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myblueeyedbuggers · 3 years

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My Boys

Chapter 12

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader (Best Friend) Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 2420

Warnings: Slight bit of swearing

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Eyup My loves! Soo How’s your week been? Good I hope, so a bit of news for you all, there’s only two/three more chapters left till this book is finished and then we’ll be moving onto (Drum roll) The First Avenger! Woooo! I hope you’re all as excited as I am. Anyways without anymore rambling, I give you chapter 12, enjoy!

So I can safely say that the rest of the week passed pretty quickly, with only a few ‘minor’ incidents, one of em being a massive food fight caused by yours truly and Steve getting himself stuck in the basement for 2 hours after seeing, and I quote ‘a possessed girl dressed as undead batman’.

I still haven’t told him that was me….oops

Apart from that it was pretty normal, cut to today where I’ve been blessed with the task of lookin’ after my best girl for Buck’s parents anniversary whilst they go into the city to celebrate, I mean it’s the least I could do for em. Plus, the last time the lads were trusted with lookin’ after Becca, Buck’s parents came home to the entire house covered in flour with Becca laughin’ at em cause they managed to lock themselves in a cupboard. We had to call the fire department to get em outta there.

Anyways, we kicked the boys outta the house so Becca and I could have a girls day in, now don’t get me wrong I absolutely adore this girl and I would practically do anything for her.

“Y/n can we play princesses please?! Mama got some dresses from our cousin we can wear!”

I can literally feel my soul burning right now. I honestly tried to say no, there’s nothing more I hate more that being forced into them things but one look into her bright little eyes made all my resistance die away and so I uttered the words that sealed my doom. “Of course, Becs only if we can have a tea party in em”. So here we are, me in a navy style party dress, lace covered my arms and the hem of the sweetheart neckline resting just on my collarbone, the knee length satin skirt covered my legs.

Honestly, I wasn’t as bad I thought it were gonna be, I even let my hair outta the classic ponytail it’s always in so Becca could style it a tiny bit, to her credit she did a decent job. My h/c locks fell in small waves across my back, with the longer strands near my face tucked behind my ears and Becs even convinced me to pop on some of her mama’s makeup. Now I ain’t a fool, I know makeup’s pretty expensive and only let her pop on a shimmery light gold eyeshadow and some tinted lip balm, much to her disappointment I confiscated the mascara, I refused to let that death stick near my eyeballs.

Becca looked absolutely adorable, we’d managed to find her dance dress from last year and it suited her down to the ground. Baby pink lace covered her arms up to her wrist, the middle part had little gems dotted here and there with a pink satin ribbon separating the skirt from the top, from the looks of it the skirt was made outta some layered netting that poofed outwards when she span around. Don’t ask me how but I managed to wrap some ribbons in her braids and added a lil tiara on the top of her head and if you’d asked me, she looked like a real-life princess to me.

“So, your highness, what would one prefer to do? Would one like to have tea in the parlour or waltz in the ballroom?” my attempt at the British accent was apparently appalling, judging by the level of giggles coming outs Becca’s mouth. Eventually she calmed down enough to give me an answer “I think a waltz would be most fun lady y/n” she said in an equally bad accent. Slowly a smile spread across my face as I moved over to the record payer, I didn’t even pay attention to which one I put on before I turned back to Becca and offered her my hand, lowering myself into a bow that looked like a squid tryin’ to tap dance. Very elegant I know.

You’d think after the past few weeks I’d been with the Barnes family, I’da got used to being tackled by the siblings, but alas I am surprised every-time, hence why I’m on the floor with a hyperactive 4 year old sat on top of me. Becca’s giggles filled the entire room, she quickly got off me and started jumping around to the sound of the jumpin’ jive and leaving me to slowly die on the floor, for all of 5 seconds before she yanked my arm outta my socket to get me dancing with her. I swear this girl isn’t even human, one second she’s sweet and delicate the next she’s bulldozing people to the ground and pullin’ em to the next life, I mean she’s 4 she shouldn’t be that strong!

Thank the lord she’s adorable. Quickly the music took over my mind, my feet moving along to the music, Becca was doin’ some twirls around me with the biggest smile on her face, I don’t know what made me do it but I grabbed her gently by the waist and spun us around in time to the music, her little arms reached into the air as we both laughed our heads off. Of course, me being me, I lost my balance and my butt suddenly met the sofa, with Becca landing next to me with a small yelp, it was quiet for all of 2 seconds before we burst out laughin’. Think it took us about 3 minutes before we calmed down, a comfortable silence fell between us, the music slowly faded to a stop as the record reached its end, and we stayed like this for a while before Becca broke the silence.

“Y/n, can you sing like mama? She don’t do it often cause it reminds her of my nana….” My eyes drifted over to Becs, her lil eyes dulled a little when she said it and now they were filled with a small glimmer of hope, and I really didn’t wanna be the reason for that light goin’ out. If I were being completely honest singin’ wasn’t something I ever wanted to do again, during my time with the Црни лабуд, singing was the only thing that made me feel like….well me I guess. It was the only sliver of light in so many years of darkness and once I was free from them I made myself a silent vow that I’d never do it again, that I was a new person. But one look in her little eyes was enough to make me break it. “I ain’t too bad, only know a couple of songs on the piano but I can try if you wanna”

Apparently Becca didn’t need to be told twice, in a flash of pink she was off to the other room, bellowing for me to follow her, I mean it ain’t like I gotta choice in the matter is it ? the sound of something hitting the floor in the room opposite me made me move even quicker (if that were even possible). Becca was stood in front of a oldish looking piano, a small bench was tuned over in front of her, and a white sheet was discarded on the floor next to her as she bounced up and down excitedly, I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I turned the bench over on it’s feet. Not even 2 seconds later Becca clambered up on it and looked at me with a bright smile, I swear she gets cuter every second like how does this happen ? I try it and I end up put away in a mental asylum.

“You got any requests princess ?” my legs carried me across the room and towards the seat, cracking my knuckles together and stretching out my fingers before turning to look at the younger lass, a look of concentration covered her face in response and it took her a few seconds to answer. “Dream a little dream of me ? think that’s what mama calls it” I swear I tried to stop the soft smile, but I really couldn’t help it this time. “sure sweetheart” and with that I hit the opening notes, the feeling of the keys under my fingertips were so familiar it was like no time had passed since I last played, I kept my voice soft and quiet as I sang. I think I was halfway through my second verse when I felt Becca cuddle into my side, she ducked her head under my arm and put her head in my lap, a soft yawn left her mouth as her eyes started to close to the sound of the music. It was at the end of the song that I looked at her again, soft snores escaped her mouth and her hand was grasping gently at the top of my skirt, I felt my heart melt even more that I thought possible, completely unaware of the small audience I’d gathered until a small cough came from behind me.

Aw shit…..

Bucky’s POV

If you’d told me a year ago, that after spending a couple of hours at Coney island with my best mate I’d come home to what must be an angels voice singing my sister to sleep. I’da never of believed ya, think you coulda imagined our confusion when me and Steve heard piano coming from the dining room. Steve shot me a look of pure bewilderment, and I couldn’t blame the guy to be honest, “thought you’d said your mama gave up piano couple a years ago”. I’m guessing my face mirrored his, cause I ain’t the slightest clue either, mama stopped playin’ years ago so who the heck could it be? “yeah she did bud, swore she’d never set her hands on it again…..”. I’m completely and utterly baffled at this point, where’s Y/n when ya need her ? she’d figure this out.

We both took a step towards the closed door, eager to know what the hell was going on when something stopped me, the sweetest sound I’d ever heard in my life sang along with the melody, I coulda sworn it sounded like the lullaby mama sang to us when we were kids. I guess I spent too long listening cause Stevie boy pushed past me and walked in, the sounds were so much clearer and more vibrant it felt like I’d died and gone to heaven right then and there. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I realised just who was creating this beautiful sound, there she was, sat in front of the piano as her fingers danced gracefully across the keys. Her voice, oh god her voice sounded like that of an angel, the weak afternoon sun shone over her hair and made her look even more angelic than humanly possible. I barely even noticed Becca asleep in her lap before Y/n finished her song and the ever-living pain in my ass decided to reveal that we were there. I mean he coulda chosen any other way of revealing our presence but no he had to let out the tiniest little cough, coulda got her back for the eyebrow incident….

Y/n literally went stiff as a board before she turned to look at us, her cheeks were red as a rose and a sheepish smile covered her face, it was only a couple of seconds after that both Steve and I noticed what she was wearing, he burst out laughin at her but me, I for once in my life couldn’t say a damn thing. She looked absolutely breath taking, her hair fell down in soft waves and framed her face, the shade of blue in her dress brought out the small flecks of green in her e/c eyes and brought out her hourglass figure. Her lips were drawn into a natural pout and it was that second it dawned on me she asked me somethin’….shit.

“whaaaa…….” Nice one Bucky.

Steve, the lil punk, could barely stop himself laughin’, at some point he’d moved to take Becca off Y/n and stood behind y/n with his fist in his mouth to smother his laughter. My best friend ladies and gentlemen. If looks could kill he’d be 10 feet under right now.

“Buck ? I was askin’ if you were okay ?” Y/n’s face showed a tiny bit of confusion and much to my horror amusement, “YeAh I’m okay….” And just at the moment puberty strikes in the form of a voice crack, as if this weren’t embarrassing enough. At this point Steve was barely keeping it together, he had actual tears coming outta his eyes and went bright red in the face tryin’ to stop himsen laughing, in front of me y/n furrowed her eyebrows and did look genuinely concerned for my mental state. She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, just looked at me before she lifted her hand to my forehead and held it here for a minute, thank god Steve chose to leave the room before this or I’da never heard the end of it.

“You sure you’re okay, feelin’ a bit warm and ya actin weirder than usual Buck” okay quick say something before this gets even more embarrassing, first thing that pops into ya head in 3,2,1…

“Yeah I’m sure, think I ate somethin’ funky down at the pier, makin’ me real gassy”……why am I like this? Normally I can charm any girl of their feet but with y/n, I’ma bumbling mess. She didn’t say a damn word, she just raised her eyebrows whilst a small smirk covered her face, before she turned and left me to have a very small breakdown underneath the dining table.

Meaning I let out a noise that sounded like a bear stubbing it’s toe in the middle of winter.

I thought my luck couldn’t get any worse, but nooo old lady luck decided today I needed a second helping, cause the second I did that Y/n walked back into the room. Brilliant. I was too busy stumbling over my words to processes what she was doin’, before I knew it she’d walked back to me and stood on her tip toes….then planted a small kiss on my cheek.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered Barnes”

And just like that, she left me with my jaw on the ground and heart beatin’ outta my chest, cause I’m starting to think that she was right. I’m sure as hell coming down with something, and I’m pretty sure it ain’t a regular ol’ bug…..

SOOO, if you got this far hope you enjoyed it, as always any feed back or constructive criticism is welcome, thank so much for reading and hope you have a great day/night/week.

lots of love

Rose xxx

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harrysgoldenbum · 4 years

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Little Hands

His kids woke up early. He knows this because he can hear them talking to each other through the thin walls. He can hear their little kid voices getting animated as the sun slowly continues to rise. He can hear them giggle, gasp, and groan.

Harry looks over his shoulder to see Y/N past out, oblivious to what her children are up to so early in the morning. She back is to him with her legs intertwined with his and her bum pressed to the small of his back.

Harry lays there for a moment, taking in the quiet humming his son and daughter are projecting into the house, he feels this peacefulness take over his mind and body. He watches the fan that hangs above him and his wife while he listens to his daughter telling her brother about the dream she had. He listens to his son return the favor. Telling her about the dinosaur that became his friend.

There is a couple of hours before the alarm goes off, when Harry decides to get out of bed and join his kids. He turns off the alarm that way Y/N can sleep longer while he takes on the mission to entertain their young ones. Pulling on some sweats and a shirt, Harry walks over to his son’s room and sees the two of them laying in one bed staring up at the glow in the dark stars Y/N had glued on the ceiling. His baby girl had her stuffed elephant under her arm, while his little man had his stuffed T-Rex next to his head.

“G’ morning bubs,” Harry rasps.

“Papa! You’re awake!” his little girl cries out. She slides out the sheets and toddles over to Harry. She wraps her arms around Harry’s leg and presses her cheek to his thigh. Looking up at him with her big doe eyes that are blessed with the same jade color as her papa and her mama’s thick lashes. A small smile tugs it’s way onto her lips.

Harry gently runs his fingers through her dark locks. Her crazy bed head is just like her mother’s. Tangled and all over the place.

His son sits on his own bed with a pillow in his lap with a smile that shows his missing tooth. His eyes are the same color as his mama’s, and his eyes were the gateway that showed all his emotions. It was that every trait that had caught Harry’s attention when he met Y/N. So knowing when his son had the same trait and color, Harry’s heart always soften. Picking up his youngest, Harry walks over to the twin size bed and drops onto it. Making the bed bounce and his kids giggle. Moving to the head of the bed, Harry lays flat on his back while his son and daughter climb around him and get comfortable with their heads on his chest. His son’s arms wrap around his waist while his daughter’s hand went to Harry’s ear lobe.

“What do we want to have for breakfast today, hmm?” he asks. Knowing that they usually get oatmeal, eggs, or some other nutritional breakfast. So wanting to make it a fun and special day, he wanted to see what they would pick, and he would make it happen.

“Waffles!” his son exclaimed. Twirling his finger around Harry’s shirt, “with blackberries and blueberries and strawberries.”

“Mmmhh, blackberries. Papa! I want blackberries too!”

With a light chuckle, he agrees.

After a few minutes of laying there, Harry urges his kiddos to get up.

“We have to make waffles, don’t we?”

With a shriek, his daughter scrambles out of bed, with his son following behind her. He can hear them stomping down the stairs. At a slower pace, he moves to join them. Just before the kids made it to the first floor, Harry watched his son hold his little sister’s hand as they walked down the stairs.

Walking into the kitchen, Harry gets everything his needs and assigns his kids small tasks. With his baby girl sitting on the counter (under Harry’s supervision of course), she washes the fruit as his son brings out the maple syrup, butter, and whipped cream.

When that is done, Harry has them help him measure out the ingredients to make the batter. The two take turns mixing and pouring. When time comes to prep the waffle iron, he lifts his daughter off the counter and tells them to sit on the island stools.

Harry carefully pours the batter on the waffle iron as he listens to his daughter kick the cupboards near her feet. His son is talking to her about preschool and the recital they are working on.

“Papa!” Exclaimed his eldest. “Missus Teacher told me yesterday that I am going to sing the first song!”

“Really bub! That’s exciting! Soon you’ll take me job and then Papa won’t have anything to do!”

“You really think so!”

“Sure do! You’ll probably steal all my fans!”

Looking over to his bub’s sister, Harry sees her looking at bub with a wide grin.

“What about you, angel? Hmm, are you going to be a singer like Papa?”

“No! I’m going to be like mamma.” She says sternly. “I want to dress people up and make them princesses!”

Y/N is a bridal designer, and often brings her projects home. And sure enough, Harry’s daughter will sit with her at the table and watch Y/N sketch, sew, and trim her latest gown.

Once the first few waffles are done, Harry helps his kids pick the berries the want, the topping on their waffles, and poured them a cup and sippy cup of milk. Cutting their waffle into manageable pieces, the trio starts to eat.

“Oh-oh!” whispers the little angel, “Papa! The blackberry went squish!” referring to the berry stain on her nightshirt.

Using his thumb to wipe off the berry juice that stained his daughter’s face, “It’s okay angel, it happens.”

Taking a glance at his son, Harry realizes that he too has blackberry stains on his dinosaur shirt. The juice is dripping down his chin and onto his matching dino shorts.

Harry knew he should have known better. When it came to eating fruit of any kind, his kids were messy eaters. Y/N puts the blame of that trait on him, seeing that she has wiped fruit juice Harry’s face numerous times.

Going to eat his last few berries, Harry stabs them with his fork, only for the blueberry and blackberry to explode and squirts all three of them.

The group breaks into laughter, as Harry tries to wipe up what he can.

It’s minutes later when his princess burps and announces that she doesn’t want to eat anymore. With a cackle, Harry’s bub releases a loud, obnoxious burp. “Excuse me.” He requests with a smug smile.

“What happened to your manners!” Harry playfully scolds.

“They’re with mamma, they’re still asleep” the little man jokes.

Clearing the counter and covering that batter for later, Harry and the kids go into the living room, where Harry is sitting on the couch, with his son sitting next to him doodling in Harry’s journal with Harry’s around his shoulders. Nodding his head along to the children’s TV show that’s playing on the screen.

And his princess is standing on the couch, leaning into Harry while her little fingers run through his hair. Her legs rest along Harry’s side, and his arm is wrapped around her short legs. Her lips are puckered up in concentration.

“Like a monkey aren’t ya. Lookin for treasure and bugs.”

“I’m no monkey Papa! I’m a princess!” She responds in complete seriousness.

With a chuckle bubbling out of Harry’s throat, “that you are, my darlin’ girl.”

For a short few minutes, Harry watches the children’s show quietly. Until his son asks Harry if he can use his left hand. Turning his head, Harry watches his little man trace his hand on the paper. But, his daughter wraps her arms around his head and demands him stop moving. Her skinny bicep squeezes his nose and her hands grasp his forehead and the back of his head.

“I’m doing your hair, Papa!”

“Sorry, sorry.” turning back to face the screen, from the corner of his eye Harry watches his son complete the outline of his hand. The black ink stands out on one side of the paper. Harry watches his son place his left hand in the middle of his and starts to trace.

Once his son is finished with his little hand, Harry decides that he is going to take that page out of the journal and get it framed.

Harry watches his son write out his name and papa.

Harry knows that his babies know how to pull his heartstrings but watching his son’s mind and creativity at work and making such a doodle has Harry tearing up.

Once satisfied with his drawing, Harry’s little man gently closes the journal and places it on the coffee table. Cuddling into Harry’s side, he turns his attention to the TV show. He clings to Harry’s arm and rests his head on his bicep.

All the while, His daughter gently scratches his scalp. Melting Harry’s body onto the couch, he tightens his hold on her. He feels her tiny child like fingers run through his long, dark locks and undoing the knots that were formed from his sleep.

Her face is scrunched up in concentration. She eventually pushes his hair off his shoulder, and rests her head there. With her finger still in his hair she quietly starts cooing.

Harry feels her body getting heavier, and her breathing slows. He gently brings her legs down and tuck her into her side. With the TV show playing in the background, her doe eyes slowly start to shut. Her little hands fist his shirt, and her mouth drops open as she falls asleep.

During this time Harry’s a son, lets out little snores. Indicating that he too has fallen asleep.

Harry lets the feeling of peacefulness wash over him, just before he too closes his eyes and joins his little angels in a morning nap.

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exosmutfactory · 4 years

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Six Phases 005 Pt 1

Who knew it nearly took 6 months to win your heart, and 6 phases for Baekhyun to lose his mind.

A/N: Hi, welcome to a 22.6K MONSTER of a chapter. Thank you.

[ contains: romance, fluff, angst, & smut ]

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The club is more alive than ever tonight. Almost everyone has taken to the dance floor and the place is packed everywhere with grinding bodies. It's not hard getting lost in the crowd.

I can barely see over the majority of the crowd in my stilettos. You'd think my current 5'10 height would make it easier to spot Baekhyun in the room, but nope, the flashing of lights and mass of bodies could conceal a damn pink polka dotted elephant from your eyes.

After spinning around to avoid the elbow of a particularly non-coordinated individual, I nearly crashed into the person behind me. "Excuse m-" My eyes widen at the familiar head of silver hair before I smile, "Hey."

Baekhyun chuckles, settling his hands on my hips; a brow raised in amusement, "Hello." He huskily replies; locks of hair attractively dangling in his eyes. He's adoring a red shirt with white scripted words all over it, black leather pants that make his thighs look scrumptious, and black heeled boots to match. Looking like a full course meal as always—and even more so than usual with that alluring look in his kohl outlined eyes.

Quickly reeling in my steadily-rising urges, I keep moving to the tempo of the moderate-paced music; loosely wrapping my arms around his neck, "What took so long? I thought I lost you for a second."

"Minseok hyung went on a tangent over how much business has been booming since he incorporated cheerwine-vodka drinks to the bar." He chuckles again, twirling me around with an adorable smile. "Your southern delicacy is really popular around here."

I grin, "It's the best of the best."

Baekhyun hums, pulling me closer and tilting his head to plant a kiss on my cherry red lips; causing me to giggle. "What?" He looks at me, smiling adorably.

"Nothing." I smile bashfully; cheeks warmed from the gesture.

"Come on," Spinning me around again, he suddenly dips my body; making me gasp as his hand rests securely on my back and lips brush against mine. Warm minty breath caressing my cheek, "Tell me."

"I-I just..." Locking eyes as he pulls me back up, I can't help but flush at his adoring stare. "Being with you, like this." I gesture to the dancefloor; blissfully unbothered by the pleasantly chaotic environment, and the thundering pound of music with him—and his firm body—so close and so warm. His comforting presence brings a smile to my lips, "It's nice."

His smile widens, a look of understanding flashing in his brown eyes. "I knew you had a kink for dancing with me."

Choking on a laugh, I smack his bicep; leaning on him for support as his contagious amusement rings in my ears. Would it be too mushy of me to say how utterly adorable Baekhyun is when he smiles like this? All bright crescent moon eyes, glowy cheeks and a boxy grin that I just want to kiss right off his pouty lips. His smile could light up the whole galaxy, not even the sun can deny that.

"And what if I do?" I murmur lowly, sliding my hand up his arm and down his chest; feeling the lean muscle underneath. "You got quiet," I muse, flickering my eyes up to his; quickly gulping at the pure lust swirling in his brown orbs.

Baekhyun grabs my wrist and slides my hand back up his chest, holding eye contact as he sucks my finger between his lips. The piercing gaze in his dark orbs making me sway out of rhythm—something he catches with a winning smirk. He tightens his grip on my hip, leaning to whisper into my ear, "Then I'm willing to fulfill your needs, baby."

Gulping at his deliberate lick of lips, a new song breaks me out of our little bubble. The familiar 8-count instrumental seems to trigger Baekhyun's memory as well; his hand releasing mine as I kick off my heels before his stable singing voice reaches my surprised ears.

"She got the mmm, brown eyes, caramel thighs. Long hair, no wedding ring," He gives a cute little nod, raising his brow attractively, "hey." He walks closer, causing me to step back to fully admire his confident aura. "I saw you lookin' from across the way. And now I really wanna know your name..."

He continues in that hypnotizing way of his—little sinful body rolls and confident crotch grabs—holding eye contact as if the words are meant for me; mouthing along with a satisfied smirk on his inviting lips.

"I love her hips, curves, lips say the words." He lightly brushes his hands over my thighs and up my waist, walking around to whisper into my individual ears along with the beat. "Te amo, mami, ah, te amo, mami."

"I kiss her, this love is like a dream..."

He brings my hand to his shoulder while grasping my other one, stepping forward as I step back in synchronization; meeting him toe to toe.

"So join me in this bed that I’m in

Push up on me and sweat, darling

So I'm gonna put my time in

And won’t stop until the angels sing-"

He spins me around and brings me back into his arms, swaying to the beat with my back to his chest and our joined hands resting on my hip. Matching smiles on our lips.

"Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me

Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me"

Spinning away, I turn to face Baekhyun, throwing his moves right back at him with a wink, "He got that mmm, green eyes, givin' me signs. That he really wants to know my name—hey. I saw you lookin' from across the way. And suddenly, I'm glad I came, ay-"

Gathering the skirt of my white dress, I dance light on my feet around him as the speakers burst out Spanish lyrics; smiling playfully at the captivated look in his eyes. "Mmm, green eyes, takin' your time. Now we know we'll never be the same."

"I love his lips 'cause he says the words," Putting my back to him, I arch my back, coyly peeking over each shoulder at him and slightly rolling my body against his to the beat, "Te amo, mami, ah, te amo, mami."

"Don’t wake up, this love is like a dream... So join me in this bed-"

Pressing my back to him again, we move in sync; heated skin to skin with only our thin clothes between. Barriers that don't even matter with my hand in his hair and his tight grip on my hips.

"-that I’m in

Push up on me and sweat, darling

So I'm gonna put my time in (Time in)

And won’t stop until the angels sing-"

Being cheeky, I slide my hands up my body while we sway side to side; resting my hand on the back of his neck.

"Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me

Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me."

He spins me around to him once again. Our eyes locked as we let ourselves get lost in the rest of the song.

"Flawless diamonds

In a green field near Buenos Aires

Until the sun's rising

We won't stop until the angels sing..."

The piercing gaze in his dark eyes is almost too much for me to bear; warm, slender fingers digging further into the soft swell of my hips with every twist of my waist.

"Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me

Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me"

The song quickly fades into another, but Baekhyun and I don’t move. Chests pressed together and shared heavy breaths. His freshly dyed grey hair leaving streaks of silver sliding down his cheeks. Long strands of hair messily clinging to his forehead, sweat shining on his prominent collarbones and peek of a firm chest. His lick of lips as he takes the chance to check me out as well pushing me to my limit.

"Take me home." I breathe, pressing my lips to his.

"Shit." Baekhyun hisses, pausing to brush his hair back.

I can't help but chuckle, kicking off my heels and bending over to pick up the fallen table, "Told you keeping the lights off was a bad-" I jolt forward with a gasp, bracing myself against the wall with red cheeks. The accusatory look I shoot over my shoulder does nothing to change the hungry expression on his face, "The fuck did you just do, Byun?"

He tilts his head at me, hand resting comfortably on the curve of my ass, "You liked it." He observes, rubbing my throbbing cheek; lifting the corner of his lips, "Didn't you?"

I scoff in opposition to the redness of my cheeks, "That's not-" A moan escapes before I can clasp my hands over my mouth, staring at him with wide eyes.

Baekhyun merely raises a brow as his hand slips from my heated skin and down between my legs, full-on smirking at what he discovers there. He leans close, pressing his chest to my sensitive back. "You're soaked," He murmurs into my ear; gripping my hip when my legs shake at his light exploration.

I part my lips only to whimper at the smack he lands on my left cheek, quickly becoming breathless at his light taps on my clothed clit. "F-Fuck-" My back arches when he suddenly pulls away, flipping the skirt of my dress over my back and yanking my panties down in one go, "Baekhyun-" I nearly yell, knees buckling at the rough intrusion of two fingers into my wet core.

"Shh," He leans forward again, smacking my ass as his fingers pound into me, "Be a good girl for me."

I choke and scramble to find something to hold on to when he twists his wrist, curling his fingers right into my sweet spot. Neat, blunt nails lightly scratching against my clenching walls as my hands slip helplessly on the wall, "B-Baekhyun." I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut. Just when I'm at the edge and slowly lowering to the ground with shaky knees, he fucking pulls his fingers out.

At this point, the only thing keeping me on my feet is the acute annoyance I feel towards him right now.

"Bedroom." He states, slipping wet fingers past his kiss-swollen lips after I stand up and turn around to glare at him. He merely lifts a brow, hand still on my hip as he sucks obscenely loud on the slick digits; wicked tongue peeking out from his smirking lips.

Inwardly cursing him and myself, I walk further into the spacious apartment on wobbly legs. Crossing my arms once I enter the black, white and grey with a dash of red—thanks to me—styled room.

Baekhyun takes his sweet old time joining me. Slipping out of his shoes and socks before pressing me against the wall. Chest pressed to mine as he reconnects our lips, reaching down to pull my leg around his waist.

My nails dig mercilessly into his shoulders when he slides his fingers back inside me; arching my back at the addition of his thumb tapping my poor clit. One well-aimed thrust to my spot makes my knee buckle, gasping for breath and tensing up in preparation only for him to pull his fingers out again.

Baekhyun looks down at me with the darkest eyes; pupils blown wide as his hand rubs over my lower back and down to cup my ass. "You're shaking," He whispers, tightening his grip and hoisting me up into his arms before walking over to the bed. Setting me down gently with a soft kiss pressed to my lips.

I sit up to pull off my dress, "Don't you fucking dare." I hiss at his fingers walking up my thigh, crossing my quivering legs.

Baekhyun chuckles, pulling his shirt over his head, "Don't you want me to make you feel good, baby?"

"I... Yes..." Distracted by his glistening chest, I twitch at the feeling of his sneaky hand slipping between my thighs, fixing him with a glare. "Not stopping when I'm right there." I grumbled, jaw clenching at the persistent ache in my core.

"Does my baby want to come?" He coos, sliding off his leather pants before climbing onto the bed. Gaze locked on mine as he pulls my underwear off my legs.

Gulping at his predator stance, I sit like a deer caught in headlights, panting when his hands softly spread my heated thighs. His lips brushing over my inner thigh makes my back arch. "I'll literally flip if you stop again."

He hums noncommittally, leisurely leaving a trail of wet kisses up to where I need him the most. I close my eyes, trembling a little when his lip brushes over my folds.

Baekhyun hovers, and I can feel his eyes on me.

I know exactly what he wants.

Gulping again I nervously lick my lips, slowly peeling my eyes open to look back at him.

He releases his bottom lip from between his teeth, wordlessly holding up his palm in my direction with twinkling orbs.

The hot blush forming on my cheeks and small trembles in my body do nothing to ease my giddy heart as I gingerly place my shaky hand in his. Baekhyun's soft squeeze and sweet smile melts me further until he's flicking his tongue against my heated core. My grip tightens with every whimper and gasp he pulls from my lips. Barely a few minutes have gone by when my thighs start shaking again.

"Always so sweet for me," He murmurs, pulling away as I catch my breath. His warm skin brushes against my own as he leaves a trail of kisses back up to my lips, "Babe?"

Humming I blink the post-orgasm daze from my eyes, meeting his questioning orbs. Breath hitching at the feel of his cock rubbing along my thigh. "Yes," I breathe, biting my lip at his promising smile.

Baekhyun reaches over to the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom as my cheeks flush. The way he rips the packet open from between his teeth stirs the fire growing in the pit of my stomach; an unintentional tease to upcoming events—or intentional based off the knowing smirk on his equally flushed face.

I can't help but scoff at his antics, trying my best not to squirm when his cock brushes over my sensitive pussy; growing impossibly redder and wetter at the thought of the word as he insists to tease over my wet folds. I never imagined myself referring to it in that way, let alone while my boyfriend is looking down at me like I'm his last meal.

Seriously, I swear the twinkle in his eye rivals the one he reserves for hawaiian pizza right now. And the groan that escapes his lips while finally sliding his cock into my waiting core making my breath hitch… Fuck me.

I never really saw myself actually enjoying the act of sex or fucking or whatever. Yes—I will admit—I probably think about sex more times than anyone should in a day, but to actually do it? To give someone one of the most precious things to me and enjoy it on the first night? Yeah, not how I saw myself evolving. Then again, who can ever predict how their first time will go? Who can predict a Baekhyun walking into their life? Surely not I, nor how much I appreciate the slight stretch of accommodating his impressive length.

—Okay, maybe I enjoy sex with Baekhyun more than the thought of sex itself—

A noise I never thought I could make escapes my lips when he gathers my body closer to his; hips grinding at a new angle into my core with dark brown eyes watching my every move and swallowing me whole. Fuck it—yes, I definitely enjoy it with him more.

"Are you close?" He murmurs, kissing behind my ear in a way that makes me squeak.

"Y-Yes." I sigh, clutching onto his shoulders and gasping when he increases the tempo, "Fuck."

Baekhyun chuckles huskily into my ear, his breath causing goosebumps to cover my heated skin. I don't even try to stifle my moan when his cock hits my sweet spot just right. A beautiful noise of his own leaving his lips as my walls clench around him. I'm still so sensitive from earlier there is no coaxing needed to make me cum on his cock.

Baekhyun's gasp fans over the sensitive skin of my neck; a sneaky hand slipping between my legs while I'm trying to catch my own breath. My thighs tighten around his waist and hips buck from the prolonged sensations. Somehow he manages to pull one last orgasm from me as he's reaching his own; kiss swollen lips beautifully parted and head thrown back while filling the condom. There's no relaxing myself with the way he stays buried deep inside my clenching walls. If that condom wasn’t on… I quickly shake off that dangerous thought.

The feeling of Baekhyun's chest pressed to mine with our frantic heartbeats and shared breaths combined with his breathless kiss to my lips has a whole new wave of emotion bursting through my being. I love him so much it kinda hurts.

"Happy?" He muses, leaning up to run a hand through his messy hair, looking me over with those mesmerizing brown eyes of his. A soft smile playing at his lips. I don't reply, too busy trying to regulate my breathing while lying completely lax against the sheets. Not at all ashamed to take in the glorious sight of his flushed cheeks and glistening chest amidst the afterglow, and leaning up to press another kiss to his sweet mouth. “Very.” I murmur, lips curling up into a smile that matches his own.

////

There's nothing like waking up to a blarming alarm at 7:30 in the morning after a particularly long night that states “MEETING WITH THE BROS/HOES” in all caps. Especially after partying—and partaking in the “after party”—the previous night. Why did I agree to meet at the coffee shop on a Sunday morning? Oh, right.. Baekhyun was supposed to drive me back to the dorm last night…

:) Well then.

I mean, it wouldn't have been so bad if I had actually managed to get out of bed when my alarm went off this morning.

Now here I stand, hastily fixing my appearance in the reflection of the cafe window. Making sure the collar of my backless crop-top is up and freshly made curls are covering stray blemishes on my skin.

The events of last night fill my mind before I promptly shake my head, clearing my throat as I step through the door.

"Well look who it is!" A warm voice chimes. I look up from checking my outfit again to an amused Jongin, watchful Jenny, and Sehun waving like a madman from our booth. Quickly making my way across the room with red cheeks while avoiding the annoyed looks of onlookers seated around.

"Nice of you to finally join us," Jenny muses, knowing blue eyes following me as I plop down into the remaining seat next to her. "If you didn't call the other night I'd swear Baek put you in a sex-induced coma."

Snorting, I quietly take a sip from the steaming mug seated in front of me; savoring the taste of lemon ginger tea and setting it carefully back on the table. "Nothing of the sort happened."

"Really?" She squints a little, Sehun and Jongin watching on in amusement, "You got that glow about you right now."

Instinctively looking off to the left, my cheeks grow warmer at Jongin's chuckle. I can't even throw Baekhyun under the bus for how he held me up last night, or this morning; trying my best not to bite my lip. Another type of sex added to the favorites list. "I just slept really well."

"Uh, huh," Jenny nods, taking a sip of her own cup with a knowing smile on her face. "I bet you did."

"Anyway," I deflect, looking between the trio. "How are you guys? It’s been awhile."

"I'm convinced that my intern is a complete dumbass," Sehun grumbles, finishing his coffee and sitting back with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Uh, oh," I utter, trying not to smile at the petulant expression on his normally blank features, "What he do this time?"

"I caught him trying to spot check a guy doing 50 reps of bench press with 200 pounds." He tries to explain as a waitress brings over plates full of muffins fresh out the oven. Recalling a brief conversation of this particularly risk-taking kid, I can't help smiling while digging into my strawberry one. "Maybe he's good at it."

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Riley, this kid looks like a twig would be too much for him-"

"Now that's a lie," I immediately interject, pointing my fork at him. "If that was the case you would have turned him away on the spot. Did you ask him how much he lifts?" Sehun begrudgingly nods, lips still childishly pursed. "Good, now give the poor kid more credit. He's probably stronger than you think."

"But-"

"Have a little faith in him," I soothe. "If you're really worried then make sure you are there next time to observe and intervene if needed, but you have to let him do something." I emphasize, "So he can improve."

Sehun sits quietly for a few minutes, thinking it over as the rest of us fuss over the arrangement of identical glasses and sneaky hands (Jongin) stealing food from others' plates. "Damn it, why do you have to be right."

"Comes with the territory." I grin, referring to our matching stickers childishly stuck to the back of our phone cases. It happened during a recent drunken night at the newest bar in town. Donkey and Shrek; some days I'm one of them and oftentimes he's the other.

"Just my luck to befriend an intellectually logical yet empathic person," He mumbles, sipping his coffee with a small smile quirking at his lips.

"That's best friend to you!" I retort, glaring at his mischievous smirk before turning to Jongin. "How bout you man? What's cooking?"

His brow raises, amusement shining in his eyes at my poor attempt to not laugh at my own joke. "The kids got a residual coming up," He utters, thoughtfully chewing on a piece of strawberry muffin I swear he took from the top of mine.

"Oh?" I hum, taking the extra muffin Sehun offers me before blinking in realization. "Oh! Really? When is it?"

"This Saturday," A certain kind of sparkle is in his normally brooding eyes, small smile on display. "It's the last one before school starts."

"Yeah," I wince, staring down into my swirling mug with a frown, "Don't remind me. I still got books to get."

"What year will you be in this year?" Jongin inquires, brow raised when I only give him a deadpan look. "What?"

"Really?"

He shrugs, "How am I supposed to know what year you’re in?"

"Anyway!" Jenny chirps while I take another sip of my drink, judging him over the rim of my mug. "There's a party going on at Jongdae's this Friday." Her eyes are already lighting up at the thought of what she's planning to wear—or at the prospect of having an excuse to be with a certain brunet for the entire evening. "Are you going?"

Humming a bit in thought, I lightly shake my head, setting my drink down. "I think I'll pass."

"But why?" She protests, puppy eyes in full effect while I quickly avert my eyes. I'm not about to fall for that trick again. "...It isn't because of Baekhyun, is it?"

My neck cracks a little as I whip around to face her; temples pulsing with a painful whiplash, "And why would Baekhyun have anything to do with it?"

"Bro, you are like attached at the hip," Jongin states with a raised brow, idly twirling a spoon around his fingertips.

"Has he been to a party since he moved?" Sehun lifts his head from the phone in his hands, slipping it into his back pocket when I give him the side-eye.

"Well-" I pause, thinking back over the past two months. They are kind of right in a way. I spend more time having lunch dates in Baekhyun's office than sleeping in on Saturday mornings. There's more of my clothes neatly stacked on the left side of his closet than my own back at the dorms. And I swear I didn't purposely stash his favorite black hoodie in my backpack...

(I did. I totally did and I don't know when I'll give it back).

"…No," I conclude, stirring my drink.

Sehun makes a ‘mmhm’ noise, leaning back in his seat while Jongin snorts, shooting me a knowing look. "The wild princess changing playboy Baekhyun's ways."

I scowl as Jenny nods, throwing an arm over my shoulders with the cheekiest smile, "Who would have thought, right?"

"You all suck." I groan, hiding within my folded arms on the table. "...I'm going."

"Yes!" Jenny squeals, clapping her hands in glee and outstretching one out to the shell-shocked man across from her, "Pay up, Jongin."

"Riley, I was rooting for you." He protests, handing a 20 over with a disappointed frown.

I merely look over at Sehun, raising a brow when he's quick to hold up his hands. "I wouldn't. You're very 50/50 lately."

"Oh that's very reassuring," I grumble, sipping my warm drink; not fighting the smile curling at the corners of my lips. "Good thing I bought that new dress."

"What!?" Jenny gasps, lightly shoving my shoulder when my smile just widens. "I swear you never wear the same dress."

"Perks of having a CEO boyfriend," Jongin muses, washing down a muffin with some coffee.

"Nah," I set the empty mug back on the table, shaking my head. "I saved up a lot from my part-time job."

"Part-time job?" Jenny inquires, lowering her phone down to her lap while looking at me. "When did you get one of those?"

"She had one before school," Sehun explains, continuing after my agreeing hum; giving him a thumbs up with a mouthful of muffin. "A well-off flower shop, I believe."

"Wow." Jenny blinks, narrowing her eyes at me. "You're just full of surprises."

"It was nice," I mumble, dabbling my lips with a napkin, "Besides the fact I have mild pollen allergy."

Jongin snorts and I grin, enduring Sehun's amusement and Jenny's continuous scoldings as the morning sun rises higher in the sky.

I checked my makeup in the mirror one last time: a fierce copper glitter, smokey eye look to match my sexy black lace sleeveless dress with see-through sides. The form-fitting material complementing my every curve. Even lingerie is out of the question with this daring dress, but I have no fear. Stretch marks can't be easily seen in the dim lighting of a drunken party, and my lips are coated in a glossy pink shade to not kill too many men in the crowd tonight.

Leaning away from the mirror while recapping my gloss, I set it down next to my phone that lights up with a notification.

I miss you （>﹏<）♡o(╥﹏╥)o ♥♡

8:28pm

Giggling with an adoring smile, I maneuver around my baby pink manicured nails to type a response.

I miss you too, baby. Take care at the office, okay?

The day is almost over! 4 more hours to go. You can do it :***

8:30pm

A few heart emojis shared later and a knock sounds at the door. I grab my phone, sparkly golden clutch and walk over with even strides; the clinks of my nude high heels against the floor blooming more confidence in my chest. The sight of a familiar head of blue hair greets me on the other side of the doorway.

"Hey," Jenny perks up, spinning around, "You ready?" One look at my outfit and she smirks, raising an eyebrow knowingly as I take in her matching cocktail dress. "Oh honey, we are going to be sharks tonight."

Giggling I loop my arm around hers, our respective heels clicking down the residential apartment complex halls.

"So," She adjusts her hair in the reflection of the elevator, carefully pulling curls from inside of her dangling turquoise earrings. "What are your plans for tonight?"

"Plans?" I raise a brow, briefly meeting her gaze while meticulously evening out my gloss in my handheld mirror.

"Dancing, drinking, going home early," She lists off her turquoise manicured nails with a nod, nonchalantly leaning against the railing on the far wall. "Did you even tell Baekhyun you were going out tonight?"

A chill goes down my spine as I put my things away, and I don't know why. "Tell him?" I chuckle, rubbing my goosebump covered arms.

Jenny continues to nod, long nails tapping rapidly across her phone. "Mhm." She hums, voice filled with a level of concern that has my head tilting in confusion. "He's a worrier, you know?"

My brows furrow at that. "...It'll be fine," I mumble after a minute, trying to convince myself. Based on the look she shoots my way it didn't reassure her either. "Besides, he's working late tonight," My heart sinks a little at the reminder; I shrug it off. "I won't see him til the morning anyway."

She meets my eye over the illuminated screen of her phone; perfectly shaped brow raised. "If you're sure."

"Yes, Jen." I stress in exaggeration, placing my cold hands on my hips. "What's the worst that can happen?"

She says nothing as the double doors open, quietly putting away her phone as we exit side by side. A gust of wind meets us the instant we step outside.

"Maybe he's over it..." I hear her mutter under her breath.

The screeching of tires startles us before I can say anything. A familiar shiny black Mercedes pulls up to the curb; bass booming from the cranked up stereo speakers.

"Ready ladies?" Jongin's smirking face appears through the rolled down window; his arm resting comfortably on the window seal, free hand gesturing to his vehicle. "Your chariot awaits."

Jenny scoffs as I muffle a giggle. Before we can take a step forward, another voice rings out over the music.

"Get in already! You're letting out all the cold air." Sehun complains.

A scoff leaves me at that. "You're not the one navigating stilettos, Oh!" I yell right back, climbing into the backseat as Jenny takes the passenger side; her laughter filling up the spacious car.

Jongdae's party wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be. The usual partygoers were there except for talented bartender Minseok, brooding Kyungsoo, enthusiastic Chanyeol, and of course Baekhyun. Such a little difference left a major impact in the handling of drinks, (I had to run down to the convenience store with Sehun to get him to buy us dr pepper and a bottle of cheap vodka to share. Perks of being 21). The selection of music—I honestly never knew that techno dubstep could leave my head pounding harder than any hard liquor. And the state of the dance floor… Between the crushed solo cups and unidentifiable fluids littering the wooden floors, it's a far cry from any event Baekhyun has had.

"Shit." I hiss, clutching my throbbing knee. Struggling to insert the key into the apartment door while balancing on one unsteady foot. The door is yanked open before I can make a third attempt. I blink, slowly lifting my eyes up to a disheveled Baekhyun; his silver hair in a disarray and white dress shirt partially unbuttoned. My heart skips at the sight; a smile soon forming on my lips, "Baekhyunee-"

He steps out the reach of my open arms, swiftly turning to head back inside, leaving the door open.

I hover in the doorway for a moment with a frown, feeling a bit apprehensive while stepping over the threshold. Maybe it was a bad day at the office? His subordinates have been giving him a hard time lately, making decisions without his approval only to leave him to fix their mess in the end. Plus the rumors of a mole trying to catch a peek at his upcoming fashion line designs isn’t ideal. With great power comes great responsibility... I don't know how Baekhyun does it.

I peek inside to find him pacing the wooden floor with heavy footsteps. His neighbors surely won't like that.

"Where were you?" He stops in the middle of the living room, watching me with keen eyes. There's nothing exciting about the darkness I find there.

"Where was I?" I mumble quietly, gently pulling the door closed behind me. Hesitating to even lock it.

"Where were you?" He steps closer and it takes everything in me not to recoil under his predatory stance. Frustration clear in his voice with a sense of poorly concealed panic in his eyes.

What's wrong? I want to ask; worriedly glancing over the obvious exhaustion written all over his face.

"Why haven't you been returning my calls?" His wild gestures towards his device innocently sitting on the arm of the couch remind me of my own tucked away in my clutch; still on airplane mode. His black blazer is even left in a heap on the floor. "How are you going to ask to spend the night yet when I come back you're-"

"I went out," I simply shrug with a twitch of my lips; guilt and slight annoyance bubbling in my chest at the doubtful expression forming on his tired face. "It's a Friday night, Baekhyun."

"Without telling me?" He points to himself. "No call, text or anything?" His eyes trail over my person, hovering over my new dress; brown eyes indifferent instead of the awe I wanted to find there. He scoffs after a moment, shaking his head. "Very responsible of you."

"I'm sorry?" I laugh a little in disbelief fighting the urge to hide away from his scrutinizing gaze. "What are you, my father?"

"Sometimes it feels like it." He grits out, lips curling up into a mocking smile.

My hands drop down to my sides at that. "If you were so worried," I continue despite the bad taste in my mouth; crossing my arms and staring him down, "You could have contacted Jenny."

"How do I know you were with her?" He chuckles bitterly, roughly running a hand through his ruffled hair. A disgusted look crossing his face as he spits out, "How do I know you weren't out fucking Jong-"

"Excuse me?" I breathe, placing a hand to my chest with wide eyes; my heart somewhere between being shattered at my feet and beneath the lump forming in my throat.

He pauses, suddenly at a loss for words before spinning on his heel.

"Oh no." I chuckle at his audacity. "Finish that sentence, Baek. Go ahead." My voice is sugar sweet while following him to the hallway; steadily deepening with my building rage. "Go a fucking head."

He stops, deciding to get in my face then. Looking me over in disdain and hissing venomously. "You were out fucking Jongin."

"Do you have a height complex or something...?" I chuckle in disbelief, hand on my hip while pushing him back with the other. "Don't come accusing me of anything just because of your insecurities." Lifting my chin, I murmur. "You either talk to me like a fucking adult or I let you talk to the wall because I am sick of your shit."

"I'm sick of you too," He shoots back, hurt clear in his glistening brown eyes, swiftly turning to storm off down the end of the hallway.

A tired sigh leaves my lips while shaking my pounding head; feeling a headache coming on. "You promised not to go to bed angry!" I yell after him, leaning against the wall to tug off my annoying heels.

"I'm not angry." He growls, slamming the door to the guest bedroom shut.

I jolt at the startling noise, rubbing the back of my neck; muttering sourly under my breath. "Not angry my ass..."

We barely speak a word to each other for the rest of the weekend. He either leaves a room every time I enter it or downright acts like I'm not even there. Patience wearing thin, I repack my overnight bag shoved deep under the bottom of his bed from months of being unused and start sleeping back at the dorms. Although it is rightfully my room too, I still feel like I'm guiltily crashing there with how much I've been gone lately. Jenny doesn't mind though.

"I've missed the company." She reassures, helping me apply a face mask.

"...Do you think I was being unreasonable?" I mumble, looking down at the container in my hands.

Her sigh is a long one. "Well." She nods, smoothing the cream out on my skin, "The height comment was below the belt. And you could have shot him a text."

"I had my phone on silent..." I mumble in remorse, glancing over the 30 worry-filled messages and 5 calls he sent to me the other night. Not a peep has been heard out of him since, not even when I reminded him where the cute teapot set is for his adorable tuesday tea time…

"You were a bit harsh. But." She continues, raising her clean hand when I begin to object, "He had no right accusing you of cheating." The disgusted look on her face matches the tone in her voice. "Like what the fuck? Who cheats on the best dick in town-"

"Jenny!"

"Kidding!" She laughs, dodging my hand, sporting a serious expression again. "In all seriousness. Baekhyun has trust issues…" She trails off, blinking before I can identify the odd look in her eyes. "And sadly, I'm not surprised."

"Really?" I keep still as she nods, applying more cream across my forehead. "...Do you know what happened?"

She winces, gently taking the container from my hands. "I think it is something you should ask him about yourself." She mumbles, avoiding my gaze.

Sighing, I nod, leaning forward to apply some cream across her nose. The information—or lack thereof—is stuck in my head for days afterwards.

Yeah, nearly a whole damn week goes by before I hear from Baekhyun's stubborn ass again… And I end up being the one to make the first move.

It took ten agonizing minutes of debating with myself before daring to press the first number on my speed dial. Desperate times calls for desperate measures… And I'm this close to losing it.

"Hello?"

I release a shaky breath, heart pounding in my ears. Just that word alone eases a bit of the tight feeling in my chest. I have never, ever been more grateful to hear his voice as I pace the luxurious lobby; anxiously glancing up at the intimidating label of Park's Publishing on the far wall. Trying my hardest not to bite on my freshly white-tipped nails.

"Riley?" He speaks up, bringing me out of my unrelenting thoughts, "...Baby?"

"B-Baekhyun." I whimper, fist clenched by my side; fighting the urge to wrinkle my perfectly ironed pencil skirt, or worse, bolt.

A distant voice says something unidentifiable and a door closes before he speaks again; honey voice closer than before, "What is it? What's wrong?"

A tiny noise barely escapes my shaking lips; I plop myself down on a leather chair. "I don't think I can do this." I gasp out, tears stinging behind my eyes.

"Do what?" He continues a bit frantic, rustling papers sounding over the line, “Tell me what's going on, baby. Where are you?"

My voice barely reaches a whisper. "I-Interview."

The rustling stops and he releases a deep sigh; going quiet. It snaps me out of my panicked daze and riles me up in a fit all over again.

"I-I'm sorry," I blabber, rapidly blinking back tears, "You must be busy and I shouldn't-"

"Baby," He soothes and I pause, listening to his voice. "Listen to me."

I nod wordlessly, taking in his every word.

"You are going to do amazing." He begins. "You're going to go in there, answer their questions and blow them away with your input." He insists, that CEO persona in his voice. "They are going to love you and you are going to get that position. Do you hear me?"

"Y-Yes," I whisper, clutching onto the phone.

"Good. You got this," He softens, smile being heard through his voice, "I believe in you, okay?"

"Okay," I hush, bashfully fiddling with the bottom of my skirt; peeking over at the waving secretary trying to get my attentionand straightening up, "I-I got to go. It's time…"

"They are gonna love you baby," He shushes. "But not more than I do."

A smile makes its way to my lips; my heart racing for a different reason entirely. Even when in the middle of a cold war, he still manages to make my heart flutter. "Thank you, Baekhyun." His reassuring hum resonates in my being; warming me up from my sore feet to my cold fingertips.

With quick partings, I hang up the phone and make my way over to the secretary standing by a door. Taking a deep breath before entering the spacious room. Let the games begin.

Three days later, I get an email in the middle of lunch; damn near sending Sehun's poor ham sandwich flying across the room.

"Sehun!!" I squeal, jumping out my seat; phone in hand.

"Wha—What?!!" He exclaims, trying to stop me from excitedly slapping his arms.

"Sehun!!!! I-" He finally catches my hand making me pause, taking a look around the silent cafe. Onlookers watching us with their brows raised. "Just a job interview. Carry on." Turning back to him with red cheeks, I quietly shout, "I got the job!"

His eyes widen before I'm pulled into a bear hug, my laughter muffled in the soft fabric of his black t-shirt.

Everyone is elated at the news, congratulating me at our next meet up in Minseok's new bar. The atmosphere is homey despite all the new faces.

"Congrats man," Chanyeol claps a hand on my shoulder in passing, smiling over the glass of bourbon in his hand while taking the seat next to Sehun. My best friend fist bumps me from the left side of the table before turning to the grinning man.

"Thanks, bro," I chuckle, watching Minseok work on the countertop in the distance with my chin in my palm. Many regulars chat him up over strong shots and fruity cocktails. "He sure is the favorite here, huh?"

"Oh yeah," Chanyeol nods while Jenny leans in across the other side of the table to whisper in my ear. "Although he doesn't play for any team."

"Really?" I whisper back with wide eyes, smiling at her confirming nod. "Good for him then."

"Excuse me, coming through." Minseok’s cheery voice is easy to hear amongst the lively bar chatter, sporting that signature smile of his; a tray full of drinks clutched firmly in his hands. "Order for table four!" He beams, setting the drinks in front of us. The usual for me, brandy for Sehun, and a Sex on the Beach for Jenny. "What's the special occasion, hmm?" He teases, rubbing his hands on the towel at his waist.

"Don't act like you don't check the group chat," Chanyeol complains, looking over at the chuckling man as he takes the empty seat across from him. Jenny scoots over to give him more room. "Riley got her first major job."

"Really?" He continues to smile, a twinkle in his eye while glancing over at me. "The baby grew huh?"

"She has left the nest." Sehun nods, ruffling my hair despite my protests; arching a brow at Jenny. "Where are Jongin and Baekhyun by the way? I understand Jongdae, but-"

"Oh would you look at that," She looks over her shoulder towards the door behind me with a relieved smile, drawing my attention there as well. "You talked them up."

Two familiar figures step into the bar, each with grim expressions on their faces as a third, shorter one is revealed when they reach the rest of us at the table. —Or well, more like the two tables we pushed together (not the least bit quiet either, might I add. Thanks Chanyeol).

"Kyungsoo?" I inquire, eyes widening at the bouquet of yellow roses, pink Peruvian lilies, purple irises, and red gladiolus flowers. Taking the small bottle of cheerwine he also hands me with a small gasp.

"Hey," He smiles a little, softly patting my hand resting on the back of my chair. "Didn't want to come empty-handed."

“Thank you,” I beam, setting the flowers on the table before opening the bottle carefully; pouring some into a spare shot glass Chanyeol slides across the table.

"Congratulations, Doll." Jongin mumbles, hands stuffed deep inside the pockets of his black slacks. Keeping a fair distance between us.

The smile I send his way is an apologetic one; especially with the pair of eyes watching us like a hawk. "Thanks, bro," I mutter as he walks on to take a seat; that sinking feeling once again filling my chest.

"Hey," An unmistakable voice whispers in my ear.

I turn a bit towards Baekhyun, smiling politely despite the chaste kiss he presses to my forehead. "Hi."

He pulls out the chair next to me while I pretend to focus on the conversation Chanyeol, Jongin, and Sehun are having across the table about the boring subject of weight lifting. Trying hard not to think about how adorable he looks with a black blazer, white dress shirt, and that matching bow-tie around his neck. Gorgeous silver hair styled in a subtle—yet just as knee-weakening—comma hairstyle.

"How have you been?" Baekhyun softly murmurs, his voice nearly drowned out by everything around us.

"I can bench press more than the both of you combined!"

"Shut up, Yeol."

"I've been okay," Smiling lightly, I turn back to my neglected drink to avoid his eye; idly wiping away condensation from the side of the cold glass. My attention instantly snatched away by a familiar hand gently taking mine away from the object.

"Can we talk after this?" His voice is barely above a hush, only loud enough for me to hear. The gleam of sincerity in his tired eyes has my heart aching and soaring at the same time.

I take a swig of my drink, simply nodding despite the burn, "Sure."

He watches me for a moment, seeming to be looking for something beyond my nonchalant expression; probably trying to see past the walls I've put up. A small sigh falls from his lips, the warm pillows shortly pressing a soft kiss to the back of my hand, "Okay."

He doesn't let go of my hand, choosing to tangle our fingers together before setting them on his thigh. The warmth on my cheeks is not coming from the gentle strokes of his thumb on my skin or the sweet tingle that kiss left in its wake. Nope. Not at all.

Gradually, the conversation at the table switches to more lighthearted topics. Everyone pitching in with little tidbits of their daily lives as if sensing the tension between the quietest men among us. Even Kyungsoo goes into detail about the newest dish added to the menu of his restaurant.

Baekhyun's shoulder looks comfier by the second with every sip of cherry soda and bold vodka I take. A particularly hilarious story of Chanyeol's sends me reeling; hiding my face in his gorgeous neck. His little shiver when my lips accidentally brush over his warm skin doesn't go unnoticed by me.

Baekhyun meets my gaze, his brown eyes darker than they were before as his tongue glides over his bottom lip; pink lips curling up into a knowing little smirk at my unwavering stare.

"Hey, guys!" A light voice chimes, a soothing timbre that sails above the bar chatter like an unsuspecting breeze; breaking us out of our little bubble.

Just about everyone at the table turns to the newcomer with wide eyes. Sehun and I share the same confused look before I slightly twist around in my chair to see.

"Yixing?" Baekhyun's eyes are wide, brows soon furrowing at the three unexpected people approaching our table. A tall man with kind eyes and raven hair is accompanied by an equally stunning woman, her black hair falling to her mid-waist. Minseok gets up to make room for the all-too-familiar brunet striding in front with a satisfied smirk on his face. "Sora? Dae? I didn’t know you all were coming…"

"Hi, Baekhyunnie," Sora damn near purrs, red-painted fingertips brushing his shoulder as she walks by with Yixing by her side. The oblivious man envied while I blink slowly, eyes narrowed closely on her smug form; recognition taking longer than I'd like to set in. It's the secretary Baekhyun supposedly fired. But wait… Weren't there two of them?...

"It's about time everyone meets your girlfriend, Baek." Jongdae drawls, smiling innocently enough while taking his seat. Gleefully twinkling eyes glancing over at Jenny when she smacks his arm, giving him a warning glare.

A few more drinks in and everyone seems to relax; easy going inhibitions and loosened mouths. Now we've moved on to telling old college stories. Minseok is currently recalling a time a classmate had mistaken him for being her star quarterback boyfriend.

"He acted as if he'd beat him to a pulp not knowing that Minseok is actually made of steel." Yixing grins lopsidedly in humor, head tilted to inspect the contents swirling within his glass.

"I challenged him to arm wrestling once." Chanyeol reminisces with a shiver, taking a gulp of his second refill. "Never again."

"Bro, this man could toss you over his shoulder and run a mile, I swear." Jongin's tone has a hint of a whine to it, elbows holding his weight upon the table directly across from Baek. Kyungsoo is quick to slide their glasses out the way of his clumsy hand gestures.

"Sure," Sehun mutters, half-lidded eyes rolling in exaggeration.

"I know from experience..." Jongin grumbles, a hilariously offended look on his face.

I laugh quietly, catching Minseok's eye. "Easy as pie," He smirks behind the rim of his glass, lifting it in a playful cheer and winking mischievously.

"Easy for you to say," Chanyeol full-on complains, the large distance kept between him and Sora causes his arm to constantly bump into Sehun. "Remember that time you slipped off the pier? I almost broke my back tryna pull you back up!"

I laugh harder, having to cling onto Baekhyun's arm before I fall out of my chair, a burning stare makes my eyes drift over to Jongdae.

The table seems to settle down, everyone looking at the narrowed eyed man as well.

"Hey Jongdae, you good man?" Minseok jokes, tentatively nudging his side.

The brunet comes out of his trance, throwing his head back in that rambunctious laughter that never leads to anything good. "Oh yeah." He grins, words noticeably slurred. "Please forgive me, I was just struck by deja vu." His eyes drag over to Baekhyun, curled lip smile widening in glee. "Isn't this scenario familiar to you Baek?" His voice dips in emphasis on the word ‘familiar’ as if it's a hint to an inside joke. "Very very familiar."

"O-kay," Jenny steps in hurriedly as I feel Baekhyun stiffen; she reaches for the shot glass clutched in Jongdae's palms. "I think you’d had enough-"

"How is she, by the way?" He brushes her off, sending the glass falling over onto the table; contents spilled while Minseok is quick to catch it before it hits the floor. "Have you heard from her lately? I mean, she sure is pretty active in our old group chat-"

Chanyeol and Jongin stand up, assisting her in hoisting him up before escorting a blabbering Jongdae outside; the brunet practically a dead-weight. Apologizes are directed to everyone they accidentally bump into along the way; Kyungsoo shortly following behind to help. The worried yet knowing look they all share while stepping out the door is imprinted on my mind. Along with the fact both my potential rides are gone unless I plan to catch a cab with Sehun...

"Want me to drive you home?" Baekhyun murmurs quietly after a while, soft lips caressing the shell of my ear.

I try my best not to shiver, turning to him with what I hope is my best pleading eyed expression. An incoming headache and the desire to sleep it off overpowering all other thoughts as I meet his warm brown orbs, "Please?"

Based on the way his eyes soften even more, I think it worked. "Come on." He offers his hand, smiling a little when I stumble trying to get off of my high chair.

A gust of wind blows just as we step out into the busy street. Baekhyun wordlessly places his blazer on my shoulders. A small smile curls my lips at the gesture; widening further when his warm hand searches for mine, tucking our joined hands into his pocket. His secure hold makes my heart race while we walk to his car parked at a meter on the other side of the road.

"Thank you," I mumble as he opens the passenger door, hiding my heated cheeks in the fabric of his blazer. Heart exhilarating at the lingering scent of vanilla, laundry detergent, and him. I take my phone off of airplane mode once settled in the comfortable leather seat.

Just as we pull off the curb, a loud ding! disrupts the quiet atmosphere. I pull my phone from my hoodie pocket, eyes widening at the messages that come streaming in.

"What is it?" Baekhyun asks curiously with a brief glance, noting the look on my face.

"It's...mom," I mumble, blinking sluggishly; squinting a little at the bright screen. "She's asking when I plan to visit."

"Ahh..." He hums, fingers tapping on the steering wheel. We fall quiet once again, nothing heard except the late-night traffic, low radio volume, and my nails tapping away on my phone screen.

"I wouldn't mind meeting your mom," He mumbles after awhile.

My head snaps over to him at that, neck painfully cracking from the sharp movement. "What?"

"I wouldn't mind meeting your mom." He looks over at me at a red light. "What?" His tone is softer, uncertainty filling his eyes. "Do you not want me to-"

"No!" I interject a bit too hurriedly, backtracking at the doubtful expression playing on his handsome features. "I mean, it's not that. I just…"

He tilts his head, slivers locks of hair concealing the emotion in his brown orbs, "Just?"

"I never brought a guy home," I grumble, shifting my eyes to the view of city lights from the passenger window.

"I'd be the first?" His voice is that soft hush again, tip-toeing around questions as if I will snap at him at any moment.

"Not if you keep being an insufferable peacock," I cross my arms, sinking further down into the comfy leather seat as his wide brown eyes flick over to me.

"...I deserve that," He mumbles, lips poked out in the tiniest pout.

Taking a long look at his sulking side profile, I sigh at his slumped shoulders and the now “scolded” child-like expression on his face; turning more towards him. "Can we talk now?” Catching his eye, I elaborate. "Like really talk? This habit of going days without talking to each other cannot continue if we are going to be together, Baekhyun."

I swear I heard him utter a disgruntled, “why not?” under his breath, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

"We are both adults here, Baek." Tucking my buzzing phone back into my pocket, I gently place my hand on his free one, interlocking our fingers. "We have to talk, listen, and compromise if we want to be healthy and not end up hating each other." Feeling him tense up, I rub my thumb over his knuckles, adding softly, "I really want us to work, but we can't keep going on this way…" I swallow hard, trying to work around the lump in my throat and tightness building up in my chest; directing my blurry eyes down to my hands. "It hurts, Baekhyun."

The car jerks violently just as I finish my sentence. I brace myself against the seat, meeting his brooding eyes with my confused ones. He's cupping my face to pull me into a deep kiss before I can say anything. The way his soft pillows slowly dance with mine causes my heart rate to escalate. Beating so loud I fear he'd hear it or feel it through his warm palms.

I pull away after a while; searching his brown orbs for answers as he caresses my cheek, leaning forward to press a kiss to my nose that leaves my feelings in an even bigger disarray.

"We will." His tone is gentle, yet firm, eyes never straying away from my own. "We will talk, just…" He falters, gaze shifting off to the side, blinking away a foreign look too soon for me to identify it before focusing his tired orbs back onto me. "Trust me, okay?"

Finding determination and a plea within those puppy eyes, I nod, keeping a resigned sigh to myself while placing my hand over his own on my cheek.

"Okay…" He seems to relax, lips brushing over mine before he moves to sit properly in the driver’s seat; starting the car back up. The journey to the dorms is spent in comfortable silence. Fingers intertwined and wild hearts in sync.

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#bbh-net #Baekhyun smut #Baekhyun fluff #Baekhyun angst #Baekhyun romance #Six Phases

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Snapshots of Life

A/N: You can read this as a oneshot or as part of my snapshots of life series

The Proposal: Marry You

What was that cheesy 80’s song you had introduced Bucky to a while back? “Walkin’ on Sunshine”? Yeah, that was the one. Walking on Sunshine perfectly described how Bucky was feeling right now. He looked down at your sleeping form, curled up into him and his body heat and he swore he could feel the dumbest looking smile creeping onto his face but he didn’t care.

He didn’t care because when he looked down at you, your ring finger caught the sunlight and while normally that wouldn’t have been a big deal, today it was. He stared at the mesmerizing oval cut yellow garnet ring that sat on your finger. A simple gold band held it all together and Bucky felt tears prick in his eyes. When he first went ring shopping he wasn’t sure what to get you because everything just seemed so cold and insincere. So unlike you. But then he saw that ring, that brilliant garnet ring, and it hit him.

You were his warmth and his sunshine, his compassion and his strength, radiance and beauty were second nature to you. When he saw that ring he knew it belonged to you, it would be like coming home. That was the ring he was meant to give you. When he asked you, you choked up, so overwhelmed with emotion. Bucky was scared he had done something wrong. But then you had nodded your head so vigorously Bucky thought it might fall off. He was so elated that he wasn’t sure the sound he let out was human at all. But it didn’t matter because you had said yes. For the first time in a long time Bucky knew what his future would hold, you.

Reluctantly, he removed himself from your warmth and got out of bed. He wanted to do something special for you, his fiancee. Not bothering to throw on a shirt, he made his way to the kitchen with only his black sweatpants on. He ran a hand through his growing locks and let out a tired yawn. He rounded the corner and saw Steve waiting for him, a cup of coffee in front of him and the newspaper opened in his lap.

“How’d last night go?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows. “I’m assuming from the amount of noise I heard she said yes.”

“Hey, watch it punk.” Bucky retorted, mock admonishment clear in his voice. He made his way towards the coffee Steve had made and poured himself a mug, then sat down opposite his best friend.

“You know,” Steve began after a beat, “I never did ask.”

“Ask what?” Bucky questioned, drawing the mug to his lips and taking a much needed sip. The bitter liquid worked its way over Bucky’s taste buds and down his throat, marginally waking him up.

“When you decided you wanted to marry her. When did you know?”

Bucky chuckled, looking in the direction of where you were sleeping wistfully.

”C’mon darlin, we’re gonna be late.” Bucky called out to you, fixing his cuff links for what felt like the millionth time.

“I’m almost done.” You shouted back from the bathroom. Why it took you so long to get ready Bucky would never know. To him, you looked perfect in whatever you did, or didn’t, wear.

Bucky looked in the mirror and straightened his bow tie once more. Really doing anything to keep his hands from pulling his hair out of the low bun you had put it in for the gala. He knew if he messed it up he would never hear the end of it. He was just about to call out to you again when you appeared before him, the perfect vision in silver.

The floor length gown caught his eye immediately. With a beaded bodice, flowy skirt, and subtle leg slit, you were sin wrapped in a beautiful package. Your dark painted lips did a good job at drawing his eyes to your mouth. He walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“Is this what took you so long?” He teased, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. Lust blown pupils stared back at you surrounded by a thing ring of ice blue. Your favorite look of his.

“I would’ve been longer, but I wanted you to help me with the finishing touch.” You replied, voice low as not to disrupt the atmosphere. You produced a small velvet box from your hands and placed it in Bucky’s large palm. He opened the box questioningly to reveal the blue sapphire droplet earrings Bucky had gotten you for your anniversary. “Wanna help me put them on?” You questioned innocently.

“Come here.” Bucky whispered to you as he walked you over to the full mirror he had stood in front of no more than five minutes ago. You watched as his large frame came in front of yours and focused on the task at hand. You felt him place the right earring gently in your ear and then lay a gentle kiss to your jawline.

“Perfect.” He murmured into your skin as he moved to your left ear. He repeated his actions and then moved himself behind you and looked into your eyes from the mirror. His large arms encircled your waist as he began to place hot kisses along your exposed shoulder.

“Bucky,” You whined, “We’re gonna be late.”

“What’s five more minutes?” He questioned, slowly but gently taking down one of the straps of your gown.

Your breath hitched as you grasped at his neck from behind. Looking in the mirror was the wrong thing to do. Your nearly immaculate imagine didn’t match how much of a mess you were inside. You could see Bucky’s metal hand trailing down your dress-clad front. But you both really needed to be at this gala.

“Please, Buck.” You rasped into the open air. With a not so subtle groan, Bucky let you go and placed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Shall we?” He questioned, offering you his bent arm.

Funny enough, that sensual interaction between the two of you wasn’t what made Bucky know he wanted to marry you, no, that came later.

The gala had long since ended for everyone except the team. Who had decided to raid the open bar and take over the music. Bucky watched as you discarded your shoes with a hint of relief on your face. He didn’t know why you bothered wearing heels if you hated them so much.

“Buuuuuuucky.” You drunkenly shouted from the other side of the vast ballroom.

“Yeah sweetheart?” He teased back. Your rare drunkenness amusing to him.

“Dance with me!!” You hollered back, already swaying your body to a phantom beat.

Bucky loosened his tie so that it was laying undone around his shirt collar. He was nursing a tumbler of scotch in his hands, feeling the condensation slowly make its way down his palm. “Maybe in a bit, right now I’ll just watch you.” He answered, raising his glass to you in a toast.

“Ugh, fine!” You lamented. Your lips had the makings of a frown on them before Natasha changed the song and then your frown was long forgotten. You squealed in delight and clapped your hands as your brain registered the familiar notes. “Oh I love this song.” You commented to nobody in particular as you started dancing.

It’s a beautiful night, we’re lookin’ for something dumb to do. Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you.

Bucky really did try to pay attention to what Sam and Steve were talking about next to him but it was damn near impossible. His eyes kept roaming back to you. You were so damn distracting it hurt. You didn’t get drunk often but when you did, boy were you a sight. He had never seen you as blithe and laid back as you were now. Arms raised above your head and moving to the beat of whatever song was on, Bucky couldn’t really hear it. He was only focused on the sounds of pure joy that left your mouth. Wordlessly, he placed his scotch back on the bar, kicked off his own too tight dress shoes, and walked over to you. He never was much of a dancer, but that didn’t really matter to him. Not when you were so inviting.

“Bucky!” You exclaimed as you launched yourself into his arms. He caught you with ease and chuckled into your neck, breathing in your scent. The perfume you decided to wear tonight was another gift from him. Citrus and honey flooded his senses. He gently placed you back on your feet. You shouted in glee as another ‘favorite song’ of yours came on.

Is it the look in your eyes? Or is it this dancing juice? Who cares baby

Bucky couldn’t help but twirl you to the easy melody. Watching as giggle after giggle erupted from your chest and a faint blush worked its way onto your skin. From the alcohol or from the dancing, Bucky wasn’t sure. But one thing his was painfully aware of, instantly, was that he was overwhelmed by how much he loved you. How in the past year and a half you had managed to make him feel more alive than he was sure he felt in his entire existence.

I think I wanna marry you.

Bucky gasped at the thought. But it made so much sense. He couldn’t see himself with anyone else, whenever he pictured his future, you were always in it. No doubt about it. Watching your enthusiasm and passion in the simple act of dancing with him was enough to solidify his belief. Bucky Barnes was going to ask you to marry him.

Steve chuckled as his folded his unread newspaper on the table.

“What?” Bucky questioned, refocusing his attention back on Steve.

“You’ve got it bad.” Steve replied, smiling and shaking his head slightly.

“Yeah, I do.” Bucky responded, eyes shifting to your sleepy form, having just emerged from the hallway. “Mornin’ doll.” He acknowledged, grinning at you like the love drunk man he was.

“Hi fiance.” You responded, flashing him your ring with an infectious smile on your face. That one three syllable word lodged itself into Bucky’s heart. He could get used to that word, but he couldn’t wait for the next one. Husband.

It’s a beautiful night, we’re lookin for something dumb to do. Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you.

#snapshots of life #bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #song fic #marry you #bruno mars

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peter-parkourwrites · 4 years

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Lose You To Love Me (one shot)

1940’s Bucky x Reader

Based off of the song, Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

Warnings: mentions of getting shot, literally all angst, if you squint fluff

Word Count: 2k

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We'd always go into it blindly

I needed to lose you to find me

This dancing was killing me softly

I needed to hate you to love me, yeah

You had met James Barnes on a humid and foggy night in Brooklyn, July 1st, 1939.

One Year Before Drating

Your friend’s Alice and Rose has decided dragging you out of your house to go out for a night on the town, drinks, dancing, the whole shebang!

When you had stepped out in your baby blue colored dress, the one with the white ribbon tied around the waist, your friends erupted into squeals, mentioning how the boys would be the ones swooning tonight.

You simply laughed, grabbed your cherry red lipstick and raced them out the door, the sound of your heels clattering against the pavement could be heard, paired with loud giggles.

If only you knew how right they would have been.

Bucky had been dragged along dancing with Steve, his scrawny best friend who happened to go beat red every time a decent lookin’ gal showed up in his peripheral. Of course, Buck never minded dancing, truth is he adored it. The sway of a dames hips, and the frill of her dress as he would twirl her around the dance floor to Billie Holiday, or Duke Ellington. The curl of their red or pink lips as he whispered something less than ‘professional’ in her ear.

‘Course any other girl in his eyes would merely become a silly pest when he met you.

There you were, sat at the bar your bare legs crossed and dangling a few inches from the ground, even with heels on.

Bucky cleared his throat, downed the rest of his drink for some liquid courage and stood up. He brushed off the front of his jacket adjusted his cap and strode off towards you. His collar seemed to get tighter as he approached you, even though he could have sworn he loosened it. The room was growing hot, at least he thought so, and yet he continued forward hoping and praying he wasn’t getting sick with the flu that had been going around.

“So, why’s a gorgeous dame like yourself sittin’ here by your lonesome?” He asked, leaning against the bar and shooting you his most dashing smile. His eyes met yours and the world seemed to stop spinning. Your irises were dark and wide, pooling with information as you took in your surroundings, not daring to look at him just yet.

But oh when you did meet his ocean blue eyes, his heart started beating out of his chest, skipping beats, slowing down, speeding up, the whole nine yards. He swallowed thickly, hoping, praying that love at first sight wasn’t just some myth and this wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him, and asked…

“You wanna dance love?”

January 1st, 1940

6 months until the drafting

“James!”

Bucky winced at your tone, his bare feet digging into the sand. He watched as your peach sundress flapped around with the salty ocean breeze. Falling in love more and more every second.

“Bucky I swear to- ahhh!” Strong arms wrapped around your waist and hoisted you up, your bare back going flush against his bare chest. Your cheeks heated up as you kicked at his thighs, watching the world pass by you as he ran towards the shore.

“Bucky no no no!” You cried, but it was too late, you were tossed into the water. The ice cold green and blue surrounded you, as you sat there underneath letting your hair float up around you along with the scattered fish, and seaweed.

Pushing up from the ground you broke the barrier between the cold water and the now even colder air.

“Sorry doll,”He chuckled, a smirk crossing his lips as he leaned in close to you pressing his lips to yours.

You promised the world and I fell for it

I put you first and you adored it

“Bucky.” You grumbled shoving him back, watching as he slipped and fell into the water, last minute pulling you in with him. Now the both of you stood shivering in the winter air, teeth clattering and goosebumps rising with every gust of wind. “You ‘oughta have a good explanation for this hun.” You spoke up, dragging him out of the water behind you and onto the shore. “I love ya, but I oughta get some hot chocolate and dancin’ after this mess.” You hummed, before freezing in your tracks realizing what you had said. “I-I uhh I mean-”

“You love me?” He asked, spinning you around to face him and gripping both your trembling hands in his own ice cold hands. “Well I reckon now as good of a time as ever to mention, I love ya too dollface.” James grinned, looping an arm around your waist and dipping you bringing you flush against him and kissing you deeply. Your hands gripped at the back of his dripping wet uniform and squealing as his fingers tickled at your sides.

“I’m never letting you go baby girl, when I get home I’ll give you the world, and until I leave you’ll have the world.”

“You are my world Bucky.” He hummed and leaned in for another short kiss.

I saw the signs and I ignored it

Rose colored glasses all distorted

Set fire to my purpose And I let it burn

July 6th, 1940

Drafting Day

Bucky lays awake that night, his mind going a thousand miles a minute. Unable to sleep he sits up, letting the sheets pool at his waist leaving his bare chest exposed to the warm summer air. HIs fingers reach out, ghosting over your sleeping features and he prays that if you wake up you won’t think it’s creepy.

But he needs to remember the way your cheekbones become more prominent in the hot weather, when you don’t wear as much makeup. He needs to remember the warm glow that sets on your face as you sleep soundly beside him. The way your lips curl every so slightly as he runs his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp.

His blue eyes filled with adoration, and sadness as he watches you almost purr with delight in your sleep as his soon to be cauloused and rough hands card through your hair.

The sun is now seeping through the white curtains that have long since been stained, such a contrast to when you first had gotten them. It makes him sick thinking they’d have the possibility of changing by the time he returned.

His home, your home… would be different. He’d no longer walk in to your room, and the same glow would not be there. Your brightly colored dresses, pinks, blues, and bright yellows with polka dots, would be switched to greys, blacks, and whites. You had picked up a job as a nurse for the veterans that were coming home already, and you didn’t start until two days after he left. The general having some regard to let you mouron and miss him. Letting your heartbreak settle before working on hand with other people.

And now as you kiss him feverishly, your hands looping around his neck and grasping at his hair. Begging him to stay without needing words he puts on his most charming smile, brushes the salty tears from your cheeks and places one last kiss to your forehead. With a promise.

“I’ll be home soon doll, wait for me.” He said, placing another peck to your lips, shoving a black box in your hands and boarding the bus.

March 18th, 1942

Two years since Bucky has been gone.

Your heart fluttered as you read his latest letter. Something about how they were going in on a mission to gain more intel from Hydra, and try to take them down once and for all. You laugh as he mentions something about ‘following Captain America into the jaws of death’. Steve was prone to dramatics. He mentioned being nervous, considering he only just got out of their hands. You shed a tear as he mentions how he hasn’t been sleeping much since. But he pushes your thoughts from that when he starts talking about some girl Dum Dum was trying to pick up at a bar, and she threw her drink on him.

“Mrs’s Barnes?”

“Louise, how many times have I asked you to stop callin’ me that.” You scoff, sparing a glance down at the ring on your finger, getting lost in its beauty for only a second.

“Sorry Ma’am-”

“It’s not Ma’am either darling, I am not my mother. Good graces if I ever act like her please just take me out back and shoot me.” You groan, pulling on your work gloves, fixing your nurses outfit and following her towards the infirmary.

We’d always go into it blindly

I needed to lose you to find me

Soldiers were being shipped in an out by the minute, you barely knew where to start. But your question was short lived when Louise shook her head and pointed towards the offices.

Suddenly your throat felt very dry, you brought a hand up to pull and loosen your collar as she guided you along beside her, her arm resting around your back as her hand gripped your own.

The news didn’t register properly until you were handed an envelope. Dirty, covered in blood, but there it lay in your hands. The last thing he wrote to you. Kept a secret, never to see the light of day unless he was dead.

The clinic sent you home early that day, and now you sat alone in your studio apartment, that was shared with him.

The letter sat on your coffee table, mocking you. That letter was the destruction of everything you had built with him. You knew what was in it without even having to read it.

Dear (Y/N),

My love, the sun to my stars, my babydoll. You are everything a man could ever wish for. And you know I hate formalities but I feel like if this didn’t start with dear Steve would have my head.

I hope you never have to read this because… it means I’m dead, or missing in action. Which either way means dead in the eyes of war.

When I first got my draft notice I was sick. I threw up the whole night, my ma and sister by my side. I couldn’t leave ‘em here, ya know? With my dad being gone… it never felt right. But I knew I had to go. Stevie was the one who actually wanted to leave. Always goin’ on and on about how jealous he was that I fit all those damn requirements.

So I guess that's when I started wearing my uniform with pride. Knowing I was doing something good for this fucked up world.

But then I met you.

You. Damn I could go on and on ‘bout how beautiful you were that night. By your lonesome, just smiling all happy in that dance hall, not a care in the world about the war, or if anyone would ruin your night.

So I guess that’s why I walked up to you specifically. You didn’t have a care in the world, you were just happy. So I figured, why not have a fun time with a beautiful gal, and then leave her that same night so she wouldn’t have to see off. I didn’t want anyone to see my off. Not my Ma, Sisters, Stevie. Hell I never even dreamt you would. I figured I’d ignore my draft notice long enough that I could elope with some gal who would go with me, and never have to fight in this damn war. But that night... when you took my hand in yours and smiled that cherry red smile... I was done for. Completely whipped man, and I guess that night I didn’t think of the consequences. I didn’t think I would fall so hard for a dame who I barely knew besides the color of her dress and the way it made her eyes pop.

‘Course I’m me, and well… shit happens. But I am so glad that it did. Because either way, loving you will always be the greatest thing I have ever done. No matter how badly I wanted to stay, leaving was the hardest thing.

I hope this letter finds you in good health, and if you want to hate me for the rest of your life, I wouldn’t blame ya sweetheart. If you find another man, I won’t blame you for that either doll. Live your life, live your dreams… just don’t forget me. I won’t forget you.

Yours forever,

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

April 6th, 1942

You stared at the empty casket in the ground. It had yet to be covered up, and the rain was beating against it making the most horrendous sounds. Bucky always hated the rain. Said it got in the way. Of what? You didn’t know. You figured it was some odd thing from his childhood, maybe he got stuck outside in it and got sick, or maybe he just hated water as a whole.

But now you understood. The rain made everything dreary, and cold. A mood fitting for a funeral you presumed. Didn’t mean it hurt any less. If anything it should have been sunny for him. Bucky was always lighting up your life, or any room he walked into with that dashing smile of his.

His Ma, and sisters cleared out a while ago, to go back to their house for something to eat and to talk.

Something Bucky would have also hated. He never went to family parties, said it gave him headaches, and he hated having to use small talk with his own cousins because his Ma would have smacked him upside the head had she heard what they really talked about.

You stood at the foot of his grave. Your black flats kicking at the dirt. Tears no longer streaming down your face.

“I hate you ya know…” You finally spoke. You were silent for the whole ceremony, not even bothering to look up when you were asked to speak. You couldn’t. How could you when the love of your life was not even in his own grave, but out on the front lines somewhere in germany, dead.

“That night… when you” You cleared your throat and lowered yourself to sit on the ground. “When you asked me to dance… I wanted to say no. You were a man decorated for war, I knew only heartbreak would come.” You sighed, picking at the grasses that grew beneath your feet, scoffing at how it was able to live out its stupid life, and not him. “God if you could see me now Buck, you’d be laughing up a storm. I mean here I am, scolding fuckin’ grass for being alive. I must be a mad woman.” You laughed bitterly and it turned into choking sobs overtime.

“When you asked me to dance that night… my momma had always told me, don’t fall in love with a soldier. He’ll break your heart long before you even see it coming. To this day I still don’t know why she always said it… because you never broke my heart. Still haven’t, and I think I hate you a bit for that. I think it would have been easier if you left me alone that night underneath the lamp post. Maybe then I would have found some man worthy of my time as you’d always go on about. But there was never anyone else Buck. There never will be. It’s always you.” You took a deep breath and shake your head, your hands now sitting in your lap.

“All this, makes me think I deserve it… ya know? Some sort of sick karma… like I was so happy, so in love and suddenly it was ripped away from me. But I guess… I needed to lose you to find me because now… I work with the veterans. Sit and talk with them about the war. Hell one of them knew you, think his name was Pinky something… I dunno, but the nurses and I have helped them get back on their feet. Even started a home for ‘em, and their families. Same with orphans and widows of the war, they stay there when needed for food, medical care, and just company. You’d be proud of me I hope… I love you James… I’ll see you again someday”

Thunder boomed, as lightning lit up the sky. Brushing away the tears you stood up on shaky legs and placed a kiss to the casket, the red stain of your lipstick not even daring to be washed away by the rain. You gripped his dogs tags that lay around your neck tightly, your knuckles growing white as you made your way out of the cemetery and to an empty home.

And now the chapter is closed and done

To love love, yeah

To love, yeah

And now it’s goodbye, it’s goodbye for us.

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