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Moral of the Story. Chapter 22.

Summary: Marrying too young out of highschool leads to a naive and failed marriage. Now 10 years later, word comes that the divorce was never actually completed. Bucky and Y/N have to come back together after all these years to settle what wasn’t all those years back. Passive attitudes, miscommunicated endings, and reminiscing of old loves and lives all comes back for the two.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N

Word Count: 3900+

A/N: Ok! So this is the last official chapter! I have finally finished the series and my next plan is to write an epilogue eventually as soon as I come up with a storyline I would like this to round out to. I hope you all enjoy as much as I did writing this series. It's crazy that it all started with listening to a song while doing my hair. I have a lot of stories I've been brainstorming on, but refused to start until this one was done. So bare with me and my crazy schedule of teaching for when the next story is to come:) XOXOXOX

Chapter Twenty-two:

Another long list of flights to get her across the country, but she was back in her childhood bedroom and resting for the night.

She had gotten a really late flight in and her dad was nice enough to pick her up around midnight.

The house was quiet and being home brought back a form of peace. A peace she never knew she missed until she got a taste of it again in the recent months.

But there wasn’t much time to rest and focus on that as she had lunch with one of the new businesses the next morning.

She hadn’t told anyone besides her family she was coming in since she wanted to surprise the rest of the group. However, a piece of her was also not sure how to with a certain person.

But for now, her focus needed to stay on work.

She had a great lunch with one of the small businesses that she had become rather close with in her time in highschool, which was now a booming business in the community it had started in. They were the florist shop she would visit anytime she went to the farmers market and were now in the top three florist shops in North Brooklyn.

The meeting went well and they were very flexible and open minded on starting and learning new concepts to start implementing more eco-friendly routines into their work.

Since the meeting was short, she decided to head to one of the coffee shops in the area and get a taste for a new place she was sure she’d become a regular at.

She did a little research as to what was the most sustainable in the area, something she was pretty consistent with, and happened to find a small shop about a mile walk away.

She ordered a matcha latte and grabbed a chocolate chip cookie to snack on as she looked more into some of the businesses she would be talking with throughout the week.

In a little nook, she watched as the New Yorkers went about their normal day. Dogs being walked to teenagers giggling at the videos on their phones.

She missed this atmosphere. Though LA and Brooklyn were big city based, it didn’t mean that they were similar in every way. East coast and west coast were two very different cultures.

After doing a substantial amount of research, and a little bit of spaced out daydreaming about the changes of the city, she packed up and headed out to get back home for dinner.

With her hands full, she turned her back to the push door and opened it while backing up. She said a quick thank you to the barista who wished her a happy day, and before she could fully step outside, she was already running into someone.

“Oh, sorry!” she mumbled, quickly trying to catch the extra pastry bag she had bought for her father.

Before the bag could hit the floor, the stranger caught it and she looked up seeing those damn piercing blues as if they had been waiting for their entrance into this next chapter in her life.

“Y/N?” he said, followed by a surprised smile. “What are you doing here?”

“Bucky,” she laughed, somehow at ease with his reaction. “How are you?”

“I-I’m good,” he chuckled, handing her the brown paper sack and going to open the door so she was no longer leaning on it. “Wh-What-?”

She moved out of the way as another person excused themselves behind her. Bucky and her relocated to the side of the door where a few outdoor tables stood half occupied.

“What am I doing here?” She asked his question again for him. “Business,” she nodded.

“Business?” he questioned relaxing in his spot. “On the other side of the coast?”

“Funny, isn’t it?” she smiled at him, knowing his brain was still trying to catch up. “Yeah, um, my co-founder, Donna, and I got a lot of feedback from the stores I handed out company cards to on my short visit here. My friend thought it would be a good move to come over here and work with them and see if we could start reaching out to other areas.”

“Wow,” he sighed. “That’s amazing. I’m sure your family is extremely happy with that.”

“Oh, you know exactly how that’s going,” she smiled, looking at her feet then back at him. His gaze never once wanted to leave hers in case this was a dream and she would disappear any second. “Dad’s my own personal alarm clock. Sherri is helping me get the bathroom organized upstairs so it's ‘just as I like’ as she put it. Chloe is insisting on a movie night every night until I leave. The list goes on…”

“I can think of a few other things one of the best bed and breakfast might be doing,” Bucky agreed.

“They are a really good host family, huh?” she teased.

“So how long are they hosting you for?” Bucky questioned, tilting his head.

“That’s TBA…” Y/N hesitated to answer. “At least 3 months, but it all depends on how business goes.”

“3 months? Wow,” his eyebrows shot up. “That’s quite a bit.”

“Yeah, I’m excited for it though,” she shrugged with a happy grin. “I had kinda been moping around work since my visit here, and Donna came up with a way I could get out of that rut and possibly make our company bigger in the long run. Sure, living with my parents for 3 months might be a push.” She sighed. “But I just feel like I missed so much of their lives being so far away that being back makes 3 months seem like no time at all.”

She realized her short rant was a little more personal than she meant to come out with, but when she looked up at Bucky, he was following every word like it was a start on a treasure map looking for lost gold.

She let out an awkward laugh. “That was a lot for answering how long I’m staying. I guess you’re just the first friend that I’ve seen, so I’m unloading it all on you first.”

The word. Used so simply and so naturally, either of the two could have carried on without a thought to it, but they didn’t. Because it wasn’t simple. The natural part had made it convincing and sincere.

She had thought out the sentence and when it filtered through her mind, she didn’t think to correct it because it was… Natural.

They were friends again. And the tension held between the two had been healed to non existence. It felt comfortable again…

“I’m glad I’m the first friend to find out,” Bucky said just as simply as she had.

They stood there smiling at the other and a silent emotion flowed spontaneously through them that was the utter perfection of peace.

The 10 years apart had done them good in the end. Little did they know, it wasn’t until that 10 years came to an end that they fully transformed to their best selves.

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“We haven’t had a poker night with Y/N since highschool. Think she’s going to be as good as she was last time we played?”

Bucky chuckled at Steve’s comment as they laid out bags of chips and the blonde scooped dips into serving bowls.

“I think I still owe her at least sixty bucks,” Bucky mumbled as he thought back to their highschool gambling days. “Maybe more, but don’t remind her.”

“I’ll keep quiet. I think I owe her more than that,” Steve realized, pausing on the dips.

There was a second of silence as they set up for their party and classic rock played in the background from Bucky’s playlist.

“I still can’t believe that you, out of all the people in the city of Brooklyn, ran into her before she told us about her return home,” Steve laughed, grabbing some of the beers they had out and putting them in the fridge before going back to his previous job.

“You and me both, pal,” Bucky nodded, leaning on the counter. “But I’m glad it happened.”

“I’m sure you are,” Steve chuckled under his breath.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky shot a friendly glare his way.

But then a knock on the door sounded and before either could look at the direction of the wood barrier, Sam was running out from the hall to answer it.

“I got it! I got it!” he shouted, jogging as if he had been waiting for someone.

Steve and Bucky shared a look. The crew of everyone coming tonight wasn’t going to be here for another 30 minutes or so. And they don’t remember ordering anything…

After a minute they heard him mumble a thank you as he closed the door with a box in hand.

“Whatcha got there, Wilson?” Bucky asked, slowly watching as Sam grinned at the delivery.

“Is that-?” Steve seemed to catch on faster than Bucky.

“Dinner from my sister? Hmm mm,“ he hummed with a wide smile that showed the gap in his teeth.

“I thought we were doing finger food tonight?”

“Y’all are, but this isn’t for you,” Sam was quick to correct.

“Whose is it?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“It’s for Y/N and I,” he answered simply, putting the fresh cajun food into the oven to stay warm.

“You and Y/N?” he resaid as if it would make more sense a second time.

“Yeah,” he said. When he turned back to the other men he saw their faces waiting for an explanation and sighed before obliging. “Sarah is slowly starting up her business up here. She’s doing well, but I know Y/N has all kinds of connections and suggestions for local businesses. I want her to try her food and possibly take my sister as a client if I can convince her.”

Steve laughed and crossed his arms as he placed the last bowl of dip on the bar top.

“I’m pretty sure you could have just mentioned your sister was a local entrepreneur and she would have jumped at the opportunity to get in touch with Sarah,” Steve smirked.

“She’s actively looking for people to work with anyway. That’s the whole reason she’s here,” Bucky added.

“Well, this way, she can sample just how good my family's passed down recipes are worth to invest in,” Sam shrugged, happy with his plan anyway. “All it takes is one bite.”

“You’re really going to not share,” Bucky asked, peering at the closed oven door.

He had a taste for Sarah’s home cooked meals. Sam was kind enough to bring leftovers when they had family dinners, and they were also regulars at her new restaurant that had been open for the last three weeks now.

“You’re more than capable of calling a delivery in,” Sam retorted, getting a not as friendly glare from Bucky this time. “Or are you struggling with money? Cause I can let Y/N know that you may need a little longer on getting her that $60 you were talking about…”

The glare became even less friendly at the dig and he wished he hadn’t said anything with Sam in the vicinity.

“Why did you have to go and make friends with that guy?” he huffed, turning around and directing his question to Steve even though Sam was in the room.

“God, you guys,” Steve groaned, shaking his head and escaping to the living room.

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Wanda and Vision were the first to come, then Clint and Laura. Slowly people trickled in and though it was a small reunion, it was nice to see the entire crew back together.

Now they were just waiting for their last guest.

“She’s running a little behind, isn’t she?” Bucky asked, checking his watch for the 10th time in the last 5 minutes.

“Relax,” Steve sat at the table where they were getting the poker chips sorted. Wanda and Clint laughing next to each other and Vision and Laura on the couch talking about random things. “She texted she was stuck in traffic. Her Dad took the car, so she had to haul a cab.”

Bucky heard him, but that didn’t give him any sense of ease. He felt as though he needed to be a little bit prepared for her coming, and the only thing he had control over in that area was the time they had set. Of which she was late for such a punctual person.

As if manifesting her to appear, the last planned knock of the night cut through the room.

“I got it!” Bucky practically jumped up from his seat and raced to the door.

In his tunnel vision to the door, he missed the looks the entire crew shared and the smirk Steve had as he shuffled the cards.

Taking only a second to collect himself, he opened the door, and there she was; dressed in a pair of jean shorts and what Bucky knew was a thrifted vintage shirt with sneakers and bag of chips and case of beer in hand.

“Sorry I’m late,” she smiled at him bashfully.

“Better late than never,” he replied with a smile of his own. “Come on in,” he waved, moving out of the way for her.

She thanked him as he took the food and drinks from her, yet stayed by her side. He could tell that there were nerves in her stance, but upon seeing a sincere smile, she relaxed.

“Y/N!” Wanda shouted, jumping up from her seat and rushing to hug her friend.

“Wands!” Y/N chuckled, opening her arms as she met her in the middle.

She went around the room saying her hellos and happy to see you’s to everyone she had missed. It took a second for them to get to the poker part of the night as they were catching up and reminiscing on life.

Eventually they were seated and Bucky grabbed the chair right next to Y/N with Wanda on the other side of her. In the olden days, he was one of the few people who could catch onto her tells in the game of bluff. Because of that, his best vantage point was from across the table, but he didn’t care about winning or losing tonight. He just wanted to be next to the person he had so long wished to be this close to again.

And if Y/N was being honest, it was nice being in close proximity to him now that it felt like old times. She missed the comfort this group gave her, but she realized she also missed all the little quips and classic Bucky behaviors that came with being friends with him again.

It didn’t go without notice from those around them how easily they fell back into the habits they used to share as best friends. Slight nudges when the other had tricked them. The eyes rolling anytime Y/N caught Bucky trying to jokingly peek over her shoulder to see her cards. The name drop of “Everest” every once in a while as he teased her.

They may not have picked up on it, but it was clear as day that the flirting was happening and the sass and sarcasm they two spit back to each other was spoken as if the 10 years between now and then had never happened.

“Sam, this is amazing,” she said in shock as she took a bite of the shrimp pasta that his sister had perfected. The buttered bread along with it was perfectly dusted with garlic and other spices to compliment the main dish.

“My family has the talent of making some of the best comfort food around. And now I don’t have to worry about flying out to Louisiana anymore to get it,” Sam gleamed in pride.

“This is,” she paused, finishing her bite. “Just amazing.”

“Thank you,” Sam chuckled. “I was actually wondering if-”

“Here, let me get you a card. I would love to work with your sister if she’s willing. I think she’d be a great partner as a locally owned woman started business,” she rushed to her purse to hand off her business card.

“I told you,” Bucky mumbled, coming in and overhearing the conversation as she ran past him to the living room.

“I like her,” Sam grinned. “I never thought I would say it, but you have good taste, Barnes.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at the comment and Sam followed behind Y/N to continue talking business until their next round of whatever card game they decided on next.

But like any night, the evening was coming to a close and people had to get back home for work the next day.

Clint and Laura were the first gone and Vision and Wanda had just left, leaning Sam, Bucky, Steve and Y/N.

“Welp, I guess I’m the next one out. I should get home before midnight since I’m waking up early for another meeting,” Y/N announced, standing and stretching.

“Do you want me to call a cab for you?” Sam offered his new friend.

“No, that’s fine,” she grinned, patting his back. “I just need to check the app-”

“I can take you home,” Bucky interrupted, making everyone turn their head to the brunette who was sitting on the couch.

Steve’s eyebrows raised at the quick proclamation and looked between the two as they stared at each other, both caught offguard by his quick offer.

“I have some things I need to drop off for your dad,” he was fast to cover. “For a new project we’re working on,” he added.

“I don’t want to be a bother-” she started, trying to be polite, but also internally hoping he didn’t listen to her.

“It’s not an issue,” he waved off, standing and coming around the furniture. “I’ll go grab those things and we can head out.”

He pointed back toward his room and waited for the all clear.

“Ok,” she nodded with a smile. “I guess you can make it your way of paying me back for that $60 you owe me for the last poker game.”

He wasn’t expecting that quip and immediately put two and two together, turning slowly and threateningly to Sam.

Steve tried to stifle a laugh at the conversation, but wasn’t successful.

“I’m going to kick your ass,” Bucky muttered, walking by Sam giving him a smack to the back of his head.

Steve’s laugh got louder as he gave up trying to not be too loud.

“Don’t think I forgot you too, Steven. You also have a debt to my poker skills,” she pointed.

Steve sombered at the call out and sent a nervous smile to her, before taking the beer from the end table and bringing it to his lips to keep him from having to respond.

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The ride started out a little awkward. Especially since now it was just the two of them and they didn’t have their friends to be buffers.

The first couple minutes was quiet until Y/N spoke up pointing out a new store she hadn’t noticed on the block before.

They had small talk about the conversation starter and it got quiet again.

“You know, you didn’t have to drive me home. I could have called a cab,” she mentioned while looking over at him.

He smiled and shrugged and moved to just have one hand on the wheel.

“I wanted to,” he replied honestly, looking back at her before the road. “That and I really do have somethings to drop off for your dad.” He figured if he made it awkward, the deflection would help.

“Not like you couldn’t come any other day of the week,” she sassed but in a joking manner.

“Right, right,” he nodded with a small laugh, going along with her sarcasm. “Well, long shift tomorrow and the next day, and the next day…” he waved his hand, selling his point.

“Hm, what a shame,” she shook her head with a sly grin.

Bucky turned at that comment.

“How so?”

“Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to join Chloe and I for movie night tomorrow. I think she was inviting Becca, so I figured I’d invite the other Barnes kid,” she smiled looking ahead. She was too nervous to see his reaction in case she was taking too big of a step.

But all she heard was silence.

Her cheeks began to burn red. She was scared that if she looked at him, she’d see confusion and realize she played her cards wrong.

But that was the opposite of what she saw.

She turned, seeing that at the stop sign they had approached, luckily the only ones at the four way stop, he had turned and was staring at her in shock. But not a bad kind of shock. At least it looked good. He had a soft smile as if he couldn’t believe she would suggest something as amazing as it was simple.

“You want me to come to movie night with you and Chloe?”

“Well, yeah. It would be like old times but with both of our little sisters,” she replied, refusing to look away from those eyes that she had gone so long without really gazing in. “I hope that didn’t come off weird,” she was quick to redirect. “I just realized I really enjoyed your company tonight, and if I’m being honest, I’m feel we are at a spot where we are trying to step back into our friendship, and-”

“Y/N,” he stopped her when she began fumbling on her words in nerves. She stopped and looked at him worriedly. “I think a movie night is long overdue,” he said simply. “And I’ll be honest as well… I really miss hanging out with you too.”

His hand came to lay on top of her and he gave her a squeeze. Instinctively, she opened her hand to hold his.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” she smiled widely.

“It’s been a while.”

“I’m glad that wait time is over then.”

“I agree completely.”

The tags are being weird and won't let me tag. I'll try again tomorrow, but if you know someone reading this, feel free to tag them!

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Recommendations 💖

I've been wanting to do something with recommendations for ages now, but there's just too many to even know where to begin! Here's a chaos list of past and present faves 🥰

Completed fics

Undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

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While you're over there you might as well check out ...

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The Thrill of the Hunt by @rookthorne

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Classylo's masterlist

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Part 1 & Part 2

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Their other series are also *chefs kiss* -> go read the rest of @foreverindreamlandd's series

Love at First Grade by @buckysimp101

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Teacher's Favorite AU by @suitk0via

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

Summary: You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine's favorite teacher and Bucky's just gotta meet you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

The Heart is a Deep Ocean by @dreamlessinparis

Summary: Titanic was known as the ship of dreams. For you, it was the dream of getting home, or so you thought. From the moment you locked eyes with James Buchanan Barnes, all those dreams changed and your life was never the same.

Pairing: ex-military amputee!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Something Domestic by @fandoms-writings

Summary: Needing an escape from the loud and busy city life, Bucky comes to stay with you on your little farm. He didn’t expect you, a hardworking and beautiful woman with struggles of your own, to take his breath away and make life a little less dreary.

Labyrinth by @frostironfudge

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)

Summary: labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way. Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends. A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?

nostalgia for the new by @real-jane

pairing: bucky barnes x female!reader shield agent

summary: bucky meets you because of your exquisite taste in music, and he finds in you a solace he didn't realize was possible. you create for bucky something he's never found before: nostalgia for a time that hasn't happened yet, and hope for a future where he might be loved.

Ongoing fics

Honey Girl by @violentdelightsandviolentends

Pairing: Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Summary: The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

After all those years by @ziawbarnes

Pairing: AU Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Peggy and Steve's wedding in Mexico takes an unexpected turn when you and Bucky, who initially couldn't attend, end up joining the celebration. With no available rooms, Bucky becomes your roommate for ten days, leading to unexpected adventures and new connections.

Fresh Start by @nicoline1998enilocin (on hiatus but I love)

Pairing: Teacher!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: In this universe you can explore the story between Bucky Barnes as a middle school teacher, and Y/N with her son Luca. They just moved to the other side of the country, and have decided to completely start over their lives. On the first day at his new school, Luca quickly befriends his new teacher, and Y/N can't help but take a liking to him as well.

A Past Encounter by @majesty-madness

Summary: Being in a relationship with Bucky, Y/N prided herself on knowing him quite well but when she’s accidentally teleported back to the 1940's, Y/N discovers that there is a whole other Bucky that she has yet to meet. The sweet flirt that had everything going for him before his unfortunate capture by HYDRA.

Neighbors by @writerlyhabits

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: You get to know your neighbor across the hall, James.

Unexpected by @repressedqueen

Paring: SexWorker!Bucky x reader

Summary: After a crazy night out celebrating your birthday, somehow you ended up outside a brothel debating on whether it was time for you to finally have sex or not.

My Little Love by @crazyunsexycool

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Fem! Reader

Dr. Feelgood by @endless-summer-soldier

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

Pairing: Teacher!Reader x Single Dad!Bucky

Untitled Single Dad!Bucky Fic by @angie-likes-to-art

Summary: You made a promise to yourself to not sleep with any parents before starting teaching, little did you know the guy you slept with two days before is the dad of your cutest student.

Too much love to choose from, here's some creators with masterlists you need to check out! ❤️‍🔥

@navybrat817

@jobean12-blog

@coffeecatsandcandles

@metalbuckaroo

@wkemeup

@nickfowlerrr

I love and appreciate all of you 💕 thank you for all your hard work 🥰

Happy Reading!

(Dividers by saradika)

RECOMMENDATION LIST #2 CAN BE FOUND -> **HERE**

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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Veras Masterlist

you can’t copy, translate or post my writing anywhere.

I don’t own any of the characters!

You are responsible for the kind and amount of media you consume. If you don’t like something on my blog, don’t read it:)

Specials:

500 followers special

1 k followers bingo

CE characters snippets

Birthday post for CE- Creampuffs

-> Steve Rogers

-> Andy Barber

-> Ransom Drysdale

-> Lloyd Hansen

-> Curtis Everett

-> Johnny Storm

-> Ari Levinson

-> Together Or Not At All

Life as a roommate can be tricky, especially when you are living with Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm, Jake Jensen and Nick Grant. You opted to be a therapist, but things didn’t turn out exactly as planned… (Steve Rogers x Reader, Johnny Storm x Reader, Jake Jensen x Reader, Nick Gant x Reader) A collaboration with @jamneuromain

-> Bucky Barnes

-> Lance Tucker

Stucky

-> Steve x Bucky

Mermaid AUs

Different au’s below

-> my treasure Avengers as pirates

-> Drowning siren

The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared.

CaptainAmerica!Steve Rogers x mermaid!reader

Boxer au

-> Broken bones and broken hearts [ collab with @jamneuromain ]

Boxer!Steve Rogers x Reader

There was only one rule between best friends. Don’t have sex. But what happens when you break it anyway?

Highschool au

-> “Teach Me How To Be Good”

Student!Steve Rogers x tutor!reader

Tutor!reader helps Steve prepare for his math exams. He’s totally falling for her, but she doesn’t want him. She’s older, a college student. 25.

And he’s only a Highschool sweetheart turning 18.

Besides. He’s an inexperienced virgin.

And you? Oh you have a big secret he’s not ready to find out.

Stripper Au

-> It’s all about the…

Stripper Steve Rogers x Rich!reader

-> Better than boys

Boyfriends Dad Andy Barber x Reader

Demon Au

-> Highway to hell

Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.

[ one shots collection with; Demon reader x Cousin!Jake, x Cop!Lloyd, x bartender!Ari, x uncle!Curtis, x Stepdad!Andy, x priest!Steve

Requests are open! -> Chris E and Sebastian S characters

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lcandothisallday · 2 years

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Masterlist✨ (Requests Open)

Welcome to my masterlist:) I will try to keep it updated as I go. If any links are broken, pls let me know! Otherwise, enjoy!

Jack Harlow

Blurbs/Concepts

Pranking him with a pretend BJ

Reaction to someone sliding into your DM

Tension turned more

Movie night 1

Goofing around on live

Freezing hands

First date nerves

Jack playing Santa

Playing with his PG ring 2

Making fun of his Rudolph claymation crush

Tattling on Jack

Friends to Lovers 2

Stay the Night

Communication

Jack jealous of Urban and Clay

Jack asks his mom how to know if you’re in love

Late night FaceTime

Silly Childhood Crush - y/n has the opportunity to work with Harry Styles

Aftercare

More like you - in which your daughter starts to look more and more like Jack as she grows

Naming your baby after Urban

Argument with Jack in front of his friends

Jack’s birthday

Play fighting with Jack

Jack spotting you in the crowd of his show

Fics

Hesitant - where Jack asks you to move in

Perfect - late night drives

Funny Seeing you Here part 1

Different Light part 1 part 2

Storm into my heart

I’m Yours

Instagram Live part 2 part 3

Full time Home - Jack buys a house without consulting with you first

Unfair - reader hires Urban for a project (some f!reader x urban)

Glancing your Way - you and Jack keep making eye contact at a party

Red Carpet Lovers part 2 - going to the met gala with Jack

Highschool Sweethearts - Jack discusses on an interview how you and him met

Dancing Queen - Giving Jack head after his Grammys performance

Birthday Girl - It’s your birthday and Jack claims he isn’t able to make it but he actually has a few tricks up his sleeves

Fireworks - Joining Jack in Kentucky to watch the fireworks

Right Person Wrong Time part 2 - Jack has a history with Urban’s younger sister

Lil Secret - where a couple photos of you and Jack surface and he gets asked about it in an interview

Advice - Jack’s mom gives him advice

Moving On - You break up with Jack

Drunk in Love - Joking around on a yacht with Jack

Not that Simple part 1 part 2

Someone Better - Jack is in love with you and he has to see you with another guy

One Bed - Enemies to lovers have to share a bed

Cute when you’re Jealous - Reader is jealous

Hurt - Jack wants to keep your relationship secret

Pretty Views - Reader admires Jack while he reminisces on his accomplishements. Lead up to sexy times

Urban Wyatt

Soft Bowling Date

Beach Tanning

3 Urban Blurbs

Promises

Reunited

Shotgun

Clingy

That’s my Girl

Puppy Love

Sneaking Around

Cover Up

Daughter’s First Day of Kindergarten

Steve Rogers

Blurbs

Not Worth Your Tears

Deals a Deal

Bucky Barnes

Blurbs

Bake the Stress Away

#masterlist #sarah’s masterlist #jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow fluff #urban wyatt #with urban #urban wyatt concepts #urban wyatt x reader

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kashimos-hajime · 4 years

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late night devils | b.b.

summary: bucky gets revenge on his ex with you, the girl he never got over no matter how much he thought he did.

WARNINGS: smut (18+, oral - m receiving), daddy kink, sub/dom elements, y’all out here being nasty and vindictive, drinking, swearing, mentions of cheating pairing: modern!bucky x fem!reader word count: 5.0k

a/n: smut with very little plot bc i have no brain for it. enjoy heheheh ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) bucky is PUSSYWHIPPED ngl

Bucky doesn’t expect to get a call asking for him to come over when he’s sitting at the bar counter, but he gets it and if he could, he’d break his phone in his fist.

“I told you, Dot, it’s fucking over.” The music is blasting in the club, bright with life, as Bucky tips back another shot. It’s a busy Thursday night. The dance floor is nearly completely occupied and the bass thrums through the floor as he tries to let his ex down gently as he has been for the past ten minutes.

“You can’t be serious. You think you can just walk out after three years—”

Alright. That’s enough.

“And do you think you can just call me like I’m some fucking booty call three days before your wedding after you dropped me like I was fucking nothing? No. Goodnight.”

Tapping his screen to hang up, Bucky sets down his phone with a hard sigh and gestures to Sam for another line of shots. His hand was burning from how long he held the stupid phone for, and he cools it down by cradling his vodka glass, pushing it back and forth between his hands.

“Dot, again?”

“Yeah.”

“Tough, man. I’ll get you some shots when I get Romanoff off her little blondie’s lap” His friend taps the bar counter in a show of support before heading to the end where Natasha was flirting with one certain blond man. Steve. AKA their resident bouncer currently off duty. Bucky rolls his eyes, smiling for a moment as Natasha turns around. The two give a talk before Natasha ducks underneath the countertop door and slips into the crowd, Steve in hand.

“Hey, Sam!” A sharp, too-sober voice catches Bucky’s hearing and he turns to see a woman wrapped in a leather jacket and tight fucking jeans burst through the crowd. Rain is still glistening along your shoulders and you pull your hair out from underneath your jacket. You wear a hoodie beneath the leather and as you lean against the bar beside him, he catches the words printed onto the chest.

Yes, I’m single. It reads, bright white against the black of your hoodie. Now’s your chance.

His eyebrows rise as you catch Sam’s attention. His friend glances at you but Bucky merely shrugs, looks at you, and thinks, A regular? Fine. I’ll bite.

“What’s the strongest you’ve got?” You tap your fingers impatiently and he watches the strobe lights glint on your black nails as you lean forward on your arms. He shifts back and you send him a glance, eyebrow arched as your eyes rake visibly over his form. Damn, you’re confident, and when you grin, he decides maybe you’ll be an apt distraction from his fucking problems.

“Not the usual?”

“Need something stronger tonight, Sammy,” you sing and he grins.

“I’ll make you something special. Let’s work up to Everclear, yeah?” Sam turns to Bucky, leaning onto his elbows. “Whaddya say, boss? Break out the Everclear for a pretty girl?”

“Now, hold up,” Bucky says, putting up a hand to catch your attention and he smirks as Sam brings out ten shot glasses pinched between his fingers.

“Hey.” Your eyes flicker over his body visibly and he smirks, twisting slightly to look at you fully. His knees part widely and maybe it’s the alcohol he’s already had, but it looks like you glance right between his legs.

“Hey.” The red lights swing their way, blinding him for a moment before it’s gone again. Sam lines up the shot glasses and Bucky watches as he pours them overflowing before glancing at you again. “Wanna? On the house.”

“Are we working up to body shots?” you ask slyly, sliding into the empty stool as he shrugs, grabbing the first one on his end. You take one from the other and throw it back as he does the same. It burns all the way down.

“If you wanna,” he says with a shrug and you laugh. “Hold on the Everclear, Sam. Let’s get to know the pretty lady first.” You snort into your second shot as Sam shakes his head when someone flags him down.

“Well, I’ve gotta get to work,” he says pointedly. “But you kids have fun.”

“Fine by me.” Bucky shrugs. “That just means I get all your attention.”

“Don’t like sharing?”

He half-laughs, pushing down shot three and four in rapid succession before slamming the glasses down on the wood. “Nope. I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“Consider me charmed.”

“No name?”

“I’m not looking for names tonight,” you say before you order another line of shots.

Something about you is undeniably charming. You give the air that he’s known you his whole life as you talk and listen and laugh. He gravitates towards you as you speak and talks about everything when you listen because he has this feeling you won’t judge him. It’s something about the confidence, the way you don’t give a fuck about what he thinks of you. It’s so different from Dot.

Dot, who worried about what that girl was thinking about Bucky or what that guy thought about her. And there was nothing wrong with caring, but Bucky couldn’t bear to give a shit about anything anymore.

“So you’re here because of a broken heart?” you point out after he explained his phone call prior to their meeting and he chuckles, the vodka making his head pulse with the beat in the club. The red and blue lights flash and blur in his vision but your face is still clear.

“Nah. I don’t love her,” he says, turning to the mojitos he ordered for the both of them. Yours is half gone, his gone completely. “Just… sick of being some stupid second fucking choice. She leaves me for a millionaire then comes crawling back for one last fuck. Fucking ridiculous,” he spits, grabbing your mojito and sucking it down.

“You’re preaching to a damn choir,” you say scathingly.

“Husband?” he pries and you eye him for a moment knowingly.

“Boyfriend. Left me for some kid in high school. We’re fucking third year college, man. That shit’s so gross and I’m ready to beat the shit out of him. Might as well do it drunk.”

“Hah, I did that once.”

“Get with a highschooler?” you ask, voice tinging with something judgmental and he laughs because it’s such an outrageous notion and he can’t help but agree. Fucking nasty.

“Fuck, no. I had a best friend I was fucking in love with,” he begins, the mint cool against his tongue. “High school. Got creeped on by some older dude and I beat the fuck out of him when he got too close for her liking. Got expelled, never saw her again after her grad when I realized she was probably going to head to uni and go big, but damn if it was worth it, even if it meant she went with someone else to fucking prom. Fucking Brock Rumlow.” His eyes drift to yours as you stare at him and he chews on his straw, explaining in the briefest of sentences. “Resident asshole of our year.”

There’s a quiet where he sets down the mojito again, and his head is swimming with memories. At the last time he saw the girl of his dreams, graduation cap pinned to hair and a sunset burnishing their street gold.

“No fucking way. Bucky?” you say and he looks at you from his—your—drink. “As in James Buchanan Barnes?” you ask with a scoff evident in your voice and he arches an eyebrow. “Oh, you can’t be serious.”

“What—” His insides are on fire, and his eyes fall to your lips as you press them into a frown. “Who?”

“You fucker!” You slug him in the arm and he yelps, clutching the offended bicep as you take him by the shoulders. “You fucking left me!” He is forced to look at you as your eyes search his. They’re dark with something he thinks is bitter love, and his eyebrows knit together. What is his luck with women lately?

“Who the fuck are you?” he yells over the thundering music, but his answer is swallowed up by a pair of searing lips. Fists in the lapel of his suit jacket, he groans into your mouth as his hand darts to your hips. He drags you flush against him and you crash into his body. Hitching a leg over his, he feels up your hoodie and you open up beneath his mouth. Your hips dip against his as you jump into his lap and he holds you there by the thighs, squeezing the flesh through your jeans.

“Fuck, James,” you whisper and he feels it all again in a heartbeat. That intense, selfish love that seized him as he walked away from you. The way he fucked you in the bathroom before the ceremony, gown bunched at your waist, pants barely shoved past his hips. The curious disgust every time he got with someone that wasn’t the girl from the stall. It’s you. “God, don’t you recognize me?”

These past few years dating Dot, feeling like he’d move past a tiny infatuation, obliterated to nothing as your voice tears down his defenses. Tears down everything he’s built, every lie that you’re nothing more than the past.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs against your desperate lips and you sink into his lap deeper, arms wrapped around his neck. “Fuck. Yes.” He tilts his chin up when you run your teeth along his neck and his eyes close shut. Heat is surging to his cock at the thought of tearing you apart here and his jeans tighten as your hips grind down against his. “Could never fucking forget you. Grown ass woman, now, huh?”

“Fuck me,” you whisper, pulling off of him though it’s more of an order and he nods, standing up with a stagger. Your hand is insistent on his wrist, hand melting through his skin.

“I live five minutes away,” he mumbles, drunk off his ass. When he looks at you, he doesn’t see smokey eyes or mulberry painted lips. You weren’t always so dark, direct, rough around the edges.

No, you were bright eyes and strawberry lip gloss once. Straight A’s, straighter laces. By the books and popular and pretty and innocent until he got you on his bed and ate it out of you.

Maybe he fucked the good girl out of you.

He doesn’t mind. He already knows he likes it when you’re bad.

“Fuck.”

His nails scratch down your back pleasantly and you purr, pressing him deeper into his couch. You’ve managed to slip out of all your clothes on the walk up and his hand digs into your hip, his other hand working against your slick heat. The heel of his hand rubs against your clit as you lift and sink into three fingers. Your walls clench around him and he groans at the tight suction as his phone rings.

“Ignore it,” you mumble, kissing him sloppily and his tongue glides against yours, burning with vodka. His hand runs up your back to grab your hair and he yanks your head back, licking down your neck. “James—”

“Fucking missed this, sweetheart. Fuck. Missed this pussy more than anything else,” he groans. Your pants whisper against his ear as your hands roll into fists against his head. Your arms wrapped around his neck, you rock your hips against his hand desperately. “Come on.”

You moan right into his ear when his wrist flicks up and his fingers plunge deeper into you, wet with the first orgasm he’s wrenched from you just like this. It breaks and your whole body shudders. Your walls tightens around his digits and he increases the speed of his fingers. Your legs trembling, you let out a hoarse cry.

Your voice breaks and your nails dig into the nape of his neck as you come on his fingers. Your thighs clench around him as he bends his finger inside you and you choke out a moan. A pulse travels through your body as he lazily plays with your engorged clit and you twitch with every gentle stroke as he pulls you through your high.

His phone lights up. Ding. Ding. Ding. And then, his ringtone blaring in the thick heat of his room.

You’re sweating against him, resting your whole body on him as you kiss along the cord of his neck and he bites his lip, groaning. You nip along his collarbone before soothing it with your tongue, tasting the alcohol he’s beginning to sweat.

Lazy love.

“She’s not gonna stop fucking calling,” Bucky whispers in defeat, hand stalling inside you and you groan in frustration, hips grinding against his heel. Prompting yourself up, you frown. “Fuck. I have to pick up.” He bites into your breast, licking your nipple in passing before leaning over to grab his phone. Your legs widen, and you lower yourself deeper into his lap as he keeps a hand firmly on your ass.

“For fuck’s sake,” you growl, slipping your hand down his cock and he lets out a groan against your shoulder. His cheek pressed against your joint, he stares at the Caller ID in dread. “She treated you like dirt and you’re still picking up her calls? I think you should just put her in her place.” The venom in your tongue makes something inside him twitch, makes him want to just pin you down and put you in your place because you don’t know shit and Dot isn’t worth my time anyway but instead, he slaps your ass and shifts his legs apart.

“Alright, that’s enough. I’m picking up that call no matter what, sweetheart.”

“Are you serious?”

“Get on your knees.” You pause and he turns to you, a thrill boiling through his blood as he slaps your ass. “Let’s put that mouth to use.” Your eyes go black with lust as you swallow, sinking to the floor between his legs, and he chuckles, spreading his legs farther apart. Your fingers trail along the line of his hips, lips whispering along his thighs as he clears his throat. The phone is still ringing in his hands as he looks down at you and arches an eyebrow. You’re smirking and he grabs one of your curious hands and wraps it firmly around his dick. “Get to work.”

As soon as he’s in your mouth, he picks up. You run your palm down the base of him as you take him in deeper and he lets out a sigh. You’re warm, wet, and he tilts his head back when you swallow. Eyes closing, he lets out a hoarse breath and tries not to give himself away too quickly.

“Bucky?”

“Who is this?” he asks, toying with her, weaving his free hand in your hair. He ups the volume, just enough so you can catch a hint of a word or two over the wet sounds of your mouth.

“It’s your Dotty, Buck.”

Pressing down on his thighs, you angle your head to take him further as if you’re displeased he’s even talking to her at the moment, jealous, even, but he simply grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs you back right, keeping himself just as deep down your throat. You gag, swallowing again.

“Yeah. What do you want?” His words come out breathless. He raises his head just enough to watch you work, eyes glued to the way your fingers, wrapped around him, move up and down. Your eyes are blown out with lust, already on his face and you smile against his thigh as you seem to take him down further. Wet lips wrapped around his cock, hair a mess around your face, it paints a pretty sight. Your tongue flattens against the underside of his length, and he groans when you slowly pull off. It’s an agonizing ecstasy, the way you seem to swallow him deeper despite drawing away. “Oh, fuck. Just like that, sweetheart. That was good, baby, That was good.”

“‘M I being good, daddy?” you ask, voice muffled, and his hips thrust into your mouth just as his hand forces you down, and he closes his eyes at the heat searing his blood. You’re so fucking good.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Don’t worry ‘bout a thing.” He cradles the phone closer to his face. “Fuck. Dot, what do you want again?” he asks. The line is nearly dead and a flash of satisfaction hits him as you moan quietly against his cock. The vibration shoots up to his stomach and he hisses out a breath. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart.”

“Yeah?” You bob your head between his thighs, the hand not around him digging into his hip. You hollow out your cheeks, the suction sending his head into the stars as the slick sound of your mouth ceases when you simply keep him in your cheek, blown pupils wide and innocent. Your hips twitch against his foot, seeking friction and he smirks. His needy little girl.

Bucky lets go of your hair, patting your cheek before wiping away the trail of drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. He leans forward, dragging you off his dick with a slight pop and a chill brushes against his length as Bucky pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger.

Pressing an open-mouthed kiss against your panting lips, he doesn’t care if Dot can hear every single fucking sound.

He pulls away before you have a chance to reciprocate and your whine follows him as he sinks back into the couch. His hand finds your hair again, guiding you back down his length and you seem to sink back onto your knees. He plunges endlessly down your throat as he clears his own, nearly forgetting he really is on the phone.

“Sorry, Dot. I’m a little distracted right now,” he says nonchalantly, the smile working onto his face.

“If you’re busy—”

“Nah.” You purr at the lie and he tugs your hair as he stifles a moan—a warning with no merit. He keeps you still despite your impatient wiggle and he opens his eyes, simply admiring your face full of his cock. Your eyes are at half mast as you rest your head against his thigh, and his finger traces down your cheek, along your jawbone, as he adds, “You’ve been blowing up my phone all night. You’ve got my attention now, darling.”

“Bucky,” Dot intones, sounding a bit tense and Bucky can’t help but wonder why, “seriously. It’s fine. You clearly have other company.”

“Oh, don’t worry. My girl over here’s just keeping me warm. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” He moves the phone from his ear to your mouth where he taps your cheek and you let out a soft, garbled moan, eyes fluttering shut. Bringing the phone back to his ear, he chuckles. “You tired, baby? You getting tired?” His tone is mocking and you’re subdued by the way he commands the air as you nod. Your jaw must be aching as you hold onto his thighs and lean against his leg. You’re a sprawled mess against him. “She’s getting tired, Dotty. Make it quick so I can take care of her.”

“Bucky, this isn’t you. What are you doing?” Dot exclaims but he doesn’t care as he lets out a long, guttural groan at your tongue running along his length in your mouth. Still trying to earn his graces.

“Finally getting the time of my life after you left me high and dry for a fucking year. I’m moving on just like how you did during our relationship. How’s the wedding planning? Feeling nervous?” he asks tightly as you swallow, teeth grazing along his skin and he looks down at you. Warning you for real this time. “Watch it, sweetheart.”

“It’s going… okay. Bucky, I… I didn’t want you to be doing this while I talked to you, but please, listen to me. I’m still in love with you.”

You pull off his dick with a long stroke of your tongue and he groans, hand tugging at your hair as you climb up his body. You nip at his skin along the way, your whole body stretching languidly against his as you brace a knee on either side of his hips and sit down in his lap.

“Seriously?” You press kiss after kiss around his face, long fingers wrapped around his cock and rubbing it slowly. Your purr rumbles in your chest as you dip your head to suck a mark into the underside of his jaw and he runs a hand down your back, cupping your ass. “Don’t you think it’s a bit too late right now?”

“You're not giving me any attention, daddy,” you whine with a pout, his dick against your abdomen, just there and he knows you must be aching for it to speak up. Leaning in close, you place your mouth along the cheek where the phone is, trailing tiny little teasing kisses along his swollen lips and flushed cheeks. He tries to snag your lips but you merely pull away and bounce in his lap impatiently. His cock brushes against your stomach, painfully hard, and a groan rips through his throat as you gently settle a hand on his chest.

“I know, baby. Just give daddy a moment, alright?” Bucky murmurs and you pout, your hand pulling at his dick. His hips twitch, jerking into your fist as you lay your head on his chest, slouching against him, kissing his jaw fleetingly. “Be a good girl.”

“Okay,” you mumble as you lazily pump him. Your thumb presses softly against the tip, spreading precum down his shaft and he groans, tipping his head back and closing his eyes again. You smile against his collarbone as you speed up the pace of your hand. A tight-lipped groan in his chest, he runs a hand up and down the curve of your back.

“It’s a mistake. This wedding’s a mistake,” Dot pleads as you watch his expression. He can feel your stare burning into his neck as you press quiet kisses against his chest. A knot tightens in his navel. “I know the way I treated you was shitty, and I know you must’ve moved on, but—”

“Dot, you left me, cheated on me, lied to me about everything.” Bucky bites down on his lower lip. “Fuck. You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” You hum against his chest. The crash is so close and your palm slows down. Growling, he looks up and pins you with a glare, but you merely look at him innocently and he sighs, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “I have moved on. It’s been a year since we broke up and I think it’s time you did, too.” You raise your head off his chest, shifting in his lap as you straddle his hips upright. His eyes follow you like a wolf as he tries to calm down from the high that never came. His hips twitch against your legs and he lets out a growl when you move your hand away.

“Bucky, wait—”

The phone is plucked from his hand and a protest builds up in his throat as you rest your other hand on his shoulder. He looks up at you, lips parted and you smile, sickly sweet. In the dim light of his room, he sees the way the shadows play dangerously on your face. His hand on your back slides to your hip, and his lips find your left nipple as he sinks his other hand into the flesh of your ass.

“Dot?” you ask sweetly as if you’ve no awareness at all, but by the way your eyes flutter, you’re well aware of his mischief. “Hey. Jamie’s a bit busy at the moment. Can you call him tomorrow?” Your smile sits on your face as it turns smug. “Great. Bye!” You hang up and toss the phone onto the coffee stand before cupping his face and kissing him fiercely. It bruises his mouth, sloppy open-mouthed kisses, and he groans as you raise your hips and slide him right in like their bodies were made for each other. His vision explodes in stars as you sink, his cock buried deep inside you.

“Fuck was that?” he mumbles when you part from him for a moment to breathe. Your hips slowly swing against his, taking him in deeper with every move as your hands, still cradling his face, burn through his cheeks. His hands run up and down your sides, your front, and you sigh at the rough palms against your sensitive nipples before he hoists you up more comfortably on his lap. “Jamie? I’m not fucking five.” He thrusts up with his question and your breath hitches.

“Fuck. Fuck, I’m sorry..” Your lip caught between your teeth, you rock against him faster and his hips lift to meet your thrusts as you tilt your head back. You arch against him, eyes squeezed shut and he pushes your body forward, teeth running over your breasts. “Fuck, James.”

“Bad girl, hm.” His eyes close and your fingers run through his hair, hug his head to your chest. Your moans are a symphony in his ear and you bounce in his lap, knees digging into the cushions.

“Yes, daddy,” you whine into his ear, gasping and the way your every word becomes high-pitched makes him want to fuck you through the couch. You're complete putty in his hands, warm like fire and malleable to his touch, and he kisses the valley of your breasts, his hands tracing the curve of your spine. “I’ve been so, so bad.”

He digs his fingers into your skin and twists, letting you fall onto the couch as he slides his palms down to grab your legs. Everything he touches is wet, burning, and the squelch of your pussy around his cock sends him into overdrive as he puts your legs up on his shoulders. Your eyes are squeezed shut and your mouth is open in a silent moan when he thrusts deeply into you at this new angle. Your hands find his and fingers interlace as he pins your wrists to the armrests above your head.

Smirking, he pushes deeper into you with no grace or rhythm and you thrash against him, mewling at his slowing pace, begging to go faster with the way your wriggle your hips back against him. “Daddy, I—”

“Shh, sweetheart. Now that I’m not busy anymore, I think daddy’s gonna have to teach you a lesson.” Your eyes barely open at his words and he smirks, making sure your attention doesn’t stray for a moment. “Keep those eyes on me, sweetheart.” You bite down on your lip, trying to stem desperate gasps but he growls a warning as he speeds up to a punishing pace. You’re overstimulated, exhausted, but still you try to push back against him, try to get him as deep as he can get.

You’re so eager to please with those plush, pink lips. “Yes, daddy. I’m sorry, I’ve been bad.”

“Sorry for what?” he wonders aloud just as your eyes squeeze shut and he feels your peak in the way your abdomen goes taut. Slowing down again, he nearly laughs at your disappointed whines. He pulls out completely, waiting for an answer and you cry out at the loss of fulfillment. Your legs lock around his neck. “I’m waiting.”

“Daddy, please... please, I was so close.”

“Give me an answer.” His tip brushes against your heat and you shove your hips forward. “How’re you gonna apologize when you don’t even know what for? How’m I gonna fix it?”

“Please...”

“I’m waiting, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen, daddy.”

He slowly pushes in again and your mouth drops open in an oh as you welcome him easily. You’re so damn wet that he slides in all the way he can with no problem. You lift your hips, heels digging into his back, and he slowly begins to thrust into you again. The sound of his hips meeting yours punishingly, the wet slap of skin against skin is the only sound in the room besides your panting breaths.

Bucky smiles.

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson not to talk out of turn tonight, understood? G’na teach you that when daddy’s on the phone, when daddy’s busy with other things, you behave if you wanna stay around,” he whispers, voice darkening with every word and your breasts heave as he runs a hand down your body. Fingers sneaking between their bodies, he presses a thumb against your clit and you fall apart with a shameless moan that bursts from your heaving chest.

Bucky wonders how he ever moved past you. You with makeup streaking down your pretty pouty face.

He didn’t. He never did.

“Oh, god,” you groan, dreadfully broken, still trying to recover but Bucky’s not finished with you yet. No, he’s going to make up for lost time for the rest of his life he can. “Fuck… James. Oh, god.” Your walls clench around him, dragging at his cock as he pauses inside you and he lets go of your wrists. Your legs slip off his shoulders.

“You miss me, sweetheart?” he murmurs, nuzzling your cheek and you pant, nodding weakly. He turns to ensnare you into a heavy, tongue-filled kiss as he sucks on your bottom lip. “Miss me a lot?”

“Yes, daddy,” you mumble, voice warped by his incessant kisses and he smiles, ravishing your mouth with his teeth and tongue. He gives you this small moment because it’s going to be a rough night and he wants to savour every last bit of it. By morning, he won’t hear a single peep out of you with how much your throat burns from screaming his name.

That’s three for him, zero for you, and Bucky’s not sure if it’ll end when morning comes.

He wants to ask if you’ll stay and he has a lot of furniture he needs to break in.

The kitchen counter looks like a wonderful place to start to do both.

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Malia’s 400 Follower Writing Challenge!

Hey there, my gorgeous, lovely followers! First of all, thank you so, so much for 400 followers!! This is incredible that there are 400, let me repeat, four-fucking-hundred people following me on this hellsite, that enjoy my friendship and/or writing. It’s nearly been a year on tumblr, and every piece of writing I’ve published, the friends I’ve made have just been absolutely monumental in my life. 4 is one of my lucky numbers, and so as a tribute to that times 100, I figured that now would be a great time to have a writing challenge. As I work on a few fics of my own, I’d also love to see what y’all come up with as well, so let’s go :)

CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

rules (ugh i don’t like that word let’s go with guidelines):

- you don’t actually gotta be following me, but that’d be pretty cool

- if you could be so kind, even if you don’t participate, please please reblog, as that would be very much appreciated

- to participate just send me an ask with the prompt or prompts you’ll be using, and the character you’ll be writing for. you can definitely choose two prompts from separate categories, but remember that prompts will become unavailable after two requests

- i’m pretty versatile with fandoms, so i’m gonna say marvel, harry potter, supernatural, star wars, criminal minds, bridgerton, and any sebastian stan characters, but if you’d like to write for a character not in any of those fandoms just tell me in the ask (so basically any fandom, i don’t know how to speak)

- please be x reader! doesn’t have to be fem!reader at all, but please make it y/n

- the fics can be any length, a drabble, headcanon, oneshot, twoshot, series, just make sure to tag me in any multipart fics because i’d love reading all your amazing fics

- while any fics are welcome (angst, fluff, smut, darkfic), i draw the line at incest and pedophilia, and make sure to TAG AND WARN YOUR FICS PROPERLY. if you are under eighteen and i see you have requested to write a smut fic, i will say a big fat NO because you should not even be reading that.

- to make sure i see it, make sure to use the tag #mals400followerwritingchallenge and tag me in it

- if i don’t reblog your fic within two days just shoot me an ask or message because i may just be dead or my tumblr is being stupid, and i will get my ass in gear

- all the fics will be put on a masterlist i’ll have on my masterlist as they are submitted, and it will be reblogged every time a new fic is added

- i know a lot of us may be in school right now or have jobs and families and shit just happens and sucks sometimes so i’m gonna make the deadline june 30, and you can sign up or submit any fics until then :)

NOW FOR THE PROMPTS:)) btw, all the line prompts are from @a-cure-for-writers-block

angst line prompts:

“This will be the last time you lie to me.”

“You know it’s not like that.”

“How could you think this wouldn’t hurt me?”

“You’re never going to be the same after this.”

“I just think it’d be best if we never met.”

“I can’t believe you would even think to leave me like this.”

“You never loved me, did you?”

“It didn’t have to be like this, but now you’ve ruined everything.”

“What did you want once this was all through? Tell me!”

“You could’ve- could’ve stayed. You could’ve helped me fix things.”

“This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now.”

“I hope I’m not put in the same part of hell as you.”

“When did you think you could hurt me again? Today? Tomorrow?”

“You’re back in my life and I want to die again.”

“You only ever brought me pain and I’m sick of it.”

“You put yourself in that position! That wasn’t my doing!”

“When was it that you realised that you didn’t love me?”

“I really think it’s easier for people when I’m not around.”

“I know, but you didn’t have to use them like that!”

“I’m not someone who breaks easily, but I must commend you on this.”

random line prompts:

“You look like you’re going to punch me.” “I was actually going to kiss you, but if you’re into that sort of thing then I’m out.”

“I mean, if we hadn’t met at a strip club.”

“Can we get coffee?” “Is this a date or is it because you’ll end up strangling someone if you don’t get caffeine in your system.” “I shouldn’t have asked.” (@spaceodditybarnes with Bucky Barnes or Chris Beck)

“… and then he came up up to me and kissed me until I was-” “I’m going to have to tell you to shut up now.”

“We should do this again sometime!” “I would honestly rather do anything other than that again.” (@extremelyblackandwhite)

“I hope you don’t think that we all act like this.” “There’s more than just you? Jesus.”

“I’m just tired.” “That’s understandable. Go and sleep, I’ll sort everything out.”

“You drank it?!” “Yes, it was quite delicious, did you know?”

“Can you just act normal for this evening. It’s all I’ll ask of you.” “You’re asking for a lot then.”

“I haven’t got laid in like forever.” “Oh sorry, did I look like I was offering? Because I’m most certainly not.” (@adorkably)

smutty line prompts:

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

“Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.”

“Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight.”

“You look just about good enough to eat.”

“Take your clothes off. Right now.”

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” (@bvckysmoon with Bucky barnes)

“Hands behind your back.”

“Open your mouth for me, baby.”

“Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?”

“You’re so in for it when we get home.”

“You can take it, you’ve done it before.”

“Just a little more.”

“I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”

“Suck on my fingers.”

“You look so good with my hands around your neck.”

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

“Look how good you take it.”

“My baby, you did so well.”

“God, you feel amazing.”

“Swallow. All of it.”

tropes:

enemies to lovers

friends to lovers

mutual pining

arranged marriage

sex pollen (@jimmypagesandbrianmayshair)

sharing a bed

slow burn

arranged marriage

unrequited love

childhood sweethearts

fake relationship

roleswap

established relationship

AUs:

Highschool AU

Soulmate AU

College AU (@spaceodditybarnes with Bucky Barnes or Chris Beck)

Coffee Shop AU (@jimmypagesandbrianmayshair)

Detective AU

Historical AU

Bodyguard AU (@i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend with Steve Rogers)

CEO AU

Bakery AU

Royal AU

Mob AU

Mythology AU

Modern AU

Hospital AU (@captainscanadian with Bucky Barnes)

Bakery AU

Demon AU

(Guardian!)Angel AU

Criminal AU

songs:

Burn - Hamilton

Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Sloan

Tears Dry On Their Own - Amy Winehouse

Silly Girl - Chloe Moriondo

Me and My Husband - Mitski

Something - The Beatles

Uptown Girl - Billy Joel (@blueberrythor with Bucky Barnes)

I Can’t Help Myself - Four Tops

She - dodie

Let’s Fall in Love for the Night - FINNEAS (@subtlebucky with Valkyrie)

Everybody Loves Somebody - Dean Martin

A Sunday Kind Of Love - Etta James

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romantic-barnes · 4 years

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bucky barnes | masterlist

series & mini-series

| strawberry & tape |

Bucky Barnes has the town in is hands and a lot Blood. All you have is a cafe your mother left you after her passing. But as Bucky’s attention moves to you, do you have the strength to pay revenge for his wrongdoings? Does your push into the dark paradise end in love or blood? | dark!biker!bucky x reader

| unintended |

The moment you have come of age, you are being ripped out of the place you call home and into the kingdom of Cydonia ruled by King James, your betrothed. Neither of you pleased with the situation, neither of you being honest. Between fights, snarky remarks and glaring, do you find time to breathe? Is it possible to reconcile or even love one another? | king!bucky x princess!reader

more to come

one shots

| gin, tonic & a lemon on top |

Maybe Bucky’s an alcoholic or maybe he just has a crush on the sweet like syrup bartender. | fluffy!bucky x bartender!reader

| cake |

You’re just a piece of cake for Bucky to be devoured and so your birthday takes a dark turn. | dark!bucky x innocent!reader

| out of control |

being in control never felt so good and hearing him beg is like music to your ears | au!bucky x reader

| show & tell |

Bucky needs to show you off, keeping you a secret isn’t an option anymore. Not when everyone assumes you’re not taken. | au!bucky x reader

| high school & sweethearts |

Yours and Bucky’s daughter has a sweetheart and is asking her parents for advice, bringing you both back to the time you were in high school. | dad!bucky x mother!reader

more to come

drabbles

| detention |

In which Bucky is trying to get your attention, but both of you getting detention instead | highschool!bucky x highschool!reader

| bucky boy |

in which Bucky reveals his true feelings before going off to war | 40s!bucky x reader

more to come | requests are open

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky au #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky fluff #marvel #marvel fanfiction #masterlist

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themusicplayedherlife · 4 years

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Unrequited (Part 5)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader characters: bucky barnes, reader, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, tony stark, pietro maximoff, crystal amaquelin, clint barton, sam wilson, sharon carter, word count: 7k+ warnings: curse words, flirty bucky, flirty tony, angst, sad friends summary: things are changing and its startng to get hard to keep up a/n: hi, welcome to the slowest update and slowest burn story ever, but its here now--and let me tell you, this chapter is NOT how i planned... still like the outcome and really, it just means that the next ch is going to be just as long (im also looking for someone to beta future chapters ;o; so if youre interested, lemme know)

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“Natasha?” you call out, entering the eerily quiet apartment. The lights are off, the television quiet and dark, everything you used for breakfast is still in the sink, none of it put away—she hates seeing a full sink, but hates washing dishes in the morning even more, preferring to do them when she gets home when it’s her turn.

You call out for her again, your footsteps echoing as you make your way to her bedroom. Knocking, you wait for a beat before opening the door, and just like the rest of your shared home, her room is dark—even the neon lights she likes leaving on occasionally are turned off.

Where could she be?

There’s a note on the island counter that has you frowning—Out for the day. It reads in Natasha’s cursive writing. I’ll be home for dinner.

You don’t share any classes with Natasha, today. In fact, you don’t have any classes Tuesdays, something you’re grateful for because having classes everyday last year really stressed you out, and while you’re still stressed having three classes on three days of the week, you have more days to relax and study if need be.

Your free days also give you the chance to spend time with Natasha, something you both take seriously. Afterall, you made a promise to one another senior year of highschool that you’d always carve out a little bit of time for each other and that you’d always tell one another what was on your mind, never letting it fester.

It feels… weird knowing something is wrong and not knowing what it could be. But you just have to give her space and wait for her to tell you on her own, just as she gives you space when you need it.

Doesn’t mean you like it, though.

With a loud sigh, you leave your apartment.

You shoot him a quick text to let him know you’re here, and he replies by giving you the code for the building and his floor and apartment number.

Seriously, Bucky? Why is he making you go up?

Grumbling, you take the elevator to the fourth floor and knock on his door, ready to rip him a new one for having you meet at his place rather than somewhere else when it opens to reveal… not Bucky?

Naked torso and bright blue eyes greet you, and widen in surprise as a small squeak escapes your lips. You try to ignore the heat clawing its way up your neck and to your face, desperately hoping he wouldn’t notice.

He says your name breathlessly and you return the gesture with another squeal, head lightheaded and you’re pretty sure it’s not healthy to have all your blood rush to your face like this.

“Steve!” You avert your eyes and focus on the wooden door and the gold numbers 404 instead of his pretty, hairless chest. But it’s kind of hard to keep your focus on something else when your eyes keep wanting to move his way! “Bucky told me to meet him here?”

As if he was waiting for his name, his head pops over Steve’s shoulder, a small smirk on his face—has it always been this punchable? Because your fingers are itching to clock him and wipe that smug look off of his face—that’s becoming a thing isn’t it?

“You’re finally here!” He pushes Steve aside and opens the door wide for you, ignoring the protests of his best friend. He latches onto your wrist, not allowing you a chance to look over the open spaced apartment and pulls you along with him towards the elevator. “I’m taking the car! And put a shirt on!”

You chance a glance over your shoulder to find Steve staring after you both with raised eyebrows and slightly parted lips. Fuck.

“What the hell, Bucky?” you ask as soon as you’re in the privacy of the elevator.

“You’re welcome,” he says, pressing the button for B—basement you’re assuming.

“You’re welcome?” You repeat incredulously. “For what?”

“What do you mean for what? You got to see a shirtless Steve thanks to me!”

He has a point, the little voice in your head says, but you refuse to listen. Pursing your lips, you turn your eyes away to stare at the blinking numbers over the sliding doors. “I’m not thanking you for that.”

He pouts and it’s so uncharastically Bucky, or at least it's uncharacteristic for the Bucky you thought you knew, that it throws you off guard for a moment. You clear your throat and try to recover. “Come on! I did good! You saw a shirtless, Steve! What are the odds of that happening?”

“Literally none.” He grins at your deadpan words. “Still don’t appreciate it, Bucky! That was embarrassing, for him and me.”

He sighs, slouching back into the elevator wall like a little kid having been scolded for stealing a piece of chocolate. “Okay, I get it. I get it, no more tricking you into seeing a shirtless Steve.”

You resist the urge to sigh heavily at his words. “I hate you.”

He grins toothily.

You watch him as he smiles at the poor girl behind the register ringing him up for a pair of sunglasses. She ducks her head shyly, curling a lock of her hair behind her ear as does her best to quell the blushing on her cheek.

He had told you to keep an eye on them, watch him as he tries to win over the cashier with his charm, but from where you’re standing? You’re not seeing shit.

He thanks her with another smile, taking his card that she hands back to him before making his way to you.

You quickly look away when her eyes begin to drift from him to you.

“Did you see?” he asks as he settles into step with you to lead you to another store.

You nod and cock an eyebrow. “What exactly was I supposed to learn from that?”

He makes a face—nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed. “How easy it is to flirt?”

“I saw none of that,” you deadpan.

He sighs deeply as if completely disappointed in your lack of attention and you have to resist the urge to smack him and roll your eyes. “Did you not see how I—you know what. Never mind.” Before you can even question him, he continues on: “We’re not just here to teach you how to flirt, we’re also here because you need an outfit for the party. Two birds,” two fingers lift into the air and then one finger goes down, “one stone.”

You do a double take, blinking slowly and letting his words process. “I need an—no, I don’t!”

“Oh, yeah?” He raises an eyebrow as he opens the door. “What were you thinking about wearing, then?”

“I don’t know?” You reply indignantly. What exactly is he getting at? “Some jeans and a shirt? You know, like casual clothes.”

When you don’t make a move to enter, he grabs your arm and pulls you along with an eye roll. “That’d be fine for any other party, but this is a Stark party. People dress up to impress, and those that don’t, stick out like a sore thumb.”

Great.

“Come on, sourpuss.”

That’s rich coming from him.

But then again, he hasn’t been much of a sourpuss with you anymore has he?

“What about this?” he asks, amusement laced in his words as he grins stupidly at you. In his hands is a short and skimpy dress that you would never wear out of fear of what you might accidentally end up flaunting.

A glare is all he gets as a response and he laughs loudly. “I’m joking!”

You miss sourpuss Bucky.

He has you searching the floor for something—anything, he deems acceptable for Stark’s party, but you honestly don’t understand why you can’t just wear casual clothes. And when you voice it, he keeps emphasizing the whole “sticking out like a sore thumb” bit. As if he knew you liked blending with the crowd rather than stand out. You relent, allowing him to help you pick something out, too, but you still don’t like the idea of dressing up for a College party.

A blue romper is suddenly shoved in your line of vision and you took a step back to follow the arm attached to the shimmery romper. “Pretty, right?”

You wrinkle your nose involuntarily. It is a pretty romper (better than the first one), with a low open back and a sweetheart neckline. You’d wear it, but it looks more suitable for clubbing than a college party.

“I think it’ll look good on you!”

You reluctantly grab it from his thrusting hand. “Isn’t it too much?” You check the tag. “Besides, not my size.”

“It’s perfect for Tony’s party,” he muses as he ushers you towards the rack where he found the romper, encouraging you to find your correct size. “And it’s actually pretty tame compared to what you’ll see others wearing.”

“You know, you’ve been really making me dread going to this party,” you grumble, pulling out a romper that’s in your size. “You keep making it sound like it’s the event of the year.”

He nudges you towards the changing rooms. “It might as well be. A lot of people look forward to his parties, use it as a chance to completely unwind without any rules binding them to the usual frat party rules.”

Which would make sense as to why Natasha is looking forward to it, especially when she seems to be stressed from outside factors.

“That still doesn’t make me feel better.”

He rolls his eyes. “Stop being a baby.”

The dressing room attendant allows you both in with a smile, pointing to a stall you may use, and you both thank her.

The music is a little louder in the dressing room area than it was on the floor, Dua Lipa’s New Rules blasting loudly, enough to make you drum your finger against the hanger.

“Besides,” he starts from the other side of the door. Through the crack, you can see him with his back turned towards you and waiting. “Going to this party will be your chance to open flirty dialogue with Steve, show him you’re actually interested in him.”

You take your time undressing. “None of what I’ve seen so far will help, Bucky. Smiling and touching someone isn’t flirting.”

“It will!” he assures you over the music. “It’s part of the basics on how to flirt.”

“Okay? But what else?” You were really hoping for more. He made teaching you how to flirt seem like such a big deal the other day.

He doesn’t answer you.

“Bucky?” When he doesn’t answer again, you quickly scramble to put on the romper, not bothering to check yourself in the mirror. You call his name again. No answer. Again. “Are you—“ You open the door to your dressing room and to your surprise, Bucky is still standing outside of your dressing room, closer to the one next to yours. “Why weren’t you answering?”

He leans against the door with his shoulder, hands in his pockets and stormy eyes meet yours when you poke your head out. “Well? Aren’t you gonna show me?” Your forehead creases as your eyebrows curve inward. He motions to the side with his head as if asking you to step out.

With a reluctant step, you come out of hiding, showing him the outfit with a ducked head.

His eyes sweep over you and his hands come out of his pockets, a lopsided grin appearing on his lips. “Wow—you look—you look great, doll.”

Doll? You don’t question it even though you’re curious about the sudden pet name, besides, you’re a little flustered at the genuinity in his voice “You think so?”

“It’s gonna be hard for anyone to look away from you,” he says, eyes twinkling with some kind of emotion that you can’t read. Mischief, maybe?

You pause, the heat that had been gathering in your cheeks suddenly cools as the hair on your arms stand awkwardly. You can’t help the small shiver that runs down your spine, or the small noise of disgruntlement that escapes your lips. What was wrong with him? “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, reaching for a lock of your hair and you jerked away.

Your eyes narrow as you watch the smile on his face grow, but soon they widen as the realization hit you. “Are you—are you trying to flirt with me?”

His smile drops and it’s your turn for your smile to grow, a laugh escaping your lips. His lips form a pout and he groans. “Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny. I’m teaching you how to flirt!”

“By giving me chills?”

He leans away from you, in shock that you’d think he’d ever do such a thing! “I did not give you chills!”

“You did!” you assert as you lift your arm to show him the bumps and awkwardly standing arm hair.

“There’s no way I caused that!”

You shove your arm further into his direction. “You totally did!”

He stares at you unblinkingly, your words processing in his head and taking in your form, until finally, he groans loudly, gaining the attention of the attendant. “But my flirting has never failed!”

You laugh, stepping away from him. “Well, your mom did say you seem to be under a dry spell.”

“Hey!” He sputters. “Just get changed!”

You shake your head with a smile and head back into the changing room to change out of the romper and back into your regular clothes.

After paying for the romper and walking around aimlessly, you two find yourself at the food court sitting across from one another with ice creams in hand.

“Since—apparently—showing you wasn't the best way to reach you how to flirt, telling you might be,” he says after a spoonful of his strawberry cheesecake ice cream. “Flirting isn’t rocket science, doll. Everyone can do it.”

“Not everyone.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re not giving yourself enough credit. Flirting is all about conversation and being confident while doing it,” he says, straightening his back. “A lot of people have this… idea, that you have to be coy and charming to flirt, but you don’t have to be. Sometimes it’s all about compliments, other times it’s about subtle touching, or most of the time—both.”

You close your lips around your spoon, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Try it on me.”

Your spoon almost drops from your hands at his words. “What?”

“Try flirting with me.”

“Bucky—“

“You’ve seen me flirt twice—“

“I learned nothing from either time.”

He blatantly ignores you and you can’t help but laugh under your breath. “So, you have an idea of what you should do when flirting with someone.”

“I don’t know—“

“Just compliment me, talk to me, reach for my hand or something.” He smiles. “You’ve got this.”

You take a deep breath and finally relent. Placing your spoon back into the cup with your melting ice cream, your eyes meet his expectant gaze.

Sweeping over his eager gaze, your eyes fall on the red beaded bracelet wrapped around his wrist. It’s homemade, a little worn out by the look of the scratches on some of the beads. But it’s cute, reminds you of something you would’ve made when you were in middle school for Natasha, or something your younger brother would’ve made for you. Did one of his sisters make it for him? Shyly, and nervously, you reach for the beaded bracelet, gently running your index finger over the small beads.

“I like your bracelet.”

“Yeah?” He asks with a wide grin, stormy eyes watching you carefully and you can’t help the heat licking at your skin—god, this is embarrassing!

“Yeah, it’s cute… looks good on you,” you mutter, hooking a finger under the bracelet and flashing your eyes up at him from under your lashes, still feeling hot and embarrassed, and if you cry, holy shit you’re going to die. You can’t even read Bucky’s expression, there’s a smile on his face but his eyes are pretty neutral. Fuck. What if you’re messing up? What if you’re only making a fool out of yourself? “No!” You gasp softly, extracting your finger from his bracelet and covering your face with both hands. “No, I can’t do it!”

“Come on,” he drawls and gently takes hold of your wrists to coax your hands away from your face. “You were doing great!”

You let him pull down your hands and purse your lips, not completely believing him, but he sounds genuine enough. “Was I really?”

“Yes, you were!” he says, patting your hands in his. “You complimented something on me and me, found an excuse to touch me and kept eye contact for most of it! That’s pretty fucking amazing.”

You slip your hands from his to cup your jaw and groan. “I wish I could believe you.”

“All you really had to do was ask questions, prolong the conversation, make me think you’re interested in knowing more about me,” he advises softly. “If you do something similar like this to Steve? He’ll be putty in your hands.”

Giddiness bubbles in your stomach as you think of Steve flirting back, but… “But what if I get too nervous? Or fail?”

“Then you breathe, remind yourself you’re having a conversation to get to know him outside of what you already do know.” He waits for a beat, eyes searching your face for a moment and sighs. “Some people like to lay it on thick with the charm because that’s what they’re good at. You? You’re just… you. Doe-eyed, a little awkward, more than a little blunt sometimes. So use that to your advantage.”

You don’t fully believe him, but he sounds so sure of himself that you can’t help but agree to try it. “All right. Okay, I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all you need.” He grins and tilts his head towards one of the many entrances of the mall. “Want to head home?”

You look down at the ice cream pooling in your cup and decide to throw it out along with Bucky’s empty cup. “Mind if I check out the Disney store before we go?”

He remains seated, thanking you as you take his trash with yours. “Was afraid you wouldn’t ask.”

Throwing the two cups, you look at Bucky over your shoulder, ignoring the family of four that cuts between you to occupy a table. “You like Disney?”

He scoffs, offended that you even thought of asking such a heinous question. “Of course, I do.”

You shrug, laughing under your breath as you wipe the imaginary dust from your hands. “Most guys hide their affinity for Disney.”

Without thinking much of it, Bucky grabs the bag carrying your romper from the empty chair. When you make a grab for it, he tells you he’s got it and begins to lead you towards the Disney store. You follow after him, thankful. “I’m not most guys,” he quips back. “But… uh… does Natasha not like guys that like Disney?”

You blink, processing his shy inquiry and then throw your head back in laughter.

“Hey! It’s a legit question, if she doesn’t—“

You fall into step with him, smothering your laughter with the back of your hand. “What? Are you going to hide your love for the mouse from her if she doesn’t?”

“Maybe?”

You roll your eyes. “I suggest you don’t, Bucky. Natasha… she likes authenticity.” He knows this! But he’s really gung-ho on changing himself for her, isn’t he?

“It’s not like I’m going to lie about it! I’ll just be… omitting the truth.”

“That is lying,” you say with a bit of whine and drawl in your voice. “Lying by omission.”

“Whatever gets her attention.” His lips turn down and his eyes sweep down at you with a semi glazed look before staring forward. “That’s the whole point of this, right? Getting their attention?”

You try to hide the wince and find that you can’t bring yourself to refute him.

Your eyes meet your own in your mirror’s reflection, and with a deep breath, you leave your bedroom.

Natasha is on her phone, fingers tapping away at the screen barely acknowledging you other than a, “Finally!”

“Sorry,” you start as you make a beeline to the fridge for water. “I’m just a little unsure of what I’m wearing.”

She looks up, twisting in her seat to take a look at you and she lets out a strange noise that sounds akin to excitement. “Where have you been hiding this little number?”

You purse your lips. “It’s okay?”

“Are you kidding me?” She stands and makes her way over to you, smirking wickedly, hand to her chest as she buckles her knees. “I am in love!”

You gently push her away and she cackles. “God, you’re so weird.”

“You love me!”

“Yeah, yeah!”

Pietro: bruh, i am in awe

Pietro: i shit you not, you’re going to be fucking blown away when you guys get here

You: His place that nice?

Pietro: what do you think?

Attached to the message is a picture of Pietro making a face at a large chocolate fountain in the middle of who knows where and you honestly can’t believe it. You really fucking can’t. Who fucking owns a chocolate fountain other than a fictional character?

“Are you seeing this?” you ask Natasha, who sits beside you in the moving taxi, staring incredulously at your phone screen as you receive another message from Pietro, but this time of him sticking a marshmallow into the fountain with a stick.

She hums. “Seeing what?”

“What Pietro just sent—group chat?”

“Oh,” she says. “No.”

Sighing, you put away your phone, ignoring the incoming text from Pietro most likely asking how far away you are. “Who do you keep texting?”

“Huh?” She looks up at you after a moment of silence. “Oh, a friend—hey, you don’t mind if I invited them to tag along, right?”

A friend? You try to keep yourself from frowning, keeping a more neutral, curious expression. “I don’t mind, but, who did you invite?” You’re pretty sure you know everyone she knows or at least know of the people she deems worthy enough to call friends—which aren’t many (and are literally the same people you call friends).

“He’s one of the guards at the center,” she says, returning her attention to her phone, a smile appearing on her lips as she types out another message. “I had trouble on the first day and he helped me.”

“Wait, you had trouble?” Why didn’t she tell you that? She had only mentioned that it went well, but the kids could be a bit too much if she wasn’t stern enough.

She waves her hand dismissively. “Yeah, got lost. Not a big deal.”

She got lost and made a friend on her first day and it’s no big deal? “Right.”

She raises her head to look at you once more, eyebrow cocked and ready to say or ask something, but the driver pulling up slowly and saying, “Here we are,” distracts you both, stealing your attention for a moment and making you both glance out the window.

“Wow,” is all you can manage to say as you stare up at the modern home—mansion, really—as you push open the car door to step out, Natasha right behind you. You knew Tony was rich, but this, this is crazy rich.

The chocolate fountain now makes sense.

You both thank your driver and the man nods, wishing you both a fun night before driving off.

“And I thought your parent’s home was big,” you tell Natasha.

She chuckles, clapping your back before beginning to lead you towards the main entrance and closer to the loud music playing indoors. “Pietro and Crystal are already here, right?”

“Yep. They might be by the chocolate fountain, wherever that is.”

“Cool, I’m going to look for my friend,” she says, pushing open the door and allowing the music to escape from the enclosed space—“Meet you there?”

She’s seriously not thinking of leaving you—oh my god, she is. She’s really leaving you!

Before you can even begin to protest, she’s become one with the sea of bodies occupying the open space and you can no longer see your friend among the masses.

Great. Now what?

You frown and when a person knocks into you by accident, giving you a hasty apology as they keep moving, you can’t help but sigh. Why did you even decide to come?

You pull out your phone and read the message Pietro sent you earlier, and reply telling him that you’ve arrived. In a matter of seconds, you receive a message from him saying he’s still by the chocolate fountain and to hurry the fuck up.

Well, at least you still have Pietro.

Just as you’re about to put your phone away, it vibrates with a text notification, your text tone completely drowned out by the music.

James Bucky: How’s the party?

You: Just got here

James Bucky: Barely?

The music is loud around you as you push through the crowd, people not really caring if you bump into them, all of them in their own little world as the bass reverberates through their bones.

You: Wasnt super keen on the romper.

You: Jumped around a lot of outfits

James Bucky: But I thought you looked great!

James Bucky: You ARE wearing it, right?

You: yes, zazu gosh

James Bucky: wait

James Bucky: Zazu from the Lion King?

James Bucky: are you calling me an overbearing bird?

You: 🤷🏻‍♀️

You: if the shoe fits

James Bucky: listen, if I’m anyone from the movie, I’m Simba

You snort as you reply back: Sure you are

James Bucky: Rude!

James Bucky: Have you seen Steve, yet?

You: no.

You: Looking for Pietro and his girlfriend first

James Bucky: All right

James Bucky: Guess I’ll let you go

James Bucky: just remember to relax! You’ve got this!

Yeah! You do got this!

Thanks, Bucky.

Your search for the fountain leads you outside to a small courtyard where it’s a little less crowded, but just as noisy with the music and talking. In the middle of it all is the glorious chocolate fountain and in front of it a long table of fruits and other assortments that could be dipped into the chocolate.

“What do you think?” A voice suddenly says next to your ear and you can’t help but let out a surprised squeal as you jump around to face the culprit. “Cool right?”

“Tony! What the hell?”

He chuckles and looks you over, his eyes still obscured by his dark glasses. “You look good.” He sounds sincere enough, but you can’t help but raise your eyebrow in suspicion.

“Thanks?”

He grins. “You’re welcome.” He looks around you. “Came alone?”

“Ah, no, I came with Natasha, but she went searching for someone.”

“And you?” He asks, removing his eyewear and hooking it’s leg into the collar of his shirt. “You’re not searching for anyone?”

“I am…” you say, a little hesitant, unsure of what his question is meant to mean. “My friend Pietro.”

He tilts his head to the side. “You mean silver haired kid over there?”

You follow his line of vision, head twisting to look over your shoulder where Pietro and his girlfriend are sitting on a wooden bench, gorging on strawberries covered in chocolate. “Thanks.”

“Buckaroo didn’t come with you?” he asks, stopping you from making your way over to Pietro and Crystal.

“Uh, no. Said he didn’t feel like it.”

Tony snorts, he sounds a little bitter. “Of course, he did.”

Curious. “Did you want him to come?”

He presses his lips thinly, before smiling wickedly. “I’d like for someone else to come.”

“Seriously?”

He grins, head ducking and glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose, but he does nothing to stop them. “Sorry, bad joke.” He doesn’t sound sorry at all.

“Do you usually do that?”

He catches your gaze over the rim of his glasses. “What? Make bad jokes?” He shrugs. “Probably.”

“No,” you start slowly, pausing for a moment to search his eyes, study him as much as possible before he can grow offended by your next words, words that you probably wouldn’t say to a stranger and shouldn’t say to a stranger, but still do. “Do you usually deflect when someone goes into uncharted territory?”

He tenses, eyes narrowing and jaw clenching, it only lasts for a second, but you catch it. And that’s enough for you to know you’re right. He lets out a dramatic sigh and looks away from you, pushing his glasses back up. “Ah, and here I thought you’d be more fun than most of these people.”

You purse your lips, ready to retort, but before you can, a hand lands on your shoulder, pulling you away from Tony and to a muscular body—Pietro.

“Is he bothering you?” Pietro asks, eyes locked on to Tony, not even bothering to look down at you. It’s the big brother act.

“Pietro!” You scold him, pushing him away from you and from confronting Tony. “It’s fine. We were just talking.”

“And now we’re not,” Tony announces, eyes moving from Pietro to you. “Have fun, gorgeous.”

“What was that about?” Pietro mutters, confused as you both stare after Tony. And you can’t help but watch as he joins a group, laughing and smiling with them for only a moment before moving on to the next one. Never staying in one place.

“I don’t know,” you admit, a small frown making a home on your features.

You can never truly tell what the hell is going on with Pietro and Crystal. One moment they’re both laughing and having the time of their life and the next they’re arguing about the little things—this time the little thing being, well, you.

You’ve always known that Crystal wasn’t and isn’t particularly fond of you and Natasha, sometimes seeing both of you as some kind of threat or rivals for Pietro’s love, but you and Natasha usually pay her no mind. This time, however, it’s a little hard to ignore them when she’s whining about the fact you’re third wheeling their date, forgetting the fact that you and Natasha had invited Pietro in the first place, and he had decided to bring his girlfriend along.

Where’s Natasha when you need her?

Why did you decide to come anyway? Bucky wasn’t joking when he said a Stark party wasn’t a place for striking up conversation, yet somehow he encouraged you to come and said it would be the perfect opportunity to flirt with Steve. Who, by the way, you haven’t seen since you arrived! Granted, you haven’t moved from your spot in the courtyard, but you aren’t so sure going around specifically looking for Steve would be such a good idea. What if you do start dating Steve and you one day tell him that you frantically looked around for him at a Stark party, actively avoiding everyone just to be able to talk to him? He’d most likely freak and call you a freak, and you’d much rather avoid that.

“Then go,” you hear Pietro snap, pulling you from your rambling thoughts to look at him and Crystal, both of them practically in each other’s faces.

His blonde girlfriend with wide blue eyes falters, eyes drifting from him to you and back, and you watch as her bottom lip wobbles for dramatic effect before throwing her hands up in the air and pushing Pietro away from her. “Fine! I didn’t even want to come to this stupid party anyway!”

Pietro sighs heavily as she storms off.

“You sure letting her leave like that is a good idea?”

“Yeah,” he says through a grimace, falling back down onto the bench he and Crystal has been occupying. “It’s fine. We’ll work it out tomorrow. We always do.”

You have no doubt they’ll work it out, because he’s right, they always do. But you still can’t help but worry. How much more fighting and arguing can they take before they break? “Okay. Do you want me to get you a drink?”

He shakes his head and reaches for the red plastic cup by his feet. “I’m good, thank you.” He scoots over and pats the seat next to him.

You flash him a small smile and drop yourself down next to him, taking the chocolate strawberry he offers you before pressing his own strawberry against yours and scarfing it down.

“What’s with the doom and gloom?” Natasha finally joins you, finding you and Pietro sitting on the wooden bench, gorging on chocolate covered fruit. “It’s a party!”

You and Pietro don’t bother reacting to her shimmy of the arms, you instead cock an eyebrow. “Did you find your friend?”

She nods, smiling, looking over her shoulder and making a come here motion with her hand—and who exactly she motions over isn’t who you were expecting.

Not only is it Steve, but it’s Steve. Handsome, blue eyes, pretty Steve, who flashes you a bright smile even after you’ve seen him half naked.

Your mouth falls open in surprise. Steve? Why would it be Steve? As far as you knew, Steve doesn’t work as a security guard. Not at campus, not at the accounting firm he’s interning, and definitely not at a recreational center! He would’ve mentioned it, right? You look at Natasha, but she’s not looking at you, and she’s not looking at Steve either, you note.

She’s looking at someone behind him, someone shorter with darker hair—dirtier, and darker blue eyes—“Clint?”

All eyes snap in your direction, but you pay them no mind, you’re completely transfixed by the man wearing a purple hoodie and acid wash jeans, who immediately recognizes you and smiles cheekily.

“You know each other?” Natasha asks and it's Clint who explains with a nod.

“She’s a regular at the museum, usually comes in during my shift.”

“Huh.” Natasha huffs out a breath. “Small world.”

Steve chuckles and that sound would usually cause your heart to flutter, but you’re currently very much in awe of the fact that Natasha has adopted Clint as her friend. “Guess that makes it easier with the introductions.”

“Uh, excuse you. I don’t know who he is. Hi, I’m Pietro. And you are?”

“Clint Barton, security guard extraordinaire.”

Natasha smiles in Clint’s direction and leans against him, surprisingly enough—which is putting it lightly. You’re more than surprised, you’re absolutely floored, Pietro is too because he turns to you with wide eyes and mouths “what the fuck?”

What the fuck indeed.

Natasha isn't the type to be so… hands on or touchy with strangers (well, then again, Clint isn’t exactly a stranger). It took months—half a year to be exact—for her to be comfortable with touching Pietro, and being touched by him. But here she is, having known Clint for a couple of weeks—BARELY—and is already using Clint as a resting post.

Yeah.

It’s official.

Bucky is screwed.

A Stark party is a sensitive overload, if you’re being honest.

Here you are being rewarded with Steve looking mighty fine in a yellow button down and dark, regular jeans, but you’re somehow distracted by the way your best friend refuses to leave Clint’s side.

She’s smiling, chuckling that soft, genuine chuckle of hers when he cracks a joke or tells a funny story. There’s a spark in her smile and eyes that you haven’t seen in such a long time—not since high school.

You’re happy for her…. but…

This is going to hurt Bucky, isn’t it?

“Hey,” Steve’s warm voice reaches your ears and your body reacts without a minute to waste. Heat crawling up your neck as you practically rip your eyes from them to him.

“Steve, hey.”

“You look beautiful.” Your heart practically beats out of your chest, eyes widening at his sincere compliment and how he studies you with a warm gaze. It takes all of your energy to stay upright, even when the blood rushes to your head and your knees buckle.

He called you beautiful. Steve. Steve freaking Rogers!

Breathe and relax, doll. Flirting is simple conversation. Not an art. “Thank you.” Your voice is quiet, but still managing to be heard over the music if the tick of his lips is anything to go by. “You do too. Yellow is a good color on you.”

What? What kind of compliment is that?! Every color is a good color on Steve!

He chuckles, his eyes slipping down to the button down he’s wearing. “Thanks. This is actually Bucky’s. Told me I should wear it for tonight.” He fixes the collar of his shirt as the first button comes undone, and you can’t help but avert your gaze shyly. What the fuck is wrong with you? It’s just some skin, you dumbass! “You wouldn’t think so, but Bucky actually has an eye for picking out clothes,” he says fondly, proud of his best friend. “It’s one of his hidden talents.”

You return your gaze to him, but this time focus on his eyes, smiling when his own gaze meets yours. “I actually believe you. He helped pick out this romper for me.”

His eyes brows quirk upward. “Bucky did? Really?

“Uh, yeah, actually.” Did you say the wrong thing?

You almost grow worried when the silence between the two of you stretches for a moment longer until he smiles again, eyes softening. “I’m glad you’ve become Bucky’s friend.”

You’re not so sure you and Bucky ARE friends, especially not after he reiterated why you're both talking and helping eachother, but under Steve’s sincere gaze you can’t help the, “I’m glad too,” that slips from your lips. And you definitely don’t regret it when his smile widens.

“Ah, listen, I want to apologize about the other day,” he says, his cheeks red as he rubs the side of his neck and eyes drifting shyly off to the side. “I don’t usually open the door shirtless, but Bucky was hurrying me… and…”

Of course he was. God damn that Bucky! “No, no, it’s your home. You’re allowed to be comfortable. I’m sorry I was so awkward about it. I just--I have never seen that.” Steve’s eyes snap up in your direction and for a moment, you replay your words—have never seen that—what the hell is wrong with you? “I mean, I have. I definitely have seen a shirtless man before. Who hasn’t? I meant to say I have never seen you—you know what? I’m just going to shut up now.”

He blinks slowly and without warning he lets out a loud laugh that takes you off guard, but it fills your chest with warmth. You recognize this laugh; it’s his genuine laugh. The one that makes him throw his head back, hand clutching his chest, and laugh without any inhibitions. And you caused it. You.

You can’t help but chuckle along with him.

And when Steve finally calms down, he glances down at you with crescent eyes and a genuine smile. “You’re cute.”

Heat crawls to your neck and you can’t believe it’s possible to even get this hot and embarrassed. “Thank you?” you squeak.

This is good right? Steve across from you, drink in his hand and smiling down at you as if you’re the only people in the room. And you might as well be, because the music sounds so distant and Pietro’s laughter is muffled.

This is your chance.

This is where you put a hand on his shoulder; lean into his space a little and flash him your doe eyes that Bucky mentioned. This is it! This is where you hint at your feelings, this is—

“Steve!”

Damn it, Sam!

“Look who I found!”

The smile on his face drops and you can't help the way your body jerks when he mumbles the name, “Sharon,” so breathless.

You’re no longer the only two people in the room. The world spins and tilts, and it moves faster than you thought possible—all noise and music coming back to life and deafening you as Steve doesn’t spare you a glance to walk towards the beautiful blonde with kind brown eyes smiling at him.

You push through the crowd, needing to get away from whatever the fuck is going on inside. Steve barely even glanced at you after Sharon had appeared, which shouldn’t be surprising, really. His ex-girlfriend is beautiful and the two didn’t exactly break up on bad terms. They had decided that while she studied abroad at Cambridge for the year, it would be best for them to break up.

So really, you should’ve known that the moment she would showed up, you wouldn’t have a chance.

Not like you had a chance before. But you had hoped with all of your heart that maybe you could have a chance.

You were wrong. Bucky was wrong.

The fresh, cool air hits you as soon as you’re out on the front porch, and you release an exhale.

“Tough night, gorgeous?”

Your eyes snap to Tony, who sits on one of the porch chairs, legs kicked up on the small rounded table, and a cigarette in his hands. “You could say that.”

Tony puts out the cigarette by smashing the tip into the ashtray by his feet.

“Why aren’t you inside playing host?”

A smirk lifts his lips. “Taking a break. Hosting is a lot of work.”

You snort. “I’m sure.”

“Why aren’t you inside?” You shrug and watch as he stands up and moves to the chair over, pointedly looking at the now empty one as if inviting you to sit with him. You do. “Saw you getting chummy with Steve earlier. Didn’t know you had it in you, gorgeous. Bucky and Steve?”

You freeze, eyes widening as you sputter. “What? Bucky and I are just friends and Steve… Steve… is just a friend too.”

He chuckles. “So not gaga over Buckaroo, but definitely deep in the feels for golden boy. Got it.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Sure it isn’t.” He grins, but there’s no malice in his teasing and for some strange reason, you don’t mind it.

The music is muffled, even with the loud volume it’s set on. But you can make out Ariana Grande’s voice as she sings thank u, next.

“So, were you rejected by golden boy? Is that why you’re out here?”

“Rejected would imply I had a chance.”

“Why wouldn’t you have a chance?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“Sharon.”

“Ah, the ex girlfriend.” He tilts his head back against the headrest. “Is she back? I heard she was back. But you know how rumors are.” Is he alluding to himself?

You watch him and he all does is lift his lips into a smirk that has you shaking your head. Best not to dwell on it. Turning away from him to pull out your phone, you notice you have messages from Bucky and Pietro, but you don’t read either of them, instead going into the Uber app to get a ride home. “Guess so.”

He leans closer to you, peeking at your screen for a second before pulling back. “Ordering yourself a ride?”

You nod, watching as the screen changes when you confirm the addresses and the arrival time and map show up. In a couple of mins you’ll be on your way home. Thank god. “Yeah. I’m just—I’m just really tired.”

“Mind if I come with you?” he jokes, lopsided grin in his face.

You put your phone away once your ride is confirmed and find him no longer staring at you, but instead watching the empty streets, the occasional night drifter passing by. “For someone who likes throwing parties, you don’t seem to like being in yours.”

He chuckles. “Would you believe me if I told you I get tired?”

“Why throw them?”

He shrugs, but doesn’t answer and again, you don’t push him to either. You barely know him, and you have a feeling he’s told you more than he’s told anyone else in one seating.

“Okay,” you murmur and his eyes flicker in your direction before nodding and returning his gaze to the streets.

The two of you remain that way until your uber comes to pick you up. He walks you to the car door and opens the door for you, wishing you a goodnight and waiting until you’re far enough to head back inside.

Tony is an enigma, isn’t he? Everyone thinks they have him figured out, but you’re not so sure Tony even knows who he is himself.

Does Bucky?

You’re about ready to drop dead on your feet as you push open the front door and flick on the light to your apartment, your phone in hand as you mindlessly reading Pietro’s “where’d you go?” text. Honestly, you have half a mind to drop yourself on the sofa instead of your bed, even if your bedroom is only a few steps away from the sofa.

Just as you’re about to close the door behind you and are about to click on your text message thread with Bucky, the creaking of wooden flooring meets your ears and your eyes whip up, finding an unfamiliar woman standing next to your dining table with a hesitant smile and wide, green eyes.

“Who the fuck are you?”

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christmas tree farm.

Summary: Nothing has been going to plan with your Christmas preparations. Nothing except the fact you find the perfect tree in under a minute. The catch? Your former flame from high-school has claimed the same tree and it doesn’t look like a compromise is coming your way anytime soon.

Pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

Warning(s): Cursing

Inspired by this prompt

A/N: This is my first time posting my writing, I just thought this was a cute little drabble. Enjoy!

Word count: 865

*This is a non-superhero au!*

You usually loved Christmas time. Living in New York, every year was automatically magical no matter what. This year? Nothing had been going to plan. Your preparations had been put on hold until your boyfriend was to come into town so you could do everything together. But that was a short lived plan once you received a text message the day prior to his arrival that your relationship was over. With your roommate out of town and no available last-minute flights to visit your family, you were alone.

Approaching the Christmas tree lot located in Coney Island, you shifted your car into park and stepped into the blissful wonderland that was Christmas in New York. There were no holly-jolly feelings within you, though. Frankly, you were just in search of a Charlie Brown tree to satisfy your feelings of angst. Entering the lot, your attention was immediately captured by the most beautiful tree you had ever seen. Seriously, this tree would fit perfectly in the corner of your apartment next to your television. It was bushy and proportional, there was nothing wrong with this tree. It was perfect. Christmas would be saved by this tree. Your feet moved quickly as you rushed towards it. A smile finally found its way across your lips as you placed your gloved hands on it.

“ ‘Cuse me, ma’am. But this is my tree.” A voice with a hint of familiarity spoke from behind the tree as he stepped around.

“Your tree?” Your eyes narrowed into a withering glare as you looked up at the man.

“Y/N?” His eyes grew slightly wide as your eyes locked.

“Bucky Barnes?” Your expression matched his as you stood in silence for a moment before you laughed softly. Just your luck. “Wow, what has it been?”

“Ten years?” Bucky laughed softly as well, the hand not holding onto your tree scratching behind his neck.

“So… Um, this is kind of my tree. It’s going to save Christmas.” You cleared your throat, wanting to avoid the small talk which Bucky gladly went along with.

“You see, I can’t let you take it because I kind of already called dibs.” Bucky smirked slightly.

You sighed at this, your eyes rolling as you propped your hand on your hip. You refused to give up this tree. Especially to Bucky fucking Barnes who ripped your heart from you chest in the twelfth grade and shattered it. Absolutely not.

“Dibs? What are you, ten?” You scoffed slightly. “Come on, you kind of owe me.”

“I owe you?” Bucky arched a brow and matched your body language of propping his hand on his hip. “I think your memory is getting hazy with age, doll. You broke up with me.”

“What?” You were in shock at this. “You broke up with me! Look, I am not having this argument with you in the middle of a fucking Christmas tree lot ten fucking years after the fact. Come on, James.”

Bucky smiled at you and if you didn’t know any better, you thought he was enjoying this. Sighing hard, you took the opportunity to take a good look at the man. He had the same dreamy blue eyes, just a little wrinkled around the edges. A beard was beginning to come in and his once long hair was now cropped beneath his beanie. The most noticeable difference was the prominent muscles you could see despite his winter jacket. Bucky fucking Barnes. Your first love, your first kiss, first time, first heartbreak… Your first everything. The event unwrapping before you was also the first time you were saying no to him.

“So, tell me…” Here we go, you thought. “Why will this tree save Christmas?”

“Because this tree is perfect,” You replied, sighing once more. “Nothing has been going right and… Look, I don’t need to justify myself. Can you please just let me have the tree?”

Bucky stayed silent for a moment, pretending to think. You were growing more annoyed as the seconds passed. Finally, he smiled.

“No.”

“No?”

“Nope.”

Exhaling deeply, you took a step towards him without letting go of the tree.

“Bucky,” You started.

“Y/N,” He replied, tilting his head slightly.

“What is it going to take to get you to let go of this goddamn tree?” You asked with a sigh.

“A date.” You were not expecting that.

“A… What?” Definitely not the first time you were left speechless by Bucky Barnes.

“A date,” He shrugged. “One date, and the tree is yours.”

“This is not happening,” You laughed softly, shaking your head as you looked at the ground before looking back up at the man who was merely smiling and watching you with amusement.

“And if I say no?” You cocked a brow.

“Then Christmas is doomed,” He shrugged once more. “Come on, Y/N, for old time’s sake?”

You thought about it, you really did. A date with Bucky Barnes. Your highschool sweetheart, your first love. It was humorous, really. After all of these years, your first Christmas alone… Running into him, of all people. It took you under a minute to find your perfect Christmas tree and only a few seconds to say yes to a date with Bucky fucking Barnes.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #non superhero au #sebastian stan

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icantreadactualbooksanymore · 3 years

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here’s my big list

poe dameron

flight status handbook - ao3 link - ongoing series/oneshot collection - enemies to lovers

joel miller

strawberry wine - ongoing series - pre and post outbreak

stay in bed - ongoing series - slow burn love triangle - currently pre outbreak

feral - ongoing series/oneshot collection - feral!reader - post outbreak

bucky barnes

wkemeup - all of these are amazing

little lion man - personal fave of the above - reader goes back in time and meets 40s!bucky

staticverse - several completed and ongoing series - tfatws!bucky - lots of content

swallow - completed series - biker!bucky - highschool sweethearts

time after time - ongoing series - time loop

11 hours - ongoing series - biker!bucky

the safest way to go - completed series - college au - on and off relationship

heart to a gunfight - completed series - modern au - fake dating at a wedding

out of time - ongoing series - bucky x rogers!reader / tony x rogers!reader

steve rogers

(she moves with) shameless wonder - ongoing series - greek godess!reader

just right - completed series - two steves from different universes

renaissance - completed series - pararescue!reader

chris evans

on deck - completed series - mlb!chris

invisible string - ongoing series - actress!reader

jess mariano

do you see her face? - completed series - coworkers who are mean to each other to lovers

last updated 30.03.23

none of these are my work, all credit to the writers, they’re all very talented and i appreciate them greatly

#masterlist #bucky barnes fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #poe dameron fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #jess mariano fanfiction #fic recs

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buckitybarnes · 4 years

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Falling Like the Stars [Oneshot] Bucky x Reader

Summary: When a mission goes wrong, Bucky realizes it may be too late to confess.

Warnings/Themes: Angst, fluff, humor, profanity, blood/mild gore.

Author’s Note: Wowee it’s been a while yeah? You can thank @the--sad--hatter for this one. She inspired me to write again an this has been in my drafts for a while. I’ll be going back in and fixing grammar/spelling mistakes but here you go!

Oneshot Playlist:

Falling Like the Stars - James Arthur

In Your Arms - Illenium

Blu - Jon Bellion

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They moved in the dead of night when even the stars began to sleep and the moon was blanketed in fluffy white clouds.

It was a stealth mission, one where you should be quiet and sneaky and yet...you were laughing like a child.

Bouncing from rooftop to rooftop with the aid of grappling hooks, you and Bucky are practically racing to the target location.

“You’re telling me that Steve I-Don’t-Know-What-A-Parachute-Is Rogers jumped off a glass elevator from three stories high?” you ask your partner snarkily. “That’s hard to believe.”

Bucky rolls his eyes in annoyance but he couldn’t fight the smile forming on his lips. “You told me to tell you a story. I’m telling it.”

“Think of better stories, Buck, because this is boring. I live on the edge of danger --” Just as you speak, your ankle twists in a weird way when you land onto a building and you slip. Before Bucky can even turn and rush to your aid, you grab onto the ledge and haul yourself up with an “oof.” Your foot is okay for now, but you’re sure you’ll feel it in the morning.

When Bucky realizes you’re fine, he pushes out an irritated breath. “Can you be more careful? I can’t babysit you tonight.”

“I don’t need a babysitter anyway, asshole. I’m fine!” You fix the collar of your stealth suit and glare at him. “I’m capable of doing my job.”

“Yeah? Well, you almost faceplanting and smashing your teeth against asphalt isn’t really convincing me.”

And that’s how all of your arguments begin. Friendly banter, sometimes turning into intense bickering, reminding the compound of Sam and Bucky’s friendship. The difference is, those two got along on occasion, there was always a bigger tension between you two. Something not spoken about, but clearly there.

“I don’t need to convince you of anything. As long as I get the job done, it doesn’t matter, now does it?”

Turning the corner to the target building, Bucky uses his metal hand to grab onto the line of your hook. He yanks you forward, and before you could scream bloody murder, he clasps his human hand over your mouth.

“I don’t think you get it, Sweetheart. Steve put me in charge, and if anything happens to you, that’s on me.” And if you got hurt....well, Bucky’s not sure how he would feel.

You blow on his hand, encouraging him to remove it. Once he does you speak lower, more serious. “You’re not responsible for my life. If I get hurt, that’s on me. If I get the job done,” you repeat, “that’s all that matters.”

Bucky watches as you drop down the side, bitterness clearly washing over you. You were so used to working alone, and then the Avengers came along. Still, they respected your boundaries and even went so far as to put you on solo missions for the most part. But Bucky, Bucky was insistent on being a thorn in your side. He pushed your boundaries, came a little too close at times.

And for some goddamn reason, you allowed him to.

Maybe you were always pushing him away and fighting him because in all reality, you were scared. He was coming in too close, and you’re not used to that.

The suit around his body felt a little too tight and the sleeve every now and then got caught in one of his metal plates. He looks down at his left hand, admiring Shuri’s impressive work that masked his robotic appendage.

“You ready?”

He turns from messing with his tie and freezes in place. If he said you weren’t stunning tonight, he’d be lying. Your dress wasn’t cheap, nor was it gaudy and overdramatic. It was just perfect for you. For a moment, he’s afraid he’s forgotten how to breathe.

You raise an eyebrow in oblivious confusion. “Something wrong?”

“No, no, nothing’s - Everything’s fine,” he blurts out.

Once realization dawns on you, a smirk tugs at your lips and he internally groans for being so obvious.

“Like what you see, Sarge?” You turn from him, giving him full view of your outfit tonight.

“Oh shut up, let’s go,” he mutters, ushering you out. Hopefully, that feeling of butterflies in his stomach goes away.

The target was in plain sight -- Some salacious woman with extreme wealth was chatting up guests and completely ignoring her husband.

“So we’re just supposed to stand around here and wait for her to do something dumb?” you question, twirling a glass of red wine in your hand.

Bucky elbows your side to gesture for you to speak lower. He has his back turned to the target, but his eyes are focused on her reflection in the mirror. “That’s what a stealthy intel mission entails.” He notices the frown on your face and the absolute nervousness due to being around so many people. He felt that once, but now, he’s learned to manage it. “What exactly were you expecting?”

“Anything more exciting than this,” you grumble.

Suddenly, a lightbulb turns on in his head and he gingerly grabs your hand and uses his other arm to wrap around your waist. It was probably a once-in-a-lifetime sort of thing. He had a reason to do this, and while not exactly necessary, he wouldn’t miss this chance.

“What are you -”

He pulls you onto the dance floor and you have to contain a yelp of surprise. “Making things exciting,” he says nonchalantly. With his eyes still glancing toward the rich couple every now and then, he sways with you back and forth. “Nothing more exciting than dancing with a nice handsome man, huh?”

“Who?”

He dips you, and you grab hold of his suit in a panic. Laughing nervously, you try to pull yourself together. “Let go of me before I slip and die in front of all these people.”

“I’ve got you, relax,” he assures. “No one’s lookin’. Even if they are, it’s probably because you look gorgeous tonight. And if that’s not why...fuck ‘em.” Really, he was only dipping you so he could get a better look at the couple since you were standing in the way of his view, but once he guides you back up, his heart nearly skips a beat.

You’re looking at him with something unfamiliar in your eyes, an emotion he swears he’s seen flash on rare occasions across your features but shakes it off as hallucinations every time. A look of admiration and bewilderment. It really doesn’t help when the lights from the chandelier sparkle against your eyes, making it look like you’ve got the whole world contained within them. And quite honestly, his world really did start revolving around you once you came into his life.

He clears his throat, breaking eye contact. For once in a long time, he feels rather sheepish, like a boy with a highschool crush. He swears one day his little secret will kill him if he doesn’t tell you sooner.

“Sweetheart, I --”

When he looks back up, pure dread replaces your features. You’re wringing your hands, itching to reach for the pistol hidden in a thigh holster.

“They’re gone, Buck.”

He turns to the spot he’d been observing and curses underneath his breath. The couple had surely ditched the scene, and since this party had just begun, it was highly suspicious. He doesn’t need to say a word, you both move in tandem through the crowd.

As soon as you both bust through the back doors, the chilly air bites at your skin. No matter, you’ll probably be warm from running in a second.

“Shit! I’m so sorry, I got distracted. This is my fault,” Bucky shouts, running through the cold streets. His nice dress shoes slide against the snow-covered ground as he propels himself forward.

You, on the other hand, run barefoot since heels would surely kill you before the cold did. You follow him into the quinjet hidden behind invisible panels. Even from far away, you can hear the couple’s jet roar to life. “Stop worrying, Barnes, we’ve gotta get to them!”

“Where’re they headed?” Bucky asks, tearing off his suit and throwing on a thicker combat jacket.

“Sam sent the coordinates to our second guess. On Mount-fuckin-Everest.”

“You’re joking.” He turns to you, toeing off his dress shoes and throwing on his boots. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

You’ve already dressed into your own combat gear, strapping in the last of your weapons. You tap your comms, gesturing for Bucky to put his on, and when he does, Sam’s voice crackles in on the other end. “Oh, you wish this was a joke, Barnes. Get your ass into gear, you both let them get away once, let’s not do that again.”

Bucky huffs in annoyance, grabbing hold of the jet controls and setting it on autopilot towards your destination. “Yeah, well, whatever. I’m sorry, okay?”

“Were you too distracted?”

You look at Bucky curiously after Sam’s question. What could the man possibly be distracted by? He was usually a hawk when it came to missions. You watch curiously as he turns to you and simply shakes his head.

“What’s he even talking about?”

“Nothing! It’s Sam. It’s absolutely nothing.”

You glare up at him, not believing him one bit. He keeps his back turned to you, hiding his anxious expression from your prying eyes.

“Well, then you owe me when we get back. I don’t know what I want, but you owe me. You sabotaged the mission after all.” For a moment, he flinches at your words, but his shoulders relax when your tone comes out amused and simply curious.

“Yeah, okay, I owe ya one.”

"How can you be so calm?" Bucky asks grumpily, trailing behind you with his rifle held up. He has a flashlight attached to it since it'd be absolutely pitch-black otherwise. The only other light source came from the stars and your own headlight, both still not covering enough to see your complete surroundings.

You're practically skipping, happy that you're out of those painful heels and honestly, feeling a little bit lighter after that dance. "Listen, if we stay hung up about past mistakes, we're slowed down in life. I just keep moving."

Bucky's silence causes you to turn, raising an eyebrow at his beaten-down look. "You really need to stop doing that, you know that right?"

"Doing what?"

"Holding onto those little troubles. You made a mistake, but so did I. I should've been just as careful. This isn't all on you."

"But it is! I was… I never felt like that before and I let it go to my head I --"

“Jesus Christ, Buck. I will NOT let you beat yourself over this. Shit happens. We deal with it.”

“Something could’ve happened tonight, Doll. Things could’ve gotten worse at that party. Hydra’s ruthless. They kill anything and everything,” he snaps. He feels the tech over his left hand crush underneath the fist he’s making. Afraid of completely losing it, he kicks the snow instead, sending a flurry sideways off the mountain. “Something could’ve happened to you,” he chokes, “Because I got distracted.”

You frown, words caught in your throat. “Bucky.” Taking steps closer to him, you hold his steady gaze. “Listen to me. I’m fine --”

For the second time tonight, your eyes widen in sheer panic. You break the staring contest between you two and you now focus on something over his shoulder. A red beam in the dark, past the shrubs. It slowly shifted from being directly in your gaze to Bucky's back.

He opens his mouth to ask you what was wrong but you dive into him, knocking his unexpected body onto the ground and out of range.

A gunshot rings in the air, and Bucky doesn’t know what he hears first: the rifle itself, or your scream.

You've never felt this before: the sensation of hellfire and bitter frost all at once. It's hard to breathe, hard to think right with the stupid pounding of your heart in your ears. It's hard to remain calm when Bucky's rushing towards you in utter fear.

Before your head hits the ground, he pulls you forward, cushioning your head over his arm. "Shit -- Oh, fuck! C'mon, tell me you're okay," he pleads, eyes searching your form. For once, he's clueless on what to do, all emergency protocols are thrown out the door.

Your eyes search his face, then beyond him, only to find the sniper dead a few feet away. When did that even happen? How far gone were you?

"Why the hell did you do that?!" He's not angry, but he's shocked and scared. Tapping helplessly against his comms, he shouts for Steve and Sam to head over with the medical team ASAP, and they spring into action, guiding him through the process of how to stop the bleeding, as if this was his first day on the job. When he presses cloth against your abdomen, you hiss, and he flinches. "That was so dumb of you. I could've taken it. I could have --"

"You know for once in your life maybe you can thank me," you mumble, already sapped of energy. Every word that comes out of your mouth hurts. "Could've been a super-soldier-killing bullet…"

"Which is why you should've let them shoot me," he growls, pulling your body closer so that your head rests on his lap.

You laugh bittersweetly, keeping a hand over his own and pressing your own chest. "Team needs you more than me anyway. The world does."

"I need you!"

How could you say such a thing? How could you trade your life so easily for his? His breathing becomes more quick-paced and shallow.

"I think we lost 'em," you mumble, ignoring his earlier statement. Against the starry night sky, you can see a flash of yellow lights and the silhouette of a military jet.

"I don't give a damn. I'll find 'em. I'll kill them all," he says. He's silently begging for Sam and Steve to arrive soon. However, even with aircraft faster than most, Everest wasn't exactly a stone's throw from New York.

This was supposed to be a stealth mission, not a direct engagement.

"Don't." Despite the injury, you're stern in your words. "Don't let them turn you back into what you've worked so hard to get away from." He looks away and you use your free hand to guide his face back. He hadn't noticed he was starting to cry until you've swiped your thumb over his cheek. "Promise me."

"I can't --"

"Bucky. Promise me."

He sucks in a sharp breath. Your eyes were beginning to gloss over. The burning sensation slowly died down until your system was completely numb.

“You owe me one, after all,” you whisper brokenly. Despite his insistence, despite your wishful thinking, despite everything, you were slipping away. And when your eyes finally close, Bucky’s heart shatters.

He wants to scream. He wants to beg and barter with God. He wants nothing more than to bring you home, curl you up in blankets, and see you safe and sound and very much awake.

“2 minutes ‘til touchdown,” Steve’s voice crackles in his ear.

“It’s too late,” Bucky murmurs, fingers shakily holding you close.

Silence haunts the other end of the line and Bucky knows it’s finally sinking in. His shoulders slump in defeat, his eyes glossy with tears.

“I’ve been hurt all my fuckin life,” Bucky speaks -- To you? To Steve? To himself? It doesn’t matter. He talks despite his comms still being attached. “I’ve had everything taken away. Over and over again.” He looks up at the night sky, the stars twinkle and taunt him.

“Can I just be selfish for once?”

Ripped away.

You were being ripped away from Bucky’s arms, your soul waving goodbye to Earth, and all Bucky wanted to do was have one last chance.

You’d open your eyes again, laughing and telling him this was all an elaborate prank. He’d be so relieved that he’d save the anger for later and celebrate now. He’d crush you in a hug and when you both got home, he’d never let go. Funny how in the worst of times, Bucky Barnes discovered that he was in love.

“Bucky?” Steve calls out, but Bucky cannot comprehend it.

Is this what dissociating felt like? He hasn’t felt it in so long. It feels hollow, like there's nothing left.

You were dying, and with you, his confession was dying with.

A shift in weight tugs him back to reality. Air knocks back into his lungs. He grasps for something, anything that might ground him. When he thought he grabbed ahold of you again, he was grasping Steve’s forearm tightly.

“Buck, we need to go. I’ve got her, just let me carry her back to the --”

“No!” Bucky snaps, eyes hardening. He will not let you go. He’s not ready.

Steve winces at his tone, and for a moment, Bucky resembled an animal protecting its young. He was scared, Steve knows. He sighs in resignation, calling in for backup from Sam and Nat, who had been sitting on the quinjet patiently.

Bucky finally lets up and allows Steve to carry your body to the jet. However, he remains motionless, eyes focused on where your body had been, and now a pool of blood resided.

It was not until two sets of hands grabbed hold of him on either shoulder that he registered what was happening. He shrugs his comrades off and hauls himself onto his feet. At first, he stumbles, but Sam is quick to hold him up. Natasha on the other side was gingerly running her hands up and down his back in a pathetic attempt to calm him down. Her head is lowered, however, so that neither of them could see the grave look in her eyes.

The blood... it was a lot. She’s not sure how much longer the team had to keep you going...if it was even possible at this point.

She walks with Sam and Bucky, gaze still lingering back on your trail of blood in the snow.

1 month has passed and Bucky sits at his desk, his feet propped up on the table while he leans back in his chair. In his hands is a photo of you. The sun is beginning to set, and for the first time in months, Bucky’s not out for his routinely nighttime jog.

His heart aches again, his head feeling heavy. He couldn’t exercise if he wanted to. He’d feel sick to his stomach.

“I love you,” he whispers, metal thumb brushing over your pictured shoulder. He never really did get to tell you.

Sitting on the desk itself is a folder opened to a case report.

CLOSED: SUSPECTED HYDRA AFFILIATES APPREHENDED AFTER 74 HOURS TARGETED TIME. AVENGERS AND BACKUP UNITS CALLED FORTH IN ATTEMPT TO FIND RUNAWAYS. MISSION SUCCESS.

He chews on his bottom lip, closing the folder. Leaning back into his chair and staring up at the ceiling, relief washes over him. “I hope they pay for what they did to you.”

“You talkin’ to yourself again?”

He nearly jumps out of his seat, shoving the picture into his pocket as he stands. He’s embarrassed, that much can be said from the reddening of his cheeks.

“What are you doing out of bed?” he asks incredulously.

Before him, you stand a little shorter than normal, your weight leaning against a crutch. “It takes about ten-ish days to heal from a gunshot wound. Probably faster using the cradle. I’m tired of sitting around. I’m fine.”

He groans in slight aggravation. “You’re still stubborn as hell I see.”

“The stubbornnest.” You try taking a step forward but being bedridden for a few weeks has made your legs wobbly as hell. You feel yourself falling before you can even register it, but two strong arms are quick to catch your weight, careful not to put pressure on your abdomen. Shaking it off as if nothing had happened, you look up at him, giving him a wolfish grin. “Let’s go grab a bite.”

“Let’s not” he grumbles. He opens his mouth to tell you to get back to your room but quickly shuts it when seeing your expression. You’ve learned from the best. You’ve certainly mastered Steve Roger’s Kicked Puppy Expression™ .

“F-fine,” he chokes out, damning you and damning his best friend for using his kryptonite against him.

By special request, you were seated outside of the restaurant on the patio. Fairy-lights adorn the deck and it was just you and him out there.

There’s a comfortable silence, both of you just happy to have each other’s company. He’s eating ravioli and you’re eating ‘Some-Spicy-Italian-Thingy,’ or so you’ve called it.

He takes a moment to process it, process that by some goddamn miracle, you were alive. His knife pauses its cutting into his pasta and he slowly looks up, afraid that this was all a long dream and that you’ll be gone when he least expects it.

But you’re there, muttering curses about not being able to sit up straight without your chest hurting. The stars litter the sky and he can see some reflecting off of your eyes. The dim moonlight against your skin makes you glow, and it causes a breath to catch in his throat.

Suddenly, he’s back on Everest, watching you bleed out beneath him -- beneath the stars. His eyes widen at the vision before him, the food slowly beginning to rise from his stomach.

But once you look up, curious to know why he’s suddenly stopped eating, he’s grounded again. You’ve reached across the table, and take hold of his metal hand. He sets his knife down and entwine his fingers with yours.

“You alright, Buck?” you ask hesitantly.

“Yes,” Bucky forces, laughing tearfully. He’s sure he looks like an absolute mess right now, nose running and eyes refusing to stop crying.

You smile patiently, squeezing his hand in yours.

“Can I tell you something?” you mumble.

“Go for it.” He uses his free hand to wipe the tears from his face.

With the moon and the stars swimming in your beautiful eyes, you radiate nothing but warmth.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Bucky feels a lump in his throat as he tries not to cry for the third time today. He notices the sheepishness in your expression and before you could pull away, he coaxes you closer over the table. With his metal hand resting on the back of your head, he presses his lips against yours firmly.

You ignore the pain from your chest for once and hum in content. When he pulls away, you see nothing but solace in his eyes.

“I think I’m in love with you too,” he murmurs.

And to him, not even the shine of a thousand stars could be as bright as the smile he pulls from you.

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justkending · 2 years

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Moral of the Story. Chapter 21.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N

Word Count: 1900+

A/N:

Chapter Twenty-One:

It’s been 2 months since she had been back in California. The amount of phone calls and facetimes had tripled since the last time around. The well spent time in Brooklyn made it harder for her to continue on with her normal life.

With no bad relationships there any longer, the want to come back was stronger and more augmented than ever.

“What’s been going on with you lately?” Donna came in.

Donna was one of her co-founders. Someone she met in college and had helped grow this entire company with. She was also the cash mule when it came to building it. Without Donna’s family riches, they would have been about 100 steps behind where they started.

So to give the bullet points, Y/N was in charge of making the meetings and working with the clients to figure out their wants and needs and how they could better be efficient, but Donna was in charge of finances and final say on where their business went.

There were a few other people who were in the higher ups, but Y/N and Donna were the main head honchos.

“Going on with me?” Y/N shrugged, mindlessly clicking things on her computer while she slouched with her chin in her hand.

“Don’t act like it isn’t obvious,” Donna chuckled before sitting down in the seat in front of her desk. “You’re usually all business at work and I have to drag you away. Lately, you’ve been leaving at a reasonable time and seem to be making some boundaries.”

“Would you rather I didn’t?” Y/N countered, finally looking up with a smirk on her lips.

“You know what I mean,” Donna rolled her eyes playfully. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N let out a big sigh. “I guess I’m just homesick after hanging out with old friends and my family after so long.”

“Went there for divorce papers and came back depressed after signing them. Explain how that works…” Her co worker stood and sat on the top of her desk. A casual conversation making its way into the atmosphere.

“It’s not even about the divorce papers,” Y/N’s cheeks flushed as she tried to avoid eye contact. “I just miss seeing my family as often.”

“Don’t believe the first half of that, but continue,” the dark haired woman nodded.

“There’s nothing more to say. I just miss being closer to my family. But we both know, we’re too young of a company to-”

“About that. I was actually coming in here to talk to you about a possible new business idea,” she cut her off.

“Ok, back to work I see,” Y/N chuckled, slightly lost at the immediate redirection from personal life to biz.

“Sorry, no,” Donna waved off. “It has to do with you and your family as well.”

“My family and the company go hand in hand?”

“Just shut up for a second and let me explain,” she hopped off her desk and moved around to the other side of the desk, leaning on Y/N’s side as she fell back in her chair ready for her proposal.

Y/N gave her the hand motion that showed her to continue.

“You know those business cards you handed out in the farmer’s market back in Brooklyn?”

“Yeah…”

“Well a few of the businesses got a hold of us and wanted to set up some consultations.”

“Oh, really? That’s great!”

“I know! But it’s a little more than just a consultation,” Donna explained, shrugging her shoulders as she crossed her arms. “It’s going to take more than a zoom call and what not. I want to see how their business runs and what resources they’re using everyday to get an idea of where they need help.”

“I can get that information,” Y/N turned to her computer, getting ready to send an email.

“No, no. You’re not getting it,” Donna shut her laptop and looked at her. “I think Brooklyn could be a great place to branch out into other communities.”

“Elaborate…” Y/N crossed her arms now and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“I know you think this company is young, and yes. Seven years isn’t a whole lot, but we also didn’t necessarily start from nothing.” Donna turned her body to her as she gestured with her hands while she talked. “You’ve said it yourself, with the help of my parents' donations to this brain child of ours, we are 100 steps further ahead than most usually are on something so ambitious.”

“I guess that’s not wrong.”

“I think it’s time we broaden our horizons.”

“All the way across the US? I mean, not that I’m against it, but wouldn’t a neighboring state be smarter and make more sense?” Y/N asked hesitantly.

“Brooklyn is a very well known city in a state that has very high pollution. I think we hit more of the places like that and we make a much bigger difference.”

“Well, yes, but-?”

“Y/N. Before you say anything, I’m trying to get you back home to your family and your challenging everything I’m saying.”

“It’s not that I don’t like the idea. Especially since it’ll help with my family distance issue, but this is a really big risk to take, I feel.”

“Starting this company was a big risk, yet here we are. One of the top eco friendly companies and growing,” she smiled at her knowingly.

Y/N thought about it. Since day one they had been taking risk. That’s what got them this far. That and connections. And Y/N had that in Brooklyn. She had connection after connection. And if she didn’t have one, she knew someone who did.

It would be a risk, yes, but it would also be monumental if they pulled this off. A city with as much pollution and trash as the New York area could always use a helpful hand in learning how to be more environmentally efficient and friendly.

“How long would you want me there?” Y/N asked.

“Well, I would say a few months to meet some of the clients and get a feel for their community and teams. More than one reached out so it’s not going to take just a little bit of time.” Donna stood up and walked to the window. “Would 3 months work for you?”

Three months back with her family and back to reconnect with her friends. It sounded like a dream. But then there was always the leaving part that she knew would come back to bite her.

“I can stay with my parents,” she agreed with a smile.

“Are you sure? We have enough we could hook you up with a rental or an airbnb for the time.”

“No need. If I do end up stir crazy, which I doubt will be the case, I’ll call and make arrangements. I’d rather save money where I can,” Y/N waved off.

“Alright, so we have a deal?” Donna beamed clapping her hands together.

“I think we struck a deal,” Y/N laughed.

“Great! I’ll get started on the paperwork and get Melody to have a list of clients that you can get in contact with,” her coworker smiled, walking toward the door.

“What about my job here? Who will cover the clients we already have?” Y/N stopped her.

“We will reassign them for the time being. Plus, most of your companies you work with are settled and may just reach out for updates and what not. If we really need your expertise on it, I’ll reach out. But Y/N,” she paused. “You’re a master when it comes to customer relations. I doubt you’ll have to worry about much going on here.”

“Thanks Donna,” Y/N smiled. “For everything.”

“I got you sis. We were friends before we were business partners. I just want to see you happy,” Donna winked before catching the door handle and making her exit. “I’ll email you everything to sign, and I’ll have my assistant work on the flights.”

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“That’s amazing Y/N!” Nat exclaimed as Y/N packed her second suitcase. “Oh, I want to head back home for a while. Maybe I can come crash with you guys for a week or so.”

“You know my family wouldn’t say no to that. And Steve, Wanda, Bucky, and Vision would all be happy about it too.”

“Three months… That’s quite a bit of time. How do you feel about leaving after that much time though?”

“Well… That was the other thing I wanted to talk to you about.”

“I’m listening,” Nat rested her temple on her knuckles as she leaned on the back of the chair in Y/N’s room, watching her stuff her toiletries in a bag.

“If all goes well, the trip might go longer. Could be multiple months but it all depends on the connections I make.”

“How many companies are you working with now?”

“Well about four people from the farmers market reached out, and they also said their business friends would be interested in having a meeting with me to discuss possible changes.”

“That’s wonderful!”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to get my hopes up too much. Right now I need to worry about the first three months and see how that goes,” Y/N shrugged, folding a jacket and tucking it in.

“You’re going to blow them away. I’ve yet to meet a person you haven’t been able to convince to be more earth conscious.”

“It’s more than just that. Their company has to be able to financially make the changes. Unfortunately it’s costly to be more eco friendly. But hopefully I can show them it’s worth it in the end.”

“True. But enough work-talk… Are you going to hang out with anyone while you’re over there?” Nat smirked.

“I told you, we don’t talk much,” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Much. Which is a BIG step from 2 months ago.”

“He sends updates about my nephew and family more than anything.”

“But that’s something!”

“Very little of something,” Y/N chuckled shutting the now packed case and pushing on it to try and zip it.

While she struggled, Nat carried on her snooping.

“But you are going to hang out, hm? I mean after the whole cliche romance airport scene, you can’t NOT.”

“I’m sure we’re going to hang out. Yes,” she said annoyed, but also with a sense of a flutter in her chest. “But so are Steve, Sam, Wanda and Vision. We’re all friends.” She threw her suitcase to the ground and sat on it in an attempt to smush it down in space.

“But-”

“The only butt I need is yous on this suitcase to help me close it. Now get down here!” Y/N cut her off, and Nat rolled her eyes before smiling and helping.

“Mark my words, Y/L/N. I may not get anything out of you now, but the next three months are going to be hell for you and my phone calls.”

“I’m sure they are. Now zip it.”

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savemefromanepicoftimewasted · 5 years

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Happily Ever After

Bucky Barnes X Reader Steve Rogers X OFC Sam Wilson X OFC

The house was crowded, that was something we could all definitely agree on, from our kids being home, taking their kids as well, to Bucky with Y/N, and their children. a/n:this is the final fic in my Steve and Cap series, and I’m so sad to see it end.

12 Years Later

They weren’t the same kids that had cried when they skinned their knees, or asked for ice cream during movie night. No, they were all adults now, taking care of their own little children. They had lives of their own, saving the world in ways of their own while I sat on the sidelines happily cheering them on.

“Babe, you knew they were going to grow up eventually.” Krista tugged my arm gently, pulling me into the living room where everyone else was.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t get sentimental over it.” I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her flush to my side.

“I know hun, let’s go make sure the kids haven’t torn the house down.” She smiled softly, resting her head against my shoulder as we headed down to the living room.

The house was crowded, that was something we could all definitely agree on, from our kids being home, taking their kids as well, to Bucky with Y/N, and their children.

“You’re having a baby.” Bucky’s jaw dropped open, shock washing over him like a tidal wave.

“Dad, we told you guys about this at thanksgiving, that we were trying.” Becca placed a hand against her still flat stomach, Aj standing proudly beside her.

“I’m gonna be a grandpa again.” Tears welled up in his eyes.

Becca reached over, pulling him into a tight hug as he cried happily. Y/N stepped around to Aj, pulling him into a tight hug. Jesus, that meant we were going to have another grandchild in the family, not including the two children Rosie had.

“We’re never gonna have a quiet house again.” Krista giggled, tightening her hold on my arm.

Rosie and Sammy were standing together, talking to their own set of twins that were just under two years old. It felt crazy, to watch the kids I’d watch grow up over the years slowly come together to make their own family.

“Rogers, we’re getting too old.” Bucky stood up, heading over to where Krista and I were.

“You’re telling me, that’s the third grandkid of the family. Haley just started dating someone, so we don’t have to worry about her having any, if she wants to, any time soon.” It’d made me nervous when the kids were all teenagers, how close they’d gotten.

It wasn’t as if we’d kept them locked together when they were young, they’d had other friends, it just seemed fate had other ideas. They were considered highschool sweethearts, inseparable. Rosie had been the first to break the news, that her and Sammy were dating when they were eighteen. Krista was happy for her, supportive in her decision to make her own choices, and Y/N was happy to see them together.

“Is she coming by later?” I nodded to Bucky.

Haley had gone to California for college, so it wasn’t as easy to see her anymore, and not be a helicopter parent constantly. She called Krista almost daily, telling her about little things here and there, her first heartbreak. I’d made a promise not to go after anyone who hurt her, emotionally at least. If anyone ever laid a finger on any of my children they would know what pain truly felt like.

“Maybe Becca will finally get a boy, Sammy’s said the girls get into so much trouble.” I raised a brow over at Bucky.

“As if a boy’s gonna be any easier? You know as well as I do that boys can be just as bad as girls when they’re young.” Y/N gave him a look from across the room, as if convincing him to argue.

While both Aj, and Sammy weren’t terrible when they were kids, they still put up one helluva fight when they hit their teenage years. It was hard enough raising three teens at once, but when you have two girls, and a boy, well it got tough. From first relationships, to their first awkward kisses.

“God, I remember walking in on Aj and Becca, I don’t think I’ve ever heard her scream that loud before.” I couldn’t contain the laugh that slipped through.

He’d accidentally walked in on them kissing, thinking they were studying like they promised, only to come face to face with his daughter and my son swapping spit. They were both adults though, what else did we expect?

“He wouldn’t look either of us in the eye for a good week, apparently he ended up talking to Peter when he was working and spilled the beans.” I chuckled lowly, glancing over to where Aj, and Becca were sitting together.

They looked happy, it didn’t matter if they were unmarried when she got pregnant with their first child, all that mattered was how they felt together. It almost reminded me of how Krista and I were at first, nervous around one another, until someone made the first move.

The sound of paws hitting the floor caught both Bucky’s, and Krista’s attention as Sarge headed into the living room. From the looks of it, he’d woken up from the nap he’d been taking before everyone arrived.

“Hey bud.” I reached down to pat his head, laughing as he licked up my arm.

It was hard thinking about Cap, and Grant, the memories we’d made with them over the years, how happy he made the kids.

“You’re getting upset again, aren’t you?” Krista pulled me back to the present, gently squeezing my arm. “I just miss him at times, he’s what helped bring us together.” Everyone had loved Cap as if he was their own.

“And now we have his son, even if he’s not here with us right now, he’s still in our memories.” I nodded slowly, glancing over at Sarge who’d made himself comfortable at Rosie’s feet.

He looked exactly like Cap, kind of how Aj looked like me, but definitely had some of his mother in him as well. He’d managed to get our neighbors dog pregnant, and luckily she also owned a labrador as well. So when she brought over a puppy saying that he was going to be ours, I couldn’t say no.

“Why did I ever agree to more dogs again?” It was a joke, there wouldn’t be a day that we didn’t own a dog, or two.

“To be fair, she didn’t really give you any choice to take him.” That was true, but now I wouldn’t trade him for the world.

Sam showed up around three, his wife Anna following close behind.

“Sorry we’re late, Ella couldn’t find her shoes, even though they were exactly where she’d left em.” Sam gave his daughter a look, one that meant business. “Mom was rushing me anyways, now let me hug Uncle Steve before I tell him what happened to you last week.” Anna rolled her eyes, stepping around them both to hug Krista, and Y/N.

I chuckled to myself, wrapping my arms around Ella and pulling her into a tight hug, she definitely had her mother’s attitude. She fit right in with the group that we all called a family, especially with having Sam as her father.

“Tony said he and the family should be by around five, I guess they went to pick up Haley for you.” Sam sipped from the drink in his hand, when the hell had he gotten that anyway?

Goddamnit, that man needed to stay out of my phone for longer than five minutes.

“No wonder she didn’t text me, I’ll have to talk to him when he gets here.” I sighed softly, running a hand over my beard.

Krista had made a comment that the gray that had started to come in made me look sexier, as if having gray hair was that bad. Well, Bucky was more of a test to that than I was, the man started getting grays in his beard for I did.

“I can hear you mentally talking shit Rogers, don’t make me come over there.” I couldn’t stop the laugh that slipped through loudly, sometimes I wouldn’t of been surprised if he truly was a mind reader.

“I’m just talking about your gray, old man.” Bucky pouted, reaching for Y/N who was barely two steps away.

She took one glance at his face before laughing, and plopping down beside him. Those two could read one another like a book, it was kinda sweet, even after all these years. Sarge was walking up to everyone, sniffing at their clothes before offering kisses. Sammy’s twins were ecstatic to see the dog, squealing before running over to be lavished in kisses.

“They’re our own little family, absolutely perfect.” Krista smiled, wrapping an arm around my waist.

Sam, and Anna were standing over with Bucky, and Y/N, talking about the adventures they’d gotten themselves into lately.

“When Y/N had asked me to be in her wedding, she refused to tell me who Bucky’s best man was, I nearly had a heart attack when I ended up seeing you that day.” I raised a brow down at her, this wasn’t something we’d discussed a lot before. “I couldn’t get over how beautiful you looked, and even Cap was curious to see who you were.” She laughed softly, cheeks tinging pink.

“I’d told her that I had a crush on you, had for years, and when I noticed that it was really you, well I was shocked.” So, the woman of my dreams had a crush on me, that didn’t seem so bad.

I wanted to comment on how sweet it was until we were interrupted by Haley swinging open the door and squealing as she ran inside. Tony, Pepper, and their daughter Morgan weren’t too far behind. There was a fifth person, but they weren’t close enough to really figure out exactly who it was.

“Dad! Mom! I missed you guys.” Haley threw her arms around my neck, pulling Krista and I into a tight hug.

“We missed you too sweetheart, now where’s this special someone I’ve heard so much about?” Oh, that was the other person.

Tony had already integrated himself with everyone else, Pepper making light conversation with Becca as Morgan went over to talk with Ella. I’d expected someone that reminded me of Haley’s last boyfriend, a no good idiot who luckily didn’t last longer than a couple of weeks. No, I came face to face with one of her high school best friends, Natalie.

“Hey, long time no see.” I smiled and pulled her into a gentle hug, the realization slowly dawning.

This was who Haley was bringing home for the holidays, and it wasn’t because Natalie’s parents couldn’t have her for the holiday’s.

“It took you long enough to notice.” Krista was looking over at me, Haley giggling by her side.

“It’s been going on for a while, hasn’t it?” I looked over at Haley, huffing when all she did was nod.

Natalie stepped from the embrace, wrapping her free arm around Haley’s waist. They fit together like two peas in a pod, how the hell did I not see that?

“It’s nice to see you again Mr. Rogers, we were gonna try and make it for Thanksgiving but my parents asked if we could visit them.” I shook my head, dismissing the past holiday.

“No worries, and please call me Steve, Mr. Rogers makes me feel old.” The kids had always complained whenever I told their friends to call Krista or I by our names.

Hey, it wasn’t always nice to be reminded how old I’d gotten over the years, and that wasn’t even considering how long I’d spent in the ice as well.

“Rogers, come and socialize with your guests.” Tony raised a brow as I raised one right back at him.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, talking amongst the groups they’d made when they had first arrived, or letting Sarge give them plenty of kisses. I wrapped my arm around Krista’s waist, pulling her further into the living room so that we were with everyone else.

“Man, while I can’t lie and say that I love the holiday’s and that it brings everyone together, it’s also a little sad at the same time.” Bucky stepped over slowly, a glass of cider held loosely in his left hand.

“Yeah, I know Buck. I think the last Christmas we had celebrated back then was when we were in the war, you ended up getting drunk with everyone since I couldn’t.” Bucky and the crew had gotten so drunk they’d spent the night singing loud enough to startle everyone around em.

It was a pleasant thought, one I’d go back to during the holidays I’d spent alone, when I’d gotten Cap things had changed, and Krista followed suit close behind. Of course I had my family now, the kids, grandkids, and the friends we all considered family. It felt different now, a better kind of different.

There were no pressing issues that needed attending, and if there were they’d had new Avengers, people who’d stepped up to take our places. The biggest thing I ever had to worry about was what I’d do for Krista when our anniversary came up. And it was too, so I’d definitely have to give that some thought before the night was over.

The day seemed to slip by slowly, sun settling behind the horizon as we all settled down to eat dinner. Granted there was enough food to feed a small army, and then enough for leftovers, but Bucky and I could eat more than half of the food. The twins were eating happily, laughing as Sarge sniffed their plates. He always behaved though, never eating off their plates unless given permission. He reminded me so much of Captain that I would’ve sworn they simply cloned the old dog.

“I’m absolutely stuffed, food was incredible guys.” Sam threw down his napkin, patting his stomach with a long but satisfied sigh.

“That’s cause Steve finally learned how to cook, and he may have asked Y/N and I for help a couple of days ago.” I shrugged, nothing wrong with asking for help when I needed it.

Conversation seemed to flow easily, drinks being filled when the first was emptied. The twins had abandoned their plates, choosing to play in the living room for the time being. Perfectly fine, they’d be able to tire themselves out before Sammy, and Rosie had to take them home anyway.

“How about we go and open gifts before have dessert, that way if the kids fall asleep afterwards they can sleep.” Rosie agreed immediately, getting out of her chair to tell the girls what we were doing.

Everyone made their way out to the living room slowly, making sure not to step on a kid, or Sarge who was curiously following. Gifts were passed out once everyone was sitting down, the twins tearing into the paper to squeal happily at their new toys. Of course they’d also gotten clothes, that they were surprisingly excited to get. I could remember a time when kids absolutely hated getting clothes on Christmas.

Tony, the man who always did too much, got everyone new Stark Tech phones, that were guaranteed to outlast any phone that was on the market. I couldn’t be mad though, his were a lot easier to operate anyway.

Bucky laughed as he opened his box, staring down at the shirt. “Worlds Best Grandpa”. It had been a running joke for years, mostly because Bucky was technically the oldest out of everyone.

Y/N nearly lunged herself at Bucky when she pulled out a car key, I couldn’t quite recognize the logo from too far but I was sure it was something she’d had her eye on for a while. He always loved getting her extravagant things during the holidays.

I reached next to my thigh, grabbing the small box that held Krista’s gift, handing it over to her almost nervously. I’d had to nearly get a lawyer to get the item back from the Smithsonian, god that was a nightmare.

“Steve..are these?” She grabbed the chain, pulling the dog tags from the box. “Yeah, I’ve always wanted to give them to you, I was able to get them back about a month ago, got em polished so they didn’t look so dingey.” Her eyes welled up with tears, hand covering her mouth as she cried.

Anxiety raced through my body, was it a mistake? Should I have gotten her something else?

“I love them Steve, thank you.” She laughed, pulling me down into a kiss.

I cupped her cheek gently, kissing her back. The tension slowly bled out, her hands coming up to wrap around my neck.

“I couldn’t ask for anything more perfect.” Her whisper was too soft for anyone else to hear, but just loud enough for me.

“You’re welcome doll.” I pulled my arms from her waist, taking the chain into my hands to help put it on her.

Everyone else had seemed to relax, knowing that I’d given something that meant more to me in a past life than anything. This was where life was supposed to lead me, I wasn’t the same man that I was back then.

She reached down for a box, it looked too big to hold just a sweater or something of the like. So what in the world had she gotten me?

I took the gift from her, tearing open the paper as I stared down at the cover of what looked to be a photo album. Flipping open the cover I felt my emotions begin to bubble over. There were tons of pictures of Cap, and Grant. There were ones of Cap laying next to Krista, belly swollen when she was pregnant with the twins, to Grant sleeping beside Rosie when she’d had a bad nightmare.

“You’re perfect, thank you so much babe.” I laughed, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“I know how much you miss them, and what better way to keep a memory than with five hundred different photos.” She laughed at my expression, I wasn’t entirely sure how I looked in the moment.

I looked at how thick the album was, and noticed that though it looked thin enough, the photos were all different sizes. No wonder there were so many. It wasn’t even just photos of Krista, the pups, and the kids. Everyone was included, from Sam wrestling with Cap, to Bucky snoring on the couch with Grant asleep on him.

I’d be able to have memories to look back on for years to come, remembering the good times that filled my life. And it was all thanks to my dog Captain. FIN

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bloodiedskirtts · 6 years

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Lie to Me | Steve x Reader College AU

Summary: Steve and Y/N are high school sweethearts and everything was perfect until you went to college. Steve is jealous of Y/N’s connection with bad boy Bucky, but will his jealous be the end of your relationship?

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Starts fluffy, then...Angst! Asshole Steve and also Asshole Bucky. Mentions of sex. Language.

A/N: This is for @captainrogerrsbeard 400 Followers Writing Challenge, with the prompt ‘Are you gonna leave with him?’ And I made it a College AU because why not?

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‘Okay, okay,’ she giggled, as he kissed down her neck. ‘Baby I gotta go to my study group.’

He looked up at her pouting, ‘Do ya though?’

Steve Rogers looked at her with those baby blues that every girl on campus swooned over. But they were all hers, he was all hers. Steve had asked Y/N out when they were freshmen in high school. He was still a little awkward, hadn’t hit his growth spurt yet and got tongue tied around girls. So when she said he asked her out, his best friend, Sam Wilson had actually asked her out on his behalf. She liked Steve, he was sweet. No one else had asked her out before, no boy had paid her any attention. And since their first date at Coney Island, he sure knew how to surprise a gal, they had been inseparable.

Something that delighted her when he puberty hit him like a freight train at the age of sixteen. He grew a foot, gained like a hundred pounds in muscle, but never lost that sweet side to him. He even managed to get a place on the football team and she was there every match with the rest of the cheer squad, shouting on her man. He truly was the full package, the perfect boyfriend. And they were the sweetest couple in their highschool. Prom king and queen, the whole shabang. She knew it was cheesy but she had the perfect high school experience, with Steve by her side.

And when they both got accepted to Harvard it was like a dream come true. She knew that if they didn’t get into the same college she wouldn’t be able to handle that. She couldn’t handle being away from Steve for too long. They barely left each other’s side in high school. They ran the school together, spent weekends together, even went on holidays together. Her parents loved Steve, and Steve’s parents loved her. They lived on the same floor, barely left each others sides. Except for their class list and Steve’s football training, they were attached at the hip. They had their whole life planned out, never once thinking that they wouldn’t be with one another.

‘Ugh blow it off for just one fuckin’ day,’ Steve teased, his Brooklyn drawl coming out.

She smiled at him as she wiggled away from him.

‘Ya know I can’t do that, Stevie,’ she replied as she pulled her clothes back on.

She grabbed Steve’s Harvard shirt, tucking it into her tiny jean shorts and pulling on her Vans. Her phone bleeped and she picked it up from the ground where it had been thrown when Steve came back from football practice to ‘catch up’ with her. She opened the message and a smile crossed her face. Steve’s eyes narrowed as she watched her twirl her hair around her fingers.

‘Who is it?’ Steve asked.

‘No one...just a guy from my study group,’ she told him as he sat up on his bed, kissing her neck again.

‘Hm? Do I know him?’ he asked.

She let out a soft whine at the feel of his lips on her neck, ‘I dunno. Bucky? Bucky Barnes?’

Steve froze for a moment, he had seen Bucky around campus and heard the rumours. If Steve was being honest he had no idea how he got into Harvard. He was the typical bad boy, as if he had walked out of a James Dean film. He was a class A flirt, he had a new girl on his arm every night, a new girl in his bed too. Steve didn’t know why but he didn’t like him. And he didn’t like the way his girlfriend was smirking at her phone as she replied to him.

Before Steve could say anything, she was kissing him quickly on the mouth and bouncing out of their room.

‘Don’t go anywhere I will be back for round two after study group,’ she purred, blowing him a kiss, as she closed the door.

‘Stevie, you look so handsome,’ she giggled as she pulled him in for a kiss.

He could tell she was already tipsy and they hadn’t even left for the party yet. She was pulling at the shirt he was wearing, pouting out her lips as she looked him over. When she had told him that Bucky Barnes had invited her, and by extension him, to a party, he was apprehensive to say the least. He didn’t want her around Bucky anymore than she needed to be.

He couldn’t pretend like he wasn’t jealous of her relationship with the other man. He was everything Steve wasn’t and the footballer was anxious that she would be more attracted to Bucky than him. And he hated how she would giggle at her phone everytime he text her. And he text her a lot! They had fought about it more than once about it but Steve had always made it up to her. Chocolates, romcoms and a lot of going down on her seemed to do the trick.

He already didn’t want to go to the party and when he saw that tiny dress that she was wearing he was ready to throw her on the bed. He wanted to make sure the only name she could remember was his. But she wouldn’t hear it, she wanted to go to the party. The entire football team was going, some of the cheer squad too.

‘You are trying to kill me,’ he groaned, as he kissed her deeply.

‘We have to gooooooo,’ she told him, downing whatever she was drinking when she was getting ready.

Their Uber didn’t take long to get them to the frat house a few blocks off campus where the party was taking place. Steve immediately saw his teammates, Thor and Tony when they walked in the door. And they didn’t think twice about grabbing him and dragging him over to the keg.

‘Keg stand chaaaaaaaamp!’ she called out, following her boyfriend, before a pair of hands grabbed her waist.

‘BUCKY!’ she screamed as she threw her arms around him. ‘My boyfriend has been stolen! And I don’t have anything to drink.’

Bucky chuckled, ‘Your boyfriend is golden boy Steve fuckin’ Rogers?’

He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at her, ‘Never took you for that kinda gal.’

He knew she had a boyfriend, and he knew his name was Steve. But he never put two and two together to realise that she was talking about Steve Rogers. Of course, she was dating Steve Rogers.

She rolled her eyes at him.’And what kinda girl is that?’

‘I dunno. Just saw you as more a Marilyn than a Jackie,’ he told her as he brought her towards the drinks table.

‘I think of myself as more of Hillary in fact,’ she snapped as he poured her a drink. ‘I don’t really need a man. They’re just fun to have around, ya know.’

He smirked down at her, his body closer to hers than she would have liked. But she was just a little too tipsy to notice. His hand rested on her waist as he handed the solo cup over to her. She smiled at him before taking a swig of the drink and gagging.

‘What the fuck is this?’ she asked.

He couldn’t contain his laughter as she scrunched up her face at the taste.

‘It would be vodka, rum and a little bit of whiskey with Coke,’ he told her.

‘Fuck me, Bucky-’

‘With pleasure,’ he purred.

She pushed him away with a laugh, ‘You are such a fuckin’ perv. I pity every girl who sleeps with you.’

‘Why’s that, doll?’ he asked as he grabbed a beer.

‘Because any man who goes through that many girls clearly has no idea where the clit is,’ she teased, pouring my Coke into her cup.

He chuckled at her words, watching as she brought the cup to her lips. Those sinful fucking lips.

‘I think, doll, you’ll find that the fact I manage to get so many women into bed with me is because I know exactly where the clit is,’ he purred, moving dangerously close to her. ‘Maybe you can find out sometime. Whenever you get bored with goody good Rogers.’

She opened her mouth to respond but they were pulled apart by Natasha Romanoff, who looked up at Bucky with those sex eyes. She was on the cheer squad too, she was one of the best freshmen on the team and Y/N was insanely jealous of the ways she could move her body. Just the two girls were chosen for the team from the dozens of freshmen who were trying out. And Natasha had decided that Y/N was her biggest competition.

‘Barnes, just who I wanted to talk to,’ she purred, her voice was the most seductive thing Y/N had ever heard. And she knew that there was no way that Bucky wasn’t going home with her that night. To be honest, they would make an incredible couple.

Nat looked over her shoulder at the other woman, ‘I think your Golden Boy wants you, Y/N. Why don’t you go run along, leave the men to me.’

She turned on her heels shakily as she went to find Steve who was clearly drunker than when she had left him. He was playing beer pong with his teammates. Tony was currently up to play.

‘Steve, you are one lucky son o’ bitch,’ he shouted with a smirk, when she walked over to the boys. ‘Not gonna lie that dress may replace your cheer uniform when I-’

‘Alright!’ Steve shouted, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, and pulling her in for a sloppy kiss. He didn’t particularly want to think about what the quarterback fantasised about when he was jerking off. Especially when he was jerking off thinking about his girlfriend.

She pulled away with a giggle, ‘You are very drunk.’

‘And I have kept my fuckin’ record! Keg champ!’ he shouted.

‘For someone who isn’t a frat boy, you are the biggest frat bro I know,’ she teased.

‘I missed my cheerleader. Where were ya?’ he asked, pulling her away from the beer pong game.

He fell onto a couch, with her landing in his lap. The other people on the couch made a face when he pulled her in for a deep kiss. After a very brief makeout session, her skirt riding up her thighs even more if that was possible, he asked the question again.

‘I was talkin’ ta Bucky,’ she told him, taking a sip from her drink.

A scowl covered Steve’s face when she spoke his name.

‘So the first thing you do when you come to a fuckin’ party is go find that asshole?’ he snapped.

‘What the fuck Steve? You were dragged off by your baller buddies! I was following behind, not that you would have noticed. In fact you didn’t fuckin’ notice until I came to find you. So maybe you should get down from your high horse!’

She pushed off his lap and went to storm away, but Steve grabbed her arm pulling her back to him.

‘Ever since you got into that stupid study group all you’ve been doing is fucking ohhing and ahhing over that fuckin’ idiot,’ he snapped.

‘He’s my friend, Steve. A friend who isn’t a cheerleader who is so catty I want to rip my face off! A friend who actually listens to me!’

Steve snorted at this.

‘Don’t you have any other friends in this study group then. Or is it more of a private study group?’

The alcohol was spurring him on, making him say things he would never say when he was sober. Never say to hurt her. But now all he wanted to do was wound her with his words. Clint had told him how he had seen Y/N and Bucky flirting in the library, grabbing coffee together. Bucky would always stand just too close to her, his hands would linger just too long on her skin and the thought of it made Steve’s blood boil. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, but it still hurt. And he wanted to hurt her too. He didn’t want anyone else touching his girl. His girl.

‘Steve,’ she gasped out, the hurt evident on her face.

‘Is that it? You’re fuckin’ him right? I mean why else would he wanna hang around you? Bucky Barnes only cares about things he can put his dick in. And now you’re just another one of Barnes’ sluts,’ he snapped, the words tumbling out before he could register what he was saying.

People around you had begun to stare. Never in their lives did they think that the Golden Couple of Harvard’s Freshman Class would be in the middle of a screaming match at a party.

‘Fuck you, Steve,’ she spat. ‘Fuck you. And fuck this stupid party.’

Steve watched as she stomped off, storming past Tony and Thor who tried to stop her. She was fighting back tears, she wouldn’t give him or his fucking goons the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Not here. She didn’t know where she was going until she was running into his arms.

He had seen the fight, seen perfect boy Rogers call his girlfriend a slut in front of everyone. He pushed Natasha off his lap and raced after her, pulling her in for a hug. He had no idea what he was doing. No idea why he chased after her.

‘Hey that was really shitty of him,’ he whispered as he smoothed down her hair. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t...I didn’t mean for this to happen.’

She pulled away from him, looking up at him, her eyes bleary with alcohol but she wasn’t crying. She had told herself she wouldn’t cry in front of everyone and she certainly wasn’t going to cry in front of Steve. No, she was gonna make him eat his fucking words.

Bucky noted the way her eyes narrowed, the smirk pulling at her plump lips. He would be lying if he said that he hadn’t fantasised about kissing those lips and other things involving those lips.

‘Wanna get outta here?’ she purred.

Now it was his turn to narrow his eyes, ‘Look, you don’t have to do this. Just because he said that...You don’t gotta...’

She brushed her lips over his, not kissing him quite yet and not keeping her lips over his long enough for him to kiss her.

‘I want to,’ she told him.

Her voice deeper now, husky, seductive causing his cock to stir in his jeans. He always thought that she was too good for Steve Rogers. She was much more interesting than that plain football player. She was funny, bold and witty, and smarter than anyone else he had met. From the moment she walked into the study group, Bucky knew that he wanted her. Not just for the night, he wanted her by his side.

Everyone thought that she was such a sweet, innocent girl, but he knew she had a filthy mouth and a filthy sense of humour. And he was enamoured with her. He wasn’t going to make her ask twice. He just let her lead him through the party, his eyes on her ass as she went to the door.

‘Are you gonna leave with him?’ Steve snapped, as he saw his girl walk out with Bucky.

‘You want me to be a slut? Then I’m gonna be a fuckin’ slut, but not for you Steve,’ she snarled.

‘Well go on ahead,’ he snapped. ‘I literally couldn’t care less who fucks you. Not like I’ll be going home empty handed anyway.’

‘Fuck you, Steve,’ she growled, before walking out the door.

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