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buckrecs · 1 year
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2023 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 2
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masterlist | ✨- fav fics | status - complete
All of them are COMPLETE Series.
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1. Chicken by @delusionalwriterr
Bucky x Reader
You and Bucky Barnes shared a strange relationship with each other and the team was getting tired of it. When a mission goes wrong, will you be forced to admit your feelings for each other or will they remain buried?
2. sweet reverie by @demxters
College!Bucky x Reader
bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend but after what you thought was sweeter than a dream has you facing a harsher reality.
3. The Time of the Prey by @subwaysurf45 ✨
Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader
The younger sister of the most talked about princess in the kingdoms really can’t do much except smile and nod. When Natasha, your sister, finally goes to moves all of you to Shieldshire to marry her beloved Prince Steve you are left with your art, all alone. But one Knight took it upon himself to keep you company, and that company was all you needed to get through wedding season. Will that company last or will it be ripped away from the both of you? A war is starting and it seems targets are being made. 
4. super rich kids by @traitorjoelite
College!Bucky x Reader
kids with too much money, parties every night, and an incident with your best friend’s brother is just the norm on the upper east side.
5. Bring You Home by @sunflowersoldat ✨
Bucky x Reader
Y/N travels back in time to get Steve’s help for one last mission, but not everything goes as planned.
6. The Colour of Rain by @delaber
Bucky x Reader
On the run from his violent past, Bucky has sought refuge in a small town in Mexico where he enjoys the peace and quiet of not understanding a word of Spanish. A peace that is violently disturbed when he runs into the most annoying woman he has ever met.
7. All The King’s Men by @nastybuckybarnes ✨
Alpha!King!Bucky x Omega!Reader
Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.
8. Peaches by @noctumbra
DBF!Bucky x Reader
what they were doing was wrong, both of them knew that. it had to be kept as a secret. not everyone would understand what they have, she knew that much. they’d look at them and see an older man misleading a girl so much younger than him. it wasn’t the thing, though. that had never been the thing. it wasn’t misleading, taking advantage ─whatever they called their situation. it was love. forbidden, not-society-friendly, but love. 
9. Sweet Dreams by @abovethesmokestacks ✨
Bucky x Baker!Reader
Sometimes you start talking with someone, and you realize you share an interest and a wish for a certain supersoldier to be cut som slack. Enter cupcakes.
10. Fuck Up The Friendship by @summerofsnowflakes
Bucky x Reader College AU
Fed up with having your feelings played with you decide to have some fun with a with your friend Steve.
11. A Sweet Old Fashioned Notion by @sidepartskinnyjeans
Bucky x Reader
As the dust settles on the second 'snap' Bucky has been getting to know Brooklyn again. His neighbourhood has changed a lot, but it's changed for you too since you got blipped back. Bucky is still pretty old fashiond at heart, there were things he expected from life, to get married, to have a family. Simple things that seem far away now especially when online dating is so hard. Maybe something more traditional would be good for both of you.
12. Soldier, My Soldier by @cryptidcasanova
Winter Soldier!Bucky x Reader
“I am the writing on the wall, the whisper in the air. Without these things I am nothing. So now, I must shed blood.” He lulled at the base of your throat. “Sweetheart, come with me.”
13. Homesick at space camp by @atlaese
Bucky x Avenger!Reader
dying on a cold spaceship lightyears away from home wasn't what you expected
14. Spirits in the House by @redgillan
Detective!Bucky x Reader
Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around.
15. Sugary Sweet by @all1e23
Sugar Daddy!Bucky x Reader
Is it all just sugar or something more? 
16. Missing Piece by @likeahorribledream
Bucky x Reader
When Bucky first arrived to the compound, Steve was his only friend and the only person he trusted himself around. That is until Steve introduces him to you, his best friend. Bucky was fascinated by how often you and Steve would hug each other. It had been a very long time since anyone had touched him in such a loving way and it didn’t take long before Bucky found himself craving your touch, but whenever you’d get too close he would flinch as if someone had hit him. His trauma still too fresh a wound for him to be comfortable with someone touching him. Then one day, he finally fights his instincts and let you touch him. He hadn’t realized how truly touch starved he was until he feels the warmth of your skin against his. Something clicks for the both of you in that moment, you had found your missing piece. As long as you were with each other, you were home. You both tried to fool yourselves into thinking you were just friends, really close friends. Friends that needed to be together almost every minute of every day and who needed to hold each other to be able to sleep at night.
17. Metal Arm and Short Skirts by @buckyarchives
Bucky x Doctor!Reader
waltzing in as the new head of the Avenger's medical division, impressing everyone, and... scaring Bucky with your incredibly short skirts. Bucky's having a hard time looking at his arm as anything other than a deadly weapon, and you're more than happy to help him.
18. Scars by @chickenfics ✨
Bucky x Reader Western AU
Running from a past that haunts you and a future that is unsure, the last thing you wanted was to take up with a stranger. Strangers, you'd learned, are almost always more trouble than they're worth. But when dangers from the life you're trying to leave behind get too close for comfort, drastic times call for drastic measures, and the stranger you'd once feared becomes the only person you can trust -- and perhaps the only person you'd call your friend. Now you both just have to make it out alive... 
19. The Color of Blood by @theidiotwhowritesthings
Bucky x Agent!Reader Soulmate AU
In this world, a person didn’t discover color until they locked eyes with their soulmate. As an agent of SHIELD, finding your soulmate was hardly a priority. Especially since you were currently dealing with the shocking discovery that HYDRA had been pulling the strings behind SHIELD actions this entire time. Life was all about timing, and you were about to find out that your timing was absolute shit.
20. Everybody’s Watching Him (But He’s Looking At Her) by @writing-for-marvel
Actor!Bucky x Assistant!Reader
The entire world’s eyes are on movie star Bucky Barnes, what he’s wearing, who he’s dating, even the mystery behind why he needs a prosthetic arm - but Bucky doesn’t care about all that, he’s only got one thing on his mind, you.
21. 27 Dresses by @beccaanne814
Bucky x Reader Modern AU
You are the epitome of “always a bridesmaid, never a bride.” You think you know what love is, but sometimes you can’t see what’s right in front of you.
22. Heal by @chucksfavouriteprophet
Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader
For months you managed to distance yourself from Bucky Barnes, the alpha you long for. But one night you have no choice but to comfort him, something which brings out emotions in both of you. Except it also brings out emotions in the Winter Solider, which results in a devastating turn of events that neither of you might be able to come back from.
23. Dangerous Woman by @samthemarvelfan
Bucky x Reader
You know he blames you, but you never thought he’d hate you.
24. Witness Protection by @mymoonagedaydream
Bucky x Reader
You'd only been living in New York for a few weeks when Natasha introduced you to James Barnes, the man who’d change your life forever.
25. Everything’s Better in Westview by @espinosaurusrexex ✨
Bucky x Reader
Bucky and Y/N sneak into Westview to have the perfect life. Away from late Steve and Tony, Vision and Natasha, they let themselves be consumed by suburban magic. To their surprise, however, some of these people aren’t so dead in the town. And there are some other weird things happening that make them question their sanity. But that’s okay, right? ‘Cause everything’s better in Westview.
26. Trying by @moonlight-prose
Bucky x Reader
Bucky Barnes was a new person. He survived a war with Thanos, finally getting rid of his triggers, and losing his best friend. He didn’t think there was anything else to survive. That is until he meets you in a bookstore and you become something he is scared of losing. An old villain has shown himself and suddenly you are the target of a new ploy to bring the Winter Soldier back.
27. unconventional methods by @marvelouslizzie
Bucky x Adult Content Creator!Reader
Bucky Barnes has a big problem: he is too anxious to date and too old school to enjoy porn. But he needs some kind of relief, and he needs it right now. After getting an accidental boner during a mission, Natasha suggests him an application that seems to be exactly what he needs. Will your content solve the problem for him? Or will it create new problems?
28. ephemeral by @aescapisms
Professor!Bucky x Reader
Bucky Barnes fell in love with you, but the universe isn’t all that forgiving.
29. Bulletproof by @amandaoftherosemire ✨
Bucky x Reader College AU
You, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes have been the best of friends since middle school. On top of that, you’ve been in love with Bucky pretty much the whole time. Everything changed after the three of you got to college, however. Over the past couple of years you and Steve have become even closer but things between you and Bucky have been strained since the night he broke your heart. Can anything bring you back together?
30. The Heart is a Deep Ocean by @dreamlessinparis
Bucky x Reader Titanic AU
Titanic was known as the ship of dreams. For you, it was the dream of getting home, or so you thought. From the moment you locked eyes with James Buchanan Barnes, all those dreams changed and your life was never the same.
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accihoe · 2 months
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Case Study 1
Pairing: detective!Bucky x doctor!reader
Summary: Prologue of how the geneticist and the detective met.
Warnings: Angst (in chapters to come)
A/u: 80s (Starts off in late 70s)
A/n: Howdy. Same drill; PLEASE DON'T STEAL MY WORK. God bless.
xxx
August 31, 1979
"Barnes." Stark acknowledges as he walks into the detective's office. "Stark." James says, removing his glasses and laying them on his brown desk. "Here are the evidence forms. We contacted Doctor Banner, but he's caught up in something. So, in place, he's sending his brightest intern." Tony states, sitting on the desk. "An intern?" James sighs, rubbing his cheeks. "Apparently she's good." Tony shrugs, lighting his cigar. "No smokin' in here. Ma complains about the smell." James waves away the smoke. Tony rolls his eyes and walks to the door. "You two start Monday, September 3rd." With that, Tony leaves.
September 3rd, 1979
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor, I'm detective Steven Rogers." Bucky hears Steve as he walks into the building. "The pleasure is all mine, detective. I'm Doctor Y/N Y/L/N." Y/N smiles warmly, shaking Steve's hand. "Doctor? I thought you were a novice." James states as he walks in, and Steve shakes his head with a quiet sigh. "I'm a Probationer, actually. Mr Barnes Junior." Y/N states. "Is that so?" James asks, lighting his cigar. "Indeed. However I lean more towards the science in genetics than medical practice." She says. "Very well. Well now that we've passed the introduction phase let's get to the case, shall we?" Barnes changes the subject. "Yes of course." Y/N smiles. James feels his heart jolt at her warm smile, so he returns it.
September 21st, 1979
"You're aware that the case ended like a week ago, right?" Sam Wilson asks, slipping his coat over his shoulders. "Oh we're very aware. Doctor Y/L/N is just helping me uncover more family schemes and suspect. Because she's a genius and all." Barnes shrugs. "Right. And that's why she's sitting on your desk." Sam says as he leans against his colleague's doorframe. "Goodnight Sam. Take care." Y/N smiles and singsongs. Sam sighs and shakes his head as he leaves, and once his back is turned to them he allows the smile to take over his face.
November 16th, 1979
"Buck, can I ask you something?" Y/N looks over at James, tucking a strand of overgrown hair behind his ear. "Ask away, doc." He smiles, looking down at the filed paperwork on his lap. "How would you like to meet my family?" She hums, twirling his hair between her fingertips. "Isn't it a bit soon, dollface?" He asks, finally looking at her. "I don't think so. For all they know we could've been together since September 3rd." She states calmy. Bucky smiles at his girl, taking her hand into his. "They're going to swoon over you. Trust me. Just brace yourself for questions. They have loads of them. About anything and everything." She says. James laughs, tilting his head to the side. "I can't wait to meet them. When and where do we go?" Bucky is quick to shift closer, intrigued and excited.
They shared their first kiss over New Year's. And, 4 months later, Y/N had a shimmering engagement ring adorning her left hand.
September 3rd, 1980
"And do you, James Buchanan Barnes, take Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The pastor asks. "I do." James smiles, more sure about his answer than he's ever been. "And do you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, take James Buchanan Barnes to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The pastor asks. Y/N sucks in a breath of excitement as she looks at all the seated and waiting guests, and then to her almost husband, his beautiful baby blues shining with the utmost love and adoration, "I do.". "You may now kiss the bride." The pastor announces. The crowd cheers and applauds as James dips his wife and kisses her.
"This is so bananas that on this very day, a year ago, we met for the first time. And now we're married." Y/N says dreamily as her husband kisses her knuckles as they sit at the bride and groom table. "Yeah, love acts in mysterious ways." He agrees, feeling himself get physically lost inside her eyes. "I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Barnes." He smiles, eyes scanning over her breath-taking features. "And I love you, James Buchanan Barnes." She hums in agreement. "Tonight I'm exceptionally grateful that Doctor Banner was busy." James smiles. "Want to know a secret?" Y/N whispers. "Always." He whispers. "He wasn't really busy. But I asked to go in his place." Y/N smiles up at her husband. "Wait. What?" He asks, scrunching his nose up as he smiles.
"Well, I wanted to gain experience fairly quickly, and word about NY's hottest detective on the look for a Geneticist came my way, so I pulled a few strings." Y/N admits. "So I have my beautiful wife to thank for this?" Bucky asks with a smile. "And Tony, for allowing a rookie in on a big case." She smiles playfully. "You helped us ace that case." James says in return.
xxx
This will probably just be a mini-series. But I'll see how it does, and decide thereafter.
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elixirfromthestars · 1 year
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Conflict of Interest - II
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Pairing: Detective!Bucky Barnes x Lawyer!Reader
Summary: After deserting Bucky at the fair, you are left dealing with the consequences. This becomes difficult as you are all assigned to a new case. 
Word Count: 8.5k
Warning(s): crime show level of violence / homicide investigation details / drinking / angst / fluff / mentions of a car accident and injuries, but no major details / slight cursing / anxiety / overthinking / insecurities / lots of back and forth / misunderstandings / angst with a happy ending 
a/n: It has been a while, but part 2 of this beautiful duo is finally out! ❤️ I hope the length of part 2 can make up for how long it took me to finally finish writing it. It’s angsty with a happy ending, although the happy ending doesn’t come so easily. 👀 Thank you for reading! ❤️ Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!! 💕
➵ Prequel Drabble // ➵ Part I 
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     You tossed and turned in your bed once more, the sunlight peeking through your blinds, disturbing your sleep. The events of last Saturday weighed heavy on you. So much so, that you hadn’t gone to work in the past two days—today would be the third. You claimed you came down with the flu, putting on the best performance you could when Natasha called you. You were never able to lie to her face, but over the phone wasn’t as hard. Eventually, however, you would have to go back. 
     Eventually, you would have to face him. 
     Bucky called you a few times that night after you deserted him at the fair. The guilt set in almost immediately and you were too ashamed to answer him. You managed to read one message before silencing all of the notifications on your phone.
     Can you at least let me know you got home safely?
     Your stomach twisted at the words, the culpability of your actions threatening to eat away at it. Even after everything you said, even after running away from him and deserting him at the fair, he still only wanted to know you were safe. There were so many things you wanted to say. Nothing, however, was a good enough response in your mind. There was nothing you could say that wouldn’t leave a door open for more. No matter what you told him it would either crush his heart or give him hope. 
     You didn’t dare do either.
     Instead, you typed something short and to the point. A quick, “ I did. Goodnight, Bucky.” 
     You haven’t had a good night’s sleep since.
     “ Y/n, where are you? I was supposed to be having lunch with Steve today,” Natasha’s voice was suddenly coming from your living room. “ You didn’t answer my calls again. What is going on?” You rose from your bed and walked in the direction of her voice, slightly thinking you were sleep-deprived to the point of hearing things. You were wrong when you were met with her questioning eyes. 
     “ Well, you look terrible.” 
     If this were anyone else, and not your best friend of over a decade, you would have felt embarrassed at the state of not only yourself but your apartment as well. There were used dishes littering your coffee table and clothing items spread across the floor. As for your state, it was Wednesday and the last time you showered was before the date with Bucky. Since then, you had been wearing a blue set of satin pajamas that now held strains of evidence of all the takeout you had been eating since. You didn’t need a mirror to see the tragic state of your hair. 
     “ I told you, I’m sick. You shouldn’t have come. I’m going to get you sick too,” you tried to sound as convincing as possible, throwing in a couple of fake coughs and straining your voice to make it sound hoarse. You cursed yourself from the past in your head for giving Natasha a key to your apartment.
     “ You almost had me there, Y/n. Unfortunately, for you, the squad showed up at our office to brief us on a new case, and guess who was staring at your empty desk the entire time like a wounded puppy?” You couldn't meet her eyes when she spoke and instead plopped yourself down on your couch. Natasha stood on the other side of it, staring at you with her arms crossed. 
     “ I think I messed up, Nat.”
     “ You think? He practically ran out of the room once the debriefing was over. What the hell happened on Saturday?” She made her way over to you, sitting on the couch across from you. She was waiting for an answer, but it felt as though your throat was closing up. 
     It’s not that you didn’t want to tell her. It’s more like you physically couldn’t. As if some invisible force was preventing you from speaking aloud the thoughts that had been driving you crazy these past few days. They would surely cement themselves into reality if someone, but yourself, heard them. 
     Thankfully, this was Natasha sitting across from you. She knows you better than anyone else and knows exactly how to handle you in situations like this. You of course know her just as well, so you were not surprised when she called off of work and grabbed a bottle of wine with a pair of glasses, from your cupboard, for the two of you. 
     “ There’s no way I’m leaving before getting to the bottom of this.”
     After a few sips, the words started to pour out of you faster than Natasha could pour more wine into your glass. Any hindrance or hesitation—gone like that—with a bit of liquid courage in your system. Natasha didn’t say a word nor did she interrupt you at any point. She let you speak until you had spilled everything. You even handed her your phone so she could read the messages Bucky had sent—the ones you didn’t have the courage to read yourself. She scrolled through them, taking a sip of her wine here and there. She was uncharacteristically quiet, and you found yourself biting the inside of your cheek in anticipation. Whenever you gossiped over your usual bad dates she would be filling the silence with laughter and snarky comments. However, this was not just another date. This was a date with Bucky. This means that, as you feared, everything was different.
     “ Y/n, I say this with all the love and respect I have for you, but what the fuck did you do?” She raised her voice slightly, confusion etched into her face. You chugged the rest of the wine in your glass to prepare yourself for the conversion you were about to have.
     “ Look, I know what it looks like, but I have a good reason.”
     “ What it looks like to me is that for months you’ve been complaining about bad dates and sucky men, only to finally go on a good date with a man you clearly have feelings for, and you go and mess it up?”
     “ Bucky is not just any guy, Nat. It’s Bucky as in our friend Bucky, who happens to also be our coworker. If we end up being something more to each other and then we break up, it’ll mess up the friendship all of us have. I can’t risk that. I can’t ask you, Sam, or Steve to pick sides when something like that happens. It’s better off this way,” you argued, gripping the wine glass a little too tightly, trying to regain control of your emotions. You didn’t have the energy to cry in front of Natasha while trying to plead your case.
     Natasha sighed, her lips in a tight line,” Y/n, you’re joking right? You two have already been something more to each other for a long time now. Please, none of us are blind to how you two favor each other over the rest of us.” You took a second to let her words sink in. 
     “ Even if that’s true, it can’t happen. Too much would change and it would complicate things.”
     “ Things always change and you’re the one making things complicated. Y/n, please look at me,” you turned to her, meeting her gaze, “ I don’t care what Prosecutor L/n wants or thinks is right. The only thing that matters is what Y/n wants. This job can’t become our entire life, we are allowed to live outside of it. Let yourself fall in love and be happy.” Her words tugged at your chest as you took her advice into consideration. Nevertheless, your fear of what could happen could not be swayed. 
      “ It’s not easy to separate that part of my life. Being a prosecutor is a part of me—a huge part of me. I can’t just set that aside. Nat, I know you mean well, but I think things are better the way they are now. I’ll go back to work tomorrow. I promise things will continue as they always have,” you put your wine glass down on the coffee table, an ill feeling bubbling within your stomach. Natasha let out a defeated sigh, “If that’s what you really want, then I’ll respect that. But I have to tell you that whatever it is you're really scared of, it’s making you let go of possibly one of the best things that could have ever happened to you.” This time her words made your heart sink in disappointment knowing what you were giving up.
     She didn’t stay long after that. You chatted about work, the new case, and other frivolous things. Your mind, however, was elsewhere the entire time. Like a broken record, it repeated her words and Bucky’s over and over, almost as if to torture you. When she left, you ended up cleaning your entire apartment to distract yourself from your thoughts. It had never been so spotless. 
     The next day, you went to work to prove to Natasha, and to yourself, that everything was okay. Nothing had to change and everyone could operate as usual. What you didn’t expect was to be called into the Brooklyn precinct on your first day back. You managed to skim through a few files on your way there to get caught up on the case. Which thankfully, hadn’t really started until today.
     You took a deep breath stepping out of the precinct elevator. Walking down the hallway, you were mere moments away from seeing Bucky again and your nerves were uncontrollable. You told yourself it was best to act professionally towards him, but you knew that was easier said than done. 
     As soon as you walked through the precinct entrance, your eyes scanned the entire room. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed Bucky in the conference area, looking over evidence with Detective Maria Hill and Detective Sharon Carter. His back was facing you, so he hadn’t noticed you yet. On the other side of the room, Steve was with Sam, having a conversation with what looked like to be the suspect’s attorney. Now you understood why you were called in. 
     “ Counselor Murdock, back to lose another case?” You asked teasingly. He smiled, a slight chuckle escaping him, “ Not this time. Although, if this goes to court I’m happy it's you prosecuting this case. You’re the only prosecutor whose voice I like hearing throughout the trial. If anything I’m looking forward to it.” Murdock gave you a cheeky grin, being flirtatious as always. You laughed it off, used to him being this way since your law school days. 
     “ I think it’s time we move things along. Have you spoken to your client yet?” 
     “ Not yet. I arrived a few moments before you did.” 
     “ Well then, you should go inside and speak to him. The detectives will join you momentarily. I hope we can have full cooperation.”
     “ No promises,” he shrugged, a smug look on his face. Once he entered the interrogation room you turned to Steve and Sam, “ You shouldn’t leave them in there too long before they decide not to cooperate. What do we have on the suspect?” 
     “ Not much. The suspect, Quentin Beck, was the victim's boyfriend and the last person to see her alive. Her body was found under a bridge not too far from their shared apartment. Initially, she was a Jane Doe found with no possessions on her until we ran her fingerprints and found she was arrested prior for a misdemeanor. He says she went out with her friends and never came home. He filed a police report a week ago,” Sam explained.
     “ Sounds like there’s not much to go on. Getting a warrant for the apartment wouldn’t be hard, but the evidence would be too circumstantial. She lives there so, of course, her DNA would be everywhere,” your brain went into prosecutor mode, sifting through mental files of any possible charges.  
     “ Could you get us a warrant for his car? If he transported the body there has to be some evidence left inside. This guy thinks he’s clever. Never seen someone so calm and indifferent to the death of their loved one. I got a feeling he killed her,” Sam continued. 
     You shook your head,“ Unfortunately, I need something more than just feelings to convict. I don’t think we have enough evidence to get a judge to sign off on a warrant. You’d have to get him to talk more and spill something. If she went out with her friends then maybe they know something. You can question their neighbors or tenant to see if there were any prior domestic disturbances, but for now, that’s all. We need more to go on than pure speculation.”
     “ Carter, Barnes, Hill!” Steve called the rest of the squad over and you tensed up knowing he was approaching. It was easy to stay focused on the job when he wasn’t close. You couldn’t look at him and instead directed your attention to the suspect inside the interrogation room. He looked like the average white male, sort of handsome if you squinted hard enough. However, if this job had taught you anything, looks can be deceiving. 
     “ Hill, I want you in the interrogation room with me. You’re best with the clever ones. Wilson, Carter, go back to the apartment complex and question the tenant, the neighbors they have nearby, and even the one directly underneath their apartment. Maybe they can tell us if they were as happy as a couple as he said they were. Barnes, I need you to investigate her social media and see if any of her friends posted this alleged outing. Find a way to contact them and ask them what they know. Counselor, I would like it if you stayed to watch over the interrogation. You know how to handle Murdock better than any of us,” Steve turned to you once he was done giving his orders. You faced him, getting a glimpse of Bucky from the corner of your eye. You felt his stare on you the entire time Steve was talking. 
     “ Of course,” your response was brief, and the tone of your voice was weak. Bucky’s intense stare was clouding your senses. The room suddenly felt smaller, and you wanted to ask Steve who had cranked up the heat.
     Steve shot Bucky a quick glance before directing his attention back to you. By the look on his face, you knew he was putting two and two together. All of your friends here were detectives. You wouldn’t put it past them to figure it out. Your clothes suddenly felt two sizes too small. 
     “ Okay, everyone knows what they have to do. We’ll regroup around noon. If you end up with any new leads you want to pursue, call in and let me know first,” Steve gave the last of his instructions, sending everyone off. It took him a second, but Bucky walked away to his desk, which was thankfully the furthest from you. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. Nothings changed. You repeated these words over and over in your head, to remind yourself—no, to convince yourself they were true. Which was hard when Bucky was staring holes into the back of your head. You could see him vaguely behind you through the reflective surface of the two-way mirror. It took everything within you not to turn around and lock eyes with him. 
     After watching the interrogation for about forty minutes, you ended up with the same conclusion as Sam. Quentin Beck was guilty—he had to be. There was no proof yet, only the gut feeling you and Sam had felt, however, you knew deep down he had killed his girlfriend. As you listened to him speak you realized he was the kind of man who with one look made the hairs on the back of your neck stand. His eyes were the muddiest shade of blue, lifeless and cold. You didn't believe for a second he was ever in love with the victim. There was a moment you could have sworn he look through the two-way mirror right at you. You hated how intimidated you felt at that moment. 
     If it was the last thing you did, you would make sure this man would rot behind bars for the rest of his life.
     Nothing new was learned from the interrogation. Steve and Maria came out of there, letting the hard look on their faces fall into defeat. Anytime they almost caught Quentin slipping up, Murdock was there to save him. 
     “ Counselor, I think it's time you take a turn. Murdock is giving us a run for our money,” Maria suggested, glaring at the two men inside the room. 
     “ She won’t have to. Look,” Bucky rushed over to where the three of you were, tablet in hand, to show you all something, “ See these videos? The victim's friends sent me these from the night they all went out. The suspect dropped her off and picked her up from the outing. He’s lying about her never going home. And see this?” 
     Bucky’s hand slid back and forth on the screen showing two screenshots of two different cars with two different license plates. You were too engrossed with the wickedness of the details you hadn’t noticed Bucky was standing next to you until his arm brushed up against yours. 
     “ They’re two different cars, that bastard. He picked her up in a different car than the one he dropped her off in. What car did he drive here?” Maria’s teeth were gritted. “ I checked the cameras and there’s a match for the first car he drove parked next to Carter’s,” Bucky showed another screenshot of the same car as the first, parked in the precinct parking lot. 
     “ Counselor, is this enough to get us a warrant?” Steve asked you. 
     You considered the evidence before speaking, “ This is more than enough to get a warrant on both cars. Although, it’s better if you send all of this to Romanoff. She’s closer to the judge’s chambers and can get you a warrant faster than I can. If you stall him long enough, you’ll have the warrant and the crime scene unit here to investigate the car before your time to question him is up. We don’t want him erasing any evidence,” you suggested. 
     Steve agreed, “Barnes, call Prosecutor Romanoff and give her all the information you have to get that warrant. Hill, go back in there and give him another round of questioning, maybe some paperwork to file. I have to make a few calls before I go back in. Counselor, I think we’ll be okay for now, but I’d appreciate it if you could deliver the warrant to Murdock himself. Something tells me if you give it to him, he’ll go easier on countering it.” 
     You nodded your head in agreement, feeling Bucky step away from you and shooting you one last glance before going back to his desk and doing as ordered. Maria went ahead and reluctantly made her way back into the interrogation room. Steve was standing there quietly, a pensive look on his face. There was clearly something on his mind, and you dreaded knowing exactly what it was. 
     “ You and Bucky, is everything okay between you two?”
     “ Everything’s fine.”
     “ Things don’t seem fine.” 
     “ They are. It’s all fine. Everything’s fine.”
     The look Steve gave you let you know he wasn’t believing a word you said. However, he didn’t push it, merely sending you a sympathetic smile with kind eyes that made you want to confess everything. Steve wasn’t Natasha though. Steve was Bucky’s best friend and you didn’t deserve to be consoled by him—only hated. You broke his best friend’s heart and if he didn’t know, he would know soon enough. 
     Maybe Natasha was right. Maybe things always change anyways. 
     But in this case, it was okay, because at least in this case you were the bad guy. You were the heartbreaker and everyone can hate you. No one has to pick sides because you made it easy for them to choose Bucky, and you were okay with that. 
     You had to be okay with that.  
     “ Anyway, you have Captain duties to get to, and I have a lot of work to catch up on after the whole fair—flu thing,” you cleared your throat, stopping yourself from saying anything else. If Steve had noticed your slip-up, he didn’t acknowledge it. You let him know you would be back to hand the physical warrant to Murdock. You then excused yourself to make a quick getaway out of the precinct. 
     You speed walked out into the hallway that led to the elevator. You knew it was a comical sight how fast you were booking it out of there, but you didn’t care. You begged Natasha in your head to keep Bucky on the phone just long enough for you to slip out. 
     Unfortunately, for you, the phone call was already over.  
     You heard his footsteps before his voice, “Y/n, we need to talk.” 
     “ Sorry, Bucky, I can’t right now. I’m behind on paperwork and I need to get to the office as soon as possible,” you dismissed him, thankful the elevator doors were already open. A few officers were getting off, giving you the chance to quickly slip in without waiting. 
     Bucky, however, was also quick and moved his hand in between the elevator doors so it wouldn't close, “ You can’t even give me a minute? I don’t even deserve that?” The pain and disbelief in his voice were unbearable to hear. You stared at his feet, not being able to meet the eyes you knew would match the emotions in his voice.
      “ Bucky, I really can’t talk right now.”
     “ You can, you just don’t want to talk to me. You can’t even look at me.”
     The tone in his voice froze you in your spot. It was foreign and angry. Bucky had never directed that kind of tone your way. A tone you could only associate with hatred. Something you had previously established was okay. If all your friends could hate you for hurting Bucky, then Bucky had every right to hate you for hurting him. He deserved so much more than you. He deserved to be with someone who wasn’t so conflicted about being with him. Maybe if he hated you too, everything would be much easier to get through. 
     Before you could respond or Bucky could say anything else, another group of officers stepped into the elevator, causing Bucky to remove his hand. The officers sent you quizzical looks as one of them pressed the ground-level button setting the elevator in motion. You were shakily gripping your briefcase, watching Bucky’s feet disappear as the elevator doors closed. 
     It’s okay Bucky, you can hate me. You thought to yourself, as though somehow being able to transmit this to him.
     The next few weeks were agonizing. You and Bucky avoided each other at all costs throughout the entire case. If he came by the office he was never alone and all his questions were addressed to Natasha. He wouldn’t so much as glance your way and you understood why he was so hurt when you wouldn’t even look at him in the elevator. To have somebody who meant the world to you, who made you feel seen, act like you no longer existed was as if you were dead to them.
     Maybe you were to him now.
     The last time he ever spoke to you was after Quentin was arraigned and his bail was posted. Natasha made you go to the precinct to collect copies of witness statements. You were annoyed, knowing Steve or any other detective could have sent those copies digitally or even faxed them. It wasn’t until you arrived at the precinct and saw only Bucky was around that you realized this was a setup. 
     “ Hey...I came to get the copies of witness statements Nat called in earlier saying we needed,” your voice was stiff as you stood awkwardly by Bucky’s desk. He had been typing away at his computer before you approached him, and wasn’t showing any signs of stopping at your arrival.
     He clenched his jaw, nodding slowly, getting up from his desk and going into Steve’s office. You took a step forward only to stop yourself, knowing it wasn’t a good idea to follow him in. He clearly wasn’t in a good mood at the sight of your presence.
     He came out of the office moments later with a stack of manila folders in his hands. He handed them to you, “ Here, this should be everything you need.” His tone was distant and professional. You grabbed them, the apprehensive tension between you two threatening to suffocate you. You managed to mutter out a small thank you before leaving.  
     Neither of you looked at the other during that last interaction.
     Steve, Sam, and Natasha tried talking to you about the situation—well more like Steve and Sam tried talking to you, and Natasha lectured you—but, you never gave them any real answers or explanations. You knew where they were coming from, but any brainpower you had left was dedicated to the case. You poured every waking hour into it to distract yourself from everything else. This worked incredibly, although it also brought on a foreboding feeling for when the case was over. Once you reached the finish line, it would be hard to ignore the obstacles on the other side of it. 
     This was the complete opposite of making things easier for you. In his absence, you realized how much you truly missed him and how comfortable you had gotten with his usual presence. This was the first case where you didn’t have late nights working on paperwork, and days going out to the field together to investigate. Natasha and you typically did your work separately which made it easy for Bucky, in previous cases, to come in and partner up with you at any opportunity.
     You especially felt his absence when it came to rehearsing your opening remarks for Quentin Beck’s trial. You always did this with Bucky, but now he wasn’t here to give you pointers and reassuring words. He wasn’t here to comfort you and let you know you were going to do great. There was a moment when you were a click away from calling him the night before the trial but decided against it knowing how unfair that was to him. 
     No, instead, you had your bedroom wall staring back at you as you practiced your opening speech. 
     This was the loneliest you had ever felt. 
     On the day of the trial, you went over your notes with Natasha before it commenced. You dotted all your i’s and crossed all your t’s. You couldn’t afford to let Quentin Beck slip through the laws of justice over a technicality. He had murdered his girlfriend out of spite and jealousy, and thanks to the best detective team in Brooklyn, you had all the evidence to prove it. 
     Your opening went smoothly. The jury was immediately entranced by your persuasiveness—you even saw a few of them cry. This was good. As long as you continued to show them the monster Quentin Beck was, the easier and faster they would convict him. 
     Like any other trial, you and Natasha spilt the witnesses in half. Natasha was better at intimidating anyone on the stand, while your strong suit lay in appealing to the jury. Any emotionally packed moment was one you delivered. Any moment someone needed to be put in their place, there Natasha was. That is how the rest of the trial went. 
     When Quentin Beck was put on the stand, the tension in the room became palpable. Already the jury hated him, and his nonchalant demeanor did nothing to help. His eyes would glance over the room and every time his eyes met yours, you had to do everything in your power not to visibly shiver. After the brutality of the evidence of the victim’s murder was discovered his eyes became to you nothing short of haunting. In them lay a storm that was waiting to ensnare you and drown you. You couldn’t shake the discomfort they brought you when it was time to give the closing arguments.
     You were good at thinking on your feet, so closing remarks always came effortlessly to you. It’s the same as always working on homicide cases. Humanize the victim as much as possible to the jury. Remind them the victim was a daughter, a cousin, a friend, and to many others so much more than that. Remind them the defendant was a cold-blooded killer. The one to act as the judge, jury, and executioner to the victim. Matt was trying to get a third-degree murder charge, while you and Natasha were gunning for first-degree.
     The entire trial is important to the jury. They have countless notes to look back on and read over to refresh their memories. However, it's the closing statements that always stick with them the most since it'll be the last they hear from either side. You were great at closing the case, but you had to admit, Matt was damn good at it as well. 
     You made a dire mistake upon giving the final speech. In a moment of accusation, you pointed to the defendant, and let those same lifeless eyes intimidate you for a split second. It was quick, and yet that was all it took to feel like you were drowning again. To play this fear off you took an emotional pause to gain your grounding. To anyone who didn’t know you, this was a moment of silence for them to reflect on the tragedy of this crime. Anyone who knew you though knew this was a moment for you to catch your breath.
     Bucky was one of those people. When your eyes locked as you looked out into the sea of the trial audience he sent you a small smile and gave you an encouraging nod. That was all you needed to knock your closing statement out of the park. 
     The jury didn't take long to deliberate. The guilty verdict came back in record time. 
     “ Always a pleasure losing to you, Counselor L/n,” you heard Matt say behind you as he approached you after the trial. Natasha was a few feet away talking to Steve and the rest of the detectives. No doubt planning the usual celebration after a successful case. 
     “ You know, when you say it like that you make it sound like you lose on purpose,” you countered teasingly, packing up your stuff. Your goal was to sneak out of the courthouse as quickly and as quietly as possible. 
     He chuckled, “Never. Ever since law school you and I have gone back and forth with wins and losses. Maybe more losses on my part than wins.” This brought an amused grin to your face,“ So you admit I’ve always been a better lawyer than you?” This made you both laugh. After the last few weeks of feeling as though the world was crumbling down on you, it felt nice to bicker playfully with an old friend. It certainly made the air easier to breathe.
     “ Walk me out?” You asked him. In response, he extended his arm out for you to grab onto to ‘guide him gracefully out of the building,’ as he put it. You rolled your eyes knowing very well he could navigate the courthouse halls better than you. Nevertheless, you linked your arm with his and walked out amongst the crowd of those who had attended the trial. As you were leaving you could've sworn a pair of eyes were on you. However, not wanting to confirm who those eyes belonged to, you ignored them and walked out of the courthouse with Matt. You continued to talk about the past and reminisce the days filled with bar exam study sessions and research essays on the fundamental principles of the jury selection process. 
     Outside, Matt helped you into a taxi, saying goodbye before parting ways. You were heading home wanting nothing more than to give yourself a long bath and maybe a nice nap. Anything to wind down from the stressful trial. Your usual method of stress relief after a trial was a fun night out with your friends, but of course this time it would be different. 
     You were getting fed up with different.
     Your mind wandered back to Bucky’s encouragement during your closing. Even after everything Bucky was still caring and looking out for you. Guilt and shame were once more having a fight within you to see who could feast off of you more. Before you could lose yourself to these emotions, a call interrupted them.
     “ You’re not coming are you.”
     “ I will. I’ll take a taxi later.” 
     “ You can lie to everyone, Y/n. Even to yourself, but you can’t lie to me.” 
     She was right as usual. 
     “ I can’t go, Nat. I have tons of stuff to do. I have to prepare some final motions and other paperwork.” 
     You wished the ground would swallow you at this very moment. 
     “ You’re scared of things changing, but can't you see they already did?”
     Again, she was right as usual, hanging up on you as you arrived outside your home feeling your world start to crumble again. Any sense of normalcy Matt had given you gone with one phone call. 
     The rest of your afternoon into the evening was spent giving yourself lots of self-care which consisted of a warm bath and shopping online for things you absolutely did not need. Anything to help you feel better. You tried convincing yourself it was okay for things to be different now. It was hard to pretend you didn’t care when in reality you cared way too much. 
     As midnight approached, you poured yourself a glass of wine to celebrate your trial win. “ Congratulations on another win, Prosecutor L/n,” you mustered as much fake enthusiasm as you could, and attempted to take a celebratory sip of wine, but found yourself fighting off tears instead. 
     Correction, this was the loneliest you had ever felt.
     Your pity party was cut short by a knock on your door. You looked over at the time, fifteen minutes till midnight, and wondered who it could be. You knew at least it wasn’t Natasha since she would've just let herself in with her spare key. 
     You tiptoed over to your door and checked the peephole almost knocking your head against it in shock. Bucky was on the other side holding something in his hands. Your hand shot out to the doorknob, rattling it for a second, but you couldn't find the strength to open it. As a prosecutor, confrontation naturally comes to you. You found yourself surprised to know this wasn’t the case with Bucky. To face him and your actions these past few weeks was more anxiety-inducing than when you took the bar exam many years ago. Which was saying something since you threw up twice the morning of your bar exam.
     At this point, you didn’t open the door not because you didn't want to, but because you physically couldn't. Your sweaty palms had a hard time twisting the lock off the door. 
     “ Y/n, you don't have to open the door, but please just listen.” 
     His voice was hesitant and slightly muffled on the other side. He seemed to be walking on eggshells around you and wanted to choose his words carefully. You didn’t blame him as you avoided him as much as he had avoided you. You more so than him if you were honest. 
     “Okay,” you whispered loud enough for him to hear. There was so much more you wanted to say, but once again in the presence of Bucky, you were rendered speechless. 
     There was a slight shifting sound on the other side of the door before he spoke,“ Look, these past few weeks I tried really hard to push my feelings away, but I was only getting more frustrated with myself. In pushing my feelings away, I pushed you away and I don’t want that. I miss you,” his voice broke toward the end and he paused before continuing,“ I want you—no, I need you to be a part of my life even if it's just as friends. Y/n, don't think for one second I regret taking you on that date because I don’t, but I can’t keep going on acting like we don’t know each other anymore.”
     Your hand on the doorknob tightened as you blinked a few years away. You wanted to tell him that despite how it all ended that day was from a handful of days where you experienced the beauty of romance. To recognize it as such made your chest ache with longing, but it was the truth. It was cliche and yet, it was the first time you understood what it meant to feel sparks when kissing someone. It was a foreign sensation you wished the universe would give you the chance to feel again. 
     This and so much more were the things you wanted to say to the wonderful man on the other side. You were hesitant, however, to speak, afraid even one syllable would sound incomprehensible with the emotions you were trying to keep in control. Instead, you rested your head on the door and tried to calm down your racing heart. Maybe if you managed to do that you could say something—anything, to ease the pain for both of you.
     There was rustling on the other side of the door and you wondered what he was doing. “ Today, when I saw how you were able to smile and laugh around Murdock, it reminded me of how we used to be. And I realize we might not have that again, but I’ll try to get back to a place like that. All I ask is for you to be patient with me because what I feel for you isn’t something that leaves from one day to the next, but to respect your wishes I’ll try. It’ll kill me, but I’ll try.”
     Bucky’s words ripped your heart right out of your chest. If he said anything after that you wouldn’t know, your mind was no longer in the moment. It was racing a mile a minute grappling with what you wanted and what you thought you wanted. You tried convincing yourself for weeks that all you wanted was to go back to normal with Bucky. To have his friendship in your life because that would be enough. It wasn’t until he said he’d try his best to get rid of his feelings for you that you realized being just friends was never going to be enough—not anymore. 
     You stepped away from your door when the realization hit. What you felt towards him now was entirely different than the small crush you had on him when you first met. In all this time of getting to know him, he had wedged his way into your heart and found a permanent spot there. There was only one word that could summarize why in his absence it felt like a part of you was missing—it was love. 
     You were in love with Detective James Buchanan Barnes. 
     You got a taste of what it was like to be lovers with him and you knew no matter what you tried to do, nobody else could satiate what Bucky had awakened. A part of you was still scared of what could happen if things went south, but the fear of closing that door of being something more with Bucky was greater than the consequences that could happen in the case of a conflict of interest. You felt immensely stupid for not realizing this sooner.
     Before your mind drove you any crazier, your body took charge and swung your door open. Bucky was used to your incoherences, so at least he would be able to string together some parts of what was about to spill from your mouth.
     This was cut short as you were met with no one on the other side of the doorway. Bucky was gone. He must have said goodbye and you didn’t hear it over the back and forth in your head. 
     You took a deep breath surprisingly relieved. As much as you would love to chase after him in your pajamas at midnight in the Brooklyn streets, you didn’t want to seem like a mad woman. Instead, you used this as an opportunity to collect your thoughts and prepare yourself for pouring out your heart to Bucky tomorrow. He had done the same, and you rejected him. There was a possibility you had to prepare yourself for him to do the same. You felt as though he had every right to after how you treated him. 
     Before you closed the door, you noticed there were two things on the ground Bucky must have left for you. One, a bag of takeout from your favorite restaurant which made you realize you completely forgot about dinner, and two, the teddy bear from the night of the fair. Your heart burst at the sight. You bent down and grabbed the teddy bear delicately as if it were a small child and hugged it. 
     It smelled like funnel cake and a happier time. 
     You brought in the takeout, never letting go of the bear. You couldn’t tell if the empty feeling in your stomach was from your lack of eating dinner, or from the guilt that was still making its home there over your treatment of Bucky. He deserved so much better and maybe he had realized that. 
     Maybe that’s why he said he’d get rid of his feelings for you. 
     You shook the doubt away, exhaustion taking over your body. You put the takeout in the fridge, not having the appetite for anything right now. You decided you would wake up early in the morning and make Bucky some freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. He loves when you bake a batch and bring them down to the precinct. He always said they were his favorite—now if that was because you made them or they actually were his favorite, there was no way to know.
      The cookies were to sweeten up your apology, which was a long thought-out one you wrote in the notes app on your phone before going to bed. It could honestly rival any speeches you had ever given in court. 
     You fell asleep that night with the teddy bear in your arms. 
     Your idea to wake up early in the morning to bake cookies was a good one—if you hadn't overslept. In the midst of Bucky’s surprise visit, and writing him an apology, you forgot to charge your phone and set your alarm. So instead of waking up at six as you intended, you woke up at ten. Thankfully, since you just ended a big case there was no urgency to be at the office bright and early in the morning. Even though a bit rushed, you still baked the cookies and got ready as usual. Although, this morning you noticed you felt a bit more self-conscious about your appearance. 
     What does one wear to confess your feelings to someone you already rejected?
     Is there an outfit that conveys I’m sorry, better than you ever could? 
     You wouldn't know. 
     You were able to charge your phone halfway before heading out. You packed the cookies in a red tupperware container sticking a post-it note at the top that read: For Bucky <;3. You gave the teddy bear a goodbye wave as you exited. 
     You decided against taking the subway today and got a lift from a taxi instead. You sent Bucky a quick text to let him know you needed to talk to him and if you could meet up with him at the park closest to the precinct. You knew his lunch break was coming up, so you hoped you could talk to him then. 
     As soon as you sent the text your phone rang, your heart skipping a beat. There’s no way Bucky read that message that quickly. 
     You were right. It wasn’t Bucky calling you, it was Natasha.
     “ Hey, Nat. Sorry, I overslept, but I’m close to the offic—” 
     “ Y/n, where are you?” There was a hint of panic in her voice. 
     “ Heading to the office...” you trailed off an uneasiness crawling its way up your spine. 
     “ Tell the driver to go to Stark Hospital. There’s been an accident.” 
     You froze,“ Natasha, are you okay? Is everything okay? Are you hurt?” 
     “ It’s not me, it’s Bucky. He was in a car accident.”
     The cookie container fell from your lap. You don’t know how you managed to find your voice to tell the driver to take you to Stark Hospital, but you did. A few blocks away there was a traffic jam, and the desperation to see Bucky and make sure he was okay was more than you or the driver could bare. You paid the driver and rushed out of the taxi, maneuvering your way through the rest of the cars until you reached the sidewalk. You continued to run from there.
     Three blocks away. 
     Bucky was fine. He had to be fine. 
     Two blocks away. 
     Please, Bucky, for the love of everything, please be fine. 
     One block away. 
     Bucky, I can’t live without you, so please be fine.
     Out of breath and barely able to see from the tears obstructing your vision, you made your way into the emergency room. You looked around the waiting room but saw no familiar faces. A nurse noticed you and came over. 
     “ Ma’am, who are you looking for?”
     “ James Buchanan Barnes.” 
     “ He’s in the back in room seven, I have to first—wait, you can’t just go in.”
     The nurse tried to stop you, but you must have looked at her like the world was ending because her features softened,“ Ma’am, I have to get you an approved visitor's pass. We can’t just have anyone back there.” 
     “ Screw the visitor’s pass, that's my fiancé you have back there. I have to see him,” you lied hiding your left hand in your bag in the process, moving past the nurse. You knew she was just doing her job, but the hopelessness you felt at that moment made you desperate. 
     Despite the nurse's protests, you marched your way into the back of the emergency room where all the patients were. You located room number seven and bolted straight to it, pushing the door open. Bucky was sitting on top of a hospital bed, his left arm in a sling, and his face scattered with a few cuts. He jumped back startled by your entrance. Relief overtook your features, finding yourself able to breathe again. 
     “ I am so sorry for the intrusion sir, but your fiancé was worried and insisted on seeing you.” 
     You froze in your spot, sheepishly, at the nurse’s words. Right, you told the nurse you were Bucky’s fiancé. Bucky bit his lip amused, “She was, was she? Of course, my doll was,” he extended his right hand toward you inviting you into his arms. You walked over to him timidly, as the nurse excused herself closing the door behind her. 
     When you heard the door close you embraced him tightly. He winced and you pulled away quickly, “ Oh—sorry, Bucky.” He shook his head, grinning giddily, “ Don’t apologize, I’m feeling better already.” Unamused, you scanned his injuries, “ Are you really? What happened?” At your question, Bucky explained how he and Sam were pursuing a suspect who rammed his car against theirs to stop them from catching him. Sam caught up to him on foot, since the car had been damaged, but Bucky had received the brunt of the hit and that’s how he ended up with a fractured arm and bruised ribs.
     “ I’ll lock him up you know. He assaulted an officer, he evaded arrest, and who knows how many traffic violations he committed,” the more you spoke the more upset you became. You didn’t realize you were crying until Bucky wiped the tears from your face, and spoke softly to you, “ I know you will, you’re the best at that. I see it’s true, though. My fiancé was worried about me.” A look of endearment was on his face while yours was flushed with embarrassment. Although you didn’t bother to correct him, wanting to forget you ever said that to the nurse. 
     “ Well, I was worried. I thought, maybe—no, I don’t even want to say what I thought. I’m just glad you're okay. I actually wanted to talk to you, and say I was sorry and give you, oh no,” you looked down at your empty hands, no tupperware of homemade cookies in sight.
     “ The taxi,” you gasped. 
     “ Give me…a taxi?” Bucky was looking at you delightedly, holding in his laughter. 
     “ Not a taxi, cookies.” 
     “Cookies?”
     “ Yes, I baked cookies to give to you as an apology. I also had this whole speech prepared that I can’t remember right now. I wanted to say I’m so sorry for everything. For being so stupid and not talking it through with you since the beginning. For turning you down before even really giving us a chance. For letting my fear of what could happen, take control of this situation instead of taking control of it myself and handling it properly,” you were rambling on and on causing Bucky to chuckle before grimacing at the pain, his bruised ribs not appreciating his sense of humor. 
     “ Now, was this apology decided before or after you found out about my car accident.” 
     “ Before. Why?” 
     “  Well I thought maybe all I needed to do was get pummeled by a car to see your pretty face again,” he joked, causing you to laugh,” Shut up, it’s the painkillers talking isn’t it?” 
     “ God, I missed seeing you smile at me, doll,” he was looking at you like he had won the lottery. 
     “ There’s something I missed too,” you said sincerely thinking back to how empty you felt without Bucky in your life. You looked down at his injured arm, but he used his good one to lift your chin to look at him. His eyes twinkled, catching on to what you were saying, “ Does this mean I can give up on trying to get rid of my feelings for you?” 
     You nodded, not knowing what words were enough to convey how you felt. Instead, you decided to show him through your actions—so you kissed him. There they were again, those damn sparks only Bucky could make you experience. 
     He pulled you in by your waist with his free hand, so you were standing in between his legs. He reciprocated the kiss just as intensely as you had given it. Your hands reached up to cradle his head and pull him in closer—if that was even possible. This time there was no fear and no hesitation as you lost yourselves in the emotions you had been holding back for weeks. 
     The apologies, the loneliness, the anger, the sadness, the frustration, and everything in between melted away leaving only the love that was blossoming between you two behind. 
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The Type You Save - F I F T E E N
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James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards
Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.
Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?
They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.
TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation
A/N: We are nearing the end!
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Previous: F O U R T E E N
Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist
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Christian Grey has always appreciated the finer things in life.  Luxurious home, top of the range car, Cristal, 25-year-old scotch, the works. A man of his status and wealth should have a standard.  Including the right woman.  
Alexandra Richards was that woman.  
He stared at the woman next to him as Nate drove, Walker beside him.  He watched as she wiped an errant tear that fell to her cheek.  She kept her face to the window, studying the country side as they drove.  She didn’t bother asking where they were going, they would never tell her.  
“Pet, would you like some water?”  
“No, thank you.”  
“Alexandra, you need to eat or drink something.”  
“Not if I want to die, Mr. Grey.”  Her tone remained even, never looking away from the window.  
Grey grounded his teeth, wanting to force her to drink.  But he waited, allowing her emotions.  She was different than his pet from before.  She was strong, independent before.  Now she was despondent, fragile.  A mother.  She was in mourning for the loss of her son.  He would try and change that soon but for now, he needed to break her and change her back to the woman she was.  
His Alexandra.  
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James watched from the doorway of his sleeping son’s room, observing his little body as it curled around his teddy bear.  He knew the sleep was from exhaustion, having to have explained to his son that his mother wasn’t going to be here for a while. He was a momma’s boy through and through.  He closed the door softly and back into the empty apartment.   
Steve was still tracking Alex.  He almost laughed to himself again.  He went to their bedroom and to his side table.  He lifted the necklace from its place.  The duplicate he had switched in Alex’s jewelry box was damn near perfect.  Either she had noticed and didn’t say anything or she was losing her touch.  Either way, the switch had allowed a tiny tracker to be embedded with her.  That’s why Steve was on the hunt.  
After searching for Zemo at his home and secondary office, it was painfully clear that he had been the mole for some time now.  It was too coincidental that Walker had found Alex so quickly. The APB was out for everyone. All he could do now was wait.  His phone went off.  
Stark: He’s still tracking.  They’ve almost made it to Tahoe  Barnes: ok   Stark: We’ll find her  Barnes: I know.  Just bring my son’s mother home to him.   Barnes: Bring her back to me 
James laid down and clutched her pillow.  It still smelled like her.  Of strawberries and roses, of her. Finally, twelve hours after she disappeared, he cried.  
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Alex jolted awake as the car slowed to a stop.  She looked around in the darkness, unsure of where she was. She could make out the outline of trees in the moonlight but after that, she had no clue.  Until she turned to see a house. It was out of a movie.  Stark white, wrap around porch with large windows.  Nate and Walker were already out of the car and walking up while Grey was studying her as she took in the home.  “What do you think?” 
“It’s a beautiful home.”  She wouldn’t lie.  
“Good.” Grey gave her a smile.  “I built it for you.”  
“For me?” 
“You had a house, similar to this, in that notebook you used to have.  Your journal.  I found it after you left and wanted to have something ready for you when you came back.”  
“I didn’t come back.  You kidnapped me.”  
“You left voluntarily.”  
“To save my husband and son.”  
“Your husband?” Grey sneered.  “Your husband is nothing compared to me.”  
“My husband is a thousand times the man you will ever be.”  
Grey reached and grabbed her by the hair, and she squealed in pain.  “Listen to me Alexandra.  You are mine now. You made your choice.” He pulled a little harder and she whimpered.  “I do miss that sound pet.”  
“Please, stop.”  
“No.”  He opened the car door and dragged her out.  She screamed and thrashed but Grey gripped her arm.  “This is your home now Alex. Let’s get you acquainted.” He pulled her up the steps.  She had no time to take in the interior as Grey marched her up to the master bedroom.  “I have clothes and toiletries in the bathroom.  There is nothing sharp or poisonous in here so don’t try.  I’ll be back.”  
Grey slammed the door closed and she heard a click as she was now locked in the room.  She sank to the floor and cried.  
Being a MIT graduate should have been something that Grey had factored into his grand scheme.  There is always something sharp or poisonous in everything. After crying, Alex got to work, taking the plastic toothbrush and using the counter to sharpen it. She just had to get past the door, and she could fight her way out. She hoped Nate would help her at some point, but she couldn’t count on that.  
Keeping her crude tool close, Alex decided to inspect the rest of the room. The windows were locked, meaning the only way was to break them, attracting unwanted attention.  Clothing in her size were in the drawers, no strings on any of them. Slip on shoes negated laces. Bastard really did think of almost everything. She heard footsteps coming and she hid the toothbrush under the pillow.  She sat against the headboard, as far away as possible.  The door opened revealing Nate.  Alex let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.  “Hey Nate.”  
“Hey Allie Cat.”  
“That’s a new one.”  
“Had time to think about it.”  He went to sit on the edge of the bed, but still blocking the door.  “I told you to run.”  
“And I told you that I couldn’t abandon my family again.”  
“Were you always this stubborn?” 
She shrugged.  “Probably.  But we were usually on the same team.”  She studied Nate.  He looked tired, worn.  “What is the plan for me Nate?” 
“The plan?  The plan.  Shit Alex, you should know the Boss by now.  He’s gonna want his pet back by his side.”  
“That’s not going to happen.”  
“He’s gonna try and break you Alex if you don’t do it willingly. This is why I told you to run.  But no, the great Cat Burglar had to do things her own way.”  Nate started to pace.  “Fuck Alex, I tried to protect you.  I found you three times before he sent Walker.  And he only sent Walker when that fucker Zemo ratted you out.”  
“Zemo?  Zemo is yours?”  
“Not mine Alex.  His.” He cupped her face.  “I’m sorry.  I’m only up here because Grey asked me to try to convince you. Just give in.  Save yourself.  If only so that you save your son, your husband from any more pain. Please Alex.”  
“I can’t,” she whispered. “I love my husband and my family. I need my family Nate.  I need them just as much as I need you. Please help me.”  
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I wish I could.” He stepped back. “I’ll do what I can for you.  But unless by some miracle you are found, you are his.”  He turned and left the room, locking it as he went.  
It was deathly quiet now. And a sob was ripped from room as Alex began to wail.  
Nate walked back downstairs, trying to ignore the sobs that were now being ripped from her chest.  His best friend.  Well former best friend after his act of betrayal.  He made it to the living room and walked past Walker and Grey.  He reached the bar cart and poured himself a drink.  He needed to feel numb now.  
“What did she say?” Grey asked, looking up from the papers he was studying.  
“That she wants to go home to her family.”  
Walker let out a sadistic laugh.  “Kitty lost her claws. What a little pussy.”  
Grey glared at Walker until the man’s face fell.  He snorted. “That’s a shame.” He looked up at the stairs.  “Let her cry it out tonight.  We start tomorrow.”  
“Start with what?” Nate looked at his boss.  
“Breaking her.”  
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Steve could hear snippets of the conversation happening in the home.  He peaked in to see the three men sitting and talking before the one with the drink threw it back and slammed it down, exiting the room. Steve picked up his phone.  
Rogers: found her  Stark: thank god. She ok?  Rogers: no idea. Security tight no clean entry or exit  Stark: fuck. Ok. I’ll reach out to local  Rogers: roger that.  
He looked around and saw the guy who left angrily now standing on the porch, hand on the railing, head bowed.  The man shuddered like he was trying to keep his emotions in. “Fucking Alex, why doesn’t she listen?” 
“She does that.”  Nate swiveled to look at Steve.  He went to reach for his weapon, but Steve drew first.  “Whoa there, sunshine.” Nate slowly raised his hands. “I think you and I are after the same thing.  To help Alex.”  
Nate cocked his head. “You’re Steve.”  
“You must be Nate. If I lower my weapon, we cool?” 
“Yeah.”  
Steve holstered his weapon. “Can they hear us in there?” 
“No, but better safe than sorry.  Garage in the back. Meet you there in five.”  Nate went back inside.  
Steve made is way around through the woods.  He waited behind until Nate called for him. “How is she?” 
“She’s scared and probably planning to do something stupid.  She’s Alex.”   
Steve huffed.  “Yeah, typical.  Look I have reinforcements coming but it will take until morning to get them here.  I need to know how I can get in there and rescue her.”  
Nate sighed.  “You’ll help with my case?” 
“For Alex, yeah I will.”  
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James was awakened by his phone a few hours later.  He reached over, the bright screen hitting his eyes causing him to squint.  
Stark: He found her  Barnes: She ok?  Stark: status undeterminable but I’ve sent locals to help  Barnes: give me the coordinates.   Stark: sent. I’m coming with.  Be there in 10 
James called Natasha.  “We found her.”  
Oh thank god.  
“I need you to come stay with Drew.”  
I’m on my way.  
James got his gear together as well as some stuff for Alex.  He crept into Drew’s room, his boy still sleeping peacefully.  “I love you Chief,” he whispered.  He slipped Alex’s necklace over his head.  “You take care of this for me and Mommy, ok?”  He kissed his head and walked out.  Nat showed.  “The documents you might need are in the safe in our closet.  Combo is 03-10-19-17.  We left some stuff for Drew when he’s older.”  
“Bucky…” 
“I’m gonna do everything I can to bring us home but just in case.  Please take care of our boy.”  
Nate hugged James hard.  “Be safe.”  
Stark knocked on the open door frame.  “Ready?” 
“Ready.”  
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The sun hadn’t risen yet when Alex was awakened by the door opening.  She held still. “Pet?” Alex reached slowly under the pillow for her toothbrush and gripped it tight. When she sensed him close, she swung, the sharp point she created cutting the skin on his arm.  “Fuck!” 
Alex rose and swung her leg around, dropping him as he gripped his forearm to stop the bleeding.  She ran to the door and down the stairs.  She could see the front door but was grabbed around the middle.  “Let me go!” 
“I see Kitty did have her claws,” Walker said in her ear as he adjusted his grip.  “And now I get to play with the Kitty.”  
Alex paled as she was held in place by Walker as Christian walked down the stairs, a towel on his arm.  “Let’s get her to the garage.  I don’t want to make a mess in the house.” Walker pulled her out and marched her to the back of the property.  
Steve and Nate were there in the shadows, waiting for the backup promised to Steve.  It was getting close to dawn when Steve heard the cries of his best friend.  He watched as Alex was dragged into the garage. “Shit. We have to get in there.” Steve and Nate both moved to pull their weapons.  
A gun cocking behind them caused them to freeze.  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Steve didn’t have time to turn before the butt of the gun hit his head and he was knocked out.  
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cryptidcasanova · 2 years
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Pinot Noir
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Detective!Bucky x Reader (soft!dark Bucky)
Summary: Detective Barnes takes on a case involving a missing fiancé, and lucky for him, he knows right where to find her.
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Words: 6k
Warnings: Yandere, Obsession, Kidnapping, and Amnesia. Dubcon, Smut, and Party Drugs. Dark themes throughout.
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James was closing up for the night. His keys were in one hand and his hat in the other when he heard a frantic knocking on the office door. 
Maybe if he waited it out, whoever it was would go away. He had been working long hours all week. But the knock was persistent, and James could hear the plea on the other side of the door. Someone needed his help. 
It seemed like someone always needed his help.
He should have invested in getting his working hours engraved on the door, but with his line of work, there were no set hours. 
James Barnes Detective Agency
He set down his hat and unlocked the front door, and in an instant, a gentleman was storming into the office.
“Mr. Barnes, I need your help.” The man was panicked, pulling a hand anxiously through his hair. “It’s urgent. I have nowhere else to turn to. Please, Mr. Barnes. You got ‘ta help me.”  
With a curious quip of his brow, James led him over to his desk.
“Slow down, pal,” He let his accent drawl out against the quiet of the room. The man took a breath. “What happened?”
“It’s my girl. Well, my fiancé,” he explained. “She’s missing.”
The detective's eyes danced with a dark, wild light. Unfortunately for his little friend here, James already knew that.
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James was staking out a home on an odd job when he first spotted you. You were on your way to work. He knew you were a vision even from far away, far from where he was waiting and watching from his car lookout. You were relaxed, never rushed, and your light composure made it hard for him to turn away.
He watched until you drove off down the road, and it was only then that he realized that he missed crucial moments in his investigation. 
But it was worth it.
He continued his investigation, and it went that way for a few days, watching you from the safety of his car until he could no longer justify extending his stake out.
James never expected it to turn into more than innocent curiosity, but he couldn’t help but learn how you maneuvered around your schedule. You worked and visited friends and carried yourself leisurely, making his heart thump in his chest.
He couldn’t stay away for very long.
His hyper fixation had turned into something more as time drew on. James had bumped into you, met you, and passed by you half a dozen times, and you hardly noticed. A soft smile here, a ‘pardon’ me there. But it wasn't enough.
James learned your schedule. He knew how you liked your morning breakfast sandwiches and what you put in your coffee. He knew you had a soft spot for oldies music and caught you more than once dancing around your kitchen to the smooth, sultry tunes of the 1940s. He knew you prefer to sleep with a fan instead of cracking a window.
An ardent, fervent love brewed within him. He just needed for you to see it too.
There was only one looming problem; you were in a relationship.
James could have used a little more time to pick up on your boyfriend’s intentions, but by the time he realized the man had proposed, James needed to jump into action. Worst of all, you had said yes.  
But James was strategic. He would need to use it to his advantage.
He knew when you were going out to celebrate your engagement. He knew which friends you would be with, and he specifically knew they only drank white wine while you sipped on red - a woman after his own heart.
That’s all it would take. James had a friend across town in the medical field who knew the ins and outs of all street drugs and how to get his hands on them. After all their time working around each other, Bruce Banner wasn’t one to question his motives.
Doping up the wine was the easy part. Delivering it would be a little trickier.
You were dining out at a little Italian restaurant and were busing laughing the night away with your friends when the waiter interrupted the table. 
His eyes were wide with a secretive surprise. Whatever he had to say, he carried a certain excitement about it.
“Excuse me, ladies,” He cleared his throat. “One of our other patrons heard you were celebrating tonight. Here is a bottle of the finest Pinot Noir in Brooklyn. On the house.”
The table paused, your friends looking at you with bated breaths.
What a spectacle. You could hardly believe it.
“Oh no, I couldn’t. It's too nice,” You shook your head with a bashful grin. When the waiter insisted, you were stunned. “Are you sure? Who do I need to thank?”
The grin tugging on your lips had had an addictive quality to it, but the waiter shook his head. He wouldn’t break so easily.
“My lips are sealed,” He ensured. “But it’s from a very generous patron.” And then, without waiting, “May I pour you a glass?”
And you didn’t question it for a moment.
That was your first mistake.
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The night passed by in a blur, and you were beyond happy. 
You were engaged to be married, were with your closest friends, and you felt as light as a feather. You were on your second glass of wine, effectively drinking a good portion of the bottle before you started to sway on your feet.
Even better – your friends passed up on it. They weren’t too big of a fan of red wine and were happy to sip on their own drinks while you celebrated.
Overall, it was a perfect night.
After waiting for the buzz to pass, you insisted you were good to drive, promising you just needed some air. And that you would be right as rain. 
And your friends didn’t think twice about it.
That was your second mistake.
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It wasn’t until you were on the road and driving back home that the full effects of the doped wine kicked in. You could never have known, but you were blacking out at the wheel. It started slowly, then kicked in quickly and all at once. You were losing your grip on staying awake. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw headlights shining into the passenger side of your car. 
Briefly, you realized that they weren’t there a moment before.
And then your world had gone dark.
You didn’t feel the force of the impact, the crunch of metal against metal. The screeching of tires and broken glass were lost on you. Your head bashed against the window.
To get the record straight, James never wanted you to get hurt. 
But some things were necessary, and the accident would make things easier in the long run. He could admit that the impact was rough, but it was not meant to cause you any real damage.
He worked without hesitation, stepping out from behind the wheel of the hotwired car to your own. James was nimble in prying open the driver’s side door, and once he was close enough, his breath hitched in his chest.
This was the closest he had ever been.
You were completely unaware of how you had captivated him. His leather gloves were soft against your skin, and his breath was warm on your cheek. 
He was going to take care of you now.
And as James pulled you into his arms and carried you down the street, he gave you another once over. You were banged up from the wreck and looked so delicate in his arms, but even then, you were just as beautiful as he imagined. 
Except for one tiny detail: 
The ring. You were wearing the engagement ring.
That was your third mistake.
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It was like a dance to James. One-two step. One-two step. And you followed his lead perfectly.
He slid the ring off your finger and backtracked toward the battered car, tossing it into the glovebox with an icy stare. It was a simple engagement band, and the diamond was modest. You deserved much better than that. 
For you, James would move mountains and carve the finest gemstones. In fact, he already had a ring of his own picked out.
James was a meticulous planner. He had to be.
He was long gone when the police finally rolled up to your crashed car. There were no fingerprints left behind, no signs of forced entry, and the only thing left in the battered car was the engagement ring.
It was a gift, a way for James to tell everyone that you were gone. It was a way to tell your fiancé that you didn’t want him anymore.
The police had done their investigation and questioned your friends, but nothing seemed to be out of place. That’s how the police operated. They were slow and lazy and looked for an easy answer. It was predictable behavior from the NYPD.
Everyone thought you had run away and didn’t want to get married. The authorities were convinced that you high-tailed it out of town.
James almost gave your fiancé credit. He wasn’t as quick to let you go, and as the man paced around the office, the detective's eyes turned hard.
“You don’t think she ran away,” James started slowly, snapping back into the present. “Do you?” 
James was calm and composed, not giving away his charade.
Your fiancé was an angry mess, shaking his head wildly.
“She wouldn’t have just left me high and dry.” Your fiancé begged for understanding. "She's a cute dame, but she's not smart enough to run for it. No girl would leave me."
And suddenly, James wished he had been paying a little more attention to the man in front of him. He didn't deserve you.
Annoyance prickled in his veins. James would never talk about you that way. Didn't this pissant know you were intelligent, gentle, and one of a kind? 
Clearly not.
 “She was taken, Mr. Barnes. She must have been taken.” The man droned on. "No one leaves me. No one. We were happy."
James would have admired his spirit if it were about any other woman. But the man made a mistake. 
Were you happy? 
James knew that he could make you the happiest dame in Brooklyn. He hummed slowly, listening to the man recount his side of what happened. The room felt surprisingly small; if it were a game of cat and mouse, James was the cat. He was always the cat.
“I don’t know how much help I’ll be.” The detective offered with a simple shrug, and he watched as the man’s shoulders slumped. 
Defeat washed over him, making the corner of James’s lip twitch. 
“At least, not tonight.”
Your fiancé looked back to James, his eyes filled with a broken hope. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Mr. Barnes, I don’t know how to thank you-”
James waved at him to stop. He had heard enough.
“Call the office tomorrow morning, and we can discuss it then.”
The clock was trailing later into the night, and the detective offered the man a professional nod before standing, ushering them towards the front of the office. He put his hat back on and tipped the lid at your fiancé. 
The man was content, stunned into a hopeful silence as he was led to the door.
“Tomorrow, we’ll talk,” James confirmed, locking the door behind them. “I have my own wife to get home to tonight.”
Of course. The man understood. He needed to keep a tighter reign on his woman. The man nodded and thanked James again, shaking his hand before going separate ways.
James watched him walk away before turning back towards his car. A sly smirk spread across his face, and for the first time, his expression was dark. He looked murderous.
Everything was falling into place. 
Your fiancé, the brute of a man looking for you, wouldn’t be causing him trouble for much longer.
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It was late when James finally made it home, and he made sure to make auditory cues as domestic and casual as possible.
From taking off his jacket and putting it in the closet to set down his keys in the front bowl, he carefully made his way to the bedroom.
He crossed the room slowly to the bathroom, turning on the bedside light and glancing at the sleeping figure.
You were still fast asleep.
James would take his time and savor the moment a little bit longer. He took his time unbuttoning his day shirt and slipping off his wingtips. He let the water in the sink run for a moment before wetting his face and brushing his teeth.
It was nice, nice in a way James didn’t fully expect. It was domestic, but it was more than that. It felt like he wasn’t just at his brownstone house but like he had found his home.
Backtracking, the soft yellow light of the lamp illuminated the bedroom, catching the curves of your cheeks and the sleepy pout of your lips.
You were practically glowing.
It didn’t matter how late it was; James was buzzing with energy as he settled in, letting his body get comfortable next to yours.
And then the unexpected happened. You subconsciously curled into his side, searching for the warmth of his skin. For a moment, he froze. 
You were seeking him out, and even though you didn’t realize it, it had been everything James had been waiting for. He melted into your touch.
He let his eyes flutter closed.
“Baby, I’m home.” 
His words were whispered against your forehead. A slow hum pushed past your lips at the sound. James was being careful, breaching your subconscious like a dream. When you didn’t pull away, he placed a delicate kiss on the crown of your head.
In your sleepy haze, you pulled him closer, draping your hand across his stomach.
You were affectionate, so affectionate.
“I’m sorry it’s so late,” Bucky whispered again, his fingers cradling your cheek. “I missed you.”
“-missed you.” You repeated blindly, eyes fluttering behind closed eyelids.
Bucky couldn’t help his smile this time. The smell of his cologne from the day was faint, but it drifted past you, settling deep in your dreamy subconscious state.
This time Bucky shifted, pulling you into the crook of his neck and weaving one of his legs between your own. That was enough to stir you out of your sleepy stupor.
Your eyes were heavy, and you needed to blink several times before getting a hold of your surroundings.
Nothing was familiar. The room was large, bigger than what you were used to, and the bed was soft and cozy. It was like a dream. The flutter of your eyelashes against Bucky’s shoulder made him shift again.
“Sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
The soft, velvet voice should have soothed you. You should have felt comforted but immediately had the opposite effect. Confusion was like ice in your veins.
You tensed under his touch. You were afraid to move, afraid to speak.
You were in bed with someone.
“Honey?” The man asked again, confusion lacing his words. He moved his hand back. 
“Where am I?” You interrupted fitfully, but your voice was still thick with sleep. “Who are you?”
Your bones were heavy with fatigue. You felt like you had slept for a week straight.
The man next to you pulled back, looking at you with concern.
The sharp blue of his eyes cut into you, making you look away. Your gaze shifted from his jaw to the curve of his nose to the top of his hair until you couldn’t help but meet his bewildered stare. 
You stared at him, and he stared at you. It was an unspoken dance of wills.
“What do you mean? -” “Are you going to hurt me? -”
You both asked simultaneously, but the words dissolved into a tense silence. 
The man shook his head ardently. 
“No, baby, no.” He reassured gently. “I would never hurt you.”
The man looked scorched from the heat of your words, but it was too late to take them back. His tone turned flat, dejection floating through the open space.
“Maybe I should call the doctor.”
You froze, pulling back to look at him. You watched his jaw clench, finding a secretive look swimming in his eyes.
“The doctor?” You repeated soberly, not fully understanding him. “Why would I need a doctor?”
The man reached up to your temple, and you flinched back, but he wasn’t put off. He doubled down, his fingers dancing along with a uniquely sensitive patch of skin. He rubbed there gently, just past your hairline.
It hurt. It ached. You didn’t notice it before, but it throbbed with burning pain.
A wave of emotion came over you. You felt like crying. The man moved quickly, dropping his hand in a peace offering, but he stayed close by.
“Honey, it’s okay. It’s okay. You were in an accident.” He explained softly, his eyes filled with care. “It was a car accident. You hit your head.”
You hit your head? You didn't remember that and raised your hand, feeling the bump for yourself.
“An accident.” You mimicked in a whisper, concern settling behind your eyes and in the pit of your stomach.
The man nodded gently, his eyes shifting to yours to see your reaction. When you didn’t pull away from him, he spoke up again.
“I don’t want to overwhelm you.” He admitted slowly. “Each day, your memory should get better. But some days, it might get worse.” 
There was a heavy pause, the weight of the room growing until you could only hear your breaths grow heavy.
“What do you remember?” He tried again. He tested your memory patiently, keeping you close.
You didn’t know what to think. You couldn’t remember him. 
You couldn’t remember anything.
“What does that mean?” You broke the silence with a tremble. “Is it like,” You paused again, “It’s amnesia, isn’t it?” You half asked, half-realized. 
Your eyes went wide as soon as the words passed your lips. Your eyes danced over his face quickly, trying to remember. You knew him. You must have known him. Why else would you be there, in his bed, in his home? Your thoughts were spiraling, and it wasn’t helping. 
The man called out your name. 
“Honey, it’s going to be okay,” He reassured, giving your hand a slow squeeze before pulling away to get off the bed. “Let me call the doctor-”
“No.” 
In your urgency, you reached for his arm to pull him back. It must have shocked him because the man’s eyes were wide, flicking down to where you were holding him. 
“No,” You insisted again. “I can do this.”
Even though you couldn’t remember him, you couldn’t deny the affection in his eyes or the sweet way he said your name. This man was a gentleman. He knew you. 
You looked down, and in the lamplight, you saw a diamond twinkling on your left hand. It was a ring. It was a large diamond in a platinum setting, and a small band sat below it. It shocked you. No wonder why he was being so careful with you.
“I’m married?”
Your words were a whisper, floating past you like a daydream. Could it be true? 
You tried not to blush in embarrassment that you could have forgotten something so important.
The man didn’t say anything, but he let his left hand cover your own with a reassuring squeeze, and you saw a wedding band resting on his finger.
Your eyes shoot up to his own.
“We’re married.”
Your correction died on your tongue, looking up at him to see if it was true. The man let out a bated breath, a careful smile tugging at his lips.
He was so beautiful. He was moving slowly like you were a wounded animal, trying to get away. A part of you felt guilty.
“What else do you remember?” He coaxed, not trying to scare you away.
His eyes shimmered with hope, with a longing that was foreign to you. But the longer you looked at him, the less it made sense. You couldn’t focus. Something didn’t feel right.
If you were married, you tried to remember it, a ceremony or him whisking you away or him proposing. You hesitated. Maybe he did propose? The thought had slipped away from you the longer you thought about it, and you were getting frustrated.
“I don’t know.” You replied with a frown, shaking your head. You were getting frustrated.
“Hey, it’s okay.”
It was like he could read your mind.
This man, your husband, didn’t try to crowd into your space. He was patient, but you just wanted to be reassured. You wanted to be comforted, but you just couldn’t remember. You couldn’t remember anything.
Anguish crept into your veins. 
“I am so sorry.” You whispered, fighting back frustrated tears. You were trying to be reasonable. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to you or to him. “I want to remember.”
A momentary smile danced on his lips before he nodded, slow and understanding. He must have been trying his best too.
Your heart broke.
“It’s okay, baby. Just give it time,” he paused, offering a moment of peace. "C'mere," He ushered you in, and you gave in, letting him pull yourself into his lap. Your legs were straddling his torso, and he sat up, settling his back against the headboard.
He began to rub a hypnotic pattern into your back with his free hand.
His whispers of sweet nothings and honeyed promises stole you away from the harsh reality of what was happening.
You were hurt, and he was taking care of you. It was hard not to fall against him, your head resting along his shoulder.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” “I’ve got you.” “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
He didn’t stop until his ministrations were engraved in the dark crevices of your mind. He wasn’t going to let you go until you believed him.
You wanted to believe him.
He was lulling you back to him, never faltering. This stranger, this man, your husband, was ever diligent. But there was one question jumping to the forefront of your mind.
“What’s your name?” 
The man paused drawing patterns along your back.
He took a deep breath, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You couldn’t see his face but could hear the steady breaths above you.
“I’m Bucky,” He answered softly, tightening his arms around you with a gentle squeeze. Your mind was racing. You couldn’t remember a Bucky. “Well, James,” he corrected, “but only if you’re mad at me.”
You couldn’t help the broken laugh pulled from your chest. Bucky was trying to help, trying to calm you down.
And it was working. The sound of your laugh made him pull back in wonder. 
He would do anything to hear it again.
“Bucky,”
You tested the sound on your lips and tried it again when he hummed in response.
Another moment passed, a heaviness settled over the room, and you sank into his embrace.
“I’m scared.” You admitted, but you weren’t completely afraid. 
You were scared of the unknown, of not being able to remember. But you weren’t afraid of the man in front of you. 
“Is this real? Was there really an accident?”
He didn’t let you go but urged you to look up until your foreheads could touch. This time you didn’t pull away.
His cerulean stare was grounding in a way. It was a tether to reality.
“I’m afraid so, doll.”
His admission made your heart sink for a moment, but the care in his eyes made you glad you made it home.
That’s what this was, right? You were home. You were safe.
“I’m scared too,” He admitted, his eyes flickering from your own down to your lips. A flash of heat spread through your cheeks. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. For a moment there, I thought I lost you.”
Where you thought you would find anguish and pain, you were met with a different expression from Bucky. An unspoken desire had seized him. You were home, and you were safe. You were safe in his arms.
Even though you were unsure of what to do, you liked how important you felt. How needed you were. 
If Bucky was being brave, you could be brave too.
“Then help me,” You asked suddenly, your voice a gentle plea. “Help me remember.”
There was a moment where you both hung in suspense, the weight of your words sinking in.
This man was yours. And you were his. 
And then he was on you, crushing you in his hold. Bucky kissed you, his lips sweet and sanguine against your own, and you could have sworn that he was kissing you like a starved man. 
It felt like your first kiss.
To you, it felt brand new. You couldn’t remember its intensity, the scorching heat of his mouth, and you needed to pull back after a moment. 
It was needy; it was tender. His touches were searing hot, and you were burning up.
Bucky’s hand was on the back of your neck, pulling you close. His nose danced along your jaw, peppering deft kisses against your skin.
He was in control, and you didn’t question it for a moment.
You were unraveling in front of him, a choked sound coming from you as he nipped the soft skin of your neck and let his hands wander higher. They danced against your skin under the hem of your shirt, and you groaned at his grip.
His touch was addictive. You urged yourself closer, sinking you both down onto the mattress.
He shifted, rolling you onto your back without breaking contact. He was so intense and involved that you couldn’t help your light chuckle.
It only spurred him on. Bucky was there, holding you with newfound vigor. And now that he had you, he would never let go.
You couldn’t have planned for the ferocity of his movements or how Bucky looked down at you like you were keeping him tethered to the Earth. His careful smile soothed the burn of his stubble against your skin. With your legs entangled and chests pressed together, you felt needed. Bucky made you feel protected.
He was kissing your jaw and shoulders and the curve of your neck, and you couldn’t stop the way you keened towards him. You were reacting beautifully between deep breaths and lofty sounds of pleasure. 
Bucky was playing you like you were made of strings.
And then he rocked, letting his hips snap forward once. His tented arousal brushed up the curve of your thigh, and you shuddered at the contact. 
A low grumble reverberated from his chest. He had been patient, so painfully patient.
“I couldn’t tell you how long I’ve waited for you.” The rasp in his voice was your undoing. He was sincere and vulnerable. Your heart ached. "To be here, to be home." He continued.
How long had you tortured him?
How long did he need you, but you weren’t there? How much time did the accident take away from you two? Slowly, confidence was building in the crevices in your heart. 
“Bucky, come here.” You gently exhaled, tugging him back up to you. 
One slow, firm stare secured the way you felt. The fear dissipated. You were his wife, and he was your anchor in the storm. You took the lead, kissing him with a reverence you’d never experienced. He followed your lead blindly, his expression in awe at every voluntary move you made toward him.
“Honey, I’m sorry I can’t remember,” You pleaded, but your whisper was lost as he ground his body into your own. He wanted to be close, as close as he had ever been.
“Oh baby, it’s okay," Bucky assured quickly, pulling you in for another sweeping kiss. "It’s not your fault.” 
You closed your eyes for the briefest of moments. He was doting on you. The least you could do was return the favor. With that spark of confidence, you smiled against his lips and snaked your hand down between you two. His hand slowly descended from his shoulder, down his chest, and at last, around the curve of his hip. 
His skin was hot and smooth and harrowing. How did you get so lucky?
You dared to explore further, cupping the crook of his body. It was lofty, over the fabric of his boxers, and the friction urged a breathless groan from Bucky. You teased him with a curiosity that excited you, tugging and groping him through the fabric until he was dizzy.
And then you finally pulled him free of his confines through the slit in the front of the boxers. You didn’t even bother to pull them down. With long, intentional strokes of your hand, you let him pull you into another hungry kiss.
Your hand was gentle but firm, and a smooth gleam of excitement slicked his slit. It was sensitive, and you slowly stoked there, only there, making him push you further into the mattress. He moaned into the pillow at the crook of your neck.
With a renewed vigor, you pulled your other hand down, pumping at his shaft and caressing him with care. Bucky was actually shaking, and before too long, he was thrusting up into your hands.
He was putty.
He couldn’t wait to have you. Bucky pulled up to his elbows, hovering over you with a heated gaze. His eyes were dark, and his skin was flushed, and he took one of his hands over yours, stopping your ministrations.
With a wordless command, you listened, letting your hands fall aside to his thighs. His hand danced along your skin, along the outline of your sleep shorts, before adventuring forward. Deft fingers moved on their own accord up and past the barrier of your panties. You were sticking to the cotton. You were more than ready for him.
The shorts were loose, and just as you had done, he teased your skin, his fingers grazing your weeping cunt and up to your sensitive clit. You didn’t know how long you had been holding your breath, but a sharp exhale was pulled from you when he slipped a finger, no, two, inside.
You were so tight and full of need, clenching down on him. Bucky’s stomach burned with desire. You did not doubt that he would break and put you back together again.
You rolled your hips this time, earning warm praise from Buck. His fingers persisted, his thumb drawing hasty circles around your clit.
“That’s it, baby.”
His eyes were locked on you. Your own eyes were dark and hooded, and your lips were bruised in the best way. You were all his.
The teasing didn’t last for very long.
Using his knee, he parted your legs further apart. Bucky made space to stay nested there, between your legs. And he only broke eye contact once, to take a moment to pull your shorts and panties down in a smooth movement.
He wanted to see you wet and glistening. It was all for him, and he drank it in.
He didn’t even bother to take off his boxers when he finally replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock. He needed you so badly.
And then, finally, with a slow drag, you watched each other with new eyes.
It was as if it were for the first time. You appreciated him. 
You needed him.
Bucky was treasuring you like he was meant to be there, and he didn’t stop. You were stretched around him, holding your breath at the burning stretch, taking every part of him an inch at a time. And when he finally bottomed out, you both let out a ferocious moan.
But the desire was a cruel beast. She needed more.
With slow, short thrusts, Bucky made his way back into you, and you had never felt so needy. Your hands pulled around his back, digging into the skin. You needed him close.
Bucky needed you close too. He needed to be careful. Otherwise, he would fall apart faster than he wanted to.
He tried to focus on your hot breaths against his own and the sweet noises you made, but the feeling of you was overwhelming. He had waited so long for this.
You hardly noticed the slow burning in your belly until his thrusts were longer, more drawn out. You were sopping; the lewd noises of skin slapping against the skin were almost too much. He gave you every inch, and you took him in so graciously. You wanted to cry. It felt so good.
Minutes melted together.
It was slow and lazy, and the heat in your stomach reached a peak when he lifted your legs, the angle making you succumb to your dark desires. You flushed a sharp moan into his shoulder before looking up at him. Bucky was a man bewitched.
“Oh baby, was that all for me?” He praised. “You’re so good to me.”
Bucky couldn’t take it, and his low and steady thrusts turned fast and needy. The chase was on.
He hooked your leg around him and kept you buried into the mattress until his release hit his peak, and at the last moment, he pulled out, letting him spill along your thighs up to your navel.
He had time. There would be time to fill you up another night. But for tonight, this was enough.
You cleaned up quickly with your discarded shorts before pulling him back down to you. You were content. Tomorrow was a new day; even if you couldn’t remember, you were home. You must have been home. You were exactly where you wanted to be.
But after a moment of admiration, a curious idea came to mind.
“Bucky?” 
You turned with a whisper, eyes sweeping against his blue ones. His small hmm made you grin. 
“What if,” Your confidence was waning. “Oh, never mind. It’s not important.”
But he wasn’t going to be deterred so easily.
“What is it, doll?”
Embarrassment crawled up your skin. “What if we renewed our vows?” He sat up, looking down at you through heavy, darkened eyelashes.
“I mean,” you quickly continued. “I mean if I can’t remember it. If it doesn’t come back to me.”
You swore you had never seen such fervent love in all your life. He blossomed before you, his eyes shining with a fire you’d never seen. Because for Bucky, that would make it real. It would mean you were his. He didn’t deserve you.
“Of course, honey.” His words were firm, resolute. “We could go as soon as tomorrow.”
A light chuckle overtook you. You couldn’t have known you were mistaking Bucky's urgency for excitement. 
But for Bucky, he wouldn't let you slip through his fingers again.
"I'll cancel my plans," He grinned. "We'll go down to the courthouse. I'll buy you a bouquet. We can stay in bed all afternoon."
The affection in his gaze was alarming, and you sat up with a gentle expression. His eyes were dark, filled with longing and lust, and you bit your lip. His hand was trailing along your thigh with unspoken promises.
"Tomorrow, then." You agreed at last. “It’s a date.” 
When Bucky pulled you into a corrupting kiss, you knew you were too far gone to say no. He was going to help you remember. 
He was going to help you remember the life he wanted for you, the life he wanted with you, and this time nothing was going to get in his way.
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nascenticity · 7 months
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tbh by getting the location of the front lines in 1943 wrong (how, you can literally find this information in 30 seconds via google/wikipedia), catfa missed a great opportunity to give us a montage of the howling commandos bonding as they take a week-long roadtrip thru Nazi-occuppied northern italy
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cillianhead · 6 months
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Hey all! I'm sorta new to tumblr... I mean I've been reading fan fiction for like... forever on here but I've really been tempted to start writing stuff myself even if no one sees it.
I used to write stuff on wattpad and was pretty popular there but that was quite a while ago lol. Anyway... sorry this is so awkward.
I mainly write for fem and gender neutral readers :-) but am also willing to write for male readers too!!
Here are some of my interests and people I'd love to write about:
Cillian Murphy (characters: Jonathan Crane, Neil Lewis, Thomas Shelby, Kitten Braden, etc (pretty much any Cillian Murphy character bc we <3 him))
MCU characters (specifically: Bucky Barnes, Loki, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, etc) Any marvel characters!
Pedro Pascal <3 (Any of his characters)
Harry Styles
Any sort of DILFy figures to be honest or any characters! I'm open to requests for anything :-)
I don't know if this selection of things is sorta too random. I really love writing and it would be cool for people to read my stuff! It's cool even if they don't but we'll see... just gotta come up... with some ideas first or something maybe?
Open to requests <3
Okay! Bye... I'll make another post... saying a bit more about myself so then maybe people will feel more comfy reading my stuff? Okay byeeee...
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violets-library · 2 years
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MCU Fics: Modern!AU
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★ BUCKY BARNES
Once Upon a Dream by @abovethesmokestacks
[veteran!bucky x roommate!reader; drabble] “I had this dream where you kissed me, and I kind of want to try it now.”
It’s Not the Same by abovethesmokestacks
[bestfriend!bucky; unrequited love; angsty; drabble] “How come I always end up calling you when I can’t fall asleep?”
Free Falling & Tolstoy by @sweetascanbee
[modern!au: librarian!bucky x librarian!reader; enemies to lovers; drabbles] 1. The last person you want to see you fall off of your ladder, let alone catch you, is Bucky Barnes.* 2. your fellow librarian continues to get on your nerves, but which ones?*
After Words by @justsomebucky
[bookshop!au: journalist!reader x veteran!bucky]  Reader finds a book with some handwritten notes inside and sets out to find the person responsible.
Citrus, Miniature Sun by @babycap
Steve’s getting married, and as much as it thrills you that one-third of your 'to the end of the line’ trio is getting hitched, it also fills you with dread at the prospect of your ex-fiance also being on the guest list. Luckily for you, the other third of your trio (who you are most certainly, absolutely not in love with) has a plan. A childhood friends-to-lovers, fake dating AU fic.
The Sound Of Me Not Calling by @loving-bucky-is-easier
[bartender!bucky x plus size!reader] On the house,” Bucky promised with a soft smile when you met his eyes. “You okay, gorgeous?” You managed a grin. “‘Course. I got you giving me free drinks.”
The Lengths I’d Go To by @real-jane
[detective!bucky & detective!reader] Detective Barnes and his partner are the star team at precinct 75. One threat could tear it all apart.
Bribe the Super by real-jane
[firefighter!bucky/neighbor!bucky x neighbor!reader/rogers!reader] You have a very hot neighbor. He happens to think the same of you.
Delicate Edges by @wkemeup
[biker!au: biker!bucky x florist!reader; series: complete] Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You’re trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe.
Flour Girl by @avengerofyourheart
[Bakery!au: baker!bucky x baker!reader; enemies to lovers; series: complete] Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? (Inspired by “You’ve Got Mail”)
Trick Question by @nacho-bucky
[doctor!reader x paramedic!bucky; series: complete] It’s a weekly battle of wills for Bucky and the Reader, as they navigate the stunning pressure that is pub trivia. Can these obdurate opponents find any middle-ground?
For the Love of the Game by @pellucid-constellations
[college!AU & baseball!AU; series: complete] Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.
Undisclosed by pellucid-constellations
[lumberjack!au: lumberjack!bucky x librarian!reader; series: complete] Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either.
No Such Thing by @sanguineterrain
[college!au: football player!bucky x journalist!reader; enemies to lovers; series: complete] You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.
✪ STEVE ROGERS
art student!ta!steve rogers x photographer!reader by @imaginearyparties
[college!au] Art School TA!Steve posing for Student!Reader's photography project.
Beautifully Unfinished by @kayteewritessteve
[series: complete] One foolish outburst, one moment of weakness at the worst possible time, and everything goes up in smoke. Who knew finally voicing your true, deep-rooted feelings, would lead to the complete destruction of your most cherished friendship?(Ignore the hatred for Fight Club)
More Than Words by @motsdeuxdejanie
[writer!steve x librarian!reader; series: under revision] Steve has put his writing career on hold and moved to the small town of Westview in order to escape the memories of a love lost. He unexpectedly finds a kindred spirit in the local librarian, who has been through a tragic loss of her own.
❅ LOKI LAUFEYSON
In the Woods Somewhere by @kashimos-hajime
[modern!au; angst] inspired by 'In the Woods Somewhere' by Hozier with some small mentions of 'Almost (Sweet Music)' as well.
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winterspiderpurrs · 1 year
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Sometimes Peter likes to get all dolled up and go out dancing but crime doesn't sleep so maybe he ends up preventing a mugging. Cops get called. After interviews and he is pretty sure some of the cops are laughing about him.
Then rolls up Detective(s) Steve and or Bucky.
Peter and his Aunt live next door. When Peter turned 18 he finally got access to his families estate and bought him and May a nice modest fixer upper Brownstone. Steve and or Bucky have even come over and helped with demoing the walls and helping remove the cabinets in the kitchen as they remodel.
Once he/they notice Peter they stare for a moment before approaching. They weren't used to seeing Peter in tight fashionable clothing. And that mascara definitely makes his long lashes more noticeable and make his Bambi eyes stand out more. The glitter on his collarbone and highlights on his cheeks. They were so used to seeing him in baggy nerdy t-shirt or under many layers. Covered in grease stains, dirt, dust and covered in ink.
Peter is embarrassed that they see him but also relieved cause he finally feels safe with them there.
Def ends up being escorted home. And maybe they start coming around more and or inviting Peter out on dates.
Could be one pairing or another. Maybe a thruple situation. Could even be abo.
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thorfics · 2 months
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City Heat on AO3
Rated M. Noir AU told from Detective Bucky's POV.
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accihoe · 5 months
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Even At Your Darkest Hour
Pairing: detective!Bucky x fem!reader
Summary: She promised she'd always be there for him. But in a dark space mentally, Bucky shied away from her, wishing to not burdern her with his problems.
Warnings: It's detective Bucky, so most definitely will not be for sensitive readers. Mentions of kidnapping (not Y/N I hate that kind of content 🤢), but nobody actually gets kidnapped. Slight hints towards mature themes. Kiddos stray to my appropriate works. No smut.
Genre: Angst to fluff.
A/U: 50s
A/N: Same as always. My work is mine. Please give me credit for my work should you post it elsewhere or use my ideas. God bless. :))
xxxx
Never in her life did Y/N imagine being the wife of New York's best detective, James Barnes. She never imagined a life of luxury for digging up other people's secrets.
James deems her a great help. She's spectacular at picking up detail at first glance and has got a brilliant memory. Not to mention, she's a trophy of a wife. Always prim and proper. She knows her place but does not allow people to walk over her. Brilliant in all aspects of being a wife. Ideal partner to accompany him to every event, work related or not. But the public can't uncover James's secret, that him and his wife are married for beneficial reasons.
On a particular Tuesday evening, James received a case that wrenched his guts, which made him nauseous and in cold sweat. A case of a threatening kidnapper. That same guy who was around when James was a kid. The man who nearly took him and his sister when they were playing in the park.
Suddenly, he was a little boy again, trembling with fear. He stayed in the confines of his office until early morning hours. When he arrives at home, he makes an effort not to wake up his wife. But to his surprise, she's awake when he enters their shared bedroom. "I'm sorry I'm late. An urgent case got delivered as I was locking up." He whispered.
His wife turns to him with a small smile. "Don't apologize. Would you like me to warm some dinner?" She asks as she gets up and makes her way to him. He shakes his head. "Come here." She whispers. He makes his way to her mindlessly. She wraps herself around him, hands sliding off his coat. "Honey.. I-I.. not tonight? Okay? I'm sorry." James stutters.
"I know darling. I'm just helping you out of your clothes." His wife assures as she steps back to undo his bowtie and shirt. "Should I run you a bath?" His wife asks as she hangs his coat and bowtie on a coathanger and tosses his shirt into the laundry basket. "If you don't mind, no, thank you." James's voice is uneasy.
Y/N hangs up his trousers and hands him his pajamas. Once he's dressed, she takes him by the hands as they stand before their balcony. "What's on your mind?" "Nothing that should worry you too, darling.". "Please tell me." She sighs, cupping his neck with her hand. "I will, but not tonight. Tonight I just want to hold you." James says. "Alright." She agrees with a small smile.
The next morning (a couple of hours later), when James awakes, panic settles in his chest when he can't find his wife. Thankfully, he is able to hear her movements downstairs. With his gown on, he makes his way downstairs. "Good morning, sugar." He smiles at her. "Hi honey." She smiles, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Why are you up so early?" He asks.
"It's not early, love. It's well past ten." She hums. "Shucks. I needa get to the office." James scrambles back upstairs and has a quick bath before rushing downstairs, half dressed. His wife chuckles, amused. "Let me help you." She does his tie for him and buttons his shirt, combining his hair into place. "You're a darl." James sighs as he kisses her. She hands him lunch before he runs off to the office.
Later in the day, as James is looking through evidence and hints, a knock on his door makes his skeleton just about jump out of his skin. He reaches for the pistol in his drawer as he calls for the person to come in. "James. It's been a while." Brock, an old school friend, steps in. James closes the drawer without Brock noticing.
"May I help you, Rumlow?" James asks. "Not going to greet an old friend?" Brock snickers as he sits down across from James, who closes his brown leather file. "Oh, you needn't worry about me seeing that confidential information. I already know everything. That's why I'm here." Brock says. James stays silent.
"I want to strike a deal." Brock says as he leans back in the chair. "And what might that be?" James asks lowly. "I'll trade you information. For that pretty wife of yours." Brock leans forward. "You're ridiculous. Get out." James scoffs. "Come on, Barnes. I know she's a token more than love." Brock laughs. James's face hardens.
"Get. Out. She is my wife, and I will not trade her for information that I am very likely to find out on my own." James hisses. "Not even for the sake of Becca and little George's safety?" Brock teases in a baby-like voice. "Get out!" James warns for a final time, grabbing a knife from his belt and holding it at Brock's throat.
"Alright, alright." Brock gets up with raised hands. "I warned ya, pal." Brock says as he closes the door. With a heaving chest, Bucky sits back down, shakily sliding the knife back into his belt garter. Another knock sounds at the door, "James? Honey?". He calls her in. "Hey, I saw Brock on my way here." She says innocently, going up to his desk.
"Darling, are you alright? You're awfully pale." She worries, laying a hand against his forehead and then his cheek. "Yeah. I'm fine." He croaks. "I brought you a treat." She changes the subject as she sits down on his desk. "Y/N, did you tell anyone that our marriage was for beneficial reasons?" He rushes out. "What? Buck, of course not." She says, taking a tin out of her bag. "Why do you ask?" She asks as he stays silent. "Rumlow knows about it." Bucky says.
A shiver crawls up Y/N's spine. "Oh.. I don't know where he could have heard it from." She whispers. "Now, what's that treat?" James smiles. She lays the tin on his lap. Bucky opens it, and a grin spreads across his face. Y/N smiles at the sight, cupping his jaw. "Kiss first. As a sign of gratitude." She smiles. "Oh honey, I'm very grateful. But I'd never say no to a kiss." James grins up at his wife.
As they lean to kiss a knock interrupts them. James groans before sitting back and allowing the person to enter. Y/N clears her throat and hops off the desk. "Barnes. Mrs Barnes." Sam smiles with a nod. "Hi Sam." Y/N greets back with a friendly wave. "Can I help you, Wilson?" Bucky clears his throat.
"Look, I got some more info for you. But at a price. Zemo wants us to meet up with him at the Williamsburg Bridge." Sam says. Y/N and James give each other an uneasy look. "I know it sounds suspicious, but he sounded quite sincere. And he's never personally wronged us." Sam argues. "Alright, fine. When?" James sighs. "James!?" Y/N whisper shouts.
After Sam gives Bucky the information he leaves. "I must get going." Y/N says, getting up. "What? Why?" Bucky sounds defeated. "I only came to drop the brownies off." Y/N says. "Well what else could you have on your plate? It's not like you're busy." James asks. Y/N gives him a stern look.
"I'm sorry sugar I'm just stressed." He sighs. "It'd help if you talk." She offers gently. "Not yet, sweetheart. I'll tell you when the time's right." James says. "Alright. I'll be there when you need me. But before I go," Y/N goes up to her husband. She kisses his cheekbone ghostly, and leaves. Leaving James hot, happy, and excited. Until he opens the file again.
Two days later, when the meeting with Zemo is scheduled, James and Sam hire a car together. They drive to the location and wait underneath the bridge at the water as instructed. Zemo arrives shortly after. "Gentlemen." Zemo greets. They turn around. "What do you have for us?" Sam asks. "Lots. But I want something in return." Zemo says as he lights a cigar. "And what would that be?" James steps closer to him.
"I want you to tell me about the Vietnam war. Give me all the Intel you have." Zemo says, looking at the water. "You're insane." Sam shakes his head. "That, or your shanghaier gets his way." Zemo says. "He sends kids to become crimps?" James asks. "Yes. And I hear he's got his eyes set on a particular eight-year-old by the name of George James Barnes." Zemo turns to James and Sam. Bucky's blood runs cold and he feels nauseous.
"What will you do with the information should I give it to you?" Bucky asks. "Barnes!" Sam doesn't believe what he's hearing. Bucky simply raises his gloved hand to silence Sam. "The same as you. Protect my family." Zemo answers. As James ponders on telling him, sympathizing with the man, he hears someone. He reaches for his gun and shoots in the direction without warning.
A shootout starts instantly. Out from the dark emerges Brock Rumlow and a few other men. The men shoot at each other until all their bullets are out. They then resolve to fists. A few get dumped into the water, Sam being one of them. James goes to help Sam when Brock comes at him from behind. He pushes James onto the floor, scraping his cheek. He turns him over to land blows at him.
James manages to throw Rumlow off, spraining his wrist in the process. Once Brock lands in the cold water he orders his men to surrender. They swim out and run away. Zemo is gone too. Sam helps James up "You alright man?" Sam asks. James nods. "You?" He asks. Sam nods. When he's back home Bucky is quiet upon entering. As he half expected, his wife is not asleep. "Darling what happened to you?" She worries as she rushes to his side.
She gasps, seeing the gash on his cheek, the very same one she had kissed earlier that day. "I'll go have a bath, and then we can sleep. Sound good?" He asks. "No you're hurt!" She worries, taking his hand. James pulls it back with a soft cry. "Sweetheart.. Did I hurt you?" She whispers. He shakes his head. "Rumlow pitched with a bunch of guys. Beat us up. Including Zemo." James says.
Y/N makes him sit down on the bed as she cleans his face and then wraps his wrist delicately. "Plum, I'm gonna need you to go stay with Becca and them for a few days. I'm gonna be out chasin' someone and I don't want you alone." Bucky lies. "Alright.. Promise you'll stay safe?" She asks. "Promise." He says. Y/N glances into his baby blues before pressing a kiss, and then another, and then another, to his temple.
After a few days, Y/N leaves to stay with Rebecca and her husband and their son. The little boy is thrilled to see his favourite aunt again. The family, along with Y/N, spends the week together, Y/N even has the honour of dropping George off and picking him up from school. They get ice cream without informing his parents.
"I'm going to the grocery store to make up for my stay here. Give me your list." Y/N tells Rebecca. "Oh, don't be silly, that's not necessary." Rebecca smiles, shaking her head. "I insist, Bex. Hand it over." Y/N treatens playfully. "You're the best." Rebecca sighs as she hands Y/N the sheet of paper.
Y/N leaves and shops for the needed items and buys all of them, including a few snacks for George. Once in the parking lot Y/N hears footsteps approach her. "Hi Y/N." A voice says. "Oh hi, Brock. How are you?" Y/N asks once she's turned around, obvious to him and James's rivalry. "I've been quite well. Yourself?" He says.
"Brilliant. I've been visiting my nephew." She says as she closes the trunk. "Ah yes. The one the shanghaier is after, right?" Brock sticks his hands into his pockets, talking casually. "I beg your pardon?" Y/N frowns deeply. "Oh? Did James not inform you? Apparently, a kidnapping chap is after kids to make crimps out of. And your nephew is one of the targets. That's why you're here, right?" He asks. "I.. no? I mean, I was here visiting him. Is there something I should know about?" Y/N was growing impatient.
"Oh boy. James's didn't inform you again?" Brock sighs as he rubs his face. "That's why he sent you here. In case the shanghai actually comes for George, then he can take you instead. Bucky struck a deal with him. He could take you instead of Ge-" a loud thud sounds as Brock falls to the ground.
Y/N instantly pulls her knife out of her bag. "Relax. I'm on Barnes's side." A German accent says. "Zemo?" She asks, putting her knife back. "In case you're wondering, he's speaking half the truth." Zemo says. "What's true and what's not?" She asks, crossing her arms. "Yes, the shanghai is after George." Zemo says. "And I'm here because the shanghaier should take me instead of George?" She asks. ".......Yes." Zemo answers reluctantly.
"But James did not strike a deal with the man saying that he could take you." Zemo says quickly. "Then why will he know to take me instead of George? Because he's looking for children specifically." She asks. Zemo clears his throat and looks at Brock. "I don't know..." He answers truthfully.
"How do I know I can trust you? You got my husband and his friend beat up." She purses her lips. "I did honestly not know Mr Rumlow would be coming. He has ways of knowing things, and nobody knows how. And you can trust me because your husband sent me. Rumlow's chick informed your husband." Zemo says.
"I don't know if I can trust you, Zemo." She sighs. "Alright. Well, how about I prove it to you?" He asks. "How?" She counters. He hands her a note with James's signature on. "You should've given me that from the start. Get in." She gets into her Buick Skylark. Zemo gets in on the passenger's side. "What must I do now? What did James request regarding George?" She asks, starting the car.
"He's requested that you stay there until this evening, then drive back at 9. The shanghai will follow you. James will follow the shanghai. Sam, Steve, and I as well, then we'll capture him." Zemo says, looking at the interior of the car. "Where is your car then?" She asks. "I'll be going in one vehicle with the rest." She drives Zemo to his drop-off point. "Tell James that if George's life and future were not on the line I would have divorced him this very day." And with that she drives off.
Later that evening, at nine sharp, Y/N leaves Rebecca's home. She drives casually, avoiding her usual turnoffs. She, instead, goes to the parking lot of the carnival (which is closed, but the parking lot is still open). She stays in her car, applying her red lipstick and fixing her scarf. A car pulls up.
She does not recognise the car. A masked man gets out, and she watches him walk to her car in her review mirror. She fears for a second that this is a plot to get her until Steve tackles the man. Sam and Zemo follow short, and then her husband appears with handcuffs. Unfortunately, more men jump out of the strange car.
Y/N contemplates reaching for her pistol but suppresses the urge as she hears someone approach her car. The masked man. She gasps, making sure that it's locked. "Please don't hurt my car..." she mutters as he holds out a panga stick. As he's about to break the back window, James pounces him. On instinct, Y/N jumps out of the car. A brief look around, and she sees that there are eight men against four.
"Get inside your car!" James yells at her. The panga stick slides to her feet, and she picks it up, threatening to behead the man holding her husband by the neck. The man calls out to his men, and they raise their hands in surrender. Bucky handcuffs all of them, and Zemo goes to call the police.
Y/N drops the panga and drives off to her and James's home. A couple of hours later, she hears the lock turn. She curls deeper into the sheets and closes her eyes, pretending to be asleep. James goes up the stairs quietly as always, yet this time he's shocked as he finds her with closed eyes.
He whispers a "Hi honey.", but she stays silent. James removes his clothes quietly, opting for a bath this time. After his bath, he's in bed with her in his pyjamas. A hiss escapes his lips as he leans too much weight on his wrist. With a sad frown, he realises that he's unable to hold his wife, so he turns onto his other side, back facing hers for the first time in their marriage.
The following morning, she's up before him as per usual. But she's not home. There's breakfast and lunch for him on the dining table alongside a note.
I'll be home around 3 pm. Take care of yourself, and don't go to the office today. Go easy on your mind and your wrist. You'll worry yourself sick.
- Y/N
He takes her advice, spending the day at home instead. For the first time in a while, he walks around their home, studying the place, admiring it. He sees now the effort his wife put into making it a home for them. The up to date styles, colours, and decorations. After getting dressed, he decides to make up their bed, ignoring the advice of resting his arm. It hurts, but he gets the job done. He even gets them a few groceries.
At 3, he's waiting at the door. She does not arrive. He waits a little longer before getting worried until he sees her car park in the street. He stands at the door with a smile and opens it for her. "Hi darlin'. Did ya have a good day?" His accent is thicker than usual. "Good afternoon, James. Yes, I did." She moves past him, hanging her coat up before going upstairs. Her husband follows suit.
"I was thinking I could make dinner tonight." He says. "Very well. I'll be out then." She says. James takes playful offense, "Hey, my cooking isn't that bad.". "No, I will be out regardless of who's cooking." She says. "What? Where?" He asks. "I will be in Massachusetts." She states. "What?! Why?" Bucky is puzzled. "Business." Is all she says.
"But darling, it's a four hour drive. When will you leave? I don't like the idea of you driving at night." He attempts. "I'm leaving now. I've already packed. Besides, you didn't seem to mind me driving last night." She answers, finally looking at him. Bucky's face drops. "Dollface.." He whispers. "No, James." She shakes her head.
"How could you? You risked my life, no. Had me risk my life without even informing me!? What if I died? What would you have done then, huh? What would you tell my mother? James, you can't just put my life on the line without my knowledge and then waltz in like nothing happened." She says with her hands on her hips.
"Sugar, I wasn't thinking clearly. I'm sorry. It's.. I can't - It's this case. It had me on a chokehold." He says. "I understand, James. I am willing to fight for Georgie, too." She says. "It's not just that..." He sighs as he casts his gaze at the floor. "Then what is it? I am listening if you are willing to tell me what's been bugging you." She says. James shakes his head "I'm sorry, not yet.".
She sighs quietly, picking up her suitcase. "Alright then. When you are ready, tell me." She walks past him. "How long will you be gone?" He turns around, following her. "I'm not sure. It could range from a few days to a week." She answers. "Is.. is it someone else?" He bites the bullet. "James! No. Of course not. This might be an arrangement to you, but it's a marriage to me." And with that, she leaves.
After three days, James thinks he's losing his mind. There are no new cases to work on in big old New York. His wife is somewhere in Massachusetts. His friends are all busy. Rebecca has gone on a camping weekend with her husband and son. His parents are busy. Y/N's parents are busy. He thinks he's about to pop a vein in his head from boredom when the front door unlocks.
In comes Y/N. "Sugar!" He jumps up, taking her suitcase from her. "Hi, Jamie." She smiles. "Be a darling and take that upstairs for me? My folks are on their way." She says. He nods and takes her suitcase up before helping her downstairs. "Did you have a good time?" He asks. "Splendid. I'll inform you after dinner. They're staying for a few days. I hope you don't mind." She answers.
After dinner with the parents, the two couples part ways. James walks into their shared bedroom, undoing his tie. "Care to join me?" Y/N nods towards the bath. "I'd never reject the offer, although I must do something first." He says. When he returns, she's dressed and in bed. "You took too long." She says. James chuckles.
He sits at the side of their bed, putting an expensive looking box into her hands. "This does not make up for what I did or justify it in any sense, but I wanted to give this to you. I didn't buy it recently, I've been waiting for the right moment." He says. "Darling," She gasps as she opens the box, looking at the shimmering bracelet. "You didn’t need to do this." She gasps as she hugs him.
"Thank you." She kisses his ear as she pulls away. "Could you help me put it on?" She asks. He nods with a grin. He attempts to clasp it around her wrist, but his own aches too much, resulting in him releasing a pained "ah". Y/N takes the bracelet, putting it into its box before taking his wrist with gentle hands.
She rolls his sleeve up, eyes widening at the swollen and bruised limb. "Sugar, why didn't you take it easy, huh? Your wrist wasn't this bad when I left." She hums, feeling around gently for any further damage. "Get into bed. I'll show you my gratitude for the bracelet." She says. James's chesks crimson.
She gets Johnson's baby oil and applies it to her hands, rubbing it warm before applying it to his wrist. She warms up the muscles, preparing them for a deeper massage. Bit by bit, she applies deeper pressure, being more gentle around his wrist. She ensures to massage both sides of his arm the same and ends off with linguid strokes towards his elbow.
She wipes her hands clean with a towel, wrapping another around her husband's arm for compression. She ensures he's lying down comfortably before supporting his wrist with their softest pillow underneath it. "You're not mad anymore?" He whispers. She lays on her side, fingers brushing over his forehead. "I'm still a little hurt, but that bracelet is really nice." She smiles.
"I'm still so sorry. I shouldn't have ever done that. And, by the way, our marriage ain't an arrangement to me either. It's a marriage marriage to me." He says, eyes glossy. Y/N gives him a smile in return, kissing his soft lips. "I forgive you." She says.
The lights from outside eluminates the room. Y/N admires her husband, whose eyes are drooping, fatigue slowly consuming his body. "Let me hold you for once." Y/N whispers, shifting to her husband. A quiet giggle escapes her lips as her husband's eyes open swiftly. "What's that honey?" He asks, watching her pull the covers higher over them.
"I said let me hold you for once." She says, wrapping her arms around his neck and torso. James rests his healthy hand over hers, and she intertwines their fingers, kissing his bruised knuckles. He falls asleep within a few moments. Y/N takes this opportunity to trace his delicate features with her fingertips. Tucking hair behind his ears, smoothing his brows with her thumb, gently cupping his bruised cheek in her palm.
Her heart ached for the poor soldiers in the ongoing war, and the one that happened a little over a decade ago.
She wonders what is plaguing her husband's thoughts. Wondering when he'll share that information, if even at this point.
xxxx
Fin. Hope you like it.
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Conflict of Interest
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Pairing: Detective!Bucky Barnes x Lawyer!Reader
Summary: After the many failed dates Natasha set you up on, you decide to give up on the dating scene all together. That is until Bucky makes it his mission to change your mind, but will he be enough to change it?
Word Count: 2.9k
Warning(s): angst + fluff / mentions of homicide and case details / cheating (from side character) / drinking / failed dates / heartbreak
a/n: In Five Years Part 2 is taking me longer than expected to write, so here’s a small fic in the meantime! My finals are in two weeks and I can’t wait to get them done and over with to finally have more free time to write! Thank you for reading! ❤️
➵ Prequel Drabble // ➵ Part II 
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     “ No more, Nat. I can’t go on another date,” you shut down Natahsa’s latest offer, taking a sip of the freshly brewed coffee she made. She rolled her eyes, sitting next to you on the leather couch in your joint office.“ Y/n, you’re seriously going to turn down another guy? I haven’t even told you anything about him yet,” she egged the idea on. You shook your head, handing her the latest case you were assigned to prosecute. “ Can we please just focus on this case? The trial is in a few weeks and we need to be prepared,” you refused to entertain this conversation any longer. 
     “ I just think you’ll really like th-“
     “ No.”
     “ But this guy is really cute and a doctor an-“
     You gave her a stern look,” No, I’ve decided to stop dating all together. They never end well and at this point emotionally, I can’t handle it.” You stood up to grab one of your law books. You needed to brush up on the precedents for previous crimes of passion in New York. Natasha sighed, glancing over the first file,” Your dates haven’t been that bad.” 
     “ The last guy introduced me to his mother on the first date.”
     “ Okay, that’s. . .kind of sweet?”
     “ It was through FaceTime, and at that point we only knew each other for ten minutes.” 
     In true best friend fashion, she laughed at that,” Okay. Okay. I get it. I’ll leave you alone. By the way, have you seen these evidence photos? She really did a number on him.” Natasha finally focused on the case at hand—you were grateful for that.
     You sat at her side again, looking at the photographs in her hand. They were gruesome, but nothing you weren’t used to. “ Yeah, Bucky said Sam was barely able to get a cohesive confession with all her sobbing. She only kept repeating how much she loved him.” Natasha raised her eyebrows at that, scoffing,” Loved him enough to run him over three times.” You took out a copy of the defense’s file,” She caught him cheating with her younger sister. Now she’s pleading the insanity defense. Let’s start by getting Banner to give her a psych eval.” Natasha was on it as soon as you said it. 
     For over two weeks, the two of you worked day and night, building your prosecution case. The trial was one week away when you two received a much needed visit.
     “ You girls look busy,” Sam’s voice caught both of your attention. He was at the door with Bucky, the sight of them brought a smile to your face. “ You here to help, boys?” Natasha eyed the takeout bags in their hands, and you were suddenly aware of the empty pit in your stomach.
     Bucky lifted the bags in the air,” Yeah, and we brought lunch.” You and Natasha shared a smug look,” Okay, but first admit you guys actually came because you missed us,” you teased. There was a glint in Bucky’s eyes as he chuckled,” You got us, doll.”
     The four of you prepped for the remaining week and won the trial by a landslide. Banner was a huge help in debunking the insanity defense, but it was you and Bucky that managed to figure out how to get the defendant to slip up. It was hard to think of a time before the four of you met. Bucky and Sam were great detectives and when you and Natasha became the assigned prosecutors for their cases—the four of you became unstoppable. There was something about the dynamic within your team that made communication and ideas flow easily. 
     After a successful trial, everyone on the case would usually meet up at a local bar to share some celebratory drinks. You would’ve done so this time, if it weren’t for Natasha bringing up the dating thing again. 
     “ Nat, I thought we agreed to leave me alone on this.”
     “ I did, until the trial was over.”
     “ You never said that.”
     “ I did. In my head.”
     She muttered the last part under her breath, but you managed to catch what she said. Your mood was elevated after your win, so this conversation was more amusing than bothersome. “ Nat, today I just want to go to the bar and drink some margaritas with my best friend and my favorite boys. No mentions of my non-existent love life, please. For now, I’m giving up on that,” your tone was definite. 
     “ Give up on what?” Bucky walked into the office, looking at you for an answer. You had forgotten he was giving the two of you a ride to the bar. You glanced at Natasha, pleading with your eyes for her not to say anything. The devious look on her face told you she was going to do otherwise. 
     “ Y/n, gave up on dating,” Natasha explained, grabbing her coat from her desk chair. You did the same, hoping to rush out of the office and out of this conversion. Bucky turned to you, a frown overtaking his features,” What’s wrong with dating?” Your face scrunched up at a memory you had been repressing,” Bucky, have you ever been on a date where the other person told you upfront that they had a fiance and were just going on a date with you to see if you could change their mind?” His silence spoke volumes. 
     “ See? Sam and Steve are going to be waiting for us. We should go now,” you grabbed your purse before exiting the office. Bucky and Natahsa followed you immediately after. “ Wait, so when’s the last time you went on a good date?” Bucky continued to inquire. You really didn’t want to talk about your love life—especially not with Bucky. 
     “  Can’t remember.” you cut your reply short, heading over to Bucky’s silver Honda Civic. “ How about. . . I take you on a date? A great one, I promise.” Bucky’s offer froze you to your spot. You stared at him, wondering if he was being serious. A year ago this would have delighted you. When you first started working together you developed feelings for him, but over time you were able to get over your little crush. Now everything was professional between the two of you.
     “ Bucky, thank you for the offer, but-” Bucky interrupted you before you could continue,” Come on, doll. Just one date. I’ll keep it friendly,” there was a hopeful look in his eyes. There was a clear conflict of interest as coworkers if you said yes. If you said no, then things could go back to the way they were. You would, however, never get to see what Bucky was like on a first date. Something you found yourself intrigued to find out. 
     “ Can I think about it?” You didn’t reject him straight away and that was enough for him. “ Sure, doll. You have my number,” he winked at you, getting into the driver’s seat. Natasha let out a quiet laugh, a smirk on her face. For a second there you forgot she was here. You knew she would find a way to convince you to go. 
     Which she did, after a few drinks in your system.  
     It was easier than either of you expected. It seemed deep down maybe a part of you wanted to go on a date with Bucky. You were apprehensive at first, but at the bar you started to look at him differently. The idea of what it was like to date him kept running through your head which made your eyes linger on him more often than usual. You noticed things you hadn’t before like the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way his lips glistened after every swig of his beer. Sam even caught on and made jokes about you checking him out. Bucky couldn’t contain his amusement, clearly enjoying your reaction. 
     You texted him that same night, agreeing to go on a friendly date with him. There was nothing wrong with that, right? Just two coworkers hanging out, by themselves, after work hours. 
     Perfectly normal.
     There was a part of you that wasn’t so sure this was a good idea. Bucky was your friend and spending the afternoon with him sounded like a good time, but what if something more than friends happens? What will you do then? You weren’t sure if you were ready for anything to change. You liked how things were now. It’s the reason why a year ago you made sure to grab those feelings you had for him and bury them deep inside, under lock and key. Things were better off like that.
     He picked you up that same week on Saturday, pleasantly surprising you with a trip to a seasonal fair. A place you hadn’t been to since you were a child. The twinkling lights on the rides looked almost magical in the cloudy sky.
     “ I haven’t been to a place like this in ages,” a nostalgic feeling setting within you, as you smelled the sweet scent of sugary dough in the air. Bucky walked over to you,” Yeah, I remember you mentioning to Nat the flier you saw for this place, and thankfully we caught it in its last weekend,” he admitted, placing his hand in yours, hesitantly, as if waiting to see if you’d remove it. You didn’t and instead pulled him towards the entrance,” You picked the perfect place, Bucky. Now, let’s go see what smells so good!” He laughed at your enthusiasm. 
     To say you had the best time of your life was an understatement. Your stomach was sore from laughing all afternoon, and your hand had found a home in his. He never let go of it, not once, as you navigated the crowds of the fair. You went on a couple of rides, nothing too extreme, as your stomachs couldn't handle it after trying almost all of the food available at the fair. You navigated the funhouse together, fed a few animals at the petting zoo, and got competitive at the fair games. He won you a large three foot teddy bear at the shooting range—something you’d treasure for a long time.
     The date was wonderful. 
     Bucky was wonderful.
     An anxious feeling found its way into your heart. You never realized how relieved you were that all your previous first dates went terribly wrong because now in this moment, after so long, you wished for another. You wanted a second date with Bucky and even a third or a fourth. Who knows how many. All you knew was that you had never enjoyed yourself so much. The only problem was, Bucky was your coworker and friend. To do anything more conflicted with those already established relationships. 
     You ended the night on the ferris wheel—the best spot to watch the fireworks in. You sat next to Bucky in the capsule, the teddybear he won for you sitting opposite of you both. The fireworks were meant to light up the night sky any minute now. 
     “ I had a dream about this, you know,” Bucky broke the silence, tracing circles into the palm of your hand. His eyes were sincere, searching for something in yours. “Oh, yeah? How’s reality?” You asked him, a soft smile overtaking your lips. “ Way better. Although, my dream ended really well,” he said in a playful tone. You found yourself staring at your intertwined hands,“ Oh? How did it end?” 
     He let go of your hand to use his to lift your chin up to look at him. Those eyes of his—since when had they’d been so pretty? You couldn't stop staring into them, noticing how they lingered on your mouth. You did the same, not brave enough to lean in first. He read you loud and clear and closed the space between the two of you, laying a passionate kiss on your lips. Through it, showing how much he yearned for it. It shocked you when you kissed back just as strongly. 
     The fireworks bursted all around you, covering the capsule in the most beautiful of colors. 
     Damn it, he found the key. He found the key to the box you buried with your feelings in it, unlocking it wide open. Maybe the box was never buried deep inside, but always lying there just beneath the surface waiting for someone to take hold of it—and he had. Bucky found the key and threw it far away, somewhere it could never be recovered and your feelings could no longer hide again. 
     That terrified you. 
     Even so, you couldn’t stop kissing him. One kiss, turned into three, then five, until you were borderline making out in the capsule. Your mind was screaming at your heart to stop this, but your heart didn’t listen. The heart wanted what the heart wanted and currently it wanted Bucky’s lips on yours. 
     However, your mind was louder. 
     This was Bucky. Your friend Bucky. The Bucky who worked on cases with you—who had mutual friends and coworkers with you. The one who would always volunteer to help you with paperwork after cases, the one you always bounced off ideas with, and rehearsed your opening statements with. If this were to ever become something, and then dissipate into nothing, things would never be the same.
     You tensed up, Bucky pulling away when you did. “ Doll, was it bad? Did I do something wrong?” You shook your head profusely,” No, Bucky, you did everything right. This has been the best date I’ve ever had. It was amazing and you’re amazing, but this. . .this can't happen,” you tried to make yourself clear, but your voice faltered towards the end. He looked wounded,” What? Why? Y/n, I have feelings for you and I can tell you have feelings for me too. The way you kissed me now-” you stopped him there,” Please forget about the kiss. Forget about this ever becoming something more. It can’t and it won’t.” He was baffled and could barely form any words,” Why? You just said this has been the best date you've ever been on. How can everything be going so wrong now?” He leaned against the capsule, shaking his head in disbelief. The sight of him made your heart ache. 
     You reached out to grab his hand as a comforting gesture, but he drew it away from you, your heart sinking. You knew you deserved that. “ Nat is my best friend, and you're best friends with Sam and Steve. This between us, if it ever goes wrong we pull everyone else in it. What we all have now would be irrevocably ruined. I can’t—we can’t risk that,” you were firm in your response, but your eyes betrayed you, a few tears slipping past. Bucky’s eyes glistened with his own,“ You said if it goes wrong. You don’t know if it will. This feels right. This feels like it could be the greatest thing to ever happen to us. If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you feel nothing for me I promise to leave you alone,” he sat up staring straight at you. A silence overtook the capsule, the only other sound being the fireworks around you. They were dying down, creating hues and shadows from time to time, making it harder to get a clear look at Bucky’s face. 
     You knew he was right. You knew the two of you could be great together, but that meant risking everything you had built in the last year. This date was so right, which proved that if this ever went wrong it would go really wrong. You couldn’t imagine not having Bucky in your life, so the safest thing to do was stay friends.  
     “ I’m sorry. I can’t. God, please don’t look at me like that,” you swallowed the lump in your throat. “ We’re not just friends and you know that. You're scared of this, I get it. I am too, but I’m willing to risk it all to be with you.” Bucky made his intentions clear. It was like he was handing you the key to his heart and he was begging you to take it.
     You didn’t.
     “ I’m not,” with that said, it's like you threw the key back at him. The ferris wheel came to a stop, neither of you moving to leave. Bucky was looking at you as if you were a stranger—maybe you were now. 
     The fair worker came over and opened the door to the capsule signaling for you to get out. You were the first to stand up to leave. 
     “ I’ll take you home.”
     “ No, I’ll take a cab. I need to be alone right now.” 
     “ Please, don’t go.” 
     His plea came out as a whisper and you knew you had to get as far away as possible from him before you said or did anything else you might regret. 
     “ Goodbye, Bucky. I’ll see you at work, Monday,” the lie slipped out of you effortlessly. You already made plans in your mind to call off of work sick on Monday. Maybe even Tuesday and Wednesday if you could. Hell, you’d take the whole week off. 
     Nevertheless, Bucky insisted on convincing you otherwise, following you with the teddy bear in hand. You weren’t the only ones leaving, so the crowd was dense and easy to get lost in. In less than a minute, however, he lost sight of you. His hand no longer in yours making sure that didn’t happen. 
     You maneuvered your way through the crowd easily, spotting a line of taxis up ahead. You rushed over to the nearest one, giving the cab driver your home address. Through the side-view mirror, you could swear you saw the faint figure of Bucky watching the cab drive away with you in it. 
     You felt as empty as the night sky was once the fireworks were gone. 
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toastedkiwi · 1 year
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I remember seeing this TikTok of these ladies volunteering to get drunk for police cadets to practice sobriety tests on. Detective!Bucky needed a refresher which all cops get one every year or so (idk if it’s true— this is fanfiction anyways). Reader is dragged along by some friends for it. She’s paired with him. She kept getting so flustered. She couldn’t speak or look at him. She had this big smile on her face too.
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andydrysdalerogers · 6 months
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The Type You Save ~ A Bucky Barnes Detective AU
I posted this story on Wattpad and I’m bringing this over here. I wrote the story with specific actors in mind for roles. I hope you will enjoy this one. I haven’t decided what day I’m posting the chapters. If you have a favorite day let me know!
TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation
I’ll be tagging my tag list at the bottom and it is open!
Preview is below the cut!
Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.
Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?
They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.
Chapters:
O N E
T W O
T H R E E
F O U R
F I V E
S I X
S E V E N
E I G H T
N I N E
T E N
E L E V E N
T W E L V E
T H I R T E E N
F O U R T E E N
F I F T E E N
S I X T E E N
S E V E N T E E N
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THE CAST
Anne Hathaway ~ Alexandra "Alex" Richards
"The Cat"
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Sebastian Stan ~ James "Bucky" Barnes
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Chris Evans ~ Steve Rogers
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Scarlet Johansson ~ Natasha Romanoff
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Anthony Mackie ~ Sam Wilson
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Jamie Doran ~ Christian Grey
"The Boss"
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Wyatt Russell ~ John Walker
"The Hand"
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Chace Crawford ~ Nate Archibald
"The Snake"
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Tag list
@patzammit @texmexdarling @slutforchrisjamalevans @amiquette @before-we-get-started @firephotogrl74 @tinkerbelle67 @bunnyforhim @alexakeyloveloki
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buckys-metal-arm · 6 months
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I have a bit of a crackpot theory here.
So y'know how in Winter Soldier it's said Zola's algorithm can detect anyone who is a threat to HYDRA or will be in the future?
Do you think he ever detected that Bucky would break the brainwashing and go rogue, thus putting his name on the kill list for the Hellicarriers or do you think he was disregarded as harmless because he was basically seen as a machine?
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