Looking For A Heartbeat (ch. 22/26)

Looking For a Heartbeat (ch. 22/26)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Series Summary: You and Bucky used to be in a relationship. Feelings were hurt, you left.  It’s been two years and you’re back. You both will handle the reunion well, won’t you?

Word Count: 5,2K

Warnings for this chapter: fluff, cute kids, dad!bucky. 

A/N:  Thank you @suz-123 for being so amazing. I’m sorry for taking so  long to write this one.  For some reason it  was one of the hardest chapters for me. Ooo, I finally  have chapter count and I’ll most likely end it at the 26th.Links are messing up posts, you can find the masterlist link on my description.

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The One With Ori's Boyfriend

Bucky meeting Ori's first serious boyfriend during college.

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"I know she's gonna date. That's not the issue."

Y/n smiles as she mixes the salad in front of her.

"Well, what's the issue?"

Bucky huffs and leans his elbows on the counter next to his wife. "I don't even know this guy and he's been spending all this time with her?"

"I think that's the point of tonight, Buck. You're going to get to know him because he's important to her."

"Why ya gotta be all logical right now? I'm tryin' to be irrational before they get here so I don't act like an idiot and upset our daughter."

She grins and presses a lingering kiss to his cheek. "You won't do that. You're not that kind of man and we both know it. Just remember that while no one is good enough for our baby she loves him."

"She loves him?" Bucky whines and drops his head onto the counter.

None of this is fair. Why couldn't she have stayed nine years old forever?

The doorbell rings and Leo comes racing downstairs, sliding on the wood floor to get to the front door first. "I'll get it! I'll get it! It's sissy!"

Bucky wasn't far behind his boy.

"I missed you, too, bubba." Ori kisses Leo's cheek and sets him back on the ground. There's a tall boy looming behind her, nervous and looking a little green. Bucky likes that even though he doesn't want to admit it.

Ori beams at Bucky and throws her arms around his neck. "Hi Daddy."

Bucky kisses her cheek and wraps her in a bear hugs, lifting her feet off the ground for just a second. "Hi, comet. How's it goin' baby? They come and fix the radiator?"

Ori rolls her eyes but she's smiling fondly.

"Yes, dad. Cole was there when the guy came by because I had class."

Bucky did not like that. His job is to take care of Ori. Not some guy he doesn't know. Bucky could have came by but Ori called Cole instead. He swallows his irritation and meets the boy's eye, holding out his left hand, "I guess you're Cole? Thanks for taking care of my girl."

Cole leans forward and shakes Bucky's hand, firm and secure in himself despite the queasiness on his face. "I am. Of course, Mr. Barnes. It was no problem at all. I would rather be there than Ori handle it on her own with some strange guy."

Okay, Bucky likes that. He's not about to tell Cole that. Not yet anyway.

Y/n walks up behind Bucky and kisses Ori's cheek. "Cassie is upstairs pouting over last night. Nice to meet you, Cole. Though I've heard so much about you I feel like I know you."

The tension in his shoulders relaxes and he offers her a smile. "I'm sure my mom feels the same way about Ori. It's nice to put a face to your voice, Mrs. Barnes."

Bucky looks at his wife and raised a brow and she shrugs a shoulder. They would have to talk about that!

Ori looks at her mother and frowns. "Cassie is still upset?"

She looks at her daughter and smirks. "She loves her big sister and wanted to spend the night. What can I say?"

Bucky pats Cole on the shoulder and urges him inside. "Why don't you and I go have a talk outside while Ori wrangles her sister?"

Cole's eyes widen and he looks at Ori who smiles encouragingly. She already warned him. Her dad loves her quite a bit and is too sweet for his own good. Cole's got nothing to worry about.

"Yeah, sure, Mr. Barnes."

"None of that. Just Bucky. Save all that mister stuff for when you meet her uncles."

"Her uncles?"

Cole gulps.

"Oh, yeah. It ain't just me you gotta win over."

Take Your Time

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky braves a bar in Bucharest, unknowingly changing his life forever.

Warnings: alcohol, angst, mentions of abuse, mentions of cheating, mild smut

A/N: hello, everyone. This is the first time I’m posting a piece of writing on Tumblr. It’s inspired by the song Take Your Time by Sam Hunt. Please do let me know what you think, feedback is always appreciated. If I’ve missed any warnings, I’m so sorry, let me know. 

He had never been this far before. Perhaps far was too strong of a word, it was, after all, only across the street. And yet, to Bucky Barnes, it was as far as crossing the Pacific Ocean.  His heart was hammering like a freight train at full speed, threatening to burst out the confines of his ribcage as he placed a hand on the door. It wasn’t too late to change his mind, to turn around and run across the street and up the winding stairs back into the safety of the tiny apartment he was renting. But he willed his feet forward, not keen to spend yet another long night in the fragments of his lonely, jumbled mind.

The stench of cheap liquor and sweat hit him first, a few curse words and drunken chortles ringing through the air, punctuating the steady pounding of music. Bucky’s face involuntarily scrunched at that. He wasn’t sure what music he did like, but it certainly wasn’t whatever that awful electronic wail was. The other patrons didn’t seem to mind, too consumed in their beer to notice the man in a black baseball cap tentatively taking a seat closest to the door. He was so engrossed in scoping out an exit strategy, two or three in fact, that he didn’t notice her until she was waving her hand in front of his face.

Bucky jerked, trying to push down his instinct to throw his left fist at the sudden disturbance. She didn’t recoil. She didn’t even flinch. She held up her hands, as if to surrender, and then she smiled and he swore his heart stopped.

“What can I get you?”

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Mr. Self Destruct 3

Part One Part Two

Warnings: Bucky’s a bastard, control, PTSD and other lovely mental issues, noncon (oral, toyplay, restraints, vaginal and anal sex)

This is dark!Bucky Barnes and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary:  Bucky has been left by his closest friend. With no other choice, he works for Stark Industries in the name of both Stark and Rogers but before he can begin his new position, he is mandated to attend counselling. With you, the company’s resident therapist.

Note: I’m just taking a break from Tapestry for a day or two. I wanted to finish this little series first. This is just all the kink and darkness so enjoy. Love you all.

Anyway :) Please like, reply, and/or reblog if you read.

Bucky didn’t show the next day. Even as you finished up with your last patient and waited around an hour. You laughed at yourself sardonically after you’d sat back and realized what you were waiting for. You expected to find him in your bedroom again but he wasn’t there either. He was definitely in control. Not just of the sessions, but your life.

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Trouble

Warnings: Language, Murder, Smut-ish

Words: 2.7k

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Summary: Maybe the narcissistic playboy is smarter than most people give him credit for. Sequel to My Oh My

Song: Trouble by Halsey

*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.

Would you bleed for me?

Lick it off my lips like you needed me?

The bar is cozy – intimate – in your opinion for an east side dive.

You’ve been listening to this guy for the last hour and a half and it’s obvious by now he’s not connected to Fisk. Parker owes you lunch for sending you after this lead. You regret flirting in the beginning, because now he’s giving you the look.

Men.

The ringing of his cell phone is a saving grace and he excuses himself to take the call. Giving you a few moments to develop an exit strategy. Ducking out the back door is your first instinct.

“Hi,” the voice in your ear sends an icy chill down your spine, regardless of his hot breath against your neck. Your mind races with questions as he leans against the bar, cool gaze staring into you.

What is he doing here? The sound of his voice returning you to that night.

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