you? He hates himself for this.

“I know you’re sorry, and while I may forgive you at some point, I honestly don’t know if we will ever be able to be what we were or more, ever. I love you. I love you so much that I can barely breath, but that’s what made your decision hurt so much. Because if you really loved me, like you claim, you couldn’t have hurt me to the extent that you did.

You really broke me. I couldn’t get up out of bed for 2 weeks. I barely ate. Hell, our friends had to force me to do anything. Sharon and Wanda were here daily, making sure I was taking care of myself. So, while I know you’re sorry, I just can’t imagine ever trusting you again,” you say.

Bucky breaks down and sobs next to you. The weight of what you went through because of him, and the fact that he can’t fix it weighing heavily on him. He has ruined his own life, and while he is sure after some time you will come out of this better and will have a happy life, he also knows he will never be happy again. And that will be his cross to bear, his punishment for his stupidity.

After he finally calms down, Bucky gets up and walks to your door. He turns and looks at you one more time, “I am truly sorry,” he says.

You nod, “Yea, me too,” you say.

He nods, opens the door and leaves. When he gets to his car, he sits there for an unknown amount of time, and just cries. You also cry but call the girls to tell them what’s happened. You also ask Steve and Sam to check on him, and make sure he is ok.

After hanging up you sit there and replay everything. You know you’re right about it all, and while you wish you could just accept his apology and take him back, you also know in your heart that you will never trust him to not hurt you again.

So you allow yourself another cry and decide it was finally time to move on from James Bucky Barnes. While maybe in the future you can allow him back in your life in some capacity, you know it will never be the same.

Ok, so.... I had an idea but decided to hold off on an alternate ending instead. I know how I wanted to end things, but I didn’t want to do the same shit I do every time, so I hope you enjoyed this, maybe it broke your heart, maybe you are pumping your fist in the air cause she finally stood up for herself. Whatever your reaction is, I will put my original idea next for an alternate ending, and then you can decide which one you like better.... lmao! Feedback is appreciated.

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Soak with Me

Pairing: Bartender!Neighbor!Bucky x artist!reader (intended female reader)

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: Bucky didn’t use to love baths, but with you? How could he not?

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, Bucky is a menace, fingering, naked people in a bath, fluff, Bucky’s in love

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Baths weren't really something Bucky did very often, only succumbing to them when he'd had a particularly grueling day and his muscles needed to relax. He'd fill the tub with hot water and throw in some bath salts, the green ones that filled the air with eucalyptus, menthol, and spearmint, and let his body relax in the hot water until he deemed himself fine again before getting out.

Now that he had you though, baths had sort of become a staple in his life.

It started when you were studying for finals. You were hunched over the coffee table, your legs folded up under you as you studied flash cards and gripped your head in frustration. The tea he'd made you sat to the side, untouched and cold, and he could see the angry tears starting to build along your lashes.

He'd disappeared down the hall, drawn a bath, and came back to pull you from your studies. You didn't put up much of a fight, but you did argue that you didn't have enough time for his antics. He shushed you, pulling you into the small bathroom by the seam of your shirt.

"Just give me ten minutes with you, sugar," he'd said, "then I'll leave ya alone." And how could you say no to him? So, you'd relented.

You let him strip you down and help you into the bath before you tugged on his hand, asking him to join you. Bucky hadn't even planned on it, he was going to let you relax and bring you a new cup of tea and even wash your hair for you if you'd let him. But to join you - fuck.

He nodded, stripping himself down before sliding in behind you, holding you as you leaned against him and finally let your body relax after days of studying.

You'd never let him keep you there too long, though he could always tell how you didn't want to return to your studies, but he wasn't going to be the one to hold you back from acing your finals.

Now, as you laid with your back to his chest, you didn't have a deadline looming over you. There was no exam or final paper waiting for your attention as you let the warm water envelop you. You could stay here, wrapped up in his arms, as long as you liked.

You'd convinced him some time ago to get some new bath salts, though it didn't take much convincing, and now the water smelled like lavender. But really, you had a different scent for each day of the week if you wished to use them as such.

The tub wasn't very large - apartment tubs never were, but Bucky didn't mind having you pressed against him like you were. His shoulders and his knees poked up above the water line, but as long as you were mostly submerged and warm, it didn't matter. He wasn't in here for him, he was here for you. To spend time with you, to help you relax, to feel you.

Your head was resting back against his shoulder as his hands lazily roamed your skin under the water, feeling every dip and fold as they went. Your head turned and you pressed your face into his neck as you hummed and Bucky couldn't contain the smirk that grew on his lips.

A light feeling filled his chest, making him feel giddy.

He loved how you made him feel. He knew he wasn't necessarily old, but you made him feel young again - adventurous. You made him feel more like himself than he had in a long time. Like he was that twenty-something year old running around Brooklyn causing trouble and pulling his best friend out of back alley fights. Like he was still the 'ladies man.' Not like he was starting to sport grays in his hair.

You'd actually told him you preferred the grays, saying it made him look sophisticated. He wanted to dye the offending hairs back to brunette, but he just couldn't after hearing you talk about them the way you did and seeing the way your gaze held such fondness and lust when you told him how you liked it.

Your breath tickled against his neck as you sighed into his skin, melting into him as he got lost in the skin of your thighs. He didn't know how you kept your skin so soft all the time but it always beckoned him closer. He would always try to just make you feel good, massaging or tickling your skin to help you relax, but when your skin was as soft as yours, he couldn't help it if his hands wandered a little too much.

The hitch in your breath as his fingers ghosted over your folds threw gas on the fire that had lit in his chest and tugged at the corners of his mouth. Your body always responded so well to his touch, your hips chasing his fingers as he teasingly pulled them away, dragging them up the inside of your thigh again.

He loved that you let him do practically whatever he wanted to you.

It took sometime to get to that point - he didn't want to scare you off by how much he'd become obsessed with you and your body and the noises he could pull from you, whether it be by his fingers, his cock, or his tongue. But once you finally got it through his thick skull that he didn't need to ask to touch you - god it was a game changer for him. With your patience and encouragement, he'd grown more confident in himself again. Confident in the way he enjoyed loving you. In the way he loved fucking you.

While continuing to tease you by making another pass across your clit, his other hand came up to wrap around one of your breasts, grasping it and using it to pull you even closer into him. Your breath fanned across his neck, causing a wave of goosebumps to spread over his exposed shoulders as his fingers dragged down your thigh again, this time pushing through your folds to prod at your core.

The moan that left your lips and buzzed against his neck was sinful as he circled his fingers, not quite giving you what you wanted while your hands gripped his legs.

"You want this here?" He asked, pressing his lips into your temple as he brushed his thumb over your clit, "Or in bed?"

He watched your eyes flutter open and the lust that darkened them was enough to have him swallowing around his suddenly dry throat. He could feel your heart thumping in your chest with his hand that now laid across your sternum and the blood that was rushing in his ears was almost deafening as he waited for your answer.

Just because he was waiting for a verbal response though, doesn't mean he was going to stop.

You opened your mouth to reply but nothing came out as he sunk two fingers in and he watched your eyes flutter, trying to stay open and on him.

"C'mon, sugar," he smirked while slowly dragging his fingers across your walls and pressing the palm of his hand against your clit, earning another moan from you, "What's it gonna be?"

Your hand let go of his leg and moved up to grab his hand on your sternum, moving it to wrap around your throat as you looked up at him, and he suddenly knew one thing was very clear.

Baths were very important to Bucky now.

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Speak Now *sequel to The Kids Will Be Alright*

Chapter 7

Single dad!Bucky, Single mom!Reader, Clark Kent x Reader; Hybrid Social Media AU

Warnings: just pure angst.

Word Count: 2574 Masterlist

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Clark stood there holding [Y/N], while she quietly cries, after ending the phone call with Bucky.

“I can’t believe he would do this to me,” she cries.

“He won’t,” Clark tries to reassure her, “We’ll make sure he doesn’t take her away. Okay?”

“I can’t lose her, Clark.”

“And you won’t,” Clark tells her, “Not if we beat him to the punch.”

“What do you mean?” She sniffles, pulling herself slightly back to look up at Clark.

“He hasn’t filed anything yet, so all we need to do is file before he does,” Clark explains to her, “I know a few family lawyers, they’re really good. I can make a few calls.”

[Y/N] pauses. She takes a moment to think it through.

“Are you sure that’s the only thing we can do?” [Y/N] asks.

“If we don’t want to lose Daisy, yeah I think we have to.”

“Okay,” she agrees, “then let’s do it.”

“I’ll go make those calls. Do you have any idea who Bucky’s lawyer might be?”

“I’m assuming someone from work, in family law. Bucky has a lot of connections in the law world,” [Y/N] says, as she feels her anxiety rising once again.

“Okay. Do you know who he might get?”

“No,” she shakes her head.

Daisy walks into the kitchen. Clark and [Y/N] immediately stop their conversation. Daisy glances between the both adults. She notices [Y/N]’s sullen expression.

“Is everything okay Mommy?” Daisy asks, looking straight at [Y/N], who is trying to look away and wipe her tears.

“Yeah, I just smashed my finger, but I’m all good,” she turns back around and gives Daisy a tight smile, “dinner will be ready soon.”

“Okay, can you help me finish my coloring please?” She asks [Y/N].

“Clark can help you color while I finish dinner,” she tells Daisy.

“Oh, but I wanted you to help me please,” she pleaded.

[Y/N] notices the pleading look in Daisy’s eyes. She turns to Clark, “do you mind finishing up dinner?”

“Yeah of course,” she smiles at her.

[Y/N] takes Daisy’s hand and leads her to the living room. She sat on the floor with Daisy and colored with her.

“I like when you color with me mommy,” Daisy says, smiling at her.

“Me too,” [Y/N] smiles back at her.

[Y/N] ponders over what Bucky had told her regarding Daisy. She looks over at her young daughter.

She starts to realize that she has been a bit MIA when it comes to solo quality time with Daisy.

Then when she really starts to think about it all, she never truly asked Daisy what she thinks about the whole situation with her and Clark getting married.

Before she can ask Daisy anything, Clark walks out of the kitchen.

“Dinner’s ready,” he smiles.

“Daisy, can you go wash your hands please,” [Y/N] tells her.

Daisy scurries off, as Clark and [Y/N] go set the table.

“I have a lawyer friend that can meet with us tomorrow,” he tells her, “does that work for you?”

“Yeah, it does. Thank you again,” she smiles.

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“Why aren’t you taking me to ballet?” Daisy asks [Y/N] through the mirror, while [Y/N] does her hair in a bun.

“I have a very important meeting,” she tells him, “But Grandma and Grandpa are going to take you. Isn’t that going to be fun?”

“I guess,” Daisy sighed.

“I promise when I get home, we can go get ice cream, okay?” [Y/N] tells her, hoping it would cheer her up.

She really hates that she’s going to miss Daisy’s ballet class, especially since it’s her weekend. After last night she’s been stuck with this gut feeling that she is neglecting Daisy a bit too much the last couple of months. But Clark was able to get this last minute meeting with a lawyer, so she feels obligated to go. Especially if Bucky might be threatening to get full custody of Daisy.

“Okay,” Daisy forced a smile.

Before [Y/N] could say anything else the doorbell rang.

“Grandma and Grandpa are here,” Clark called out.

“Ready?”

“Yeah,” Daisy nodded her head, and hopped down from her stool and walked out of the restroom with [Y/N] following her.

[Y/N] and Clark walk Daisy and [Y/N]’s parents out, before they all go their separate ways.

Clark and [Y/N] make their way into the heart of Manhattan. They stopped at a nice big building, and made their way up to the Prince Law offices.

The elevator doors open and they’re greeted by a slick modern looking law office.

“Hi, we’re here to see Miss Diana Prince,” Clark tells the receptionist.

She points them in the direction of Prince’s office.

As they walk in the direction, they’re immediately greeted by a young redhead outside of Diana Prince’s office.

“Clark Kent, do my eyes deceive me?” The young gorgeous redhead greeted him.

“Hello Barbara,” he smiled and greeted her with a hug, “It’s been awhile.”

“You don’t say,” she says, subtly trying to check him out.

[Y/N] notices the way Barbara checks out an oblivious Clark. She couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward. Almost like she shouldn’t be there.

[Y/N] hasn’t really met too many of Clark’s friends. Whenever she would ask about his friends, he would simply say how they’re always out of town, most of them being journalists like himself. She didn’t think too much of it, until this very moment.

“Barbara, this is my fiancé [Y/F/N]. [Y/N] this is Barbara Gordon, she’s Diana’s assistant,” Clark introduces the women.

“So you’re the lucky lady that gets to call Clark your’s,” she teases.

“I guess so,” [Y/N] says, forcing a smile, and trying not to show her discomfort.

“Let me tell Diana you guys are here,” Barbara steps away from the couple to go check on Diana.

“Isn’t she nice?” Clark asks [Y/N], his hand on around her waist. He looks down at her and smiles brightly, completely oblivious to her discomfort.

“Yeah, she seems very nice,” she forced.

“Clark Kent,” they heard a voice announce from in front of them.

[Y/N] looked to be greeted by the most gorgeous woman she’s ever seen. If Barbara made her feel some sort of way, Diana had her replaying every ounce of insecurity she’s ever felt about herself.

How the hell does Clark know all these gorgeous women, she thought.

“Diana,” Clark’s voice boomed, letting go of [Y/N] to hug the Amazonian woman.

“Thank-you so much for seeing us on such short notice,” he says as they pull apart.

“Anything for an old friend,” she smiled, and turned her head towards [Y/N], “and you must be the future Mrs. Clark Kent.”

“Hi Miss Prince, I’m [Y/F/N],” [Y/N] awkwardly holds out her hand.

“Please call me Diana,” she smiles, shaking [Y/N]’s hand, “Come on in you two.”

They walk into the sleek, all white office, with windows lining up the wall behind Diana’s office.

Clark pulls out the chair for [Y/N] to sit across from Diana’s desk.

“I see you’re still ever just the gentleman,” Diana comments, which causes Clark to blush.

[Y/N] catches the way Diana causes Clark to blush.

Diana sits at her desk, with her laptop open. Barbara grabs a seat next to Diana, with a notepad and pen.

“Do you guys need anything? Water? Coffee? Tea?” Barbara asks them.

“No, we’re good,” [Y/N] says, just wanting to jump into everything.

“Okay, perfect. Let’s begin,” Diana smiled at [Y/N].

[Y/N] could tell Diana was trying her best to be comforting, but she couldn’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable.

“So Clark mentioned that your ex is planning on suing for custody?” Diana says.

“He’s not my ex,” [Y/N] clarifies.

“Oh, okay,” Diana says, Barbara jots something down.

“He’s one of my best friends,” [Y/N] explains, “we have known each other since high school. We slept together once, and Daisy was the result of that.”

“Okay. How old is your daughter?”

“She just turned four on January 1st.”

“Ah a New Year’s baby. How cute,” Diana smiles.

“So, you and,” Diana pauses for a name.

“James Barnes,” [Y/N] tells her.

Barbara and Diana pause at the mention of Bucky’s name.

“James Barnes?” Barbara asks.

“Yes,” [Y/N] nods her head.

“As in James Buchanan Barnes? From Stark and Rhodes?” Diana asks.

“Yeah,” [Y/N] says, not getting the hesitation between the women.

“Is there a problem?” Clark asks.

“No, of course not,” Diana shakes her head, “This just probably won’t be as simple as we thought.”

“Why is that?”

“Well not only is James Barnes one of the best lawyers in the state. Stark and Rhodes’ family law attorneys are some of the best,” Barbara says, “assuming that’s who’s going to represent him.”

“No worries though,” Diana reassures them, “We are just as good as they are. And we’ll do everything in our power to make sure you don’t lose custody.”

“Now do you know who Bucky got to represent him?” Diana asks.

“No, I’m just assuming it’s one of his co-workers,” [Y/N] says.

“Okay. Perfect. So just ase on our experience and what we know about Stark and Rhodes, their top family law attorneys are Pepper Potts, Loki Odinson-Maximoff,”

“You can probably scratch Loki off that list,” [Y/N] says, cutting Diana off.

“Why is that?” Diana asks.

“Loki is part of our friend group. He’s one of our best friends, practically family. We’ve all known each other since college,” [Y/N] informs her.

“You don’t think Loki would help James out?” Diana asks, not convinced.

“I don’t see our friends really getting in the middle of it,” [Y/N] says, “Well maybe one of our friends. She also works at Stark and Rhodes. Natasha Romanoff.”

“Natasha Romanoff?” Diana asks.

“Yeah, she’s been very vocal about her dislike of our engagement,” [Y/N] says, pointing to herself and Clark, “we haven’t spoken since New Year’s day.”

“Okay,” Diana nods, making a note of that on her laptop, “Natasha is more of a criminal defense lawyer, but do you think she’d be willing to help Bucky?”

“I wouldn’t put it past her.”

“Okay then,” Diana nods, “we’ll make some calls and figure out who is representing him.”

“So [Y/N], what exactly do you want from this custody arrangement?” Diana asks.

“Honestly, I like the way things are between us. One week on, one week off. Every other year for holidays,” she tells Diana.

“Well don’t you guys typically spend the holidays together?” Clark carefully intervenes.

“What do you mean?” [Y/N] asks him.

“I mean you told me that in the past you and James normally spend Christmas Eve and morning together with each other’s families,” he says.

“Oh well, yeah,” she turns back to Diana, “Daisy is the only grandchild on both sides, so neither group of grandparents want to miss out. Plus Daisy loves having both James and I together during Christmas. So yeah James and I spend Christmas Eve and day together, swapping between our families.”

“And you want to keep it like that?” Diana asks.

“It is nice that we both don’t have to miss out on the holidays,” she says, then turns to Clark, “Is that a problem?”

“No, of course not,” Clark shakes his head, “but what about when we go visit my mom for the holidays? Is James going to come around for that as well?”

“Oh, I didn’t really think of that,” she says, “I always forget that not everyone grew up here. But, um no, I suppose James won’t but we can just visit your mom on the years I don’t have Daisy.”

“Okay,” he nods his head, wanting to say more but he stops himself. Figuring this isn’t a conversation to have in front of Diana and Barbara.

[Y/N] could tell Clark wanted to say more, but decided not to push him on it. At least not until they were in private.

“Okay,” Diana clears her throat, sensing the tension, “so we can do the normal 50/50 child custody agreement. One week on, one week off. Holidays and birthdays every other year. You both have joint custody in regards to her education and medical needs. I can draft up a custody agreement proposal for you and you can tell me what you like slash don’t like. What you want added, etcetera. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” [Y/N] nods her head, giving Diana a tight lip smile.

“Perfect,” Diana repeats, “I can have this emailed to you ASAP, so we can get this sent over to Bucky’s lawyer, once we find out who it is.”

“Thank-you so much Diana,” [Y/N] thanks her.

“No worries,” Diana says, getting up from her chair, the rest of the room follows suit, “I’m just glad to help.”

Diana and Barbara walk Clark and [Y/N] to the elevator doors, bidding them a goodbye.

“Do you think she knows that Clark,” Barbara begins.

“Used to be a massive playboy?” Diana finishes for her, “And that he’s had relations with the both of us? Doubt it.”

They begin to walk back to their office. Diana pauses.

“But Barbara, it isn't our place to tell her. That was over a year ago,” Diana tells her, “so let’s please keep this professional. She seems like a lovely lady, and Clark clearly adores her. It’s very reminiscent of how he was with Lois.”

“Before she walked out and left him with just a note,” Barbara says.

“Again, it isn’t our business,” Diana tells her, opening up her office door, “let’s just help her not lose custody of her daughter.”

“You know this isn’t going to be easy right? Especially if he has Natasha Romanoff helping him,” Barbara states.

“Oh I know,” Diana sighs, “but this can be our moment to prove that we can beat Natasha Romanoff.”

___________

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Cc: [email protected]

Subject: Regarding [Y/F/N]’s potential custody battle with James Buchanan Barnes

Good Afternoon Mrs. Romanoff,

Hopefully I’m not catching you at a bad time. I am writing you this afternoon to inquire about a possible custody case you might be a part of.

Today I had a meeting with [Y/F/N] and her fiancé Clark Kent, regarding some concerns with her custody agreement with a James Buchanan Barnes. It seems that James contacted [Y/N] yesterday in regards to their custody agreement, and wanting to potentially take full custody of their daughter Daisy Barnes. [Y/N] mentioned that he might already have a lawyer, and I’m just trying to figure out who that lawyer might be. Your name was brought up as a contender for that. You and I both know that you’re not a family law attorney, but seeing as there is a lot of history between you three, I thought I might email you and ask, if you are representing James Barnes in this custody battle.

If you can please respond as soon as you can, it will be a great help with us so we can get this custody agreement going in the right direction. Would hate for their child to suffer a horrible custody battle.

Best Regards,

Diana Prince.

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Pairing: Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader Summary: You're in need of a date for an upcoming wedding. Word Count: Over 1.9k Warnings: Pining, flirting, slight feels (it's me okay), could be considered fake dating (or is it? 😏), protective Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?), future smut. A/N: Again, I need another AU like a hole in the head, but here we are. @11thstreetvigilante, thank you for letting me scream about this. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @whisperlullaby (thank YOU as well!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Bucky edit by Nix, divider by @firefly-graphics and moodboard and banner by yours truly.

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Modern royalty is both a wondrous and strange concept. As the only child of the King and Queen of Brooklyn, your parents raised you with a blend of tradition and modernization. They taught you to speak your mind while stressing to follow certain customs. You did your best to make them proud.

The picture-perfect princess.

Except, you didn't have a prince by your side.

“Something wrong, your highness?”

You turned in your chair to look at your personal knight, James “Bucky” Barnes. Standing tall at 6’4” with a muscular build, he served as your bodyguard when he wasn’t fighting for your father. Like his father before him. You worried in the beginning that he’d resent you for having to be your personal guard, but he took his duties seriously. He watched over you as if it was an honor to do so. Though he intimidated most because of his size and strength, he displayed kindness toward you. He quickly became one of your closest confidants.

A knight in name, but a prince in my heart.

“Nothing to concern yourself with.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, not moving from his spot in the left corner of your large bedroom. It was the perfect vantage point for him to see your window, the door, and you. “You dismissed your ladies for no reason, you’re not dressed for the day, and you’ve been staring at that invitation for the better part of an hour.”

You turned back toward your vanity and picked up the ornate invitation with a sigh.

Her Majesty Queen of Waverly requests the pleasure of your company at the Marriage of His Royal Highness Prince Clinton of Waverly with Her Royal Highness Princess Natalia of Volgograd.

You RSVP’d to Clint and Natasha’s wedding weeks ago and said you would bring a plus one because that was the expectation. Your parents asked every day since the invitation arrived who you planned to have on your arm. They gave you the option of choosing instead of making the decision themselves. With the wedding around the corner, you were running out of time.

“I still haven't chosen a date and my parents want an answer today."

"Forgive me for saying so, but you have been dodging the King and Queen's question."

"I know, I know. They're already disappointed that I've dragged this out."

Just like they're probably disappointed that they didn't arrange a marriage for me once I was old enough to wed.

"I highly doubt you could do anything to disappoint them or anyone else. You’re Brooklyn’s beloved princess through and through," he said.

Blood rushed to your cheeks as you set the invitation down. His praise felt good. "Thank you, Bucky. But why do I have to bring someone?”

"Tradition," he replied, crossing his arms. “You know, I figured the princes would be knocking down your door at the chance to be your plus one.”

“As if you’d let them get close enough to ask,” you said. "You don't even let Sir Steven near me and he's your best friend."

As your knight, one of Bucky's duties was to keep you safe from any possible threats. He took it to the extreme. If anyone got within a few feet of you, he was there to keep them away. Most didn’t try to speak to you once they caught a glimpse of him.

“It is my job to protect you,” he reminded you. “Especially from handsy princes.”

"Does that include Prince Nicholas?"

Bucky's jaw twitched as he nodded. It was a bit of a low blow to mention Nick’s name considering your knight couldn’t stand him. The prince was one of the few men not afraid of him.

"Especially Prince Nicholas," he grumbled, not hiding his disdain for the man. "What gift did he send you last week?"

"An emerald necklace. I almost felt bad sending it back."

"Insulting. Doesn't he know diamonds are a girl's best friend?"

You narrowed your eyes at him in the mirror, which made him chuckle. The sound sent a jolt between your thighs. Between that and the earlier praise, you prayed he didn’t notice how it affected you. Your knight was not only brave and trusting, but so handsome. Staring into his eyes was like getting lost at sea. Too many nights, you imagined how silky the brown strands of his hair would feel against your fingers.

And how the scruff on his chin would feel between your legs.

“Emeralds, diamonds, it doesn't matter. You don’t let any man get close enough to give them to me themselves,” you muttered to distract yourself from getting aroused. “Some days I wonder if you take pleasure in making sure I’m alone.”

Bucky frowned as he unfolded his arms. “You think I want you to be alone?”

"You tell me. My parents want me to wed eventually, but how will that happen if you won't let any suitors near me?" you asked, toying with one of your makeup brushes to keep your hands busy. “Or are you punishing me for constantly being on babysitting duty?"

"I'm sure the right man can court you without being in close proximity to you," he said, even though he didn't sound pleased. "And we both know I want to watch over you, so why are you trying to pick a fight with me?”

You looked away, embarrassed. You had no reason to speak to him like that. But how could you admit that you didn’t want any suitors when you had him right in front of you? He wasn’t just your knight, he was everything to you. It upset you to think he didn't want you. It scared you more that he’d resign from his duties to settle down and have his own family. You didn't want that day to come.

Is it selfish that I want him forever by my side?

“I’m not trying to pick a fight,” you said, turning in your chair to face him. “And you know I don't care about any suitors. I'm just frustrated."

That includes being sexually frustrated and the toy I named after you is calling my name.

"I'm glad you don't care about those suitors because if you married one soon, I might be out of a job."

"You're stuck with me no matter what," you smiled. "I'm sorry for being rude."

“Give me a hug, princess, and I’ll forgive you,” he said as he held out his arms.

“No,” you said, but you were already on your feet. The robe you wore didn't do much to cover your body and you wondered if you imagined the hunger in his eyes. “I don’t think you deserve a hug.”

He placed his left hand over his chest, which drew your attention to it. He lost his left arm in battle years before and the kingdom had a state of the art metal prosthetic fashioned for him. To some, it was a sign of sacrifice and bravery. It showed you that he was a fighter and survivor.

“You wounded me with your words and you’re hurting me more by denying me a simple request.”

You fought to keep from smiling as you walked toward him. Knowing that he wanted to touch you, even in an innocent form, was a heady feeling. You wanted his touch, too. You craved it like nothing else.

“I’m only going to hug you because I love you,” you said, wrapping your arms around him once you were close enough.

He inhaled as he hugged you close and you allowed yourself to melt in his strong embrace. It made you feel safe and cared for. “I love you, too, my princess,” he whispered.

You closed your eyes and hid your face in his shoulder. Whenever you said you did things for him because you loved him, he always replied that he loved you, too. You dreamt of falling asleep to him whispering that in your ear.

I wish he loved me the way I love him.

“If I could, I'd be your date for the evening."

You lifted your head and pulled free from his arms as you considered his words. You couldn't stop the grin from spreading across your face. Bucky as your date? Why didn't you think of that?

“What’s that look for?”

"Sir James, would you do me the honor of being my date to the wedding?"

His eyebrows shot up. "You called me James."

"That should tell you how serious I am."

Please, don't reject me. I'd feel like a fool.

He cleared his throat and you tried not to feel anxious as you waited for his answer. "I’m not a prince.”

“Who said I have to bring a prince? It may be tradition for a princess to have someone on their arm for royal functions, but it should be a person of my choosing. Who better than the man my parents trust with my life?”

“But-” he began before you held up a hand to stop him.

"Isn't it your duty to serve and protect me? Your princess?" you asked.

“It is,” he answered, looking down when you took his left hand in yours.

“Bucky, I’m not just asking you as my knight. I’m asking because I want you to go with me,” you said, your voice soft as he lifted his head to look at you. "There’s no one else I’d rather go with."

You felt a slight burn in your eyes from unshed tears, but you held your head high. If he sensed your vulnerability, he kindly didn't call you out on it. You didn’t want to command him to take you nor did you want to beg.

“But if you don’t want to, I understand. I can ask Prince Nicholas instead.”

Bucky stopped you before you could turn away from him. "You'll do no such thing," he said, bringing your hand to his lips and softly kissing it. “It would be my honor to be your date, your highness."

"Really?" you smiled as he lowered your hand, but didn't let go.

"Only because I love you," he smiled back.

Your heart raced as you playfully hit his arm, letting your touch linger. "That's my line," you teased, looking over your shoulder to check the time. "Let's go tell my parents."

"You're in your robe," he reminded you as you tried to pull him across the room. "I don't think the other guards need to see you like that."

"I'll change later," you huffed when he planted his feet firmly on the ground. A wall of muscle, he was nearly impossible to move. "Bucky."

You gasped when he gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His enormous hand could crush your bones if he chose to, but the gentle hold reminded you that you were in his care. There was no mistaking the hunger there this time.

"Get dressed, princess," he gently ordered, his voice deeper than before.

I'm going to have to change my panties since I'm soaking wet.

"Then we'll tell your parents."

"Yes, Bucky," you whispered as he released you, having to put some distance between the two of you. If you didn't, you'd be too tempted to kiss him. And if you kissed him, you wouldn't be able to stop.

"Good girl," he smirked, moving back to his spot in the corner as you tried to calm your pounding heart. "I'll be right here waiting."

Good girl?

You weren't sure if he was teasing you or trying to rile you up, but you could play, too.

Oh, this wedding is going to be a lot of fun.

Let's hope it's nice and easy for them. We'll see how it goes. 😏 Check out Part 2. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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