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Genre(s): CEO!au / arranged marriage!au / Fashion designer!au
Pairing(s): CEO!Bucky Barnes x fashion designer!reader
Summary: For the people who think arranged marriages are something happening in the last century, are very wrong. They still happen. More low-key, but are still very prominent in the upper class. That’s how two people who would never meet, get thrown together in the deep end.
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“And we’re doing what here?”, I question while taking a bite of my croissant, a steaming cup Latte Macchiato in my other hand. We’re currently in Brooklyn, standing in front of a modern-looking building.
When James said that he would take me to his favourite place, I thought we would actually sit there and enjoy our lunch. And not order and go again.
Carly!!! This man and his tongue. I have…thoughts. 😏 On Bucky, Beck, Jefferson, Lance AND Hal. 100 words each, under the cut. 🔥❤️🔥
i’ve been super, super busy this month (uni is a drag yanno) and i haven’t read/reblogged as many fics as i would like; i know right know it can be a real struggle to get reblogs and i would love to use my platform to try and boost some content creators. if you have any fic recs at all, please drop them in this form! it literally takes 30 seconds. probably less, actually.
most my followers on here are either in the star wars & marvel fandoms but if there are oscar isaac/pedro pascal characters, i am absolutely happy to include them bc there is a lot of overlap. if you have any other questions, drop me a message💕
i will be compiling all the fics at some point during the week! tysm in advance
- jamie xx
Summary: When a mission goes south and blood is on your hands, all you want to do is take a shower and sleep. All Bucky wants to do though is cuddle you.
Warnings: Very brief mentions of death, guilt ridden reader, comfort, soft Bucky, a little angsty.
Authors Notes: I’m not really sure what this is, but it’s Sunday and I have a free day and I wanted to get some drabbles written. I apologize if this sucks. ☺️
Word count: 295
The recon mission you were sent on went south so quickly. Civilians died, and it felt like the other members of the team were secretly judging you. All you wanted to do was rush back to your room, take a shower, go to sleep and hopefully wake up in a much better frame of mind tomorrow.
Rushing back to your room and taking a shower was the two tasks you had managed to complete without totally breaking down. How you managed it, you didn’t know. But the hot water washed away the tension and the stress until all you were feeling was just pure exhaustion and tiredness.
Changing into your most comfortable nightwear, you flicked the light off in the bathroom and walked back into your bedroom, jumping back when Bucky was laying on your bed, waiting patiently for you.
“Was your shower okay?” He asks, his features soft. He knew what had happened, his eyes told you he knew. Bucky wasn’t on this mission, but he did keep up with the news.
You nod slowly, your fingers mindlessly patting the seam of your shirt. “The shower was great, I’m just really tired."
Bucky nods and scoots over on the bed, patting the warm side he was just sat on. You smile, and go to him. It was always difficult to do the opposite with Bucky. He was just a naturally sweet and caring guy.
The spot is so warm and you can’t help the shaky groan that slips out. Your arms automatically wrap around his waist and you nuzzle your face into the crook of his warm neck. His arms pull you closer towards him, he’s cradling you, comforting you and silently telling you that the sun will rise tomorrow and everything will be okay.
Currently writing for:
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: After your memory is completely wiped after a mission, Bucky tells the story of you two in pieces
Warnings: probably cursing.. because me
brock rumlow is a slick, charming, wise-cracking businessman that you are lucky to have a claim to. brock rumlow is your fiance. brock rumlow is going to suffocate you.
brock rumlow is going to be surprised when you disappear, nothing left behind but a note.
but once you’ve gone through with steps 1-4 of your 5 step escape plan, you find out that the ‘friend’ nat told you to meet - the ‘friend’ who is going to drive you across the country to the utopia of safety that is new york - just had to be bucky fucking barnes.
“If you’re so annoyed with the music, you can drive.”
“You’d never let me drive this car.”
“Exactly. Now shut up.”
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awww he’d be a very attentive teddy bear 💖
he’d make sure that you’re warm. he’d bring you tea and some food so that he can give you your medicine for the cold. he’d cuddle you throughout the whole thing, would watch movies with you, let you nap your head on his shoulder… he’d help you take a warm bath, he’d wash you and maybe give you a scalp massage to free you from your headache.
aw man he’d be so gentle with you ❤️
“you’re such a pain in the ass, it wasn’t even my fault!” you exclaim, blood boiling with rage. barnes stares back at you with piercing blue eyes, walking in your direction - you don’t even flinch: his murder strut may work with other, but not with you.
bucky’s face is merely a few inches from yours. you were the only ones in the room, after a particular difficult mission. your tires popped near the safe house and, somehow, bucky thought it was your fault - or maybe he was just too uncomfortable in your presence. either way, it wasn’t fair.
“what have i ever done to you?” your words are dripping with poison, as a wave of anger washes over you. your senses are foggy, all you can focus on is him. no response, again.
“you’re such a-”
barnes never found out what he was, according to you - his lips connected with yours, teeth clashing against each other’s. the kiss is hungry, possessive: his hands are snaked around your body, pulling you closer to him.
the anger soon dissipates
a/n: sorry this took too long!! i’m happy with the result, though ;)
reminder - today is the last day for requests my loves !!
that’s for ships and requests mainly !
i will still take headcanon requests now and again and you can still send in some mini scenarios or thoughts about the character etc and i will write a few little headcanons about them - kinda like this post from yesterday (but can request a specific scenario if you wish)
requests will stay closed until i’ve gotten through a big chunk of the requests in my inbox and here’s a note on requests if you have sent one in !!
have a wonderful day <33
𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒 ✧ bucky barnes
bucky’s arm is draped across you as you sink into him on the couch, the news playing on the large television with the sound is turned off, the only noises coming from the kitchen where vision is trying to cook food for dinner. your phone sits in your hand, illuminating both of your faces as you type.
“what are you doing?” he whispers, planting a kiss on your temple, watching you search safari for ‘send names to mars.’
“i’m sending us to mars.” you respond, shyly. his arms wrap around you tighter, chin resting on your shoulder as he watches the screen load.
“hm, you can only add one name.” you say, disappointed.
“oh no, we’re going to mars.” he says, taking the phone from your grasp, adjusting his position slightly so you both can see the phone.
you watch as he types ‘y/n and bucky’ into the first name box. he hesitates as the keyboard appears for the last name box. he thinks for a moment and then starts typing.
‘barnes.’ you smile at the screen and he puts the phone back into your hands. once you click submit, you receive your boarding ticket. ‘y/n and bucky barnes, future mars mission.’
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a little snippet from the bucky x reader wip i’ve been writing non-stop this week:
“You can’t listen to spotify in the middle of nowhere,” he says, shifting to get more comfortable behind the wheel, one hand dropping to his side. He looks natural like this, driving down the winding, sun-warmed road, eyes bright from within his soft smile lines and pinked cheeks. He’s still frowning, though, marring the image of contentment; he’s been frowning since you left the limits of San Jose, and it’s mostly been pointed at you.
“Fine,” you relent, rolling your eyes and leaning back against the window, looking out to the landscape beyond. “You spend a lot of time out in the middle of nowhere?”
“You gonna spend this whole time asking me about my life story?”
“Well I know that story,” you say, and immediately resolve to keep your mouth shut for the rest of the drive.
Ok so last summer I was reading a fanfiction about Bucky Barnes. I think it was Bucky Barnes x Nanny reader. He was married to Natasha Romanoff and they had two little girls (I think the youngest was 5). They where unhappily married. Natasha was (I think) a business woman who wasn’t at home often. Bucky was a mechanic who worked with Steve Roger’s ( I think they had their own company). Bucky and Natasha hated each other. The reader was the nanny of their kids for a long time (I think the reader was 19). Bucky and reader started a relationship without anyone knowing about it. I think there was smut involved…. It definitely wasn’t finished jet back then.
I have been searching for days now but just can’t find it. It think it was on ao3. Please help me if you can. My ass is getting desperate.
warnings —none??? fluff?? ddlg dynamics, do not interact if you don’t like it
characters — daddy!andy barber, daddy!steve rogers, daddy!bucky barnes, daddy!lance tucker, daddy!clark kent, daddy!august walker
a/n — THIS IS A FIC WITH DDLG DYNAMICS,, do not interact if youre not 18+,, just a little something i put together today… lmk what you think!
Summary: Bucky shows you what happens when you break one of the unspoken rules of the biker world
Pairing: Biker Bucky x Reader
Word Count: Drabble?
Warnings: semi public sex, fingering, edging, smut, 18+
A/N: half asleep when I wrote this so…
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)
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Bucky wouldn’t edge you without a good reason. He’s too far gone to deny you anything, especially if it involves making you scream his name so loud the neighbors call the cops. Nothing like him answering the door completely naked, ignoring you begging him to please put on his boxers.
“Nah, darling,” he tosses back without a care in the world, glancing at you with amusement ad you cower on the couch, pulling his oversized t-shirt over your knees, the flashing red and blue lights shining through the curtains,” I’m good right officers?,” he says opening the door.
When they realize that this is Bucky Barnes, that they’re at the infamous Barnes house situated not 15 minutes from his clubhouse, well, they leave without so much as a keep it down.
You push the curtain to the side and move to your knees, watching through the open front window as one officer goes to the neighbors’ house.
Bucky closes the door, strolling behind you, his large hand crawling up your belly, he drops his head on your shoulder, his beard scratching your neck, “watch this Darlin” he smiles.
9. “war’s end” kiss
You waited for what felt like hours at the train station, watching families and couples reunite, each hug and kiss and tear from another happy loved one making you worry even more that something had gone horribly wrong and your love would never return.
You had been on the edge of tears all day, or maybe really ever since he left, but you didn’t stand a chance when you saw him come through that door. You cried because he was real, he existed, he was a human being and not just a name at the end of letters you hardly ever got. You cried because he looked different, his eyes a little more weary, his cheeks sunken in. You cried because you were never, ever going to let him go again.
He saw you in a moment, like he didn’t even need to look through the crowd because he just knew where you’d be standing, clutching the locket around your neck that held his photograph. He beamed and ran to you, and you did the same, and you met in the middle with a kiss that made you forget anything else even existed. You jumped into his arms, he held you tight, and you hoped he’d never pull away.
But when he did, you got to see his face again so it wasn’t so bad.
“Bucky,” you whispered between sobs, holding his face just to make sure you could really touch and feel him, that this was really happening– that he was really home.
“Hey, doll,” he mumbled back, voice breaking. It was so heavy with love, and fear, and the weight of everything he must have been through. “Didja miss me?”
“I barely survived without you, you were all I ever thought about,” you admitted. “If you ever leave me again, I don’t think I could take it.”
“I won’t,” he assured, “I’m not gonna let you go for the rest of my life, I swear.”
One more kiss made it feel real, and not like an empty promise from a soldier drunk on homecoming. A thousand more whispered ‘I love you’s could never be enough to make you sure he knew, but you were going to try your best anyways.
18) “Are you wearing my shirt?”
38) “I need you. Now!”
Soft, domestic fluff with the winter soldier? Ok!
It’s porn guys, no minors!
You woke up and stretched your whole body before realizing you were alone in the bed.
You winced when you saw what time it was. You told Bucky to stop indulging your tendency to sleep in, but the man refused to wake you up, and now it was 11AM. He must have gone out for a workout or something.
Summary: You were a Goddess named Elara, who had powers similar to Thor and even stronger, you joined the Avengers back when Loki had tried to take over New York. You were great friends with most of them. Tony Stark was someone you were always in love with even though you knew you could never have him. However that all changes when you get to know a certain super soldier….