Summary: After Bucky comes to your aid in a moment of panic you extend an invitation to family dinner. Neither of you could have foreseen how this small act of kindness would alter you, and your life, forever.

Warnings: Mentions of, and a situation set up for, being attacked by a man. Swearing, I can’t NOT.
Word Count: 905
Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Author’s Note: Hello my Freaky Darlings!  This fic has been sitting in my drafts for too long and I feel like I need to post it otherwise I’ll never get the drive to finish.  I’m not sure how many parts it will have, as the story continues to evolve as I explore the Reader.  

The chapters will be released once a week and will be of varying lengths. I’m going for quality over quantity, my dudes.

I had three wonderful people helping and encouraging me, it’s because of them that this is ever getting posted. Thank you @the-pri-experience @tatortot2701 and @bxckytrxsh for your support, you are all so lovely xo

After the shift you’d had at the hospital today, the last thing you wanted to do was stop for groceries. The crowded aisles, the long lines, the unpacking at home; none of these things sounded as good as Netflix and wine. Normally you’d put it off and order delivery but the fact that your entire family would be staying at your house this weekend meant it was a necessity.  God knows how much food your brothers could tuck back…

With a sigh, you pulled into a parking stall and made your way inside the store. It was getting late, your brother Jordan would give you the ‘disappointed face’ if he knew you were running errands alone: his fiancée Karen had been attacked a couple years ago while walking through a parkade after hours. With that thought, you hurriedly weaved through the aisles stocking up on snacks and the basics, like eggs and bread. The store was practically deserted so you were able to navigate around with ease: which was good because holiday hours meant it was closing early. You and another woman were the last two out before they locked the doors.

Night had fallen while you were inside and the parking lot had an ominous feeling about it. You and the other lady gave each other nervous glances and hurriedly made your way to your cars. You were really regretting your lazy morning and wished you had just done the shopping before work.

The other woman only had a few bags and was done well before you, but you were relieved to see that she sat in her car on the phone while you unloaded your full cart. Your nerves had your mind racing, and all the details of Karen’s attack were flooding your brain, amping up your anxiety. The hair on your arms was standing on end and your gut was telling you to hustle. Before you could finish packing the trunk and return your cart, the other shopper finished her phone call and started to drive away.

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Rescued pt 5

Summary:  After Bucky comes to your aid in a moment of panic you extend an invitation to family dinner. Neither of you could have foreseen how this small act of kindness would alter you, and your life, forever.

Warnings: Fire, fear, swearing
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1271

A/N: Alrighty, things are starting to pick up! I apologize for how useless the reader comes across, I know a lot of you bad ass bitches will have a hard time identifying with her. Hold fast, my Freaky Darlings, this is only the beginning and people can change! @bxckytrxsh continues to be my support and this will only ever see completion because of her support and listening to me ramble 5 possible plot lines all night.


His easy acceptance made you giddy and you gave up on whispering, laughing loudly you leaned in on tippy toes and kissed him.

Breaking for air a few minutes later a sobering thought struck you.

“Oh! Shit. I, uh I have no free beds… ”

“I can crash on the couch, it’s no big deal,” he assured you with a smile.

You both started towards the living room, intending to make the couch as comfortable as possible, but were halted by your mom’s muffled voice coming from her room upstairs.

“Don’t be such a prude, Y/n. Bucky can sleep with you!”

Originally posted by fire-rescue-ems

You woke in the middle of the night to the feeling of someone shaking your shoulder. Once you were fully conscious you groggily sat up in bed, groaning in confusion and irritation.

“Wha? Bucky, what’s going on?”

“I smell smoke,” he said, causing you to look at him like he was crazy and cautiously sniffing the air.

“I’m sure it’s just from the fire we had earlier. Come lie do-” you were cut off by Bucky grabbing your hand and dragging you out of your room to investigate.

Smoke billowed into your bedroom as soon as Bucky opened the door. Quickly ducking to avoid breathing any of the acrid smoke in, Bucky grabbed his shirt and wrapped it around your face.

“Hold this over your nose!” He spoke urgently, but through your shock, his voice was just a muffled noise in your head. “Y/N! We gotta go!”

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Rescued pt. 6

Summary:  After Bucky comes to your aid in a moment of panic you extend an invitation to family dinner. Neither of you could have foreseen how this small act of kindness would alter you, and your life, forever.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Nightmares, guns, car accidents, swearing (It’s me)
Word Count:1705

Author’s Note: 

Originally posted by liquid-sugar-tits


After giving everyone a hug and expressing your relief that they were all relatively unscathed you inquired about Jack’s current condition. 

No one had heard from the Burn Center since Jack went in for surgery but your mom had been promised a phone call once he was out. Everyone was planning on heading upstate the next morning to go be with him there.

“At least Bucky is there with him right now,” you sighed, taking a seat.

“Bucky?” Your dad shot you a confused look, “He took off as soon as the first responders arrived. Didn’t want the attention, he said.” 

“Y/N,” Jordan asked you gravely, “who is that guy?!”

Originally posted by jxmesbuchanan

By the time everyone but Michael had been released from the local hospital, it was late Saturday afternoon.  It was too late for anyone to drive home, and they all wanted to stay with you anyways.  You were still numb after losing your house, and everyone had all come close to losing a family member. Being all together seemed to be the most important thing.

Squeezing into Jordan’s truck, everyone rode in silence to the hotel where you’d be sleeping for the foreseeable future.  Who knew how long the investigation would last, then there would be dealing with your insurance company and waiting for them to settle a claim. You still haven’t officially taken leave from work but had spoken to a few fellow nurses while your family had been admitted, you knew the news of the fire would spread fast enough. There was so much that needed to be done, just making a mental list was giving you a migraine. 

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Rescued pt. 3

Summary:  After Bucky comes to your aid in a moment of panic you extend an invitation to family dinner. Neither of you could have foreseen how this small act of kindness would alter you, and your life, forever.

Warnings: Mentions of military service, swearing
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1113

Author’s Note: All of your comments, likes, reblogs, and requests to be tagged are seriously giving me life you guys.  You’re fueling this story! The day this gets posted is the day I’m leaving on a road trip to visit my brother. I’ll be in the mountains, without cell service (he’s basically Grizzly Adams) for five days and will post part 4 when I return! If you would like to be tagged send me an ask or message!


Turning to Bucky with imploring eyes, you could see that he was already assessing the situation. His gaze went from your red-rimmed eyes to your battered knuckles, then over to your Mom’s wasted frame. The tension in the air still hadn’t dissipated and you would have been shocked if he hadn’t sensed it. You stood there nervously for three hours (or was it only seconds?) for him to react. His next move took you by surprise.

“Hello… babe,” he smiled awkwardly as the endearment came out as more of a question. Walking over to you and throwing his arm around your shoulders he looked towards your parents and waved, “I’m Bucky, you must be Y/N’s grandparents?”

Oh shit.

Originally posted by bellamyblakesgun

Bucky’s comment had actually come at the perfect time: the awkward silence broken by uncontrollable laughter had reset the mood for the long weekend. Your Mom’s vanity had taken a small blow and Bucky was still a dark shade of red at dinnertime but at least your brothers had appreciated the laugh. It had seemingly earned Bucky a theoretical gold star as they had held off questioning him up until dinner.

“So, Bucko, what is it that you do for a living?” Jordan kept his tone light but you could tell from his analytical gaze that The Grilling had commenced.

Bucky, to his credit, never broke eye contact, even while helping himself to a generous dollop of mashed potatoes and passing your Dad the gravy. “I used to be a Sergeant in the army but now I do private security.”

“Thank you, son, for your service,” your Dad clapped his hand on his shoulder and gave him a sad smile. “I’m a veteran myself.”

Bucky sat back and assessed your Dad for a second and then asked, “Phu Bai, Da Nang, or Chu Lai?” 

For the third time today a stunned silence fell upon the gathering. Everyone zeroed in on Bucky, wondering how on earth he had known your Dad was a marine and had been stationed at the Da Nang enclave. 

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Rescued pt. 2

Summary: After Bucky comes to your aid in a moment of panic you extend an invitation to family dinner. Neither of you could have foreseen how this small act of kindness would alter you, and your life, forever.

Warnings: Mentions of cancer and death, self-harm. Swearing, as always.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count:1481

Author’s Note: You know how pretentious it feels to refer to myself as an Author?!   As always, massive round of applause to the ever lovely @the-pri-experience @tatortot2701 and @bxckytrxsh whom I adore.


“What are you doing this weekend?”

He looked a bit surprised and taken aback at your sudden question but Tall Dark and Handsome answered honestly, “Nothing. I don’t really have family here so I usually spend holidays alone.” He shrugged, as if embarrassed, and you only became more determined by his answer.

“Good, that settles it then,” you grin up at him. “You’ll have Good Friday dinner with me.” Quickly writing down your address and phone number you shoved the paper in his hands and began to drive away.

You only made it twenty feet before your car screeched to a halt and you called out, “I’m Y/N, by the way!”

Laughing and shaking his head at the turn of events, he replied, “You can call me Bucky.”

The next morning you barely had time for a cup of coffee before the first of your family members began to arrive. Almost everyone lived in-state but because of your central location and five bedroom house, everyone tended to converge here.

Your oldest brother, and a very pregnant Karen, arrived first. Even though he lived the farthest away Jordan always tried to be first to arrive for three reasons. 1) He wanted first dibs on the loft above the garage, by far the best guest space, 2) he could set booby traps for the others, and 3) he rifled through your snack cupboard and hid all the mini eggs so he wouldn’t have to share. 

As he set to work short sheeting the other beds, you set to work making tea for Karen and catching up on all the latest baby and wedding planning news.

You were plating lunch as two trucks pulled up; your other brothers were here. Jack and Michael were the middle kids, identical twins, and always competing. ALWAYS. About e-ver-y-thing. This moment was a perfect example. They lived together but chose to drive separately so they could race.

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