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imaginationintowords · 1 year

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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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Speak Now taglist *the series tag list is closed, but the permanent one is still open*

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nocturne-pisces · 2 years

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Pisces Sun

Pisces; a water sign. Selfless and compassionate. Deep as the ocean, endlessly empathetic, and incredibly intuitive.

But if all of that was true, how could he not feel how your heart shattered when you saw the woman on his arm?

Leo Moon

Armageddon isn’t sudden. It doesn’t come like a flash fire to consume your home while you’re pouring your morning cup of coffee, no warning but the faint smell of charred ending. Armageddon is slow and agonizing with the way that it warns you from miles away so you have time to shed tears for all that you will lose.

Aquarius Rising

Aquarius rising is idealistic and practical, though always more concerned with the well-being of the group over the needs of the individual.

Scorpio Venus

“I just found you. You can’t leave me so soon.”

This series is finished as of 06/12/2022.

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draguta · 1 year

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What fic should I post next?

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purfectstormzz · 6 months

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Think I need someone older | Sebastian Stan x reader (social media au)

Summary: in which guys her age don’t know how to treat her right but a certain Romanian actor knows exactly how to treat her.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

Warnings: Age gap (reader is 25, Sebastian is 41). Mean comments about reader.

A/n: The photos are all photos that I found on Pinterest so credits to whoever took those photos :). The dates under the post are random dates that I chose😊

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Yourusername

Liked by TomHolland, CharlesLeclerc and 567000 others

Yourusername: Young, wild & free!

21 October 2021

Comments:

FlorencePugh: You dropped this m’lady 👑

Zendaya: Mother!

Username23: When is she going to finally find someone to be with. She’s 23 it’s about time.

> Y/nswife: Let her live her life, she’s happy without someone!

> Y/nsfan: Exactly and every guy she has dated treated her like shit so let her be happy dude!

TimotheeChalamet: Check your dm’s😚

> Y/nswife: Not this guy making his move🫡

Yourusername

Liked by TimotheeChalamet, Bobbyskeetz and 657000 others

Yourusername: Last weekend with the friends✨

4 March 2022

Comments:

Y/nswife: Is that who I think it is???

> y/nsfan: What in the soft launch is this😮

FlorencePugh: Best weekend ever😙

TimotheeChalamet: We should do this again!!

> y/nswife: y’all I think we lost her

> username224: it is about time, at her age most people are already married.

> y/nswife: Respectfully, shut the f*ck up 😊

Menshealth

Liked by Yourusername, SebastianStan and 547000 others

Menshealth: Sebastian Stan in our latest photoshoot.

6 June 2022

Comments:

Yourusername: Respectfully Smash🫣

*comment liked by @Sebastianstan

> y/nswife: Girl😳

>Sebastianstanswife: She’s so real for that🤭

Yourusername

Liked by TimotheeChalamet, Zendaya and 736000 others

Yourusername: Prada 2023🖤

27 June 2023

Comments:

Zendaya: Prettiest girl ever🥰

>yourusername: Stop it, you’re making me blush☺️

Y/nswife: Mother fr

TimotheeChalamet: I’m so lucky to have such a pretty best friend🫶🏼

> y/nfan2: Best friend is code for girlfriend🤭

SebastianStan

Liked by Yourusername, ChrisEvans and 647000 others

SebastianStan: Prada ‘23

23 June 2023

Comments:

SebastianStanswife: I have something inappropriate to say🥵

> Yourusername: Same tbh😫

> SebastianStanswife: you’re so real for this girly🤭

Y/nswife: Ngl I kinda ship y/n and Sebastian😨

> username23: He’s literally 17 years older then her.

Yourusername added to their story

25 July 2023

Celebritynews

Liked by Y/nswife, SebastianStanswife and 6570000 others

Celebritynews: Actor Sebastian Stan (41) and actress Y/n Y/l/n (25) seen together in New York last night. Is there a new couple?

2 September 2023

Comments:

Y/nswife: Mother and father!!

SebastianStanswife: I’m not even mad, they look so good together.

Username23: The age gap is a bit weird🤔

> username234: exactly, he could be her dad!

>y/nsfan: Dude they’re both legal adults it’s not like she’s underage or something.

> Username23: Still. It’s a bit weird he’s 41😳

Username347: She’s probably only after his money

> y/nswife22: Did you miss the part where they said that she’s an actress too. She literally makes as much money as he does🤷‍♀️

> username236: Still, there are enough guys on the planet that she could date that are around her age😬

Y/nsfan45: I’m actually really happy for her. Finally a guy that knows how to treat her right.

Yourusername

Liked by SebastianStan, Y/nswife and 765000 others

Yourusername: Older men just do it better. Happy 4 months my love🫶🏼

Tagged: @SebastianStan

27 October 2023

Comments:

SebastianStan: Happy 4 months love🫶🏼

Y/nswife: 4 months?🫢

TimotheeChalamet: I’m finally able to speak again without almost spoiling this secret🫣

> Y/nsfan: All the people that thought that Timothée and Y/n were a couple are clowning so hard rn🤡

Y/nswife33: I’m so happy for her!!

Username23: The age gap is still a bit weird!

SebastianStan

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SebastianStan: What the kids call a hard launch these days. Happy 4 months love❤️

Tagged: @yourusername

27 October 2023

Comments:

Yourusername: Happy 4 months honey❤️

ChrisEvans: Congrats both of you😊

Y/nswife: Mother finally found a father for us!

Sebastianstanswife: I find them so cute together!!

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #chris evans #older men do it better #social media au #bucky barnes #timothée chalamet

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xreader-writing · 1 year

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Y/n's birthday

Instagram au

Summary: It's Y/n's birthday, and some of her artist friends have taken to social media to congratulate their dear friend

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Timothee Chalamet

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Tchalamet My favorite person's day has come! Thank you for just being you mon amour, I love you forever.

(When you have a really pretty friend and you have to make other guys think you're dating lol.)

@Youruser 💞

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Youruser Thank you Timny, I love you too forever

Timotheefan_ OH MY, I NEED THEM TOGETHER!!

Y/n_lover This friendship >>>>

Timny_hot Our favorite birthday person today!!!

Y/nnnn_ Congrats y/n babe!

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Sebastian Stan

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Imsebastianstan Today the best person ever has a birthday! Some amateurs out there want to steal her from me but we both know it will be me and her forever ❤️ Thank you for always being there for me, know that I will always be here for you darling. ❤️ @youruser.

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Youruser I love you Seb, don't forget that

Seb_and_Y/n Okay, I think I'd like them to get married

_lover Only Marvel's Best Duo

Anthonymackie Happy Birthday to the best colleague ever ❤️

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Tom Holland

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Tomholland2013 I've always heard "Don't meet your heroes" but meeting you was without a doubt one of my greatest achievements, you are the most amazing and kind person I've ever met, thank you for always listening to me and being my dear friend, even though I'm irritating and annoying most of the time.

Happy Birthday! @youruser

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Youruser thanks for that sweetie

Y/n_my_wife I would so love to meet Y/n 😭

Imsebastianstan Everybody wanna steal my girl

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Youruser I'm birthday! Today was a beautiful and special day, thank you all for the beautiful messages, I love you.

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vancityreynolds Happy birthday dear, always remain the beautiful sunshine that you are! 💞💞 (I want a piece of that cake)

↳ Youruser Thank you Ryan 🥺 Yes I saved a piece for you

Y/n_fan yes she is a princess

Aidanrgallagher Congratulations Y/n! Thank you for being like a big sister to me and always supporting me and helping me through my anxious moments making me laugh in a way only you can, I miss you so much.

↳ Youruser You're going to make me cry sweetie ❤️ Thank you and yes, I miss you too.

Babyye_ She being Aidan's older sister >>>>>>

y/n_lovers Ryan being her older brother >>>>>>

Harrystyles Happy birthday to my amazing drinking buddy! 💞💞💞💞

Chrisevans Happy birthday to the best person in the world ❤️ I love you princess.

A/N: "Wow, you disappear and come back like nothing happened?" Yes, forgive me for doing this, well, my birthday was the 23rd and I didn't even talk to you, so I decided to do it here today, thanks for being here, I'll be more present here next year, Pinky promise

#timothee x reader #timothee chalamet x reader #sebastian stan x reader #tom holland social media au #tom holland x female reader #timothee chamalet #chris evans x female reader #anthony mackie x reader #aidan gallagher #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #the umbrella academy x reader #tom holland x reader #chris evans x reader

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morsmordre-writes · 1 year

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designated spider killer - masterlist

Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: Yelena accidentally plays matchmaker, Bucky pretends he doesn't want to live out his friends to lovers dream, and you're just trying to live your life... too bad a stalker wants to be apart of it.

Warnings: vulgar language/ topics, or at least kind of

masterlist | twitter profiles

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#Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x f!reader #social media au #slow burn #friends to lovers #reader insert #marvel #mcu #mcu fanfic #mcu fanfiction #Bucky Barnes imagine #yelena belova #sam wilson #wanda maximoff #Joaquin torres #designated spider killer

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plantswithme · 1 year

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sambucky instagram posts part 4/?

part 1 — part 2 — part 3

#we are keeping this fandom alive okay guys #bucky got more likes bc that photo of sam is stunning 😩#sambucky social media au #sambucky au #sambucky edit #sambucky instagram posts #sambucky #bucky barnes #sam wilson #dove does stuff

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otpcutie · 2 months

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Daddy💞 (AU: All In)

Summary (Stucky, E, 0.2k): Steve and Bucky exchange some cheeky texts while they're apart.

Contains: fake text screenshots, texting fic, D/s, Daddy Steve, brat Bucky, President Steve, journalist Bucky, flirting, fluff, panties, sexting, established relationship (more on AO3)

⭐️Part 3 of The President's Boy⭐️

@buckybarnesevents Bucky’s Birthday Bash: AU Bucky + “Just because something works, doesn’t mean it can’t be improved.” (Panties) + Steve Rogers + Red / @buckybarnesevents Build-A-Bucky Bingo, fill: impact play / @stuckybingo fill: gifts + monthly prompt: luck

Text fic below [AO3]:

Daddy💞

Bucky: You should check your jacket pocket when you’re alone. I may have slipped a little something in there to tide you over ‘til I’m back…😇

Daddy💞: Fuck, honey. I don’t know what I did to deserve such a sweet boy.

Bucky: That’s easy, Daddy. You were yourself❤️

Daddy💞: How is it that you can get me all choked up and horny at the same time? God I can’t wait until you’re home and I get to thank you properly.

Bucky: It’s a gift🥰 What did you have in mind, Sir?

Daddy💞: Nice try.

Daddy💞: You better not touch yourself without permission while your away though, or it’ll involve me turning that gorgeous ass red😘

Bucky: Promise?

Daddy💞: Brat❤️ Daddy is gonna get your pretty panties SO messy.

Bucky: 😳🥺 Will you send pics?

Daddy💞: Of course. It’d be rude to not to let you see how much Daddy enjoys your present😏💝

Bucky: Fuck, I have to board. I’ll see you in a few days Daddy, I love you❤️

Daddy💞: I love you too babyboy😘 Call me when you’re there safe.

(Later that day…)

Daddy💞: As promised.

Daddy💞: [Photo of Bucky’s pink lace panties, absolutely coated and sticky in Steve’s cum]

Bucky: Steve!!

Bucky: Did you jerk off WITH them??

Daddy💞: I guess you’ll have to find out for yourself…

Daddy💞: [Video]

Bucky: **Calling Daddy💞**

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 11 months

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Main Masterlist

Welcome to my Masterlist (@imagines-to-quench-thirst)

This will be sanctioned into smaller bites of your favorite characters that I write for as I do write a lot (hehe)

Victor Creed

Duncan Vizla

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Loki Laufeyson

Bruce Wayne

Clark Kent

Arthur Curry

Orm Marius

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Social Media AU

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buckrecs · 1 year

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Hey hey! Do you have any professor!Bucky series and one shot recommendations? Thanks in advance 💖

Professor!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

ONESHOT

Office Hours by @gogolucky13

Professor Barnes gives you a bad grade and you visit him during his office hours to find out why.

honeybee by @wndalovebot

Redamancy by @world-of-aus

Bucky Barnes had no idea about your feelings for him, except that he did.

Bad Intentions by @seventven

dr barnes, y/n’s psychology professor and final year thesis supervisor is going through a rough patch in his marriage. following a heated argument at the end of class, dr barnes spots y/n at an on-campus bar. he makes a twisted revelation.

Imagine by @metalbuckaroo

“you’ve got a pretty mouth.” & “this could get me fired.”

Mastery by @urvenicebtch

Your history professor, Mr. Barnes asks you to stay after class for extra help which leads to...*ahem*... other things(;

“You are. Every inch. The fantasy.” by @becca-e-barnes

Buttoned Up by @disturbedbydesign

Even though you were one of the top students in his class, Professor Barnes had always been cold to you. You had tolerated his indifference all semester, but when his end-of-term dinner party invites went out and you weren't on the list, you decided it was the last straw—it was time to confront him about it and find out what the hell his problem was. The answer would surprise you.

Tenure Track by @disturbedbydesign

You and Professor Barnes had been at each other's throats from the moment you met, and when a tenure position opens up in your department, the claws come out.

Like Real People Do by @navybrat817

Bucky decides to stop being professional and take what he wants.

Imagine by @saltiestdemonloves

where you sleep on his couch while he works late so he can keep an eye on you

Professor Bucky by @buckycuddlebuddy

masterlist by @bucky-barnes-diaries

SERIES

Steel Blue by @youlightmeupfinn

When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren't expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you'd never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he's your professor.

ephemeral by @aescapisms

Bucky Barnes fell in love with you, but the universe isn’t all that forgiving.

“sup, professor @/bbarnesjames” by @aescapisms

Bucky Barnes is the “most handsomest man” that you have ever laid your eyes on and oh, would you look at that. He’s your professor.

Show Me Love by @lenavonschweetz

Where sex-on-legs Dr. Barnes is your History professor that makes it impossible to pay attention in class. Perhaps it’s the danger of it all, but god help you - you can’t stay away.

Busted by @mysterioh

Nat asks you about a certain contact by the name of “Bucky Boo Bear 🐻💖💕💗” and gets the surprise of a lifetime.

+ All Yours by @sinner-as-saint

Student!Bucky x Professor!Reader

One of your students confess their feelings for you and things get interesting...

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes fluff #professor!bucky #teacher!bucky #professor!bucky x student!reader #professor!bucky x professor!reader #student!bucky x professor!reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes modern au #bucky barnes social media #bucky barnes social media au #bucky barnes smau

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pinkiebieberpie · 2 years

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pov: your camera roll if you were best friends with bucky barnes

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imaginationintowords · 2 years

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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

*taglist to this series is closed. To be added to the waitlist/permanent tag list. Info here*

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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.”

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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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nocturne-pisces · 2 years

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Scorpio Venus (4)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: angst. death ment. canon level violence. sexual themes.

Summary: “I just found you. You can’t leave me so soon.”

The final chapter of The Zodiac Series || Main Masterlist

a/n: i don’t even want to think about how long it’s taken me to publish this last installment of this series. it’s been a labor of love and i’m not completely sure i’m happy with it, but it’s a solid metric of how i’ve grown as a writer over the last year. pisces sun was the first marvel piece i ever wrote, and it feels good to see something to its end.

He goes back to Siberia to try to find something of himself in the snow, tries to find whatever left him when he thought you died. His boots crunch ice flat and with every step he thinks it’ll never be the same.

He thinks of you more like an event at times. There was before you, during you, and after you and he wasn’t sure where he was currently on that timeline but he does know that the more time he spends trying to find himself (or what the fuck ever) the closer he gets to being neck deep in the after bit.

When Bucky leaves the country it's because he doesn’t know how to process the hurt of being the last one to find out that you were like him. That you’d been pulling your punches and maybe even letting him win sparring matches. That you were some kind of government guinea pig like him. He stares down at his boots where the smallest bit of snow has melted in the cracked leather and is rapidly cooling his now damp sock and thinks that his luck can’t get worse.

He knows that he’s got maybe a couple more days to hide out in his frozen motherland before he has to go back and face his best friend— and you. He hopes that the blankets of snow will tell him how to navigate being the charity case friend. It stings behind his nose when he thinks about how many chances at life he’s been handed by people that care about him.

When Steve pulled him from Azzano.

When Steve and Nat and Sam pulled him out of Hydra after sinking Project Insight.

When Steve went on the run to keep him out of prison.

And now you, drop kicking him out of an underground interrogation room right before a Hydra fanatic blew it - and you - sky high.

If he looks close enough he can still see your blood in the creases of his knuckles, and he realizes that’s the part that angers him the most. That everyone around him is so willing to martyr themselves to extend his overstayed welcome.

He knows that he should thank all of his lucky stars that his friends love him so much, but the guilt eats a hole in his stomach with battery acid toxicity.

There seems to be a never ending supply of hot water, your skin nearly numb from the spray of the shower head. Water mixes with the Jack because there’s no point in putting the cap back on it. You’re going to finish it- praying that you metabolize the alcohol fast enough to feel something other than the gaping hole that’s been clawed into your chest.

“What do you mean he’s gone?” Your eyes sliver, looking from Natasha to Steve and back again, the sterility of the medwing room making your head throb. Or maybe that’s just what it felt like to reorient yourself to the world after four days of peaceful unconsciousness.

“He left after you stabilized,” Steve won’t look up from where his fingers are laced together between his knees.

“We can’t track him. He’s always been good at being a ghost, you know that.” Nat has one of your hands in both of hers, sincerity making her brows pinch.

“How could he just—“

Steve scoffs, a minute shake in his head as yours and Natasha’s whip around. Finally he looks up and shrugs his shoulders. “It’s not hard to figure out why he’s upset.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You spit, and Nat isn’t far behind.

“Steve, don’t.”

He shoves up from his seat and stalks from the room, leaving you to crumble in the arms of Natasha. It’s the only time you’ve ever cried in front of her.

Wet flame spreads across your skin and down your esophagus. Hot water and hot liquor warming your cold heart and cold hands. You’re finally feeling something, the pitter patter of water drops echoing in the auditorium of your chest. The xylophone of your ribs ringing in your ears, playing a melancholy melody that you don’t even like.

You are a house after everything has been consumed by scorching flame, nothing left but the walls to bounce your screams back at you.

Everything that has ever loved you has gone up in smoke and you have half the mind to leave before everyone else is caught in the brushfire. Turned to ash like your mother in her own bed. No trace of the life they lived beyond the catastrophe. You’re the spilled gasoline on all of your friends soft, dry cotton- and you’re sure that, eventually, they’ll burn too.

The closer he gets to the compound, the harsher his grip on the steering wheel becomes, his knuckles snow white, his jaw set glacier hard. He still hasn’t figured out what he’s going to say, how he’s going to explain his actions to you, but if he doesn’t see you in the next few minutes he might just implode.

Steve meets him at the front of the compound, hands shoved in his pockets, wearing the same expression he did the day they were reunited in Wakanda after Bucky’s brain had been precariously reconfigured. Cautious and guarded, wondering if he’s going to swing or fall to pieces.

“Have a nice vacation?”

Bucky kills the engine on his bike and settles the kickstand, struggling to meet Steve’s eyes. He can’t speak around the lump in his throat, so he steps around his bike and his best friend and makes for the door.

“I wouldn’t go after her right now,” Steve calls, “she’s not- she hasn’t spoken to anyone in days. She’s not right.”

Bucky nods his understanding, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “Perfect, neither am I.”

He checks your room first, but the resounding silence from inside tells him you’re not there. That greek yogurt you love so much hasn’t been touched since the mission, so you haven’t been eating. The bookmark you keep in your copy of The Illiad hasn’t moved, so you haven’t been in the library.

And just as he’s about to give up and sit outside your door until you show, he hears your unmistakable grunts of exertion. He knows them well, having heard them time and time again fighting guys double and triple your size.

He pushes the door to the gym open to find it empty, save for you, working over a punching bag in the corner. He can hear the heavy music from your headphones, your punches timed with the thump of the bass that he’s sure isn’t good for your hearing at that volume.

Your t-shirt is soaked in sweat, and he can imagine that you’ve been down here for a couple hours. The song ends and you deliver a final shrieking blow, the bag rocked back so hard it ends up horizontal. You catch it in a bear hug, using it as leverage to hold yourself up through your panting.

His arms cross over his chest as you throw the boxing gloves on the ground at your feet, yanking the headphones out of your ears and reaching for your water bottle.

“You imaginin’ my face on that bag?”

Your head snaps up, the timbre of his voice rocketing through your cerebellum, though your face betrays nothing.

“What if I am?” you ask, anchoring your hands on your hips.

He takes slow steps, closing the gap between you. He seems to only grow in size the closer he gets, his broad shoulders tensed and his corded biceps straining against his sleeves.

“Maybe you should take a swing at the real thing.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes and picking your boxing gloves up and turning to put them in your bag. Your head shakes, a heavy sigh heaving from your chest to try to relieve the growing irritation, and Bucky just won’t quit…

“What, you scared?”

You turn to look at him, make sure he just said that shit to you.

“No. I just don’t want to bruise your fragile ego.”

You stoop down to pick up your bag, giving him wide berth as you make your way to the exit.

“Then you have nothing to lose, right? If you’re just gonna whoop my ass?” It catches you like a fish hook, bait swallowed as he reels you back in.

“So what, you disappear for two weeks and now that you’re back you want to fight me? Are you that mad I saved your ass?”

“Nah,” he shifts his weight, looking around the room and then back at you, his head cocked to the side. “It's just-- we’ve sparred so many times before, and I thought I won those. Maybe I just want to see how big of a liar you really are.”

He’s started the match with a proverbial punch to your gut, your nose stings and the tip of your tongue throbs where you’ve been biting down on it. You deserved that, you know you did, but it doesn’t ease your anger, your resentment. It doesn’t quell the raw ache of his abandonment, so you opt for catharsis.

“Fine.”

Your bag thuds to the floor, traipsing past Bucky to the sparring mat. You kneel down to secure the laces on your sneakers, but the rushed thud of his boots jerks your gaze upward. You don’t have time to right yourself before his knee meets your sternum, knocking the wind from you and sending you several steps backwards.

He follows, swinging wide with a right hook that you manage to duck under just in time. You move to straighten, bring your hands up in front of your face, but his right elbow is headed straight for your nose and you duck again.

Your own elbow meets the back of his head and it disorients him for a moment, his weight falling on uncertain steps. Turning, you plant a high kick between his shoulder blades and he stumbles, falls, only to catch himself before the weight of his own body smashes his face against the flooring.

He throws himself onto his back, rolling out of the way before you land a downward blow to his cheek. The vibranium arm latches around your ankle and gets yanked out from under you, the back of your head thudding against the floor as he crawls on top of you. He’s winded, an arrogant smile spreading across his face as he leans down into yours.

“What? You done already?”

It’s a rookie mistake, getting this close and getting cocky, and you take full advantage of it.

The apex of your forehead crunches the bridge of his nose, giving you the moment you need to push him off. You stand, taking a couple steps back and letting him get to his feet. He takes his nose in both hands, nausea rippling through your stomach when you hear the second sickening crackle of him resetting it, the blood ebbing but not stopping.

Your chest heaves, satisfaction rolling through your limbs at causing him a fraction of the pain that you felt splintering through your ribs when he left.

“You wanna know a secret, Buck? I have been letting you win.”

Your stance widens, your tensed muscles sparking to life as you throw yourself towards him lightning fast. Bucky doesn’t have time to defend, and with the speed only a super soldier serum could supply, you take him to the ground. Your fingers ache with the force you’ve curled them into themselves, reared back and plummeting towards Bucky’s nose to see if you can smear it in the opposite direction. He stops it with his left, the crunch of bone as your knuckles fracture radiating pain up your arm. He strikes viper fast, the same hand circling your wrist and holding it still.

Abandonment and rejection time morphed into frustration and rage bubbles hot in your gut and your left fist, though not as powerful, descends just as fast. He catches it in the vice tight grip of his right and you’re forced to struggle against the makeshift handcuffs of his hold.

“Let go of me!” Sweat dots your hairline, the adrenaline of the fight starting to wane as you lose the steam to struggle. All he can do is watch, stupefied, as the ghost of your passion for him haunts the corners of your tear-welled eyes, right on the verge of either crippling exorcism or violent resurrection. You tug at his hold, trying desperately to hold on to the anger slipping through the cracks like sand.

“Let go of me! I’m not fucking done!”

He doesn’t let go, only marvels at the strength it takes him to hold you in place. Even though you hate him, even though pain has marred your features, and even if you never speak to him again, you’re still the most breathtaking thing he’s ever seen.

The aurora borealis in human form.

All of the supernovas in all of the galaxies in every single ever expanding universe.

Finally, you quit pulling, your arms going limp as sobs rattle earthquakes in the valley of your chest.

He doesn’t think about it before it falls out of his mouth, the words forming and flowing before he can stop them.

“What happened to us?”

You lift your eyes to meet his, desperately trying to steady your breath before you speak.

“You left! I saved your fucking life and you left-”

Tears fall like rain on his shirt and he finally understands why people say storms feel like baptism. Bucky sits up, your weight settling in his lap as he keeps a firm grip on your wrists, pinning them to his chest. You feel the fan of his breath on your face, the intimate proximity heartbreakingly familiar.

“And how did you do that? How did you save my life, huh?”

The question crackles like static electricity between you, zapping neurons into understanding, and this time you’re the one speechless.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Bucky continues, watching as it dawns on you, “-jumped on a bomb, didn’t you?”

“Bucky, I-”

His grip loosens and your fingers splay wide across his chest, the steady beat of his heart under your palm escalating.

“No. You don’t get to talk to me about leaving after a stunt like that. I thought you were gone, thought I’d-,” his voice cracks, but he swallows down the memories of broken rock under his fingernails and pushes on, “-I thought I’d have to dig you up in pieces.”

He drops his head into your chest, his arms winding around your back to pull you impossibly close. You wrap around his shoulders, the shuddering in your breath steadying as the two of you come down. Deft fingers stroke at his hair, comb it away from his face as you lace kisses into his hairline.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, watery and uneven.

Fingertips find purchase in the stubble on his cheeks and coax him out of the valley of your breasts, looking just as broken as you felt. He reaches up, the fingers on his warm hand cupping your jaw, thumbing away the tracks your tears left.

“I just found you. You can’t leave me so soon.”

The moment of silence after that sentence convinces you that your heart has stopped, time seems to stretch as he wordlessly pleads with you not to leave him alone. In that very moment, gravity could have reversed and you would have noticed nothing but the depth with which he drank in the sight of you, perched above him and looking down, sunlight behind the crown of your head like a halo.

His salvation.

You lean down and press your lip to his, breathe life back into the lungs he’d been struggling to inflate for days. He tastes like coming home and the force with which he uses to crush you against him melds together all your splintered ribs fractured by water drop bombshells sustained drinking in the shower.

His lips alter your trajectory, the flat of his palms burning meteor trails up the curve of your spine under your shirt. Then there is no shirt. On him or on you.

He lays you back against the mat so gently, like you’re made of glass and he’s aware of his left hand. He pulls away the light pollution of your clothing and you bare to him all of your dark and all of your stars.

James Buchanan Barnes is a black hole.

The mass of him against you is immeasurable as you’re caught in his stable orbit. Friction sends photon tails up your spine and before you know it you are consumed by the event horizon of his presence, the very atoms of your matter rearranging to welcome him into you irrevocably. He devours you greedily, the bedrock of your skin superheating and sending lava coursing through your veins the closer you get.

And while he believes you are goddess beneath him you know that the moment you splinter all conceptualization of goddesses will be swallowed by antimatter.

Bucky Barnes is your singularity.

How lucky you are to be infinite with him.

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Title: Slow Burns Are Overrated

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Tags: 18+ explicit smut, social media AU, no powers AU, pre-serum Steve, booktuber Bucky, internet famous, top Bucky, bottom Steve, couch sex

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Steve's not the biggest reader, he can admit this. But he is obsessed with watching one, very specific booktuber online. And alright, fine, Steve will admit it's only because the guy is hot.

Bucky Barnes can talk anyone's ear off about every novel Steve has never touched, but Steve will watch every single minute that Bucky uploads. As long as his beautiful face is on the screen.

Bucky doesn't talk about much else other than books and his cat Alpine who makes an occasional appearance in his videos. And so, Steve truthfully had no idea where the guy lives. He could've guessed New York simply from the slight accent in his voice but the city is huge and maybe he's from New York but has moved away. There are a thousand excuses Steve could tell himself when he happens to walk into the man himself in the small Brooklyn bookstore down the street from his apartment.

And yes, Steve doesn't read. He actually has never stepped foot in the place before today but he was walking past it and instantly thought of that cute face he watches online and just thought, why not? So he walked in for the first time ever and right into Bucky Barnes. Just as he was rounding the corner from the romance section because of course that would be the section he was browsing.

Steve's stunned the moment he recognizes the brown, wavy hair in front of him. The cute, dimpled face he's replayed for hours on end.

"Sorry, didn't see you there," Bucky says but the words only ring in Steve's ears because the voice matches, the face fits. It's Bucky freaking Barnes standing in front of him! He can't get over it.

"Are you okay?"

Steve quickly blinks out of his trance.

"What— um, yes. Sorry, I'm sorry for bumping into you."

"It was my bad, I wasn't looking," Bucky defends with a smile.

Dammit, that smile looks gorgeous on him in real life. Steve's mouth falls open slightly, he's so staring again.

"Romance fan?"

"What?" Steve asks shaking himself free again.

Bucky motions to the book in his hand. Steve looks down to see the romance novel he picked up. It was the last book Bucky raved about on his channel. A gay romance about two boys from the city. Steve couldn't help himself, he got curious.

"Oh, um. Actually, I'm not much of a reader. Trying it out."

"Well, that one's really good," Bucky tells him. "One of my personal faves."

"Yeah, I kn—" Steve stops himself. He can't humiliate himself anymore by admitting how often he watches this man on his laptop. "I've heard it's good, I mean. Hopefully I like it."

"I hope you do, let me know."

"How... would I?" Steve stammers like an idiot.

"I'm gonna be reading in the back. I spend most Sundays here. If you drop by, maybe I'll see you again," Bucky says, he even sounds hopeful.

Steve can barely form words, he's too shocked. He bites his tongue and nods.

Bucky smiles and walks around him to head to the back of the store where comfortable chairs are sprinkled into the corners.

Steve knows exactly where he'll be next Sunday.

~~~

Steve has never read a book so damn fast. He reads the entire novel in a week. Which for him is unbelievable. He knows Bucky can read a book in a few hours, he's documented this many times.

Still, Bucky doesn't have to know how long it took Steve. All that matters is that he can go back to the bookstore and tell Bucky all his thoughts.

The next Sunday, Steve finds him right where he said he'd be. In the back corner of the store, nestled into a deep red armchair with a novel in his hands.

He looks lovely, Steve takes a moment to stare until Bucky's eyes catch the slim figure lingering ahead of him and looks up.

Steve raises the book in his hand in a desperate attempt to prove why he is standing there.

"I read it," Steve says, stepping a little closer so he doesn't need to speak too loudly. He stops in front of the chair Bucky's sitting in. Bucky stares up at him with those bright blue eyes. Steve swears his legs could give out at any moment now.

"What'd you think?" Bucky asks.

"I loved it!" Steve exclaims and little too loudly. He winces and blushes. "Shit."

Bucky chuckles and stands so they're more eye to eye. Except they're not because Bucky is taller than him, so now those blue eyes are angeled down at him. Steve's not sure which is worse.

"I'm glad, what was your favorite part?"

Steve answers without really thinking, just genuinely blurts out what he liked best, "How much they wanted each other."

Bucky's eyebrows raise high and Steve's face goes hot.

"I mean, the build-up. You know? I guess I like a slow burn — I heard that's the word for it," Steve rambles on and leaves out that he learned all these terms from Bucky himself.

"Yeah, slow burn," Bucky smiles. "I like that too."

"Yeah," Steve nods and then suddenly, he's lost at what to say. He looks down and clutches the book tightly in his hands.

"If you liked that one, I could suggest a few more," Bucky offers. Steve's eyes jump back up.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Bucky says and starts leading them right back to the romance section. "How steamy do you like stuff?"

"Steamy?" Steve asks like an idiot. What else could steamy mean? But it's too late. Bucky turns around with a smirk on his face.

"You know, raunchy. The book you read is pretty tame. But if you want more spice, I know a really good one."

"Yeah, I could do with more spice," Steve lets slip and he can't believe he's just said it.

Bucky looks pleased though. He spins back around and scans the shelves for a mere second before finding the book he wants. He hands it over and Steve recognizes the cover immediately. It has orange flames and a rose on the front. He remembers Bucky reviewing it in one of his recent videos and rating the book a level 5 for spice. That's the highest level. Steve's face burns just thinking about it.

"G-great," Steve says nervously. "I'll let you know what I think when I'm done."

"I definitely want all the details," Bucky croons.

Steve's eyes go wide at the impish tone in his voice. The idea that he wants to talk about all the sex in the book. And god, Steve wants to go over every last naughty word with him and he hasn't even read it yet.

He rushes home to do just that.

~~~

Steve beats his previous record and finishes the second book in four days. Bucky would be proud, he thinks. And then he remembers every sex scene in the book — which was twelve, he counted — and gets hot all over just thinking about them. They were so graphic and all Steve thought about while reading them was Bucky.

He still has a few days before Sunday. So, in the meantime, Steve opens his laptop and sees a new video uploaded from Bucky. He clicks on it and begins watching right away.

Bucky starts out with his classic introduction and then gets into the books he's read this week. He holds up a book Steve recognizes and it takes a second for Steve to recall it's the book Bucky was reading in the store last week.

Bucky begins reviewing the novel with a soft smile. It's such a coy, sweet smile that Steve smiles too. He can't believe he's met this man in real life, he can't believe — Bucky's talking about him?!

Steve replays the clip.

"I guess that's what happens when you meet a cute guy in the bookstore. Leaves an impression on you, so I'm bumping this book up to a 3.5 rating."

Steve blinks and plays it again. His ears must be deceiving him but no. Bucky's talking about how he has fond memories of the book because of who he met while he was reading it last week. And Steve knows it was him. Saw the very book in Bucky's hands. Was at the same bookstore with him.

Steve sucks in a breath. Does this mean he actually has a chance?

~~~

Bucky's in the very same chair when Sunday arrives. This time, when Steve steps into the back corner of the bookstore, Bucky notices him immediately. Almost like he was waiting for him. He stands and smiles happily.

"Hey."

"Hey B—" and that's when Steve realizes they never exchanged names. And when Steve realizes how creepy it is that he knows exactly who Bucky is and hasn't told him yet. "I'm sorry."

Bucky looks at him funny.

"I uh, know who you are. I watch your videos," Steve confesses.

"Oh," Bucky responds simply. Steve can't tell if he's mad or not.

"I should've told you. I just couldn't believe I happened to run into you."

"So, you're actually a reader?" Bucky asks.

"Oh no, that wasn't a lie," Steve laughs. "The day I met you was the first time I ever stepped foot in here. You uh, inspired me... kinda."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'm sure you get that all the time," Steve assumes.

"Not really."

"You don't?"

"Most of my viewers are already long-time readers and most people who come up to me don't even want to talk about books, they just tell me I'm hot," Bucky explains.

"I can't exactly argue there," Steve says quietly.

Bucky smiles, surprised, "I wouldn't mind it so much from you."

Steve rubs his neck awkwardly.

"I uh, watched your last video. I thought you might've been talking about me."

"I was," Bucky confirms and it feels surreal to hear.

"You're... interested?" Steve whispers.

Bucky looks confused, then frowns.

"Wasn't it obvious?"

"I mean, I kinda got the feeling but you're like way out of my league."

Bucky shakes his head, "Man, I've been waiting all week to ask you your name and now I'm out of your league?"

"No, you're outta mine! You could have anyone," Steve readily corrects and hears how ridiculous he sounds. "And it's Steve."

"It's nice to meet you, Steve," Bucky smiles, ignoring everything else.

Steve smiles much too wide and looks away.

"Um, so I read the book you recommended," Steve lifts it up in his hand. "It definitely had spice."

"Wanna talk about it over coffee?" Bucky offers.

Steve stares at him. Perhaps it's the romance books talking or maybe the unexpected confidence that emerges from Bucky Barnes telling scrawny Steve Rogers he's in his league.

"I got coffee at my apartment."

~~~

He's making out with Bucky Barnes. Holy shit, he's making out with Bucky Barnes on his couch, Steve thinks as he straddles the man and sticks his tongue in his mouth.

He never thought it would get this far. Then again, he knew what he was offering when he suggested his apartment and Bucky didn't really hesitate... so there's that.

Bucky grabs him by his waist and shoves him down against his crotch. Steve has to pull away to moan at the gloriously hard friction between them.

"You know, I don't usually do this," Steve decides to say then.

"Right," Bucky breathes, "you like slow burns."

Steve grins and kisses him for that. Their kiss turns desperate again and soon they're pushing off each other's clothes.

"This slow enough for you?" Bucky teases as he's pushing the head of his cock in. He'd been opening Steve up for the past twenty minutes so Steve's well and ready for nothing slow.

"Slow burns are overrated," Steve growls.

Bucky laughs darkly.

"Fuck slow burns," Bucky agrees and then pushes in further.

He's still going much too slow for Steve but the burn is delicious so he decides he can pick his battles. He waits until Bucky bottoms out and they both make a satisfied noise at the feeling.

When Bucky starts fucking him in earnest, Steve's suddenly reminded of his surreal reality. His internet crush with 800k subscribers is fucking him in his apartment on a Sunday afternoon.

"Jesus, fuck," Steve hisses.

He's definitely not going slow anymore, thank god. Bucky's fingers are digging holes in his skin, holding his hips back as he keeps fucking him harder and faster.

"Fucking christ, Stevie," Bucky says, the nickname rolling off his tongue so easily. "You're so tight."

"Split me open," Steve grits and right when he says it, he realizes that was a line from the book they both read.

Bucky groans like he likes it and swears again.

"I'm close," Bucky rasps.

Before Steve can urge him on, all of Bucky's weight pushes him down into the couch and Bucky lies on top of him pumping his release into him until he finally slows and breathes heavily by Steve's ear.

"Did you?" Bucky asks.

Steve shakes his head and Bucky lifts up instantly. He turns Steve over, grabs his cock and starts stroking him. Pressing breathy kisses along his jaw until Steve comes.

"Fuck," Steve breathes turning to look at Bucky.

"That was amazing," Bucky smiles. He kisses him on the lips, hard and long enough that Steve feels like he can go again. Bucky pulls away still breathing heavy.

"Better than all those romance books?" Steve teases.

Bucky playfully glares at him.

"Way better than fiction, sweetheart. You're a goddamn dream."

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