Time After Time (Part 11)

Emotional rollercoaster… but the end was so worth it 😢😢😍

Make ‘em Happy: Part 3

Fandom: Marvel (Single Parent AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a single dad with a 12 year old daughter, Stephanie. You and he have been dating for six months but things aren’t as happy as they seem.

Part 1 | Part 2

It’s been three weeks since you broke up with Bucky. Despite getting exactly what she wanted, Stephanie was still miserable. After witnessing you break up with her father, she noticed a shift in him. Now he was miserable. He’d still take her out and spend time with her, but his aura around him always seemed dark and cold. His smile never reached his eyes. He never messed around with her anymore. It felt exactly like how it was after her mother died. 

Bucky was dropping off Stephanie at school before he went to work. She hopped out of the car and he hollered, “Have a good day at school, sweetheart!”

She turned back and leaned into the window, “Thanks, dad. I love you.”

He gave her a small smile and replied, “I love you too.” She watched as he drove off. When the car went out of view, she started walking the opposite direction of her school. She had to make this right.

You were at work sitting at the front desk typing away at the computer. You were currently working on a file for a dog that was rescued earlier that day. You heard the bell above the door ring and without looking up you said, “Be with you in a moment.”

“Y/N?”

You stopped typing and looked up to see Bucky’s daughter, “Stephanie? Shouldn’t you be at school?”

She gulped, “You need to take my dad back.”

You looked at her confused, “What? Did he put you up to this?”

“No! What? No! I-I’m doing this on my own.” She sighed, looking down in shame, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was being such a bitch to you.”

“Language,” you warned her.

She looked up, “It’s true though! I was being a bi-brat! I was being a selfish brat! I was too caught up in the idea of you replacing my mom that I didn’t think about how happy you made my dad.” Her head hung down in shame again, “And now he’s miserable…because of me. I’m the reason you broke up with him. He says he’s fine, but I know he’s not.”

You stood up and looked at Stephanie, “I love, Bucky. I do, but you’re more important to him. He needs you-”

“No, Y/N. He needs you!” she slammed her hand onto the desk, “After my mom died, my dad never thought he could find someone again. He was so scared of losing someone like how we lost my mom! But you came along and made him open up again. You made him happy again. I was just too blind by my own selfishness that I couldn’t see the good you were doing.” She let out a sob and started breaking down. 

You ran around the counter and wrapped your arms around her, “Sssshhh. Ssshhh. It’s okay. Let it all out.” The twelve year old girl wrapped her arms around you tight.

After a couple of minutes, she calmed down. You wiped her eyes, “I honestly don’t know what to do. I don’t want to get back with your father if it’ll cause a rift in your relationship with him.”

“Before my mom died, she made me promise her that I’ll help my dad find happiness again. And that’s what I’m doing. You make him happy, Y/N. You need to take him back.”

You sighed, “I’ll go talk to him. But right now, I’m gonna take you to school. Class has already started and your father’s probably already received a call that you’re absent. Wanda!” you called for your co-worker.

“Yeah?”

“There’s an emergency I need to take care of, but I’ll be right back. Okay?”

“Go do what ya gotta do!” Wanda called back from the back room. You then picked up your bag and went to your car. Stephanie following you.

When Bucky received the call that his daughter hadn’t showed up for her first or second class of the day, he was starting to panic. He immediately left work and drove down to the school. He was currently pacing the principle’s office holding his phone to his ear. This is the sixth time he was calling Stephanie’s phone and nothing. 

It was freaking out so much he was close to calling you until-

“In here, Miss Barnes.”

Bucky quickly turned around to see Stephanie walk into the office with…you? “Stephanie Rebecca Barnes, where on Earth were you?!” Bucky pulled his daughter into his arms and squeezed her tight, “I was so worried about you! Why didn’t you answer your phone?!”

Stephanie stepped back grimacing, “I’m sorry, dad. I had to make things right.”

You stepped forward, “She came to my work, Bucky.”

Mr. Fury, the principle, cleared his throat and said, “I’ll give you some privacy.” He stepped out of his office and closed the door.

You spoke up again, “Stephanie came to my work and apologized. Told me that you’re not doing so well and she begged me to take you back.”

Bucky groaned, “Steph, I told you-”

“You’re not fine, dad. You’re exactly how you were after mom died. After you met Y/N, you were happy again. I don’t want to be in the way of your happiness.”

“But if you don’t like-”

“I do though.” She looked down in shame, “I was just being selfish and blind. I didn’t want her to replace mom.”

You put your hand on her shoulder and looked at her, “Stephanie, you know that’s not what I want, right?”

She nodded, “Yeah. I do now.” She took your hand and brought it over to Bucky’s, setting it on top of his, “Mom wanted you to be happy again, Dad. I want you too. And I think Y/N is exactly what we need right now.”

Bucky nodded, fashioning a small smile, “You’re so smart for a twelve year old, you know that?” He ruffled his daughter’s brunette hair and she chuckled. He then looked at you, “Whaddaya say, Y/N? Will you take us back?” He took hold of Stephanie’s hand in his, while still holding onto yours. They both looked at you with shining blue eyes.

You chuckled, “It’s hard to say no to you Barnes’”

Bucky smiled wide and pulled you into a hug. You then pulled at Stephanie, crushing her inbetween you and Bucky.

“I’m sorry again, Y/N.”

You kissed her head, “All is forgotten, kiddo.”

Bucky squeezed the both of you tight, “EEERRRGG! I LOVE MY GIRLS SO  MUCH!”

You and Stephanie laugh, “And we love you too.”

I Hate My Job - Part 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary - You are a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that gets assigned the worst job, in your opinion.

Series Warnings - Violence, Death, Bloodshed, Guns, Knives, Sexytimes, and Cursing

Word Count - 1.6K

You walked into the compound at exactly 8:00 am, hoping to have a quiet day to spend in the conference room filing the reports from the last mission.  God’s Gift was waiting for you in the conference room, so you knew today was not going to start off on a good note.

“Mr. Stark, is there something you need?” you asked as you set your bag on the conference room table.

“Actually, Agent (Y/L/N), there is,” Stark replied.  “I’ve just had a talk with Director Coulson about you.”

“Did you try to get me fired?” you asked, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice.

Weiterlesen

Alphas only brought trouble.

The only thing they are good for is bringing their Omegas pain and forced submission. They were dangerous, reckless and cruel. There wasn’t an ounce of kindness in any of them.  

She didn’t need an Alpha and she certainly didn’t believe in that True Mates fairytale. That was just some fabricated fable Alphas made up to trick innocent doe-eyed Omegas. She wasn’t going to fall for that.  

Not again.

No Alpha would ever get her to believe that love truly exists.

And then, James Buchanan Barnes walked into her life.

Chapter 1 - Wrong Choices & What Ifs 

Chapter 2 - As Black as Night 

Chapter 3 - Missing You & Me

Chapter 4 - Whiskey Isn’t Strong Enough 

Chapter 5 - I Don’t Feel a Thing 

Chapter 6 - Imprinting on You 

Chapter 7 - Guess Some Things Never Change 

Chapter 8 - Old Wounds Never Heal 

Chapter 9 - Light As a Feather 

Chapter 10 - I’m Only Perfect Because of You 

Chapter 11 - You’ve Had My Heart  

Chapter 12 - I Can’t Live Without You

Chapter 13 - When You smile 

Chapter 14 - I Want to Love You 

Chapter 15 - All My Stars 

Chapter 16 - Only the Heavens Know

Chapter 17 - Past Calls You to Run 

Chapter 18 - Holding a Losing Hand

Chapter 19 - Poison In My Blood  

Chapter 20 - Playing With Fire

Chapter 21 - Burn

Epilogue: Stardust & Fairytales 

Extras: 

Kitties & Bumps - Oneshot 

Theme tune: Let You Love Me

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader AU

http://iglovequotes.net/

Jellal such a gentleman and Gray and Juvia in matching outfits :D

Honey Girl. Chapter Two.

Chapter One. Series Masterlist. The Playlist.

Pairing - Dad's Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Chapter Synopsis - You and Bucky try to navigate what it means to be soulmates - and how difficult it is to keep your hands off each other.

Warnings - smut. cursing.

Word Count - 4k

Author's Note - part two!! thank you SO much for all of the love on part one - it has made me immensely happy. you're all the sweetest and i'm so grateful. i'm going on vacation in a few days, so i'm taking a hiatus for a few weeks as i won't have cell service. so, consider this my parting gift to you <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3 please, send me your thoughts, predictions, desires!! I will get excited with you!!

Masterlist. Inbox.

Sunlight streams through the billowing white curtains, rousing you slowly. The gentle breeze cools the room, salt sticking to the air. Warmth is seeping into the glass of the windows, encouraging you to kick your sheets to the foot of your bed, limbs stretching and rolling.

You wake, and for a moment, you feel perfectly at peace. You feel light, tranquil, relaxed. You flex your neck from side to side, yawning as you do it. You notice that the sun is already up, beaming into your bedroom. It's going to be a very warm day, you think. I better pack sunblock.

You glance to where your bag is thrown haphazardly on the floor, contents spilling everywhere. It's unlike you, to not put something away properly. You take pride in being a tidy person. You must have been exhausted when you got home last night.

That's when it hits you.

Bucky.

The events of yesterday coming crashing down around you like a tidal wave. Hearts racing, hands interlacing, lips melding. Bodies tangling, breaths matching, knees buckling. Two souls, tied together forever.

Your Tethering.

To Bucky. Your Dad's best friend Bucky.

His absence is suddenly all you can think about. He's not here, and you feel like half of your heart is missing. You ache. There's a discomfort that you know can only be cured by the presence of your soulmate.

You're deep in thought when your phone rings, startling you. It's Bucky.

"Mornin' sugar," he drawls. The low tone of his voice is like molten honey, gorgeous and golden.

"Good morning, Buck."

You hear him exhale at the sound of your voice.

"I know we said we'd meet at ten, but can we make it earlier?" he asks. Then, quieter, "Feel like I can't breathe without you."

He murmurs the last part, as if it's a secret. Something sacred.

"Of course, Buck. I can be ready by nine?"

"Thanks, sweet girl. I'll pick you up?"

"Perfect. See you then."

"See you then."

It's almost painful to hang up the phone. It's like there's a gravitational force in The Universe, willing you against it. You ignore it defiantly and press the red button, swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

There's something in your gut telling you that this might just be the first day of the rest of your life. You certainly can't go back to the way things were. You're not sure if you want to.

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Bucky arrives at 8:45.

You're in the bathroom with the door closed, so you don't hear him pull up. You feel it. Like a magnetism, alerting you to his whereabouts. You breathe a little easier immediately, knowing he's outside.

You grab your bag and the picnic and pull on your shoes, eager to see him. You feel like a teenager again, giddy with anticipation. Apart from, this isn't your average first date. No, this is your last first date ever. This is a first date with the man you're bound to spend the rest of your life with. No pressure, you tell yourself. One step at a time.

Your heart kicks up in double time, thundering against your ribcage. You inhale deeply, cracking your knuckles. You can do this. It's just Bucky.

You bound down your stairs, practically running to his truck. Bucky's leaning against the passenger door, the wind ruffling his hair, sunlight reflecting off his steely blue eyes. He's wearing shorts and a white button up, which is blowing gently in the breeze. His sleeves are pushed up his forearms, exposing his gorgeous tanned skin. He has several shirt buttons undone, accentuating his broad chest, sunglasses tucked into the breast pocket. He looks so handsome. So classically elegant. Like he belongs in an old movie - a perfect leading man.

He eyes you carefully, gauging your reaction. You can tell he doesn't want to overstep, worried about pushing you too far too fast. You walk over and run your fingers across his exposed chest gently, tracing a path up his neck until you're caressing his cheek. His stubble tickles your fingertips, causing a smile to curl at the corners of your mouth. You finally meet his gaze, and all your stress is forgotten. You feel peaceful again.

"Hi," you whisper.

"Hi, pretty girl," he murmurs back, hands finding your waist. "You alright?"

"I'm okay. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," he grins. "So, how do you feel about a day of sailing? You, me, and the ocean, baby."

"I think that sounds perfect."

He opens the car door for you, helping you up and into the passenger seat. He climbs in, clicking on his seat belt and starting the engine. Before he pulls away, he turns and looks at you, holding your stare for a moment. Bucky reaches for you, lacing your fingers together, resting your intertwined hands on your thigh. He begins to drive away, taking you towards the ocean. Towards your future.

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You know nothing about sailing.

Luckily, you don't need to. Bucky's quite content to keep you sitting pretty on the top deck while he does all of the work, pulling and tying and knotting. The crisp white sails billow in the wind, the ocean waves providing a steady, constant soundtrack. Birds fly overhead, sunshine beaming down, the wood underneath you warm and smooth. It's paradise.

You're soaking up the sun rays when you hear a click. You sit up to see Bucky holding his film camera, pointed right at you.

"Creep," you tease.

"Just want to have something to look back on. Our first day as soulmates. It's an occasion, you know," he grins.

He moves across the boat to sit next to you, thigh pressed up against yours. He's so close you can taste the spearmint on his breath. You tangle a hand in his hair, caressing the back of his head.

"I brought you a few new things to try," you tell him. "Some recipes I'm testing. I want your honest opinion. No sugar coating. Promise?"

"I promise," he winks, holding up a scouts honour. "I wouldn't lie to you, honey."

You reach over and grab your picnic basket, unwrapping various beeswax packages and laying them out in front of you.

"Okay - we have white chocolate and pistachio muffins, raspberry and lemon macarons, earl grey and lavender cookies and carrot and cinnamon cake."

You glance over at Bucky, expecting him to be deciding what to try first. Instead, you find him watching you carefully, gentle smile etched across his face.

"What?" you laugh.

"Nothing," he beams. "I just... I love it when you start talking about food. You're passionate. You light up."

"Don't make it weird," you joke, slightly taken aback by his honesty. He did promise not to sugar coat.

He reaches for a macaron, eager to try one after you mentioned them yesterday. He pops one in his mouth, and lets out a groan that can only be described as pornographic.

"Fuck," he moans. "This might be the best thing I've ever eaten."

"You promised you wouldn't lie," you laugh.

"I'm not," he chuckles, placing his hand over his heart. "I swear to you. These things should be used as medicine. They'd cure anything."

"Shut up," you tease bashfully, bumping your shoulder into his.

He tries the other sweets one by one, complimenting you immensely. He's so specific in the way he commends your baking. He comments on certain flavours, and textures, and the way everything melts on his tongue. He really takes the time to think about what he says. It's so intimate.

"You're gonna do this for a living, right?" he asks, turning to face you.

"I hope so," you confess. "It's all I want to do. Going to culinary school was a huge risk, but I did it. It was difficult, but they were also the best four years of my life. I just learned so much. I want to put it all into practice."

"I think you should. It'd be such a waste if you didn't. You're so talented, sugar."

"Thanks, Buck," you grin. "I just don't know where to start."

He thinks for a moment.

"If you could do anything, anything in the world - what would you do?"

He's looking at you so intensely, you almost want to shy away. His steel blue eyes are boring into you, reading your mind, figuring out your soul.

"I'd... I'd open a bakery of my own. I want a lot that overlooks the ocean. With big windows."

Bucky smiles gently, adoration written across his face.

"I'd be your most loyal customer," he vows. "Oh, I have a better idea - I'll be your quality control. I'll taste test everything before you sell it. You know, just in case."

"Just in case," you laugh. "Right."

"It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it," he winks.

The sound of your laughter is like dopamine to Bucky. It fires off neurons in his brain, receptors buzzing and alight. He almost feels drunk off the sound, floating above ground.

You relax into him, laying down and resting your head in his lap. He's warm, and soft, and so comfortable. You could lie here forever.

He runs his fingers through your hair gently, playing with the strands. The repetitive rocking of the boat lulls you into an easy sleep, the sunlight wrapping around you, taking the place of a blanket. Bucky watches you drift off, unable to wipe the smile off his face.

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A particularly strong gust of wind wakes you, rousing you from sleep. Your fingers are interlinked with Bucky's, head still resting on his strong thighs.

"How long was I out?" you ask, looking up at him.

"Like, twenty minutes? You looked peaceful, thought I'd let you rest."

"Sorry, Buck," you chuckle.

"Hey, don't apologise. I'll take it as a compliment. You know, they say you only sleep around the people you feel safe with."

"They say a lot of fuckin' things," you laugh, repeating his words from yesterday.

"I do, though," you say after a moment. "Feel safe with you. It's not just the soulmate thing. I always have."

Bucky leans down to press his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. He pulls away and kisses the spot where you were just connected.

"We should talk about us," you murmur, sitting up to face him.

"Uh oh. Are you breaking up with me?" Bucky jokes, nudging your knee with his.

"Yeah, right," you scoff. "As if you'd be so lucky. You're stuck with me, I'm afraid."

"I'll survive," he winks. "But we should. Talk about us."

You look at each other for a moment, carefully. You notice that the ocean is reflecting in Bucky's eyes, waves gleaming and blue.

"I don't know where to start," you whisper.

"Maybe start at the beginning," he suggests, reaching out to rest his palm on your thigh, fingertips rubbing comforting circles into your skin.

"I... I think - I think we should do exactly that. Start at the beginning."

He nods at you reassuringly, urging you to continue.

"I want to start slow. Really slow. I know we already know each other, but this... this is different. We don't know each other like this."

"Like soulmates," he agrees. "It's a whole other level. A league of its own."

"Exactly. I know we're Tethered, but, I think we should treat this like a normal relationship. We should date, and just... take this step by step."

"One step at a time," he confirms. "Prepare yourself, honey. I'm about to date the hell outta you."

"Someone save me," you laugh, throwing your head back. "All those poor girls that have come before me - they had to put up with this?"

He laughs with you, the sound rumbling in his chest.

"Trust me, sugar, you're different."

Bucky leans forward and slots his lips to yours, hands going to your waist to pull you closer.

Kissing your soulmate is unlike any other feeling. It's complete serenity. Two bodies, designed by The Universe to fit together perfectly.

Your fingers thread through Bucky's hair as you move to sit in his lap, straddling him. You grind your hips forward, illiciting a groan from the both of you.

Bucky slips his tongue into your mouth, tasting the sugar there. He can't get enough. You're so sweet and soft underneath his hands, underneath his tongue. He wants more.

He tips you backwards, so you're lying flat on the deck. Bucky moves to kneel in between your legs, prying them open gently. He kisses his way from your ankle to your knee, occasionally nipping at your flesh. He likes the idea of there being a mark on you that he left. He feels more protective of you than he ever has of anyone. The feeling vibrates through his bones, fires up his nerve endings. He needs to feel every inch of your skin as soon as possible, or he's convinced he'll burst into flames.

He smooths his hands up your thighs, fingers catching in the waistband of your shorts. He shimmies them down your legs, and inhales sharply at the sight before him. You're laid out on the deck of his boat like a goddess, the white shirt adorning your body matching the white lace underwear underneath. The sun rays are beating down, illuminating you, making you glow from the inside out. Bucky can't breathe, looking at you. He feels like all of the oxygen has been stolen from his lungs, replaced with pure desire.

You're breathless, panting, chest heaving. You're shaking with anticipation, willing him to do something. Anything.

"Bucky," you whine. "Please."

He's never heard a prettier sound. It's like angel song, the way you say his name.

"Patience, sweets. I thought we were taking it slow."

"Asshole," you laugh, poking him in the chest with your toe. "You're a hypocrite."

"Am I?" he smirks, running his fingertips across the inside of your thighs.

"Yes. You can't kiss me like that and then tell me to have patience."

"My apologies, ma'am."

He leans over and kisses you again, biting your bottom lip as he pulls away. Bucky slips your underwear down your legs and tucks them into the pocket of his shorts, ignoring your scoff as you watch him do it.

"Come here, pretty baby," he murmurs, tugging at your hips to pull you closer to him.

He nudges your core with his nose, inhaling deeply. It's filthy, the action, but it makes you ache with want. He licks into the crease of your thigh next, tasting the salt on your skin. Your hand flies to his hair, tugging the chocolate strands. You whine again, and Bucky commits the sound to memory.

He surprises you by sucking your clit gently, causing your hips to buck up towards his mouth. He splays one hand across your stomach, holding you down. He uses his other hand to insert a finger into you, groaning at your warmth. He crooks it up, and you keen.

"I know, baby, I know," he coos, adding a second finger.

You're not sure if it's because of the glaring sunlight or because of Bucky, but there's a thin sheen of sweat coating your skin, dripping down your temple. You're burning from the inside out, white hot heat running through your veins.

He thrusts both fingers in and out of you steadily, curling them on the up stroke. You throw your head back, hips wriggling and writhing.

"Where you going, pretty girl?" he drawls. "Come here - that's it."

He pulls you back to him, fingers never stopping. He looks up at you, and notices that you've thrown a hand over your face, shielding yourself.

"Don't go shy on me now," he practically purrs, smiling when you move your arm away. "Most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Fuck," you moan, suddenly glad you're in the middle of the ocean. The sounds you're letting out are filthy.

"I know, pretty baby. I know."

His fingers push you closer and closer to the edge, speeding up slightly. You're whining, keening, hips bucking up into him. You can't stay still. You feel like you're on fire, red hot electricity running through you. It's never been like this with anyone before. It never will be again.

"You're close, honey, I can feel it. You're almost there," he drawls. "Atta girl. Come on, baby. You got it. Good girl."

His low, honeyed words throw you into your climax, back arching off the sun warmed wood. Bucky talks you through it, encouraging and praising you in hushed murmurs. You see stars, bright white patterns flashing behind your eyelids. The world goes quiet for a moment, and all you feel is peace.

Bucky brings you back to reality by rubbing soothing circles into the bare skin of your thigh, still muttering softly. He lets you catch your breath before leaning over and kissing you gently.

"You okay, sugar?"

You smile at him in a daze, still floating on air.

"I'm good, Buck. Very good, actually."

He laughs at your response, moving your hair away from your face. You sit up to look at him, admiring him carefully.

"You're so pretty," you whisper. "I mean, I've always known it. But now, it's so... blinding. You're the most beautiful person in the world."

He's not sure how to process your words. He's never felt so loved, so safe, so appreciated before. It's overwhelming. He doesn't know what to say - so instead, he kisses you hard.

"You're the sweetest girl in the world, you know that right?" he whispers against your lips.

He moves to sit behind you, so your back is resting against his chest. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. He smells like warmth, and salt, and home.

"I don't think we should tell my parents," you say lowly, afraid to ruin the moment. "Not yet, anyway."

"I agree," he reassures. "I think we should figure this out first. Figure us out."

You lean up and peck his lips gently, pulling away to trace your fingertips over the contours of his face.

"It's gonna take a while to figure this out, isn't it?"

"That's the thing, sweet girl. We have all the time in the world."

You relax back into his arms, letting his steady heartbeat lull you into complete tranquility.

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You spend all day on the boat with Bucky, soaking up the sun. Your shirts are billowing in the wind, hair blowing in every direction. The ocean rocks you both in routine motion, gentle and calming.

He teaches you the basics of sailing, sitting knee to knee with you while you repeatedly tie knots into pieces of rope. He stands behind you comfortingly as you pull and tug at the rigging, supporting you only when you ask for help.

The two of you sit tangled together on the deck, enjoying your picnic. You take a moment to rub sunblock into Bucky's shoulders, ignoring the heat that rises in your chest when he groans in delight. He's irresistible. This is more than just lust. This is a magnetism, an almost animalistic connection. It's quite literally written in the stars.

The both of you are clearly reluctant to go home. You sit in Bucky's truck outside your apartment for hours, talking about nothing and everything. You don't invite him upstairs. You know that if you do, you'll jump his bones instantly. You've both agreed to take this slow. You have to start being strict with yourselves, or you'll just keep ending up in bed.

Eventually, your stomach rumbles, making Bucky chuckle.

"You should go. Eat something."

"I know. I just... I like being with you."

He leans over the centre console to press a kiss to your lips, revelling in the way you taste like the ocean breeze.

"There's no one else in the world I'd rather be with," he murmurs against your mouth.

You pull away and take a deep breath, preparing to leave Bucky for tonight.

"Thank you, for today. It's been perfect."

"Perfect day for a perfect girl," he winks, making you both laugh.

"One step at a time."

"All the time in the world," he echoes.

"Goodnight, Buck," you whisper, moving in closer to press your forehead to his.

"Goodnight, honey girl," he whispers back, pecking your lips quickly.

He jumps out of the drivers side to help you down from the truck, holding your hand carefully. You smile at the déjà vu. He does too.

You look back at him once more before closing your front door. He's already looking at you, his eyes never once leaving your frame, smile never leaving his face.

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You're curled up on the couch when your phone rings, startling you from your peace. You look at the caller ID in confusion.

"Stella? Hey - you okay?"

"Hey, you. Long time no see, huh?"

"It's been a while," you laugh. "I didn't expect a call from you."

"I'm sorry we haven't talked in so long. I've been super busy - I'm opening my own café! It has a bookshop inside it too - oh it's gorgeous, you wouldn't even believe it."

"That sounds amazing, Stella. I'm so happy for you, wow."

"I'm actually calling because I have something to ask you."

"Ask away, Stell."

"I have a sort of... proposition for you. An offer, if you will."

"You're really building the anticipation here," you chuckle.

"Sorry, sorry! So, I'm gonna need a Head Baker. I can't do it, because I'll be manager, and I'm the owner which is a tough job in itself. Opening a café is fucking difficult, you know!" she laughs, before continuing. "You'd have complete creative control - you'd design your own bakes, everything would be completely down to you. There's quite literally only one person in this world that I'd want to do this job, and it's you."

You almost can't believe what she's telling you. It sounds perfect. It sounds like a dream.

"Stella - are you sure? This is a huge deal. You want me?"

"I only want you. I can't picture working alongside anyone else. We made such a good team in culinary school, and we always said we'd find each other in the future."

"I... I don't even know what to say."

"Say yes!" she encourages, giggling down the phone.

"Yes!" you echo, giddy with joy. "God, Stella, yes!"

You're smiling from ear to ear, unable to wipe the grin off your face. Your dream job has been presented to you on a silver platter. You'd be stupid not to take it.

"I mean - when do I start? What should I wear? Do you want a set menu, or can I change it up all the time? Vegan options? Gluten free?"

"I can send you all of the boring stuff in an email - contracts, salary information, all that shit. You can quite literally do whatever the fuck you want, girl. I trust you completely. I trust your culinary skills even more."

"Oh my god, I'm so excited. Thank you, Stella. Seriously. This is just amazing."

"I can't wait to have you here with me again!"

You process for a moment, trying to make sense of what she just said.

"Wait... what? Where?"

"In California. The café is here, in California!"

You can't hear her next words due to the ringing in your ears. Your chest tightens, your hands ball into fists, your breathing becomes ragged.

There's a million thoughts racing through your mind, and you can't quite get a firm grasp on any of them.

Bucky would never leave this place. This is his home. I can't ask him to abandon his life here - I wouldn't want to. We've been soulmates for two days. What about his job? His friends? Would I leave everything behind and move across the country for him? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I can't have my cake and eat it too. He'd give everything up for me in a heartbeat - I can't let him. It's not fair.

You're suddenly intensely aware - you have to make a choice.

Bucky or your dreams.

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I Remember All of Them Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Warnings: Angst, drinking, language, smut, fluff. 

Summary: After Hawkeye’s retirement, you are assigned to the Avengers as the new sharpshooter. You form a special friendship with Bucky but when friends turn to lovers Bucky suddenly turns cold. Were you just another conquest of Bucky Barnes’ or was something deeper at play?

I Remember All of Them - Complete Series  

Part 1 

Part 2 

Part 3 

Part 4 

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Kinktober 2020 Impala Vignette (NSFW 18+)

Bucky Barnes Series//

Choosing Us [AU] 1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27   28   29   30   31   32   33   34   35   36

Bad Intentions [AU] 1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27   28   29   30

Cruel Intentions [AU] (Sequel) 1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10  11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24

Love in Lace [AU] 1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10  11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20 21   22   23   24

Playing Games [AU] 1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10 11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20 21   22   23   24   25   26   27   28

Shattered Pieces [AU] 1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10 11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20

Blurry [FATWS Spoilers] 1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10 11   12   13   14   15  16  17

Wrangling Forever [AU] (In Progress) 1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10

Broken Knight [AU] 1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10 11   12   13   14  15   16   17   18   19   20

Only Mine Masterlist

Summary: Bucky Barnes is probably the most influential person in the East of the country. He is a well-known mobster, and smart girls stay away from him. You get caught up with him for one night, but promise to yourself that it was the last time that you did something like that. Bucky, however, is obsessed to get to know you and make you his “girl of the week”. Or maybe something more? 

Warnings: smut, fluff, attention bordering obsession, violence, death, blood, and much more

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Status: Finished (16th of July 2020)

Word Count: 62 K

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