#marvelfluffbingo
Title: that’s what you get for waking up in vegas
Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/39101106
Squares filled: Clint Barton for @anyfandomgoesbingo, Clint Barton for @samwilsonbingo, Woke up married for @marvelfluffbingo
Pairing: Marvel: Clint/Sam
Rating: General
Word count: 1,276
Summary:Sam knew Vegas was going to be crazy, but he didn’t think his trip would end up with him being married to Clint Barton.
Square Filled for @marvelfluffbingo (2022): Brother’s best friend
Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Plussized!Reader (Steve Rogers adopted sister)
Word Count: 1,8 k
Summary: You brother’s best friend can be intense, and ass, but still so irresistible…
Warnings: angst, language, Bucky being an insensitive douche, low self-esteem, arguments, miscommunication, brother’s best friend trope, Bucky is a possessive bastard, Steve doesn’t want anyone near you
Rating: Mature
Divider by @firefly-graphics
2022 MARVEL FLUFF BINGO masterlist
“Why not, Bucky,” Sharon sighs deeply. She tried to talk to her boyfriend’s best friend and declared brother in arms into asking you out. “It’s the most important party this year. Steve wants to make Tony Stark’s parties look like a children’s birthday party in contrast to our party. Y/N and you would look so cute together.”
“Sharon, with all due respect,” Bucky turns his attention toward the blonde in his office, not the papers on his desk, “you’ve got no clue about my taste in women. Y/N is a nice girl but she’s Steve’s sister and off-limits.”
“James Buchanan Barnes, what do you mean with your taste in women,” hands-on her hips Sharon glares at Bucky. “You would be happy to have a girl like Y/N by your side.”
“Yeah. I have a thing for chubby bees with an ass big enough to jiggle when I slap it,” Bucky sarcastically says. He tries to not give away he has a thing for Steve’s adopted sister and that he imagined more than once getting his hands on you. “Stop bugging me.”
“You are a fucking asshole Barnes,” poking her index finger into Bucky’s chest Sharon gives him a cold glare. “Y/N is beautiful, sexy and the best thing ever happening to any guy.”
“Jesus, stop getting on my nerves,” he turns toward the door, gasping as you are standing in the doorframe, eyes widening in shock and lips trembling. You came around to hand him his phone back and heard every word. “Y/N…doll…”
“You forgot your phone at Stevie’s house,” you throw the phone at him, huffing as he struggles to catch it. “Chubby Bee Rogers didn’t want to disturb you with her presence. I only wanted to give you this back. Next time, I’ll leave it to my brother. We don’t want you to have a fat girl around you…”
“Doll, wait—” Bucky tries to stop you. “Y/N, I need to tell you something. Please wait!” He runs after you, calling your name as you dash toward your brother’s car, wiping your eyes on your way. “Please…just stop for a moment.”
“Leave me the fuck alone, James,” you angrily open the door, cursing as the driver furrows his brows at your outburst. “Drive, Peter. I’m done here.”
“Yes, miss,” Peter cocks his head to the side to watch James Buchanan Barnes run toward the car. “Uh…miss. Mr. Barnes is running after you. Shouldn’t we wait for him?”
“No. We don’t want to wait for him, Parker,” you snap at the young man. You’re usually kind toward everyone, but right now, you are a real bitch. “Just drive me back home. I told you that I’m done here, Peter.”
“Sorry, miss,” he starts the engine to drive away, worriedly watching Bucky run after the car in the rearview mirror. “I’ll drive you home.”
“Peter, I want you to promise me that you won’t tell Steve about this. He doesn’t need to know what happened here,” Peter glances at you in the passenger seat, wondering what happened between you and Bucky.
“I can’t lie to Mr. Rogers. But I won’t tell him if he doesn’t ask, miss,” you nod. “I respect you and your brother, miss.”
“You earned his respect too, Peter,” his chest swells at your words. “Mine too if that means anything to you. People don’t give much about my opinion, though. I’m always Steve’s little sister, the adopted one.”
“I give a lot on your opinion, Y/N,” you force a smile on your face to not give away you are about to cry. You always believed Bucky likes you, and now, he just told Sharon that you are nothing but a chubby body to him…”
“Steve, I need to talk to you,” Sharon paces the room. She sighs while pinching the bridge of her nose, “about Bucky and his behavior. I tried to talk him into asking Y/N to be his plus one at the party. He just…that jerk! He called her chubby bee!”
“Chubby bee?” Steve cocks his head to glance at his best friend who prefers to intensely stare at his hands. “Buck, do you have anything to say about this? I told you to not sexualize my little sister!”
“She’s…I did not! I tried to tell Sharon that your sister is off-limits to anyone. I—I just couldn’t help it and used my favorite pet name for her. She’s a sexy chubby bee and I love it, Stevie.”
Bucky huffs as his best friend slowly gets up from his chair. Steve takes his time. He removes his jacket, squares his shoulders, and gets his gun out of his shoulder holster. Steve places the gun onto his desk, tapping it with his index finger.
“Steve,” Sharon groans as the men start a staring contest. “Guys, what’s going on here? Steve, shouldn’t you be mad at Bucky for talking low about your sister? He called her chubby bee!”
“He’s a horny and sick bastard,” Steve angrily grunts as he stalks toward his friend. “Bucky tries to get into my sweet sister’s pants for years. He always looks at her like a hungry wolf ready to devour my innocent baby sister. I can’t let him do dirty things to her.”
“What if she wants me to do dirty things to her?” the brunette grumbles under his breath. “You can’t chase every guy getting close to your sister away. How about letting me go out with her? I promise that I will always be respectful.”
“I told you years ago,” the blonde growls in Bucky’s face, “my baby sister will not be one of your girls. Get it into your thick skull, Buck. You will keep your hands off my sister, or I’ll beat you into a bloody pulp!”
“But I have a thing for my chubby bee! I want to,” eyes a little glassy Bucky looks at Steve, imagining all the things he wants to do to you and cannot tell his best friend about, “ask her out.” He says instead.
“I SAID NO!” you flinch as your brother storms toward his best friend. He pushes Bucky against the wall. “You’ll not ask my sister out. And you will not call her your chubby bee ever again. It’s disrespectful and sexist!”
“It’s a pet name, a cute one. And I’ll use it anytime I want to describe your sexy baby sister. I will ask her out and no one is going to stop me!”
“What is going on here? I can hear you scream from the hallways,” you glare at Bucky as he gives you a cocky grin. He eyes you up and down and drinks your outfit in. “What do you want, Barnes? Do you want me to leave so you don’t have to look at my fat ass again?”
“What? No! Y/N,” Bucky struggles against Steve and tries to break out of his friend’s iron grip. “Please, let me explain. Chubby bee is a pet name. I like that you are soft, and more to love. I want to slap your ass and make it jiggle. I can’t count all the times I imagined burying my face between your tits…”
“Punk, last warning,” Steve grits out. He holds Bucky against the wall, not wanting to give in. “She’s my baby sister and you will not talk like that to her.”
“Tits?” is all you get out. “How dare you stare at my breasts, Barnes.” You take a step toward Bucky to size the man up. “Stevie, let him go. I will have a serious conversation with James, right now.”
“Doll?” you shove your brother aside to get him away from Bucky. “I can handle this. Let me make sure he’ll never hurt you.”
“I want to talk to him, Steve,” Steve backpaddles as you glare at him. “Doll, give it to him good…”
“Doll, I’m sorry that you got this wrong,” Bucky watches you sit on your bed while he paces your room. “I never was in your room before.” He looks around your room, humming as you kick your shoes off. “I never meant to hurt you, Y/N. I swear you are beautiful to me.”
“You said I got a fat ass,” you quip. “You told Sharon you want to make it jiggle.”
“You got the jiggle part right, Y/N. The rest is not true,” he argues, now stepping closer toward your bed as you slowly unbutton your blouse. “Y/N?” He licks his lips as you get up from your bed to strip your blouse off, dropping it to the floor, smirking.
“Why did Steve tell you to stay away from me, James?” you pat his chest as Bucky’s eyes drop to your chest. He inhales sharply. “My eyes are up here, Bucky.” He reluctantly lifts his gaze to meet your eyes.
“He doesn’t want me to ruin his baby sister,” Bucky looks at your chest again, wishing he could just touch you. “I told him I’ll be a good boyfriend and ask you out before I do dirty things to you.”
“Hmmm…I see,” you move your hand over his chest up to his neck to cup the back of his neck. “How about you man up and ask me on a date. If you can prove that you are a better man than the one talking shit at his office, you are allowed to ask me out again.”
“I never talked…” Bucky bites his tongue. He glances at your chest again. “I’ll do anything to prove that I love my chubby bee. Steve cannot keep me away from you…”
“Chubby bee,” you let the pet name roll off your tongue. “If you can prove you are a good man, you are allowed to call me like that.”
“Would you just look at that?” Tony smirks as you walk inside the ballroom, Bucky by your side. You are wearing a yellow dress and black heels, matching the pet name Bucky gave you. “Why is he allowed to go out with your sister?”
“Y/N is a grown woman and can go out with whoever she wants to,” Steve doesn’t give away you threw a tantrum as he didn’t want Bucky to ask you out. “She wanted to go out with Bucky.”
All eyes are on you, and you chuckle as Bucky gets bold and wraps his arm around your waistline to make sure everyone knows you belong to the cocky mobster.
“You look beautiful tonight, my sexy chubby bee,” he whispers in your ear. “What do you say. Do you want to get out of here earlier?”
“Not at all,” you purr. “I don’t think you will get lucky tonight, Mr. Barnes. I don’t think you will get further than the first base for the next weeks.”
“Weeks?” he sighs deeply. “Baby doll…please let me at least have a look…”
“Do you want it to be months?” you glance at Bucky.
“No,” Bucky softly pecks your cheek. “I’ll make sure we reach third base soon enough…”
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