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buckysbabygorl · 3 days ago
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i’m so fucking attractive idk man somebody gotta lock my ass up
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buckysbabygorl · 4 days ago
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@thefallenbibliophilequote Bucky is the most not ready he’s ever been. So happy you loved the work honey 💛💜
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Summary: Bucky’s flirting with Y/N seems to be going nowhere; but today he’s going for the win.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: swearing, suggestive themes
Word Count: 1.6k
Alright, enough with playing games.
Bucky was going to really go for it this time; pulling out all the stops.
He’d gotten his hair cut; freshly shaved; put his tightest black tee. He even asked Sam for cologne.
He was going hard today.
He joined the group in the public conference room; today they were discussing the Stockholm mission. It went fine, but it could’ve gone better. It was just going over an old strategy; reviewing details, maybe mixing up the next planned strike teams and pairings. Nothing too serious.
So Bucky had some wiggle room for other priorities.
Today he was determined to get Y/N’s attention. He had been trying for ages; ever since he’d first set foot in the compound.
Tony hadn’t been entirely pleased, Y/N had been his right hand for years. Pepper had taught her all the ropes; and Tony couldn’t ask for a better admin.
“I don’t want your dirty old man hands on my employees,” Tony warned, “besides, you’re not her type.”
But the warning had only made Bucky try harder. Not that it amounted to much.
She was just so… god, there wasn’t even a word to describe it.
He couldn’t tell whether it was obliviousness or just smooth dismissal on her end; it seemed like nothing he did worked.
Y/N was a very serious, hard working woman. She was reserved, and incredibly intelligent.
And blunt. Deadly blunt.
She took no shit; she had no filter; and she didn’t hold back.
She made sure everyone knew exactly what she thought of them; but only when asked.
Honesty as an embodiment was Y/N L/N.
It was so. fucking. hot.
God he couldn’t get enough of it. She told people to shut up, she told people when they were slacking, she’d given him hell a couple times too. And he loved it.
Which he told her, countless times.
“You know, I like a woman that takes charge.”
“Most people do.” She’d said to him.
It made him laugh how quickly she’d respond, how easily the retorts came to her.
But when it came to his assertive flirting; he couldn’t tell if she actually understood that’s what he was doing. Every compliment was either responded with a straight thank you or a clever but honest quip.
“You look incredible by the way.”
“I know.”
“You know, we really couldn’t have done this without you Y/N.”
“Thank you, I’m aware.”
“You’ve got some good moves. You could probably teach me a few things Y/N…”
“You’re one of the most incredible soldiers on this team Barnes, me mentoring you would be unnecessary.”
Every time. Every single time she shot him down. Beautifully and respectfully of course, and boy did he admire her for it.
But he couldn’t tell whether it was politeness or obliviousness.
So he was going for it today.
“Thanks for showing up Barnes, we were waiting on you.” Sam teased as the man walked in the door.
Immediately Bucky looked for Y/N. As his eyes landed on her he was disappointed to see that she was facing away from him, looking at her notes with intensity. Her glasses slid down on her nose, and her tongue darted to lick her bottom lip as she reviewed the structure for today’s meeting. Unfortunately, she hadn’t seen him in all his glory.
Nat noticed the man’s attire and new trim, and she smirked ever so slightly. She knew what he was up to, in fact they all were, they had developed a plan to be wing-men as best they could.
“Well look at you Sarge, you’re looking spiffy.” She commented.
Bucky flashed his pearly whites, “Well I had to look my best, I knew this pretty little lady was making an appearance today.”
He strode up to her chair confidently, his hands resting on the back of her seat, he bent down to speak gently in her ear.
“And how are we today, Miss Y/N?”
Nat could hear the huskiness in his voice from across the large conference table; she could tell he was trying. It was certainly effective; the man was sexy as hell and knew was well aware of his strengths. Any girl would melt at the low rumble in Barnes’ voice, like liquid honey, so smooth and rich.
Y/N, however, wasn’t phased in the slightest.
“I’m fine Sergeant Barnes, yourself?”
He smirked, of course that wouldn’t work. But he’d keep trying.
“Better, now that I’m seeing you.”
She flipped to the next page, scribbling down a note that was incoherent to Bucky. For such a polished woman, she sure had messy handwriting.
“Good to hear; Tony is caught up with Bruce unfortunately so we’ll have to postpone the meeting another ten minutes. You’ll have to push back training with Steve, but it shouldn’t affect your schedule too much.”
Bucky nearly laughed, but he wasn’t giving up yet.
“Fine by me,” he said as he sat himself in the seat beside her, “More time with you the better.”
Sam shook his head; the blatantly obvious flirtations disgusted him.
She pulled out her phone, checking a text from Tony.
“Well I know how important your training is; I’m not sure how much of a help I could be for your endurance training.”
“I can think of a few ways.” He said, running his tongue along the inside of his lower set of teeth.
Sam and Nat shared a look; that was damn suggestive. Thank god Steve wasn’t around to hear such dirty language.
“Yeah Y/N,” Sam piped up, “I’m sure you could get our Barnes’ blood pumping.”
Nat could barely hold back her smile as she chimed in, “Yeah, young girl like you and a young man like him—”
“He’s 108 years old.” Y/N corrected.
The three nearly burst out laughing; was this girl that clueless?
“Just saying,” the redhead continued, “don't think it’d be the worst pairing in the world.”
“I second that.” Bucky stated.
Well now he was practically spelling it out for her.
Hey, I like you. Fucking do something please.
She sighed as she took off her reading glasses; and bit the arm as she reviewed what she’d written.
“Well,” she said, starting a new page, “If there’s anything you recommend for improving your workout regimen, I’m all ears.”
Bucky reached out a hand and slowly urged her to set down her notes on the table. She looked up at him calmly; her visage was serious, and as she slightly tilted her head with pursed lips, Bucky almost forgot how to breathe.
She didn’t even have to do anything and it worked wonders. Yet Barnes was doing everything and it got him zip.
“Y/N, I’d certainly love to add you to my workout regimen.”
Sam choked on air as Natasha giggled, raising a hand to her lips in order to quiet her laugh.
Y/N’s smile was small; seemingly not registering the clear implication behind his words.
“I’ll bring it up to Tony, he can run it past Steve and see what we can implement.”
Bucky looked over her features; feeling somewhat defeated. Only other obvious thing he could do at this point was kiss her and profess an undying love for her. But, while he still had some dignity left, he chose to leave it alone.
Besides; at this point, he felt that even that wouldn’t cross her radar.
The man was out of options.
He leaned back in his seat, he’d gotten all dolled up for nothing.
“New cologne?”
The question surprised him; coming from the ruby red lips of the woman in front of him. He shot a glance at Sam, who shot a glance at Nat, who shot a glance at Y/N, who was completely nonchalant.
“You noticed,” Bucky teased, “You like?”
The woman smirked, “No, you smell like Sergeant Wilson.”
“Ouch,” Sam said, “Hurting my ego here, Y/N.”
Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. Now he felt stupid, of course she’d notice something like that. This woman probably had their dreams logged into a catalog; what didn’t she know?
“It’s not bad cologne,” Y/N stated, “But I like your normal cologne better, Sergeant Barnes.”
Wait.
What?
Unable to speak, Barnes stared at the woman shocked.
“My, my.” Nat said, equally as surprised. “That’s awfully unprofessional for a work meeting Miss L/N.”
Y/N smirked as she set down her notes, “Tony’s not around, my reserve’s a little more loose when the boss isn’t motivating me to work.”
Again, the woman’s words shocked the room, still leaving Bucky speechless.
Was she joking around with them? And did she… did she just flirt with him?
“Well Miss Wild Card,” Sam said, “if we’re ‘letting loose’, why don’t you tell Sergeant Barnes over here how nice he looks today?”
The smile that crossed her features was devilish, as she glanced in the soldiers direction, Bucky couldn’t help but gulp.
There was a dark glint in her eye, something that they doubted anyone had ever seen before.
The woman turned, crossing one leg over the other as she faced Barnes. Twirling her pen in her hand as she gave him a once over, she smirked happily to herself.
“You look nice,” she said.
Though it was simple, it was enough. All the hard stops Bucky had planned before going out the window; any partial scheme he’d created was completely forgotten. Three little words and it nearly gave him a heart attack.
None of them expected, or were prepared for what she said next.
Turning back to her notes, she continued to write as she spoke.
“Look so good that I’d ride your thighs every day of the week, and twice on Sunday.”
Sam’s booming laughter fell on deaf ears as Bucky fell out of his chair.
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buckysbabygorl · 4 days ago
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IT’S OFFICIAL!
I’ve finally hit 1k followers and 1k notes on my fic “Blunt”!!!
Thank you to all of you for your immense support: it means the world to me
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buckysbabygorl · 4 days ago
Hi! Can you please add me to the taglist of Notice?🖤🖤🖤
Of course I can!
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buckysbabygorl · 5 days ago
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@hawaiimcgarrett I’m honestly such a sucker for Thor
Our Mothers (Avengers Fluff Blurb)
Summary: The Avengers spend Mother’s Day reflecting on the memories of loved ones.
Word Count: 1.8K
Pairing: None
Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor Odinson, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff
Warnings: mentions of death, the little sad
Credits to @hawaiimcgarrett​ for this wonderful idea; couldn’t have done this without you <3
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Peter rung his hands as he weaved up and down the aisles of the flower shop; peonies, peonies, where are the peonies?
He didn’t look up when he collided with Tony; still dead set on finding the flower of his focus.
“Sorry, Mister Stark.” He mumbled in passing, stepping around him before Tony cupped a hand around his elbow and spun him back to face him.
“‘Kay, Kid? You’re freakin’ me out a little; you’ve gone all Poltergeist mumbly on me and I’m not a fan.”
Peter rubbed the back of his neck, still frantically looking around the shop.
Continuar lendo
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buckysbabygorl · 5 days ago
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Our Mothers (Avengers Fluff Blurb)
Summary: The Avengers spend Mother’s Day reflecting on the memories of loved ones.
Word Count: 1.8K
Pairing: None
Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor Odinson, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff
Warnings: mentions of death, the little sad
Credits to @hawaiimcgarrett​ for this wonderful idea; couldn’t have done this without you <3
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Peter rung his hands as he weaved up and down the aisles of the flower shop; peonies, peonies, where are the peonies?
He didn’t look up when he collided with Tony; still dead set on finding the flower of his focus.
“Sorry, Mister Stark.” He mumbled in passing, stepping around him before Tony cupped a hand around his elbow and spun him back to face him.
“‘Kay, Kid? You’re freakin’ me out a little; you’ve gone all Poltergeist mumbly on me and I’m not a fan.”
Peter rubbed the back of his neck, still frantically looking around the shop.
Tony placed his hands on the young man’s shoulders. “Look, I’m here to help you remember, you don’t have to shut me out.”
Peter sighed, meeting Tony’s eyes. “I missed Mother’s Day last year.”
Tony squinted, “...okay?”
Sighing again, Peter gestured to the shop around them, “So I really want to get her her favorite flowers and they’re not here.”
Tony hummed, looking around the shop, “They’ve gotta be around here somewhere. What are they?”
“Peonies,” Peter stated, pulling out his phone to search up the next closest shop, “I can’t believe they aren’t here--”
Tony plucked the phone out of his hands, quickly dialing and making a call. Peter complained at the loss of his device before Stark shushed him,
“Happy?” Tony said, into the phone, “Yeah--hi, yes it’s me. Listen; the order for the daisies I made, add 50 bouquets of peonies onto that--”
Tony turned back to the kid, “What color?”
Peter’s eyes widened as he realized what he was doing, “What? Mister Stark no--”
Peter tried to pull the phone from his grasp, yelling at Happy to ignore Tonty; while the man simply pushed him away, holding him at arm's length.
“What?” He asked into the phone, “Uh--yeah, just do the pink. Pink is nice, thanks Happy.”
Quickly hanging up and handing the boy back his phone, he chuckled at Peter’s dejected look.
“You’re welcome,” Tony said teasingly.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Peter said, “That’s a lot of money.”
Tony rolled his eyes, “Kid, it’s fine. Hey--look at me.”
He turned the boy to face him, a soft smile on his face as he started to speak.
“I know May means a lot to you; and I know you guys have had a tough run of it this year. What with her finding out and you being pulled halfway across the world… look, it’s family. Family matters and I don’t mind helping out with that, alright? She deserves a good Mother’s Day.”
Peter smiled; placing a hand over Tony’s, “Thanks, Mister Stark.”
The two turned and started to leave the shop, before Peter thought of something.
“Who are the daisies for?” He asked.
Tony smirked, “Pepper. A little gift courtesy of Morgan and I, she picked the flowers and I paid.”
~
The two each had a small bouquet of daffodils in hand as they exited Stark’s company car. Steve ducked back into the vehicle asking the driver to take a lap around the block, maybe grab a coffee. Obliging, the car soon drove out of sight, leaving Bucky and Steve at the cemetery entrance.
It was chilly for May; the two tucked in wool coats and scarves as they stepped through the gate. They chose to go to Steve’s Mom’s first; it was closer than the Barnes family plots.
Fortunately, they’d been able to bury Steve’s mother beside his father, Joseph. Steve liked to think that even after death they’d been reunited, and maybe in whatever the afterlife was, they were celebrating in their own way.
It was a romantic little fantasy; Steve had always been a sensitive sort of man. But thoughts like that couldn’t hurt; little visions of something sweet and spiritual allowed Steve to look on his past with fondness. It made him happy to think of his parents that way.
They arrived at the stone. Sarah Rogers passed Oct. 15, 1936. Even though it was decades ago; Steve could remember it like it was yesterday. The service, Bucky taking him home afterwards, the odd quietness the house held with her gone. He longed for her many times after her passing; to see her smile, feel her hugs, taste her cooking, hear her laugh.
He missed her, he missed her a lot.
“Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.” Steve said, gently resting the flowers in front of her stone.
Bucky smiled sadly at the stone, “Happy Mother’s Day, Sarah.”
“Do you want to say something for her?” He asked his friend, still crouched down to the stone.
Steve trailed his knuckle along his mother’s name, nodding.
“I love you,” he said, “I miss you more and more every day.”
It wasn’t much; but Steve knew that anything he had to say for his Mama, she already knew. Love was felt beyond life; that Steve believed.  
A gust of wind rocked Barnes slightly, and he shivered. Not from the cold; but from the nervousness of the situation. He hadn’t been able to visit his family in years; this had been his first time. He had been wanting to go for awhile; but it never felt right for some reason. Now, with his best friend beside him, and the idea of celebrating his mother, he felt enough courage to do so.
Steve rose and the two started their way down the gravel path; further back into the cemetery and nearing the Barnes’ family plots.
Bucky released a shaky exhale, reaching a hand into the bouquet to fiddle with the leaves along the stems.
“There’s more greenery in here that flowers,” He complained, “It’s like I paid for a salad.”
Steve chuckled at his friend’s vocalized annoyance, “I’m sure she’ll still love them.”
Bucky laughed in response, “Winnifred Barnes loving a salad? I don’t think so.”
Steve smiled, humoring his friend. “What would Winnie have loved, instead?”
Bucky hummed as he thought of his mother, “Something sweet. She liked oatmeal raisin cookies; disgusting…”
He laughed again at himself; she had loved baking, and much to his dismay had insisted on making oatmeal raisin every other Sunday. “What would you have wanted instead?” Steve asked.
“Chocolate chip, of course.” Bucky said.
In his talking, he hadn’t realized Steve had directed him to his mother’s stone. Bucky looked down to her name. A forlorn feeling overcame him; one of longing, and frustration.
“I wish I’d gotten to know her better,” Bucky admitted. His mother had died when he and Rebecca were children; and though he knew she was a beautiful, wonderful woman, there were things that he never got to discover about her. Questions he wanted to ask; stories he wanted to hear.
He crouched down to the stone, and rested the flowers gently on the soft grass in front of it.
For all the things we never got to say, Mum. I love you.
“Happy Mother’s Day.” He said.
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Thor held a small collection of roses in his hands; it had been larger at the start of the day, but as he passed them out, the number dwindled.
He knocked gently on Wanda’s door.
“Come in.” He heard a voice say.
As he entered, he was happily surprised to find not only Wanda, but Natasha as well.
“Ladies,” He said kindly, “How are you, today?”
The two smiled; Wanda gently closed her book as Natasha sat up from her laying position on the floor.
“Good,” Natasha answered for the both of them, “I’ve just been bugging her while she’s reading.”
Wanda shook her head, “You weren’t bugging me, I’ve barely been reading anyways.”
Thor smiled at their gentle conversation, “Well, regardless, I won’t interrupt you two for long. I came to give you these.” He handed each a flower; “The pink is meant to represent appreciation, gratitude and sincerity. I feel this deeply for you both.”
“Wow,” Natasha said, “Thanks Thor, that’s so nice.”
“What’s the occasion?” Wanda asked.
Thor looked pensive as he began to explain, “Well, it’s “Mother’s Day” according to Midgardian culture,”
He gestured to the bed, asking if he could sit. Wanda didn’t mind, nodding as she encouraged him to join them.
Natasha pulled herself closer to the bed, resting her elbows along its edge as she looked up at Thor.
“And the customs,” Thor continued, “Made me think of my own mother. She was a beautiful woman; kind, courageous. She was a very loving woman; and I like to think that she has made me into the man I am today. I cannot celebrate this custom with her today.”
His voice was laced with a sadness, the tone allowing the two women to feel his loss within themselves.
“However; how I honor her today is by honoring the other beautiful, strong and loving women in my life. You two have fought alongside me, and provided me great friendship. And for that, I am truly grateful.”
He smiled at them, which they couldn’t help but return. Neither of them had ever met Frigga; but they could tell by the love and adoration that the man before them felt for her, that she truly had been a remarkable woman.
“My mother would have liked you,” Wanda commented, thinking out loud. “She liked when men were kind; she told me my father had had the kindest eyes, and that’s why she’d fallen in love with him.”
Thor chuckled softly at the story, “All men should be kind.”
Wanda nodded; realizing another to add to the list. “And have good humour; my mother told me a man who laughs is a man with a good heart.”
She thought fondly of the shows they had watched as a family; her parents curled up in one another’s arms, her mother laughing at the TV.
“She always wanted us to laugh,” Wanda said, “To be happy.” Thor could hear the sadness in her voice, reaching out to lay a hand on her knee, as Natasha did the same.
Thor looked to the woman at the floor; his eyes encouraging her to share. He wanted them both to feel safe; to feel heard; to feel loved.
“My mother,” Natasha started, looking at the two in front of her.
Something unreadable passed in her eye; and she looked to the floor in thought. Thor and Wanda knew that Natasha hadn’t been close with her family; a rocky past and a dark upbringing had been the card Natasha was dealt.
Wanda reached out to place a hand on her elbow, and the action helped Nat in bringing her back to the present.
“My mother is someone I wish I’d had the fortune of knowing.” Natasha said, thinking back to Russia and the two little gravestones by a chain-link fence.
“But I’m happy for you two, that you had the Moms that you did.”
A nostalgic silence passed between the three; each present in the moment, while also reflecting on where they’d come from, who they had come to be.
Though those they loved had passed, only distant memories of those they had held closed remained; the love from family still lasted.
And in this oddly shaped, newfound family they now called home, that loved still persevered.  
They gave thanks to all their Mothers; for somehow bringing them to the place they were today.
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buckysbabygorl · 5 days ago
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@babybluereads then perhaps we use your fam situation as inspiration for my story 💕
Mother’s Day fic?
Do we want:
A) Mama Reader and Domestic life
Or
B) Visiting the family with your boyfriend and (maybe it’s not a real boyfriend but fluff ensues)
Lastly: who’s the boyfriend? (Or girlfriend, I’m not opposed to a Wanda or Nat fic 😏)
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buckysbabygorl · 5 days ago
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buckysbabygorl · 5 days ago
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Mother’s Day fic?
Do we want:
A) Mama Reader and Domestic life
Or
B) Visiting the family with your boyfriend and (maybe it’s not a real boyfriend but fluff ensues)
Lastly: who’s the boyfriend? (Or girlfriend, I’m not opposed to a Wanda or Nat fic 😏)
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buckysbabygorl · 5 days ago
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@r2gers AHHHHHHHH THANK YOU 💕💕💕
Writer’s Block
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Summary: Friends help each other out, that’s just how it is. Steve doesn’t bat an eye at his and Y/N’s behaviour, but insights from Sharon make Steve rethink things between them.
Word Count: 3k
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, dumbasses Bucky and Sam, an extremely chaotic turn of events
“Steve!”
Sharon nearly spilled her beer as she jumped at the voice, surprised to hear it so loudly after Y/N had been holed up in her room for days.
Steve turned nonchalantly at this voice; used to the chaotic out bursts. “Yeah?”
The young woman trotted in, dishevelled and tired but manic looking.
“I need your shirt, I’m on to something here–”
Steve stood without hesitation; as if he’d done this thousands of times before. And he had.
“On it,” he said, pulling the garment off with one hand and tossing it in her direction.
She caught it with ease, not even taking in his shirtless state as if she’d seen it a thousand times before. And she had.
Sharon however had never seen this interaction before, and stared in awe at the two’s casual exchange.
As Y/N rushed out of the lounge and back to her room, Sharon couldn’t help but gawk.
“What the hell was that?” She asked, amused.
“What?” Steve asked, now shirtless on the couch, “Oh–she’s writing.”
He sipped his beer after his statement, and Sharon was surprised at how he expected that to answer her question.
“I’m sorry?” She said confused.
He leaned further back into the couch, getting comfy. “She’s writing–she needs my shirt when she writes.”
Sharon laughed; “Why’s that?”
Finishing off the last of his bottle, he set it down on the floor as he spoke; “She says it helps her write when she gets stuck–it’s a weird process but…” he shrugged as he grabbed a new bottle.
“How romantic.” Sharon teased, sipping her own beer.
He smiled awkwardly; flustered at where the conversation was going, “Come on–” “What? We’re friends, we can talk about this stuff.” She said.
He gave her a look, “Can we?”
She shook her head at his prudence, taking another swig.
“Yes,” she said, “It’s not like we were married. We kissed like–twice, plus you’re not exactly my type anymore…”
Steve chuckled, “Oh right–how is Maria, by the way?”
“Don’t change the subject,” she said, pointing a finger in his direction, “I want to hear more about this process.”
“It’s no big deal, it’s just…” He thought, choosing his words carefully to not give Sharon any more material to tease him with, “Helping out a friend.”
“Bullshit.” She said. He cracked open the bottle with his hand, avoiding response.
It was a touchy subject around the compound; his and Y/N’s very… intimate relationship. They were friends, coworkers they’d say. At least on the surface. But it couldn’t be missed how quickly he fell in line for her; and how her first instinct with anything and everything was to go to Rogers. They refused to go on missions without the other; they were touchy, they were jokey, if you found one the other was always in close proximity. Hell, the team was surprised they weren’t sharing a room yet. But apparently, for some unknown reason, they told everyone and themselves they were just friends.
Sharon looked at him, deadpan. “Steve.”
He looked back to her in playful annoyance. “What?”
She slapped her thigh with her free hand, finishing off her drink. “Come on, let’s get into this.”
He sighed, “I don’t know what to tell you–she doesn’t see me that way.”
She jumped on his choice of words immediately, “She?!”
Flustered, he waved a hand at her. “No, no, no–that’s not what I meant.”
“It’s not not what you meant.” She countered, “You like her.”
“Shut up,” he said, not knowing what else to say.
“That’s not a no.” She hummed as she thought of another point; “And what’s she need your shirt for anyway? That’s cute as hell.”
He sighed again, “Well–it helps her… get in the mindset.”
“Pardon?” she asked at his cryptic explanation. “‘Mindset’?”
He didn’t want to admit the reason, running a hand over his face, flustered.
He bit his thumb, his voice coming out muffled as he spoke. “Well, she writes about… characters… in romantic settings, so–”
He spoke, drawing out his words, “She needs inspiration, for those kinds of scenes.”
“Dude, EW!” She said, way too much information coming her way for being this sober, “I don’t wanna hear that.”
“NO,” he defended, “Not in a weird way. But like–if the guy gives the girl his shirt, or he picks her up or something, I dunno, but like–she’s very sensory. So the shirt helps with getting into the moment. She can put herself in the character’s shoes, if that makes sense.”
Sharon’s eyes went wide as she cracked open a bottle for herself, “Well I don’t know how you’re not using that to your advantage.”
Steve did a double take, “Elaborate.”
She laughed through her nose, “Well, if I were in your place–”
“–Hey.” He warned.
She raised her hands in defense, “I’m just saying, you could be giving her a hell of a lot more inspiration than your shirt and your cologne.”
“You think she likes my cologne?” He asked.
“Steve, you’re a grown man. In fact you’re an old man, figure it out for yourself.”
They sat in silence as Sharon waited for Steve to ponder this.
He jolted upright as if having an epiphany; “you don’t think–”
“–really? Are you fucking kidding me?”
She laughed at his blushing cheeks, he ran a hand through his hair cursing under his breath.
“So what now?”
“Oh my god–” Sharon said through gritted teeth, “Go give her inspiration. I swear you’d never get laid if I wasn’t around.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” Steve joked.
“Hey,” She said, kicking his shin lightly.
He laughed, “Hey, we’re friends, we can talk about this.”
She chuckled, shaking her head. “Are you gonna go in there or what?”
“Like–now?”
“Yes! You dumbass, go get your girl. I can wait, I can handle myself.” She sipped her beer as if giving an example, and patiently waited for Steve to go.
Hesitantly, Steve rose from his spot, wiping his hands along his jeans nervously. He was stalling, evidently so. Was he really gonna do this? He didn’t know what was lying on the other side of that door, metaphorically speaking. He knew she was likely frantically typing away, thinking out loud, and egging herself on. How could even begin to approach that. The man didn’t have any moves; hell, the last time he’d kissed a girl was Sharon, and that was ages ago.
He was frozen in place; glancing back and forth between the hallway and the woman in front of him. What the fuck was he gonna do?
“What are you doing? Warming up? Just go already.” Sharon complained.
Steve sighed, throwing his head back in annoyance, “Fine,” he exclaimed, “But if this goes south, it’s your fault.”
“Fine, fine, whatever, I take the blame. Just do something already.”
Fed up with her pestering, Steve forced himself to leave the room.
Okay Rogers, you got this.
As he hunkered down the hall, moving quickly before he could change his mind, Rogers continued to silently hype himself up.
You–you’re captain america. You. Are. America’s. Ass. You’re already shirtless, and that’s half the battle won.
But as he found himself in front of Y/N’s door; all his false surety had disappeared.
Steve groaned to himself, “Oh my god, what am I doing?”
“What are you doing?”
The voice of his friend made Steve jump, as he realized he wasn’t alone.
Bucky and Sam approached him from the other end of the hall.
“Steve, where’s your shirt?” Bucky asked, equally as confused as Sam. They then realized who’s door he was in front of, and immediately lit up.
“Whoa, are you coming or going Rogers?” Sam asked, assuming illicit activities were taking place.
Steve pursed his lip, looking back to the door in front of him. “Coming, at least trying to.”
“Seriously? You’re actually making a move? I never thought I’d see the day–” Bucky said.
“–Proud of you buddy, we didn’t think you’d ever go for it.” Sam added.
“Wh–” Steve stuttered, looking between the two, in both shock and embarrassment. “Does everyone know how I feel?”
“About Y/N? Uh–yeah.” Sam said.
“Come on Steve, you’re not exactly the most subtle when it comes to feelings.” Bucky explained, “You’re always together..”
Sam added on, “…whenever you’re not, you’re depressed…”
Bucky nodded, “You remember her birthday, she remembers yours–”
“–Wait, do you guys not know my birthday?” Steve asked.
The two friends shared a look, squinting as they pondered how to break the news that; no, they didn’t.
“July?” Sam asked.
“I know you’re a Leo,” Bucky said, as if that would suffice for an answer.
“Oh my god,” Steve said, “It’s July first.”
“We’re getting off track,” Sam said, “What exactly is your game plan here?”
Steve put his hands on his hips, shifting his weight to face away from her room, “Honestly, I have no idea.”
“Well lucky for you,” Bucky stated, clear confidence emerging in his tone, “We’re here to help.”
Steve looked at him, disbelieving, but also slightly intrigued. “Oh yeah?” He asked, half jokingly. At this point, he’d take all the help he could get.
“Yeah,” Sam spoke, nearly offended that Rogers could ever doubt the Wilson charm. And whatever the hell Bucky thought he had going for him.
“Just go in there and be cool, flex a little, maybe be a little dismissive.” Sam said.
“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky agreed, eagerly, “And like–act like she wanted you there.”
Sam snapped his fingers, “Exactly, make her come to you.”
Bucky and Sam stood, satisfied with themselves, as Steve stared slack jawed at the men in his presence.
“You guys are idiots, how have you ever gotten laid?” He asked.
Immediately they were offended, quickly jumping to their defense. As the three soldier’s argument increased in both intensity and volume, they didn’t realize they’d attracted the attention of the woman on the other side of the door.
Y/N huffed as the sound penetrated her walls, snapping her laptop shut as she rose and charged to her door. Whipping it open, she startled the men in front of her.
Bucky screamed and nearly knocked Sam over, while Steve stared at her like a deer in headlights.
“Will you guys shut up, I’m trying to–” Her face lit up with a sudden epiphany, “Steve! Get in here.”
Before any of them could react, or argue, the young woman had grabbed Steve’s arm, and with surprising strength, pulled him into her room. The door slammed shut in Bucky and Sam’s faces, leaving them as dumbfounded as ever. They scrambled to press the ears against the door, not wanting to miss a second of whatever was going to happen next.
~
“Thank god you’re here, I need your help–”
Steve stood panicked in her doorway, unsure of what to do. She started pacing around the room, dramatically gesturing to further elaborate whatever point she was trying to make; which was completely lost on Steve. This was classic Y/N behavior; off on her own tangent and assuming Steve was with her every step of the way. Usually, he was, but this time he was too caught up in the ideas that Sharon, Bucky and Sam had put in his head.
Fuck, what did they say to do? Uh–flex. Damn it, what do I do with my body? What do I do with my hands?
Steve tried to control his expression; aiming for stoicism, cool, as Wilson described it. With his awkward smoulder, Steve moved to lean against the wall in a flattering way. He flexed, or tried to, as he braced himself in the most horrible attempt at casual standing.
He looked around the room; trying to be nonchalant while Y/N continued.
“So,” She said, “What do you think?”
“Uh–yeah, sure. Cool, whatever.” He said. Dismissive, got it.
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she took in his stance, gesturing a hand to the wall he was placed against.
“Uh.. what are you doing?” She asked.
Immediately embarrassed at whatever the hell that was, Steve stood upright.
“Nothing, nevermind,” He said in an attempt to brush off his previous actions, “What were you saying?”
She groaned, “Just get over here.”
She manhandled him, pulling him to the centre of the room, closely in front of her.
“Okay,” she said, “Try it.”
“Try what?” He asked. “Try to kiss me!” She said.
He pushed her hands off his arms, “What?!”
She laughed stupidly, “You don’t have to actually do it. I just need to get a feel for the actions.”
She went to take a step forward, her arms getting ready to wrap around his shoulders. Steve took a step back and raised his hands in fear.
“What actions? What are you talking about?” Steve sputtered.
“Oh my god, were you even listening?” She teased, reaching for his forearms to pull him back. God was she strong. Or was Steve just oddly willing?
“Chris is about to kiss Hailey, or try to anyway. Sebastian and Anthony just talked to him and he’s finally gonna do it. Your shirt was working for awhile but now I’m getting stuck again. So–try to put yourself in that position. You just realized you’re in love with your best friend; and you’re really gonna go for it. Act it out if it helps.”
Steve felt like he was going to throw up, lord help me.
“Y/N, I don’t think this is a good idea–”
“Come on,” she ushered, “It’s just me.”
“Exactly.” He said.
She shook her head at his ridiculousness, not aware of the real sentiment behind his words.
“Please? Do it for me.” She begged.
He looked down to the hands wrapped around his forearms; this felt like cheating. It wasn’t supposed to go like this; using the incredibly odd and specific scenario she’d laid out for him. It was hitting too close to home; how could he use this as a scapegoat to get what he wanted? Confessing his feelings and holding her in a way he’d wanted to for so long… the guilt overcame him.
But as he looked back into her eyes, as she was pleading for him to do this for her, he knew he couldn’t say no.
“Alright–can you just, can you close your eyes? It’s freaking me out.” He said.
She nodded eagerly, closing her eyes at his request.
He sighed, I guess it’s now or never.
He slipped his arms from her grip, and gingerly took her hands in his. He ran his thumbs over her knuckles, and resisted the urge to pull her closer. To press a kiss along every delicate finger in his grasp, to take her immediately how he wanted to. He inhaled, he exhaled, he had to pace himself.
“Okay,” He whispered, readying himself for what he was about to do.
“I want you, I’ve wanted you for so long that it’s driving me crazy. I–I don’t how to do this; how to do this right but I have to do this now because I know if I don’t I never will.”
He laughed at himself; the romantic honesty of it all.
“I’m crazy about you; I can’t get enough of you.”
He let his hands glide down to her wrists, bringing her to his chest and placing her hands on his shoulders. His arms fell to wrap his hands around her waist, drifting his fingers along the shirt that he knew was his, revelling in the fact that she was in his clothing; and in some indescribable way; in his possession.
She was lost in the low timbre of his voice, completely consumed by his words. It sounded so real.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He asked, breathlessly in her ear. “I could just…”
He allowed himself to trail off, lips ghosting just over hers, taking in all the beautiful features of her face that he’d admired countless times before.
This was it; this was the moment he’d been praying for.
She broke into a smile, opening her eyes and playfully squealing.
“That was perfect!” She said, not moving from her position. “That was so good, how’d you think–”
He didn’t let her finish.
Words couldn’t describe how good her lips felt on his; how intoxicating the feeling of her bare skin was in the palms of his hands.
He clutched her tightly as he kissed her; gripping the soft flesh of her waist in a desperate hold to keep this moment as long as possible. Indulging himself in her taste, her touch.
His tongue trailed gently along her bottom lip before gently taking it between his teeth.
She gasped softly as he deepened the kiss, her hands instinctively wrapping in his blond locks.
As she tugged at his hair, eliciting a groan from Steve, he shifted his hands down to her hips and pulled her taught against him.
Her hand moved to cup his chin, lightly scraping the stubble with her finger tips. She moaned as the action made Steve’s fingers dig into the skin of her back. She arched her chest at the feeling of the possessive hold.
Why the hell hadn’t they been doing this the whole time?
She pulled back from his kiss, trying to catch her breath. Steve couldn’t read the look in her eyes; a mix of shock and confusion, and another emotion he wasn’t sure he’d seen before.
She tried to clear her mind as her hands shifted to rest on his chest; she felt his heartbeat pounding with the rise and fall of his own breath.
“Get on the bed.” She demanded.
Steve’s eyes widened at the command, stupidly ogling her as her hands moved to remove her–his shirt.
“What about your story?” He asked her.
She chuckled lightly at his naivety, reaching out to grip his biceps and pull him towards her.
In one quick motion, she pulled them on to her mattress. Steve reached out his hands to brace his fall, hovering above her.
With a lustful glint in her eye, she smiled.
“Fuck the story. We’ve got better things to do.”
~
“Sam we have to go,” Bucky said, “They’re gonna start fucking and I don’t wanna be around for that.”
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buckysbabygorl · 5 days ago
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Honestly this is a PSA for my readers; if you’re ever desperate to know what happens, all you have to do is pester @babybluereads for answers. She knows the intended plots to EVERY single series or multipart I’ve written. Use this information wisely
A Favor (Part 2)
Summary: Y/N is reeling in the aftermath of her intoxicated confession. She’s thought about this long and hard; she knows what she wants. Now she just has to work up the courage and say something…
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: swearing, slight angst, suggestive themes
Word Count: 2.5k
Part 1
Co-written by @babybluereads bc I can’t think of action for SHIT 🥴🥺💕😩🤷‍♀️👯‍♂️ ILY bb
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buckysbabygorl · 6 days ago
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@cocoamoonmalfoy Y/N is giving the ol’ man a run for his money 😏😉 I’m so happy you enjoyed sweetheart
Blunt
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Summary: Bucky’s flirting with Y/N seems to be going nowhere; but today he’s going for the win.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: swearing, suggestive themes
Word Count: 1.6k
Alright, enough with playing games.
Bucky was going to really go for it this time; pulling out all the stops.
He’d gotten his hair cut; freshly shaved; put his tightest black tee. He even asked Sam for cologne.
He was going hard today.
He joined the group in the public conference room; today they were discussing the Stockholm mission. It went fine, but it could’ve gone better. It was just going over an old strategy; reviewing details, maybe mixing up the next planned strike teams and pairings. Nothing too serious.
So Bucky had some wiggle room for other priorities.
Today he was determined to get Y/N’s attention. He had been trying for ages; ever since he’d first set foot in the compound.
Tony hadn’t been entirely pleased, Y/N had been his right hand for years. Pepper had taught her all the ropes; and Tony couldn’t ask for a better admin.
“I don’t want your dirty old man hands on my employees,” Tony warned, “besides, you’re not her type.”
But the warning had only made Bucky try harder. Not that it amounted to much.
She was just so… god, there wasn’t even a word to describe it.
He couldn’t tell whether it was obliviousness or just smooth dismissal on her end; it seemed like nothing he did worked.
Y/N was a very serious, hard working woman. She was reserved, and incredibly intelligent.
And blunt. Deadly blunt.
She took no shit; she had no filter; and she didn’t hold back.
She made sure everyone knew exactly what she thought of them; but only when asked.
Honesty as an embodiment was Y/N L/N.
It was so. fucking. hot.
God he couldn’t get enough of it. She told people to shut up, she told people when they were slacking, she’d given him hell a couple times too. And he loved it.
Which he told her, countless times.
“You know, I like a woman that takes charge.”
“Most people do.” She’d said to him.
It made him laugh how quickly she’d respond, how easily the retorts came to her.
But when it came to his assertive flirting; he couldn’t tell if she actually understood that’s what he was doing. Every compliment was either responded with a straight thank you or a clever but honest quip.
“You look incredible by the way.”
“I know.”
“You know, we really couldn’t have done this without you Y/N.”
“Thank you, I’m aware.”
“You’ve got some good moves. You could probably teach me a few things Y/N…”
“You’re one of the most incredible soldiers on this team Barnes, me mentoring you would be unnecessary.”
Every time. Every single time she shot him down. Beautifully and respectfully of course, and boy did he admire her for it.
But he couldn’t tell whether it was politeness or obliviousness.
So he was going for it today.
“Thanks for showing up Barnes, we were waiting on you.” Sam teased as the man walked in the door.
Immediately Bucky looked for Y/N. As his eyes landed on her he was disappointed to see that she was facing away from him, looking at her notes with intensity. Her glasses slid down on her nose, and her tongue darted to lick her bottom lip as she reviewed the structure for today’s meeting. Unfortunately, she hadn’t seen him in all his glory.
Nat noticed the man’s attire and new trim, and she smirked ever so slightly. She knew what he was up to, in fact they all were, they had developed a plan to be wing-men as best they could.
“Well look at you Sarge, you’re looking spiffy.” She commented.
Bucky flashed his pearly whites, “Well I had to look my best, I knew this pretty little lady was making an appearance today.”
He strode up to her chair confidently, his hands resting on the back of her seat, he bent down to speak gently in her ear.
“And how are we today, Miss Y/N?”
Nat could hear the huskiness in his voice from across the large conference table; she could tell he was trying. It was certainly effective; the man was sexy as hell and knew was well aware of his strengths. Any girl would melt at the low rumble in Barnes’ voice, like liquid honey, so smooth and rich.
Y/N, however, wasn’t phased in the slightest.
“I’m fine Sergeant Barnes, yourself?”
He smirked, of course that wouldn’t work. But he’d keep trying.
“Better, now that I’m seeing you.”
She flipped to the next page, scribbling down a note that was incoherent to Bucky. For such a polished woman, she sure had messy handwriting.
“Good to hear; Tony is caught up with Bruce unfortunately so we’ll have to postpone the meeting another ten minutes. You’ll have to push back training with Steve, but it shouldn’t affect your schedule too much.”
Bucky nearly laughed, but he wasn’t giving up yet.
“Fine by me,” he said as he sat himself in the seat beside her, “More time with you the better.”
Sam shook his head; the blatantly obvious flirtations disgusted him.
She pulled out her phone, checking a text from Tony.
“Well I know how important your training is; I’m not sure how much of a help I could be for your endurance training.”
“I can think of a few ways.” He said, running his tongue along the inside of his lower set of teeth.
Sam and Nat shared a look; that was damn suggestive. Thank god Steve wasn’t around to hear such dirty language.
“Yeah Y/N,” Sam piped up, “I’m sure you could get our Barnes’ blood pumping.”
Nat could barely hold back her smile as she chimed in, “Yeah, young girl like you and a young man like him—”
“He’s 108 years old.” Y/N corrected.
The three nearly burst out laughing; was this girl that clueless?
“Just saying,” the redhead continued, “don't think it’d be the worst pairing in the world.”
“I second that.” Bucky stated.
Well now he was practically spelling it out for her.
Hey, I like you. Fucking do something please.
She sighed as she took off her reading glasses; and bit the arm as she reviewed what she’d written.
“Well,” she said, starting a new page, “If there’s anything you recommend for improving your workout regimen, I’m all ears.”
Bucky reached out a hand and slowly urged her to set down her notes on the table. She looked up at him calmly; her visage was serious, and as she slightly tilted her head with pursed lips, Bucky almost forgot how to breathe.
She didn’t even have to do anything and it worked wonders. Yet Barnes was doing everything and it got him zip.
“Y/N, I’d certainly love to add you to my workout regimen.”
Sam choked on air as Natasha giggled, raising a hand to her lips in order to quiet her laugh.
Y/N’s smile was small; seemingly not registering the clear implication behind his words.
“I’ll bring it up to Tony, he can run it past Steve and see what we can implement.”
Bucky looked over her features; feeling somewhat defeated. Only other obvious thing he could do at this point was kiss her and profess an undying love for her. But, while he still had some dignity left, he chose to leave it alone.
Besides; at this point, he felt that even that wouldn’t cross her radar.
The man was out of options.
He leaned back in his seat, he’d gotten all dolled up for nothing.
“New cologne?”
The question surprised him; coming from the ruby red lips of the woman in front of him. He shot a glance at Sam, who shot a glance at Nat, who shot a glance at Y/N, who was completely nonchalant.
“You noticed,” Bucky teased, “You like?”
The woman smirked, “No, you smell like Sergeant Wilson.”
“Ouch,” Sam said, “Hurting my ego here, Y/N.”
Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. Now he felt stupid, of course she’d notice something like that. This woman probably had their dreams logged into a catalog; what didn’t she know?
“It’s not bad cologne,” Y/N stated, “But I like your normal cologne better, Sergeant Barnes.”
Wait.
What?
Unable to speak, Barnes stared at the woman shocked.
“My, my.” Nat said, equally as surprised. “That’s awfully unprofessional for a work meeting Miss L/N.”
Y/N smirked as she set down her notes, “Tony’s not around, my reserve’s a little more loose when the boss isn’t motivating me to work.”
Again, the woman’s words shocked the room, still leaving Bucky speechless.
Was she joking around with them? And did she… did she just flirt with him?
“Well Miss Wild Card,” Sam said, “if we’re ‘letting loose’, why don’t you tell Sergeant Barnes over here how nice he looks today?”
The smile that crossed her features was devilish, as she glanced in the soldiers direction, Bucky couldn’t help but gulp.
There was a dark glint in her eye, something that they doubted anyone had ever seen before.
The woman turned, crossing one leg over the other as she faced Barnes. Twirling her pen in her hand as she gave him a once over, she smirked happily to herself.
“You look nice,” she said.
Though it was simple, it was enough. All the hard stops Bucky had planned before going out the window; any partial scheme he’d created was completely forgotten. Three little words and it nearly gave him a heart attack.
None of them expected, or were prepared for what she said next.
Turning back to her notes, she continued to write as she spoke.
“Look so good that I’d ride your thighs every day of the week, and twice on Sunday.”
Sam’s booming laughter fell on deaf ears as Bucky fell out of his chair.
~
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buckysbabygorl · 6 days ago
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@eileenalone thank you. I think you’re beautiful
Scars
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word count: 6.8k
Warnings: angst, scarring, injury, language, smut
Summary: Y/N has a secret, which unfortunately gets revealed to the person she hates the most.
Dedicated to: @fandomsfallnomore​, thank you for being so patient on this request <3
They had lost track of time; not knowing how long they had sat there, but aware it had been for hours into the night. 
The team wasn’t coming back anytime soon, neither of them were sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. 
Bucky thought if they showed up; they could convince her to come out, but that would just make things worse.
Y/N hoped if the others came, they could get Bucky out of her room. But if they wanted to know what was happening… what could she possibly say?
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buckysbabygorl · 6 days ago
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@unsaltedalmonds BABE you are giving me all the hype today 😏💕 it’s much appreciated. I love my dumbass boys
Writer’s Block
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Summary: Friends help each other out, that’s just how it is. Steve doesn’t bat an eye at his and Y/N’s behaviour, but insights from Sharon make Steve rethink things between them.
Word Count: 3k
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, dumbasses Bucky and Sam
“Steve!”
Sharon nearly spilled her beer as she jumped at the voice, surprised to hear it so loudly after Y/N had been holed up in her room for days.
Steve turned nonchalantly at this voice; used to the chaotic out bursts. “Yeah?”
The young woman trotted in, dishevelled and tired but manic looking.
“I need your shirt, I’m on to something here–”
Steve stood without hesitation; as if he’d done this thousands of times before. And he had.
“On it,” he said, pulling the garment off with one hand and tossing it in her direction.
She caught it with ease, not even taking in his shirtless state as if she’d seen it a thousand times before. And she had.
Sharon however had never seen this interaction before, and stared in awe at the two’s casual exchange.
As Y/N rushed out of the lounge and back to her room, Sharon couldn’t help but gawk.
“What the hell was that?” She asked, amused.
“What?” Steve asked, now shirtless on the couch, “Oh–she’s writing.”
He sipped his beer after his statement, and Sharon was surprised at how he expected that to answer her question.
“I’m sorry?” She said confused.
He leaned further back into the couch, getting comfy. “She’s writing–she needs my shirt when she writes.”
Sharon laughed; “Why’s that?”
Finishing off the last of his bottle, he set it down on the floor as he spoke; “She says it helps her write when she gets stuck–it’s a weird process but…” he shrugged as he grabbed a new bottle.
“How romantic.” Sharon teased, sipping her own beer.
He smiled awkwardly; flustered at where the conversation was going, “Come on–” “What? We’re friends, we can talk about this stuff.” She said.
He gave her a look, “Can we?”
She shook her head at his prudence, taking another swig.
“Yes,” she said, “It’s not like we were married. We kissed like–twice, plus you’re not exactly my type anymore…”
Steve chuckled, “Oh right–how is Maria, by the way?”
“Don’t change the subject,” she said, pointing a finger in his direction, “I want to hear more about this process.”
“It’s no big deal, it’s just…” He thought, choosing his words carefully to not give Sharon any more material to tease him with, “Helping out a friend.”
“Bullshit.” She said. He cracked open the bottle with his hand, avoiding response.
It was a touchy subject around the compound; his and Y/N’s very… intimate relationship. They were friends, coworkers they’d say. At least on the surface. But it couldn’t be missed how quickly he fell in line for her; and how her first instinct with anything and everything was to go to Rogers. They refused to go on missions without the other; they were touchy, they were jokey, if you found one the other was always in close proximity. Hell, the team was surprised they weren’t sharing a room yet. But apparently, for some unknown reason, they told everyone and themselves they were just friends.
Sharon looked at him, deadpan. “Steve.”
He looked back to her in playful annoyance. “What?”
She slapped her thigh with her free hand, finishing off her drink. “Come on, let’s get into this.”
He sighed, “I don’t know what to tell you–she doesn’t see me that way.”
She jumped on his choice of words immediately, “She?!”
Flustered, he waved a hand at her. “No, no, no–that’s not what I meant.”
“It’s not not what you meant.” She countered, “You like her.”
“Shut up,” he said, not knowing what else to say.
“That’s not a no.” She hummed as she thought of another point; “And what’s she need your shirt for anyway? That’s cute as hell.”
He sighed again, “Well–it helps her… get in the mindset.”
“Pardon?” she asked at his cryptic explanation. “‘Mindset’?”
He didn’t want to admit the reason, running a hand over his face, flustered.
He bit his thumb, his voice coming out muffled as he spoke. “Well, she writes about… characters… in romantic settings, so–”
He spoke, drawing out his words, “She needs inspiration, for those kinds of scenes.”
“Dude, EW!” She said, way too much information coming her way for being this sober, “I don’t wanna hear that.”
“NO,” he defended, “Not in a weird way. But like–if the guy gives the girl his shirt, or he picks her up or something, I dunno, but like–she’s very sensory. So the shirt helps with getting into the moment. She can put herself in the character’s shoes, if that makes sense.”
Sharon’s eyes went wide as she cracked open a bottle for herself, “Well I don’t know how you’re not using that to your advantage.”
Steve did a double take, “Elaborate.”
She laughed through her nose, “Well, if I were in your place–”
“–Hey.” He warned.
She raised her hands in defense, “I’m just saying, you could be giving her a hell of a lot more inspiration than your shirt and your cologne.”
“You think she likes my cologne?” He asked.
“Steve, you’re a grown man. In fact you’re an old man, figure it out for yourself.”
They sat in silence as Sharon waited for Steve to ponder this.
He jolted upright as if having an epiphany; “you don’t think–”
“–really? Are you fucking kidding me?”
She laughed at his blushing cheeks, he ran a hand through his hair cursing under his breath.
“So what now?”
“Oh my god–” Sharon said through gritted teeth, “Go give her inspiration. I swear you’d never get laid if I wasn’t around.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” Steve joked.
“Hey,” She said, kicking his shin lightly.
He laughed, “Hey, we’re friends, we can talk about this.”
She chuckled, shaking her head. “Are you gonna go in there or what?”
“Like–now?”
“Yes! You dumbass, go get your girl. I can wait, I can handle myself.” She sipped her beer as if giving an example, and patiently waited for Steve to go.
Hesitantly, Steve rose from his spot, wiping his hands along his jeans nervously. He was stalling, evidently so. Was he really gonna do this? He didn’t know what was lying on the other side of that door, metaphorically speaking. He knew she was likely frantically typing away, thinking out loud, and egging herself on. How could even begin to approach that. The man didn’t have any moves; hell, the last time he’d kissed a girl was Sharon, and that was ages ago.
He was frozen in place; glancing back and forth between the hallway and the woman in front of him. What the fuck was he gonna do?
“What are you doing? Warming up? Just go already.” Sharon complained.
Steve sighed, throwing his head back in annoyance, “Fine,” he exclaimed, “But if this goes south, it’s your fault.”
“Fine, fine, whatever, I take the blame. Just do something already.”
Fed up with her pestering, Steve forced himself to leave the room.
Okay Rogers, you got this.
As he hunkered down the hall, moving quickly before he could change his mind, Rogers continued to silently hype himself up.
You–you’re captain america. You. Are. America’s. Ass. You’re already shirtless, and that’s half the battle won.
But as he found himself in front of Y/N’s door; all his false surety had disappeared.
Steve groaned to himself, “Oh my god, what am I doing?”
“What are you doing?”
The voice of his friend made Steve jump, as he realized he wasn’t alone.
Bucky and Sam approached him from the other end of the hall.
“Steve, where’s your shirt?” Bucky asked, equally as confused as Sam. They then realized who’s door he was in front of, and immediately lit up.
“Whoa, are you coming or going Rogers?” Sam asked, assuming illicit activities were taking place.
Steve pursed his lip, looking back to the door in front of him. “Coming, at least trying to.”
“Seriously? You’re actually making a move? I never thought I’d see the day–” Bucky said.
“–Proud of you buddy, we didn’t think you’d ever go for it.” Sam added.
“Wh–” Steve stuttered, looking between the two, in both shock and embarrassment. “Does everyone know how I feel?”
“About Y/N? Uh–yeah.” Sam said.
“Come on Steve, you’re not exactly the most subtle when it comes to feelings.” Bucky explained, “You’re always together..”
Sam added on, “…whenever you’re not, you’re depressed…”
Bucky nodded, “You remember her birthday, she remembers yours–”
“–Wait, do you guys not know my birthday?” Steve asked.
The two friends shared a look, squinting as they pondered how to break the news that; no, they didn’t.
“July?” Sam asked.
“I know you’re a Leo,” Bucky said, as if that would suffice for an answer.
“Oh my god,” Steve said, “It’s July first.”
“We’re getting off track,” Sam said, “What exactly is your game plan here?”
Steve put his hands on his hips, shifting his weight to face away from her room, “Honestly, I have no idea.”
“Well lucky for you,” Bucky stated, clear confidence emerging in his tone, “We’re here to help.”
Steve looked at him, disbelieving, but also slightly intrigued. “Oh yeah?” He asked, half jokingly. At this point, he’d take all the help he could get.
“Yeah,” Sam spoke, nearly offended that Rogers could ever doubt the Wilson charm. And whatever the hell Bucky thought he had going for him.
“Just go in there and be cool, flex a little, maybe be a little dismissive.” Sam said.
“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky agreed, eagerly, “And like–act like she wanted you there.”
Sam snapped his fingers, “Exactly, make her come to you.”
Bucky and Sam stood, satisfied with themselves, as Steve stared slack jawed at the men in his presence.
“You guys are idiots, how have you ever gotten laid?” He asked.
Immediately they were offended, quickly jumping to their defense. As the three soldier’s argument increased in both intensity and volume, they didn’t realize they’d attracted the attention of the woman on the other side of the door.
Y/N huffed as the sound penetrated her walls, snapping her laptop shut as she rose and charged to her door. Whipping it open, she startled the men in front of her.
Bucky screamed and nearly knocked Sam over, while Steve stared at her like a deer in headlights.
“Will you guys shut up, I’m trying to–” Her face lit up with a sudden epiphany, “Steve! Get in here.”
Before any of them could react, or argue, the young woman had grabbed Steve’s arm, and with surprising strength, pulled him into her room. The door slammed shut in Bucky and Sam’s faces, leaving them as dumbfounded as ever. They scrambled to press the ears against the door, not wanting to miss a second of whatever was going to happen next.
~
“Thank god you’re here, I need your help–”
Steve stood panicked in her doorway, unsure of what to do. She started pacing around the room, dramatically gesturing to further elaborate whatever point she was trying to make; which was completely lost on Steve. This was classic Y/N behavior; off on her own tangent and assuming Steve was with her every step of the way. Usually, he was, but this time he was too caught up in the ideas that Sharon, Bucky and Sam had put in his head.
Fuck, what did they say to do? Uh–flex. Damn it, what do I do with my body? What do I do with my hands?
Steve tried to control his expression; aiming for stoicism, cool, as Wilson described it. With his awkward smoulder, Steve moved to lean against the wall in a flattering way. He flexed, or tried to, as he braced himself in the most horrible attempt at casual standing.
He looked around the room; trying to be nonchalant while Y/N continued.
“So,” She said, “What do you think?”
“Uh–yeah, sure. Cool, whatever.” He said. Dismissive, got it.
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she took in his stance, gesturing a hand to the wall he was placed against.
“Uh.. what are you doing?” She asked.
Immediately embarrassed at whatever the hell that was, Steve stood upright.
“Nothing, nevermind,” He said in an attempt to brush off his previous actions, “What were you saying?”
She groaned, “Just get over here.”
She manhandled him, pulling him to the centre of the room, closely in front of her.
“Okay,” she said, “Try it.”
“Try what?” He asked. “Try to kiss me!” She said.
He pushed her hands off his arms, “What?!”
She laughed stupidly, “You don’t have to actually do it. I just need to get a feel for the actions.”
She went to take a step forward, her arms getting ready to wrap around his shoulders. Steve took a step back and raised his hands in fear.
“What actions? What are you talking about?” Steve sputtered.
“Oh my god, were you even listening?” She teased, reaching for his forearms to pull him back. God was she strong. Or was Steve just oddly willing?
“Chris is about to kiss Hailey, or try to anyway. Sebastian and Anthony just talked to him and he’s finally gonna do it. Your shirt was working for awhile but now I’m getting stuck again. So–try to put yourself in that position. You just realized you’re in love with your best friend; and you’re really gonna go for it. Act it out if it helps.”
Steve felt like he was going to throw up, lord help me.
“Y/N, I don’t think this is a good idea–”
“Come on,” she ushered, “It’s just me.”
“Exactly.” He said.
She shook her head at his ridiculousness, not aware of the real sentiment behind his words.
“Please? Do it for me.” She begged.
He looked down to the hands wrapped around his forearms; this felt like cheating. It wasn’t supposed to go like this; using the incredibly odd and specific scenario she’d laid out for him. It was hitting too close to home; how could he use this as a scapegoat to get what he wanted? Confessing his feelings and holding her in a way he’d wanted to for so long… the guilt overcame him.
But as he looked back into her eyes, as she was pleading for him to do this for her, he knew he couldn’t say no.
“Alright–can you just, can you close your eyes? It’s freaking me out.” He said.
She nodded eagerly, closing her eyes at his request.
He sighed, I guess it’s now or never.
He slipped his arms from her grip, and gingerly took her hands in his. He ran his thumbs over her knuckles, and resisted the urge to pull her closer. To press a kiss along every delicate finger in his grasp, to take her immediately how he wanted to. He inhaled, he exhaled, he had to pace himself.
“Okay,” He whispered, readying himself for what he was about to do.
“I want you, I’ve wanted you for so long that it’s driving me crazy. I–I don’t how to do this; how to do this right but I have to do this now because I know if I don’t I never will.”
He laughed at himself; the romantic honesty of it all.
“I’m crazy about you; I can’t get enough of you.”
He let his hands glide down to her wrists, bringing her to his chest and placing her hands on his shoulders. His arms fell to wrap his hands around her waist, drifting his fingers along the shirt that he knew was his, revelling in the fact that she was in his clothing; and in some indescribable way; in his possession.
She was lost in the low timbre of his voice, completely consumed by his words. It sounded so real.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He asked, breathlessly in her ear. “I could just…”
He allowed himself to trail off, lips ghosting just over hers, taking in all the beautiful features of her face that he’d admired countless times before.
This was it; this was the moment he’d been praying for.
She broke into a smile, opening her eyes and playfully squealing.
“That was perfect!” She said, not moving from her position. “That was so good, how’d you think–”
He didn’t let her finish.
Words couldn’t describe how good her lips felt on his; how intoxicating the feeling of her bare skin was in the palms of his hands.
He clutched her tightly as he kissed her; gripping the soft flesh of her waist in a desperate hold to keep this moment as long as possible. Indulging himself in her taste, her touch.
His tongue trailed gently along her bottom lip before gently taking it between his teeth.
She gasped softly as he deepened the kiss, her hands instinctively wrapping in his blond locks.
As she tugged at his hair, eliciting a groan from Steve, he shifted his hands down to her hips and pulled her taught against him.
Her hand moved to cup his chin, lightly scraping the stubble with her finger tips. She moaned as the action made Steve’s fingers dig into the skin of her back. She arched her chest at the feeling of the possessive hold.
Why the hell hadn’t they been doing this the whole time?
She pulled back from his kiss, trying to catch her breath. Steve couldn’t read the look in her eyes; a mix of shock and confusion, and another emotion he wasn’t sure he’d seen before.
She tried to clear her mind as her hands shifted to rest on his chest; she felt his heartbeat pounding with the rise and fall of his own breath.
“Get on the bed.” She demanded.
Steve’s eyes widened at the command, stupidly ogling her as her hands moved to remove her–his shirt.
“What about your story?” He asked her.
She chuckled lightly at his naivety, reaching out to grip his biceps and pull him towards her.
In one quick motion, she pulled them on to her mattress. Steve reached out his hands to brace his fall, hovering above her.
With a lustful glint in her eye, she smiled.
“Fuck the story. We’ve got better things to do.”
~
“Sam we have to go,” Bucky said, “They’re gonna start fucking and I don’t wanna be around for that.”
~
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@unsaltedalmonds Bucky is the worlds BIGGEST dumbass, but maybe he steps up in part 3? I dunno I just write things @babybluereads knows 😉
A Favor (Part 2)
Summary: Y/N is reeling in the aftermath of her intoxicated confession. She’s thought about this long and hard; she knows what she wants. Now she just has to work up the courage and say something…
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: swearing, slight angst, suggestive themes
Word Count: 2.5k
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Co-written by @babybluereads bc I can’t think of action for SHIT 🥴🥺💕😩🤷‍♀️👯‍♂️ ILY bb
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buckysbabygorl · 6 days ago
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@unsaltedalmonds whenever I see you like my content I honestly get so happy 💕 thank you bb i hope you enjoy
A Favor (Part 1)
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: sex, alcohol, swearing, shitty exes, virginity
Summary: After breaking up with her boyfriend; Y/N drunkenly admits to the team that she’s never had sex. Not only is she single, but she’s looking. Everyone knows about the crush Barnes harbours for Y/N, but all is fair in love and war… will Barnes admit how he feels before she’s swept up? Or will Y/N find someone else to satisfy her needs?
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#super bad liars
CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014) THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER (2021)
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@emimaki this literally made my night 💕 thank you so much, I’m so happy you liked it
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Summary: Friends help each other out, that’s just how it is. Steve doesn’t bat an eye at his and Y/N’s behaviour, but insights from Sharon make Steve rethink things between them.
Word Count: 3k
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, dumbasses Bucky and Sam
“Steve!”
Sharon nearly spilled her beer as she jumped at the voice, surprised to hear it so loudly after Y/N had been holed up in her room for days.
Steve turned nonchalantly at this voice; used to the chaotic out bursts. “Yeah?”
The young woman trotted in, dishevelled and tired but manic looking.
“I need your shirt, I’m on to something here–”
Steve stood without hesitation; as if he’d done this thousands of times before. And he had.
“On it,” he said, pulling the garment off with one hand and tossing it in her direction.
She caught it with ease, not even taking in his shirtless state as if she’d seen it a thousand times before. And she had.
Sharon however had never seen this interaction before, and stared in awe at the two’s casual exchange.
As Y/N rushed out of the lounge and back to her room, Sharon couldn’t help but gawk.
“What the hell was that?” She asked, amused.
“What?” Steve asked, now shirtless on the couch, “Oh–she’s writing.”
He sipped his beer after his statement, and Sharon was surprised at how he expected that to answer her question.
“I’m sorry?” She said confused.
He leaned further back into the couch, getting comfy. “She’s writing–she needs my shirt when she writes.”
Sharon laughed; “Why’s that?”
Finishing off the last of his bottle, he set it down on the floor as he spoke; “She says it helps her write when she gets stuck–it’s a weird process but…” he shrugged as he grabbed a new bottle.
“How romantic.” Sharon teased, sipping her own beer.
He smiled awkwardly; flustered at where the conversation was going, “Come on–” “What? We’re friends, we can talk about this stuff.” She said.
He gave her a look, “Can we?”
She shook her head at his prudence, taking another swig.
“Yes,” she said, “It’s not like we were married. We kissed like–twice, plus you’re not exactly my type anymore…”
Steve chuckled, “Oh right–how is Maria, by the way?”
“Don’t change the subject,” she said, pointing a finger in his direction, “I want to hear more about this process.”
“It’s no big deal, it’s just…” He thought, choosing his words carefully to not give Sharon any more material to tease him with, “Helping out a friend.”
“Bullshit.” She said. He cracked open the bottle with his hand, avoiding response.
It was a touchy subject around the compound; his and Y/N’s very… intimate relationship. They were friends, coworkers they’d say. At least on the surface. But it couldn’t be missed how quickly he fell in line for her; and how her first instinct with anything and everything was to go to Rogers. They refused to go on missions without the other; they were touchy, they were jokey, if you found one the other was always in close proximity. Hell, the team was surprised they weren’t sharing a room yet. But apparently, for some unknown reason, they told everyone and themselves they were just friends.
Sharon looked at him, deadpan. “Steve.”
He looked back to her in playful annoyance. “What?”
She slapped her thigh with her free hand, finishing off her drink. “Come on, let’s get into this.”
He sighed, “I don’t know what to tell you–she doesn’t see me that way.”
She jumped on his choice of words immediately, “She?!”
Flustered, he waved a hand at her. “No, no, no–that’s not what I meant.”
“It’s not not what you meant.” She countered, “You like her.”
“Shut up,” he said, not knowing what else to say.
“That’s not a no.” She hummed as she thought of another point; “And what’s she need your shirt for anyway? That’s cute as hell.”
He sighed again, “Well–it helps her… get in the mindset.”
“Pardon?” she asked at his cryptic explanation. “‘Mindset’?”
He didn’t want to admit the reason, running a hand over his face, flustered.
He bit his thumb, his voice coming out muffled as he spoke. “Well, she writes about… characters… in romantic settings, so–”
He spoke, drawing out his words, “She needs inspiration, for those kinds of scenes.”
“Dude, EW!” She said, way too much information coming her way for being this sober, “I don’t wanna hear that.”
“NO,” he defended, “Not in a weird way. But like–if the guy gives the girl his shirt, or he picks her up or something, I dunno, but like–she’s very sensory. So the shirt helps with getting into the moment. She can put herself in the character’s shoes, if that makes sense.”
Sharon’s eyes went wide as she cracked open a bottle for herself, “Well I don’t know how you’re not using that to your advantage.”
Steve did a double take, “Elaborate.”
She laughed through her nose, “Well, if I were in your place–”
“–Hey.” He warned.
She raised her hands in defense, “I’m just saying, you could be giving her a hell of a lot more inspiration than your shirt and your cologne.”
“You think she likes my cologne?” He asked.
“Steve, you’re a grown man. In fact you’re an old man, figure it out for yourself.”
They sat in silence as Sharon waited for Steve to ponder this.
He jolted upright as if having an epiphany; “you don’t think–”
“–really? Are you fucking kidding me?”
She laughed at his blushing cheeks, he ran a hand through his hair cursing under his breath.
“So what now?”
“Oh my god–” Sharon said through gritted teeth, “Go give her inspiration. I swear you’d never get laid if I wasn’t around.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” Steve joked.
“Hey,” She said, kicking his shin lightly.
He laughed, “Hey, we’re friends, we can talk about this.”
She chuckled, shaking her head. “Are you gonna go in there or what?”
“Like–now?”
“Yes! You dumbass, go get your girl. I can wait, I can handle myself.” She sipped her beer as if giving an example, and patiently waited for Steve to go.
Hesitantly, Steve rose from his spot, wiping his hands along his jeans nervously. He was stalling, evidently so. Was he really gonna do this? He didn’t know what was lying on the other side of that door, metaphorically speaking. He knew she was likely frantically typing away, thinking out loud, and egging herself on. How could even begin to approach that. The man didn’t have any moves; hell, the last time he’d kissed a girl was Sharon, and that was ages ago.
He was frozen in place; glancing back and forth between the hallway and the woman in front of him. What the fuck was he gonna do?
“What are you doing? Warming up? Just go already.” Sharon complained.
Steve sighed, throwing his head back in annoyance, “Fine,” he exclaimed, “But if this goes south, it’s your fault.”
“Fine, fine, whatever, I take the blame. Just do something already.”
Fed up with her pestering, Steve forced himself to leave the room.
Okay Rogers, you got this.
As he hunkered down the hall, moving quickly before he could change his mind, Rogers continued to silently hype himself up.
You–you’re captain america. You. Are. America’s. Ass. You’re already shirtless, and that’s half the battle won.
But as he found himself in front of Y/N’s door; all his false surety had disappeared.
Steve groaned to himself, “Oh my god, what am I doing?”
“What are you doing?”
The voice of his friend made Steve jump, as he realized he wasn’t alone.
Bucky and Sam approached him from the other end of the hall.
“Steve, where’s your shirt?” Bucky asked, equally as confused as Sam. They then realized who’s door he was in front of, and immediately lit up.
“Whoa, are you coming or going Rogers?” Sam asked, assuming illicit activities were taking place.
Steve pursed his lip, looking back to the door in front of him. “Coming, at least trying to.”
“Seriously? You’re actually making a move? I never thought I’d see the day–” Bucky said.
“–Proud of you buddy, we didn’t think you’d ever go for it.” Sam added.
“Wh–” Steve stuttered, looking between the two, in both shock and embarrassment. “Does everyone know how I feel?”
“About Y/N? Uh–yeah.” Sam said.
“Come on Steve, you’re not exactly the most subtle when it comes to feelings.” Bucky explained, “You’re always together..”
Sam added on, “…whenever you’re not, you’re depressed…”
Bucky nodded, “You remember her birthday, she remembers yours–”
“–Wait, do you guys not know my birthday?” Steve asked.
The two friends shared a look, squinting as they pondered how to break the news that; no, they didn’t.
“July?” Sam asked.
“I know you’re a Leo,” Bucky said, as if that would suffice for an answer.
“Oh my god,” Steve said, “It’s July first.”
“We’re getting off track,” Sam said, “What exactly is your game plan here?”
Steve put his hands on his hips, shifting his weight to face away from her room, “Honestly, I have no idea.”
“Well lucky for you,” Bucky stated, clear confidence emerging in his tone, “We’re here to help.”
Steve looked at him, disbelieving, but also slightly intrigued. “Oh yeah?” He asked, half jokingly. At this point, he’d take all the help he could get.
“Yeah,” Sam spoke, nearly offended that Rogers could ever doubt the Wilson charm. And whatever the hell Bucky thought he had going for him.
“Just go in there and be cool, flex a little, maybe be a little dismissive.” Sam said.
“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky agreed, eagerly, “And like–act like she wanted you there.”
Sam snapped his fingers, “Exactly, make her come to you.”
Bucky and Sam stood, satisfied with themselves, as Steve stared slack jawed at the men in his presence.
“You guys are idiots, how have you ever gotten laid?” He asked.
Immediately they were offended, quickly jumping to their defense. As the three soldier’s argument increased in both intensity and volume, they didn’t realize they’d attracted the attention of the woman on the other side of the door.
Y/N huffed as the sound penetrated her walls, snapping her laptop shut as she rose and charged to her door. Whipping it open, she startled the men in front of her.
Bucky screamed and nearly knocked Sam over, while Steve stared at her like a deer in headlights.
“Will you guys shut up, I’m trying to–” Her face lit up with a sudden epiphany, “Steve! Get in here.”
Before any of them could react, or argue, the young woman had grabbed Steve’s arm, and with surprising strength, pulled him into her room. The door slammed shut in Bucky and Sam’s faces, leaving them as dumbfounded as ever. They scrambled to press the ears against the door, not wanting to miss a second of whatever was going to happen next.
~
“Thank god you’re here, I need your help–”
Steve stood panicked in her doorway, unsure of what to do. She started pacing around the room, dramatically gesturing to further elaborate whatever point she was trying to make; which was completely lost on Steve. This was classic Y/N behavior; off on her own tangent and assuming Steve was with her every step of the way. Usually, he was, but this time he was too caught up in the ideas that Sharon, Bucky and Sam had put in his head.
Fuck, what did they say to do? Uh–flex. Damn it, what do I do with my body? What do I do with my hands?
Steve tried to control his expression; aiming for stoicism, cool, as Wilson described it. With his awkward smoulder, Steve moved to lean against the wall in a flattering way. He flexed, or tried to, as he braced himself in the most horrible attempt at casual standing.
He looked around the room; trying to be nonchalant while Y/N continued.
“So,” She said, “What do you think?”
“Uh–yeah, sure. Cool, whatever.” He said. Dismissive, got it.
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she took in his stance, gesturing a hand to the wall he was placed against.
“Uh.. what are you doing?” She asked.
Immediately embarrassed at whatever the hell that was, Steve stood upright.
“Nothing, nevermind,” He said in an attempt to brush off his previous actions, “What were you saying?”
She groaned, “Just get over here.”
She manhandled him, pulling him to the centre of the room, closely in front of her.
“Okay,” she said, “Try it.”
“Try what?” He asked. “Try to kiss me!” She said.
He pushed her hands off his arms, “What?!”
She laughed stupidly, “You don’t have to actually do it. I just need to get a feel for the actions.”
She went to take a step forward, her arms getting ready to wrap around his shoulders. Steve took a step back and raised his hands in fear.
“What actions? What are you talking about?” Steve sputtered.
“Oh my god, were you even listening?” She teased, reaching for his forearms to pull him back. God was she strong. Or was Steve just oddly willing?
“Chris is about to kiss Hailey, or try to anyway. Sebastian and Anthony just talked to him and he’s finally gonna do it. Your shirt was working for awhile but now I’m getting stuck again. So–try to put yourself in that position. You just realized you’re in love with your best friend; and you’re really gonna go for it. Act it out if it helps.”
Steve felt like he was going to throw up, lord help me.
“Y/N, I don’t think this is a good idea–”
“Come on,” she ushered, “It’s just me.”
“Exactly.” He said.
She shook her head at his ridiculousness, not aware of the real sentiment behind his words.
“Please? Do it for me.” She begged.
He looked down to the hands wrapped around his forearms; this felt like cheating. It wasn’t supposed to go like this; using the incredibly odd and specific scenario she’d laid out for him. It was hitting too close to home; how could he use this as a scapegoat to get what he wanted? Confessing his feelings and holding her in a way he’d wanted to for so long… the guilt overcame him.
But as he looked back into her eyes, as she was pleading for him to do this for her, he knew he couldn’t say no.
“Alright–can you just, can you close your eyes? It’s freaking me out.” He said.
She nodded eagerly, closing her eyes at his request.
He sighed, I guess it’s now or never.
He slipped his arms from her grip, and gingerly took her hands in his. He ran his thumbs over her knuckles, and resisted the urge to pull her closer. To press a kiss along every delicate finger in his grasp, to take her immediately how he wanted to. He inhaled, he exhaled, he had to pace himself.
“Okay,” He whispered, readying himself for what he was about to do.
“I want you, I’ve wanted you for so long that it’s driving me crazy. I–I don’t how to do this; how to do this right but I have to do this now because I know if I don’t I never will.”
He laughed at himself; the romantic honesty of it all.
“I’m crazy about you; I can’t get enough of you.”
He let his hands glide down to her wrists, bringing her to his chest and placing her hands on his shoulders. His arms fell to wrap his hands around her waist, drifting his fingers along the shirt that he knew was his, revelling in the fact that she was in his clothing; and in some indescribable way; in his possession.
She was lost in the low timbre of his voice, completely consumed by his words. It sounded so real.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He asked, breathlessly in her ear. “I could just…”
He allowed himself to trail off, lips ghosting just over hers, taking in all the beautiful features of her face that he’d admired countless times before.
This was it; this was the moment he’d been praying for.
She broke into a smile, opening her eyes and playfully squealing.
“That was perfect!” She said, not moving from her position. “That was so good, how’d you think–”
He didn’t let her finish.
Words couldn’t describe how good her lips felt on his; how intoxicating the feeling of her bare skin was in the palms of his hands.
He clutched her tightly as he kissed her; gripping the soft flesh of her waist in a desperate hold to keep this moment as long as possible. Indulging himself in her taste, her touch.
His tongue trailed gently along her bottom lip before gently taking it between his teeth.
She gasped softly as he deepened the kiss, her hands instinctively wrapping in his blond locks.
As she tugged at his hair, eliciting a groan from Steve, he shifted his hands down to her hips and pulled her taught against him.
Her hand moved to cup his chin, lightly scraping the stubble with her finger tips. She moaned as the action made Steve’s fingers dig into the skin of her back. She arched her chest at the feeling of the possessive hold.
Why the hell hadn’t they been doing this the whole time?
She pulled back from his kiss, trying to catch her breath. Steve couldn’t read the look in her eyes; a mix of shock and confusion, and another emotion he wasn’t sure he’d seen before.
She tried to clear her mind as her hands shifted to rest on his chest; she felt his heartbeat pounding with the rise and fall of his own breath.
“Get on the bed.” She demanded.
Steve’s eyes widened at the command, stupidly ogling her as her hands moved to remove her–his shirt.
“What about your story?” He asked her.
She chuckled lightly at his naivety, reaching out to grip his biceps and pull him towards her.
In one quick motion, she pulled them on to her mattress. Steve reached out his hands to brace his fall, hovering above her.
With a lustful glint in her eye, she smiled.
“Fuck the story. We’ve got better things to do.”
~
“Sam we have to go,” Bucky said, “They’re gonna start fucking and I don’t wanna be around for that.”
~
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Summary: Friends help each other out, that’s just how it is. Steve doesn’t bat an eye at his and Y/N’s behaviour, but insights from Sharon make Steve rethink things between them.
Word Count: 3k
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, dumbasses Bucky and Sam
“Steve!”
Sharon nearly spilled her beer as she jumped at the voice, surprised to hear it so loudly after Y/N had been holed up in her room for days.
Steve turned nonchalantly at this voice; used to the chaotic out bursts. “Yeah?”
The young woman trotted in, dishevelled and tired but manic looking.
“I need your shirt, I’m on to something here–”
Steve stood without hesitation; as if he’d done this thousands of times before. And he had.
“On it,” he said, pulling the garment off with one hand and tossing it in her direction.
She caught it with ease, not even taking in his shirtless state as if she’d seen it a thousand times before. And she had.
Sharon however had never seen this interaction before, and stared in awe at the two’s casual exchange.
As Y/N rushed out of the lounge and back to her room, Sharon couldn’t help but gawk.
“What the hell was that?” She asked, amused.
“What?” Steve asked, now shirtless on the couch, “Oh–she’s writing.”
He sipped his beer after his statement, and Sharon was surprised at how he expected that to answer her question.
“I’m sorry?” She said confused.
He leaned further back into the couch, getting comfy. “She’s writing–she needs my shirt when she writes.”
Sharon laughed; “Why’s that?”
Finishing off the last of his bottle, he set it down on the floor as he spoke; “She says it helps her write when she gets stuck–it’s a weird process but…” he shrugged as he grabbed a new bottle.
“How romantic.” Sharon teased, sipping her own beer.
He smiled awkwardly; flustered at where the conversation was going, “Come on–” “What? We’re friends, we can talk about this stuff.” She said.
He gave her a look, “Can we?”
She shook her head at his prudence, taking another swig.
“Yes,” she said, “It’s not like we were married. We kissed like–twice, plus you’re not exactly my type anymore…”
Steve chuckled, “Oh right–how is Maria, by the way?”
“Don’t change the subject,” she said, pointing a finger in his direction, “I want to hear more about this process.”
“It’s no big deal, it’s just…” He thought, choosing his words carefully to not give Sharon any more material to tease him with, “Helping out a friend.”
“Bullshit.” She said. He cracked open the bottle with his hand, avoiding response.
It was a touchy subject around the compound; his and Y/N’s very… intimate relationship. They were friends, coworkers they’d say. At least on the surface. But it couldn’t be missed how quickly he fell in line for her; and how her first instinct with anything and everything was to go to Rogers. They refused to go on missions without the other; they were touchy, they were jokey, if you found one the other was always in close proximity. Hell, the team was surprised they weren’t sharing a room yet. But apparently, for some unknown reason, they told everyone and themselves they were just friends.
Sharon looked at him, deadpan. “Steve.”
He looked back to her in playful annoyance. “What?”
She slapped her thigh with her free hand, finishing off her drink. “Come on, let’s get into this.”
He sighed, “I don’t know what to tell you–she doesn’t see me that way.”
She jumped on his choice of words immediately, “She?!”
Flustered, he waved a hand at her. “No, no, no–that’s not what I meant.”
“It’s not not what you meant.” She countered, “You like her.”
“Shut up,” he said, not knowing what else to say.
“That’s not a no.” She hummed as she thought of another point; “And what’s she need your shirt for anyway? That’s cute as hell.”
He sighed again, “Well–it helps her… get in the mindset.”
“Pardon?” she asked at his cryptic explanation. “‘Mindset’?”
He didn’t want to admit the reason, running a hand over his face, flustered.
He bit his thumb, his voice coming out muffled as he spoke. “Well, she writes about… characters… in romantic settings, so–”
He spoke, drawing out his words, “She needs inspiration, for those kinds of scenes.”
“Dude, EW!” She said, way too much information coming her way for being this sober, “I don’t wanna hear that.”
“NO,” he defended, “Not in a weird way. But like–if the guy gives the girl his shirt, or he picks her up or something, I dunno, but like–she’s very sensory. So the shirt helps with getting into the moment. She can put herself in the character’s shoes, if that makes sense.”
Sharon’s eyes went wide as she cracked open a bottle for herself, “Well I don’t know how you’re not using that to your advantage.”
Steve did a double take, “Elaborate.”
She laughed through her nose, “Well, if I were in your place–”
“–Hey.” He warned.
She raised her hands in defense, “I’m just saying, you could be giving her a hell of a lot more inspiration than your shirt and your cologne.”
“You think she likes my cologne?” He asked.
“Steve, you’re a grown man. In fact you’re an old man, figure it out for yourself.”
They sat in silence as Sharon waited for Steve to ponder this.
He jolted upright as if having an epiphany; “you don’t think–”
“–really? Are you fucking kidding me?”
She laughed at his blushing cheeks, he ran a hand through his hair cursing under his breath.
“So what now?”
“Oh my god–” Sharon said through gritted teeth, “Go give her inspiration. I swear you’d never get laid if I wasn’t around.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” Steve joked.
“Hey,” She said, kicking his shin lightly.
He laughed, “Hey, we’re friends, we can talk about this.”
She chuckled, shaking her head. “Are you gonna go in there or what?”
“Like–now?”
“Yes! You dumbass, go get your girl. I can wait, I can handle myself.” She sipped her beer as if giving an example, and patiently waited for Steve to go.
Hesitantly, Steve rose from his spot, wiping his hands along his jeans nervously. He was stalling, evidently so. Was he really gonna do this? He didn’t know what was lying on the other side of that door, metaphorically speaking. He knew she was likely frantically typing away, thinking out loud, and egging herself on. How could even begin to approach that. The man didn’t have any moves; hell, the last time he’d kissed a girl was Sharon, and that was ages ago.
He was frozen in place; glancing back and forth between the hallway and the woman in front of him. What the fuck was he gonna do?
“What are you doing? Warming up? Just go already.” Sharon complained.
Steve sighed, throwing his head back in annoyance, “Fine,” he exclaimed, “But if this goes south, it’s your fault.”
“Fine, fine, whatever, I take the blame. Just do something already.”
Fed up with her pestering, Steve forced himself to leave the room.
Okay Rogers, you got this.
As he hunkered down the hall, moving quickly before he could change his mind, Rogers continued to silently hype himself up.
You–you’re captain america. You. Are. America’s. Ass. You’re already shirtless, and that’s half the battle won.
But as he found himself in front of Y/N’s door; all his false surety had disappeared.
Steve groaned to himself, “Oh my god, what am I doing?”
“What are you doing?”
The voice of his friend made Steve jump, as he realized he wasn’t alone.
Bucky and Sam approached him from the other end of the hall.
“Steve, where’s your shirt?” Bucky asked, equally as confused as Sam. They then realized who’s door he was in front of, and immediately lit up.
“Whoa, are you coming or going Rogers?” Sam asked, assuming illicit activities were taking place.
Steve pursed his lip, looking back to the door in front of him. “Coming, at least trying to.”
“Seriously? You’re actually making a move? I never thought I’d see the day–” Bucky said.
“–Proud of you buddy, we didn’t think you’d ever go for it.” Sam added.
“Wh–” Steve stuttered, looking between the two, in both shock and embarrassment. “Does everyone know how I feel?”
“About Y/N? Uh–yeah.” Sam said.
“Come on Steve, you’re not exactly the most subtle when it comes to feelings.” Bucky explained, “You’re always together..”
Sam added on, “…whenever you’re not, you’re depressed…”
Bucky nodded, “You remember her birthday, she remembers yours–”
“–Wait, do you guys not know my birthday?” Steve asked.
The two friends shared a look, squinting as they pondered how to break the news that; no, they didn’t.
“July?” Sam asked.
“I know you’re a Leo,” Bucky said, as if that would suffice for an answer.
“Oh my god,” Steve said, “It’s July first.”
“We’re getting off track,” Sam said, “What exactly is your game plan here?”
Steve put his hands on his hips, shifting his weight to face away from her room, “Honestly, I have no idea.”
“Well lucky for you,” Bucky stated, clear confidence emerging in his tone, “We’re here to help.”
Steve looked at him, disbelieving, but also slightly intrigued. “Oh yeah?” He asked, half jokingly. At this point, he’d take all the help he could get.
“Yeah,” Sam spoke, nearly offended that Rogers could ever doubt the Wilson charm. And whatever the hell Bucky thought he had going for him.
“Just go in there and be cool, flex a little, maybe be a little dismissive.” Sam said.
“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky agreed, eagerly, “And like–act like she wanted you there.”
Sam snapped his fingers, “Exactly, make her come to you.”
Bucky and Sam stood, satisfied with themselves, as Steve stared slack jawed at the men in his presence.
“You guys are idiots, how have you ever gotten laid?” He asked.
Immediately they were offended, quickly jumping to their defense. As the three soldier’s argument increased in both intensity and volume, they didn’t realize they’d attracted the attention of the woman on the other side of the door.
Y/N huffed as the sound penetrated her walls, snapping her laptop shut as she rose and charged to her door. Whipping it open, she startled the men in front of her.
Bucky screamed and nearly knocked Sam over, while Steve stared at her like a deer in headlights.
“Will you guys shut up, I’m trying to–” Her face lit up with a sudden epiphany, “Steve! Get in here.”
Before any of them could react, or argue, the young woman had grabbed Steve’s arm, and with surprising strength, pulled him into her room. The door slammed shut in Bucky and Sam’s faces, leaving them as dumbfounded as ever. They scrambled to press the ears against the door, not wanting to miss a second of whatever was going to happen next.
~
“Thank god you’re here, I need your help–”
Steve stood panicked in her doorway, unsure of what to do. She started pacing around the room, dramatically gesturing to further elaborate whatever point she was trying to make; which was completely lost on Steve. This was classic Y/N behavior; off on her own tangent and assuming Steve was with her every step of the way. Usually, he was, but this time he was too caught up in the ideas that Sharon, Bucky and Sam had put in his head.
Fuck, what did they say to do? Uh–flex. Damn it, what do I do with my body? What do I do with my hands?
Steve tried to control his expression; aiming for stoicism, cool, as Wilson described it. With his awkward smoulder, Steve moved to lean against the wall in a flattering way. He flexed, or tried to, as he braced himself in the most horrible attempt at casual standing.
He looked around the room; trying to be nonchalant while Y/N continued.
“So,” She said, “What do you think?”
“Uh–yeah, sure. Cool, whatever.” He said. Dismissive, got it.
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she took in his stance, gesturing a hand to the wall he was placed against.
“Uh.. what are you doing?” She asked.
Immediately embarrassed at whatever the hell that was, Steve stood upright.
“Nothing, nevermind,” He said in an attempt to brush off his previous actions, “What were you saying?”
She groaned, “Just get over here.”
She manhandled him, pulling him to the centre of the room, closely in front of her.
“Okay,” she said, “Try it.”
“Try what?” He asked. “Try to kiss me!” She said.
He pushed her hands off his arms, “What?!”
She laughed stupidly, “You don’t have to actually do it. I just need to get a feel for the actions.”
She went to take a step forward, her arms getting ready to wrap around his shoulders. Steve took a step back and raised his hands in fear.
“What actions? What are you talking about?” Steve sputtered.
“Oh my god, were you even listening?” She teased, reaching for his forearms to pull him back. God was she strong. Or was Steve just oddly willing?
“Chris is about to kiss Hailey, or try to anyway. Sebastian and Anthony just talked to him and he’s finally gonna do it. Your shirt was working for awhile but now I’m getting stuck again. So–try to put yourself in that position. You just realized you’re in love with your best friend; and you’re really gonna go for it. Act it out if it helps.”
Steve felt like he was going to throw up, lord help me.
“Y/N, I don’t think this is a good idea–”
“Come on,” she ushered, “It’s just me.”
“Exactly.” He said.
She shook her head at his ridiculousness, not aware of the real sentiment behind his words.
“Please? Do it for me.” She begged.
He looked down to the hands wrapped around his forearms; this felt like cheating. It wasn’t supposed to go like this; using the incredibly odd and specific scenario she’d laid out for him. It was hitting too close to home; how could he use this as a scapegoat to get what he wanted? Confessing his feelings and holding her in a way he’d wanted to for so long… the guilt overcame him.
But as he looked back into her eyes, as she was pleading for him to do this for her, he knew he couldn’t say no.
“Alright–can you just, can you close your eyes? It’s freaking me out.” He said.
She nodded eagerly, closing her eyes at his request.
He sighed, I guess it’s now or never.
He slipped his arms from her grip, and gingerly took her hands in his. He ran his thumbs over her knuckles, and resisted the urge to pull her closer. To press a kiss along every delicate finger in his grasp, to take her immediately how he wanted to. He inhaled, he exhaled, he had to pace himself.
“Okay,” He whispered, readying himself for what he was about to do.
“I want you, I’ve wanted you for so long that it’s driving me crazy. I–I don’t how to do this; how to do this right but I have to do this now because I know if I don’t I never will.”
He laughed at himself; the romantic honesty of it all.
“I’m crazy about you; I can’t get enough of you.”
He let his hands glide down to her wrists, bringing her to his chest and placing her hands on his shoulders. His arms fell to wrap his hands around her waist, drifting his fingers along the shirt that he knew was his, revelling in the fact that she was in his clothing; and in some indescribable way; in his possession.
She was lost in the low timbre of his voice, completely consumed by his words. It sounded so real.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He asked, breathlessly in her ear. “I could just…”
He allowed himself to trail off, lips ghosting just over hers, taking in all the beautiful features of her face that he’d admired countless times before.
This was it; this was the moment he’d been praying for.
She broke into a smile, opening her eyes and playfully squealing.
“That was perfect!” She said, not moving from her position. “That was so good, how’d you think–”
He didn’t let her finish.
Words couldn’t describe how good her lips felt on his; how intoxicating the feeling of her bare skin was in the palms of his hands.
He clutched her tightly as he kissed her; gripping the soft flesh of her waist in a desperate hold to keep this moment as long as possible. Indulging himself in her taste, her touch.
His tongue trailed gently along her bottom lip before gently taking it between his teeth.
She gasped softly as he deepened the kiss, her hands instinctively wrapping in his blond locks.
As she tugged at his hair, eliciting a groan from Steve, he shifted his hands down to her hips and pulled her taught against him.
Her hand moved to cup his chin, lightly scraping the stubble with her finger tips. She moaned as the action made Steve’s fingers dig into the skin of her back. She arched her chest at the feeling of the possessive hold.
Why the hell hadn’t they been doing this the whole time?
She pulled back from his kiss, trying to catch her breath. Steve couldn’t read the look in her eyes; a mix of shock and confusion, and another emotion he wasn’t sure he’d seen before.
She tried to clear her mind as her hands shifted to rest on his chest; she felt his heartbeat pounding with the rise and fall of his own breath.
“Get on the bed.” She demanded.
Steve’s eyes widened at the command, stupidly ogling her as her hands moved to remove her–his shirt.
“What about your story?” He asked her.
She chuckled lightly at his naivety, reaching out to grip his biceps and pull him towards her.
In one quick motion, she pulled them on to her mattress. Steve reached out his hands to brace his fall, hovering above her.
With a lustful glint in her eye, she smiled.
“Fuck the story. We’ve got better things to do.”
~
“Sam we have to go,” Bucky said, “They’re gonna start fucking and I don’t wanna be around for that.”
~
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