Vincent Renzi x reader
Word count: 1.8k
A/n: the dialogue is italicized because my French isn’t good enough (yet) to right proper dialogue.
Moments like these were precious to Vincent. These quiet serene moments where the only sound was the chirping of birds and the soft, mellow music in the background that accompanied it. He liked to light a cigarette, lean into his chair as he sat on his small balcony, looking out to the sky and the street below him.
“Oh, awesome,” Bucky replies, after Steve finally finishes his long winded story of his personal best mile while they waited for you and Sam to return.
Steve quirks his head, unused to the newest addition to Bucky's vocabulary. “What did you just say?”
“I said that’s awesome," Bucky repeats, a confused expression painting his face, "Do you need to get your hearing checked or something?”
“Or something,” Steve mutters under his breath.
"Hey, guys!" you greet.
"How'd it go?" Bucky asks.
You shrug, "Sam got in trouble."
"Hey, you got in trouble too!" Sam points out.
"Yeah, but you got in more trouble," you cheekily counter.
"Whatever," Sam bitterly mutters, crossing his arms in a huff.
"What about you guys?" you ask Bucky and Steve. "Anything interesting happen while we were gone?"
"Well, I just shaved off another 7 seconds off my run time. Getting closer to a mile a minute."
“Oh, awesome!” you reply
Steve opens his mouth, his eyes flickering between you and Bucky. He closes it a moment later, opting not to say anything.
You jut your thumb over to Steve, quietly asking Bucky, "What's up with him?"
Bucky shrugs, "Dunno, he's been weird all day."
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Series Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.
Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au
Warnings - smut. age gap (but all legal and consensual). cursing. angst. alcohol consumption.
Author's Note - another idea i've had for so long!! set in a beautiful coastal beach town - picture sunshine, sailing, beaches and your dad's hot best friend. what more could you want?
Ugh I love this fic so much I keep rereading it
Summary: Cry Baby went on a date? And, it wasn't with Bucky?
Warning: Smoking. Alcohol, tipsy motorcycle driving. DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE KIDS. Crying. Bucky is so toxic but sweet, I'm a fool.
Word Count: 1528
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A/N: I speed-wrote this so the posting schedule wasn't out of sync, but ooops hit the post now button too early. Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as it is mine.
Tags: buckys0whore | @thezombieprostitute
Taglist now please !!! This was so good ong, I haven’t read a biker fic in so long and this one might just get me into them again. I’m so excited for morrreeeee
saw this on tiktok and idk why but I see Bucky realizing this.
and then the next time y’all are about to fuck, he’s on his knees praying and you’re like “wtf are you doing???” and he simply replies “saying Grace before I eat you out” with a big ass smirk and then he just dives in akdbsjdbsnns
vincent is also a professor in the screenplay…
Professor renzi anyone?
MILF (man I love frank castle)
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posting a nsfw version later on @billycutler
pink means fluff
purple means angst
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Bucky x reader
Summary: Bucky is bored filling out the paperwork. Luckily, you're there to distract him.
Words: 616
Once or twice a week, Bucky worked in his office to handle the paperwork. This was one of those days. You softly knocked on Bucky's half-closed door to his office. His eyes looked up from the pile of paperwork in front of him. Honestly, you thought he had fallen asleep.
"Hey, Buck." You smiled, shutting the door and walking to his desk.
"Hi, doll." He stretched his arms above his head, leaning back in the chair.
"I brought you coffee." You pecked his cheek and placed the mug on the desk, leaning against the table in front of him.
Pairing: Ex-Husband!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Word Count: 5.7k
Summary: Even though Bucky is your ex-husband, you still have to see him often because of your shared son. But the heated tension, the spark that is still very much alive after your divorce, finally reaches its peak when you come home from your date.
Warnings: Mentions of divorce, small amount of angst, mutual pining, jealousy, kissing, smut, oral (fem receiving), daddy kink, p in v sex, derogatory names, spitting, happy ending.
Author’s Note: Unbeta’d, warning graphics and dividers by @rookthorne
Summary: You have a habit of calling people by cute nicknames or monikers, and Bucky isn't sure why it made him feel so good.
a/n: I'm breaking my hiatus finally!!! this is just a cute lil fic somewhat based on first time by hozier without the thought-provoking underlying angst. 1.9k
Content/Warnings: tfaws!Bucky, fluff, pining, tfaws fight scenes, zemo mention, multiple Sam appearances, references to fights/violence, use of y/n, use of the nickname doll when referring to the reader, friends to lovers? (let me know if i'm forgetting anything)
Believe it or not, Bucky Barnes tried to not think about his past.
Though his efforts to make amends were a work-in-progress, and his name was brought up in the press more often than he preferred, Bucky Barnes tried to think about his past as little as possible.
The first time you called him James was the first time he had liked the way it sounded. You had smiled at him, sweet and welcoming, as Sam introduced the two of you.
“It’s nice to meet you, James.” God, did it fall off your tongue in the nicest way. “Thank you for looking after birdbrain over here.” You giggled at Sam’s distant-sounding protest.
The last part is what got me fr. It’s so fucking sweet and I love the eventual progression to the nicknames
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