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#Sugar Daddy!James Buchanan Barnes fic
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Paring: Vampire Sugar Daddy Bucky Barnes x Detective Sugar Baby Female Reader
Summary: James Buchanan Barnes-Romanov is a wealthy businessman, (and vampire), and not to mention Sugar Daddy, but most importantly, partner to the cutest human detective ever in the Big Apple— you.
You had never in your wildest dreams ever fathomed being a wealthy businessman's Sugar Baby. As a homicide detective, it was your job to solve criminal homicide cases.
This night was just supposed to be another boring night, being surrounded by rich people at a rich people's party.
But like always, a dead body suddenly springs up.
Your life's just fine and dandy.
Warnings: Modern AU, daddy issues, Vampire!Bucky (yes he is his own warning), murder mysteries, mentions of murder, public sex, Bucky's metal arm, blood drinking, dry humping, mentions of curses, a mildish plot twist at the end
Additional Notes: Hello everyone! This fic took a few days to jolt down. Regular updates for everything else will be coming along smoothly after this fic.
If you'd like to read this fic on my AO3, you can read it here.
Word Count: 10586
Three weeks before…
“Does this look okay? I don’t look fat in this, right?”
James Buchanan Barnes-Romanov gazed at you from where he was leaning against the wall.
He licked his lips. When he saw your thighs nervously quiver, his tongue licked over a canine tooth, his smirk widening when he saw you blush.
He surveyed the floral dress you had on. His index finger brushing over the v-neck of your dress, dipping dangerously to the dip in between your breasts. You nearly swatted at his hand.
“I just asked you to look, Sasha. I didn’t ask you to touch my titties.”  You snapped at him in Russian. Amused, James only chuckled. It was deep and vibrated through his broad chest. “Don’t give me the temptation. Are you offering?” His cheeky smile made you actually swat at his hand this time.
“No,” was your clap back. Still amused with the situation, he looked down at your floral dress again. It was a bright yellow with daisies on it.
Quite frankly, as James looked at the thin but ruffled straps, he found this dress to be extremely distasteful.
He even wrinkled his nose, telling communicating to you that this wasn’t going to be the one.
“I look like a sunflower, don’t I?”  You chuckled. “And a ripe banana,”  James added for good measure.
“Pepper said that this looked nice on me.”  You sighed as you took the dress off, before putting it back on its hanger. Putting the yellow dress on the right, it officially went into the discard pile.
“Pepper does not have any taste in fashion,”  James told you bluntly. You only raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah? And you do?”  You challenged him.
A deeply offended noise came from your companion. He even spluttered at you! “Taste? Taste in fashion?”  his voice was shrill, which only reminded you of Mrs. Bennett from Pride and Prejudice. “I have an impeccable taste in fashion, thank you very much!”  He exclaimed.
You only raised an eyebrow. Clearly testing that theory. “Oh yeah?”  You were just humoring him at this point. “Then why do you dress in all black?”  Your teasing voice made James glare at you. “Black is a universal color!”  he tried to protest.
Your snickers continued to make James glare at you. Looking at you and scowling.
Turning back to look at yourself in the mirror, you only grimaced when you laid eyes on the bright yellow floral dress. It really did make you look like a citrus fruit. Heaving it over your head, James was rewarded with a nice view of your bra and underwear. You couldn’t see his reflection in the mirror, but you could feel that he was smirking at you.
“Stop smirking at me.”  You bit in his direction. Clutching his hand on his heart, James feigned sympathy. “Have pity on me kotenok. It’s been ages since I’ve seen a woman so scarcely underdressed.”
You just scowled at him, your scowl reflected in the mirror. Even though he couldn’t see his own reflection in the mirror, he saw yours.
And then, his iPhone pinged in his pants. A somewhat exciting noise came from your shopping buddy as he pulled it out of his slacks. Unlocking it with his thumb, he surveyed the message.
You saw James quickly typing back to whoever had texted him metal and human hands flying over the keyboard.
The two of you had gotten stares the very moment the two of you had stepped foot in the mall, even young children whispering amongst themselves to their parents as they surveyed the art that was his metal arm, black with enteric gold detail. Some children even had pointed excitedly to the man who had accompanied you to the past three high-end stores.
You had seen the uncomfortable look on his face. Therefore, you had hurried him along, holding onto his metal arm as hard as you could, because it was metal. Both of you had bounced through three stores already and you still hadn’t found a dress that suited you or one that you and James had liked.
You really should have just told him that he should have just dropped you off at Target or something.
But then again, that would have made James horrified. As your Sugar Daddy, he had told you straight up from the moment that he had matched with you was that he wanted to spoil you. If you had asked him to just drop you off at Target, he probably would have had a meltdown or something.
So yeah. Target?
Out of the question.
Originally when you had signed up for the SugarDaddy website, all you had wanted was a way out. You had been a good kid in school. Hell, when you had written your essay on how a fascist government could easily overturn a democracy and the steps how to get there, all you had wanted was to join the FBI or something like that.
You had wanted to just have an out from your abusive home life.
And then, by the grace of the Fates themselves, your friend at the time had suggested you join this SugarDaddy website. With her encouragement, you had matched and met James.
James had changed your life for the better. You didn’t know what you could have done without him. And especially with what happened to you?
Yes. You wouldn’t trade being his Sugar Baby for anything else in the world.
Nope.
Nada.
Now you were a homicide detective and James was your partner. Amongst the business that he ran with his best pal in the whole wide world, Steve Rogers. Or, as you had affectionately put in your phone as Steeb. As the man had told you himself, he liked having hobbies. You just guessed that it got really lonely for him, sulking and acting like a depressed emo boy all the time.
“Well, there’s more reject dresses than accept dresses.” A sigh came from you as you finally slipped your maxi dress back on. Bending down a little so you could brush down the colorful skirt, your back straightened up as you got up.
When you turned to look back at James, you saw that he was staring at you.
As usual.
“You weren’t ogling me, were you?” Your playful, teasing tone made James just continue to look at you. “If I told you the only thing I’d want to do to you at this very moment was bend you over and fuck you in his changing room, would you say no?” He questioned.
A humming noise came from you as you pondered it. Thought about it. You weren’t one to say yes or no to sex. Sex to you was just different. You were what some people might have called a demisexual, someone who only had sex with people if you had a strong emotional bond. Your friend Val who had majored in Psychology and who was now dating her girlfriend Jane Foster had suggested that due to your upbringing, maybe that had played a part in it. And you weren’t about to disprove her argument. She was the professional after all.
“I mean,” you responded with a shrug, “—we are in a public place. I’d rather not get kicked out of Gucci.”
“Fair point.” James shrugged as he grabbed your rejected dresses, which were most of the dresses you had originally started with. You slipped on your shoes before you grabbed the accepted pile and unlocked the changing room door. James followed you out as he watched the surprised look of the lady upfront when he made sure to put the rejected dresses still on their hangers, on the rack.
“These didn’t work out. Geez… maybe I should start working out more… I take the damn subway every day…” Your mutters followed James’s snickers as the two of you headed to the register, ready for him to purchase all of your dresses.
“There’s always Versace. You always have better luck with Versace,” he suggested to you. At his suggestion, you turned your head to the side. Even though the two of you were currently still in line. “You have a point,” you nodded in agreement. “But, wouldn’t it be better to check out other stores too? I mean we did Gucci, we did Tom Ford, we did Chanel… that can’t be the only store right?”
“There’s always cider too,” James supplied. “Yeah, but that takes a bit to ship. And the event is in about a few weeks.” You were pursing your lips into a line now as the line slowly pushed you and James to the front.
“At least the dresses on there look nice. Maybe you could pair it with those Choo’s I bought you last month.” James’s suggestion didn’t fly by you unnoticed. The Choo’s he had bought you last month had looked nice. And they were comfortable. If you said so yourself.
“Those Meria’s you bought me were pretty nice,” you acknowledged with a nod as you continued to think. As the line became shorter and both of you were pushed further and further towards the front, James made sure to steer you forward.
“We can try Versace, See if there’s anything I like. But before that, can we get pretzels? I’m hungry,” the two of you had walked to a register and the woman up front had started to scan in your clothes. Dress after dress was put through, the price tag only getting higher and higher with each scan.
During the start of your relationship, you had been uncomfortable going shopping at very expensive stores, or even entertaining the thought, because you hadn’t grown up in a stable environment. Your father had spent most of your paycheck on booze, and without the extra jobs you had picked up, you probably wouldn’t even have made the rent on time. As time went on though, you were slowly coming around to treating yourself more often. Maybe buying a nice bottle of bubbly champagne every once and a while.
“Pretzels with cheese and caramel sauce, right?” James inquired. Just to make sure. Eager nods confirmed his hunch.
“Okay. We’ll go for a lunch break, and then we’ll go to Versace.” he determined once he swiped his card. You saw the matte black card and James decided to carry the bags himself. The two of you walked out of Gucci together.
After finding a pretzel place, you and James had managed to find a table and you dug into your food. James pulled out his phone, checking up on emails while you enjoyed the pure goodness that was pretzels.
Every so often, he’d peek his eyes over at you. You’d have dipped your pretzel into one of your sauces before you took a bite.
“So, just as a heads up, we’re gonna be going to the Carter Gala next month.”
James’s words made you look up from your precious pretzels.
Nods. Nods came from you.
Chew. Chew. Chew.
Munch. Munch. Munch.
Once he saw you swallow, you spoke. “The Carter family? How rich are they, from a scale from one to ten?”
“Solid twelve.”
Major eyebrow game was coming from you. You raised both eyebrows in astonishment. “A twelve, huh Sasha? That’s a first. What kind of company are they?”
“Investments. Like mine.” James supplied. You nodded in understanding. “So they’re rich rich. Gotcha.” Returning back to your food, you tore your last pretzel in half, dipping it in your caramel sauce. You had already finished with your cheese sauce. And all that was left was your caramel sauce. “Nothing beats this caramel sauce,” you sighed dreamily as you took a bite. A satisfied hum coming from you. James just watched you with an amused expression on his face.
“Anything else I should know about them?” You piped up. “Just be careful around them. They’re… superficial. The eldest Carter daughter is a bit… full of herself. Her younger sister though, she’s a nice girl.” James explained.
“Understood.”
Now that you had finished your food, you stood up. Holding your bag of empty wrappers and empty soda cup. You threw away your bag in the trash bin before James joined you, bags in his hand.
“To Versace?”
“To Versace it is.”
Back in the present, around roughly eight thirty PM…
“I knew we should have never gotten those drinks!” You hissed as you desperately tried to run in the heels that you were currently sporting on your feet.
Biting down the urge to just say “ow ow ow ow ow ow ow” a million times over, James just happily jogged next to you as if it was no sweat.
Which, unfortunately for you, was not helping.
It was totally not helping.
“Show off,” you muttered to yourself, much to James’s amusement. He didn’t snicker or laugh at you. Instead, he gave you one of his hidden smiles.
You were touched. Really, you were truly touched. James usually never smiled in public. Only when the two of you were alone, would he ever smile. Usually, he would just scowl or brood.
But in quiet moments like these, you saw those smiles he only reserved for you. It made your hand fall into his, grasping it.
“Thank you. I appreciate you, James.”
“I appreciate you too, kotenok.”  was his quiet reply.
“James Barnes-Romanov and Miss Daaé.”
If you hadn’t been so focused on being rigid and focused, your legs probably would have given out on how low James’s voice was. He was a walking, screaming definition of daddy. Not to mention, for tonight’s event, he wore an all-black suit. A complete matte black suit, with polished dress shoes to match. His shoulder-length, chestnut hair was brushed and tucked behind his ears.
You were standing so close to him, gripping his hand so hard that you could smell his cologne on him. That dark, musky scent was beginning to drive you up the walls. Pretty soon, if you didn’t contain yourself, you’d probably be reduced to a bitch in heat.
It was ridiculous.
Utterly fucking ridiculous.
It was embarrassing, was what it was. You were going to hit the big three and zero in a couple of years, and this was how you were acting? Like you just wanted him to drag you to the nearest closet and fuck your brains out?
Seriously?
You needed to get a grip on yourself.
Like, ASAP.
Cause this shit was downright embarrassing.
“Oh! Right this way,” you had snapped out of your thoughts as James tugged you along, following the server to your table. Thanks to James’s connections, you were seated directly with the Carter family. As the two of you walked through the huge ballroom that had been converted and decorated for tonight’s event, you couldn’t help but feel your nerves act up again.
Even though you were dressed in the most expensive shit James could buy and spoil you in, you were reminded of just how much you didn’t belong here.
You had grown up poor. Barely being able to put food on the table. You had juggled so many jobs as a teenager, leading up to your young adult years because your father had spent so much of it. Instead of running away, like you always had imagined when you were younger.
God, you should have done that. It would have saved you the intense heartbreak and what had happened next.
You had only sat in your chair for a few minutes before chaos had begun.
Someone had bumped into you, and almost immediately, you seized up in a panic.
James knew you didn’t like being touched. Not by anyone that you didn’t know. So he scooted his chair a little closer to you. Putting his arm around you to assure you that he was still here. In an effort to calm you down.
Fortunately for him, you did calm down. Somewhat. But you were still on high alert.
“Who was that?”  Was your hushed whisper.
“Just some random person. You’re alright, kotenok.”  James reassured you. Grabbing the glass of water, you took a gulp in order to soothe your nerves. Nearly slamming it down, your companion noticed that your hand shook a little when you eventually put it down.
You always hated coming to events like these. Being surrounded by rich people who had nothing better to do than flex their money and brag about how much money they had. Like it was their world, and all the poor people just lived in it.
These people that were surrounding you were so detached from reality.
Some of them, anyway.
James saw you take another sip of your glass of water. “I hear the food is going to be great tonight,”  he whispered quietly in your ear. “So don’t drink too much water.”
“Aye aye, Captain.”  Was your dry response.
“Oh! James! How nice it is to see you!”
Amanda Carter, the wife of Harrison Carter, with her dark brown hair, mixed in with white was all nice and curly, donning a Gucci dress and Gucci heels. You could tell because smack-dab in the middle was the Gucci gold logo. Her dress was black, so it didn’t clash with the shoes. The older woman had made her way over to her table, smiling at James. When she laid eyes on you however, she frowned a little.
“I don’t believe I’ve met your date, James.” She said, a slight strain in her voice. It was as if she could smell that you weren’t rich.
Did rich people have a poor people radar or something? Like how some people had a gaydar?
It would be something that you would look into.
… or maybe it was just an Amanda Carter thing?
It was anybody’s guess, you supposed.
“This is my partner, Miss Daaé.” James’s voice was smooth as he spoke your name, introducing you to the other woman. Amanda raised a light eyebrow at you. “Daaé? Swedish?” she questioned you. She even pulled up a seat next to you so she could talk to you.
“Yes,” you gave her a nod. “My father was born in Sweden. His family immigrated to the US when he was nine months old.”
“Where in Sweden?” Amanda was continuing to question you, and you secretly wanted to die inside.
This was why you didn’t like coming to these events.
Usually, most of the time, James was the one who did all the talking. He was much better at it than you were. People flocked to him whenever he entered a room. Like he was a god, and the people at the events were his subjects. They hung on his every word. He could easily command a room without never even speaking. It was mesmerizing, the way your Sugar Daddy worked.
Snapping out of your sudden thoughts, you answered her. “Sigtuna. It’s a small town. My grandfather was a fisherman and my grandmother was a stay-at-home mother before they relocated to Queens with my father.”
“Hmm. How interesting.”
Turning her attention away from you, Amanda focused her attention on James instead. “James, I need to ask you about the—“
“No.” James fired his quick reply.
You took your phone, unlocking it with your thumb. You had just been about to click on Instagram when you heard James’s cool response. He said it faster than someone could say “Jesus.”
“I’m sorry?”
You heard Amanda’s nervous chuckle. However, you paid her no heed as you saw a text message notification from a friend pop up. Clicking on said notification, you quickly texted her back. For occasions like this, you always set your phone on silent mode. Despite disliking events like these, you still wanted to remain respectable.
“I said no. End of story.” James’s response cut her like a knife. “But James, you must see the positives,” Amanda tried to protest, but James quickly interrupted her. “You tried with Steve, Amanda. He already has someone else. You will not be trying this with me.”
“She isn’t even rich!” Amanda’s hiss reply finally made you look up from your phone. Quickly shutting it off and putting it back in your purse, you asked. “And why does her social standing matter? I am sitting right here, Mrs. Carter. I am James’s date. I have been his date for many years. So has Steven’s. They are very much happy together. I am very much poor, and so is Steve’s girlfriend. If James does not agree with the match, then please leave it at that. Your daughter’s net worth is far more than what I will ever make in my lifetime. Perhaps you should be looking into who is most experienced and qualified in inheriting your company unless you would like it to be bought by someone else. Instead of trying to marry your daughter off to the net richest person in line.”
Your cut-throat, straight-to-the-point response had Amanda gaping. You simply just raised an eyebrow with a look that said, your play.
For a few seconds, she looked flabbergasted.
“Excuse me, ma’am? Would you like a glass of champagne?” A server who had been walking by asked you. Effectively breaking the tense silence.
“I’d be thrilled, thank you.” You smiled politely and even thanked the server again when you accepted your glass of bubbly.
Taking a sip of your champagne, you watched Amanda’s face redden with embarrassment. From where James’s hand was under the table, he grasped your hand and gave it a firm squeeze.
Feeling the bubbly sensation playing around in your throat, you heard a young woman’s voice call out.
“Mother!”
A brunette young woman wearing a long, puffy red dress with a sparkly, scooped neckline. Complete with gold strappy heels that clicked and hid her feet. She made her way towards your table. Following her was a blonde-haired young woman with a silver dress that wasn’t poofy, but had a long skirt and silver heels. You noticed the brunette-haired woman’s hair was curled, while the blonde-haired woman was not. Instead, it was flat. However, she did offer you and James a polite smile.
“Mother! Did James say yes?” The brunette-haired woman asked enthusiastically.
“Doesn’t she understand that you’re literally right here?”  You turned to James so you could whisper in his ear. “No,”  snorted James. “If anything, she probably wouldn’t even know I was here at all.”
Resisting the urge to snort in your champagne glass, you just took another sip of the bubbly goodness to conceal your amusement.
“Why doesn’t he tell you himself, darling?”
Amanda’s smile was unkind. James could see that. He would hate to have her as an in-law.
“I said no.”
The smile on the brunette-haired woman’s face fell. “But why not?” she screeched. Having turned her sudden fury to the man in question.
And it was just then that you realized at her outburst, that you were in for a very long night.
Nine PM…
Margaret “Peggy” Carter was fuming.
Fuming!
Enraged!
Pissed off!
Seated at the Carter table, she watched with envious eyes as James interacted with his date. They exchanged quiet, unspoken words in Russian. Peggy could tell it was Russian, but she had absolutely no clue what they were talking about.
“I’m telling you, Sasha, there’s no need to put caviar on these eggs benedicts. They ruin everything,”  you sighed to James.
“They provide a nice pop in your mouth, kotenok.”  James’s reply had you simply sighing softly to him in return.
“Is there going to be pasta on the menu? What kind of pasta is it going to be? Pasta aglio olio?”  You decided to switch the subject.
“Cacio e pepe,”  James informed you lightly. A sort of pleased noise came from you.
“Oh, I haven’t had that in ages…”
But then, you were suddenly scrunching up your nose and frowning. Peggy wondered what kind of shit you were going to spew out of your mouth next.
“But that isn’t fancy though… it’s just pepper, cheese, and pasta water…”  your frown intensified as you looked at James.
“Should I eat that?”
“Yes.”�� nodded James firmly.
“Yes, you should.”
“You know, if you’re going to talk shit, speak in English so we know what you’re saying.”
Almost immediately, you nearly frowned at the brunette-haired woman.
No.
Peggy Carter.
The eldest daughter of the Carter fortune, and the heiress of the company. You had noticed that she had been practically giving “fuck me” eyes to James for nearly almost an hour. You weren’t usually a jealous or possessive person, but boy oh boy— did Peggy kick that zero up to a ten so quick. So fucking quick. You even had the passing thought of gripping James’s thigh and maybe glaring daggers at her, so she knew who James belonged to.
Was that a toxic mindset to have?
Yeah.
Should you have had that mindset at the time being?
No. Fucking hell no. You should not have had that mindset at all.
But right here, right now— you did.
Oh yes, you did.
One-hundred percent, you did.
And it was pissing you off.
Why were you even acting like this?
It baffled you.
But, as you replied to the eldest Carter daughter, you bit down on that bile you felt in your throat.
“I was just asking James what kind of pasta we were having. I was hoping to have pasta aglio e olio. It isn’t hard to cook. And it also doesn’t have a lot of ingredients.”
“Oh, I love pasta aglio e oilo!” The blonde woman, Sharon you learned her name was, beamed at you. Finding a friend through all of this mess, you offered her a genuine smile in return.
“I’m usually really lazy,” Sharon continued on. “So whenever I don’t feel like whipping up a masterpiece, I usually make that.”
“I’m lazy all of the time,” your response had Sharon absolutely laughing. “—so I make that most of the time. James wonders why I haven’t gotten sick of it yet.”
“And I still also wonder why you make it so spicy,” James’s added mutter made you snort this time. “Because I like it spicy, Sasha. That’s why.” Your rebuttal just made James roll his eyes in kind. You knew he was teasing though.
“And,” you added because you were on a roll tonight. “Your white boy self can’t handle much spice anyway.”
James just scoffed at that notion.
But the two of you knew better.
It wasn’t like he could eat human food anyway.
Sharon was about to ask you another question, but Peggy suddenly spoke.
“Mother, I think I leaked through. Can I go to the bathroom for a quick second?” the eldest Carter child asked her mother. “Of course, darling.” Amanda smiled at her. Peggy quickly excused herself and quickly bolted for the ladies' room.
James watched as she left, doing the staring thing he always did. He smelled the blood, but deep in his gut, he could feel something wrong.
The blood didn’t smell right.
Why didn’t the blood smell right?
As people talked and gossiped, he turned his direction back to the stage. While you were on your phone, mindlessly scrolling. Replying back to texts, if you felt like it.
All of a sudden, a few minutes later, the lights went out. Endless voices cried out in surprise, but James remained calm, cool, and collected in his seat. You shut off your phone again, feeling for your purse. Once you found it, you slipped your phone back inside.
Then an announcer’s voice, a man’s, rang out from the mic.
“Can I have your attention, please?”
There was a high-pitched ringing. It made most people cover their ears, James included.
“Fuck,”  you heard him utter under his breath. You patted his shoulder in reassurance.
“… we’re so sorry about that,” you heard the man standing up front at the podium, on the stage chuckle nervously. “Please give us a moment. The feedback is a little messy…”
All of a sudden, James squeezed your hand three times.
It suddenly set you on alert. You didn’t allow it to show on your face though. By now, you were a seasoned professional. Really, you should have tried out for an Off-Broadway play with your acting skills. It could be a smash hit.
Those three squeezes.
Something was wrong.
The announcer’s next words quickly snapped you out of your thoughts.
“… Please welcome to the stage, Harrison Carter!”
You and James politely clapped along with everyone else, but that terrible feeling in your gut wouldn’t leave you.
As the spotlights shined on the stage, you saw Harrison Carter walk out. Dressed in a pinpoint black suit, you watched as he walked.
Only…
Your eyes widened.
He only took a few steps forward, before he fell onto the stage face first.
A gleaming silver knife was embedded into his back, and the handle was pure silver as well.
Someone screamed.
People started to get up.
Some even started running towards the doors in a panic.
Pretty soon, nearly everyone was in a panic. You saw Amanda Carter screaming, pleading for help as tears streamed down her face. Ruining her makeup. Sharon was screaming too, shouting for her father as she started to run towards the stage, only to be held back by SP. Still, Sharon tried her most damn to claw free, in order to get to her father.
Only you and James were the only ones who did not panic.
“Police! Someone call the police!” You heard Amanda scream. It was at that moment, that you stood up.
“You don’t need to call the police.”
Amanda turned wildly to you. She whirled her head in your direction, anger, grief, and pain written all over her face.
“My husband’s just been murdered!” She screamed at you.
Unbothered, your hand dove straight down into your purse before you found it.
Pulling it out, you flashed it in her face.
“Hello, ma’am. I’m sorry for not telling you all the stuff earlier. I’m Detective Daaé. And this is my partner, James Buchanan Barnes.”
Roughly around nine forty five PM…
Police arrived on the scene roughly a couple of minutes later.
Which, you didn’t blame them.
Late New York traffic was a bitch. Especially because the venue was a bit far away from the police station.
Many of your colleagues were giving you amused or confused looks. The ones that were amused joked with you when they got there.
“And once again, Daaé has beat us again to the scene of the crime.” Peter Quill, your fellow co-worker joked.
You just rolled your eyes good-naturedly as you did your usual fist bump with him.
“Suck a dick, Quill.” You responded to him bluntly, causing him to laugh. James just stood a few feet away from you, staring.
“He’s doin’ the starin’ thing again,” remarked Helen Cho, the Head of the Medical Examination center as she walked past you. You just let out a snort as the Korean woman made her way to the stage, to look at the body. James was unaffected, still doing the staring thing as he always did. Striding his way toward you, the tall, broad-shouldered man put his hands on your shoulders, using the top of your head as a little stool for his head.
“Oh look,” snickered Mantis, who was Helen’s assistant from the Medical Examination Center. “They’re flirting again everyone.”
“Highly unusual,” another voice piped up that James didn’t recognize. Nor did he put a name to the face.
“Alright— settle down. All of you.”
Captain Carol Danvers briskly walked into the room. A hard look on her face as she scanned the area. People had been cleared out of the crime scene, and they were instructed to not tell anyone of what had happened and were sent home. Needless to say, this gala banquet definitely hit in your Top Five Most Exciting Gala Events ever. Other than that one time where some dude named Carter Baizen had walked up to the stage and slapped the shit out of another guy named John Walker for badmouthing his wife.
That event however, would remain the number one spot in your heart. Oh yes, you cherished that moment so deeply.
“Remember that one time, at the one gala where Carter Baizen slapped the shit outta John Walker?”  You said causally to your partner in crime as your Captain walked closer and closer to the harmonious duo that was you and your Sugar Daddy.
“Mhmmm. And he told him to ‘keep my wife’s name out of your fucking mouth.’ Oh yes, I remember. People filmed that. It went viral. So sad that Frank’s sex tape beat that video.”  James nodded in a solemn way as you let out a very unladylike snort at his response. Finding it absolutely hilarious. “Frank is definitely attractive. I see how his personal assistant slept with him. He definitely has a very nice oral game.”
“And what about my oral game? Are you saying his is better than mine?”  questioned James.
“Well, I’ve never been eaten out by Frank before. Perhaps I’ll set an appointment so I can compare my notes,”  you hummed in reply. At James’s scowl, you hid your laugh.
“Daaé. Romanov. This isn’t time for social hour.” Carol told the two of you sternly. You gazed up at the man who was currently using you as a resting stool for his chin. “You heard the Captain,”  you informed your partner cheerfully. With a low grumble, James detached himself from you. However, he did hold your hand.
“Where’s the Carter family?” Having switched to English, you stared at your Captain head-on.
“In the foyer area,” Carol informed you. “Thanks, boss! Man… I was really looking forward to eating that caico e pepe, Sasha… I’m hungry now…” Were your words as you walked out of the huge ballroom, James walking beside you as always. “We can pick up something on the way home?” He suggested. Pausing in your thoughts but continuing your merry way, you said. “Oh yeah… that Chinese restaurant is usually open until two AM, right?” At James’s confirming nod, you relaxed a little.
“Oh noooo… this means I’m gonna feel bad after I eat it,” you groaned in dismay. “Well, I’ll have to bake some veggies for lunch or something… sweet potato fries… would that cut it?” You wondered.
“Sweet potato fries with broccoli and onions?” James suggested helpfully. “And maybe some eggs? Y’know… for protein?” You threw in. Just to have more ideas and options.
“Mmm… eggs…” James sighed to himself. “Oh yeah, that flan I had yesterday was pretty good,” you acknowledged with a nod and slight neediness in your voice. The two of you entered the foyer area, where the remaining Carter family were standing. Absolutely swamped by police and reporters.
Mostly reporters.
“Alright, alright—“ your voice boomed over the endless shouts of reporters. Your Choo’s smack smacked against the ceramic floors of the building as you strode your way over.
Sharon Carter watched as the reporters stopped and made way for you and James. Unlike before, when you had been seated at the same table as her, you didn’t look like you clearly didn’t want to be there.
No.
You looked positively headstrong. A no-nonsense look was on your face as you eyed every Carter family member down. James was the same as always. Brooding. Watching.
“The Misses are not taking questions at this time. Thank you for your time, but you all need to leave.” Your voice rang out as reporters started to protest, but a look from you silenced them.
“Sasha,” you called out to your companion. “Let’s go.”
Ten PM…
Somehow in some way, shape, or form— you had managed to scour food for you, Amanda, Peggy, and Sharon. You happily slurped on your pasta while James sat beside you.
“Um… does he want some food?” asked Sharon awkwardly. “I’m not hungry,” James answered her smoothly. Sharon just blinked at him before nodding. Returning back to her food. You were sitting beside him, but he had snuck his leg under yours, pulling you even closer to him. The two of you were practically hip to hip. All the while there was some commotion outside, people still cleaning up the crime scene.
“So…” you looked up from your pasta. Amanda Carter was giving you a considering look. Far from the look she had been giving you earlier in the ballroom. “You’re a detective?”
“Homicide detective,” you clarified for her. “I mostly deal with domestic violence abuse victims, child abuse victims, or child neglect.”
“Ah.”
You slurped up another noodle.
Chew. Chew. Chew. Chew.
“And… how long have you been a homicide detective?” Amanda asked you again. “I was a police officer for about two years before I became a homicide detective. I’m turning twenty-seven soon.” You informed her.
A look of surprise came over her face. “I didn’t know you were twenty-seven!” proclaimed Sharon. “You don’t look like you’re twenty-seven! I thought you were still in your early twenties!”
You noticed Peggy was silent.
“Why did you become a homicide detective?”
Peggy’s question didn’t throw you off guard. Most people usually asked this question. Usually, you’d just reply with a, “Oh, personal problems” and just leave it at that.
But something was twisting deep in your gut when you looked at Peggy Carter. So when you answered her, it even surprised you.
“My dad. He wasn’t the greatest dude. I didn’t have a happy home life, so I wanted other people to at least have one.”
James’s hold on you tightened. If possible, his eyes were slowly turning dark.
You wondered when was the last time he had fed.
Had it been a week? Two? Three? Four?
Slurping up the last bit of your noodle, you put your fork down.
“Excuse me,” you apologized politely to the three women. “I need to talk to James about something.” Hissing him to get up and follow you, the two of you scurried out of the room.
James only followed you down the hallway for a few feet before he grabbed a hold of your arm, tugging you down to the empty closet he had spotted earlier when the two of you had arrived. Ignoring your hissed protests, he dragged you inside, making sure to shut the door.
“Where’s the goddamn light switch…” your hisses were cut off by you suddenly being pushed against the wall.
You couldn’t help it.
You let out a squeak of surprise.
His heavy breathing just confirmed for you that your Sugar Daddy had indeed, not fed for a while.
“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout how good ya smell…” his low timbre made your legs begin to twitch. Your pussy clenched around nothing as he slotted his body against yours, something akin to a growl erupting from his throat.
“Oh, Kitten. I can smell you. Can smell how wet you’ve been for me. You’re bein’ needy and bratty, aren’t cha?”
His words made you bite down a whimper. You were still feeling horny as shit.
“Didn’t like the way she was looking at you,”  your breath stuttered as James heard your breathy tone. “Wanted you to fuck me, Daddy. Wanted your fingers so bad…”
A deep groan came from your Daddy. “Kotenok… you don’t know what you’re askin’…”
“Uh-uh.”  You shook your head no. “Know what I’m askin’.”  To prove your point, you even grinded against him. James inhaled deeply, his palms nearly shaking. His gloved hand brushed over your dress, making you shudder.
Your skin felt so hot. You felt like you were on fire.
“Please,”  your plea came out into a breathy whisper. “Need you, Sasha. Need you so bad.”
“Don’t tempt me,”  James growled. You shamelessly rolled your hips down against him. You were also pretty sure you were breathing pretty heavily too.
“I’ll use Armadillo tonight.”  You threatened him.
In the complete utter darkness, James’s nostrils flared up. “You wouldn’t dare use that toy of depravity against me.”  He hissed in a confrontational tone. “You don’t fuck me, I find other means.”  A triumphal tone was evident in your voice as you leaned back. Clearly thinking that you had bested your Daddy.
… until you felt a sharp canine brush over your neck. Your entire body shuddered and thrummed with need.
“I’m always three steps ahead of you, kotenok. Don’t forget that.”  James hummed against your skin as his teeth trailed over your skin in a teasing manner. Just to remind you that he could bite you and sink his teeth in, but he wouldn’t. Even if he could.
“… stop teasing…” Was your soft whimper.
He could smell your arousal. It was like small little wisps of smoke floating up in his nose. Your blood sang to him and he could feel how hungry he was.
But he needed to keep himself in control. He wasn’t a monster.
Removing his glove from his left hand, he quickly shoved it in his back pocket. Your thighs pressed together in anticipation.
Lifting up the skirt of your dress, James pushed your panties to the side. Plunging a metal finger inside of you, he felt your body seize up. Your breath caught in your throat as your mouth fell open into an O. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the cooling sensation, compared to how hot your body felt.
“… shit…”  gasped James as he let out a grunt. You were so wet and your pussy was sucking him in. His precious girl was speaking to him. And he was listening.
Without skipping a beat, he started pumping his finger in and out of you, quickly adding two more fingers before you could blink.
Your breathless moans soon filled the small, cramped space. James himself had buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as his fingers continued to push up into your sloshing mess of a cunt. His thumb rubbed against your clit roughly, providing that much-needed friction as you grinded against him, your hips rolling down onto his. With his body pressed against yours so closely, you could feel the bulge in his pants press against you really tight. That only spurred you on getting even wetter than you already were, your arousal dripping down his fingers and onto his metal palm.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit. Fuck, Sasha. Feels so good Daddy.”  You moaned pathetically like a teenage girl dry humping her boyfriend for the first time. A loose whimper fell from your lips when you felt his finger probe against your g-spot.
“Oh my god, yes. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Right there, oh my god. Don’t stop, please, please, please,”  you were resisting the urge to be loud like you usually were with him. But knowing that you two were in a cramped, small space in a public setting?
High unlikely that you were going to corrupt any innocent souls tonight.
James’s pace quickened as he continued to position his fingers in and out of you, the wet squelching noises of his fingers pushing back in, shoving his fingers as deep as he could inside of you filling his ears. Along with your moans.
And when his teeth eventually sank into your neck, finally drinking from you, you came with a muffled moan. James’s flesh hand had clasped over your mouth. Silencing your noises.
They were only supposed to be for him, after all.
Removing his mouth from your neck, you felt a little light-headed. You had to take a couple of seconds to regain your composure.
Taking his metal fingers out of your gushing cunt, he slipped them into his mouth. Moaning at the pure taste of you. Your cheeks flushed.
“Sasha!” You hissed at him. Nearly choosing to swat his shoulder. But you didn’t.
“Go out first. I’ve got… unfinished business to do.”
You just blinked at him for a split second.
“Are you… hard?” Your voice was full of disbelief.
“Yes,” stated James bluntly.
“O-Oh… I mean… I-I can help, if—“ you stammers were cut off. “No,” was James’s brisk reply. You immediately stopped talking. “It’s okay. Go out first.”
Just about when you reached the door, you heard a low, “Spit in my hand.”
Turning back around, searching for James in the dark, you felt him grab your wrist and tug you towards him again.
Your hands fell to his slacks, unbuttoning the button with a low popping noise.
His voice was low. “You don’t have to help me. All I need is your spit and thoughts of your pussy. That should be more than enough help.”
Your cheeks burned. “Then gimme your hand,” you snapped at him. Although you couldn’t see him in the pitch darkness, a smile tugged at his lips.
His flesh hand gripped your chin, telling you which hand to spit into. Bending your head down, a spitting noise echoed in the quiet, small cramped space.
“See you outside, Sasha.”
Some time around eleven thirty PM…
You had been roped in with some other work, so by the time you had gotten around to finally feeling like you had peace of mind, you had lost track of where James had ended up.
Fortunately for you, James had popped up. Looking the exact same. He didn’t look like he had just masturbated himself to the near-brink of death.
Lucky bastard.
“Busied yourself in the joys of the flesh for far too long, have you?” Your crisp response had James gazing at you with utter amusement.
“What can I say,” shrugged your number one person in the world, “—you are quite the vixen.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, Sasha.”
The two of you were walking down the hallway back to the Carter women. Mostly everyone who had been there to clean up the crime scene was already heading home. Colleagues and friends alike who you caught on their way out said goodbye. James just did his usual staring thing.
A loud piercing scream suddenly echoed down the hallway.
You took off running, even yanking off your Choo’s to get there faster.
James had never been more thankful in his long life for his enhanced endurance. His super speed. He easily caught up with you as you bolted down the hall to get to where the screaming was coming from.
Upon reaching the spot, you froze in your tracks.
There was a dead body.
Now, you had seen plenty of dead bodies in your life before. It came with the job occupation, after all.
The dead body appeared to be a woman with dark brown hair. You also noticed her hair was naturally curly. Blood splattered all over her white shirt.
Something was off, about this woman, though.
And James caught it. But, before he could voice his opinion, Peggy decided to open her mouth to shriek.
“She did it! She’s the one who murdered my dad!”
If you had been in her position, you probably would have felt pity for her. Her own father had been murdered, after all. It reminded you of your own past relationship with your father. Just the thought of him made you feel that familiar deep pain in your chest. You hadn’t felt that pain for a long time. Over the years, you had tried getting through it. You had accepted after a long time ago that you would never get over it. You still had the scars on your chest to prove it.
But day by day, that deep pain in your chest slowly loosened. That dark cloud that had followed you and loomed over you slowly went away.
Seeing this dead woman’s body and hearing Peggy’s shout had made all of your old feelings rush up to the surface again.
“… If she was the one who murdered your father, then why is she dead?”
James’s voice broke you out of your thoughts.
“Because she probably felt bad that she did it! She probably couldn’t handle the fact that she killed someone and so she had to off herself to make herself feel better!” Peggy fired right back at him. James however, was still not impressed.
“If that’s what you’re saying… then why is her jacket also still off?” came his next question.
“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw,” you breathed out. Just realizing the jacket was off.
Everything in your brain started firing at you all at once.
James saw the look on your face.
You had figured it out.
All of the puzzle pieces had fallen into place. Like the entire puzzle piece had been finished. All those jagged, uneven pieces were now in their correct place.
“You… you did it.”
Mrs. Carter cried out. Sharon looked horrified.
You were staring Peggy Carter right in the eyes.
“I didn’t do it!” She screeched. “
What evidence do you have?” She challenged you.
“Your dress.”
“What?”
“You dress,” you continued. You were looking at the poofy ballgown-like skirt with a critical eye. “You said earlier, a few minutes before the lights went out that you had leaked through. But any woman knows with that type of dress, in that type of color that anyone looking could see you had bled through it. That red color won’t cover up leakage. They’ll show the color because blood red is much darker than your dress color. But you weren’t showing.”
Peggy’s red dress looked like a candy red apple color. It reminded you of Maria Reynolds's red dress from Hamilton.
“Not to mention,” you had turned back around to look at the dead body once more. “The woman’s shoes were off. Your poofy skirt would have been able to cover your shoes. I didn’t quite see your heels before you had lifted your skirt to get up from the table. And to not mention, if your mom hadn’t forced you to wear heels at a very young age, your feet probably would’ve been sore. Or you would’ve had blisters by now. There’s no reason why the SP would her shoes off.”
“But the SP are everywhere!” Peggy’s protest made you smirk.
“Exactly.”
“What the hell are you trying to say?” Amanda shouted at you.
“Your daughter’s right. The SP are everywhere. They’ve been at these events for so long that people don’t even notice them anymore. They’re like white noise to people. And when the lights went out, it was a perfect moment for you to strike.”
“You managed to catch the SP off guard. And then after you killed her, you impersonated her. You went back inside. She had your curled hair. You were wearing sunglasses. No one would be able to tell the difference. So after you got in, you grabbed the knife and snuck up on your father, just before he was about to walk on stage. After you stabbed him, you fled. The chaos inside allowed you to change and come back inside without anyone noticing. But you forgot one thing.”
“What?” She bit at you.
“You’re still wearing the shoes.”
Sharon gasped in horror as James walked up to Peggy, only to yank up her skirt, revealing the shoes. Black booties were on her feet.
The same ones that were missing on the SPs.
“So what if I did it? You don’t have any motivation on why I would do it!” Peggy shouted at you.
“Oh. But I do.”
Peggy took a step back, just as you took a step forward. Grabbing her by the scooped collar of her neckline, you forced her to look right into your eyes.
“You wanted to get married to James. To merge your companies. To make you even richer, because you’re under his company name. He owns you.”
“How do you know that?” Sharon was surprised. Dropping Peggy for a second, you pulled out your phone. “These things are really helpful with research. And because I spend so much time with James. He tells me everything. A month before we came here, I asked him questions on the way home. He told me that he invests in your company. He bought you because your husband, Mrs. Carter, was gambling with the mob.”
“H-He… he never told—“ Amanda breathed out in horror.
“Of course he didn’t. He didn’t want to tell you he was embezzling money from the company to fund his poker games. But the mob… they aren’t kind to people who don’t pay them on time. Sooner or later, he probably figured out that they’d put a hit on him. So, he decided to compromise. And that’s where Sasha came in.”
Turning your gaze to James, you saw his wide smirk.
He loved seeing you in your element.
“A marriage between two powerful people would be extraordinary for him. He would have more access to money. More access means more money to fund his games. But, James must have figured something was up. So he said no.”
“And that’s how you found out.” You had redirected your watchful gaze back to Peggy, who was still on the floor.
“You snooped around his office one day, and you found proof of his embezzling. And then, after James said no to the match, you snapped. So, you decided to kill your father. Because you wanted the money too. He’s probably got a will somewhere, providing you, Sharon, and your mother with money if anything ever happened to him. You’re just a greedy rich bitch with a trust fund.”
Having completed your analysis, you stood there. Eyebrow raised as if waiting for something to happen.
And something did happen.
Even before you could react. Peggy got onto her feet and lunged for you.
So you did the most reasonable thing ever.
You whacked her right in the face with your purse. And when she was down, you did it again. Repeatedly hitting her with your purse, you did it until she was completely knocked out.
And okay sure, her nose was bleeding a little.
So maybe yeah, you probably had hit her a little too hard.
But anywho.
“I’ll take her into custody. You take the Carters home.”
You looked at James.
“Are you sure?” You asked him. “Yeah,” he replied. Giving him a nod, he watched as you led the remaining two Carter women out. Once he knew you were out of sight, he pulled out his phone. Unlocking it with his thumb, he opened his contacts and clicked on the right conversation. His thumbs flew over the keyboard as he began to type.
James: I went to the store but I wasn’t able to find the red bean popsicles. Is regular cherry popsicles okay?
Around one AM, ish…
By the time James had gotten home from dropping Peggy off, he heard silence.
Which wasn’t all that odd.
But then, as he walked up the stairs of the luxurious Brown Townhouse that he shared with you in Brooklyn, he heard it.
Crying. Soft sobs.
Almost immediately, he knew it was you.
Speeding up his pace, he quickly found himself in the master bedroom of the house. Opening the door fully, golden light filled in the room.
He saw your lump on the bed, shaking. Little broken sobs were coming from you as you tried to keep yourself under control.
And you had.
You had tried.
You had fucking tried to keep yourself together. Once you had escorted Amanda and Sharon Carter back to their penthouse in Manhattan, you had hailed a cab to take you back to Brooklyn. You had texted Carol on your way home, saying that you’d give her a debriefing tomorrow. Because you were frigging exhausted as shit.
So once you got home, you immediately peeled off your dress, followed by your bra and panties. Even chucking off of your shoes. Pulling yourself the hottest bath you could, you even brought out the candles.
It was gonna be that kind of night.
You sat in the tub, drowning in your thoughts for what had seemed like an eternity. When you realized that the water had gotten cold, you had stepped out. After changing into comfy clothes and blow-drying your hair, you immediately felt the bile reach up in your throat.
You had vomited in the toilet. After finishing, you rinsed your mouth and washed your face. And then brushed your teeth.
After all that, you had laid in bed until the thought had become too much.
Now, now you were spilling all of it out.
You barely even felt James sliding into the bed on the other side, trying his best to comfort you. He wrapped his arms around you.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about—“ a hiccup, “I-I… I couldn’t stop thinking about him… I-I know he’s been declared missing but I… I just… I couldn’t stop… I couldn’t stop…”
You were trembling. Shaking. Utterly in shock.
James remembered. He remembered meeting you that faithful week when everything had suddenly taken a turn for the worst. He remembered how the dinner had gone, and when the two of you had gotten in his car, he had nearly lost control.
By the end of the night, you had ended up straddling him, kissing him feverishly. You remembered he had made you cum that night. Right in his car.
It had been that same week when your father had finally snapped. Gone into the deep end. James had wired money into your account that had you paying the rent and the bills early. He had given you so much money that you had been able to pay for five months’ worth. The two of you had gotten into a heated argument.
When he had stabbed you, he had done it. Over and over. You had been laying in a pool of blood, weakly crawling to get to your phone to call James. He had been so lucky to find that his younger sister Natalia was near you. The redhead had managed to get you to the hospital while her older brother had dealt with your father.
Usually, James was not the type to enjoy punishments. Or dealing them out. That was reserved for his cousin. The head of the New York criminal underworld— Nick Fowler had to deal out punishments. Anyone who dared to cross him, or his wife would have to pay a hefty price.
James hadn’t been happy when he had found your father. But he had enjoyed killing him. Every time the hammer went down on his body and he’d heard another sickening crack of his bones breaking, it filled him with joy.
Ever since his family had been cursed with the curse of immorality and forced to walk upon this earth for centuries, James had never truly felt the feeling the people had called love.
But seeing you at the restaurant, listening to you, watching you— filled him with that strange feeling. Deep in his wretched, black ugly soul. He felt a spark. He suddenly felt as if he was living again. You were the air he suddenly breathed. You were the sunshine that shined over him. You were that light at the end of the tunnel. His light in the darkness.
For a long time now, he had accepted who he was. That he would never change. That he was incapable of changing.
So when he had murdered your father without drinking a drop of his blood, he didn’t feel bad. When your old man had been declared missing, he had reassured you that your father wouldn’t be getting anywhere near you again.
He was there every step of the way when you had decided to go to therapy. He had been there to encourage you to follow your dreams. He had been there when you had become a homicide detective. He had been there when you had confessed that you were in love with him. He had been the first one that you had ever slept with. Ever in your life.
You were his, and he was yours.
A gasp left you when his metal hand crept down your thighs, gently probing the tip of his finger around the fabric of your panties. His fingers rolled and rubbed against your clothed clit, devouring your sweet noises of pleasure as his mouth left hot kisses down the back of your neck. Going lower and lower. Flesh hand finding your shirt and bunching it up as his metal thumb rubbed circles onto your clit.
Rocking against you, his front pressed down onto your back as you felt him grinding down onto your ass. His hardened cock pressed deeper and deeper as his rubbing became quicker and faster.
All the while cries, moans, and pleas fell from you. You were breathing so heavily while you rocked your hips, grinding down onto the palm of his metal hand. Lost in the pleasure he was giving you.
“I’m— fuck I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered. “Needy lil kitten. Who’s makin’ you feel this good, huh? Tell me who’s makin’ you feel this good.” His voice ghosted over the nape of your neck.
“Daddy,” you gasped. Your mouth falling into a perfect O shape. “Daddy’s makin’ me feel this good.”
Tensely you rocked more into him. Grinding onto his palm just right. Your tits were straining and bouncing in the soft cotton material of your tank top.
“That’s right, kitten. Doin’ so well. Don’t you worry. Daddy’s gonna make it all better sweetheart. Cause you’re my best girl.”
With that, you came. You whimpered and sobbed. Crying out loud when your climax overwhelmed you, soaking you through as your legs continued to shake. The aftershocks of your orgasm being ridden through as James humped himself like a teenage boy against you, his lips stuttering as he came right in his pants.
The two of you stayed in bed for a while, deciding to cuddle. Because you wanted to be as close to James as you could. He held you, having changed out of his clothes. Naked and bare beside you, your head perched on his chest as you dozed off.
Briefly, as James laid there in bed next to you, because he didn’t need sleep. He thought.
His younger adopted sister mentioned something called her “red ledger.”
“I have red in my ledger,”  he remembered her telling him once. It had probably been a few decades ago at this point. But he had remembered her words, how she explained to him that there had been patches in her past that she wasn’t proud of. She had killed people in order for her family to stay together.
Ivan. Melina. Yelena. That was her family. And her family had accepted him in, along with his cousins. They became his second family. He had killed in order to keep his new family together.
But when he killed in your name… it was different. You were more than family. You weren’t someone he just protected because he wanted to.
He chose to protect you.
You were the light of his life. His joy. His girl.
As Natalia said, he also had red in his ledger. And it was okay.
No one would ever take you away from him ever again.
Pretty soon, he’d be sure that Nick would put his plan into action. Once Peggy got in jail, he would leave it to his cousin.
Accidents happened in jail all the time.
For now though, James wouldn’t dwell on those thoughts. Instead, he focused on holding you, whispering in your ear about how much he loved you.
Everything would be fine and dandy.
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What You Need
Bucky x Reader
Word Count: ~3810
Warnings: Edging, orgasm denial, age gap (not an illegal one), bratty reader, dirty talk. I won’t say daddy kink but she calls him daddy during sex? And he’s a total dilf? And... yeah, okay, bit of daddy kink. Bucky is a businessman/single dad, reader is his nanny, it’s all sorts of inappropriate. He’s like “gah this is wrong” and she convinces him to stop caring, but I wouldn’t really call it dubious consent. He consents pretty fucking enthusiastically once he gets over the moral dilemma. This is absolute shameless self-indulgent filth.
A/N: for @sweeterthanthis​ and her “Quote Me On It” challenge, except it’s over a month late, because I have had zero creative energy lately. Better late than never, I hope! My quote was “How about you take a sugar-frosted fuck off the end of my dick?” from Blade: Trinity. 
As a reminder, I don’t do tag lists any more! Follow @there-must-be-a-lock-fic​ and turn on notifications if you want fic alerts. 
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When you check on her again, Becca is still sound asleep, whistling slightly on each exhale through the gap in her front teeth. You close the door carefully and tiptoe down the stairs, past the floor that contains the office and playroom, down to the main floor of the immaculate Barnes brownstone. 
You already cleaned up the kitchen — it was a mess after your cookie-baking venture this afternoon — but Becca’s sippy cup half-full of juice is still waiting on the counter. You pick it up and pour it down the front of your shirt without hesitating. 
It’s not like you can take the subway all the way back to Manhattan with your tank top all wet and sticky, right? 
You put the cup in the sink and head down to the garden level to the laundry room. When you strip off the dirty tank top and put it in the machine, you’re left in just super-short cutoffs and a bra. You grab one of Bucky’s button-downs from the laundry basket. 
You have to wear something, after all.  
It’s one of his casual shirts, faded plaid, worn thin and soft, and you can’t help but sniff it, breathing in fancy cologne and a barely-there whiff of sweat. 
This better fucking work. You’re about ready to blow a fuse. 
You know you’re not imagining the way he looks at you. You figured it was wishful thinking, at first, but as the summer went on, it got harder and harder to ignore the chemistry between you and your boss. Bucky flirts as easy as breathing — you’d swear he’s never met a person he couldn’t charm — but it’s a playful sort of charm, usually: over-the-top flattery, tongue-in-cheek compliments delivered with a wink, rakish but never rude. He just likes seeing people smile. 
It’s different with you, though. When he’s at home, when his guard is down, he lets his gaze linger on you just a little too long, watches you a little too intensely, stands a little too close… his eyes go hot and heavy-lidded, and there’s something dark and hungry in his smile. It feels dangerous, when he looks at you. 
He wants you. You know he does. 
But James Buchanan Barnes is nothing if not a goddamn gentleman. You know he would never make a move, and you haven’t wanted to jeopardize the best summer job you’ve ever had by making a move of your own. After tonight, though, there’s nothing to stop him. It’s officially your last night as Rebecca Barnes’s nanny. 
You check yourself out in the guest room mirror. The shirt is long enough that your cutoffs barely show under the hem; if you tug them up slightly, it looks like you’re not wearing anything underneath. You’ve buttoned it enough that it’s not exactly indecent, but when you lean forward, you can clearly see the thin white lace of your bra. 
Perfect. 
You’re on the stairs back to the main level when you hear the door open. Right on time. 
When you step into the entryway, Bucky is shucking his fancy suit jacket, leaving it crumpled on the table. He loosens his tie, tugging at the black silk so he can open the first button of his crisp white shirt, and you have a crazy urge — not for the first time — to lick the hollow of his neck. His cheeks are flushed, ever so slightly, and there’s a sort of soft, careless quality to his movements like he’s had a couple drinks this evening. 
Even from the other side of the hallway, you can see the moment he notices you. He does a blatant double take, blinking like he’s not sure he can trust his eyes, and then he swallows hard. 
“That’s my shirt,” he says softly. 
“This is super embarrassing,” you say, all coy and sweet, batting your eyelashes for good measure. “I spilled juice all over myself, I totally made a mess. I’m so sorry, it was right there and it was the only thing I could think to put on while I wash my shirt. Is this okay?” 
He raises an eyebrow, and there’s a hint of a smile tugging slowly at the corner of his mouth. 
“Yeah,” Bucky says, low and knowing. “This is okay.” 
“Thanks,” you say, and you were aiming for confident but your voice comes out breathy and flustered.  
Bucky runs a hand through his hair — messing up the neat combed-back look he goes for when he has to put on his business face — eyes still fixed on you. “Gonna have a drink. You want one?” 
“Please.” 
Neither of you mention the fact that there’s another year, technically, before you’re old enough to drink legally. There’s a fluttery, swooping sort of sensation in your stomach as you follow him into the living room. 
He goes right to the bar cart in the corner while you take a seat on the couch, and he pours you each a glass of something amber-colored. When he passes it to you, you see him hesitate for just a fraction of a second before settling next to you, slouching back, legs sprawled. It’s not a big couch; his arm, draped over the back of it, is tantalizingly close to your shoulder when you curl up, angled toward him.  
He raises his glass in a toast, and you clink yours against it gently. 
The alcohol burns on the way down, but you barely notice it; you’re too busy staring at the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. He still has his tie loosened over his unbuttoned collar, and the exposed hollow of his throat seems startling, framed by silky black and crisp white. 
It takes a second before you realize he’s staring too; his gaze is fixed on your mouth. When you lick a drop of whiskey from your lower lip, his eyes track the movement.  
For a moment you’re sure he’s about to lean in and kiss you. 
Then he seems to catch himself, blinking suddenly. He lets out a slow sigh and sinks back against the couch, raking a hand through his already-messy hair. 
“We can’t do this,” he says, staring down into his glass. 
You blink, startled. “I have no idea—”
“Don’t,” he interrupts hoarsely. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t try to pull the innocent act with me.”
His bluntness catches you off-guard; you pause, cheeks hot, and take another sip of whiskey to hide your discomfort before setting your jaw stubbornly. 
Apparently you’re talking about this. 
“Why?” you ask. 
He rolls his eyes and gives you a wry half-smile. “Do I really need to state the obvious? C’mon, sweetheart. You’re smarter than that.” 
“You’re not my boss any more.” 
“Doesn’t make it right. You’re too young for me, doll.”
“I’m old enough to know what I want,” you retort. 
“Not sure you are,” he says, not unkindly, but your temper flares at the hint of condescension in his words. 
“I’m old enough,” you repeat, trying not to sound petulant. “I want this. I want you. Are you honestly telling me you don’t want me?” 
“Of course I —” he starts, but he cuts himself off, shaking his head. 
Your heart is racing. “You do. I know you do.” 
He gives you a sarcastic quirk of a smile. “Like the great Western philosopher Mick Jagger once said: you can’t always get what you want.” 
“But —” 
“Don’t.” His tone is sharp and sure, and part of you knows you should let it go, give up, but the rest of you just hears a challenge. Before you can say anything else, though, he asks, “What did you and Becca do today?” 
“We made cookies,” you say sulkily. “Wait, hang on.” 
You set your glass down on the coffee table and hop up, hyper-aware of Bucky’s eyes following you as you go into the kitchen. He doesn’t say anything, just waits while you grab his cookie from the platter on the counter and come back in. 
“Just for you, daddy,” you say sweetly. 
Bucky’s reaction is unmistakable; he inhales sharply, eyes glittering with something dark and feral. 
You give him an innocent smile and hold out the cookie. He looks at it and notices the messy For Daddy spelled out in wobbly icing letters. 
For a second he just gapes. Then he lets out a little huff of a sigh, shaking his head as he takes the cookie. 
You sit down next to him, closer this time. He doesn’t move away. 
“Jesus, that’s sweet,” he mutters, chewing the first bite. His tongue flicks out to catch a stray sprinkle. 
The things he does with his mouth should be illegal. 
“It’s basically sugar-frosted sugar,” you reply. “Good, right?” 
“Perfect.” He takes another bite and then holds it out to you. 
You grab his wrist, grinning, holding eye contact as you lift his hand to your lips and take a delicate nip right from his fingers. 
“What part of no don’t you understand?” he says, but his voice is fond. 
You shrug, wondering if you look as smug as you feel. He’s fighting a smile as he tugs his wrist away, like he can’t decide whether to laugh or scold you for your brazenness.
“Missed a spot,” you tell him, as he swallows the last bite, and you reach out before he can react, swiping frosting from the corner of his mouth with a fingertip. You lick it off, deliberately slow, looking at him through your lashes. 
His chest rises with a shivery, unsteady inhale. Without a word, he lifts his hand, rubbing his thumb across the pillow of your lower lip. 
You let your mouth fall open, and he slides his finger in, pressing the pad of it down on your tongue. When you close your lips around it and suck, you can taste a lingering sweetness, followed by a hint of salty skin. 
He lets his hand fall, but he doesn’t move to put any distance between your bodies. 
“God fuckin’ dammit,” he growls. “This is wrong.” 
“I don’t give a sugar-frosted fuck,” you say flippantly. “Told you. I want you.” 
Bucky’s lip curls in a sneer. His expression goes wild and intense, almost predatory. 
“You’re a goddamn spoiled brat, aren’t you?” he snarls. 
There’s an edge to his voice that you’ve never heard before. 
For a split second, you’re terrified you mis-stepped — pushed too hard — crossed a line... your chest feels too tight for your pounding heart. 
Then Bucky is cupping your cheeks, hands sliding back and tangling in your hair, letting out a wordless sound of frustration as he pulls you in. 
It takes a second for your brain to catch up. You can barely process the sensations: stubble scraping your chin, teeth sinking into your lower lip, fingers tugging your hair hard enough to sting. The kiss is fierce and almost violent with its urgency. 
Your head spins, and you’re still reeling with shock when he hauls you closer, into his lap. You groan at the heat of his body against yours, the smell of his cologne, the slick slide of his tongue as it curls into your mouth. You’re lost in it, moving on pure animal instinct, dizzy with lust. 
You’ve imagined this so many times, but the reality is so much better than any fantasy. 
Bucky runs his hands up your bare thighs and then under your — his — shirt, thumbing your nipples through your bra, and you moan helplessly. 
He fumbles with buttons until he can get his mouth on you, sucking and nibbling at the hard peak and through the thin lace. He leaves a wet patch when he pulls away, and in the absence of his warm mouth, the air feels shockingly cool on your tingling skin, making you hiss and wriggle in his lap. 
“Get these off,” he says, popping the button of your cutoffs.  
You slide clumsily off his lap, standing so you can shimmy out of your shorts, and Bucky watches you, eyes dark. His swollen lips curl up in a slow smile as you push your panties down and let them fall to the floor. You open the last button of his shirt, and you’re about to shrug it off when he grabs your wrist. 
“Leave that on,” he says, in a low, authoritative voice that leaves no room for argument. “Let me taste you.” 
He pulls you forward so that you’re up on your knees on the couch and he simultaneously slouches, sliding down until his head is tilted back against the back of the couch and his face is level with your pelvis. Your breath catches. 
He grabs your ass with both hands, tugging you toward his mouth, and nuzzles against your center, burying his face between your legs like he can’t get close enough. The first drag of his tongue is slow and lingering, and he groans low in his throat like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted. 
You’re hesitant at first, self-conscious as he explores, figuring out what you like. He takes his time, caressing you with the flat of his tongue and then flicking your clit with the very tip of it, trying different things until he finds the spot that makes you whimper. When he goes for it again, targeting that spot with relentless accuracy, your legs start to shake, and you brace yourself with a white-knuckled grip on the back of the couch. 
It doesn’t take long before you’re shuddering, rolling and twisting your hips into the wet-hot pressure of his mouth. You half-collapse forward, down on your elbows while you bite the heel of your hand in an effort to keep quiet. 
Bucky makes a rough, wordless sound that vibrates through you, and then he’s gripping your hips, forcing you down and away while you squirm. It takes a conscious effort to open your eyes and focus on him, and even more of an effort to bite back your pathetic whine. 
“Fuck, why’d you stop?” you gasp. 
“Did you want to come, sweetheart?” he teases, and before you can answer, he pulls you down for a kiss, sitting you down so that you’re straddling him. 
You rock your hips instinctively as he nibbles his way down the side of your neck. You can feel the thick shape of his hard cock through his dress pants, and you grind down with a frustrated whimper, trying to get some friction. 
He works a hand between your legs and curls two thick fingers into you, crooking them, pumping them in and out, kissing you slowly as he works you up again. When he rubs them back and forth slightly, teasing your g-spot, you can hear the wet obscene sound it makes.
“Listen to that,” he murmurs. “Dirty girl. Is there something you want?” 
He does it again, kissing you, letting out a low moan against your lips as you clench around his fingers. You can hear the filthy, undeniable proof of how badly you want him. 
Your cheeks burn and your voice cracks when you say, “Yes.” 
“Up,” he orders, and he smacks your ass lightly as he pushes you back. You almost fall, stumbling on wobbly legs, but he stands and steadies you. Then he clamps a hand around the back of your neck, pushing you toward the stairs with gentle but firm pressure. It’s a possessive touch, and it sends a shiver down your spine.  
For a second you think he’s going to guide you upstairs, but he urges you down instead, and you realize he’s heading for the guest room. 
“Want to hear all the pretty noises you make while I take you apart,” he mutters, answering the question you didn’t ask out loud, and your belly twists with immediate arousal at the words even before you remember Becca sleeping upstairs. 
Your hands are shaking, and your skin is on fire, and as you walk, you can’t help but wonder if this is a fever dream. 
Bucky presses you against the wall for a dirty, bruising kiss, and then he lifts you, carrying you through the door, turning the lights on as he goes. He half-tosses you onto the bed, like you’re nothing more than a rag doll. 
“Stay,” he orders, when you start to squirm up toward the headboard. “Stay right there. Spread those legs and show me where you need me.” 
Fuck. 
Your feet are still dangling over the end of the bed, so you plant them flat on the mattress, bending your knees, exposing yourself. Your cheeks burn as you do it, but Bucky grins, smug and sure, stripping his tie and shirt off to reveal skin and muscle that make your mouth water. Then he unbuttons his slacks and pushes them down, along with his boxer briefs. When he straightens up again, you get a good look at his cock, the thick length of it flushed red. 
He sidles closer, standing at the foot of the bed and looming over you, stroking himself a few times. He lets out a low chuckle, and you realize you must be staring. 
“Is that what you want?” he asks. 
“Yeah,” you breathe. 
Without warning, so fast it startles you, he grabs your ankles and yanks you down the bed. You let out an undignified sort of squeak, disoriented, and before you can recover he’s got your ass to the edge of the bed, his arms hooked under your knees, leaving you wide-open and exposed. 
“I don’t give a sugar-frosted fuck what you want,” he says, low and sweet like a purr. 
It takes a second for you to recognize your own words, and you gape at him. 
“Wait — what?” 
“I’m gonna teach you a lesson, baby,” he says softly, pressing your left knee back and out with one hand, pinning you. With the other hand, he rubs the head of his cock against your entrance and then slides it up your center, hot slick pressure teasing your clit as he continues, “It’s like I told you: you can’t always get what you want.” 
You whimper, looking up at him as he smiles.
The first inch is the most incredible stretch, a perfect pleasure-pain you’ve never felt before, and the wave of friction rolls out through your whole body, making you arch your back and tilt your hips up for more. He works himself in a little deeper before thrusting a few times, just a couple inches. He’s fucking you with less than half of his length but it’s already overwhelming, iron-hard and searing inside of you. 
He presses deeper, dragging against something inside that sends a jolt of heat up your spine, and you moan, twisting and grabbing helplessly at the duvet. He presses the heel of his hand down on your lower belly, right over that spot, increasing the pressure as your eyes roll back in your head. 
“There, huh?” he asks, with a wolfish grin. 
Then he moves, fucking you with quick jabbing thrusts, and you have to cover your own mouth to stifle your desperate shout.  It’s so fucking good but it’s so fucking much, this bright electric sensation rocketing through you with every movement, winding you up… 
Bucky slows just as you feel the first teasing wave of your orgasm tightening in your core. You let out a sob, writhing under him, desperate, pulled back from the edge again. 
“Look at me,” he orders, rocking into you at a torturously slow pace. 
He’s staring down at the place where his cock splits you open, and he’s flushed, the muscled expanse of his chest sheened with sweat. He looks almost as wrecked as you feel, but his eyes are flinty and intent.
Unlike you, he’s in complete control here. 
“Did that feel good?” 
You’re too close to be coherent; all you can manage is a few choked-off vowel sounds.
“Try that again,” he says, with a smirk. 
“Yes,” you groan. “Fuck, yes, please. I want —” 
“Not yet.” He pulls out without warning, and you whimper. “On your knees.” 
Before you can process the command, he’s manhandling you, flipping you onto your stomach, gripping your hips to get you in position. He grinds against you, wet cock sliding along the crack of your ass, and smacks the side of your thigh, making you twitch and groan. 
He holds you in place while he lines up again, but you arch your back helplessly when you feel the slick pressure again, trying to urge him on. 
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you really do want it, don’t you?” Bucky growls. “Look at you tryin’ to fuck yourself on my cock.” 
“Please,” you manage.  
He thrusts into you with one smooth movement, hips snapping forward, filling you all at once, making your eyes roll back and your arms give out. You collapse forward with a shout, face-down on the duvet, and he doesn’t give you a second to adjust; he slides out slow, a long steady drag, and slams back in, so deep it feels like he might split you open. 
Bucky grabs you around your waist and tugs you upright, holding you against his chest, his arm like an iron band around your ribs. 
“Had enough?” he teases, right up against your ear. He rolls his hips slowly, tiny circles that press against some incredible sweet spot inside you.  
“Please, daddy,” you whisper. 
You can feel his reaction to that, the way his chest heaves as he sucks in a breath, the way his cock throbs inside you, and you half-sob as you squeeze around him. 
“Did you learn your lesson, princess?” he says raggedly, hips working in little figure-eights like he can’t help himself. 
“Yes,” you gasp. “Promise. Fuck, please, I need —” 
“Don’t worry, babygirl, gonna give you exactly what you need,” Bucky says, his voice gorgeously strained and raw. 
He slides a hand down between your legs, rocking forward again as he pushes the heel of his hand against your clit. The intensity of the combined sensations is blinding — exquisite fullness and blunt friction all at once — molten heat surging in your core —
“I’ve got you,” Bucky growls. “Come for daddy.” 
It builds hard and fast, tension coiling up, winding you tighter, stripping away every rational thought and every scrap of shame until all you can do is let it crest and break. 
Everything goes white when the first wave crashes through you. You’re distantly aware of Bucky half-shouting your name, grinding in deep as he comes, cock twitching inside you, so close you can barely tell his orgasm from your own; it’s just one slick pulsing rush after another as you shudder through it together. 
“Spoiled rotten,” he murmurs, kissing the round of your shoulder as you both try to catch your breath. 
You don’t bother to deny it. 
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FIC REC: oldies but goodies II
The first oldies but goodies fic rec I did exploded and everyone seemed to love it. So here’s another one. Going back through to find some of my favorite older fics I haven’t read in a while -- some of you may not have ever read them! As always, no specific order. Buckle up, this is a long one. 
This is purely a fic rec blog, always reblogging fics I enjoy. usually Bucky x reader, sometimes Steve x reader, Chris Beck x reader, Sebastian x reader, Chris x reader etc. So check out more I’ve reblogged on this page. :) See my past fic recs below:
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Bucky x reader:
Old Souls by @thedevilwearsvibranium​ Bucky x reader
“Your aunt runs an antique shop in the lower parts of Manhattan, and asks you to work in her shop once a week. You happily take the job, but then on your first day you have a strange encounter with an unusual customer - Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Things ensue as the two of you end up becoming friends - and maybe even more - as you reminisce about the old things that you love as well as your mysterious pasts.”
I Can’t Swim by @revengingbarnes​ Lifeguard!Bucky x reader
“The reader pretends to drown to grab the attention of the hot lifeguard who looks after the beach. Lies don’t last long though, and eventually it backfires.”
All We’ve Got is Time by @hispeculiartreasure​ 40s!Bucky x reader
“In a world where Bucky never falls off a train and Steve lives after crashing the plane, Bucky is trying to adjust to a new peace-time normal. Spring 1946, Reader starts a brand new typist position in one of the many New York office buildings after being displaced from her factory job once the war ended. An unconventional friendship starts which leads to all the romance and fluff.”
Run to Me by @sgtjbuccky​ Mob!Bucky x reader
“In where you’ve always had a habit of ending up in situations you shouldn’t, and when you caught the eye of the man who ran New York, Bucky Barnes, your life changed. They warned you about him, but the one thing they never warned you about was how you’d always want to run to him.”
You’re My Mission by @shreddedparchment​ Bucky x reader
“Hydra is not as dead as everyone thought. After losing both parents in one night, Captain America saves you and takes you to Wakanda where he introduces you to his best friend Bucky Barnes who is tasked with turning you into a strong soldier. Of course, just because he has to spend time with you, doesn’t mean he has to like you.”
Change Your Mind by @jamesbvck​ High school!Bucky x reader
“Senior Year: the last year to be a somebody or a nobody. A chance to fall in love, ace that final exam and make memories. After a terrible first impression, Bucky makes it his mission to fix the mistake he made with the new girl. Will they get their chance?”
What’s in a Name? by @ciarawritesmarvel​ Bucky x reader, Soulmate!AU
“When you love someone, their name appears on your shoulder. If it’s in blue, it’s unrequited. If it’s in red, it’s requited. The name turns black when your love dies.”
Espresso by @shurisneakers​ College!Bucky x reader
“In which your best friend’s brother begins to set you up on dates when you mention that you haven’t been in a relationship in years, but things don’t go as expected.“
Heart and Soul by @all1e23​ Alpha!Bucky x omega!reader
“Alphas only brought trouble. The only thing they are good for is bringing their Omegas pain and forced submission. They were dangerous, reckless and cruel. There wasn’t an ounce of kindness in any of them. She didn’t need an Alpha and she certainly didn’t believe in that True Mates fairytale. That was just some fabricated fable Alphas made up to trick innocent doe-eyed Omegas. She wasn’t going to fall for that. Not again. No Alpha would ever get her to believe that love truly exists. And then, James Buchanan Barnes walked into her life.”
Sugary Sweet by @all1e23​ Sugar daddy!Bucky x reader
“Is it all just sugar or something more?”
Swallow by @all1e23​ Biker!Bucky x reader
“Since he was fifteen years old, Bucky Barnes has only been sure of two things; the club should be the most essential thing in his life, and he’d burn it all down for you.  You’re the only thing in this world that matters, and he’ll do whatever it takes to win you back, even if that means destroying everything he built. None of it mattered without youSwallows choose a mate for life, and will only nest with that bird and no other; they travel long distances apart only to find their way to back to each other, again and again. Bucky knew the second he met you. You’re his other half; you’re his swallow.”
Astrophile by @all1e23​ Firefighter!Bucky x reader, Single dad AU
“Orion Rebecca Barnes’s favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner GIVES her any book she wants; she’s the coolest girl Orion has ever met.
It doesn’t take long for Bucky to notice his daughter’s sudden interest in constellations and the large stack of astrology related books piling up in her room. He’s spent her entire life trying to teach her about the stars and where her name came from with little interest from his little comet and all of sudden she’s in love. All thanks to the girl who owns the bookstore?”
Melt With Me by @daffodilsbucky​ Blacksmith!Bucky x Princess!reader
“The reader, the princess of the kingdom of Shield, has to choose a royal spouse in time for her birthday ball, but a lowly blacksmith already has her heart.“
I Wished on the Moon For You by @sunmoonandbucky​ 40s/Modern Bucky x 40s/modern reader
“After losing Bucky, you were devastated. So when Howard Stark asks for volunteers for an experiment, you’re the first in line.”
Come Back by @littlemarvelfics​ Modern!Bucky x reader
“You and Bucky Barnes are high school sweethearts who haven’t seen each other since part ways years ago. What happens when you come back to town with a plus one in tow?”
Years Later by @buckthegrump​ Bucky x reader, soulmate au
“Bucky doesn’t have the best of luck. Or at least he didn’t until the day he finally met his soulmate.“
Why Can’t I Say That I’m in Love? by @buckthegrump​ Baker!Bucky x princess!reader
“As a young girl you went into town with your parents to see the villagers. That’s where you met one little boy who would change your life and your heart. But as the princess of the kingdom, there are things that are expected of you. Falling in love with the baker’s son is not one of them.”
Notebook by @softlybarnes​ College!Bucky x reader
“Bucky and Y/N sit next to each other all semester. They never talk to each other, until one day they do.“
20 Seconds, Meet Cute Moment by @mindingmyownbusiness​ Modern!Bucky x reader
“You walk out of a dressing room asking if the outfit suits you, but it’s not your friend waiting outside the room like you thought“
As it Was by @heli0s-writes​ past Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader
“Sam warned him when he arrived at the compound, returned to the timeline he ran from: It’s different now, she doesn’t do the superhero thing anymore, she’s got another life now, but he wouldn’t listen. He can’t. He must hope that some things are the same, that your love is the same.”
Merry Christmas, I Love You by @shreddedparchment​ Bucky x reader
Reader is the eyes/handler for Bucky & Sam during missions. There’s some pining involved. 
“You look at Bucky’s cam and it changes position. He’s running faster, sliding from doorway to doorway before he throws himself within one as gunfire rains down on him from an open door at the end.You slide the big heavy laptop you use for recon over and pull up all the schematics of the bunker you’d found in your research of the building.“Y/N, find me a way down.” He grunts, returning fire when he can.“Already on it.” You inform him, sneaking a glance as he slides out from his hiding spot to one closer to the shooter.“
Say It by @sgtjbuccky​ Bucky x reader
“In where you loved Bucky unconditionally, enough to sacrifice your life for his happiness, now Bucky tries to save yours.“
Marriage Story by @sunmoonandbucky​ College!Bucky x reader
“Fake marrying Bucky was only supposed to be a means to an end.“
If The World Was Ending by @whistlingwillows​ Bucky x reader
“Bucky knows he’s still in love with you a year after the two of you mutually agreed to break up. when one phone call spirals into one plan being made and then another, and then suddenly he’s staying at your place, he wonders if there may be a chance to try again.“
Double Blind by @wkemeup​ Bartender!Bucky x reader
“Set up on what might be the worst blind date you’d ever been on, you find yourself captivated by the mysterious bartender instead.”
What’s on the Inside by @revengingbarnes​ Mechanic!Bucky x reader
“The reader’s car breaks down and has to be taken to an auto repair shop to be fixed. The mechanic there is a huge, intimidating man, but with a heart of gold that immediately piques her interest.“
Late Night Study Session by @cordytriestowrite​ College!Bucky x reader
“Finally, the handsome Steve Rogers takes up your offer to be study buddies and you swear you could make it more if only Bucky Barnes wasn’t everywhere you turned.“
I Hate Everybody by @morsmordre-writes​ College!Bucky x reader, social media au
“After spending the summer getting over your high school sweetheart, it’s time for new beginnings. What else is college for?“
I’ll Be Seeing You by @ugh-supersoldiers​ Bucky x reader
“You lost your vision at a young age due to an infection in your brain and you’ve coped with it well. You’re a successful professor at a local university, casually making your way down the hall when your friend and college Helen Cho introduces you to Bucky. You grow close over several months of late night coffee and the occasional stay in your apartment, but Bucky doesn’t want to tell you who he really is in fear of scaring you off. What happens when a miracle procedure might give you back your sight?“
Hello My Old Heart by @louhooo​ Firefighter!Bucky x reader
“You’re back in your hometown after abruptly leaving four years earlier. You had your reasons for leaving, you did, but the more time you spend back home, and with the people you left behind, you aren’t so sure if those reasons hold up anymore. Especially when a certain man with brown hair and blue eyes looks your way.“
Scorched by @whistlingwillows​ past Steve x reader, Bucky x reader
““You utterly destroyed me, you know that? I loved you more than I needed to breathe and you just walked away. I lost everything and you walked away.”“
Want One? by @hootyhoobuckaroo (can’t tag) Demon!Bucky x reader
“the reader summons a demon by accidentally drawing an occult symbol in sandwich condiments. The demon, a strange yet oddly charming being by the name of Buchanan, begins to frequent her little apartment. It’s only a matter of time until she can make her way past his guarded exterior.“
Sugar by @softlybarnes​ 40s!Bucky x reader (happy)
“By a miracle of fate, Bucky Barnes does not fall off of the train. He does not spend decades as a brainwashed assassin. Instead, he goes home to Brooklyn to spend his life with a girl he adores, a snarky nurse that he met during the war.”
Others:
Window to Your Soul(mate) by @melodramaticfanatic​ Sebastian Stan x reader
“3 months after moving to New York City, Y/N feels like she has finally found her footing. She has a great apartment, is making friends and has a steady enough job to pay the rent. She’s even gotten used to the empty apartment across from hers…but all that changes when a handsome film star returns home after months of being away.”
Conversations by @jamielea81​ Chris Evans x reader
“A chance meeting with the Evans brothers leads to a year of friendship through texts and phones calls.”
Forever in My Heart by @prettyyoungtragedy​ Modern!Steve Rogers x reader
“It had been ten years since you last saw Steve Rogers, unrequited teenage love, an ocean that separated you and loves never forgotten. What happens when you see him again a decade later?“
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Hi! Any Anastasia AUs?
This post is for you!
There's also these:
At The Beginning by Geekygirl24 (WIP | 5,767 | M)
When Schmidt curses all those who stood against him, it is believed that Captain America died. Years later, Peggy Carter, at the end of her life, offers a reward to anyone who can prove otherwise. Two ex-brainwashed assassins come up with a cunning scheme to get this reward, unaware that the poor schmuck they'd chosen was more than what he seemed
(Aka, the Anastasia/Stucky fusion nobody asked for)
Part 13 of Marvel OTPs
like a memory from a dream* by Bookbee, Ginny_Potter (complete | 93,842 | E) *graphic violence
Best friends since childhood, Steve and Bucky couldn’t be more different. Bucky is the sickly heir to the Sokovian throne, while Steve is a mere kitchen boy. Their lives will be forever changed on a cold October night, when HYDRA seizes the power and the Imperial Family disappears from history. After a long and bloody civil war, HYDRA established its power in the country and Steve, former Captain for the losing side, is forced into hiding with a former ally, the Black Widow.
But on the thirteenth anniversary of the fall of the Tsar, a rumor spreads in Novi Grad: the Dowager Empress, in her French exile, offers a reward to whoever will find out if one of the Imperial children is still alive. When a mysterious man without a past and bearing an incredible resemblance with Steve’ lost best friend appears out of thin air, looking for a way out of Sokovia, the opportunity is too good to pass…
Once Upon A December* by Sam_Haine (complete | 21,118 | E) *graphic violence, chose not to warn
A great tragedy befalls the Rogers' family, leaving their only son, Steve, an orphan. Steve has no recollection of who he truly is and has no inclination to finding out until he meets the dark and mysterious loner, James Buchanan Barnes who insists that he call him by the name of Bucky.
the memory of an ember by hereyeswerestars (complete | 3,735 | M)
look at that ... it ain't a sugar daddy au lol .
so i love both the musical and movie anastasia , & i also love stucky and decided the lack of stucky fics i've posted needed to change . so here ya go , enjoy & leave a comment if u love it :))
The Perfect Plan by buckyandchill (WIP | 3,218 | T)
“If I don’t remember who I am who is to say I’m not a prince, right?” Steve asked. Bucky smothered a smile and pulled a thinking face. “Go on…” “I mean. His great-aunt will certainly know if I am or if I’m not right? She’ll know right away and it’ll all just be an honest mistake." “Highly plausible.” Bucky said, nodding along. “A-and if you are the prince then we’ve returned you back to your family.” Sam added. Bucky fake gasped. “You know he’s right. Either way, it'll get you to New York.”
or:
The Anastasia AU no one asked for
Once Upon A December* by KenrakenOkwaho (WIP, hiatus | 5,335 | G) *chose not to warn
Tsarevich Iakov Nikolaevich of Russia has never been one to absolve himself of any errors, that's why he cannot overlook Tsar Nikolai II Aleksandrovich's shattering mistakes. It doesn't stop him from grieving on the frontlines when he hears about his father's abdication. He grieves because his family's fate is sealed, their death the only outcome. Then, when all is lost, his will to live slowly withering away as he goes into hiding with a stranger he met while he was writhing in pain in a medical tent, rumours of his sister's survival reach his ears and his heart springs back to life. Deserting the army is never easy, but he will fight. For her, he will fight thousands of armies if need be!
Or: The one where Bucky is the son of Tsar Nicholas II of Russia, Steve goes missing, Tony is a witty saviour and Anastasia is alive.
ON HIATUS!
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metalbvcky · 4 years
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*Shows up late to the Stucky/Marvel fandom Post-EG with Starbucks and dozens of fics that I’ve read in hand* So you guys like fanfiction?
Yeah so, because of quarantine I’ve been consuming a ton of fic. I’ve probably read over 1.5 million words in just a couple months. So why not share what I’ve been reading! Note that some of these are older (popular) fics so veteran Stucky peeps will probably know of them since I not too recently delved into the realm that is Stucky fanfic. :)  
Down below are over a dozen fics with different tropes, Canon/AU’s, and what not. Please do heed the tags on some of these. For the curious: My AO3 bookmarks. 
Also shoutout to @stuckylibrary, the mods over there are doing the lords work. 
Key:  ♥ = My fave, S = Smut, DS = Dom/Sub 
Heroes are Easy, People are Hard ♥ by Halbereth, Lorien - Words: 152,284 | CW Fix It, Slight Canon Divergence, Recovery, Slow Burn
Shuri and Wanda cleared Bucky's triggers shortly after Killmonger's attempted coup, and he and Steve went on the run. But it turns out there's more to "fixing Bucky's head" than "getting Hydra out of it." When a group of rogue scientists manage to neutralize the serum and make Steve very sick--pre-serum "this is bad" kind of sick--and they're cut off from contact with Wakanda, Bucky knows only one person with resources to help. He calls Tony and surrenders on the condition that Tony tries to help Steve.
From there, it's basically three variously messed-up guys’ trajectories from "This Is Fine", "Reasonably Speaking I Know It’s Fine", "I Will Be Fine With It" to actually being fine, guest-starring a far-better-adjusted teenage boy who climbs walls, a 1957 Ford Thunderbird, two women with a keen sense of the absurd, and Bruce, the Zen master of “it’s fine that it’s not fine.” Add in the fact that Bucky's been secretly in love with Steve since the thirties and things only get harder. Learning to be a person is the hardest thing Bucky Barnes will ever have to do--but he's got company along the way.
Reap The Whirlwind by Cristinuke - Words: 18,221 | Canon Universe, Post CW, Domestic 
Bucky finds a cat. Or rather, a cat finds him.
Your Favorite Ghost by augustbird - Words: 21,013 |  Canon Divergence, Post TWS
It's harder than Steve ever expected to bring Bucky home.
Despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) ♥ by praximeter (Zimario) - Words: 71,532 | Canon Divergence TWS, Body Modifications 
“They really didn’t want the mask to come off.” Hill thumbed through the scans, and pulled out a film that she then handed over to Sam, face mostly expressionless but for the flat line of her pursed lips.
Sam accepted the film and held it up to the light, angling so both he and Steve could see it, squinting at the outline of the Winter Soldier’s skull, and the blips of unnatural white that showed up, God, in his brain, not to mention about half his teeth, plus the mask, with its thin protrusions—
“Those are pins,” Steve realized. He looked over at Hill. “The mask—it’s nailed to his face.”
Hill’s face was as unmoved as ever. “Like I said. They really didn’t want it coming off.”
This city bleeds its aching heart ♥ by Renne - Words: 34,537 | Canon Universe, Fake/Pretend Relationship 
The one where Steve and Bucky pose as a happily married couple while on a mission for SHIELD, to catch an international arms dealer hiding in a suburban neighbourhood.
The Best Way to Wake ♥ by LeeHan - Words: 42,293 | Post TFA, Canon Divergence TWS, Recovery 
James Buchanan Barnes lay in a glass pod in the middle of the table, frozen since he fell. Steve’s hands were on the glass before he realized he’d moved. “Wait, Captain!” “Get him out,” Steve whispered, his hands searching for a clasp, a keypad, something. “Captain, we need to keep him in stasis—“ “I said get him out!”
Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail ♥ series by owlet - Words: 264,438 | Canon Divergence (sort of) 
The mission resets abruptly, from objective: kill to objective: protect
Undersell, overcommit by silentwalrus - Words: 10,222 | Canon Universe 
Steve goes so hard for Bucky that he becomes a licensed, practicing massage therapist.
Sparked Up Like a Book of Matches by Sena - Words: 26,734 | Post-TWS, Canon Universe 
Steve lives in Stark Tower and doesn't have much to do when he's not going after Hydra strongholds. He attends charity events to make Pepper happy. He goes hiking with Sam. He hangs out with Clint in Bed-Stuy and watches Dog Cops. Sometimes Tony gives him super alcohol in a sippy cup. Sometimes he sees Bucky out of the corner of his eye and wonders if it's real or if he's starting to lose his mind.
Alternately, the one with terrible jokes, a foot chase through the Lower East Side, and a tiny little robot named Shitcan.
Sugar Sweet ♥ from the Red Velvet series by ColorCoated - Words: 173,400 | Modern/Sugar Daddy AU, Age Difference, Slow Burn
"What's your name?" It wasn't even a line. He was just pretty and Bucky wanted a name to go with that face. With that strong jawline. With those deep blue eyes. A little smirk, "Steve."
Awww, Steve. He looked like a Steve. Bucky pursed his lips in a way he hoped was attractive, "You should buy me a drink."
College Student Bucky finds himself immediately attracted to Steve. He knows that Steve's a bit older than him, and that Steve himself is put off by the age difference. . . But that doesn't stop Bucky from wanting to climb him like a tree.
Steve and Bucky Go Away for the Weekend (and cook a lot) ♥ by E_Greer -  Words: 30,126 | Canon Universe, Domestic 
In which Steve coaxes Bucky out of the Tower for a birthday weekend away and sweet, fluffy domesticity ensues. Phlintasha helps keep Bucky calm, Steve has Opinions about how you set the table, stories are told, greenhouses are toured, baths are had, books are read, tears are shed, stars are gazed upon, and everyone makes Bucky feel loved. Includes Friday night dinner, Saturday morning breakfast, Saturday lunch, Saturday dinner, and Sunday brunch.
Dona Nobis Pacem by thegraytigress - Words: 65,214 | Canon Universe, Recovery 
"This job... We try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes it doesn't mean everybody, but if we can't find a way to live with that... Next time maybe nobody gets saved."
An incident on the battlefield exposes how much Steve's falling apart under the crushing weight of leading the Avengers after Sokovia. Now Bucky's adopting a new mission: save Steve before he destroys himself completely, even if it means the end of Captain America.
Give 'Em Hope ♥ by L1av - Words: 130,022 | Modern/Hospital AU, UA/Age Difference 
Dr. Steve Rogers likes to think that if his patients have hope- their chances of survival will increase. Bucky Barnes has a 20% chance of survival and a desperate yearning to experience life. Against Steve's better judgment, he develops a relationship with his patient. It's illegal. It's wrong. But it's giving Bucky the hope to keep going, so Steve's going to keep giving it, because he wants Bucky to survive. He needs him to.
You belong (to me) by hermionesmydawg - Words: 29,759 | S, DS, Canon Compliant, Post CW
"Hold on." Bucky lifted a finger and backed out of the doorway, returning a moment later with his cell phone. He snapped a photo of Steve, typed a few words, and then returned to his apple. "What the hell were you doing at a sex club last night?"
"Not having sex, if that's what you're wondering." An alert sounded from Steve's nightstand - a new Snapchat message. He rolled his eyes and unlocked his phone. Sam was always sending stupid Snapchats and frankly, Steve couldn't figure that goddamn app out and cursed whoever created that piece of shit.
The chat wasn't from Sam this time, however. It was a picture of himself, not looking guilty at all, with the caption "when your buddy catches you looking at p*rn."
Circling Back from the It’s Not Linear series by chaya - Words: 59,642 (Series Total: 136,782) | Canon Divergence
Steve looks for Bucky, Bucky finds Steve, Steve tries desperately to put Bucky back together. Bucky tries desperately to let him.
Continuing Education by 743ish, romanticalgirl - Words: 14,443 | S, Canon Universe/College, Shrunkyclunks 
Steve is invited to be a guest lecturer on the WWII unit for Bucky's college course. Bucky's more than happy to glean any extra knowledge (in more than just history) from Steve, and Steve's happy to eductate him. But then Bucky has to decide if he can handle the fact that Steve throws himself into danger, and if the sex is worth it. Or if it's not just sex anymore.
Salt & Sugar by GoldBlooded, stfustucky - Words: 19,598 | Modern/Restaurant AU
Steve Rogers is a bigshot celebrity chef in New York City, and Bucky Barnes is a classically trained pastry chef in Moscow.
When billionaire and mutual friend Natasha Romanoff calls on them to collaborate for her Memorial Day Benefit Gala, they both brace themselves to spend the week working with some jerk they're bound to hate. Except... Steve makes a burger that could bring Bucky to tears, and Bucky makes tartlets so beautiful Steve's sure they qualify as art. Maybe, just maybe, together they could make this a night to remember.
@/sgtbarnes1917 and @/cptrogers1918 by BayleyWinchester - Words: 114,203 | Canon Universe, Social Media Fic 
Bucky Barnes broke Twitter with one photo
Proprietary Information ♥ from the Additional Information series by notlucy - Words: 85,141 (Series Total: 165,871) | Modern AU, Age difference, Slow Burn
Okay, so Bucky Barnes has a crush on Steve Rogers. The guy's gorgeous, talented and, oh yeah, the Chief Design Officer of the biggest tech company in the world. In other words: he's so far out of Bucky's league that he might as well be in a different stratosphere.
Deep in the Woods (Where My Heart Has Been Waiting) by SilverMyfanwy - Words: 15,353 | Pioneer-AU, Shrinkyclinks 
Steve Rogers gets lost in the woods in a snowstorm. Bucky Barnes takes him in. Pioneer-era AU ish with Shrinkyclinks, evil chickens and a cabin in the woods.
A Bucky Odyssey by inediblesushi, thorstbench - Words: 9,952 | Shrinkyclinks,  Cap!Bucky, Nurse!Steve  
Bucky Barnes, Captain America, has a plan to make Steve Rogers, SHIELD nurse, fall in love with him. Confiding in the Internet might not be the best idea, though. So when the bad pick up lines do not work and Steve looks determined to staying single, he decides to be more himself and less what he thinks he should be.
At first I wanted to wait to post this until I finished a few more fics from my ever growing read-later list but what the heck, now or never! I’ll probably end up making a part 2 reclist by the amount of fic I’m reading these days. 
Happy reading and stay safe out there fellow Stucky trash members!!
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epicstuckyficrecs · 4 years
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Weekly Recap | March 9-22
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Didn’t even realize but I completely forgot the recap for the week of March 9th to March 15th because I was too busy trying to find a flight home from Scotland (fuck coronavirus and bojo!!!) So now you get two weeks worth of fics!
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good on my own (needed me) by mcwho (Modern AU, Teacher Bucky | 12K | Explicit): There are some mistakes that could be made by anybody. Anybody. Bucky taught high school pretty much his whole life, and that was fine, those were kids, and he knew all of them anyway, which meant there was very little chance of him accidentally fucking any of his students during an impulsive post-marital-breakdown Grindr hook-up. Which is exactly what he had done with Steve.
💙 The Conservation of a 17th Century Painting by birdjay/ @bird-jay (Modern AU, Artist Steve | 13K | Explicit): Well. He does live alone, and it’s not like anyone would find out. He could safely stick his hand down his pants right now and not have to worry about it. He’s jerked off loads of times in his own apartment. It’s...healthy to let stress out this way...right? And the fact that it’s to a doctor of art history isn’t weird. Or at least, not super weird. People have masturbated to weirder things. Steve knows that for sure. And it’s not like Dr. Barnes is rough on the eyes or anything, either. He’s quite possibly the most handsome man Steve’s looked at in months. And, well, there’s the whole art side to things, as well. (Part 1 of The Met: Art Conservation Studies)
Re-framing the Canvas by birdjay/ @bird-jay (Modern AU | 4K | Explicit): Steve and Dr. Barnes's first date. (Part 2 of The Met: Art Conservation Studies)
Perfectly Mad by ClaraxBarton/ @claraxbarton​ (PWP, Shrunkyclunks | 2,2K | Explicit): Whoever had decided to seat Steve beside Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes - eldest son of President Winifred Barnes, war hero, recently returned from a three month stay as a hostage of an offshoot of the same terrorist group that had once held Tony Stark - was clearly an idiot. Actually, in Steve’s opinion, whoever had thought Barnes attending the dinner at all was an idiot. Whoever had thought inviting Steve to the dinner was an idiot.
own me, i'll let you play the role (i'll be your animal) by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid​ (Werewolf Steve, PWP | 6,7K | Explicit): He wanders into a clearing, the same one where he stood, almost three months ago, watching the Quinjet while waiting for Steve to come running to him. It was the start of something…educational. It’s one thing to take Steve as he is, another to love it the way Bucky did. He has no regrets. He’s been worse things than a monster-fucker. - Bucky’s not wearing red, but he’s got a big, bad wolf on his tail. (Part 3 of 💙in this story, you have claws)
i look like all you need by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP, Daddy Bucky | 4,9K | Explicit): “Steve,” James starts, voice so low and so deep, a shiver running down Steve’s spine, “Baby, you can either come here and stand in front of me…or I’ll drag you by your fucking hair and put you there. Choose.” (Part 1 of Daddy James Bucky Barnes/Twink Steve)
i'm seein' the pain, seein' the pleasure by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP, Daddy Bucky | 1,8K | Explicit): Steve had barely been able to keep up, gasping and trying to ask what James was doing, his thigh pulled up and hiked around a thick waist, a filthy roll of James’ hips. James had whispered low in his ear, “Wouldn’t be a good Daddy if I didn’t make sure my sweet boy got to bed…” (Part 2 of Daddy James Bucky Barnes/Twink Steve)
💙 No One Else by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (Sugar Daddy Steve | 12K | Explicit): And now here he is, walking up the steps to Steve’s brownstone at 12:03 in the morning on a Thursday night. He’s standing there like a fucking idiot with his tail between his legs, his hand coming up to ring the doorbell and falling back to his side maybe 8 times, and he lets out a shaky sigh. What if Steve wasn’t awake? Was this out of line? Showing up to his house in the middle of the fucking night? Fuck. (Part 1 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)
Never Before by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 5,6K | Explicit): Before Steve, Bucky enjoyed sex, engaging in it frequently with various partners, enjoying himself and the pleasure he could bring others. But when Steve came along his world was flipped upside-fucking-down. Bucky had never felt so desperate, so needy, so pathetic for someone. He had never once been brought to tears during sex or because of sex but Steve brought them out of him almost every time, whether it be from the sex itself or for begging for it. He had no idea what his body and what his mind were capable of during sex until he came along. It was like Bucky had never had sex before Steve entered his life. (Part 2 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)
Slumber by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP, Daddy Steve | 4,1K | Explicit): “Bucky, honey. Can’t get enough even when you’re sleepin’, huh?” (Part 3 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)
Mad With It by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 3,9K | Explicit): “Bucky, come here.” Fuck that. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t move and he finds himself gritting out, “Make me.” He knows he’s being a brat, knows he has been all damn day. He knows Steve is being as sweet as can be, trying to be supportive, but he can only take so much. (Part 5 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)
Cyclone by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 4,9K | Explicit): “Listen to those manners, baby, so good. You can have all of Daddy’s cock you want but you better fucking work for it.” (Part 6 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)
Delirious by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 2,8K | Explicit): “Fuck, honey you look so good takin’ it for me. That little cock has come twice already and look how hard it is for Daddy. Said you couldn’t come and look at you about to come all over my cock.” (Part 7 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)
I Just Wanna Tell You Somethin' by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 1,4K | Explicit): Bucky had been so preoccupied at the library studying with Natasha that he hadn’t even realized his phone had been ringing. Or that he had missed quite a handful of text messages. Luckily it was only one missed call, but his stomach clenched nervously when he saw that there was a voicemail. A long voicemail. (Part 8 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)
Lately You've Been on my Mind by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​  (PWP | 1,8K | Explicit):  As soon as Steve’s office door is closed behind him, he lets out an incredibly deep sigh, his tense shoulders slumping, his eyes falling shut. Meeting after meeting after meeting had consumed his day and most of them had unfortunately been arduous with difficult clients and a test of patience. Steve needed to go home for the weekend and it felt like he needed it more than he needed to breathe. He slips his phone from his pocket and immediately curses. He missed a call from Bucky. (Part 9 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)
💙 Gym Day by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 19K | Explicit): He sits up and rolls his neck, hands planted on either side of his hips on the wooden bench beneath him, focusing on his posture, and looks over at the man sitting with him. Oh shit. (Part 1 of Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Solider Bucky Barnes| Shrinkyclinks)
Easy Like Sunday Mornin' by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 3,2K | Explicit): Today is a Sunday and the universally-accepted laziness of the day may be why Steve finds himself wanting it slow and sweaty and deep. Bucky didn’t ask questions. (Part 2 of Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Solider Bucky Barnes| Shrinkyclinks)
💙 Right in my Space by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 9K | Explicit): Fuck. Steve’s head falls against the door with a gentle thump that he knows Bucky has to hear from the other side. Bucky was the absolute best and the absolute worst thing he could have seen on the other side of his door, especially with his slightly muddled red-wine-filled brain. He has worked so hard to avoid this moment, has hurt himself over and over again, and here he is feeling vulnerable standing at his door at midnight while the guy he definitely doesn’t want to date and definitely might not be in love with stands on the other side. (Part 3 of Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Solider Bucky Barnes| Shrinkyclinks)
life is but a dream by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 2,3K | Explicit): “Beg for it.” The phrase bounces around in Bucky’s brain like a pinball, off different sides, rolling around the curvature of his skull. His eyes are open, but his vision is a little hazy, can make out Steve’s slim backside as it hovers over Bucky’s angry erection, his amused but hot facial expression. Steve lets go of Bucky’s dick, smacks his hand down hard on his stomach instead, “Gone on me already, honey?” (Part 4 of Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Solider Bucky Barnes| Shrinkyclinks)
Edging Closer by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)/ @leveragehunters​ (Modern AU | 1,4K | Teen): Bucky had an apartment of his very own (okay, technically he co-owned it with the bank) and a neighbour of his very own: Steve Rogers, tall, blond, built and ridiculously kind. Sure, Bucky had accused said neighbour of being a butt-pic snapping pervert, but amazingly enough he'd been forgiven. In fact, he'd been more than forgiven, but even after dating Steve for not-quite-a-year, Bucky's eyebrows shot up when Steve dropped down next to him on the couch and casually asked, "Do you want to try edging this weekend?" (Part 2 of Two Men and a Single Entendre)
WIP
💙 Like it's the Only Thing I'll Ever Do by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (ABO AU | 3/4 | 22K | Explicit): When Steve opens the door, Bucky feels like he’s been living in clouds for the past few days, maybe even his entire life. Steve is life, Steve is happiness, Steve is the sun. He has such a visceral reaction to seeing the Alpha that he feels his knees go weak, feels his body draw tight towards the other man, pulled in. Or big Alpha Steve moves into sweet little Omega Bucky's apartment building and a roller-coaster build of a romance ensues.
💙 the reverie was not of me, you never saw nothing (so good for you and good for me) by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid​ (Canon divergent | 2/? | 15K | Explicit): S.H.I.E.L.D and the Red Room throw Captain America and the Winter Soldier together for yet another mission. Serendipity is a tricky thing. (Part 2 of lay your heart into my perfect machine)
The Mnemosyne Project by onymousann (Post-WS | 2/? | 4,5K | Explicit): Someone's trying to talk to the Winter Soldier. Steve intends to find out who. (Part 2 of ocean eyes)
Paradise Lost (& Found) by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel​ (Modern AU | 28/? | 62K | Mature): Meeting at a tropical resort AU where Steve is there on a 2-week honeymoon package after his fiancee left him at the altar, and Bucky is there for his sister’s destination wedding but doesn’t have a room because there was a mix up with the reservations in the system.
💙 Whip Crack by Quarra/ @quarra​ (Tentacles AU | 109K | 13/? | Explicit): Tentacle Monster Steve is captured by Hydra. They send in the Winter Soldier with a bull whip to break him, but as far as Steve's concerned the most beautiful creature he's ever seen walked in to his cell and started waving a sexy black tentacle at him. It's love at first sight.
Re-read
wild at heart by spacebuck/ @spacebuck​ (Shrunkyclunks, Soulmates AU | 11K | Explicit): Steve's volunteering when he meets his soulmate, and the cheetahs Bucky's responsible for make pretty good matchmakers, too.
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thestuckylibrary · 5 years
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Hi! Are there any sugar daddy!bucky/pre serum steve fics?
yup!
Roots Have Grown by AustinB (complete |16,217 | M)
Bucky is a mildly agoraphobic veteran with funds to spare, who becomes enamored with the cute blonde guy in his building.
So when Steve mentions needing a roommate to cut down on rent costs, Bucky decides it would be a good idea to volunteer.
There’s Danger in Your Eyes, Cherie by moonythejedi394 (oneshot |2,531 | T)
The year is 1919, New York City is a mix of bumbling boozeheads and the fellas that make the booze. The place is a speakeasy in Brooklyn, the bar is crowded with smoke and the smell of whiskey. A skinny Omega in a cheap evening gown sings “There’s Danger In Your Eyes, Cherie” over a piano bar; she sounds good but she can’t hit the high notes quite right. The men in the bar don’t care. The skinny dame’s name is Stevie Rogers, he’s a drag queen, and he’s doing a burlesque number.
Near the back in a private booth, a rich sonuvabitch smokes a cigar and watches with dark eyes as Stevie Rogers starts to slip off her gloves. That rich sonuvabitch’s name is James Barnes, and he’s what polite folk call bad news. He’s what impolite folk call one of them damn mafia men. He's what Steve's about to call a Sugar Daddy.
And this is only the beginning.
Start Freaking Out the Neighbourhood by fanfiction_fanfriction (WIP |40,573 | E)
It was only a year ago when the Avengers were assigned to keep an eye on the Winter Soldier following his capture and release from Hydra. The edges of the Winter Soldier formerly known as James Buchanan Barnes, or just Bucky were blurred, mashed in parts of a time long ago with the feeling of a gun or the warm stickiness of blood.
Bucky was still very much disconnected from anyone, plagued by nightmares and did what he was told, he spoke and tried to engage with the other members of the team, but there was nothing to talk about.
The disconnect felt so large that it made Tony come up with a crazy idea, to hire a prostitute for Bucky to spend the night with. It was to give Bucky a human connection to someone of the twenty first century and not affiliated with Hydra or even the Avengers.
But that connection made Bucky tethered to the small blonde with bright blue eyes and a quick tongue who loved to sketch in the early morning or late into the evening. Who was trying his best to keep himself afloat. He was a gift to a broken man, even with a little bow on top.
this must be the place by bettyboopz (WIP |15,346 | M)
"If you finish that and still want more," James says, leaning forward, "don't be shy. I'll get you anything you want. If you have to go back to work, you can save it for when you have time."
"Careful there, you're gonna spoil me."
"That wouldn't be so bad, would it?"
~
The one where Steve is a starving artist with a mouth that gets him in trouble and Bucky is a stupidly rich, mildly agoraphobic inventor who yearns for direction.
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seashellrosekitty · 5 years
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The Last Dance | Chapter Two
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Chapter Title: The Other Barnes Boy
Chapter One - The Dinner
Author’s Note: Here’s my entry to @spxderbarnes Em’s 21st Birthday Writing Challenge! I’m so excited because this is my first Bucky fic (or Marvel, rather)! I hope I get my characterization right because I love Bucky and I just love this story. Hope you enjoy this, Em! Happy Birthday, darling!
Plot: 1940s post-war era. Steve and Bucky are brothers and are teenagers, and they never served in the army because they were too young to join during the war. You find out you’re pregnant with Steve’s baby. Both Steve’s and your parents arrange for you and Steve to get married, but Steve declines. Ultimately, his father offers his other son, James (later known as Bucky), to marry you in Steve’s place.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (eventually)
Warnings: 18+ Content! Teenage pregnancy, arranged marriage, religious theme, sexist theme, fluff, smut (of course), angst, Steve being a cold jerk, characters coming from the comics (i.e. Bucky’s family), MCU characters appearing in this era (i.e. Bruce is your younger brother and some others who will appear in the next chapters).
Word count: 1.3k. It’s short for now.
Sally’s Diner, Red House, New York. Winter 1942.
The whole town was in the holiday mood. The Barnes family had finally just moved in after constantly being in and out of town for three years. The Barnes brothers, Steve and James decided to hangout at Sally’s Diner, hoping to see some old friends. 13-year old James was seated at the high stool, talking to Sally, a redhead waitress, and owner of the diner.
“What’s yours, sweetie?” She was met with a bright smile and gleaming blue eyes.
“Do you have some hot chocolate, Ma’am?” James inquired when a young girl about his age sat beside him.
“Could you make that two, Sally? Could I have mine with-”
“Marshmallows? Gotcha, sugar,” Sally interrupted the young girl. Her smile was shining with excitement for the sweet treat. She looked at James and shyly said, “I love marshmallows.”
“Me too,” inserted the older Barnes boy, Steve. The girl gleefully giggled at the tall boy who sat beside him. James looked dumbfounded and glared at his brother. He eyed him. His thoughts said, “You hate marshmallows.”
Sally leaned in front of him.
“Would you like some marshmallows too, sweetie?”
“I didn’t know you had marshmallows.” James loved those things. His mother used to sneak him some marshmallows in his hot chocolate during Christmas morning. Truly, a treat for the boy who willingly plowed their sidewalk after a heavy snowfall. “Are you gonna charge me extra for it, Ma’am?”
“Nah, for you, it’s on the house,” Sally offered with a wink. James looked at his brother and the girl already talking about going to the school’s winter formal together. He was getting grumpy but he didn’t want to ruin such a nice winter day.
“On second thought, I don’t want any marshmallows.”
Red House, New York. 1946.
James Buchanan Barnes was...in a word, a rebel. Often timid and quiet, anyone rarely ever knew what was on his mind. Especially not his father, whose focus was directed more to the eldest Barnes boy, Steve. He was the type that often got associated with the town’s lesser promising kids. When his father wanted him to be interested in chess when he was eight, he wanted to play baseball. Steve got into the game of chess, among other things that made Steve the most popular boy in school.
James, however, was a mama’s boy. The ladies in their family didn’t treat him like he was an outsider. But the one person’s approval that mattered to him the most was the one he couldn’t get. It was perhaps, ironic, how James became the young man he was. He badly wanted to feel loved by his father, but almost never did anything he wanted him to do. Perhaps, all he wanted was to be loved without needing to be much like his brother Steve.
That night in the Barnes residence after the brawl, James greeted his mother with a peck on the cheek. The sound of the motor of your father’s car began to fade away. “Is everything all right, Mama?” Winifred sighed, shaking his head. They both got inside the house and James noticed his papa in the dining table. His forehead resting on his palm.
“Hey, pop.”
“Why weren’t you home for dinner?”
“I was out.” George slammed his hand on the table, making the plates and utensils jump and clink.
“Of course you were out!  You just got here! I’m asking you where the hell you’ve been!” James didn’t answer. “You were out with your slacker friends again, weren’t you?” James mocked him, flipping the toothpick inside his mouth - being completely unfazed by the threatening tone of his papa. “Answer me, boy!”
“Fine, yes I was out with my friends. Oh, sorry, I mean my slacker friends. There, ya happy?” George finally stood in front of his boy, sizing him up. James, on the other hand, had no idea where his mockery and disrespect were getting him into. George grabbed the toothpick out of James’ mouth, wounding the inside of his lips.
“Ow! Fuck!” The boy grunted, anger erupting in his face, then a slap was thrown into his face, the assault aimed at his lips. His head turned sideways at the blow.
“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, you little punk?” Still defiant to submit, his eyes glared at his father.
“Bucky…” his mother softly called him and rubbed his back. “Apologize to your father.”
“I’m sorry I cussed, papa.” His apology came out so easily, implying how often this happened but he never bothered doing something about it. George accepted his apology without question in order to get what he wants.
“You’re gonna marry Y/N.”
“WHAT?” He yapped, turning to his mother who seemed to already know what’s going on. “Pop, did you hear just what you said? You’re asking me to marry Steve’s girlfriend? The girl who went out of our house crying just now?!” He pointed his thumb backward, gesturing their driveway where your father’s car was parked a minute ago. “Is that why you specifically wanted me to be at dinner tonight?!”
“No. But since your brother chickened out the last minute, there’s nothing we could do, son.”
“Bullshit!”
“Language!”
“Why do I got to do this? Why can’t Steve go? It’s his girlfriend!”
“She’s pregnant, son.”
“Wow.” James sarcastically chuckled as he put his hands on his waist and started pacing in the hallway. He rubbed his face with the whole of his palm with frustration. No wonder she was crying. She’s pregnant and Steve’s a fucking coward. Some coward for a golden boy, He thought.
“You must really hate me, pop, don’t you? You’re sending me to marry a girl I barely know, who, by the way, is my brother’s girlfriend! Just because she’s fucking pregnant!”
“James! What did I tell you about cursing in front of your mother?!”
“George...let the boy be. You just put him in a very difficult situation.”
“You’re doing this ‘cause you hate me, don’t you? Don’t you, Pop?” His jaws were glued together saying this. “I’m just James, your other son. The expendable one. It’s all right if my dreams are out the window just ‘cause your first-born gotta go to freakin’ Oxford and make his dreams come true! What a father you are.”
“James Buchanan Barnes! I won’t tolerate any more of this tone you’re having with me.”
“But it’s not fair, Papa! The baby’s not my responsibility! It’s Steve’s! Whatever happened to taking responsibility for our actions, huh, pop?” His question made his father look down. He turned to the stairs to yell at his big brother. “Hey, Steve! You better get your chicken-ass down here and settle this with Pa!”
James’ body turned around and once he faced his father, he was met with another open hand on his face. “One more line of disrespect, son, I swear, I’ll send you to military school.” George’s tone was now calm but more compelling.
James was never one to do something he doesn’t want. All of his interests - mechanic work, carpentry, and music, never once coincided with his father, forever marking him as the black sheep of the family. Steve, on the other hand, was effortlessly intelligent and easily got interested in what his father wanted for him. Always obedient, except this time, ironically, when his obedience was needed the most. With favoritism being the only obvious reason, George let his eldest son off the hook.
In his whole life, this predicament irked James the most. Getting married at seventeen is not something to take lightly. Hell, what was he thinking? Getting pregnant at eighteen and having to carry the baby alone is something no young woman should do. What would he be doing being Y/N’s husband? How would that work out between the two of them?
What about Steve’s baby? Was he supposed to take care of it? Make himself the baby’s daddy? Is all of that better than the other thing? His thoughts drifted back to his father’s last two words: military school. Anywhere else’s better than here, James thought to himself. It struck him an idea.
“If I marry her...What’s in it for me?”
To be continued in:
Chapter Three: The Deal
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What’s next??
As my current series wind down, I’m wanting to start plotting what’s next, and you my lovelies get to decide. Lucky ducks. Below are your options. The top two vote getters will be the next series I work on. (The series will be from different fandoms for my own sanity.) All these series will be written at some point. 
Option #1: Sugar Daddy AU!
 When you can’t get the money you need to finish school, all your plans are derailed, including moving in with your best friend Wanda. Instead you find yourself working double shifts while you face the reality you may just have to forgo this semester all together.
Clint Barton likes his life orderly, simple, and uncomplicated. That’s why he makes certain...arrangements with the women in his life. When his latest companion breaks their agreement he needs a replacement and fast. Enter his daughter complaining about how unfair it is that you may not have the money to finish your degree and Clint sees a solution to both your problems. 
Clint’s proposition seems too good to be true, but you agree just the same. Soon, both of your lives are anything but uncomplicated.
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Option #2: Soulmate AU!
Everyone is born with three dots on their left wrist. Once you meet your soulmate, the dots connect in a perfect triangle. But you’ve always been an odd one, and having five dots instead of three just seems to confirm that. But when you meet three brothers and end up with three triangles on your wrist things start to make sense. Sort of. 
Elijah, Klaus and Kol Mikaelson--three brothers fiercely loyal to one another but constantly fighting amongst themselves. When they discover they share a soulmate, can they put aside their differences for their sakes and yours?
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Option #3: Modern Criminal AU!
You just wanted a drink. That seemed like a simple enough task to accomplish. Then that asshole from work that doesn’t know the meaning of the word no follows you to the club. When a handsome stranger comes to your rescue you’re nothing but relieved.
Alfie Solomons had his eye on you from the moment you stepped into his club. Normally, he doesn’t get involved in drama on the floor, but when that ass won’t leave you alone what else could he do but step in and pretend to be the boyfriend you claimed to be meeting. He suggests you pay him back by having a drink which soon turns into a drink every night and dinner the next weekend. 
Alfie tries to keep you away from the danger of his life, but you already know all about it. In fact, you know more than he could have ever imagined. 
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Option #4: Series Rewrite
You meet Damon Salvatore one quiet night. When he can’t compel you, he befriends you instead. You quickly become a sidekick to the Salvatore brothers and keep them out of more trouble than they could have imagined. Basically, what would have happened if Damon met a take no shit girl that put the brothers’ happiness and needs before her own. 
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Option #5: Reworking of existing series.
I published the first five chapters of this fic as an OC. Rewriting as reader insert and revamping the storyline accordingly. 
James Buchanan Barnes. Captain America's best friend. Hydra's secret weapon. A man lost in time who can't remember his own name let alone those he held most dear.
Y/N Y/L/N. A nurse on the front in World War II. A mutant in a time they weren't known. A woman who can heal with a touch that catches the attention of Hydra.
Her heart breaks for the man they call the Winter Soldier. She does her best to help him remember who he is while struggling to keep hold of her own sanity. Hydra separates them, a certain Captain will bring them back together. Can they help each other survive a new world and the horrors in their own minds?
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I have soooo many more ideas but this will work for now. Vote for two my friends. Thank you for your input!! Survey will be open for a week.
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Jessica Barnes-Jr. CEO
Summary: “Bring Your Kids To Work Day” takes on a new meaning. First, let me set the stage for this hilarious story!
Pairing: CEO Daddy! Bucky Barnes x  Jessica Marie Barnes
OFC: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson
Scott Lang and Peter Parker
Word Count: 1,618
Warnings: Mention of death. Also, MAXIMUM fluff
A/N: A huge “thank you” to the incredible prompt goddess, @shy2shot. My motivation sunk to a new low and I couldn’t see my way out. So, I sent her a message for a daddy Bucky prompt. From her recommendation, this fic came to life.  @rebelicious THANK YOU for helping me. ILY! Thank you for reading and comments are always welcome!!!
“Exquisite Designs,” a commercial architectural firm owned by James Buchanan Barnes and Steven Grant Rogers, longtime friends, boasted some of New York’s wealthiest clients. For over 15 years, the firm built some of the most elegant office buildings dotting the skyline in New York City.
Their number one client, Stark and Wilson Land Developing, is in the process of adding a new wing to the Brain and Cancer Research Center at Mt. Sinai’s Children’s Hospital. This project is special to Bucky. His wife, Lillian, died from a brain aneurysm, caused by cancer 3 years ago, leaving behind an adorable daughter with rich brown hair like Bucky and hypnotic amber eyes identical to Lillian’s.
Now 5 years old, Jessica Marie, whose middle name is the same as her mothers, is the light in her daddy’s life. After his wife’s death, Bucky retreated into depression and couldn’t care for Jess properly. Her grandparents stepped in and assisted him. Steve’s position within the company escalated from COO to CEO. Bucky was kept abreast of all dealings and chimed in when needed.
On Jess’ 4th birthday, she and her daddy hopped on a plane and headed to Maui for some much needed alone time. Bucky brought photos and videos of Lillian, for Jess to watch. She only had flickers of her mommy’s memory. Bucky wanted her mother to be more than a fleeting memory.
Page after page of a photo album held heartwarming memories. As best he could, Bucky explained to Jess where her mommy was.
“Daddy, don’t be sad. Mommy is in Heaven. She can see us, just look up.”
Indulging his daughter, Bucky turned his gaze towards the cloudless sky. “Mommy told me to smile and take care of you.” Wrapping her chubby arms around his neck, for the first time, Bucky openly wept in front of Jess.
“Thank you Jess. I love you so much and Mommy is proud of you too. From now on, I’ll spend more time with you, I promise. We’ll go to the park, eat ice cream and play dress up!”
Jumping from Bucky’s lap, Jess danced around the room singing and clapping. She’d been feeling like he didn’t love her anymore. All the little one needed was a constant in her life: her daddy Bucky.
When they returned home, Bucky held a meeting with all staff members present. He unveiled the plans for “The Lillian Marie Barnes Child Care” center. As you could imagine, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room, including Bucky’s. The best part, there’s no cost to the family!!! From 1 to 5 years old, employees could visit the daycare center and have lunch with their son or daughter. Moral soared 500%.
BRILLIANT IDEA
WIth the Howard and Maria Stark Children’s Wing on schedule, Peter Parker, Director of Marketing, pitched an idea to Bucky.
Gathered in the spacious conference room were Bucky, Steve, and Peter. Bucky’s executive assistants Wanda and Natalia. Also, Steve’s executive assistants, Maria and Pietro were in attendance as well.
Peter began the impromptu meeting. “Thanks everyone for coming. An idea, brought to my attention by Pepper, peaked my interest. She suggested the “Bring Your Kid To Work Day.” A chorus of yes, oooo’s and ahh’s echoed around the cherrywood table.
Wanda interjected, “Wow, Peter I love the idea. Jess would be the Jr. CEO and Steve’s son, Malachi as COO.”
Maria Hill cooed, “That’s a wonderful idea, Peter! What do you think?” she asked before looking towards Bucky and Steve.
Bucky nodded, “The kids would get a kick out of being Jr. Executives for a day. How about this Saturday? We’d shut the phone system down for a few hours and route all calls to the answering service.”
“Looks like the Rogers family’s going shopping this evening.” Steve beamed with pride.
Peter’s eyes gleamed. “Yes! The kids will have so much fun.”
Bucky asked Wanda to send out a company-wide email informing everyone about Saturday. The replies were overwhelming.
DRESSED FOR SUCCESS
Jessica ran to her daddy’s arms. “Hi sweetheart. How’s my girl?”
“I’m fine daddy. We had a good day in class. I said my ABC’S and numbers.”
“What? My goodness you’re smart!”  Bucky kissed  her cheek, nose and forehead. “How would you like to come to work with daddy on Saturday? You and the rest of the kids will run the company for the day!! How does that sound?”
Unable to contain her enthusiasm, Jess sang, “♪♫I’m the boss, I’m the boss♫♪”
Bucky reminded Jessica, “It’s important to treat your staff members kindly.”
“Okay daddy, I’ll be good.”
“That’s my big girl. Now, time to go shopping for a power suit, briefcase and shoes.”
TIME FOR WORK
Decked out in her suit with her briefcase and phone, Jessica Marie Barnes, CEO, reported for work. Already in boss mode, she greeted her “staff.” “Good morning everyone,” she said confidently.
Cameras clicked as the kids, dressed in business suits and dresses, laughed along with their parents.
Natasha’s daughter, Sage, donned a navy blue pantsuit, white blouse and blue tie. Malachi Grant sported a gray 3 piece suit, powder blue shirt, and striped tie. Other kids wore dresses or snazzy shirts and pants.
Wanda, Sam and Scott gushed over the kids. “Scottie, Mason and Jason are the cutest.” “Thanks Wanda. Thomas is quite handsome as well.”
Parents and kids alike assembled in the lobby. There were about 15 little ones; ages varied from 3 to 5. How much trouble could they get in right?
Bucky addressed the room. “I must admit, this is the best dressed staff in all of New York. Now kids, there’s cookies, fruit and juice boxes in the small conference room. Jessica, you have the floor.”
“Thank you Mr. Barnes,” Jess said. “Good morning. My name is Jessica Barnes but you can call me Jess. It’s time for our morning meeting. Follow me to the small room.”
Everyone applauded as Jess led her friends in for snacks.
Malachi instructed the “staff” to eat while he and Jessica spoke. “Okay, folks. We have a lot of work to do. There’s a meeting with people who want something built.”
One little lady asked, “Mr. Drant, who?”  Malachi replied, “I dunno let’s make something up.”
BIG MISTAKE
Now, whoever decided to furnish snacks, didn’t take in consideration that pastries, fruit and juice boxes contained copious amounts of SUGAR! 3, 4 and 5 year olds hyped up on sugar makes for serious hijinx.
Jess, Malachi, Mason and Jason wandered away from the others and ended up in one of the copy rooms. Mason, with wide eyed wonder, suggested making copies of their faces. How they turned the machine on is one of life’s biggest mysteries. They took turns copying faces, arms and legs. Jason, however, took it one step further. He sat on the machine and took a picture of his bottom.
Next, a group of 3 year olds snuck into a few offices with sticky hands, pressing on the keyboards. Yep, they made a mess.
Not to be left out, Jessica and the gang visited the employee break room. The refrigerator and lower cabinets were raided, devouring sandwiches, chips, Christmas candy, and cookies leftover from an office meeting.
Smeared on the pristine white walls were tiny chocolate handprints, water and orange juice got spilled onto the floor, and a few kids ate too much and threw up. The room was an absolute MESS.
Mason and Jason tried to clean up the vomit by throwing paper towels over the 2 spots. Needless to say, they used an entire roll! Malachi retrieved a mop from the custodian’s closet and attempted to mop the liquid mess from the floor.
Instead of cleaning it up, he slipped, face first, soiling his new suit. Jessica, completely flustered, plopped on the floor in tears.
Checking the conference room, Bucky was alarmed. No kids in sight. Frantic, everyone split up searching for them.
Wanda, Sam, Scott and a handful of parents landed in the break room. Surveying the damage.
Nat gasped, “What the-?” Bucky shook his head. “This is our fault. Unattended kids equals a recipe for disaster. I’ll call the cleaning company.”
Pictures were taken and sleeping little ones snuggled in their parents arms.
Bucky and Steve stood in awe of their Jr. CEO and COO. “Buck, what a mess. Guess I’ll take Malachi home” “Yep!! Jessica’s reign is over.”
The “Bring Your Kids To Work” disaster was a bit hit, for the children. The time had come to clean up and prepare for Monday morning. Hope was that the computer keyboards are cleaned, along with the delightful “copies.” Someone’s in for a major surprise! Jessica Marie Barnes will remember the day forever. She was the “CEO” of her daddy’s architecture firm. In Heaven, Lillian Marie Barnes was their Guardian Angel.
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Womanizer
A/N: Holy crap this is long! This is for @caplansteverogers​ song fic challenge based on the song Womanizer by Brittany Spears.  It’s probably really bad and i hope you enjoy it and I apologize for any mistakes.
The Winter Solider, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes was sitting at your bar. Normally you wouldn’t care, but this man was a local superstar and as with any local superstar the women were all over him. You watched the scene in front of you with a knowing look. Barnes was playing innocent drawing more women to him, it was a classic womanizer move, one you’ve seen countless times.
You watched as one of the women stroked a hand over his thigh, a blush staining his cheeks right on queue. The woman giggles, and you could almost tell what she was thinking.
“Have you been with a woman since you got out?” Bingo, there it was.
Bucky’s eyes glinted and he shook his head, sending the women into a frenzy. You rolled your eyes, of course he’d play virgin to sex in the new century. Unfortunately your eye roll didn’t go unnoticed by the women and soon Bucky was standing and making his way over to you.
“You got a problem doll?” he drawled.
Turning to face him you sighed, you didn’t have time to deal with his shit. “Nope, your women seem to have one though.”
You gestured to the women and Bucky turned, seeing the glares his women sent your way. He winked at them and immediately their demeanor changed, turning them from territorial and jealous to flirty and giggly.  
“Awww they’re harmless doll. They won’t do nothin’.”
You snorted, “for now sure, but what about when you have to pick one to take home? What’re you gonna do then solider?”
Bucky shrugged, picking up an abandoned drink from the bar and draining its contents. “They’re grown women, they’ll live.”
You let out a chuckle, of course he’d say that. He sent a questioning glance your way as he turned to face you. Raising an eyebrow he silently asked for an explanation and you were all to willing to give one.
“You’re a womanizer. A textbook womanizer. You put on this charming and innocent front that has women falling all over you. Then when they want more, suddenly they don’t have your attention and I end up with a brokenhearted woman in my bar, crying about how all men are evil.”
Bucky’s eyebrows rose, you were very quick with your observation and judgement of him, and if he was being honest with himself, he was more than a little impressed. Glancing over you, he took in your form. Nice full hips he could grip all night, a stunning waist, beautiful tits, and a gorgeous face he could kiss for days. Pairing that with your spitfire attitude, Bucky decided right then and there that he needed you in his bed and he’d do anything possible to get you there.
He was back the next week, the only difference was that this time he was sitting at the bar, women once again crowding around him. When he spotted you he sent you a saucy grin and wink, making you roll your eyes and turn away from him. A customer drew you to the end of the bar and you were grateful for the distraction.
When you got back to Bucky’s  end of the bar you were surprised to see that the flock of women had dispersed, leaving the one and only James Buchanan Barnes alone at the bar. He was well equipped with a dazzling grin and nothing to keep his attention from you.
“You seemed stressed doll, let me get you a drink.”
“How charming of you, buying me a drink that I’m gonna have to make.”
At your sarcasm Bucky felt his annoyance start to grow. He took a deep breath trying to gather his patience, when he felt calm enough he flashed another another grin at you before waving over the other bartender.
“A drink for the lady if you will?” he asked, gesturing to you.
Your assistant looked to you for confirmation and you nodded. It was going to be a long night and if you were to deal with Barnes for most of it, you were going to need at least a little alcohol in your system. You took the drink sipping it lightly as dark eyes followed your every move. Setting it down, you sent a challenging look his way.
“Charming,” you said when he sent yet another wink your way. This drew a deep chuckle from him and you’d be damned if you were going to admit that the sound made you more than a little wet.
“Come back to my place.”
“No.”
Your answer was so quick Bucky had to backtrack, “why not?”
“You’re a womanizer. Sure your charming and I’d fuck you in a heartbeat, but I don’t sleep with womanizers.”
“You’re crazy.”
You shrug, “that’s not my problem, you got me crazy.”
Bucky opened his mouth to respond but before he could a woman tumbled into his lap. As drunk as she was you were surprised she made it to his lap. Her drunken giggles drew your focus back to the scene where the woman was running a hand up and down his chest.
“I’ll call you daddy if you fuck me hard.”
You had to cough to cover your laugh at the look on his face. He quickly moved the woman off of his lap, sending you a pleading glance when she tried to win back her position. Not bothering to hide your laugh this time, you gestured for your assistant. As the woman was escorted out, you turned back to Barnes. Even after that ordeal he still had the swagger of a champion.
“So daddy-o, not the right companion for you?”
Rolling his eyes he shook his head, “I like them sober.”
“I guess when you have one to many it’s hard to find the right one, huh? Could be easy if you didn’t have flocks of them.”
Raising his hands in defense he sent you a dark smile, “they come to me, sugar.”
There was that cocky attitude again, “look lollipop, your a sucker if you think I’m gonna be another one of your victims crying at the bar.”
“Oh please none of the girls I take home come to cry at your bar.”
“Miranda, Jennifer, Olivia, Jillian.....need I go on?”
“What? No there’s no way they come here.”
Huffing out a breath you offered an explanation, “honey you put on this innocent and charming front that gets every woman going. But then you take them back to their place and show them the time of their life. Then poof when they wake up, your gone.”
Bucky let out a deep breath, “so what are my chances here?”
“Maybe if we were both different people in a different world, it would be all good and maybe just maybe I could be your girl. But I can’t cause we don’t.”
With a nod Bucky stood, running a hand through his hair. He turned away from you before turning back. You set a beer down in front of him and he sent a crooked grin your way. While the others he had flashed your way were full of sex and dark promises, this one was all goofiness and playful mischief.
Taking the beer he sat back down, “friends?”
You smiled, “you’re crazy.”
“You got me crazy.”
“You’re such a womanizer.”
With a playful wink he hopped off the stool, “lunch with me this Friday?”
You nodded and he cheered, making you smile. The two of you chatted for the rest of the night, only stopping when Bucky spotted a woman across the room.
“You’re a womanizer baby!” You called after him, laughing when he flipped you off.
@papi-chulo-bucky
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AU
Part 3
This is the final post of the AUs! Take a look through all these wonderful works in the following genres!
Shrinkyclinks (Non-Serum Steve/Winter Soldier Bucky)
Shrunkyclunks (Modern Bucky/Captain America Steve)
Soulmate AU
Spies and Secret Agents
Sports AU
Sugar Daddy AU
Supernatural/Occult AU
Time Travel and Parallel Universes
Canon ‘Verse | AU Part One | AU Part Two | Masterpost
Shrinkyclinks (Non-serum Steve/Winter Soldier Bucky)
After, Therefore Because of It words by noncorporealform | Art by artgroves
Rating: E Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Words: 94k Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Tags: Alternate Universe - Detectives, P.I. Bucky Barnes, pre-serum Steve Rogers, murder mystery, conspiracy, human experimentation, past sexual abuse, minor character death
Summary: “If you move back to Brooklyn, we can pick up where we left off,” Bucky said.
“Where did we leave off?” Steve asked.
Bucky had an image in his head that had never dimmed in intensity. It was a closed door. The door in his childhood apartment, and Steve was on the other side of it, walking away down the hall. Confusion grabbed at his seventeen year-old heart. He had wanted Steve back as soon as he walked away, even though he understood the reasons for him leaving. Where Bucky wanted to pick up was to figure out that strain in his heart that came after the door shut, the one he hadn’t understood, and still didn’t.
“I don’t know,” Bucky admitted.
Steve wants Bucky’s help to solve the murder of Dr. Abraham Erskine. Meanwhile, Bucky wants to find out what happened to Steve after his mysterious disappearance at seventeen.
Ghost of You by RedSteele
Rating: M
Archive Warnings: Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings
Words: 20k
Relationships: Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes
Tags: Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes | Shrinkyclinks, Non-Consensual Medical Experimentation, Implied/Referenced Torture, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, modern!Bucky, Comic Book Science, Graphic Depictions of Violence, only a little bit
Summary: Bucky’s job was far from monotonous, but between his last mission being a complete bust and being taken off rotation for field work, he found himself with a lot more free time and little to do with it. But when strange events started to happen at SHIELD, he stumbled onto a conspiracy that could tear his whole world apart. Who was the man in the hospital gown that kept appearing out of nowhere? What was Shield hiding? And most importantly, who is Steve Rogers?
Art by tsumi-noaru
Tint & Shade by inthearmsofathief Art by ensign-cannonfodder
Rating: T Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 25k Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Tags: Shrinkyclinks, Post Captain America: Winter Soldier, art therapist Steve, Recovery Fic, PTSD 
The man blinked, slow and heavy. His pale blue eyes didn’t seem to be seeing the world around him. “Joe?” Steve took the peroxide out of the man’s hands and shook his head. “I’m not –” “How’d you make it out?” Steve stilled for a moment before putting the peroxide aside and peeling back the man’s hoodie. The guy was delirious. “I thought Hydra killed you,” he murmured. Steve got one arm out of the hoodie, relaxing a bit at the man’s words. Whatever he’d been through, he wasn’t on Hydra’s side. “Fearless Captain Rogers. Course you made it out. Bet you kicked those Nazis right in the head.” Steve pulled back. Captain Joe Rogers? Joseph Rogers. That was his grandfather’s name. He’d died in World War II. This guy couldn’t possibly be talking about him.
Somewhere between the fall of Shield due to a long running Hydra infiltration, finding out that his land lord is an Avenger, and being commissioned for some truly gaudy paintings, Steve finds himself harboring the worlds most wanted.
Shrunkyclunks (Modern!Bucky/Cap!Steve)
A Game Show Love Connection by emphasisonem (Ao3, Tumblr)
Rating: M
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 43,334
Tags: Shrunkyclunks, Cap!Steve, Modern!Bucky, Alternate Universe- Modern Setting, Slow Burn, Romance, Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, Mild angst, Fluff, This is a very soft story, Because I want these dopes to be happy, So expect some serious rom-com vibes
Summary: The last thing Jeopardy producer Bucky Barnes needs is some asshole who passed the online test pretending to be Captain America and wasting his time. The last thing he expects is for the guy on the phone to turn out to be that Steve Rogers. There’s a popular expression that insists that stranger things have indeed happened, but Bucky’s pretty sure that this is the weirdest day of his life.
In which Steve Rogers starts watching Jeopardy as a fun way to learn about the things he’s missed, gets selected through the online test, auditions for the show and surprises the hell out of everyone. Especially one James Buchanan Barnes.
Art by @cptnsgrs
bucky barnes: tsa employee extraordinaire by deceptivesoldier
Rating: M
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 28.6k
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers
Tags: Alternate Universe- Airport, Alternate Universe- Canon Divergence, Post-Avengers (2012), Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes (Shrunkyclunks), Humor, Cheesy Villains, Soap Ducks
Summary: When Bucky Barnes decided to take a job with the TSA working nights at baggage claim, he fully anticipated his job to consist of answering dumb questions (“The luggage is behind you, sir”) and sitting on his uncomfortable chair while keeping an eye out for any suspicious behavior.
To his aggravation, however, once it was revealed that Captain America had arrived from the 1940s through ice-travel, Bucky’s routine starts to include “Villain Babysitter”, as wannabe villains begin coming through the airport in hopes of destroying Cap. As a point of professional pride, Bucky takes it upon himself to keep them from leaving the airport.
At least until someone above his pay grade can come by and deal with them.
He did not expect that someone to be Steve Rogers himself.
Steve, who for some reason, likes coming to the airport. Given that the man is a national treasure, from his smooth mouth to his patriotic ass, who is Bucky to argue?
Art:
Cover Art by @lovesfic
Banners by @lovesfic  
Moodboard by @lovesfic  
Paintings of Bucky and Steve/Bucky by @rohkeutta
Deep Cover by SoftObsidian74 (ao3)
Art on tumblr by @ellebeesknees
Fic rating: R Art rating: G Archive Warnings: Chose not to Use Archive Warnings Words: 109,816 Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Tags: Cap!Steve/modern!Bucky(shrunkyclunks), meet-ugly, PTSD, amputee!Bucky, unintentional stalking, identity porn, secret identity fail, fluff and angst, the Avengers are all good bros, eventual smut
If you wanna feel like a rockstar, you call Bucky Barnes, owner of Shining Star Karaoke and DJ Services. Bucky has gained faithful followers for making people feel like the main event. When different men with the same Dorito physique pop up at his gigs all over NYC, he isn’t sure if he’s just a magnet for gym bros or being pranked. Spoiler: The man in the uncanny disguises is on his own mission to sing any time, anyway, and any song he wants without being judged as Steve Rogers or Captain America.
Don’t Leave Me Asunder by maikurosaki (aka allegra-dreams on tumblr)
Rating: T
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 31k
Relationship: Steve Rogers/ Bucky Barnes
Tags: Shrunkyclunks, Captain America Steve Rogers/ Modern Bucky Barnes, War Veteran Bucky, Amputee Bucky, Tony is a Good Bro, PTSD, Bucky swears a lot, Fluff and Angst
Summary: Like many other war veterans, Bucky Barnes is alone. He doesn’t talk to his family, he has no friends and his only human interactions are with his cleaning crew from Avengers Tower. Plagued by nightmares and pain, he lives each day in isolation. Until the Avengers bring their fight at home and Bucky gets to meet the famous Captain America. To his surprise, both their lives change forever after that
Or: the janitor listening to music and ignoring the battle around him AU that no one asked for.
ART by the wonderful merrkkat
I’ve been holding my breath, by MsPeppernose
Rating: E / NSFW
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 20k
Relationships: Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes
Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Voyeurism, Head Injury,  Pining,  Masturbation,  Anal Sex, Steve is a creeper,  But only a little, and mostly because he’s lonely, AU, Shrunkyclunks,
Summary:  Steve Rogers likes to visit his local coffee shop between missions, and it has nothing to do with the hot barista named Bucky…well, it maybe has a little to do with it. It’s just coincidence that Steve’s apartment is also directly opposite said barista’s apartment meaning Steve frequently has a full view of his living room.
It’s not spying, not really, and it turns out to be lucky, because one day he sees Bucky get knocked out. It’s up to Steve to save him…and then think of a reason why he saw Bucky get injured in the first place.
Incredible Art by the wonderful @lasenbyphoenix
More heart, less attack by Detour (@juststaygold)
Rating: T
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words:  39,789
Relationships: Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes
Tags: Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Shrunkyclunks, Self-Discovery, Emotional Baggage, Recovery, Canon Divergence - Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Summary:  After SHIELD’s collapse, Steve comes back in New York. Without a war or crisis, he’s struggling to find his place in the world again. There’s time to relearn his city and time to wonder what he’s doing here.
When a mysterious guy hits on him on the subway, it’s a welcome interruption. Something resonates between the two of them, a connection neither of them try to deny. The trouble is that Barnes disappeared three years ago, and the more Steve learns, the more he wants to know.
But Barnes disappeared for a reason.
S__am rolls his eyes. “Yes, Steve, you could have a lead on a three year old mystery because you’re just that good, not because a random hipster flirted with you.”
“Well, when you put it that way,” Steve says.
Art by Doomcheese
no matter how long the day is (i’ll come home to you) a collab between @talkplaylove and @artgroves 
View no matter how long the day is art tag on @artgroves.
Rating: T (Fic, Art)
Archive Warnings: Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Words: 27,769
Relationships: Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes
Tags:  Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Alternate Universe–Canon Divergent, Notting Hill AU, Post-Avengers (2012), Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes (Shrunkyclunks), Modern Bucky Barnes, suicide ideation, Canonical Character Death
Summary:  
Steve’s spent an hour along Portobello Road before he sees the paparazzi on the left side of the street, trying to be inconspicuous by a street lamp. He crosses the street and ducks into the first store he sees, tucked behind a screaming red door and under a blue and white striped awning.
He listens, feet planted in front of the door, shoulders tense, as he looks around the shop. Row upon row of books are on the shelves in front of him, the wood creaking under their weight. Behind the counter is a dark haired man wearing a jacket, elbow on the table, stubbled chin on one hand, gloved left hand flipping the pages of a book.
No one follows Steve in.
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Or, the one where Captain America travels the world, learns how to be Steve Rogers again, and meets Bucky Barnes along the way. Also: the one where two old souls fall in love over young adult books, long distance calls, and texting at strange hours of the day.
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Red, White and Those Other Colors by coveryourheads (rsk110)
Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Natasha Romanova, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel) Additional Tags: James “Bucky” Barnes No Power, Loosely follows movie plots, No Winter Soldier, Cats, Angst, Steve Rogers Angst, References to Depression, Bucky is James Barnes Grandson Summary:
Steve Rogers wakes up from the ice to a world where he has nothing left.
He meets Bucky, his best friend James Barnes’ grandson, who is an agent of SHIELD.
[His cats are perched on the bench, watching the night sky. The volume is low but he can hear Steve’s laughter, filming the fascinated cats and the fantastic display in the air above. Lights burst in the black sky, in splashes of various flares, in red, white, and other colors. Awe aspiring and patriotic, loud, but so calming and majestic. It fills him with satisfaction as big as the sky, in those flowing and falling colors.]
ART POST -HERE-
Soulmate AU
A soulmate is a scary thing by SkyKathryn 
A Soulmate is a Scary Thing [Art] by Lasenby_Heathcote (Ao3) / Lasenbyphoenix (Tumblr)
Relationships: Steve/Bucky, Bucky/Loki (minor) Fic Rating: Not Rated Archive Warnings: Underage Tags: Sex, loki x bucky sex, Steve x Bucky endgame, Steve Rogers Feels, Burns, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Medieval AU, Medieval Medicine, Prince!Steve, Knight!Bucky, Soulmate AU, soul marks, Forbidden Soulmates, growing up fic, consetual sex, Kingdoms This is a prefic for Soulmates are a Dangerous Thing, but can be read on its own as its the start. Ever since they were kids its always been Steve and Bucky, Bucky and Steve, but after they grow up and Bucky starts realising things werent all as they seemed he starts to panic, to try and save his best friend from a fate he knows he cant outrun without letting his own fears and feelings slip. But no matter how hard he tried there was no way to outrun the plans the universe has set out for you, but you can try. Medieval au.
the cold never bothered me anyway by @icoulddthisallday
Rating: E, 
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: ~70k
Relationships: Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes
Tags: shrunkyclunks, soulmate AU, Bucky is an Awkward Millenial, Steve Rogers vs the 21st Century, virginity hang ups
Summary:   Bucky Barnes has spent his whole life in a state of mild hypothermia. Steve Rogers has spent the last 70 years in the ice. The two things aren’t related until, suddenly, they are. Shrunkyclunks soulmate AU (AKA the awkward bb au).
art by instagrims, banner by @icoulddthisallday
Spies & Secret Agents
Between Midnight and Dawn by The_She_Devil
Rating: E
Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Length: 53k
Relationships: Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes
Tags: domestic violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, panic attacks, substance abuse, torture, explicit sexual content, language, vomiting, choking, threat of suicide, alternate universe - modern: no powers, alternate universe - Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Summary: After a S.H.I.E.L.D. mission gone bad, Bucky is left with no memory of the past year, which includes his and Steve’s divorce. Steve, who has never really gotten over his ex-husband, is left to navigate the fine line between helping and hindering Bucky’s recovery while trying to protect himself. At the same time, both men are fighting to uncover the truth of Bucky’s disappearance, what was done to him, and why.
Art by Fowly  
Fields of Grey by Aelys_Althea with Art by @mithborien
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Vision (Marvel), Nick Fury, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Police, Special Forces, Assassins & Hitmen, mafia, Moral Ambiguity, Character Development, Childhood Friends, childhood illness, Minor Character Death, References to Cancer, Pining, Reunion
Summary:
Steve strove to be Right. To do Good. That was what his mom had told him second chances were for, and if he owed her memory to trying. Joining the police force, protecting people, was a natural decision to make. For Steve, it had always been black and white, good and bad. Special Forces team SHIELD embodied everything he stood for.
Except that there was Bucky. Bucky, who had disappeared for years. Bucky, who was a member of HYDRA, the organisation that was so black in its elusive, criminal endeavours as to epitomise. In an effort to haul his oldest and dearest friend from the snake pit while at once putting down the beast he’d fought to suppress for so long, Steve is struck by an unfortunate revelation: there exists a rather impressive field of grey that complicated things.
The world wasn’t nearly so simply black and white as he’d initially thought.
nothing is (but what is not?) by layersofsilence
Rating: M
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 40k
Relationships: Steve Rogers / Bucky Barnes
Tags: Implied/Referenced Torture, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Temporary Character Death (prior to start of story), loosely inspired by Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation, ShrunkyClunks
Summary:
Three years after his best friend (his lover, his Bucky) had been killed in action, Steve receives word that he’s alive. But seeking men back from the dead has consequences, it seems, and in his search Steve finds himself at the centre of an ever-widening conspiracy that’s slowly revealing itself to involve everything he thought he knew.
Playlist by @thunderboltsortofapenny (links to Spotify)
Sports AU
howitzer by spacebuck
Rating: E
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 111K
Relationships: Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes
Tags: College Sport au, Hockey au, brief homophobic language, college hockey level violence, closeted character/relationship, mild descriptions of injury/medical attention.
Summary:
Bucky Barnes, figure skating champion, is forced to switch his skates for hockey ones when he leaves for college. Problem is, he’s never played hockey before, and now he has to be good enough to get the scholarship he needs. Enter Steve Rogers, Carter University Men’s Hockey player, who’s decided that he’d do anything to get this boy on his team.
Cue five am runs, overwhelming classes, new friends, plenty of snow, and a sport that’s fast becoming a way of life.
Header by Jessie Lucid @lucidnancyboy
Art by Jessie Lucid @lucidnancyboy (on AO3)
Art by @ninjasherlock
wholesale change, by @biblionerd07
Rating: M
No archive warnings
Words: 83k
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers
Tags: Alternate Universe - Hockey, Alternate Universe - Reality Show, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Homophobia, Coming Out, Getting Together, Guilt, Depression, Anxiety, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers
Summary: Steve Rogers, captain of a losing NHL team, has taken so many bad penalties this season he’s worried he’s going to get sent down to the minors as punishment. His agent comes up with a plan to make Steve irreplaceable to the fans–a reality dating show. Where the contestants want to date Steve.
Art by the amazing @denimbxy (art tumblr @cal-aus)
Sugar Daddy AU
Something Sweet by ColorCoated
Rating: E
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings apply
Words: 23k
Relationships: Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes
Tags: Past Relationship, Modern AU, Age Difference, Mention of DaddyKink, Drinking, Romance, Masturbation
Summary: _“What’s your name?” Steve asked almost immediately, needing to match a name to this gorgeous, pouty little face. _ “Bucky,” the dancer answered with a wide smile. “Bucky Barnes.”
_“Bucky?” Steve repeated with a shake of his head. A least he knew what he could call the kid, but for goodness sake. He shook his head a second time. _“Geeze, a kid’s name for a kid.”
_Bucky looked a little offended and glared at Steve. His eyes narrowed and he pointed aggressively to his crown, “Not a kid.” _—– Workaholic Steve gives himself a night off and is immediately charmed by Bucky, who he meets at a nightclub. Steve is a bit put off by the age difference, and now he has to figure out how to start a relationship with the young guy who just passed out in his guest room.
This story is a prequel, but can be read independently.
Art 1, Art 2, and Fic Banner by Chalenmimi-frenchtoast
Sugar Lips and Sinful Hips by TheFlailing (tumblr)
Rating: M
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 20k
Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers
Tags: No Powers, Modern Setting, Age Difference, Sugar Daddy Bucky, Brief mentions of sex Summary: Bucky Barnes is a successful New York businessman, and at a glance, it looks like he’s got everything a man could want. But deep down, underneath the money and the pretty face, the truth is this: he’s lonely. Enter one Steven Grant Rogers: starving college student, just trying to make ends meet - and hot as fuck. Bucky desperately needs to be in his pants. And that’s all; nothing more. Right?
Art by ​@glide-thru (tumblr)
Supernatural/Occult AU
Heart and Soul by super0random0girl (tumblr)
Rating: T
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 22k
Relationship: Steve Rogers/ Bucky Barnes
Tags: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Semi-Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Faery!Bucky Barnes, Siren!Steve Rogers,  Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Blood Drinking, References to Sex Work, Period-Typical Homophobia
Summary: “It’s the people who hurt innocents that he hurts and kills. Because he’s kind like that.”
Sarah nodded again, adjusting Steve’s blankets in preparation to keep moving. “And why do we think that he is so kind?” she asked playfully.
“His soulmate is Good and carries half of his Heart, so Saxon’s soulmate influences his heart into Goodness,” Steve answered dutifully. “And since Saxon has a Heart, it means that Saxon is a Soul and his Heart will live for as long as Saxon will.” Sarah nodded. Just as she was leaving, Steve piped up again. “Do you think that I’m a Heart? Do you think that I’m still alive because my Soul is still alive?”
Or, a siren and a trickster walk into a bar and find out they’re soulmates.
Art here and here by shutupimcreating
Heartlines by  thewriterofperfectdisasters @jjjakesully​
Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Category: M/M
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies)Marvel Cinematic Universe
Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers
As a child, Steve’s family was brutally murdered by witch hunters, and he’s been running ever since. He hasn’t let himself feel anything for a long time, but now he’s met Bucky, a guy that’s funny, smart, and hot as hell. But what Steve doesn’t know, is that Bucky is avoiding hunters as well: his parents, who want to bring him back into the family business. When they ask Bucky to find one last witch, with the promise he’ll be out of the business for good, what happens when Steve finds out he’s the target? Will they be able to get past centuries of bias and bloodshed and find happiness together?
Art by @falcon-hill
In This Life and the Next (Read on AO3 |) by scootypuffjrsucks (AO3 | Tumblr) 
Tumblr Art Post by starshieldfolder (Tumblr)
Rating: M
Pairings: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff,
Archive Warnings: None
Important Tags: Alternate Universe - The Mummy (1999); shrinkyclinks; Fluff; Fluff and Angst; Kissing; Action-Adventure; Horror; Comedy; Alternating POV between Steve and Bucky; Violence and Blood; Everything you’d expect from an AU of the Mummy; so not historically accurate in any way; but a lot of fun
Summary:
In 1926, when Steve’s friend Tony presents him with an interesting artifact from an ancient city that isn’t supposed to exist, Steve hopes his days as just a librarian might be over. The artifact leads him to Bucky, a mysterious man with a strange golden arm who was found in the desert with no memory. Steve and Bucky immediately feel a connection to one another that leads them on an adventure to discover the past and save the future. Together, they travel to Hamunaptra, the City of the Dead, unleash a cursed Mummy with a grotesque red face, and do everything in their power to stop him from destroying the world.
Notes: In the true spirit of the movie, very little about this fic is in any way historically accurate.
in this twilight by @belovedmuerto, art by @curry-ketchup
art is here, please go lavish Curry with praise as he did such an amazing job.
Rating: Teen and Up
Archive Warnings: none
Tags: vampire!AU, vampire!Bucky, witch!Steve, some mentions/implications of past rape/non-con, but there is no rape/non-con in this fic, soulbond, soulbond au, dubcon cuddling, shrinkyclinks
Summary: this is a gift/ it comes with a price/ who is the lamb?/ and who is the knife?
Time Travel & Parallel Universes
From Tralfamadore, With Love by newsbypostcard
Rating: E Archive Warnings: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings Words: 106k Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Tags: time travel, science fiction, slow burn, pining, dancing, chronic illness, mutants
Part of the 2017 @thestuckylibrary-bigbang​
Summary: In 2018, Steve, Sam, and Bucky embark on a mission to explore a Hydra-owned warehouse when a kid with mutant powers sends Steve 18 years into the future. After figuring out where (and when) he is, Steve tracks Bucky down in 2036 to find he’s become a successful business owner and an impassioned advocate for mutant rights. Steve’s just as in love with Bucky as he was when he left, but for Bucky it’s been a long 18 years. It’s hard to accept when Bucky keeps him at arm’s length… but Steve’s never met a challenge that he didn’t take.
As he gets used to life in 2036 and the flaws in Bucky’s idyllic life expose themselves, Steve also has to manage a suspiciously ubiquitous security force, a Brotherhood of Mutants, and old competing loyalties among his aged friends. There’s a Bucky in 2018 waiting for him to come home, but if he does that, it means leaving this Bucky behind for a third, unforgivable time. How can he choose? What’s Bucky not saying? How can he face losing everything – again?
Art [ 1 , 2 ] by @icoulddthisallday​
I, The Paradox by @drowningbydegrees Art by @riakomai and @hopeless–geek
Fic rating: Explicit Word Count: 80k Relationships: Steve/Bucky(x2), Bucky(x2) Tags:  Time Travel Shenanigans, Angst, Threesome, Self-cest, Character Study, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex
Sharing a life with a recovering Winter Soldier means never quite escaping what Steve sees as his biggest failure. When one of Tony’s machines functions differently than advertised, Steve is given an unexpected opportunity to change the past. He’s spent so much time mapping out all the ways he could have saved Bucky from falling, but in the moment, he never stops to consider whether or not he should.
Actions have consequences, and meddling with time has more drastic ones than most. Steve wakes with two divergent timelines in his head, and two very different versions of Bucky in his bed. With the machine broken, and no idea whether their situation is permanent, this new arrangement promises to be an adjustment for all three of them. Only, that may not be the worst of their problems…
Art post by @hopeless–geek Art post by @riakomai
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spideytrxsh · 7 years
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Masterlist
Tom Holland
The boys in Brazil
Yellow
Road trip
NYC Faded
Prom
Nap Queen
Sugar Daddy
Movie Night feat. Tessa
With Peter Before He Goes Out
Star Gazing
Rainy Day
Just Beachy
Rooftop
Coffee
New York, New York
Book Nerd
Disney
Red Carpet
Study Date
NYC Date
Spider-Man #1
Spider-Man #2
Spider-Man #3
Harrison Osterfield
The Boys in Brazil
Prom
In the Club
Vegas
Road Trip
Neon
Sebastian Stan
Sugar Daddy
1920s Bucky
Blue
James Buchanan Barnes
Easter
Baking Pt.1 
Baking Pt.2
Lazy Day
Slytherin
Gym
Airport Travels
Chris Evans
Fall
Inspired by Kate
Taron Egerton
Eggsy
Mobster
The MCU
Matt Murdock - Daredevil
Agent Peggy Carter
Steve Rogers - Captain America
Jemma Simmons
Tony Stark - Iron Man
Jessica Jones
Scott Lang - Ant Man
Gamora
Thor Odinson
Claire Temple
Bruce Banner - The Hulk
Clint Barton - Hawkeye
James “Bucky” Barnes - The Winter Soldier
Wanda Maximoff - Scarlet Witch
Daisy Johnson - Quake
Pietro Maximoff - Quicksilver
T’Challa - The Black Panther
Peter Quill - Starlord
Natasha Romanoff - Black Widow
Peter Parker - Spider-Man
Luke Cage
Sam Wilson - Falcon
Elektra Natchios 
Pepper Potts
X-Men
Charles Xaiver - Profesor X
Elizabeth “Betsey” Braddock - Psylocke
Ororo Munroe - Storm
Jubilation Lee - Jubilee
Lorna Dane - Polaris
Erik Lensherr - Magneto
Jean Grey - Phoenix 
Anna Marie - Rogue
Kathrine “Kitty” Pryde - Shadowcat
James “Logan” Howlett - Wolverine
Alex Summers - Havok
Scott Summers - Cyclops 
Kurt Wagner - Nightcrawler
Marvel
BuckyNat
Fight Like A Girl
Polaris pt2
Hayley, Chloe, Liz
Ghost
Spidey Girls
Jessica Drew - Spider-Woman
Gwen Stacy - Spider-Gwen
Cindy Moon - Silk
Mary Jane Watson
Felicia Hardy - Black Cat
Silver Sablinova - Silver Sable
Michelle “MJ” Jones
Stranger Things
Upside down 
Steve Harrington
Nancy Wheeler
Jonathan Byers
Will Byers
Mike Wheeler
Jane Hopper - Eleven
Dustin Henderson
Lucas Sinclair
Max Mayfield 
Harry Potter
Hogwarts
Harry Potter
Hermione Granger
Ron Weasly
Neville Longbottom
Luna Lovegood
Mermaids
Pisces
Aquarius 
Capricorn
Sagittarius
Scorpio
Libra
Virgo
Leo
Cancer
Gemini
Taurus
Aries
Fic-based boards
An Owed Debt
May (An Owed Debt)
Stronghold
Rescued
The Nanny
The Mrs.
Me Friends
Chanel
Nev 
Pat
Juli
Erin
Bella
Bella 2
Bella 3
Bella 4
Carolina 
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epicstuckyficrecs · 4 years
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Short Stucky fics
@munin_and_hugin on Twitter asked for some short (7K or less) Stucky fics, preferably rated E, so I made this! If you need a short break from your family in this festive season, here’s some reading material for you ;) 
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Slide To Answer by relenafanel (Wrong number AU | 6,3K | Teen): “Ok,” a stranger’s voice said over the phone. “First acknowledge the fact that you dialed the wrong number, but be quick about it because my cab is a few blocks away from my own plans and I’m about to drop some truth bombs on you.”
Not in the Regs by melonbutterfly (Modern AU, Military | 6K | Explicit): This isn't something that happens to Steve. Sure, he sees people he finds attractive, and sometimes he happens to find people attractive that make him angry, but never has he met someone and just felt the overwhelming urge to shut him up. With his cock.
with his educated eyes, and his head between my thighs by spacebuck (ABO AU | 4,9K | Explicit): Living with an alpha was usually … difficult. Bucky though? Perfect. Fucking. Gentleman. And it drove Steve nuts.
hear your call by silentwalrus (Post-WS PWP | 6,3K | Explicit): “You can be rougher,” Bucky says. “If you want.” They’re about four minutes post orgasm and Steve is still trying to figure out where his legs are. “Muh?”
Tinder Is the Night by rohkeutta (Tinder AU | 6,8K | Explicit): Steve, 28, it says under the photo. New York City. Some say I have an arresting personality. This photo is from my good side. The other has a shiner.
Bucky Barnes and his Big Beefy Blonde by Kellyscams (Shrunkyclunks | 6K | Explicit): Bucky Barnes loves Big, Beefy, Blondes. What he loves most about Big, Beefy, Blondes is having no string attached sex with them. Until he meets a Big, Beefy, Blonde that just happens to be Steve Rogers -- Captain America who's only been declared alive a few months ago. This is one that could go down as Bucky's fuck of a lifetime. That's if he can avoid these pesky feelings that start showing up out of nowhere.
Places left behind by Claudia_flies (ABO AU | 7,1K | Explicit): As Steve approaches the door of the walk-in closet, there’s a sudden growl. It’s low and defensive, and Steve freezes. He’s only wearing a towel, he suddenly realizes stupidly. “Jarvis?” he calls out. “Yes, sir?” comes the clipped voice of the A.I over the comms system. “Is there someone in the closet?”
you're spring to me by SD_Ryan (Uni AU, Sugar Daddy Steve | 4,5K | Explicit): When Bucky realizes his roommate's brother has been hitting on him, he thinks maybe he can get on board with the idea.
It's Waiting There for You by amethystkrystal (Post-CW | 3,2K | Explicit): Steve visits Wakanda and Bucky decides he's done being afraid of his feelings.
Stark Naked: Captain XXX and the Soldier by thepinupchemist (Porn AU | 4,3K | Explicit): Bucky likes his job. Hell, he loves his job. He works for Stark Naked Industries, which, headed by none other than Tony Stark himself, is the biggest name in the porn industry. The only problem? Bucky got typecast as a top, while in reality he prefers to bottom. When Tony wants Bucky in their new When Tops Collide video series, Bucky is intimidated by Steve Rogers, the first person Bucky will bottom for on camera. But mostly? Mostly, he's turned on.
You got me banging on the wall by sassystuckystan (Neighbours AU | 7,2K | Explicit): Bucky's next door neighbor, while being the pinnacle of sex, is singlehandedly the most annoying and frustrating man on the planet. Naturally, Bucky's dick is very interested. Throw in a dash of internships, mild voyeurism, and traitorous roommates, you have a recipe for an all-out war.
hearts aflame by wearing_tearing (ABO AU | 7,2K | Explicit): Running is freeing. That’s what Bucky holds on to when he gets in place, surrounded by thirty or so Omegas, all ready to start the Run. Running is freeing, even when you’re running with the promise of being caught.
M is for Murder by rohkeutta (Post-WS, Crack | 4,2K | Mature): I’m pretty low on funds and need to make ends meet this month, Barnes types slowly into a new post three days later. I’m taking commissions for hits in the New York City area.
Situation: Normal by redcigar (Canon divergent, Post-WS | 3,1K | Mature): AU wherein Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers never met, Steve somehow manages to rescue the Winter Soldier anyway, and Avengers Tower ends up with the world’s angriest duckling and a whole new brand of entertainment. (Part 1 of All's fair in [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], 3 works, 10K)
maybe bi guy by obsessivereader (Modern AU | 3,3K | Mature): Steve: i saw that guy again. i think i’m not as straight as i thought i was. - Or Steve embarks on a journey of self-discovery assisted by a helpful stranger who likes to make really bad puns
heart trips by wearing_tearing (Modern AU | 4,2K | Mature): Because, you see, Bucky being so distracted to the point where he wasn’t looking where he was going and tripped on thin air and almost died? Well, it kind of happened because of Steve. Or, you know, more precisely: because of Steve’s pants.
where women glow and men plunder by rohkeutta (Modern AU | 3,8K | Mature): There’s a snake in the pool. Steve spends approximately seven minutes just ogling behind the glass fence separating the yard and the pool area before he even thinks about calling someone about it. When the snake doesn't show any signs of leaving in a few more minutes, Steve grudgingly goes inside to retrieve his phone and the post-it with James’s number.
#TweetMeDaddy by StarSpangled (Senforza) (Shrunkyclunks | 4,1K | Teen):  “...Why would you tweet something like that?!” “If you must know, sir,” and somehow he manages to make ‘sir’ come out with the same inflection most people reserve for ‘motherfucking son of a bitch’, “it’s because I have a difficult time doing my job when my job involves monitoring the man with the best fucking ass in the United States of America. Sometimes, I vent to my Twitter followers. Sometimes, it’s about hot men with washboard abs. Can I go now, or do you need a graphic description of how I pleasure myself at night?”
Consumer Affairs by galwednesday (Outsider POV, Humor | 1K | Teen): “Tom,” Sara, the Senior Marketing Associate, said levelly, “if you don’t let me promote our bedroom product line using the Winter Soldier’s tweet reviews, I will quit. I will quit today.  I already wrote my letter of resignation. You know what it says? It says that I cannot possibly do my job if I’m deprived of the best free publicity opportunity that has ever crossed my desk, and that will ever cross it again, in the form of one James Buchanan Barnes and his Supersoldier Fuckability Index.” (Bucky reviews IKEA beds. The marketing team responds.)
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Jr. Executive: CEO For A Day
Summary: “Bring Your Kids To Work Day” takes on a new meaning. First, let me set the stage for this hilarious story!
Pairing: CEO Daddy! Bucky Barnes x  Jessica Marie Barnes
OFC: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson
Scott Lang and Peter Parker
Word Count: 1,618
Warnings: Mention of death. Also, MAXIMUM fluff
A/N: A huge “thank you” to the incredible prompt goddess, @shy2shot. My motivation sunk to a new low and I couldn’t see my way out. So, I sent her a message for a daddy Bucky prompt. From her recommendation, this fic came to life.  @rebelicious THANK YOU for helping me. ILY! Thank you for reading and comments are always welcome!!!
“Exquisite Designs,” a commercial architectural firm owned by James Buchanan Barnes and Steven Grant Rogers, longtime friends, boasted some of New York’s wealthiest clients. For over 15 years, the firm built some of the most elegant office buildings dotting the skyline in New York City.
Their number one client, Stark and Wilson Land Developing, is in the process of adding a new wing to the Brain and Cancer Research Center at Mt. Sinai’s Children’s Hospital. This project is special to Bucky. His wife, Lillian, died from a brain aneurysm, caused by cancer 3 years ago, leaving behind an adorable daughter with rich brown hair like Bucky and hypnotic amber eyes identical to Lillian’s.
Now 5 years old, Jessica Marie, whose middle name is the same as her mothers, is the light in her daddy’s life. After his wife’s death, Bucky retreated into depression and couldn’t care for Jess properly. Her grandparents stepped in and assisted him. Steve’s position within the company escalated from COO to CEO. Bucky was kept abreast of all dealings and chimed in when needed.
On Jess’ 4th birthday, she and her daddy hopped on a plane and headed to Maui for some much needed alone time. Bucky brought photos and videos of Lillian, for Jess to watch. She only had flickers of her mommy’s memory. Bucky wanted her mother to be more than a fleeting memory.
Page after page of a photo album held heartwarming memories. As best he could, Bucky explained to Jess where her mommy was.
“Daddy, don’t be sad. Mommy is in Heaven. She can see us, just look up.”
Indulging his daughter, Bucky turned his gaze towards the cloudless sky. “Mommy told me to smile and take care of you.” Wrapping her chubby arms around his neck, for the first time, Bucky openly wept in front of Jess.
“Thank you Jess. I love you so much and Mommy is proud of you too. From now on, I’ll spend more time with you, I promise. We’ll go to the park, eat ice cream and play dress up!”
Jumping from Bucky’s lap, Jess danced around the room singing and clapping. She’d been feeling like he didn’t love her anymore. All the little one needed was a constant in her life: her daddy Bucky.
When they returned home, Bucky held a meeting with all staff members present. He unveiled the plans for “The Lillian Marie Barnes Child Care” center. As you could imagine, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room, including Bucky’s. The best part, there’s no cost to the family!!! From 1 to 5 years old, employees could visit the daycare center and have lunch with their son or daughter. Moral soared 500%.
BRILLIANT IDEA
WIth the Howard and Maria Stark Children’s Wing on schedule, Peter Parker, Director of Marketing, pitched an idea to Bucky.
Gathered in the spacious conference room were Bucky, Steve, and Peter. Bucky’s executive assistants Wanda and Natalia. Also, Steve’s executive assistants, Maria and Pietro were in attendance as well.
Peter began the impromptu meeting. “Thanks everyone for coming. An idea, brought to my attention by Pepper, peaked my interest. She suggested the “Bring Your Kid To Work Day.” A chorus of yes, oooo’s and ahh’s echoed around the cherrywood table.
Wanda interjected, “Wow, Peter I love the idea. Jess would be the Jr. CEO and Steve’s son, Malachi as COO.”
Maria Hill cooed, “That’s a wonderful idea, Peter! What do you think?” she asked before looking towards Bucky and Steve.
Bucky nodded, “The kids would get a kick out of being Jr. Executives for a day. How about this Saturday? We’d shut the phone system down for a few hours and route all calls to the answering service.”
“Looks like the Rogers family’s going shopping this evening.” Steve beamed with pride.
Peter’s eyes gleamed. “Yes! The kids will have so much fun.”
Bucky asked Wanda to send out a company-wide email informing everyone about Saturday. The replies were overwhelming.
DRESSED FOR SUCCESS
Jessica ran to her daddy’s arms. “Hi sweetheart. How’s my girl?”
“I’m fine daddy. We had a good day in class. I said my ABC’S and numbers.”
“What? My goodness you’re smart!”  Bucky kissed  her cheek, nose and forehead. “How would you like to come to work with daddy on Saturday? You and the rest of the kids will run the company for the day!! How does that sound?”
Unable to contain her enthusiasm, Jess sang, “♪♫I’m the boss, I’m the boss ♫♪”
Bucky reminded Jessica, “It’s important to treat your staff members kindly.”
“Okay daddy, I’ll be good.”
“That’s my big girl. Now, time to go shopping for a power suit, briefcase and shoes.”
TIME FOR WORK
Decked out in her suit with her briefcase and phone, Jessica Marie Barnes, CEO, reported for work. Already in boss mode, she greeted her “staff.” “Good morning everyone,” she said confidently.
Cameras clicked as the kids, dressed in business suits and dresses, laughed along with their parents.
Natasha’s daughter, Sage, donned a navy blue pantsuit, white blouse and blue tie. Malachi Grant sported a gray 3 piece suit, powder blue shirt, and striped tie. Other kids wore dresses or snazzy shirts and pants.
Wanda, Sam and Scott gushed over the kids. “Scottie, Mason and Jason are the cutest.” “Thanks Wanda. Thomas is quite handsome as well.”
Parents and kids alike assembled in the lobby. There were about 15 little ones; ages varied from 3 to 5. How much trouble could they get in right?
Bucky addressed the room. “I must admit, this is the best dressed staff in all of New York. Now kids, there’s cookies, fruit and juice boxes in the small conference room. Jessica, you have the floor.”
“Thank you Mr. Barnes,” Jess said. “Good morning. My name is Jessica Barnes but you can call me Jess. It’s time for our morning meeting. Follow me to the small room.”
Everyone applauded as Jess led her friends in for snacks.
Malachi instructed the “staff” to eat while he and Jessica spoke. “Okay, folks. We have a lot of work to do. There’s a meeting with people who want something built.”
One little lady asked, “Mr. Drant, who?”  Malachi replied, “I dunno let’s make something up.”
BIG MISTAKE
Now, whoever decided to furnish snacks, didn’t take in consideration that pastries, fruit and juice boxes contained the dreaded SUGAR! 3, 4 and 5 year olds hyped up on sugar makes for serious hijinx.
Jess, Malachi, Mason and Jason wandered away from the others and ended up in one of the copy rooms. Mason, with wide eyed wonder, suggested making copies of their faces. How they turned the machine on is one of life’s biggest mysteries. They took turns copying faces, arms and legs. Jason, however, took it one step further. He sat on the machine and took a picture of his bottom.
Next, a group of 3 year olds snuck into a few offices with sticky hands, pressing on the keyboards. Yep, they made a mess.
Not to be left out, Jessica and the gang visited the employee break room. The refrigerator and lower cabinets were raided. They devoured sandwiches, chips, Christmas candy, and cookies leftover from an office meeting.
Smeared on the pristine white walls were tiny chocolate handprints, water and orange juice got spilled onto the floor, and a few kids ate too much and threw up. The room was an absolute MESS.
Mason and Jason tried to clean up the vomit by throwing paper towels over the 2 spots. Needless to say, they used an entire roll! Malachi retrieved a mop from the custodian’s closet and attempted to mop the liquid mess from the floor.
Instead of cleaning it up, he slipped, face first, soiling his new suit. Jessica, completely flustered, plopped on the floor in tears.
Checking the conference room, Bucky was alarmed. No kids in sight. Frantic, everyone split up searching for them.
Wanda, Sam, Scott and a handful of parents landed in the break room. Surveying the damage.
Nat gasped, “What the-?” Bucky shook his head. “This is our fault. Unattended kids equals a recipe for disaster. I’ll call the cleaning company.”
Pictures were taken and sleeping little ones snuggled in their parents arms.
Bucky and Steve stood in awe of their Jr. CEO and COO. “Buck, what a mess. Guess I’ll take Malachi home” “Yep!! Jessica’s reign is over.”
The “Bring Your Kids To Work” disaster was a bit hit, for the children. The time had come to clean up and prepare for Monday morning. Hope was that the computer keyboards are cleaned, along with the delightful “copies.” Someone’s in for a major surprise! Jessica Marie Barnes will remember the day forever. She was the “CEO” of her daddy’s architecture firm. In Heaven, Lillian Marie Barnes was their Guardian Angel.
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