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Summary: Orionâs Halloween is quickly turning rotten until someone helps to turn her day around with a few sweet treats.Â
Warnings: Â N/A Unless you count a disgusting amount of fluff to be a warning.
A/N:Â Â A new Astrophile drabble! This is set in the very far future, Halloween 2042. Orion is 27 and itâs just the kiddos. No Beck or Bucky. This does have some bits (okay a lot of bits) of the the shared Price of Astrophile universe collab with Tara and if you havenât read The Price of Gold you need to! Thank you to my beautiful @moonbeambuckyâ for looking it over for me. If you have not read the series Astrophile, THERE WLL BE MAJOR SPOILERS. Â
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Halloween 2042
Today has been a disaster. A complete and utter nightmare. It started with spilling hot tea all over her copy of Star Lore and down the front of her favorite skirt, which forced Ori to settle for the little black number Cassie bought her as a Halloween costume. Itâs supposed to be a cat but itâs really a dress accompanied by cat ears. Itâs not that itâs awful, itâs not her usual taste. Itâs a simple spaghetti strap dress, sweetheart necklace that doesnât dip too low and cut just above her knee. As far as Halloween costumes go itâs fairly modest but itâs a little tight compared to the rest of Oriâs closet.Â
Summary: Motherâs Day in the Barnes house has changed over the years.
Warnings: Â N/A Unless you count a disgusting amount of fluff to be a warning.
A/N:  Sooo⊠this came out of nowhere, but itâs grown-up Leo. Heâs twenty-fourish (math is hard) and working as an RN. None of the kids are living at home in this one-shot.This is just Beck and Leo in this one-shot and no Bucky. Thank you to my beautiful @moonbeambuckyâ for looking it over for me. If you have not read the series Astrophile, THERE WLL BE MAJOR SPOILERS. Â
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Motherâs day 2047
It was the first Motherâs Day in, God, Y/n canât remember how long itâs been, twenty-five years? Yeah, that sounds about right. The first Motherâs day in twenty-five years that sheâs had to spend alone. Of course, the last time she spent this day alone, she didnât have three beautiful children and a loving husband. It was merely another day amongst the rest that had seemed to blend together. Then she met Orion and Bucky. Suddenly, it was no longer âjust another dayâ and it became one of her most favorite days of the year. Still is, despite waking up to an empty house this morning.
Bucky hadnât wanted to leave her home alone this morning. He tried everything he could to get out of work, but he couldnât find anyone to cover his shift. On top of working the entire day leading up, they needed Bucky to fill in for someone else for half the day, and her kids?
Well, they are all grown up and have lives of their own.
Orion Rebecca Barnesâs favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner GIVES her any book she wants; sheâs the coolest girl Orion has ever met. Â
It doesnât take long for Bucky to notice his daughterâs sudden interest in constellations and the large stack of astrology related books piling up in her room. Heâs spent her entire life trying to teach her about the stars and where her name came from with little interest from his little comet and all of sudden sheâs in love.
All thanks to the girl who owns the bookstore?Â
(Firefighter!Bucky, Single dad AU)Â
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6Â
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13Â
Chapter 14Â
Chapter 15Â
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
EpilogueÂ
The Astrophile Files - Drabbles & one-shots from our favorite family.Â
I just need the writer to know that this has been my favorite series since I first stumbled upon it years ago when I was lonely and didnât have anyone to love me like Bucky loves Beck. And now, so many years later, Iâve got my own version of Bucky and our own little (admittedly younger) version of Orion dictating how our days go. And this has been one of if not my most my favorite fic Iâve ever found. Itâs the one I always come back to, and have read so many times Iâve lost count. I adore it. Itâs what I wished for myself for so long - a loving cute little family of my own. And even now that I do have that, itâs still my favorite to come back to and read when my little one allows me a few moments to myself đ
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It's been about a week & a half since you've seen Bucky Barnes around the Tower. You knew he was out on a mission, but didn't know when he'd be returning. Abby has been asking you if you've see him at work.
You spent an entire evening with Abby sitting in your lap trying to explain that Bucky has to fly away sometimes to stop bad people. And sometimes we didn't know how long he'll be gone. "Are there plenty bad people, Mama?"
Hugging her tight, "There are a lot less, because Sergeant Barnes is very very good at catching the bad guys and putting them in jail. But sometimes his job takes a long time." Abby is silent, which is odd for your talkative daughter. "What's the matter, Baby?"
She shakes her head, getting out of your lap, to hug you around the neck, "Cans I sleeps with yous, Mama?"
Worried, "Ok, baby." Maybe you didn't explain things correctly. Did she not understand?
*****
You've been with Fury all morning attending his meetings with him so you were there when he was notified that Bucky's team returned. You attended the debriefing and you couldn't help but sneak glances at Bucky. Besides a bruise along his jaw and a split lip, he looked fine. You knew Abby was going to be thrilled when you told her tonight that Bucky was home.
After the meeting concluded, you and Bucky were leaving at the same time. "I'm glad your mission was a success, Sergeant."
"Yea, thanks."
"Abby keeps asking me if you were home yet." Bucky laughs softly, but a smile lingers. "We...she was worried. We were worried."
"I'm fine," shrugging off his cuts and bruises.
"I'm glad."
He leans in, making your hold your breath, "My friends call me, Bucky."
A little breathy, "Y/N." Before you know it, you're at your office door.
"See you around, Y/N." He turns as he walks away, "Tell Abby I said 'hi'."
*****
Lifting Abby onto her chair at the dinner table, "Guess who I saw today?"
Her head whips to you, eyes wide, "Mr. S'gent came home?" You smile wide & nod. She claps her hands & screams and slides down from her chair.
"Abby?" She runs away still screaming, "Abigail!" She stops turning back to you. "Get back here, please. What are you doing?"
"I needs to draws him a letter, Mama!"
You laugh, "You need to eat your dinner first. Come sit down." Frowning she waddles back to you. "I didn't say you couldn't do it, but you need to eat dinner first." You kiss her and put her back in her seat.
Still frowning, "Did he get the bad guys?"
"He did!" Placing her raviolis in front of her, clipping a napkin around her neck. Pasta gets a little messy. "He also wanted me to tell you he said 'hi'."
Abby's frown disappears, "He 'members me?"
"Of course he remembers you. I told you he wouldn't forget." She does a happy wiggle in her chair & laughs. She quickly eats her dinner so she can get to her letter writing...drawing.
"Mama?"
"Yes, Baby?"
Bringing her paper to you, "Can you make the words over here?"
"Sure, what do you want it to say?"
Leaning her body against you, looking at the blank paper, "Um...ummm"
"You want me to write, Um Um?"
She laughs, "No, Mama! Writes "good work'."
"You mean good job?"
"Uh huh, yea. Good job." She watches you write and takes the paper back to her little desk. She draws a stick person with colorful circles over her head, that you are guessing are balloons. "Can we go give it to Mr S'gent now?"
"Baby, its late, no. You need to take a bath & go to sleep. When I go to work on Monday, I'll make sure he gets it."
"No! I wants to give it!" Her mouth turns down in a frown & her eyes start to tear.
"Abby, it's the weekend. And you need to go to daycare..."
"Oh, please mama!" You noticed it's not a tantrum or stubbornness, but it's almost like she's distressed.
"Baby?" You gather her in your lap. "What's wrong?" She cries.
You rub her back trying to comfort her. "The bad people."
Aw shit. You shouldn't have told her about bad people when explaining Bucky's job. "You worried about the bad people? What bad people?"
"They...they fight Mr. S'gent." She cries harder. You feel horrible for making her worried. Your eyes fill with tears too.
"Honey, Mr. Sergeant is ok. I promise." Her tears stop but her grip on you hasn't lessen. You untangle yourself from her to wipe away her tears with the hem of your shirt & giving her kisses. "Ok, how about this, you cannot come to work with Mama, but we can go there tomorrow & drop off your letter at his office so he sees it first thing when he comes in to work. How does that sound? You'll be able to give him a surprise and I"m sure that will make him so happy."
"I surprises him?"
You nod, "And after we leave his surprise, we can go to the park & picnic. We can feed the ducks. Would you like that? Would that make you feel better?" She nods & rubs her face in your shirt. "I love you so much, my baby."
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Started: 6/21/21
Last updated: 6/21/21
@wkemeup â Bucky Barnes and some Steve Rogers â Kas is an amazing writer; I have not read a single thing that she has posted that I didnât love. Sheâs so talented!!!!!
@softlybarnes â mainly Bucky Barnes â Another fabulous writer!!!!! I love her work; it is definitely worth reading!
@winter-soldier-vibes â mainly bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers â Her fics are so well written; the angst!!! And a majority of her fics are comfort fics for anyone dealing with mental illness such as depression, anxiety, eating disorders, etc. Her writing never fails to hit me write in the heart but always provides comfort.
@loving-bucky-is-easier â Bucky Barnes fics â Though she has not many, the fics Meg does have are soooo good! #high quality over high quantity all day everyday
@babyboibucky â mainly Bucky Barnes â Bee is amazing; I love all of her one shots and have heard only good things about her series. She does post some particularly saucy stuff so make sure you read the warnings.
@samwilsons-pillowpecs â mainly Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, and Sam Wilson, but also plenty of other characters including Thor â Suz has a great writing style and she has a way of making her stories manifest that just blows me away!
@belladonnabarnes â mainly Bucky Barnes and Loki, but also has some Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and Peter Parker â Two words for you: SO GOOD! Jaye is a wonderful writer and I always look forward to when she posts new stuff.
@divine-mistake â Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and Loki â Taylor writes angst so well that it hits you in the chest every time! #totally worth the pain
@moonstruckbucky â Bucky Barnes and some Steve Rogers â Meg knows what sheâs doing; her one-shots and miniseries are *chefâs kiss*! Love, love, love her work!
@anika-ann â mainly Steve Rogers with some Bucky Barnes â My FAVORITE writer for Steve one-shots! I have yet to find a someone who writes his character as well as her, though several of the other authors listed come very close. Just read her fics, then you will understand.
@certifiedskywalker â Loki, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and others from the MCU â Certi is so talented; several of her fics from each of the characters mentioned above are on my fic-rec lists, and for very good reason. Her writing is phenomenal and she is able to write so well for so many different characters! I havenât read her work outside of MCU fics, but what Iâve read is so sO SO SOOOOO GOOD!
Note: Hihi, This is my first time doing something for Bucky and I really enjoy Social Media AU so why not try one? Please give any feedback if you have any! I donât have a taglist now but might have one in the future so please tell me if you want to be included! And also, I never really thought about how I want this to go so please bear with me if it goes off topic. Thank you!!
Summary:
You and Bucky met when you guys were kids. Everyone that didnât know you thought that you were both dating, everyone that knew you thought that you both should be dating each other. âWeâre just friendsâ âYeah, Weâre just friendsâ were what you both will say when others ask if youâre dating. But are you both really âjust friendsâ ?
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muse: masterlist (musician!bucky barnes x actress!reader)
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series summary: Sheâs his muse and heâs hersâŠitâs just that neither of them know it
warnings: swearing, alcohol
taglist is open lavs
accounts
i: and so it begins
ii: welcome to the cult
iii: epiphanyÂ
iv: if you donât, i will
v: work
vi: fifi and the production crew
vii: simp
viii: this is what helping looks like
ix: sickening
x: call me bucky
xi: spotted
xii: one week later
xiii: that makes no sense
xiv: 12 cats
Can I request a Bucky x reader one shot with a âyouâve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but Iâm so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for youâ type of situation, please? With a happy ending
white shoes (bucky barnes x reader)
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summary: y/n, bucky, and a pair of white shoes
word count: 2202
warnings: swearing, angst idk, mentions of white shoes being ruined, this is not proofread
A/N: this was really fun to write and honestly, idk if any of this makes sense but here we go also i kinda went a teeny tiny bit away from the request and iâm sorry about that
    âAnother date?â Bucky questioned, taking in the sight of y/n digging through her closet, a pile of clothes quickly accumulating on her carpeted floor.
    âDo you ever knock?â y/n narrowed her eyes at him jokingly, looking over at the brunet from behind the closet door.
    âNo, because the last time I did, I broke your door off,â Bucky shrugged, pulling a chuckle from y/n as she recalled the one time Bucky ever knocked on her door.
    Bucky was getting acquainted with his new arm when Sam had very kindly asked him to call y/n down from her room to tell her about an upcoming mission.
    âBut I donât even know her,â Bucky had pointed out, earning a shrug from Sam.
    âTough shit. Take this as a chance to get to know your colleagues if thatâs the case,â Sam smiled, patting Bucky on the back before making his way to the fridge.
    With a huffâand a few directions from FRIDAYâhe made his way to y/n l/nâs bedroom in the compound.
    He brought his prosthetic arm up to the doorâhe was trying to learn more about how its capabilities, after allâbefore hearing a snap before the door, rather than swinging open, began to fall forward onto him.
    âIncoming door!â a voice exclaimed from inside the room right before he knew he was going to have a wooden door slam onto his head. Except it didnât. Bucky looked above him to see the door suspended in the air, flashes of yellow light surrounding it.
    âLet me get that for you,â Bucky chuckled awkwardly, pulling the door away from the forces keeping it up and setting it right next to the doorway.
    âHi, Iâm y/n l/n and Iâm assuming youâre the guy who knocked my door down?â she questioned looking up at him with e/c eyes.
    âYeah, Iâm sorry about that. I can fix it, I swear!â Bucky panicked before y/n shook her head, chuckling.
    That incredibly awkward interaction was the start of a beautiful friendship for the pair. They found comfort in each other and held nothing but the utmost respect for each other. Especially after one managed to pull a prank on the other; they had their occasional prank wars.
    âWoah, sheâs bringing out the French. What? You liked French fries so much, you decided you wanted to date a French person?â Bucky quipped, pulling a shrug from y/n
    âNo, but Mikeâs part French and I figured I could put some of my skills to use,â y/n shrugged unsurely, plopping right next to Bucky who was seated at the edge of her bed.
    The brunet wouldnât admit it, but he found himself growing jealous of Mike. A pit formed in his stomach and his breath got caught in his throat at the thought of y/n going on a date with that guy.
    âMike? As in one of the agents downstairs? Iâm pretty sure heâs only one/sixteenth French. The guy canât even pronounce croissant correctly when he tries speaking French,â Bucky scoffed, earning a shrug from y/n.
    âHeâs trying to get in touch with his roots. I find it charming, I guess?â y/n smiled. Truth be told, the girl wasnât quite sure why she even agreed to go out with Mike. Okay, maybe the little voice in the back of her head knew exactly why she agreed to go out with Mike; because the one guy she was interested in didnât seem to look at her the same way she looked at him and she knew she had to get over him somehow.
    It seemed giving Mike a chance was one of the ways she thought up to help her cope with her feelings for a certain dark-haired supersoldier.
    âIâm getting in touch with my roots too, see?â Bucky chuckled, running his hand through the roots of his hair, unconsciously also slipping into his old Brooklyn accent. y/n wanted someone who was in touch with their roots? Maybe his old accent could show her he embraced his roots, his past, and where he came from.
    âNo, youâre touching your roots, not getting in touch with your roots. Thereâs a difference,â y/n pointed out as her brows furrowed, âwait, do you not want me to go on a date with Mike?â
    âIâd rather you go out with meâ Bucky wanted to tell her, but he knew he couldnât. Not yet, at least.
    âI donât care who you date. As a matter of fact, Iâll even help you pick out something to wear without making a mess of your closet. Seriously, doll, couldnât you just put everything back on a hanger?â Bucky smiled, ignoring the thoughts running through his head.
    âOh, okay,â y/n sounded defeated as those words left her mouth. She gave him a sad smile before falling backwards onto her bed, allowing herself to sink into the soft mattress.
    The thought of sabotaging the date crossed Buckyâs mind once or twice as he browsed through the items in her closet, but he couldnât bring himself to do it. If Mike made her happy, he would just have to be happy for her.
    Then, his eyes grazed upon a beautiful red velvet dress heâd only ever seen her wear once on an undercover mission in London. He could remember how beautiful and elegant she looked in it. More importantly, he saw how happy and confident she felt in the dress; qualities y/n didnât regularly exhibit.
    âTry this on,â Bucky requested, tossing the dress at y/n.
    âAre you kidding? Itâs not like weâre going to some fancy ass restaurant,â y/n shook her head, stroking the soft velvet fabric.
    âSo? First dates are supposed to be memorable, doll. There is no way in hell heâll forget you in that dress,â Bucky smiled, his hand holding hers reassuringly. Her heart fluttered upon hearing the nickname Bucky often used for her; doll. She taught herself not to think about it too much, it probably didnât mean anything.
    âAnd youâre sure itâs not too dressy?â y/n questioned, her brows furrowing as she considered wearing the dress.
    âIâm not a fashion expert like Nat or Wanda, but Iâm sure you could throw a jacket or something over it if you donât want it looking too dressy,â Bucky shrugged, heading to her closet to pick out a jacket to go with the dress.
    âI just donât want him to think Iâm too high-maintenance, yâknow? I mean I am, occasionally, but he doesnât have to know that,â y/n rambled, staring blankly at the dress.
    âIf this guy likes you, heâll understand,â Bucky smiled warmly at her. âLike I do,â he wanted to add, but he couldnât find it in himself to tell y/n how he felt, not right away.
    âNo offense, but with every crazy thing going on in my life, any guy Iâm dating should be entitled to not understanding a bunch of shit,â y/n chuckled, patting Bucky on the back as she made her way to her closet too.
    She pulled out a white knit sweater from one of the hangers and layered it over the dress, which she spread onto the bed, to see how it would look. She tilted her head, studying the two garments of clothing as though she was an art enthusiast at the Louvre.
    âWhat do you think?â she questioned, turning to Bucky who stood right next to her, studying the clothing just as she was.
    âI think that sweaterâs mine,â Bucky quipped, recalling how y/n borrowed the sweater from him during a cold night out with the team. y/n shrugged at his response, a bashful smile on her face.
    âIt looks better on me than it does you,â y/n chuckled, patting him on the back before heading to her closet to pick out shoes to match the outfit Bucky helped her pick out. A pair of beautiful white pumps caught her eye, biting her lip as she thought about wearing it.
    âTheyâre beautiful. You should wear them,â Bucky smiled at her as though heâd read her mind.
    âI donât want them to get dirty while Iâm out,â y/n shook her head, staring at the pristine conditions the shoes were in; a result of her only ever wearing them inside the tower.
    âWell, if they get dirty, Iâll clean âem myself,â Bucky insisted, wanting y/n to feel her best while she was out. He knew how most of her dates went; the whole lot of them were assholes whoâd make her feel inadequate. Assholes whoâd comment on how she was too underdressed, too overdressed, lacking in something, too much of something else. All that rather than telling her how amazing and beautiful she was like Bucky would have done for her had he been the one going out with her.
    âAlright. I have my outfit!â y/n exclaimed excitedly, throwing her arms around Bucky gratefully.
    âIf it werenât for me, that pile would be taller and you still wouldnât have your outfit. You have me to thank, so youâre welcome,â Bucky winked before making his way out her room, giving her the time and space to get ready.
    It took her a while to get ready, but it was worth it. She made her way to the living room where Bucky was watching TV, stepping right in front of him.
    âHey! I was watching!â he quipped before taking in the sight of y/n. His breath got caught in his throat; she was beautiful. Of course, to Bucky, y/n was always the most beautiful woman in the tower, and based off the proud smile she had on her red-painted lips, she was starting to feel like it too.
    âWhat do you think?â y/n questioned, running through her hands through her h/c hair which sheâd styled in a casual ponytail.
    âYou look amazing,â Bucky smiled at her, resisting the urge to just ask her to ditch Mike altogether and to ask her out instead. âIâm amazing at picking clothes,â he added just to add a bit of their friendly banter in the conversation.
    âSo, Iâll see you later? I need to catch a cab,â y/n questioned, checking the time on her phone.
    âYep. Iâll see you around,â Bucky smiled down at her, watching as she made her way to the elevator.
    âThe prick didnât even bother to pick her up from the damned tower,â Bucky grumbled, settling into the couch, the only thing on his mind being how y/n was way too good for Mike.
    Bucky found himself wondering how y/nâs date went. He wasnât left to wonder for long when the elevator opened with a beep just thirty minutes after y/n left for her date. Expecting it to be someone else entering the compound, he had his back turned to the elevator as he absentmindedly flipped through the catalog of shows to watch on Netflix.
    It wasnât until the couch cushion next to him and he heard a familiar sigh that he averted his gaze from the TV.
    âYouâre back early,â Bucky commented, putting the remote down and turning to face y/n.
    âYeah, well, he stepped on my shoes,â y/n shrugged nonchalantly, confusing Bucky.
    âAnd you left because of that?â Bucky raised a brow at her, studying her expression.
    âNot just that. He stepped on my shoes and didnât do anything,â y/n repeated, looking expectantly at Bucky as though what sheâd just said was supposed to make sense to him.
    âWell, you shouldnât have left. I would have cleaned your shoes anyways,â Bucky chuckled, taking a look at y/nâs mud-stained shoes.
    âExactly! You, you would have cleaned my shoes. This guy just stomped on them,â y/n mumbled, as though she was having an existential crisis.
    âWell, do you want me to clean them now orââ Bucky spoke, confused at y/nâs behavior before being cut off by y/n.
    âNo! Goddamnit, the shoes are a horrible metaphor. I need someone whoâll clean my shoes, not contribute to their destruction like I do when I step on the back part of it because my feet were getting uncomfortable in them!â y/n explained, leaving Bucky very confused.
    âSo, you want a personal assistant?â Bucky questioned, brows furrowing.
    âNo! I need someone whoâll take care of me! I need someone whoâs there for me no matter what! I need someone I like spending time with and I need someone who always makes me feel loves; like Iâm the most important person in the world! I need someone like you,â y/n exclaimed before pausing to take a deep breath, âI-I need you.â
    ây/n, are you saying what I think youâre saying? Because if youâre not, we can forget all about this conversation,â Bucky questioned her, his voice quiet as he processed y/nâs words.
    âI like you, Bucky! I like you a lot and I donât know how you feel about me or anything butââ y/n rambled, only to be interrupted by a pair of soft lips against hers.
    âDoes that help?â Bucky questioned as he pulled away from her, looking down at her lovingly.
    âYep. It definitely does,â y/n chuckled, tugging on Buckyâs shirt and pulling him closer to her for another kiss.
Summary: You spend thousands of dollars at a bachelor auction for Bucky when you couldâve had him for free this entire time.
Pairing: bucky x reader
a/n: this fic is damning evidence that idiots in love is my favorite genre, your honor. iâve more likely than not used this gif before but idc because im lov it
Tony Stark is a humanitarianâ a fact you have neither forgotten, nor will he allow you to forget.Â
Oftentimes, heâll remind you verbally and, other times, a visual reminder will be posted on the teamâs social media accounts. The pictures of him at the elephant sanctuary he helped found in Thailand are your personal favorites.
If news of his latest cause is not filling the pages of The Times or showing up on CNNâs special segment of Billionaires Who Care with Christiane Amanpour, itâs being distributed via monthly text reminder of reasons to leave Tonyâs special coffee aloneâ last month you were told, âHis donations allowed the doors of Planned Parenthood to remain open in developing nations such as Burkina Faso, and all he asks for in return is that his teammates do not finish his goddamn coffee.âÂ
Of course, because you all live for him sniffing out your mugs at morning meetings to discover the culprit, his reminders only lead to greater coffee theft as it, in turn, increases the redness in his face when he finds the morally corrupt heathenous criminalâ who is usually Clint.Â
In true Tony Stark fashion, though, his favorite way to remind you all, and the rest of the world, is through a gala. A gala where champagne flows like water, money is no object, extravagance is to be expected, and, as a member of the team, attendance is mandatory.Â
At first, you hated the damn things. Itâs not like youâve ever cared about the private island one guest owns which another guest is so obviously jealous of, or if the deal to buy a chunk of land on the light side of the moon before that hippie Elon Musk usurps it all has successfully closed.Â
But now? Now that youâve learned how to direct the money those snots brag ostentatiously about into causes you truly care for with a couple little sly techniques, you fucking love the things.Â
You and Natasha have a game, actually. Whose Shameless and Absolutely Disingenuous Flirting Will Lead to More Money Donated to (Insert Tonyâs Latest Cause Here)?Â
Natasha is the current titleholder as Smelly Von Oil Tycoonâs wife shooed you away before you could close the million dollar deal and Cowboy Hat McFast Food Franchise would have given up his entire company if Natasha kept batting her eyelashes at him. But in the end, just as every other time the two of you have played, you both felt like winners because the almost obscene amount of money was helping fund housing for Rohingya refugees living in Bangladesh. The competitive edge to it is just for entertainment.Â
This time, though, seeing as this event is an auction and you are in no mood to flirt with red-faced old men with paper-thin skin, you have taken to auctioneering with Sam.Â
Summary: Youâre new in town, enjoying a beer in a bar in Brooklyn, about to start your dream job on Monday. So what if you leave the bar with the hot stranger on the back of his bike? Youâre an adult, and this is only going to last for one night (or weekend) before responsibility calls on Monday morning. Youâre never going to see him again, after all. Whatâs the worst that could happen?
Warnings: Fluff. Smut. Minor angst (maybe?). Mentions of a bad and controlling ex. Fake dating. One night stands. Mistaken identity. Bed sharing. Lovers to friends to lovers. Each chapter will have individual warnings.
(Chapter marked with a * contain smut)
Part One // Part Two // Part Three* // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six // Part Seven // Part Eight // Part Nine // Part Ten // Part Eleven *complete*
A/N: Hope youâll like it Anon :) Hereâs the song
â« Came into this world
Daddyâs little girl
And daddy made a soldier out of me â«
Steve was giving Bucky a tour of the headquarters when a soft voice that seemed to come from the walls stopped Bucky dead in his tracks. He looked around him, his body tense and alert.
âItâs alright.â Steve assured him, one hand rising to rest on Buckyâs shoulder.
âThe hell is that?â Bucky gasped as the soft music filled the corridor.
âItâs just Y/n.â
âWhere is she?â
Steve looked up at the ceiling and sighed. âIâd say sheâs in the air ducts.â He scoffed when Bucky looked at him in disbelief. âShe likes to be alone. I donât think youâll see her a lot outside of missions. Everyone here has their quirks. Clint sleeps on the roof and Vision can pass through walls. Youâll get used to it.â
âI miss Budapest.â Bucky exhaled forcefully, following Steve.
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Warnings: language, Brock Rumlow gets a well deserved punch in the face
Summary: On Buckyâs birthday, your son has a very important question to ask him. And it may just be the greatest gift anyone has ever given him.
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Bucky collapsed on the couch next to you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. You leaned up, giving him a light peck on the cheek before resting your head on his chest. It had been quite the day for both of you.
Today was Buckyâs thirty-sixth birthday. You and your son, Tyler, had planned the whole day out for him to celebrate. It started with an early morning breakfast in bed; Tyler claimed he made most of it, but he couldnât work a toaster to save his life. Once breakfast finished, you packed up the car and headed to the beach. Bucky had told you weeks in advance that he didnât want to do anything too crazy for his birthday, so you agreed a family beach trip would be perfect. And it was.
You spent most of the time lounging in a beach chair with a book, while Tyler kept Bucky busy working on âthe biggest hole in the universe.â Even if Bucky denied it, you knew he was just as excited to see how deep they could dig together.