The Auction - Part 2

Did I already tell you that I FUCKING LOVE YOU ! This is so good maaaan

Hands That Heal - Ch. 1

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

A few background details before we start as they will come into the story throughout: You are a mechanic, you were blipped, your ex is a biker in a 1% gang, your father served as a marine with Chip and Dale - fraternal twins who are like weird uncles to you.

Summary: Bucky is looking for someone to repair his motorcycle but ends up finding something better.  Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men. Word count: 3266

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 coming soon

The garage was busier than usual and you had barely stopped to take a break all day and it had left you cranky. The banter between the guys had been getting on your nerves, you were working hard and they were just milling about, smoking and cat calling any woman who walked past the open roller doors. Rolling out from under the chassis of a mint green ‘66 Shelby Cobra, you got up off the creeper and grabbed a wing nut that was lying around before tossing it at Chip’s head

“She’s younger than your daughter, you creep.” You chastised as he whistled to a girl in the local high school uniform.

“Old enough to bleed, old enough to butcher.” Dale laughed before holding his fist up to Chip to bump.

A disgusted growl erupted from your throat as you grabbed a torque wrench off the top of your tool box and watched their hands drop. They murmured apologies as they dispersed back to the cars and motorcycles they were meant to be working on. Metal clattered as you tossed the wrench back in your box and grabbed a bottle of water from the small bar fridge that was about 20 years past its prime and probably a fire risk.

You didn’t have time to even run across the street and get a pie from the bakery with the amount of cars that were piling up. Your reputation as the go-to person for high end cars and high spec motorbikes had spread far and wide, with people even flying their cars to your shop in the Bronx for repairs. Ignoring your grumbling tummy you laid back down on the creeper with the parts you had just collected and disappeared beneath the grimey undercarriage.

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Breaking and Entering Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You break into Bucky's apartment after being hired to steal his dog tags but something about the man draws you to him. Struggling with the guilt of taking his precious possession, you find yourself unable to complete the delivery of the item. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, lots of smut, illegal activities, bit of violence. Word Count: 8.6k Status: COMPLETE

Part One ⁂ ➴ You break into Bucky's apartment and decide your mission can wait until after you have some fun with him

Part Two ⁂ ➴ Fate has you and Bucky crossing paths and leads to a change of heart.

Part Three ⁂ ⨮ ➴ Nothing is easy and doing the right thing is downright hard but it's something you need to do.

⁂ = smut † = death ⨮ =angst ꕥ = fluff

This Muslim woman took a photo in front of an anti-Muslim protest like a pro.

Oh I am such a slut for Bucky Barnes fuck

                     𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

summary ─ in this underground bar, you didn’t imagine you’d find a lover. you never imagined you’d find yourself a demon lover. 

pairing ─ demon!mobboss!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, kissing, biting, rough sex, pet names, dirty talk, oral sex, drinking, sort of fwb relationship, everything that happens in this fic is consented, supernatural creatures

a/n ─ this fic happened bc of a mf called sebastian stan. that flaunt magazine photos are so *drooling emoji*. i’m so sorry. i’m shit at endings lmao. i hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youu <3333 

moodboard for this fic courtesy of @bonky-n-steeb​

You were dragged into the Underworld with the excuse of Wanda’s birthday. Your friends had said that they found a way to get in Underworld without a big name pitching in for you and that they wanted to throw a little party for Wanda there. Everyone had agreed because it was the perfect timing. She had been wanting to Underworld, but you couldn’t find a way to do so until now.

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I know I say this a lot

BUT this fic is golden to my eyes right now not one fic would ever come close to being this perfect!!

The writing is excellent ! The plot line is fabulous!

Everything about this is fantastic!

I am so sad that I read it in one day but I am buzzing to see what will happen next !!

Enamored Masterlist

Summary: Everything you heard about matters of heart and desire told you the same thing; love could lead to heartbreak at best and disastrous results at worst.

Yet, you were convinced that everyone was wrong. They had to be, because love was supposed to make everyone happier, no confusion or pain in sight.

Regardless of how naive it sounded, you were sure that you were ready to fall in love and lose yourself in the infamous bliss.

That assumption right there was a terrible mistake, though.

You were nowhere near ready.

Warnings: Slow burn, mutual pining, Regency era society and social rules, angst. (Separate warnings included in chapters)

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Wildest Dreams.

Imagine it’s a couple days before your wedding and your friends start coming in for your last days of freedom. Only you start having second thoughts, old feelings crop up, and you end up having a breakdown.

Words: 5.1K Warnings: This happens to be an AU with no children and Liz is alive. If a character isn’t mentioned, I’m sorry. I had too many characters already.

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Born In Flames || Chapter Four

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Being the daughter of a mafia boss was hard enough growing up. You got out and made a new life for yourself as a bartender only to be sucked in when your old man made a bad deal and he thinks you need protection. Enter Bucky Barnes, your new bodyguard and roommate.

Warnings: minor character death, mentions of guns, human trafficking, drugs, and blood.

Word Count: 2,653

Authors Notes: Kinda curious to see what you guys think of this one! If you want to be tagged, send a message or ask or else it will probably be ignored.

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A week had gone by since that fateful shooting. Every little sound had started to rattle you when you were at home. Work was the only place you were distracted enough, but it did take a couple of days. You had given Bucky a couple of long sleeved tees that had the bar’s logo on them and told him to change, considering he was the only one in the bar looking less like a drinker and more like a mobster. Your boss came to understand why he was there and allowed it, even throwing some food his way while Bucky waited for your shift to end.

The morning after the shooting, you found your car missing. You were just about to head back inside and cry into your pillow before Bucky grabbed your hand and led you to a sleek black car. He reassured you that your car was being taken care of and that this one would get the two of you around. You took his word for it, even letting him drive.

The relationship between you two was slowly leaving the side of hatred and more of just convenience. Bucky was pretty understanding about you wanting to keep up with talking to Miss Liz, but he kept a close eye. If you didn’t know any better, you could have sworn Liz was trying to flirt with him. It was cute, actually. You often found yourself out in the living room earlier than usual, due to the nightmares. Bucky would check in and softly push you awake, but would leave once you were awake. He knew what it was like to have nightmares every night. It wasn’t just about being in combat or losing his arm. Being in the mafia had its disadvantages, one being that he saw the face of his victims every time he closed his eyes. His were less screaming and crying and more sweating and mumbling.

He had decided to wear tees around the apartment, trying to show that he was making a step to be more comfortable around you. You didn’t hide that you hated the suit and ties, but you also didn’t force him to show the arm. He did that on his own.

Currently the two of you were sitting in the living room. Bucky was looking over the cameras through his phone that were placed around the street by some of your fathers men while you worked on your laptop. It was another day off and you were a bit too scared to try going out and shopping again, so you had things delivered instead.

Bucky’s phone started to go off and he answered it. “Boss.”

Oh great, it’s dad.

He was quiet for a moment, though you couldn’t quite make out what was being said on the other side. He glanced over to you and said a soft “we’ll be there” before hanging up.

“We?” You leaned up in your seat, setting the laptop down.

“Looks like they may have caught those men who shot at us,” Bucky stood and slid the phone in his pocket. “He wants us to go to the warehouse so you can identify them. Guess the guy is saying it wasn’t him,” he muttered and rolled his eyes.

You brought your hand up to your ear, fingers brushing over the scabbed over wound. It wasn’t as painful anymore. But then it hit you, the warehouse.

“Are you serious? I’ve never been allowed in there. I don’t even think my mom was,” you frowned, looking over at him.

Bucky shrugged. “That’s what he said. I don’t think he’ll have you stay for the aftermath. We just need to make sure it was really him. You did get a good look, right?”

You nodded gently, unable to forget the faces of the men. “They only got one?”

“For now,” Bucky walked past you and headed into his room to change.

It seemed you probably should do the same.

You went simple, just a pair of black jeans and a tank. Much different than the outfit you last saw your father in. You pulled your hair up into a ponytail just in case another shootout happened. Hair flying in your face was not so fun last time.

Bucky could feel the anxiety radiating off you the whole drive. He let you pick the music and watched as you slid down lower in your seat. Had one near death experience really caused you to be this scared? You kept asking yourself that.

The anxiety didn’t go away as Bucky pulled up to the warehouse half an hour later. It was in an industrial area, one with quite a few abandoned buildings. This one you knew was used for…less than savory things. A lot of blood had been spilt inside. You remember seeing someone hobbling out with his face beaten in when you were about ten. That was the first time you knew something was up.

“You ready?” Bucky asked softly, worried about your state of mind as you stared at the building in front of you.

“Do I have a choice?” You retorted, though you sighed. “Sorry I just…yeah. I’m ready,” you muttered and got out of the car.

Bucky led you inside and immediately the smell of iron hit you. Years of blood without being properly sanitized. No wonder you were never allowed in it. You stayed close to Bucky, your hand brushing along his gloved one. He didn’t mind, as long as you were able to help now.

Pushing a door open, you froze when you saw the scene before you.

Your father sat in one chair, looking as much of a mafia boss as ever. About ten feet from him sat a man tied to a chair, head lulled to the side. One of the men standing had his jacket off and sleeved rolled up, blood trickling down his knuckles from punching the other guy.

“Ah, good. You’re here. Dear, can you tell me if this was the guy?” Your father asked.

Frowning, you slowly walked in and kept your distance from the man bleeding in the chair. He coughed before leaning his head up and that’s when you sighed.

“Yeah, it’s him. He was with another guy. Bald, bigger nose, sort of looked like a taller Danny Devito,” you spoke, crossing your arms.

Bucky left your side and walked beside the bleeding man in the chair. Squatting down for a moment, he moved the guys tied up hands before standing.

“It’s him. I got a good shot on his hand and that’s what made them retreat I think,” Bucky walked back over to stand by your side. “Pierce’s guy?”

Your father nodded, his own arms crossed as he stayed in the chair. “Believe so. Just need to figure out why they’re targeting you unless it’s just to get to me,” he looked over at you and you rolled your eyes slightly but said nothing.

“I won’t tell you shit,” the bloodied man finally spoke, groaning when another punch was landed. “You should kill me now, but there will be more. There will always be more. We’ll get that little whore just like we did her mother,” he yelped when a second punch was thrown.

Your eyes widened, though you knew it couldn’t have been true. It was cancer. You knew it was. You saw how sick she had gotten in the end. Looking back to your father, Michael nodded at the man and immediately a gun was pulled out and he shot the man point blank.

You yelped and turned away, covering your mouth.

Now you wished you had never stepped foot in the warehouse. Bucky groaned and wrapped an arm around you, leading you out. He wanted to yell at Michael, to tell him that he had just traumatized you once again, but he couldn’t exactly fight his boss. So he decided to move you away instead. You let him lead you out to the car, but once you were inside, the flood gates opened and Bucky was left with a terrified version of you that he only saw briefly before.

Getting in the driver's seat, he waited to turn the car on. “I wish he hadn’t done that,” he whispered, glancing over to you.

You wiped at your eyes, trying to catch your breath. “This is…why I wanted out. Couldn’t he have waited until I was gone!?” You gasped, but it wasn’t working.

Bucky frowned and leaned over the console of the car. He took your face in his hands, being gentle but also demanding. “Look at me. Hey, right here,” he pointed at his own eyes, waiting until you met them. He kept the hold on your face as he spoke. “It was better him than you. It’s going to be okay. It’s…not easy to see whether it’s the first one or the hundredth. I know this because I still see them all. Just…try to breathe,” he spoke. He took deep breaths as you followed, doing it until your tears had stopped and you were able to stop shaking.

“What did he mean…about my mom?” You muttered, watching as Bucky’s hands left your face.

“I don’t know. I swear I don’t,” he shook his head, equally as confused as you were. He didn’t know what it meant and he needed to find out.

“Promise me, you’ll tell me if you find something out?” You looked at him with pleading eyes.

Bucky took your hand and squeezed it softly. “I promise.”

Three hours later, Bucky found you sitting in the living room on the floor with a bunch of photo albums beside you.

Birthdays, vacations, school photos. Scrapbooks both you and your mother had made over the years. Scrapbooks that seemed to mainly include you and her, with rare appearances from your father.

Bucky took a seat beside you with a raised eyebrow. “What’s this?” He asked, leaning to the side a little.

“My second birthday. Complete with a Little Mermaid cake. Of course dad isn’t in these either,” you muttered, scooting closer for him to see.

Photos of you smashing a little cake with your face, white icing and chocolate cake smushed in every crevice. You looked happy, carefree, ready to take on the cake and the world.

“I take it your dad wasn’t around for big things?” Bucky asked, surprised a father wouldn’t even be there for his kid’s birthday.

“Not often. Sometimes. He came to my graduation and some early birthday parties but that’s about it. Hell, I couldn’t even get him to a choir show when I was in middle school. Mom was my biggest supporter,” you ran your fingers over a photo of your icing handprint on her cheek, smiling at the camera. “She made sure everything was okay.”

Bucky smiled but then furrowed his brow. “Can I?” He asked, holding his hand out.

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded and handed him the scrapbook.

“You said your second birthday? Do you have any from your first?” He asked, making you wonder.

“No, I’m not sure why but I don’t have any from then. I have a couple baby pictures but not many actually. Why?” You asked, tilting your head.

Ever so carefully, Bucky pulled one photo out of the slot and looked at it closer. “Do you know this man?” He asked, pointing to a guy in the background.

“No, not that I can remember,” you shrugged.

Bucky pulled out another, pointing to him again. This time his arms were around your mother.

You took the photo and tilted your head. How did you not see that before? You were in the forefront, face clean and opening a gift. In the back, you mom looked to be cuddling with another guy.

“Yeah, I have no clue who that is,” you handed it back.

“That would be the boss of the man that was just killed holding your mom like they were together.”

Your eyes stared at Bucky for a few moments before you were able to find words.

“I’m sorry, what?” You took the photo back and looked it over again.

“Alexander Pierce. He’s another mafia boss that had his hands dipped in a little of everything. Guns, drugs, even illegal animal trading. Pretty sure he’s been involved in human trafficking too but we haven’t been able to find enough evidence. What I want to know is why your mom was cozying up to this guy,” Bucky explained. Setting the photo to the side, he began to look through the rest of the photos.

You sat quiet beside him. Your parents didn’t have a pristine relationship by any means but you could never remember a time where they broke up. And your mom was never the type to cheat no matter how bad things got. She was loyal and kind.

You leaned against Bucky’s arm as he looked, trying to piece things together in your mind. You heard Alexander’s name over the years but it was more about business. Your father having a meeting with him or the two of them making a deal. You weren’t exactly invited into the meetings themselves, nor do you ever remember meeting the guy in person.

Bucky tried to find more photos of him but it seemed those were the only two. Closing the book, he looked down at you with a soft sigh. “Can I do some digging? This is bugging me and I feel like you should know why,” he offered.

You hesitated. Did you want to know? Not exactly, not if it involved a man who did all of those terrible things, but you did want to know why the man talked about killing you like they did your mom.

“You can use my computer in your room, if you want. These are all of the scrapbooks I have though,” you moved the other five in front of him.

Bucky nodded and got up, helping you to your feet. “Do you want to stick around and help?”

You knew it wasn’t a good idea but it was better than sitting in front of the television, failing to distract yourself.

“C’mon,” you muttered, picking up the scrapbooks and following him into the room.

Bucky hadn’t done much with it. He hung up his more important suits while the rest of his items sat neatly in his bag. The dirty clothes were in a hamper you gave him to use. He really didn’t make a dent in showing he was there. Bucky took a seat in the chair as you sat cross legged on his bed.

“Do you have any theories?” You asked as you opened up another book, though this time you paid more attention to the details in the back.

“Not quite. Unless they caused your mother to get sick, but I still need to figure out why. Even if Pierce and Michael had a fallout of some kind, there would be no reason to hurt her and then wait all this time for you. It’s not as if you’ve made yourself completely invisible with the bartending and social media profiles. They obviously knew you were here if they sent him those photos. Keep looking through those for anything, even if you think it’s nothing.”

And that’s how the two of you were for the majority of the night. Bucky had his ways of scouring the Internet, but things kept popping up empty. You had shown him multiple photos but nothing ever clicked for him.

It was about 10:45pm when Bucky leaned back and frowned. “What was your mother’s maiden name again?”

“Hartley,” you looked up at him, having taken his pillows and put them beside you while you leaned back against the wall.

Bucky pushed the chair away from the computer.

A photo of a young Charlotte and Alexander sat on the screen.

A marriage announcement from two years before you were born.

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Family Cookout

Imagine going back home to your family for some much needed down time when some of your co-workers show up to pick you up.

Words: 4.2K Author’s Note: This is just plain silliness and fluff. I do not apologize for it because I very much needed a smile. So if you’re in need of that, please enjoy this.

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“You’re not a piece of property, y/n.” He said

Oh !! But I can be yours Buck no worries

Feminist? I’m not familiar with this word not sure what it means 🤷🏻

Hands That Heal - Ch. 3

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Bucky is all about second chances and after 106 years he doesn’t believe in wasting precious time or chances.   Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut to come. Word count: 1908

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 coming soon

RECAP To Bucky: Would it keep you in?

His reply was almost instant and you nearly drew blood with the way you chewed on your bottom lip.

From Bucky: No. From Bucky: But you could.

━━━━━━♡♥♡━━━━━━

You made record time as you showered and shaved, telling yourself you were due to do it anyway and not specifically because of a certain someone due to arrive any second now. You could hear his truck pull in as you ran between your bathroom and bedroom to get fresh clothes and you left a river of water drops across the hardwood flooring. You were almost done when you heard him call your name from inside the house and you gave yourself a once over in the mirror as you replied where you were.

Satisfied with your reflection, you opened the door and stepped into the hallway to find Bucky leaning against the wall opposite your door. His smile grew as his eyes looked over you and you returned the gesture with an equally appreciative look. His dark denim jeans hugged his legs and the navy blue t-shirt he wore was tight across his broad chest and biceps. He looked like he belonged on a runway, not in your hallway.

“Hey.”

One word and already your mouth was dry. You blamed his smile that came with the word because that sucker seemed to scatter your brain every time it surfaced, yet you missed it when it was gone. Then he opened his arms slightly and you practically dove into the hug, missing the scent you had become addicted to in a single day. If all drugs were like him you could begin to understand why people ruined their lives for it, he was intoxicating.

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Also this mood board is so hot I couldn’t concentrate while reading the fist paragraphs of two minds one body