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theskytraveler · 4 years

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So, here’s the deal.

I’ve been a terrible internet friend lately to the lovely @dreamwritesimagines. Sorry. I didn’t mean to pull a Houdini, you know? In my defense, it’s been one of the craziest years of my life, but now I’m BACK! For good! And I know I said that before, but now it’s FOR REAL.

Btw, thanks for always tagging me in your work, it truly means the world.

Anyway, I need to make up to you, so here’s a little surprise 😉 Instead of reading each and every chapter I haven’t read yet and writing my lovely comments on them – spamming your notes with me in the process – I wrote this little thing here.

To you, Dream, here are my long overdue thoughts on your recent incredible work.

To you, my followers and whoever else might be reading this, here are some incredible fic recommendations. You’re welcome.

Since this is partially a fic rec post, I’m gonna write about everything available on your Masterlist, Dream. You know my thoughts on most of these, but ah well. I’m on a roll.

Series I have already finished: (so you can skip it if you’re curious about the ones I haven’t talked about yet)

First, my all-time favorite series you have ever written, the phenomenal Bad Habit. I guess this started as a one-shot and it became so much more. This series has it ALL! Great characters, smart and funny dialogue, fantastic character development and plot twists that hit you out of nowhere.

Oh, and the Y/N here is basically my spirit animal.

Btw, I reread this series a few days ago, and I wanna know: where is my sequel? Where’s the Christmas themed one-shot? My little Zoe acting as Matt’s sidekick and falling in love with Peter Parker (I still remember this anon headcanon, yes, and I still ship it, yes). Gah, I love this series.

While we’re on the Ben Barnes train, let’s talk about Daddy Issues. It’s a Westworld fic that doesn’t take place in Westworld. And it is GREAT. Logan and Y/N are so cute and the ending was perfect. And I still want a one-shot of a proposal, thanks.

And before we get into the more angsty stuff, we gotta talk about Invisible. It’s the softest series ever. I know it’s on a long hiatus for now, but I still think about Y/N and Steve and the fact that I lowkey ship her with Billy. When you find the inspiration for this series again, I’ll be ready. Also, what the hell happened in Detroit?

Ah, Don’t You Love Me. Don’t I love this series. (Sorry, terrible joke. Don’t you love me?). One of the best character developments ever. Y/N here is so flawed and struggling with so many things. It just makes her so human and real. And her road to recovery was a joy to read. And Steve is Steve. The most perfect puppy of a man. And how could I forget my favorite villain in all your series? Trent is GREAT! I STAN A PERFECT ANTAGONIST!

And, finally, it’s time to talk about Faint of Heart. Another one where the character development we see Y/N go through is astounding. I love Queenie, my favorite Y/N ever. This series had the most perfect ending I could dream of. And not just Queenie, I mean, this series has the most amazing cast of characters, I love all of them! The ones from the show and the new original ones. Queenie, Bree and Eric are my babies. AND I WILL DEFEND THAT SOMBER LITTLE PASSAGE WITH MY LIFE OK? THAT IS MY FAVORITE PART IN THE SERIES, NOBODY TOUCHES THAT!

From this point forward, be aware that there WILL be spoilers for new readers.

Series I started, but you have no idea who I feel about the ending because I never told you and series I haven’t started yet: (again, my bad, sorry).

There is never enough Billy Russo, is there? So, Once a Year. The one I never finished. UNTIL NOW THAT IS! Two dysfunctional people falling in love, ah. Or realizing they’ve been in love all along. Billy and Skittles give me the creeps, but I also couldn’t help but ship them. As I recall, the last chapter I read was Chapter 9 and I had a LOT OF QUESTIONS. Like, what the hell is actually going on kind of questions. AND WHAT HAPPENED LAST YEAR kind of questions. Here are my final (and edited, because this post was already super long, so I had to do some compromises) thoughts on this series:

Chapter 10: My desire to kill Krista is alive and well, I see. Carter is still a puppy and I see myself in Karen, because I too want to see all the drama up close. Skittles and Billy “broke up” and I am SAD. And also curious as to WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! Always questions, never answers;

Chapter 11: THEY KISSED, OMG, STOP EVERYTHING THIS IS SO GREAT, SO FINALLY, OMG, I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR LIKE 84 YEARS, NOBODY TOUCH ME! THEN HE SAID HE WAITED OVER 10 YEARS FOR THIS, EXCUSE ME DREAM HOW DARE YOU? YES THIS IS HAPPENING IN A PUBLIC BATHROOM, DON’T STOP THEM NOW! (This five steps game is so cute btw, BUT WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS NOW)! HE BROKE UP WITH KRISTA? YAY! JSFOIAHFI IT’S HAPPENING;

Chapter 12: THEY ARE SO SOFT, I CAN’T- and now everything has gone to shit. Well, it was good while it lasted. Why can’t they just communicate? Tell him what is going on, Skittles. Why are you marrying Carter? AT LEAST TELL ME! Oh, wait. They’re communicating. WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT! EXCUSE ME, WHAT THE FUCK? Bring me this Aldrich dude, I’ll kill him;

Chapter 13: This whole “second wedding” thing is cracking me up, I laugh every single time. Aldrich has some nerve showing up in the gallery. And I am reminded yet again of how much Skittles and Billy scare me hahaha it’s great;

Chapter 14: It really is one step forward and two steps back with those two, huh? I love my girl Karen! She ships it and her being confused about the situation is the funniest thing ever. And then she gives the best advice. Gotta love her. And now, back to the Skittles and Billy show… COME ON, MAN! Wait. IS SHE BREAKING UP WITH CARTER? Man, I’m so glad I don’t have to wait to find out, which brings us to…

Chapter 15: Oh, geez. I feel for Carter. Dream, set him up with Rose or something, I’m suddenly so sad. Carter is such a great guy. DAMN IT, BILLY! There are only two chapters of this left, how are you messing things up, man? Oh, wait. MERMAID! Oh, I just remembered that these two CREEP ME OUT. Jesus, Billy. That’s not romantic, man. Skittles and Billy need professional help, my GOD;

Chapter 16: Poor Carter. I’m not really a beach kind of person, but I’m glad Skittles and Billy are happy in a remote location. “BEYONCÉ TAUGHT ME BETTER”, THIS IS THE BEST QUOTE OF THIS SERIES, I’M DEAD! Awn, the gallery is so cute! I love it! OH NO! Rawlings. Of course you needed to give us on last plot twist, why am I surprised? EXCUSE ME, HOW DARE YOU? YOU WRITE AN EPILOGUE OR SOMETHING RIGHT THE FUCK NOW! OH MY GOD! WHAT THE FUCK.

I just...

Of the new series I haven’t started yet, how could I not begin with Crown of Hearts? After how much I loved Faint of Heart there is a sequel? GIMME! Let’s break this down chapter by chapter (again, I had to edit my comments, because they were just too long):

Chapter 1: OMG I’M SO EXCITED. Ah, Queenie’s childhood was so sad, I’m glad she won’t let the same happen to her children. EITR, THE BEST FALCON, I MISSED YOU! The domesticity between Ivar, Queenie and Ragnar, I can’t. It’s too cute. BJOR AND BREE! I missed them too! And Gala and Hvitty. Where’s Ubbe? And Torvi? Btw, I don’t trust any of these new people;

Chapter 2: “Baby shark”. I’m gonna laugh every time I see that. “BWE” OMG! I LOVE THAT! Oh, yes! Flashbacks! I love those. Ok, I’m warming up to this Osmond guy, but I still don’t know if I trust him. Threats everywhere, they really can’t catch a break, huh? STOP EVERYTHING, ERIC the love of my life IS HERE! I am so ready for more Eric content. Can he fall in love with that dog loving shieldmaiden of the headcanons now, please? WAIT, QUEENIE, DON’T LEAVE! I WANT MORE ERIC CONTENT! NO! ERIC, FOLLOW HER! That was cruel, Dream. Wow, those rumors about Queenie. People sure are creative in defeat (burn people from her home country, burn). QUEENIE IS A LEGEND PEOPLE, YOU TELL THIS RAYDON GUY;

Chapter 3: They are really talking about teaching poisons and swordfight to a baby? Of course they are. Oh, they’re waiting until he’s seven. That’s better. I hate Queenie’s mother. Such a vile woman. Ok, I like Osmond. Can we keep him? Make him fall in love with a Viking girl! Or boy! I see him falling in love with someone rather clumsy. I ship it already. “Who did Ivar kill?” AHAHAH I LOVE THEM. It will happen, guys. But oh well;

Chapter 4: I love them all ganging up to tease Hvitty. Poor guy, but still. It’s so entertaining. DAMN BREE, WAY TO GET ME EXCITED LIKE QUEENIE OVER NOTHING! I want this wedding, damnit! But, sure, go off on a raid instead, I guess. “THE BJOR INFLUENCE” AND “IT’S LIKE A CURSE” I’M SCREAMING AHAHHA. Ok, Bree, you convinced me. Go chase your freedom. Excuse me, but WHO THE FUCK TOOK BABY RAGNAR? I’LL END YOU;

Chapter 5: Bree is a godsend. Bless her heart. Taking care of Queenie during this mess. This entire situation is awful, btw. That was MEAN, Queenie! This fandom has raised you better! OH THEY FOUND HIM, THANK YOU! Queenie scares me sometimes, but I guess this time those guys had it coming;

Chapter 6: Queenie is gonna have to make up to Ivar, sorry I don’t make the rules. HVITTY CALLS GALA “MY HEART”, EXCUSE ME THIS IS TOO SWEET! DAMN, Hvitty. Tell us how you really feel. But, yes, I guess Queenie needed to hear that little comment about Edgard. Bree is so smart, I stan. Why are you being shady right after I decided I like you, Osmond? Please explain yourself.

I’m loving this. I missed this gang so much. The only thing lacking in Crown of Hearts is more Eric content. How dare you show him for like two seconds and then NEVER AGAIN? You’re torturing me here, Dream. But ah, I want to know more about what is going on in Kattegat. I don’t trust a whole bunch of people, but, well, can’t say I’m surprised about that. CAN’T WAIT TO READ MORE!

I literally squealed with glee when I saw that you were writing for Bucky. Untouchable is the one I was the most excited about reading. And the best part? I already have 7 chapters to binge! And I am obviously going to tell you my you guessed it, edited thoughts on them:

Chapter 1: I’m liking this setting! The 1940s, what a twist for most of Bucky fics out there, this is great. And Y/N is already so interesting! AH, HI BUCKY, I LOVE YOU! I love flustered Bucky. This feels like they are star-crossed lovers, separated by their “places” in “society” and I am HERE for it;

Chapter 2: OMG SHE’S IMAGINING BUCKY, YES! I already ship them so hard, I s2g. This Charles guy, I don’t like him. I bet he is a Hydra double agent. Who sent her the flowers? Does Y/N have a stalker? I’m worried. OMG, HI LITTLE TINY STEVE! The alley scene broke my heart, thanks;

Chapter 3: Wait. Bucky and Y/N are sneaking around? What happened? Did I skip a chapter? Did we skip time and I didn’t notice? Like, I’m glad and all, but still. AH, it was a dream. I see. Rude. And on that note, Shirley is rude too. Oh, not now, Charles! Go away! Y/N and Bucky were having a moment. Oh, there’s bad blood between Bucky and Charles, I see. Interesting. “If you knew half of the things he did, you would have nothing to do with him”. Bucky, darling, do you really think Y/N has a choice? Men are so obtuse, my god;

Chapter 4: “And sooner or later he would get mean, all of them did” I AM CRYING! This is terrible. Y/N must have had a very difficult life. And her current situation isn’t really any better. LITTLE TINY STEVE TO THE RESCUE! I stan. Steve also ships it, welcome aboard, buddy. And, Y/N is in denial. I would argue that a broth is never just a broth. Thanks for coming to my TED talk. I LIKE YOU THOMAS! He ships it too and he has no idea who is the other half of the ship. Bucky sees the real her, I can’t- “There’s nobody” and I am deceased;

Chapter 5: Daydreaming about Bucky Barnes? I sure can relate. NOPE, Linda! Don’t even think about it! And she thought about it. Argh. But who cares about that when we have Bucky and Y/N being their ADORABLE selves? Bucky, my sweet summer child, you are so fucked. You will be happy eventually, but Hydra, man. Brace yourself for the next 50 years. THE KISS! THIS MOMENT WAS SO SWEET! OMG, I’M DEAD! This was so perfect. So of course Y/N had to run away. Thanks. LINDA I’M GONNA KILL YOU! AND CHARLES IS NEXT! Y/N get OUT of there;

Chapter 6: I need to know. Are the bruises a regular thing with Charles or did she do something that made him angry? I feel like it’s the former. I don’t like it. WHY THE EVERLOVING FUCK DID YOU SIGN THE CONTRACT, Y/N? I hate you, Linda. And you, Charles. OH MY GOD, BUCKY IS THERE! He is the best person ever, so soft. Someone get me a Bucky. Omg, tell him, Y/N! Why don’t you people ever communicate? This is driving me crazy;

Chapter 7: Do NOT ruin this for us, Shirley! Don’t tell a single soul! Or else I’m putting you on my hit list. Y/N and Bucky are going on a date and I am SO excited. Hey, Ruth? Do NOT ruin this for us! Go away. “I want you to trust me first” and my soul has left the earthly realm for I am deceased. Again.

Ok, I’m loving this? I don’t want it to EVER end! Bucky is perfect, Y/N is so interesting and Shirley is also pretty great. I hope she does find true love eventually. But that General guy… I don’t trust him. At all. I’m also pretty sure he’s Hydra and things will get really ugly for both Bucky and Y/N. And given your recent history with Once a Year, I’m not really sure we’ll have a happy ending, so thanks for that. I obviously CAN’T WAIT TO READ MORE!

Now, Burn It Down has nothing to do with FoH and CoH, but it was influenced by The Last Kingdom? I’m sold. (Like I always am when it comes to your writing, as you’re probably aware, but oh well). I obviously read all three chapters and here are my thoughts (edited, as I’m sure you know by now):

Chapter 1: That was a creepy way to start a story. Like, first paragraph and I’m already kinda creeped out, thanks. Hmm, the animal heart bit? We’re not in Kansas anymore, I guess. But I’m intrigued. She doesn’t trust men what a mood, very smart of her. I like her. She’s creepy, but I like her. What happened in Ivar’s tent two nights ago? Ok, I’m intrigued;

Chapter 2: I’m liking Y/N’s and Ivar’s dynamic. It’s fun to see them getting acquainted with each other and figuring out how to deal with this little situation they have going on. Ok, but why is she helping Ivar? Like, yeah, their destinies are entwined or whatever, but he’s so rude. I’d tell him to go to hell, honestly. He’d have to earn my help;

Chapter 3: Well, Hvitty is obviously the brother that will be forgotten. Poor guy, but oh well. At least forgotten doesn’t mean he won’t have a good life. Now, the brother who “shall be the victor” is Ubbe and the “tragedy” one is Ivar, because of course. Also because I don’t accept anything bad happening to my sweet puppy Ubbe. But like, “victor” of what? This is so vague. This Y/N and Skittles would be good friends.

Ok, I’m intrigued! Not sure how I feel about Y/N yet, but I think she’ll be more like Skittles than Queenie. I’m ready for that! This fic has a different atmosphere than the ones I’m used to see in your writing, but I’m liking it so far. Obviously can’t wait to read more.

So, there you have it! Hope you liked it and I promise I won’t disappear on you again!

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buckygirl-fanfiction · 7 years

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Sparks Chapter 12

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: Bucky teaches y/n how to ride a bike. Sam, Cho, Steve, Wanda, y/n, and Bucky play drinking games. A hungover y/n wakes up in Bucky’s arms. Cute friend stuff idk.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 40,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

December 11, 2015

y/n’s POV

“You don’t know how to ride a bike?” Bucky says disbelief lacing his tone. It’s friday afternoon and we’re sitting in the lounge with Cho, Steve, Wanda, and Sam. We’re all sitting on the huge sectional around the big flat screen tv watching some movie I haven’t been paying attention to. My legs are resting on Bucky’s lap and instead of watching the flat screen we’re talking, prompting everyone else to shush us periodically about every five minutes.

“No,” I say. I mean how hard could riding a bike even be? You just sort of get on and pedal. “I mean I know how, like theoretically. I bet if you gave me a bike I could ride it.”

“You know how theoretically?” He asks with a mocking grin on his face.

“Yeah, like you sort of get on and balance and pedal. Not that hard,” I say shrugging my shoulders.

“That’s what you said about swimming and remember how that turned out,” he says referring to the great swimming pool incident of Labour Day. Since none of us could go out and have any beach fun without attracting a horde of Captain America groupies, we decided to stay in and use the swimming pool in the tower gym. We all had a little too much to drink and I decided to prove that my theoretical knowledge of swimming could be translated into practice and I jumped in the deep end of the pool. Turns out theoretical knowledge sometimes doesn’t translate into practice.

“Well, hey I was getting there. If you’d just left me in there for a while I would have floated to the top… eventually,” I say letting out a laugh and getting shushed by Wanda.

“I had to save your life,” Bucky says suppressing his smile. Poot sober Bucky had to jump in and pull out drunk drowning me. It was actually hilarious.

“Hadly,” I say tossing my head back, “It was a swimming pool that was like 15 feet deep, I would have been fine.”

“That fact isn’t exactly helping your case. You almost drowned in a swimming pool…” he says mocking me.

“I was drunk,” I say defending my ability. “I bet I could ride a bike.”

“Well, you’re sober now,” he says, “prove it.”

I narrow my eyes at his challenge and swing my legs off his lap and get up from my corner of the sectional. “Fine, all we need is a bike.”

Thirty minutes later we’re outside. I’m wearing my grey windbreaker and a pair of leggings that are way too thin for mid December. The wind chill isn’t as bad yet but it’s still annoying. “Gah, it’s so cold,” I say shaking out my arms trying to warm up. Bucky is walking next to me with his scarily large looking mountain bike.

“If you’re too cold and wanna back out it’s not too late,” he says trying to break me down.

“No i’m great,” I say smiling at him. “Why do you even have a mountain bike? You live in the city what mountains are you biking?”

“You’re just jealous that I can ride it,” he says.

“OHhhh I can ride it,” I say a little too enthusiastically, “I am the queen of riding…” I train off realizing what I was saying. I narrow my eyes at Bucky who is laughing, “get your mind out of the gutter.”

“You ready?” he says gesturing at the bike. I look around the park to find it mostly deserted. Good I think if I fail and fall at least no one will see me. I sigh and swing my leg over the bike. I can totally do this. With my left leg still on the ground I try and fail to balance myself. Okay this maybe a little harder than I thought. But, I will not be proved wrong for the second time. Bucky stands a couple feet away with his arms crossed and hair slightly blowing in the breeze watching me intently.

“Okay,” I say before slowly kicking off and quickly putting my left foot on the pedal. I suddenly realize how much of a bad idea this was when I feel myself tilting to the right. I close my eyes waiting for the fall when I suddenly feel two hands around my waist holding me up. “Okay,” I sigh, “maybe I don’t know how to ride a bike.”

He lets out a deep chuckle and tightens his grip around my waist for a second before letting go. I regain my balance and support myself and the bike with one leg. “I can teach you.”

“No,” I say. Don’t get me wrong but Bucky is a very shouty teacher. I’ve seen him training and he’s strict and somehow has an endless reserve of rude insults that he calls motivational.

“Why not?” he whines.

“Because you’re mean you yell a lot, I’ve seen you teaching!” I say, “I like you now. I might not after you shout at me.”

“You like meeee,” he teases playfully and I roll my eyes at him. “Okay fine, I won’t shout.” When I raise my eyebrow he adds, “I’ll be nice I promise!”

“Fine,” I say and watch him move over to the front of the bike. He grabs the handles and tilts me and the bike so i’m sitting straight. Jeez he��s strong.

“Just put your feet on the pedals and balance alright. Find your center of gravity,” he says. To his credit not once did he get shouty for the 2 hours we’ve been out here practicing. And let me just say I was a very poor student. Who knew it would be so hard to balance. I mean my lack of coordination growing up might have had something to do with it but I thought i’d grown out of my clumsy faze.

“Don’t let me go,” I warn him as a slowly pedal down the path. The sun has almost gone down and the sky is a faint shade of orange. “Don’t let go,” I repeat. Bucky is behind me with one hand on the handlebar and one hand on the back of my seat. I start picking up the pace but i’m still riding cautiously with fear because I do not feel like falling and breaking something today. I’ve been stabbed enough for one lifetime and my arm is still a little sore from the incident a month ago.

“I won’t let you go,” he says trying to reassure me. “Keep pedaling.” I begin to lose my center of gravity and feel myself tilt to the right. But I don’t worry because Bucky is behind me and he wouldn’t let me fall. Or so I thought. “y/n keep pedaling!” I hear him yell from farther away. When I realize he is no long next to me I suddenly begin to panic. With the combined loss of balance and me turning back to yell at him for letting go, I feel myself tilt over even more. That’s when I fall, I hit the pavement very ungracefully and painfully. You know what's worse than falling. Falling in the cold. Somehow the cold just makes everything feel about ten times more intense. I hear Bucky’s footsteps running towards me. I’m practically draped over the bike with the handle sticking into my chest. For a second I just lie there finding the will to get back up and let me tell you I wasn’t feeling it. I feel Bucky’s metal hand wrap around my upper arm and tug. “Come on,” he says.

“No,” I groan wanting to give up and lie there forever. If it wasn’t for the metal bicycle handle painfully sticking into my left boob I would have probably resigned myself to live here on the ground forever. I feel Bucky let go of my arm and hear footsteps walk around me to the front of the fallen bike. Then I feel his hands grip me under my arms and pull me up like a toddler who weighed nothing. “Owww,” I complain. This is totally his fault. Once i’m on my feet he puts an arm around me trying to support me up and helps me limp over to a nearby bench where he sits me down. If i’m being totally honest I wasn’t in that much pain. Just a couple bruises and a very hurt left boob. But I thought I might as well milk this and make him feel bad for letting me go. I watch him as he goes back to pick up his bike from the middle of the path and walk it back to me.

After a 10 minute walk back to the tower and a lot of over dramatic painful noises later we’re back upstairs in the lounge. The party is still there and now instead of watching a movie they’re play a drinking game. Well Cho, Wanda, and Sam are. Steve joins in spirit but he’s sober as a church mouse. Probably doesn’t help that his hyperactive metabolism doesn’t really let him get drunk on the usual liquor. That’s why Steve and Bucky are usually the most sober during our drunken escapades. Well sober as in slightly buzzed. I make my entrance as dramatically as possible limping towards the sectional in pain.

“What happened to you?” Sam asks as I wince melodramatically when I take off my windbreaker.

“She fell,” Bucky says rolling his eyes at the show. I can’t believe he doesn’t feel worse about this.

“I did not fall,” I say defending my position, “He let me go.”

“It’s a legitimate teaching technique!” He says trying to defend himself.

“I think you broke my boob,” I say holding the left part of my upper chest where the handle stabbed me. I slowly pull down my t-shirt’s neckline to reveal a slightly black bruise. See! I say looking at him with wide eyes. “I’m brown! I don’t bruise easily!”

Now I kind of see the regret in his expression. Good I think. “Well, i’m sorry but you were doing great until you stopped pedaling,” he says.

“Will you two stop bickering,” Sam says from the other side of the sectional.

“I stopped pedaling because you let me go!” I yell right back at him.

“Fine! I’m sorry,” he shouts back, “I’ll never let you go ever again!” Our little squabble has now attracted the attention of the whole room. “Are you happy now?” he shouts at me.

“Yes!” I shout back.

“Good!” he says.

“Great!” I yell.

“I’m gonna go get you a ice pack,” he yells before getting up and walking out of the Lounge. “Fine!” I yell at his back as he walks away from me. When I turn my head back to the four other people in the room I find them staring at me with equal degrees of raised eyebrows.

“Well… that was interesting,” Sam says putting down his shot glass.

“What are you guys playing,” I say looking down at the table they’re situated around. It’s covered in fake monopoly money, tiny green little houses, and a pile of unorganized cards, not to mention the shot glasses and bottles of various alcoholic beverages.

“We’re playing drunk monopoly,” he says with a smile on his face.

“What?” I ask him. Then he proceeds to proudly explain the very confusing rules of this new drinking game he just made up. “Come on play with us!” he says.

Bucky returns with the ice pack in a couple minutes just as Sam is trying to get me to join in on the weird board game he just invented. I’m leaning back into the cool leather of the sectional and he hands me the ice pack and sits down next to me. “Ehh,” I say to Sam, “I don’t feel like a hangover tomorrow.” I try and fail to balance the ice pack on my chest, I really don’t feel like holding it there all night. I sigh as the ice pack falls to my lap.

“Come on! It’s friday night!” Sam says trying to get me in on the game. “Where else could you possibly have to be tomorrow morning rather than hungover with your friends.”

“I have a birthday party for my goddaughter,” I say. One of my best friends from college just had a kid and named me god mother. “And I don’t feel like being hungover at a 1 year old's birthday party.” Bucky casually picks up the ice pack off of my lap while i’m talking to Sam and puts it back on my chests and holds it there for me.

“Come on!” Sam says not taking no for an answer.

“Fine,” I say giving in. The night takes an interesting turn after about 4 shots and 2 rounds around the boardgame. I get up and Bucky removes his hand the now warm ice pack off of my boob and I walk over to the table and sit down in front of it.

“Okay,” I say slurring a little. “I have a idea.” I grab one of the big red cups and start pouring a little bit of every bottle on the table into the cup. “This is called a suicide, it’s got a little… little bit of everything,” I say mixing everything together until the cup is full. “Who ever’s the loser of the next round has to chug the entire thing.”

“Yesss!” Sam says, “Whooooooo” before Wanda, Sam, and I gather around the board. The rest of them have been eliminated and Cho is passed out on Steve.

“Okay… okay…” I say slurring a little. “I’m still not entirely sure I even understand how to play this game,” I say laughing.

Bucky’s POV

“You’re going dowwnnn!” Sam says in a deep loud voice to y/n and Wanda. They’ve been playing this stupid game for half an hour now and laughing like a bunch of middle schoolers. Steve and I exchange a couple glances throughout the entire ordeal.

“Nooo!” y/n screams when she loses the 3rd round. Cho wakes up with a jolt at the sound of y/n’s scream and looks at her with wide eyes then starts to laugh. After about 2 minutes of them giggling at each other Cho passes out again on Steve's lap.

“You have to drink it!” say Sam holding the cup up to y/n.

“y/n,” I say before she has a chance to chug down the contents of the cup. “I wouldn’t if I were you. You’re not the best when it comes to handling your liquor.”

“Boooo,” Sam says to me and y/n chugs the entire cup and slams it down on the table.

“Gahhhh,” she says twisting her face. “God that was horrible. I didn’t think this would backfire so fast on me.” Then she proceeds to laugh again. After some more drunken antics and Sam passes out, y/n and Wanda proceed to draw on his face like the childish teenagers they are deep down. Steve has fallen asleep with his arms around Cho and Sam’s spread out across the rug. Wanda soon passes out on the other side of the sectional and I’m left with y/n sitting next to me resting her head on my shoulder. “You promise right?” she says yawning. “You won’t let me go next time?” I know she’s still talking about that dumb bike but somehow it feels like she’s talking about something more.

“I promise,” I answer and she stretches her arms and drapes herself around me and closes her eyes. I lean back down onto the sofa not wanting to peel her off me and drift off to sleep. We’ve never actually cuddled before. Although for friends we do share beds a lot. But we’ve always kept our personal space. I never imaged my first time holding her while she slept would be in a room full of two other drunk girls, Steve, and snoring Sam. I feel her hair on my neck and her breathing against my chest.

…

I wake up to a blaring alarm clock coming from y/n’s windbreaker that’s tossed behind my head on the sectional. I hear half the room groan and Cho yell, “Turn it off!”

y/n whines against my chest and buries her face into me trying to block out the sound. I reach over behind me and grab the phone out of her jacket and see the alarm clock read: Cece’s Birthday. I turn off the alarm and look at the time it’s 10am. I’ve got to get her up if she’s gonna get there on time. When I get up she rolls off me and onto the sofa groaning and covering her eyes. I look across the room to see Steve brushing Cho’s hair out of her face and Sam rubbing his eyes. Wanda is still out cold. “y/n get up you have to go to this party,” I say prodding her shoulder. She looks like a mess. Her hair in tangles and her face puffy, a beautiful mess.

“Nooo,” She whines again.

“I’ll get you some coffee alright,” I say climbing over her and off the couch. Sam gets up off the floor and rubs his face smearing black marker all of it.

“Noo, i’m not going,” she says rolling over and falling off the couch. “Owww.” She finally opens her eyes and narrows them at Sam. “I hate you,” she says.

“I hate me too,” he says scratching his head.

I pick her back up and help her back onto the sofa. “You know what. I’ll come with you and protect you from all the screaming one year olds.” She replies in a deep hum and falls back onto the couch rubbing her eyes.

Sam and I walk downstairs to the nearest coffee cart to grab some bagels and coffee for the rest of the hung over bunch who Steve is upstairs babysitting. “Man you are whipped,” Sam says holding a tray of coffee as we ride back up in the elevator.

“What?” I ask turning to look at him.

“y/n, you’re going to a baby shower with her,” he says raising his eyebrow at me, “what guy does that?”

“It’s not a baby shower it’s a birthday party for a baby.” I say trying not to confront the main theme of his question.

“Yeah yeah. No straight single man goes to a baby shower with a woman he just calls a friend,” Sam says as the elevator dings open to the apartments floor. “You know unless he trying to get some… you know” he says bumping my shoulder with his fist.

“Again,” I say trying to ignore his comments. “Not a baby shower.”

“What you doing man?” Sam asks me and for the first time i’m faced with that question. What am I doing?

“I don’t know, she’s just so pretty and I…” I trail off unable to finish my sentence.

“Whipped,” Sam says playfully again.

“What are you guys talking about,” y/n says wobbling down the hall squinting her eyes at us.

“Oh… nothing…” I stammer a little. Smooth Barnes.

“Oh, Bucky was just here telling me how he thinks yo…” I punch him quickly in the shoulder with my metal arm cutting him off.

“I was just telling him how I think we should leave now or else we’ll be late,” I look at him angrily and then back at y/n with a sweet smile on my face.

“Okay,” she says walking towards us still trying to keep her eyes closed.

I grab a coffee out of the tray Sam is holding and walk towards y/n and hand it to her, “here’s your coffee,” I say giving her the cup, “careful it’s hot.” She takes it from me and takes a sip and walks towards the elevators with me following behind her. I take a moment to look back at Sam and shoot him my most threatening stare and then walk up to y/n. I put my hand at the small of her back and guide her to the elevator and she drinks her coffee.

A/N : idk do you guys want a short baby birthday party chapter?

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