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Treasure Be Damned | Nathan Drake
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》 PAIRING: movie!nathan drake x female!reader
》 TROPE/GENRE: childhood best friends to lovers; angst; fluff
》 SUMMARY: Nathan wished it didn't take something drastic to happen for him to finally realize what he felt for you. And no matter how much that gold was worth, you will always be his greatest treasure.
》 WARNINGS: both are orphans (mentioned), tech genius!reader, protective!nathan, switch pov halfway thru, kinda canon divergent (a.k.a. i made slight changes to some scenes from the movie), pining, jealousy jealousy, idiots in love, some angst, kidnapping, canon level violence, injuries, love confessions and a cute fluffy ending.
》 WORD COUNT: 5.4k+
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A/N: hello! me again with another fic. this may seem super random but this was commissioned by the lovely @theslayerofthevampires ! thank u so so much hun <3 my first ever commission btw. trying to stick to a certain word count was actually quite interesting to me alskalsk but this was fun to write and i hope i did it justice!
+ also i couldn't think of a better title and the summary is kinda cheesy but we love cheese in this house so alksalkslaks
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You and Nathan had been best friends for as long as you could remember.
When he punched a guy twice his size all because they made you cry on your first day at the orphanage, he quickly gained your trust and loyalty. It was reciprocated when you dumped all your lunch on a kid when they poked fun about why his brother left him.
You two had been inseparable ever since.
Nathan was protective of you, and you were protective of him.
As years passed, that protectiveness only grew tenfold. With it came the care and affection that went from strictly platonic to something warmer, sweeter.
For you, at least.
You couldn't pinpoint when it started, all you knew was that everything Nathan did for you suddenly felt special—like it was solely for you.
The change wasn't outright. It was a slow realization, when the little things he did made your heart grow warmer and beat faster all the same.
At first, you thought it was a simple crush—a silly phase, that with time, it would fade.
But no.
As months moved to years, it went from something that lingered to something you couldn't escape from.
The moment you truly figured that what you felt about him wasn't as simple as an adoration for your best friend was on your eighteenth birthday.
Nathan had spent all the money he saved from working odd—and honest, he made sure to make that known—jobs on a silver necklace.
Maybe you watched way too many romcoms, maybe it was all in your rose-tinted head, but there was an underlying romance in the way he stood behind you, so close and warm, as he put the necklace on for you.
With bated breath, you let him, trying your best not to melt over his simple touch. His fingertips brushed against your skin so delicately but felt electric in all the right ways.
You only regained your breathing when he finally stepped back. Yet he took it away a moment later when he gently tapped the charm—shaped like a compass—sitting between your collarbone, a fond smile on his lips when he said,
"So you'll always find your way back to me."
How could you not fall in love?
What a cliché.
Falling in love with your childhood best friend.
It would've been cute if it was reciprocated.
But whatever he saw you as was strictly platonic.
You were constantly reminded of how unrequited your love was with the hook-ups he brought back to the apartment.
You had agreed to be his roommate to help lessen the expenses. Even though you had only recently moved in together, you were starting to doubt if it was a good idea—for your heart's sake, anyway.
It didn't even stop there.
Because here you were once again, sporting an ache in your chest as you watched him flirt with a blonde girl at the bar.
As much as you enjoyed visiting him at work, seeing him flirt with the pretty customers regularly will always leave a bad taste in your mouth.
Jealousy.
A feeling you shouldn't be entertaining in the first place. You were just a best friend. You had no right to go all green-eyed whenever you saw him with another girl.
Nathan Drake wasn't yours.
You didn't even realize that you were too deep into your thoughts until a familiar voice brought you out of it.
"You okay?"
You blinked, looking up to see Nathan regarding you with brows furrowed in concern.
"Huh?"
"You've been glaring at that thing for a good minute now," he explained, nodding at the personalized cocktail he made for you.
He always did that whenever you stopped by, experimenting with new mixes he thought you'd enjoy solely based on how well he knew you. You give him your honest feedback in return. It was your own little game.
"Is it bad?"
"No, no, no," you said, taking a sip before smiling. "I liked it."
"Just 'like', damn. I need to step up my game," he sighed in feigned disappointment. When you didn't react as much, he added, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Nathan looked at you for a moment, lips pursed as he shook his head.
"You're such a bad liar."
"I'm not," you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes. "You just know me so well."
"I do," he hummed, grin turning proud. "I also know when something's bothering you so, what's up?"
"Girl things." You shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. You could tell it confused him, because he was never uncomfortable to talk about those topics with you. But before he could even question it, you quickly added, "I think I'm going to head home first. You didn't forget your keys, right?"
"That was one time," he grumbled, eyeing you for a moment because he obviously didn't buy your excuse. A second later, he sighed, "Yeah, I got my keys."
"Okay, See you later," you said, gathering up your things before walking towards the door.
"Let me know if you get home safe," he called out.
You only threw him a salute in response.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
It was the harsh light from the huge window in the living room that woke you up.
You must have fallen asleep on the couch in the middle of watching your comfort movie—a poor attempt at trying to distract yourself from your lovelorn predicament.
Who knew dealing with feelings could be so exhausting?
It was the smell of bacon that coaxed you out of your cocoon, though. 
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Nathan greeted as soon as you stepped into the kitchen. He threw you a warm smile over his shoulder before he continued making breakfast—shirtless, might you add. "There are painkillers beside your water in case your neck is killing you. I would've carried you back to your bed but you kick in your sleep and I've learned my lesson so…"
It did happen once.
He was trying to coax you off the couch and back into the comfort of your bed. But as he got closer, your leg having a mind of its own when you were deeply asleep, you kicked him straight in his jewels—his words, not yours.
The loud thud of him falling on the floor didn't even shake you awake, not even when he was groaning in pain. 
You couldn't even remember any of it.
"How many times do I have to apologize for you to let that go?" you chuckled, settling at your usual seat at the small dining table you had.
"Not enough," he snorted. "I still feel the phantom of the kick, you know."
"You're so dramatic." You rolled your eyes, glancing around only to catch a glimpse of that old yet familiar green trunk. It was then you noticed some of his old stuff littered around, trinkets and memorabilia he hadn't looked at in a while. Just as you were about to question him about it, you saw the excited look on his face. You narrowed your eyes, asking, "Did I miss something?"
"Quite a lot, actually," he chuckled, sauntering over to you with your breakfast for the day. Putting the full plate in front of you, Nathan leaned down and quickly kissed your forehead. "Eat. I'll tell you all about it."
You ignored the phantom of his lips on your skin.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
A treasure hunt.
Nathan dragged you into a treasure hunt.
You didn't trust this Victor Sullivan guy, but Nate seemed to be adamant about finding this gold in hopes of finding Sam too. And you trust your best friend's judgment so that made Sully a friend of your best friend, much to your dismay.
"Do I look okay?" you asked, straightening out your long, black evening gown as you emerged out of the makeshift changing room.
When you didn't hear an answer, you looked up to see Nathan staring at you with a certain look in his eyes.
Your face warmed. "What?"
"Okay?" he scoffed, shaking his head as if he was offended by the word you used. With a gentle smile, he gestured at you with both hands. "You look beautiful."
"Thanks. You don't look bad yourself," you responded with a shy smile, unable to hold his gaze for much longer. You fixed your entangled necklace, instead.
"Here, let me," he said, quickly walking over to you to straighten it out, his touch featherlight against your skin. "It's a gorgeous necklace. The guy who gave this to you has good taste."
"If good taste means licking his own ass, then, it's a bit questionable."
"Okay, gross," he playfully grimaced. "All I'm saying is that I picked the right one for you."
"You did." You smiled fondly. 
"Perfect," he hummed with a smile, his gaze slowly trailing from your necklace up to your eyes, his next words barely even a whisper. "You're perfect."
You didn't know if it was even meant for your ears but you could only stand there, staring into his brown eyes that seemed to shift from one emotion to another.
Nathan was about to say something when Sully came out of nowhere with that grumpy look on his face.
"Why are we bringing her again?" he asked as if you weren't standing in front of him.
"She's a genius with computers," Nathan said, a bite in his tone. "She's going to help us get through any security tech easy breezy."
Sully narrowed his eyes between you two before shrugging.
"Fine," he grumbled, looking you up and down before walking away. "We leave in ten minutes."
"I don't think he likes me very much," you sighed once the door shut.
"I don't think he likes anyone," Nathan said, smiling at you reassuringly. "Don't take it personally."
And you didn't. Truly.
But when you got to the auction house, it definitely felt more personal when the old man wouldn't tell you anything.
No communication. No updates. No information. Nothing.
Only when you ask Nathan directly were you able to get a grasp of what was going on or when to proceed to the next step—if he wasn't distracted.
With the countless pretty ladies dressed to the nines, you best believe he wasn't anywhere near focused.
You were angry because this was a dire situation. One wrong move could get you guys caught. You were too goddamn young for prison.
You definitely weren't bitter over something else.
"Do you always feel the need to flirt with anything that walks?" you spat when he finally reached the door you'd been trying so hard to keep open without getting caught. It took him three minutes more since he was busy chatting up some random trust fund girl.
"I wasn't—Jesus," he grunted, the door hitting him on the way as you walked past it.
You couldn't be bothered to wait anymore. You didn't look back and simply sped walk towards the power switch.
"You're upset," Nathan said once he caught up with you.
"I'm not upset," you grumbled. "I'm annoyed."
"It's the same thing."
"It's fucking not."
"Okay, geez," he conceded, pouting, "What'd I do?"
"What aren't you doing?" you asked sarcastically, harshly tapping on your phone as you tried to decode the security lock on the main switch. "Oh right, focusing on your job!"
"Christ, do you two always bicker like an old married couple?"
"Shut up!" you and Nathan barked synchronously.
Shaking your head, you calmed yourself, punching in the security code.
"Look, I'm sorry, alright? I was just trying to scope potential—"
You glared at him.
"I'm shutting up."
"Just do your thing. I want this over and done with," you grumbled, stepping aside once the circuit box finally opened.
"You're a genius," he praised with a smile, placing a quick kiss on your forehead. "Thank you."
"Whatever."
You wished you could say everything went smooth sailing from there, but when did it ever?
Everything happened so fast.
One minute you two were walking out of the control room, the next you were being chased down but huge men.
Running in heels was not fun.
And then it was a blur, someone grabbing your arm in a way that made you scream in pain to Nathan tackling the guy to the ground, landing blow after blow to his face until blood started to splatter on the suit he was wearing.
"Touch her again and I'll kill you."
You'd never seen him so angry before.
But that anger quickly disappeared when he fussed over you, hands soft against your cheeks yet the panic and worry were evident in his eyes.
It took several 'I'm fine's and a couple more reassurances that you weren't badly hurt to get him to fully calm down and help you up so you could get out of this place.
Unbeknownst to you, there were curious eyes watching everything closely with a knowing yet wicked smile on her lips.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
You thought the feeling of being outcasted was only a small blip at the auction house.
But you were so wrong.
"What happened to you?" you asked when he finally met up with you at the church in Barcelona, soaking wet from head to toe.
"Long story."
"So you brought your girlfriend with you" A girl—Chloe, you later learned—suddenly appeared.
"She's not my girlfriend," Nathan quickly corrected.
Yes, it was true.
But the way he shut it down so quickly as if the thought made him hurl made the sting harsher.
It didn't take long for you to notice how Nathan seemed to be following Chloe around a lot.
So much so that you were becoming more of an afterthought.
They were always conspiring amongst themselves. It was in their line of expertise, you supposed, and you were just the tech girl. But it wasn't like you were clueless about it. Nate has told you enough stories for you to get the gist of what was going on.
It was getting pathetic, trailing behind them like some puppy, wanting to feel included.
When Nathan argued with Sully that you were not leaving his side when it was time to split up, you could only laugh at it now.
What was the point when you were immediately alone when you got into the tunnels?
Even more as you stood by yourself at the club, watching him dance with Chloe, so close, in the guise of blending in.
Maybe if you weren't distracted you would've noticed the man sneaking up behind you. You would've been able to run before he could grab you from behind, hand over your mouth as he started dragging you backward. And maybe you were quite good at kicking someone's jewels when you hit the jackpot the first time, enabling you to escape and scream for help.
You were yelling Nathan's name, but it was the loud gunshot that caught his attention.
It was heartbreaking to think that it took you getting shot in the leg for him to fully acknowledge you.
You were overwhelmed with too many emotions that you became numb, simply letting them take you back to the safe house in silence.
"I'm sorry," he whispered as he sat by your temporary bed, carefully wrapping the bandage on your thigh after he cleaned it. Thankfully, the bullet was only meant to slow you down, not kill. "I'm supposed to be looking out for you."
"It's fine," you sighed. You knew he was being sincere. He looked thoroughly distraught when he saw you drop to the ground. You knew it wasn't his fault, and you knew he was already blaming himself enough. But with the pain and bitterness—both physically and emotionally—you couldn't stop it. "You were busy. I get it."
He frowned. "What's with that tone?" 
"There's no tone," you grumbled, avoiding his gaze.
"You're annoyed."
You shook your head. "I'm not annoyed.'
"So…you're upset," he hummed, reaching for your hands. You pulled away, carefully getting comfortable on the bed.
"I'm going to sleep," you sighed, pulling the covers over you.
Nathan got the hint, standing from his seat with a sigh, "Okay, goodnight, just…call me if you need anything."
So when you woke up in the middle of the night when a sudden sting went up your leg, you quickly yet carefully got out of bed to look for him.
You wish you hadn't bothered.
The last thing you wanted to see was him and Chloe getting cozy on the balcony, a bottle of wine between them.
You figured you weren't important enough to interrupt their moment. Besides, the ache in your leg couldn't compare to the absolute pain in your heart. It only intensified when they started leaning toward each other.
So you quickly went back to bed, tainting the pillowcase with salted tears.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
"Here." Nathan kneeled in front of the foot of the bed, tying your shoelaces for you. "So, I've been thinking…"
"Uh oh," you joked.
"Maybe you should sit this one out."
Your smile quickly got wiped off your face.
"What?"
Nathan glanced at the door. You followed his gaze, catching a glimpse of Chloe before she hurriedly walked away.
You pressed your lips, nodding in understanding.
"It's not what you think it is," Nathan placated.
"Sure it's not," you scoffed.
"Look, you're injured and—"
You stood up, abruptly cutting him off. You grabbed your bag, limping around the room as you gathered your stuff.
"Woah careful, your wound is still fresh," Nathan followed you around, arms out in case you stumbled. "What are you doing?"
"Leaving. That's what you wanted, right?"
"What? No!" he rushed, hands on your shoulder, stopping you. "What I meant was, you need to recover first."
"Right," you scoffed, shrugging him off before you continued packing. "Because  it's going to be dangerous and you're looking out for me, trying to protect me and all that bullshit."
"It's not bullshit!"
"You know, after all we've been through, I thought I could count on you to at least be honest with me," you said bitterly.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," you pressed, harshly zipping up your bag. "If you wanted me out of the picture, you could've just said so."
Shaking his head, he argued, "That's not it."
"Maybe," you said, looking him straight in the eyes. "But fewer people, more gold to go around, right?"
That rendered him silent.
"You've known me your whole life," he started, hurt flickering in his irises. "You really think I'd do that to you?"
"I don't know anymore, Nate." You threw your hands up exasperatedly. "Because ever since you met them, I barely recognize you anymore. You've been wanting their approval so bad you're getting desperate for it. 
"And I always thought that when we get the chance to find this treasure, we'll do it together, side by side like we always do. But all I've done this whole time is be a third wheel to whatever this is." You gestured at him and the door, laughing sarcastically. "Fourth, if you include Sully."
"That's not true," he argued weakly, realization dawning on his face.
"You whisper among yourselves, nobody tells me a fucking thing, you don't even tell me anything anymore! I'm always left chasing after you because you couldn't be bothered waiting for me to catch up. Fine, I might not know everything about this treasure but it'd be nice to get filled in every once in a while instead of leaving me clueless! Hell, you're starting to forget you brought your best friend with you—"
"I didn't forget about you—"
"You didn't even notice I was getting dragged away until I was shot!"
Nathan looked away.
"All of you are always excluding me and it sucks," your voice cracked, blinking away unshed tears. "And don't think I didn't see you conspiring with Chloe last night."
He looked confused. "Last night?"
"When I came looking for my best friend for help because my leg was hurting like a bitch but I didn't want to be a cockblock so, you're welcome."
"You're not—" Nathan cleared his throat, shoulders slumping, looking at you apologetically. "Y/N…"
You shook your head, harshly wiping at your eyes, putting your jacket on. "The more it goes on, the more I think that you just brought me along because it was convenient for you. Now that I'm considered a liability, gotta leave the extra baggage right?"
"That's not fucking true!" he gritted, pulling his hair frustratedly. "You're part of this as much as I am!"
"Right. Where are we going next?"
Nathan blubbered like a fish out of water.
"That's what I thought," you scoffed, slipping your backpack on.
"Wait, dammit," he cursed when you walked past him, chasing after you into the living room. Frustrated, he called out, "All I'm asking is for you to sit this part out because you're hurt."
You stopped, slowly facing him.
"I never thought that the loneliest I'd ever feel is when I'm supporting you to chase this dream you'd been wanting ever since you were a kid," you admitted, chest tightening as you stared into his troubled brown eyes. "So, I'm not sitting this one out, Nate, I'm done." 
You shoved the cross right on his chest.
"Have fun on your honeymoon," you said, bumping his shoulder as you walked out the door.
"Y/N!"
You never looked back.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
Nathan was smart in a lot of different aspects. But emotions and feelings?
Oh he was stupid as fuck.
He wished it didn't take something drastic to happen for him to accept what he truly felt for you.
Part of him was relieved because at least you weren't there when the plane fiasco happened, especially with your injury. He was appeasing his guilt by telling himself that you were safer this way.
Nathan wouldn't know what to do with himself if something worse happened to you.
But as he was decoding the postcards Sam sent—a difficult task to focus on when he couldn't stop worrying about you so much—Chloe suddenly came in with a package.
"It has your name on it."
He opened it confused, but nothing could prepare him for what was inside.
The dread and fear started to creep up his spine when he held the silver necklace he gave you.
You never took this off.
As he emptied the box in a rush, photos upon photos of you tied up and gagged, beaten and bruised with blood tainting your delicate skin, Nathan felt like his entire heart was taken from him.
'The map or her. Choose wisely.'
It came in flashes, moments where you'd been there for each other, the joy and heartbreak, success and failures—you were always there, his one constant.
Then came the moments where he dreamed about you and him, doing things best friends shouldn't be doing.
He always knew what he felt about you but he shoved it down in fear of ruining the friendship you'd built over the years. But now? Denying it seemed insignificant. Now there was a chance he wouldn't be able to tell you at all.
Nathan was losing the love of his life.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
"That didn't take long," Braddock laughed sardonically, standing up from a large rock nestled on the beach somewhere in the Philippines.
"Where is she," Nathan growled, the tube map holder slung on his back.
Braddock nodded at one of her men, Nathan's heart sinking to his stomach when they dragged you in, your yelp piercing his chest when they shoved you on the sand.
Nathan instinctively tried to run for you.
"Not so fast," Braddock hummed, clicking her gun before pressing it on the back of your head. "How do I know this isn't a trick?"
"I think you already figured out I don't play games when it comes to her."
"Well, let's see," she challenged. "On your knees, Drake."
"N-Nate," you whimpered, adamantly shaking your head. Even in your state, you were still trying to protect him.
"It's okay," he reassured with a smile, hands up as he did as told.
Braddock grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you closer to where he was.
He stifled his anger. But best believe he'd already plotted so many ways to make Braddock suffer for what she did to you.
But one wrong move could cost your life.
"Hand it over."
"Untie her."
Braddock rolled her eyes but did so anyway.
"Hey, hey, look at me," Nathan whispered, your tear-filled eyes meeting his. He lifted his chin once, gaze flickering behind you. "I got you, okay? You're going to be okay."
"Enough with this sappy bullshit. Hand over the map or she dies."
Nathan slowly grabbed the map, only to throw it away as far as possible.
On cue, a huge explosion distracted Braddock enough for you to abruptly stand on your feet, hitting her under the chin with your head.
"You bitch!" she yelled, dropping the gun.
Nathan quickly pulled you aside and grabbed the weapon. With no remorse, he shot Braddock on both thighs, once more on the arm to be petty.
He'd do much worse if you weren't on borrowed time.
Nathan grabbed your hand and made a run for it.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
The silence was tense.
But Nathan was focused on taking care of you first.
He was busy enough trying not to cry whenever he'd discover a new cut and bruise on you that he couldn't even dwell on the fact that you were showering together. You were both in your underwear, but still.
It was when he had you sitting on the counter as he patched you up when you spoke.
"You didn't have to do all that for me."
"You know, it hurts me so much that you think I wouldn't take a bullet for you," he sighed, finishing up a bandage before meeting your glossy eyes. "You're more important to me than you think you are."
"No, I know it's just—" You bit your bruised lip. Nathan quickly pulled it away with his thumb, not wanting you to worsen your injury. You leaned into his touch as you continued, "You've been dreaming of this since you were a kid and I feel like I've ruined it for you."
"You didn't ruin anything."
"But you should be out there looking for the gold," you said. "Instead you're stuck here with me."
"Listen to me, if I had to choose between that gold and—" He took a breath, holding your face in both hands as he stared at you longingly. "The woman I'm hopelessly in love with then…"
Nathan breathed out with a smile, "Fuck that gold."
You stared at him in a way that made him believe that he'd done it.
He'd finally ruined your friendship to a point of no return.
That until you broke out into the sweetest, brightest smile that made his heart grow and his knees weak all the same.
"It's not as hopeless as you think it is."
Nathan felt like his heart was about to burst.
"Yeah?" He grinned, giddy and warm, gently parting your legs and stepping a little closer.
You let him into your space. But suddenly your brows furrowed, frowning. "What about you and Chloe?"
"So you were jealous."
"Nate."
"There's no me and Chloe," he reassured, gently taking your hands, kissing the insides of your wrists before placing them on his shoulders. "Maybe I got the incredibly stupid idea to make you jealous—I know, baby, I'm an idiot—but she shot that down real quick."
"But—"
"Those times you've seen me with her, all I kept talking about was you," he admitted, blushing. "I'm sure she'd grown sick of me being lovesick."
Nathan probably talked her ear out about how hopelessly in love he was with you, seeking advice on what to do because it was the one thing he couldn't go to you about.
She had been really helpful, pushing him to confess because it was better you know before it's too late, and that in this line of work, you'd never know when that would be.
If only he hadn't let his cowardness win.
"She argued with me that leaving you behind was a bad idea, and if I listened to her I—" He pressed his forehead against yours with a shaky breath. "I'm sorry."
"I know you like to take all the blame but this isn't your fault," you hummed, fingers combing the straggles of hair on the nape of his neck.
"It kind of is," he pressed, eyes watering as he thought about what he dragged you into.
He couldn't stop thinking about the pain you'd gone through all because he was being reckless. For as long as he could remember, he made a vow to himself to always keep you safe no matter what. Yet here he was, failing at that—failing you.
"I'm sorry for being such a shitty best friend this past week," he said, caressing the apples of your cheeks.
"You were pretty shitty," you teased, though he could see the way your body relaxed a little. He could tell that you appreciated hearing his apology. It must've been weighing on you since you left.
It made his heart ache.
"I was and I'm sorry," he said regretfully. "I guess I just got so caught up in this whole treasure-hunting thing that I lost sight of what's truly important to me. But still, it's no excuse. I was the one who dragged you into this, I should've been attentive enough."
You turned your head and kissed his palm, a silent way of saying it was okay. He felt like he was about to melt.
"And I'm sorry for taking so goddamn long to tell you how I feel," Nathan admitted.
"Yeah well," you hummed, smiling at him sweetly. "We're both at fault on that one,"
"Still, I'm sorry," he whispered, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. "For everything."
You nodded, a smile on your lips. "I can't say I forgive yet—"
"Understandable."
"But hey," you hummed, leaning closer. "You have plenty of time to grovel and make up for it."
Nathan chuckled, brushing his lips against yours with a whisper, "Can I start with a kiss?"
You nodded with that cute giggle of yours, one that still echoed as he finally closed the distance.
So many things filled him up at once—soft, sweet, warm. So many emotions rattling his heart as your lips molded into one—relief, passion, love.
It was gratifying, a kiss he'd been dreaming of for as long as he could remember. But, with your fingers in his hair and his hands on your waist, your warm body flushed to his with no space in between, nothing could ever compare to the real thing.
And yes, it was going to take some time to repair the cracks that were made in your relationship. But he was willing to wait and do whatever it takes to gain your full trust back.
Nathan didn't care how long or how much work it would take, as long as at the end of every day, you came back home to him—it was more than worth it.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
"Kid, are you even listening to me?"
"Sorry, Sully," Nathan said unapologetically. "But whatever the wife says, goes and her plan is usually better than yours."
"I'm technically not your wife yet," you giggled, your engagement ring glinting as you continued bypassing the security cameras using your phone.
"Technically, yes," he agreed, shrugging. "But in my head, you've been my wife ever since you put that ring on."
"Always thinking ahead, huh?" You finished up the job, slipping your phone into your pocket before turning to him with a raised brow.
"Oh yeah," he hummed, pulling you closer by the waist. "And once we get married, in my head, we already have three kids."
"Three?" you choked out a laugh.
"Five?"
"Let's start with one and see where that goes."
"We should definitely practice later."
"Do I always have to remind you two that this is an open line?"
"Oh we know," Nathan hummed, kissing you with a loud smack which earned an annoyed groan. He then gestured at the door with a bow. "After you, Mrs. Drake."
"Still up for debate."
"I'd take your last name any day."
"I was thinking hyphenated."
"Not a bad shout."
"Get moving you two!"
"Sully, you're getting so close to getting your wedding invite revoked."
You laughed at that.
Nathan couldn't resist kissing you once more.
"Let's go," you giggled against his lips. "We still have treasure to find."
"I'm in no rush," he shrugged, brushing his nose against yours. He was sure his eyes were glowing with pure adoration. "Already got the best one right here."
You groaned and called him cheesy but you still kissed him anyway.
Treasure be damned, with you by his side, Nathan was the richest man alive.
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Birthday Twin
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Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN and Harry welcome their baby girl into the world.
Warning: labour, delivery, child birth, gas and air
11th of April 2024
35 weeks and 5 days pregnant
The Tomlinson family had all travelled to Doncaster for a few days of celebrating YN turning thirty. 
“Your last couple of days of being twenty nine Kiddo!”. Louis gently ruffled YN’s hair as he walked by her in their grandparents kitchen. Both filling their plates with some more food from the buffet spread their Nan had made. 
“Don’t remind me!” YN groaned as she reached over and put some extra sandwiches on her plate. 
“Fookin’ ‘ell, is baby girl hungry tonight?”. Louis joked as he watched his sister continue to fill her plate that was already slightly full of food. 
YN laughed as she looked at her plate compared to Louis. “Your niece is a foodie, what can I say?”. She naturally ran her hand over her large bump. 
“Can I?” Louis gestured towards her tummy, his way of asking if he could touch. When YN nodded, Louis placed his hand over bump. “‘ello little one, are you gonna come and meet us soon?”. 
“You’re going to spoil her rotten aren’t you?”. YN couldn’t help but smile at the small interaction. She had witnessed her brother as a brother, dad and uncle already and she could tell how much love he already had for her little girl. 
“Uh obviously, I just hope she comes before tour starts again.” 
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12th of April 2024
35 weeks 6 days pregnant 
8:30am
YN suddenly woke from small niggles in her lower stomach, something she had been experiencing for a few weeks. She tried to ignore the dull ache and go back to sleep, but after tossing and turning, she gave in and got up. 
As she entered the kitchen she noticed her grandmother sitting at the table with a cup of tea in her hand. “Morning my love, you’re awake early!”. 
YN began to make herself a cup of tea, as she sat beside Jen. “Morning Nan, yeah braxton hicks again!”. 
“You’ve been having them a lot haven’t you darling?”. Jen had a concerned look on her face as she watched her eldest granddaughter stir her tea. 
YN only shrugged her shoulders. “Apparently it’s normal at this stage, I just didn’t realise how painful they could be”. 
11:00am
As the morning went on YN noticed how the niggles only continued and become a tad more painful. But not wanting to draw attention or to cause everyone to worry, especially Harry, she suggested her and Harry take Teddy for a walk.
They were walking through the quiet field, Teddy running just a bit in front of them, when YN stopped suddenly and held her tummy as a sharp pain caught her off guard.
“What’s wrong babe? Are you alright?” Harry immediately went into panic mode, worry evident all over his face. His hand protectively wrapped around her smaller frame. 
“Yeah, just cramp that’s all”. YN noticed Harry’s worried look, his eyebrows in a tight frown and tried her best to hide how much pain she was really in. “I’m fine, it’s braxton hicks again.”. 
Although Harry wasn’t fully convinced, they continued their walk before heading back to the house. 
2:00pm 
Within a few hours, the pain had gotten worse with YN baring her weight on anyone or anything to try and ease the pain. It was when YN cried out in pain, as she grabbed onto Louis’ hand, that Harry decided to take matters into his own hands. 
“I’m phoning the hospital, this can’t just be braxton hicks!” Harry announced as he began to dial the number on his phone. 
“Harry’s right Tiny, you’re in far too much pain for this not to be real labour”. Louis agreed with Harry, taking note at how much his sister was squeezing his hand. 
After phoning the hospital and explaining everything to the midwife, Harry was told that it sounded like YN was in early labour and they needed to monitor and time how quick she was having contractions. 
At this news Daisy, Phoebe and the other men decided to take Lucky and Olive to Phoebe and Jack’s house to give YN some space before she had to go to hospital. 
“Ahhhh!” YN cried out in pain as she held onto Harry for support. “This hurts so fookin’ much!”.
Harry rubbed circles on YN’s back, trying to comfort her as much as he could. “I know baby…but you’re doing so well.”.
“You’re doing so well YN”. Lottie praised her sister from where she sat next to Louis. “All the pain is worth it in the end, trust me”.
“Lottie’s right Tiny…just think you’ll be holding your baby sooner than you thought”. Louis gave Harry a small smile, knowing how special that moment will be for them both. 
5:30pm
With her contractions lasting around a minute and only being five minutes apart, YN found herself in the hospital with gas and air being her new best friend. 
YN was lying down on the bed, the gas and air attachment in her mouth as she breathed through another contraction. Harry sat on one side of the bed telling her how proud of her he was and saying how it wouldn’t be long until their little one would be here. 
“Harry…baby…I can’t do this!”. YN’s head hit the white plump pillow behind her, as the contraction ended. “I’m so tired already.”.
“You can do it and you are doing it”. Harry brushed some of her away from her face. “You’re making me so proud!”. 
“YN, you’re doing amazing and just remember nothing worth having is easy”. Lottie encouraged her sister, having been through labour and birth herself, she what to say. 
“Listen to your birthing partners YN, you’re doing amazing”. The midwife smiled proudly at how supportive and calm they both were. “How about trying to the birthing pool?”. 
Harry helped YN into the pool and instantly YN’s once tense body was now relaxed. In between contractions she began to make jokes about how she’s glad she had shaved her legs before that day. 
When the next contraction hit, Harry was quick to kneel down beside the pool and hold onto YN’s hand as she took in the gas and air to numb the pain. “That’s it, keep breathing through the pain, you’re doing so well love”. 
8:00pm
“So how did you two meet?”. The midwife began to make conversation with the couple as another contraction ended.
YN was back sitting on the bed, the attachment still in her hand whilst her other one held Harry’s. “He was my brother’s best friend”.
“Oh how interesting!” The midwife leaned forward in her chair, eager to hear more. “How did that go? You know breaking the news to him?”.
“Not well but he came around pretty quickly”. Harry explained as YN worked her way through another sharp pain. 
“I wouldn’t have listened even if he didn’t come around”. YN allowed the gas and air to do a little bit of talking. “Couldn’t resist the charm”. 
Before anyone could respond, a gush of water surrounded YN and turned the blue sheet below a darker shade. “And that’s your water breaking!” The midwife announced before she helps YN to clean herself up. 
11:45pm
The contractions were coming thick and fast, YN was attached to the gas and air more than ever and Harry tried to hide how hard she was squeezing his hand. 
“YN I’m going to exam you, is that alright darling?”. The midwife stood at the bottom on the bed, gloves covering her fingers ready for the examination. With YN’s permission, the midwife began to see how far YN was dilated. “Oh darling, I can feel baby’s head, do you feel like you-“.
Before the midwife finished; YN let out a small groan as she bore down and began to push. Harry was overwhelmed with joy, excitement but also nervousness that any minute now their whole world was about to change. 
“Keep listening to your body YN, you’re doing amazing my darling” the midwife encouraged as she continued to watch the baby’s head begin to crown. 
“Aww I can see her head!”. Lottie’s excited voice could be heard as she took in every moment of watching her niece being born. 
YN took a rest in between contractions before she needed to push again. “I love you  “. Harry placed a peck to YN’s forehead. 
“I love you too!”. 
0:01am
After several more pushes, Harry and Lottie were in awe as the tiny little baby appeared and was placed on YN’s bear chest. The tears streamed down YN and Harry’s cheeks. 
“Hello baby girl!”. YN held her daughter tight, and kissed her head gently. Despite all the pain YN was still in, a large smile covered her face as she looked down at the small version of herself and Harry.
“Baby girl born one minute past midnight on the thirteen of April, weighting six pound exactly”. The midwife announced to the three of them. 
Harry smiled down at his wife and newborn daughter. “Happy birthday baby!”. It was in that moment that YN had realised that their little girl was born on her thirtieth birthday. 
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13th of April 2024
6 hours old
“Thank you.” Harry spoke into the quiet and calm room as he held their newborn in his bare arms. “You’re a real life superwoman for doing all that and bringing our girl into the world!”.
“I’d do it a thousand times again because she was totally worth it”. YN watched as Harry’s hand held onto the tiny newborn fingers. “I couldn’t have done it without you or Lotts though.”.
“She’s your double”. Harry smiled as he observed the little’s one features, all resembling her mother’s. “She looks like your Mum too!”. He gave YN a sad smile. 
YN didn’t want to get too emotional at the thought that her Mum wasn’t there to meet her daughter, so she tried to remain positive. “I think me Mum sent her as a birthday gift and it’s the best gift I’ve ever had”. 
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The black and white video begins, the sound of Heartbeat by James Arthur playing over it. 
YN is sat on the birthing ball, her hips moving slowly, in her grandparents living room. Harry kneeling down in front of her, holding her gently and whispering how well she’s doing. Louis is sat to her side, holding onto her hand and being a support whilst he can. 
In the hospital corridor, YN has her neck tucked into Harry’s chest as they stop to allow her to breathe through a contraction. Harry places small pecks to the top of her head. 
Sitting crossed leg on the bed, YN takes in the gas and air that she’s holding up to her mouth. Her eyes are closed as she’s breathing through each contraction. 
YN is in the birthing pool, the gas and air still attached to her hand has she takes in another breath, Harry is kneeling down by her side. She holds onto his hand, he looks on with a slight frown on his face as he watches his wife work through another contraction. 
Now lying on the bed, YN cradles her new born daughter to her chest, tears running down her and Harry’s face as they meet their little baby for the first time. Grace Johannah Robyn Styles had stolen their hearts and YN couldn’t have asked for a better birthday gift. 
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Sweet Symphonies
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𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰; 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐲/𝐧 𝐱 𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲!𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 (𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬)
wc; 7.3k | love story by indila
finally finished this draft that was requested ages ago!! hope you enjoy💗
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“Alright! Run it again!”
The crisp chill of the arena seeps through the spandex fitting tightly against your sweating skin. Frosty clouds of exhaustion trail out of your mouth, sight etching out the cuts tracked across the slab of ice.
Upbeat tempo strums through the sound system, daunting plucks of the violin signaling your cue to raise your arms slowly along with the hum, head rolling up from its position and staring at the beams in the ceiling.
Vision soon dips slowly, body angling your pointed legs and pushing you across the ice, the beautiful sound of the vocalist begins only further increasing your paste, heavy strides carrying you across the surface as your knees bend and arms stretch out to float along with wind.
L'âme en peine A soul in pain
Il l'attend devant cette photo d'antan He is waiting for her; in front of this picture of yesteryear
Il, il n’est pas fou He, he’s not crazy
Il y croit it c’est tout He believes in it, that’s all
ll la voit partout He sees her everywhere
II I’attend debout He is waiting for her standing
The chimes pick up with the introduction of more instruments adding to the harmony, the sound pushing you to add more exaggerated facial expressions of sorrow before your legs twist you around effortlessly letting you jump; left foot leaving the ice to balance your frame in the cold breeze that sends adrenaline coursing, building your muscles to twist around once more to perform another double salchow.
Once your skates hit the ice perfectly accentuating your form, your balance relaxes as you push on continuing your routine. Feet carry over each other, with heart pounding in your ear as ice cracks beneath your feet moving amongst the slab as if an angel on ice.
With each heartbreaking lyric you find yourself humming along to the sweet symphony, timed positions reflecting the hurt with each vocal. Absorbed in the moment, you consciously admire the feelings layered within the song. It brings you closer to the orchestrated dance as you continue to move.
Your mind is elsewhere with skates carrying you freely, lungs grown accustomed to the bitter cold that leaves you pleasantly numb with your limbs flexing every second, your focus on executing every triple axel or camel spin.
Debout une rose à la main Standing a rose in hand
Non, non plus rein ne le reteint… No, nothing holds him back either…
Dans sa love story In his love story
Dans sa love story In his love story
Dans sa love story In his love story
Sa love story Her love story
Muscles stretch with spine flexing gracefully, strands of hair wisp in your vision as you dip your head up dramatically with arms outstretched.
Every twist and turn cocoons you in the moment of being connected with your heart and body. You're completely wrapped in your own world, sight obvious from your coach to onlookers. They’re entranced by the harmony that flows you executing the rest of the routine so beautifully, the story of pain accurately being expressed as you venture across the ice; loving every minute of the air combing over your skin with easy strides.
By the time the break within the song begins the crowd around the rink has already built up, children and adults watching your every motion as the melodic choir vocals and chimes blend beautifully to combine with your movements. Hands moving elegantly with backwards strokes emphasizing your routine floating around the many faces watching.
Only then do you realize how many people are there, and despite skating for so many years, your ability to draw in a crowd just from being in your own world surprises you with how many are looking completely enveloped with your performance.
Des cris de joie Cries of joy
Quelques larmes, on s’en va A few tears, we go
On vit dans cette love story We live in this love story
Love story
Love story
Love story
Love story
Love story
Love story
As the magnetic waves of the singer trails off to conclude the last notes of the song, you are back in your original position in the middle of the rink.
Balancing yourself as you spin in another circle, arms stretched out with left foot in the air, you find the strength to grip your skate and bring it closer to your head, foot swinging around to twirl you around in a catch spin. Neck elongating with spine curving in on itself as you stretch even more to transition into a needle.
The speed you’re going at doesn’t stop you from breaking your stance, but only has you loving the crisp air brushing around you, enjoying every moment until the chords begin to drum out, signaling your knee to carefully fall from your grip over the blade, leg relaxing itself out as you accentuate your bow with gaze strongly held in front of you.
The astonished appearance of the crowd doesn’t usually bother you, but there’s a brunette man with a tilted helmet that catches your gaze amongst the crowd nestled by the window, however, regardless of his surprised expression it doesn’t shake your concentrated face as the song finally cuts.
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes! That was your best one yet!” Coach Griffin begins to applaud, loud and joyful as he gives a thumbs up from his seat on the bench. Faint claps are heard around the arena as well from onlookers as you smile brightly.
Deep breath escapes from your nose, one hand going to your hip while the other reciprocates his exaggerated thumb beginning to push off the ice. After that performance it sucked all the energy out of you with your chest rising heavily as you stepped through the gate to meet with him.
It’s when passing do you realize that the tilted helmet man eyes are still watching you, especially when you go to grab your water bottle.
He’s tall, and the fact that he’s in skates doesn’t help either. Shiny hair pressed tightly against his forehead, black compression shirt defining his chest and thick shoulder pads. You don’t stare too long as your sight breaks away, beginning to unscrew your water bottle, fingers unbelievably numb that you can’t feel the metal cap as you tug it open, feet pushing you off the white door and passing him.
“U —Uh Hi, Hey!” He begins, hand immediately going to his helmet and peeling it off, a bright nervous smile stretching.
The fluorescent lights have you catch sight on how green his eyes are, it’s why you stop suddenly with brows together as you look over him. Dip curving into his cheeks, wrinkles by his eyes and body rocking with urgency, you squint at him while further stepping aside from his frame.
“Hi?” You respond, examining the smooth expanse of his neck in contrast to his white teeth shining.
“Your, uh, performance was really—”
“—Come on, we don’t have all day.”
Coach Griffin interrupts, breaking your view as you continue your departure down the hall, brushing past him with your mentor to the right of you. The rush of bodies trails around you in a blur trying to find an empty place to catch your breath.
“We don’t need any distractions, remember how Michal turned out.”
The mention of his name has your teeth clench down on each other, gaze tearing away from the metal drinking fountains and to your gray hair coach.
“Wasn't even interested.” You huff, hand raising the water bottle to your lips and sipping back the cold liquid.
“Good! Now drink some more and let’s get you to cool down.” Nodding your head tiredly, your vision passes back over the scratched up boards and pedestrians to look back at the brunette, except he’s nowhere to be found amidst the people roaming by.
You should’ve thanked him for the attempt at the compliment at least, Griffin cutting him off is an ignorant attempt trying to keep you focused even though you’re sure the gesture was completely harmless.
Heart begins to slow, sight traveling back to look at your coach completely occupied with his phone, probably going over your schedule until the upcoming performance. Two weeks couldn’t come by any faster. Waking up everyday on the tip of your toes ready to be back on stage to display your many years of passion for the sport.
Training since you were five, you transitioned between ballet and figure skating, growing accustomed to the hardship of the sports you pushed yourself to become a three time world-winning gold champion, all due to your long hours of training and dedication. Now you’re twenty-three and it’s only up from here, obvious that you’re in your prime, despite the last couple of years not being your most memorable moments.
After dating Slovakian hockey player Michal Mrazik for two years, it ended in a devastating breakup. One that left a storm of heart ache and suffering, a combination of problems ranging between distance and lack of trust between both parties. The grief so brutal you ended up crying during your performance at the previous championship, it was plastered everywhere with crystal clear tears streaming down your face and ruining your makeup.
And although it was a passionate performance and winning your third gold medal, the pain of the breakup was evident and on display for the world to see. Griffin was disappointed that you let your feelings take a hold of you at such a serious moment, but happy it was beautifully displayed through your movements that it made you win.
Now, a year and half later you’ve hounded in your mind to stay away from men. Focus on yourself and yourself only. You’re on such a perfect path that you don’t need the tabloids in your problems again. It’s why you push off the wall and tug yourself over to the locker room.
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“I’m still good to pick you up tomorrow after practice?” Chelsea asks on the other line. Your phone is pressed between your knee and ear, looking at the subtle pink nail polish gracing your toe.
“Yeah, I’ll pack everything so I’m ready,” Reassuring your friend while adding another stripe, deep sigh releasing at the effortless pass.
“I don’t know how you do it girl, I would be exhausted after everything.” Exaggerating tone not being able to comprehend how you can stretch and twist your body for hours and still manage to go to the club afterwards.
“I mean I haven’t seen you in awhile, and I think it’ll be fun too,” You reveal, fingers dipping the brush back into the bottle and continuing your routine of painting your nails.
“And…” She sings before her giggle travels through the static. “Time to meet some cute boys, you know… get your mind off… he who shall not be named.”
Rolling your eyes, the sound of your teeth kissing travels through the receiver, memories of your ex flashing back as your tongue runs over your lips and curl over each other.
“I kinda’ just want to have fun tomorrow, no thoughts, just vibes, right?” Nose scrunching in irritation as the brush runs over your cuticle smearing the polish over your skin.
“Yes, of course, but you better actually drink! I’m not wasting my money on you only being tipsy?!” Chelsea continues. The ends of your lips tugging up from your best friend recalling your habit.
“Oh my god, no!” You proclaim, hand grabbing the cotton swab drenched in nail polish remover and letting it clean the mess.
“Come on Y/N, you said it yourself, you haven’t seen me in forever so do it for me! Pretty please!” Eyes rolling again as you pick the cap back up and grace it over your nails.
“Ugh! Okay, okay… sure, why not?”
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The locker door rattles loudly as it shuts close, people past you in a rush to head to their respective rooms for the game about to take place. Zambonis traveling across the ice smoothing the surface from all the marks you previously made, uniquely built orange vehicles twisting and turning till you direct your attention ahead of you.
A men’s team stand in their white and blue attire, some with their helmets off displaying their mullets or porn mustaches, you bite back a laugh at the appearance of one guy who has the full package.
Hand reaching into your pocket, your phone screen lights up to see a message from Chelsea saying she’s twenty minutes away, meaning having to wait around in the lobby until she arrives.
You breeze past the lively crowd of the arena this Saturday evening, soccer and hockey teams roaming across the spacious entrance of the building. You're thankful you find a small seat in the corner by the vending machines. Bag slapping against the plastic chair before your body sits next to it.
You’re leaned forward resting your head on your hand as you mindlessly scroll through Instagram catching up with whatever you missed during your practice. The area is surrounded by families and people all on their own destination to their practice or game. Ignoring everyone around you to the point you’re wrapped up in your own bubble, attention stuck on finding out another one of your past classmates is having a child, that you don’t realize someone is standing in front of you.
“Hello…” Rocking on the pads of his sneakers desperately trying not to wave his hand in front of your face or raise his voice an octave higher.
“Hey! Uh, Hi!” Confusion evident in his tone as your brows push together, fingers going through the highlight of her fiancé, so surprised by her announcement that you’re completely taken back. “Are you blatantly ignoring me?”
“Or, is it selective hearing?” His knees bend, hand raising to his curls that itch his temple in thought. And from your peripheral vision, his body catches your sight making you draw your phone down and smile shyly.
“Oh my god, sorry, I just… found out something,” You confess, laughing slightly to ease your once concentrated focus.
“It’s alright, don’t worry!” He breathlessly laughs, knees flexing him back up to tower over your seated position.
His face is familiar, the tilted helmet guy, except now his protection is slung around his bag with his hockey stick in one hand while the other waves at you politely.
“You performed that song yesterday before my practice… uh, the French love story song?” He goes to take the seat next to your bag. The movement sends the smell of pine through your nose, it’s what catches your attention about him once again. His scent matches his forest eyes and chestnut ringlets. It makes you notice how his appearance isn’t the typical hockey look that all the boys are currently rocking, you like it.
“Yes,” Your sight surveying every dip and bump that roams amongst his skin. Slight stubble grazing the surface as his lips stretch, head nodding along to your answer as he leans in closer.
“Yeah, what I tried to say yesterday was that, uh, it was really good… just breathtaking,” His choice of words has your curious face breaking into a smile. A small laugh trailing out as you lock your phone with attention focusing on him.
“Thank you.” Genuinely appreciating the comment, the one that has the brunette smile back nervously, his sight moving towards your bag but then back to your eyes.
“It’s no problem… I saw you a couple weeks before that, so, i —it’s cool seeing it come together and you… just the way you skate, you make it look so easy,” His thick brows push together as if just letting his thoughts run straight out of his mouth, completely unfazed by his unfiltered reveal.
“I don’t know, it’s like you don’t skate; you just float.” The words leave your ears to tingle, lengthy digits curling around the case of your phone looking at him with mouth dry.
Okay… you’re used to interviewers expressing their appreciation for your dances and judges giving you all tens across the board, but whenever it came from family or peers it felt more personal in a way, especially from someone who's seen your routine fall into place. Even that thought itches your brain, you’ve been practicing this dance for seven months straight, so how far along has he seen the progression.
“Thank you.” You whisper, lips curling in on each other as you blink at him. His green eyes looking over your hesitant appearance before another toothy smile is spreading.
“I’m sorry, I’m Harry, by the way,” His hand reaching out and offering it to yourself, it has you releasing your fingers around your device and shaking his. Huge palm enveloping your smaller one that both of your eyes widen at the same moment recognizing the difference.
“Uh, Y/N,” You shine, hand quickly going towards the back of your neck to scratch the skin there, Harry coughs into his palm lightly, teeth biting into his fleshy lip before twisting his sight.
“I play hockey with my friends here, we have our own team,” He confides, hand gesturing towards the familiar rink. The information has you nodding your head, heart stupidly clenching at the mention of hockey as your gaze tears away and towards the players floating on the ice practicing before their game.
“Are you like a professional? Is that cheesy to say?” He laughs, sight going towards you who continues to stare ahead; your head bows in thought as you flex your head from side to side before turning towards him.
“Yeah, I’m—”
“—Holy shit, Styles! We start in five!”
Voice being shouted throughout the lobby cutting off your words and making his eyes trail towards his friend completely geared up with eyes bulging out from his helmet.
The groan next to you diverts your gaze back towards Harry who immediately stands, curse falling from his lips as he nods his head at his friend.
“I’ll catch up with you later,” Happy grin sent your way as he heads towards the hockey rink.
Despite the small interaction you found his nervous expression quite attractive compared to his tall burly appearance, you would assume he’ll be cocky and confident, not one to be so oblivious yet intriguing at the same time.
You watch Harry pass through the sliding door, his friend's large glove clapping him on the back as he continues walking. It’s at that same time does Chelsea’s familiar ringtone rattles your phone making you answer it, ready for your night of dirty martinis and dancing.
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Orange rays with hues of yellow strike every surface of the room, chirping birds signaling the start of a new day, they’re singing on the other side of the window has you moaning awake.
Your arms flex, pillows ruffling and thighs spreading amongst the bedspread, your fingers cover your eyes as you adjust to the bright light. The penetrating beams has a groan following, your head is thumping from your alcohol consumption from yesterday night.
“Ugh… Chels,” Irritated whine slipping past your lips as you bury your head into the soft sheets. It’s then do you hear the sound of a keyboard clicking away do you blindly feel over next to you, hand landing on her shoulder as you begin to playfully shake her.
“Why do I let you convince me to do these things?” Muffled voice trying to not let another tired groan escape.
“Because you love me.” She sings in her usual voice, giggling as she rumbles next to you. The action has you tear away from the pillow and narrow your eyes at her.
“I’m starting to rethink that.” You sigh, eyes closely slowly as her laughter is heard in the space, it makes you smile at the noise.
“Yeah, whatever… I think The Morning After is open by now, want to go for bunch?” Chelsea suggests, brows wiggling as you scrunch your nose up.
“Brunch? What time is it?”
“11:25.”
Another displeased moan trails out as you rise up, hand reaching out to her night table and grabbing your phone. View looking over your many notifications of being tagged from the night before with your friend, to regular app updates.
Sorting through the many, your eyes clear every uninteresting activity including the news about inflation to shopping app promotions. Once moving to Instagram, your eyes search the many people who went live since last going on the app, usernames of people you don’t know; liking and commenting on your pictures to soon then follow you, unfamiliar names not catching your attention like the distinct one that stands out.
harrystyles22 is now following you.
“What the fuck?” You mutter, thumb immediately tapping the alert as it brings you onto the app and to his page.
“What?” Chelsea questions but doesn’t tear her sight away from her own phone.
Thumb immediately taps on a picture of him, clearly a polaroid film with the way his green eyes are bright with colourful Rolling Stone shirt on display, curls tossed across his head as he smiles at the camera. The sight alone has you chewing down on your dry lip, finger carrying you to another picture of him.
This time he’s in a brown fedora, hair framing his face gracefully while the friend to the right of him mouth is wide and expression bright as if they just went out and partied. The sight of Harry pulling a stupid face has you smirk subconsciously.
“Oh, he’s cute! Like really, really cute!” Chelsea's voice announces next to you, the surprise of it has your phone flipping around and slamming into the blanket, annoyed groan ringing through the space.
“Did you meet him yesterday?” Her questions begin, her frame ruffling against the sheets as she practically crawls on top of you to grab your phone.
“Ah! Hey!” You whine, twisting around and attempting to fight her arm slinging around your neck reaching for your phone. “No! now would you stop!”
Which she does not, her body applying all her weight on your back to clench your phone tightly in your grip. Her evil laugh slips out as you both fight over the device.
“Did he just DM you then?” She continues, your palm grows with sweat as the heat from the blankets and her moving body piercing your spine.
“No, now Chelsea get off,” Hand curling under your head to cut her grip off, it has her retreating her hold and cross her arms over her chest.
“If I get off, will you tell me?”
“Yes!”
Your back relaxes after she rolls off, more laughter leaving her as her arm goes to prop her head up, dazzling smile shining as her eyes brighten with amusement. Despite being friends since diapers, Chelsea and you are practically sisters, knowing everything about each other to the point you know how to push the others buttons.
“Now… tell me,” Head cocking to the side to exaggerate her curiosity over the boy you were looking at.
Deep sigh releases, eyes closing momentarily still adjusting to the pounding in your head with the sun shining through the room.
“I met him yesterday, he just liked my performance s’all,” You confess, hand leaving your head and unlocking your phone, passing the device to Chelsea she smiles happily before fixing her body to allow you to see her scrolling.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” She questions with fake hurt, her mouth dropping as she shows you a picture of him topless, tattoos on display with credit towards his artist for the incredible artwork.
You try not to blush as you close your eyes and shake your head, hand combing over your face before dropping into the pillow.
“Because it’s really nothing, he was just being nice…” You trail off, brain relaxing at the black emptiness your shut eyes provide.
“Oh no babe, your what the fuck moment wasn’t because he was just being nice,” Chelsea points out, threaded brows sticking up and everything as she passes a blurry picture of him playing guitar.
“Well… he kinda…” Her head immediately snaps towards you, eyes twinkling and cheeks swelling, it’s crazy scary how she gets more excited about your love life than you do. “He introduced himself to me yesterday, I only told him my name and—”
“—And now he’s following you?!”
You tear your head away from the pillow to rise up and nod your head at her, the squeal that leaves her is adorable as she gets up on her feet and begins to jump around in her bed, it for sure has her downstairs neighbors annoyed by her presence.
“Do you know what that means?” She asks with enthusiasm, her bouncing body halting as she falls to her knees, dropping your phone and shaking you erratically. Your tender brain rattles against your skull as you hiss in pain.
“It means he took your name and ran to the internet! He specifically looked for you, this has to be set in stone, I mean how many men do that today?” She’s rambling, her eyes frantic and grip tight, she was so thrilled you can’t help but laugh at her expression.
“Sorry to rain on your parade but, don’t creepy weird men do that?” You reply, lips curling into a smirk as she looks at you clearly annoyed before her hand is picking your phone back up.
Her lilac fingernail points to the grinning hockey player showing off an array of sloppy decorative cupcakes with different colours piped over the surface.
“What creepy weirdo do you know that bakes just to “try something new,”” Her eyes squinting to read over his caption before shoving it in your face.
Another groan leaves your throat as you drop into the pillow, cheeks smushing against the material as you shake your head tiredly at her.
“Okay, so what if he’s not a weirdo it doesn’t change the fact that I’m not interested.”
“Liar!”
Annoyed draw of air escapes you, body twisting around under the sheets as you adjust to look at her better. “I’m not lying.”
“Yes, you are! The first thing you did when I called you out was hide your phone!” She taunts, only making your ears ring and throat tighten at the moment.
“B —Because—”
“B —B—Because,” Chelsea mocks you before snickering. Your hands go to cover your face to groan again at your teasing friend. “Just admit he’s cute at least.”
Deep breath fills your lungs as you nod shortly in your palms, the lines along your fingers disappearing as you tear them away and look at your friend with annoyance.
“Yes, he’s quite attractive but no, I’m not interested.” You say, shifting your sight over her shoe rack to Chelsea who rolls her eyes at your stubborn attitude.
“You know you don’t have to lie to me…” Lips expand tightly to show displeasure as she falls back into the bed. Her hands placing the phone back into yours while now smiling at you genuinely.
“It’s almost been like two years Y/N, at least talk to someone new, it’ll do you some good.” Those words having you shaking your head, seriousness consuming your body as you think about your last relationship.
“I’m not ready for that. I think I’m better off alone right now.”
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Even though you went out two days prior, exhaustion still overcomes your body. Your calves sore, toes pinched together and dark undereye bags, it’s written all over your face you’re still hung over. The Redbull that falls from the machine and clunks around at the bottom has your knees bend to retrieve it.
You don’t even wait to go back to the bench as you crack it open, delicious energetic liquid flowing down your tongue curated to taste like blueberries; it welcomes itself with its delicious after taste letting a relieving sigh escape at the refreshing drink that boosts your mood.
“Y/N!”
Your head immediately turns to see Harry, beaming smile and messy curls walking over to you.
Fading band t-shirt covering his chest with black basketball shorts resting along his hips, his usual hockey equipment in hand.
“Oh! Hey, Harry,” You smile faintly at him, fingers curling around your phone once he overshadows you.
“How’s it been? Sorry I had to cut the night before I was running behind,” He explains, nervously laughing as he still manages to tower over you even in sneakers.
“Oh, it’s alright! I figured.” You reassure, sight looking between his eyes and the dimple that tugs at your heart strings. You’ve always been a fool for dimples.
“I wanted to, uh, catch up with you so I followed you on Instagram,” Your eyes slightly widen that he’s even revealing this to you. He’s so honest and you barely even know him, barely even had a whole conversation with him, yet he’s already confessed having watched your practices and now wants to catch up?
“I didn’t know how famous you were, I guess you missed it?” His hand going to his neck and scratching the skin there, still laughing lightly. The comment has your lips tugging up slowly, eyes darting between his and the blue can in your hold.
“Yeah, I’m sorry, I’ll check right now,” You apologize, your heart begins to pick up in your chest as you lock eyes back with him. Your choice of words has his head shaking, hand twitching by his side as he goes to crack his knuckles.
“No! I —I don’t want you to think nothing of it, I just noticed, I’m sure you’re busy and everything! Don’t worry you won’t lose a fan” He grins brightly, thick finger raising to his chest to give you a thumbs up.
The gesture has you giggle lightly, head swaying from each side as you rock on your skates. Now he’s a fan of yours? And even with those words he says it so confidently, are you in the Twilight Zone?
“I’ll do it right now,” Phone in hand entering your passcode, going onto the multicoloured app and clicking on the magnifying glass.
“No… uh, you really don’t have too,” Harry hesitates, his teeth biting into the skin of his lip as his hand holding his hockey stick fumbles with it.
“It’s fine don’t worry,” Your hand turns your phone around to reveal to him the search bar, waiting on him to type his name in even though you already know it by heart.
His large hand carries your device out of your smaller one, his fingers circling around the keyboard as if forgetting how to type. The motions leave you to prop your eyebrow up and look at him confused.
A heavy breath blows from him, eyes switching between you and the phone screen till he’s sighing deeply, nose scrunching up before his movements halting.
“Can I uh, put in something else?”
“What?”
“My number?”
Your mouth parts slightly, lashes blinking up at him surprised as you feel your cheeks begin to heat up. Completely blindsided and astonished that he even asked you that. You don’t even know what to say as you both stare at each other caught up in the moment.
“O —Or maybe I’m being too pushy, it’s okay.” He rushes, sight tearing away from you as he quickly begins punching in his username, your lips immediately close before you’re clearing your throat.
“No, it’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting,”
“No, it’s okay… here, that’s me.”
Your phone is back into your hand, and despite your unsure appearance Harry is smiling, cheery and happy as if not fazed by your confusion.
“No seriously, put your number in,” Fingers immediately opening your contacts to add him, hand attempting to pass the phone back.
“Y/N let’s go, you got ten more minutes until we’re done!” Coach Griffin is calling from the transparent doors that reveal him stepping through. His eyes catch on Harry who immediately lets go of your phone and grins an enchanting smile.
You curl it into your chest while nodding at your coach seriously, lips stretching tightly before you're walking in front of him and heading towards the gray-haired man.
“Come on, no distractions, you know this!” He comments, unibrow raising pointedly at you as he begins to walk along your side.
“Not a distraction, he was just being nice.” You say, leaving Griffin to grunt disapprovingly to your response.
But, you ignore him, head twisting around for a moment to see Harry, eyes locked on your retreating body, and when your sight connects he immediately turns to look distracted with lips squeezing into his cheeks.
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The sore pain that aches within your muscles appears evident as you limbly slide amongst the ice. You wanted to take this practice easy, especially with your tournament in three days, but Griffin on the other hand wants everything perfect.
Your thighs burn and biceps tingle tiredly as your body succumbs to your routine that you’ve been performing for two hours straight, he was nit-picking everything about your performance as if your face wasn’t layered with exhaustion overcoming you.
The compelling chorus rings through the arena, your arms flexing outwards as you take two large strides, body twisting around to spin, perfectly landing your lutz before switching direction and continuing your motions to your next move.
And with each lyric does it race your mind of the curly brunette who has you in a frenzy. Going through his social media, rewatching his stories or seeing what he’s tagged in; for someone who wants to focus on oneself, you sure know how to watch someone.
But, hell, you’re confused. Harry with his dimple grin and tall frame, all the small moments that have happen tug at your heart strings, feelings as if maybe this is someone you can get to know? Or should you just swallow your pride and ignore it all, stick to what you know.
Caught up in your annoying thoughts and your heart a battlefield of the uncertainty between you and another hockey boy, one who should be the last of your worries, you find yourself regaining focus on your performance.
Easily you twist backwards into lengthy glides, figure eight cutting into the floor as you pick up momentum, left leg escaping to lift you up, your double axel clean until your right foot lands sideways, your left leg swinging you into the air to fall on your ass, arms spread out and catching your back before you slam against the ice.
“Y/N! Dammit!” Coach Griffin yells from the bench only leaving you to roll your eyes as you ball your fists together, slapping them into the cut up ice. “Run that part again!”
Your hands brush over your face, tears springing to your eyes from the exhaustion overtaking you. The tension flexing through every bone adds to the water that pierces your eyes, as you tug them away from the surface your sight immediately catches on Harry who looks concerned.
That’s your cue to stand, shaved ice running over your thick stockings and skirt while your thermal heated long sleeve doesn’t help the cold you ingest making your way back to your previous stance to retry your spin.
The music cuts a few seconds before your jump, you’re back to twisting and turning until this time sticking the landing of your previous miss. And as the dance continues you couldn’t help but let tears of frustration trail out, you're immensely tired and want nothing more than to ice your sore limbs rather than over extend it, but to even suggest that to your coach would just result in him saying.
“Pain is beauty.”
It’s why you suck through the rest of your performance, pulling through and striding painfully across the ice and stretching your limps over head to conclude your practice.
You’re thankful this time around there isn’t quite a large crowd to see you perform, but the fact Harry watched you take a fall today was embarrassing in itself. His presence in your life beginning to make itself known.
You found him cute with his stuttering yet confident self, the fact he can be nervous around you but tell you his thoughts as if nothing. It was refreshing to find that within someone, especially him. It showcases the difference between someone who tries while someone who simply doesn’t care.
But, who’s to say Harry is trying? Who’s to say Harry is even interested in you as much as you think about, and even if that was the case there’s only one thing that should be important to you right now, that gold medal, not some man who you barely even know.
Your heart and mind are pulling at each other and suggesting so many ‘what if’s’ moments you think you might explode. If there is one thing you’re good at, it’s overthinking; and right now it’s one of those times. Your darting eyes catch between Harry who looks indecisive to speak while Griffin looks displeased.
“You need to be sharper! Your timing should never waiver, you need to hit every mark; now go on and stretch,” His navy blue tracksuit stalks down the hallway filled with hockey players getting ready to take over the rink.
Your sight trails off of his shuffling body and to Harry who stands left to the entrance, timid smile stretching at the same time you turn away to grab your water bottle, immediately walking after your coach who just berated you.
“Hey! Hey! Y/N!” Harry is there next to you, thick shoulder and leg pads cushioning his walk. His hockey stick rattles against the chip painted floor, the call of your name has you bite back the tears that swirl around your eyes.
“I’m sorry but not right now,” You faintly smile turning to him, hand reaching out and pulling the loose strands of hair behind your ear, feet picking up pace as you see your locker room come into view.
But the heavy padding of him next to you doesn’t stop, and with the feeling of his palm catching your shoulder in his hold, your head whips around as if looks could kill.
“I just wanted to check on you, make sure you’re good? That was one landing,” Harry says, expression soft as his brow is perched with worry. It has your frazzled expression relaxing a bit. You shake your head, body stepping away from his touch as you look down at your skates.
“M’Fine,” You sigh in defeat, attempting to act as if you didn’t fall flat on your ass or get yelled at.
Though you shouldn’t act like it didn’t happen because he’s staring at you completely worried as if you sprained your ankle or worse. His towering appearance and bulky frame shields the space around you as people float past.
“Honestly, I hope you don’t take what he says to heart, you looked stunning out there, absolutely—”
“Oh, please spare me the theatrics,”
Your eyes roll at hearing the words people say to try and cheer you up. You know your performance was shit, it was obvious from your form to the lazy expressions today, but you’re tired, and your mind is a battlefield of forgetting someone old and welcoming someone new.
“I wasn’t good today, I know I wasn’t… I don’t need you to try and butter me up to make me feel better.” Hands squeezing against your hips as you look at him, the outburst of words immediately has you pinching your mouth together and stepping back. Head shaking tightly as you look between him and the ground.
“I —I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be rude, I’m just”
“Tired.”
Harry finishes your sentence, a sheepish smile extending across his lips before he’s stepping towards you, evening the space out as he looks over your irritated face.
“I can tell, and I don’t care if I’m buttering you up with compliments, even if you are tired you still own that stage.” His words lift your gaze up; furrowed brows relaxing with lips twisting into your cheeks.
“I know how it feels to be exhausted, running on E, I can relate and… just hope you take it easy once you get home,” Harry’s hand that once touched your shoulder lightly hooks onto your palm, you find yourself allowing him to cradle your fingers gently swaying your hands.
“Nice warm epsom salt bath, Tiger Balm and clean sheets?”
“Are you using muscle relaxing remedies to flirt with me?”
You both laugh, sight sparkling as your once pierced eyes relax. Chest softening and stare pleasantly admiring the tall brunette before you while his own view appreciates the beauty in front of him, your fingertips blindly tapping against each other.
“I hope it worked?” Harry counters, stepping closer to you. The comment makes your ears tingle slightly, your body welcoming his towering appearance as he practically covers you with all his equipment on.
“I’m definitely feeling better.” You find yourself admitting. Cheesy smiles being exchanged. It’s the delicate touches and innocent connection that make you feel an invisible string tying.
The fact that he relates to your frustration and even calmed you down from being railed up despite you saying hurtful things, it comforts the sewn fragments of your heart that experienced neglect when frustrated with your own feelings. As if feeling like having no one to confide in or talk to, moments you were tired and would be ignored.
Harry instead recognizes your hurt and comforts you, he’s polite and genuine, caring eyes looking at you happy that you're relaxed compared to your previous appearance.
“I, uh, was actually thinking are you—”
Buzzer loudly sounding from the scoreboard notifying the opposing sides to take the ice, meaning that it’s Harry’s cue to follow his team. The eye roll and giggle that leaves the space is cute between the bodies of you both. Your sight looking up at him as your skates rock back and forth.
“Why is it that every time I tried to—”
“Aye! Yo! Styles! Let’s go!”
Another trail of laughter escaping as Harry huffs, head nodding annoyingly to his friend who calls for him.
“I’ll text you!” He grins, stick clicking by his side as he walks backwards grinning towards you.
It’s in that moment do you realize what transpired. Harry and you being so close, fingers dancing amongst each other like when you both cross over the ice, and the way he easily drew you in, all sweet and kind. You’re not familiar with such peace, especially with a man you barely know.
You’re still standing by the locker room, sight stuck on the 22 in bold white letters on his back, helmet and stick slinging in his hand as his curls flex against the wind, head leaning back to allow water to flow directly into his mouth. The sight is one you can’t help but admire because of how handsome he looks, tall and beefy striding along the ice, jawing tensing as he swallows the water, his body walking him through the opposite door of his team section to set his water down.
It’s when he turns around to look towards the rink does his eyes catch onto yours, your cheeks immediately heating up as you tear your eyes away and retreat into the locker room.
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You write fluff and flangst absolutely amazingly and I’m in awe every dang time!
Buuut since you’ve got spring break coming up, a little fic idea that’s in my head that I’ll never do justice! (If you’re interested)
Fem!reader finding out an adorable way to tell Spencer she’s pregnant. I don’t care if they’re dating or married or what - but like she puts together a crossword, or a puzzle and he just doesn’t get it. (If you wanna throw angst in, he leaves without getting it for a case and then realizes it in the middle of the night.)
puzzling | S.R.
trying to tell Spencer you're pregnant, but he's too concerned with your well-being to fill out your custom crossword puzzle
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: pregnancy and misc. symptoms., talk of fainting and blood tests. word count: 1.69k a/n: welcome back to the spencer reid dilf agenda! i hope this does your request justice and thank you for entrusting me with this idea!!!! <3
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It was your pride and joy, the collection of folded papers that sat on the kitchen counter, next to a cup of coffee that you had already filled for him.
On your fake newspaper, you had created a custom crossword puzzle. With four very important clues.
Across: “Early stage of life”
Across: “American actress Frances _”
Down: “Must be finished by”
Down: “Veteran’s Day month”
You smiled softly to yourself as you heard Spencer’s footsteps coming down the staircase. Padding over to the kitchen counter, you sat on one of the stools, a cup of tea in front of you.
Before he even looked at the newspaper, Spencer leaned over to kiss you good morning, “You look tired,” he whispered, hooking a finger under your chin as if he were investigating the dark circles underneath your eyes.
“Way to make a girl feel good about herself,” you teased lightly, even though you knew he was right. At least you felt tired.
He rolled his eyes, “You know that’s not what I meant.” Turning to grab his mug of coffee off of the counter, he observed you again, “Are you sure your doctor said nothing was wrong?”
Smiling, you gave him a brief nod. You had gone to see your doctor a few days ago for nausea and fatigue, and Spencer would’ve gone with you had he not been on the other side of the country on a case. “They’re running some tests, but they didn’t see anything blatantly wrong,” the doctor was running a few blood tests, checking your iron levels and HCG.
Using his free hand, Spencer reached over and moved a lock of hair out of your face, “They said your blood pressure was low?”
Low blood pressure, as it turned out, was a pregnancy symptom that was most common in the first trimester. “You’re freaking out over nothing, Spence,” you told him. Really, it was something. A rather large something – or small, depending on how you wanted to look at it. “Come on, it’s crossword time,” you told him, using the end of the pen to tap on the newspaper.
“I worry about you when I’m away. You do know that low blood pressure can cause syncope, right? Did they prescribe you anything for it?” He asked, ignoring your wishes to move on and do the crossword.
There was a small part of you that just wanted to tell him, but frankly, you had worked too hard on the crossword puzzle to give yourself away like that. You couldn’t tell him that they didn’t prescribe you anything because they didn’t know how far along you were. A larger part of you knew that if you just got him to work on the puzzle, he would have his answers in about seven minutes.
Then his phone rang, he pulled the device out of his pocket, and the Caller ID on the screen caused you to slump your shoulders forward. It was Garcia. “Hey Garcia,” he greeted on the phone, “at the tarmac?”
You set your head on the counter and sighed in defeat as Spencer hung up the phone.
“Are you alright?” He asked you softly, tenderly wrapping an arm around your torso.
Humming, you sat back up, ignoring the stars in your field of vision as you did so. “I’m fine, you should go,” you insisted.
Spencer shook his head, “No, you’re sick. I’ll call Garcia back and tell her I have to stay back.” Acting bewildered at the idea that he had been so remiss as to agree to do his job while you were unwell.
You reached out and set a hand on his, “It’s alright, love. I can take care of myself,” you reminded him. Besides the fact that you were wholly self-sufficient, the only reason why Spencer would be asked to meet the team at the tarmac was if they were headed toward a particularly gnarly case – they needed all hands on deck.
“Promise me you’ll check in? Call your mom if you need any help, please,” he requested, pleading eyes following you as you got up to hug him.
Nodding, you wrapped your arms around him, “You should take the crossword with you.” Pulling away, you haphazardly refolded the newspaper and handed it to him.
Furrowing his brow, Spencer inspected the paper that you had given him. “We always do the crossword together on Saturdays,” he found you incredibly helpful on the pop culture clues. “We could save this one and then have two for next week,” he offered.
God. No. Your eyes widened at the idea of having to keep your secret for another week, shaking your head, you shrugged, “No, you should take it. It’ll make me look forward to next week even more,” you insisted.
He folded, and with a sweet kiss to the forehead, he was off to go save lives, remaining entirely unaware of the one growing inside of you.
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The judgmental Italian behind him was proving to be a distraction, “Did you find something?” Spencer asked, eyeing the evidence board with frustration. Something bugged him about the case, and he couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.
“Not right now, but it’s three in the morning,” Rossi said, joining Spencer by the evidence board. “Why don’t you give that big brain of yours a break?”
Shaking his head, Spencer crossed his arms in front of his chest, “I tried. I can’t stop thinking about the case.” Men were popping up dead in a small Missouri town at an alarming rate, and he felt so close to a breakthrough.
Dave nodded like he understood the feeling, that was probably why he had emerged from his hotel room so early, returning to the precinct before the sun peeked over the horizon. “What do you usually do to wind your brain down?”
Raising his eyebrows, Spencer shrugged, “Crossword puzzles,” he admitted, any word puzzle would do the trick.
The chuckle from the older man next to him startled Spencer, “Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?” Rossi looked around the precinct, “I’m sure we can find one around here somewhere.”
“No,” Spencer said, “I have one in my bag, actually.” He refrained from including the detail that you had given him the crossword puzzle, or else he’d never hear the end of it.
Clapping him on the back, Rossi lifted his coffee cup, “Then I suggest you go take the thirty seconds to fill out that puzzle and then get some rest.”
Once he was back in his hotel room, he changed before pulling out the pile of papers that you had sent him off with. Sitting on top of the bed, he filled out the puzzle in approximately six minutes and forty-three seconds. Once the letters were filled in, he skimmed the puzzle – just to check it over.
The only one that might’ve given him trouble was about an American actress – usually he had you to help him with pop culture, but he recalled having the same last name as an actress in Days of Our Lives.
It was interesting that the words “Baby” and “Reid” were right next to each other.
Wait.
Quickly, he calculated the odds that the words “Baby” “Reid” “Due” and “November” were all in the puzzle and when the numbers were put together, they made your anniversary. Spencer just as quickly called you, listening to the phone ringing.
His heart was racing as he waited to see if you answered the phone. “Hey,” your groggy voice came through the receiver.
“Where did you get this crossword puzzle?” He asked you, flipping through the rest of the newspaper for the first time.
You hummed softly, “You’re doing it right now?”
Looking at the alarm clock on his bedside table, he dropped his face into his hands. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t even think about the time,” it was just past four in the morning now, making it just past five in the morning in Virginia. “I just thought that…” his voice trailed off. What if it was just a coincidence?
There was silence on your end of the call, and he wondered if you had fallen asleep. You hadn’t been feeling well, and he’d woken you up with his phone call. “You thought what, Spence?”
The teasing lilt in your voice had given you away to him immediately. He knew. Every one of his suspicions were confirmed, “Y/N Reid,” he breathed.
“Spencer Reid,” you countered.
He took a deep breath, “Are you pregnant?”
“Yeah,” you answered simply, with about as much enthusiasm as he expected from you at five in the morning.
It all started to make sense to him. The low blood pressure, the drowsiness, and even the slight caginess when it came to him asking about your doctor’s visit. He swiped away a few stray tears, “I don’t know what to say.” It wasn’t a feeling he was overly used to.
You cleared your throat, “Are you happy?” Nerves clouded your voice, and he could hear you becoming more awake – more alert.
“I am,” he searched aimlessly. Elated. Thrilled. Ecstatic. “I’m so happy,” he told you, at a loss for words. “I don’t know what to say, I just… God, are you okay?” Dread washed over him, you were alone, sick, and pregnant at home and he was halfway across the country.
Sighing, he heard a ruffling on the other end of the call. “I’m great. I’m exhausted, I had no idea being pregnant was so tiring. I mean, I knew, but I didn’t know.” You sighed again, “I’m not making any sense.”
He laughed lightly at your rambling, “You’re making perfect sense. Chances are your energy will return during the second trimester.”
“Don’t get my hopes up.” You paused again for just a moment, “I’m sorry if I scared you. With the whole doctor’s appointment thing. They really are keeping an eye on my blood pressure and whole slew of other things, but they know the root cause.”
A giddy smile grew on his face, “It’s because you’re pregnant.”
A soft hum came through the phone, “It’s because I’m pregnant,” you concurred.
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A Podcast Love Story
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Summary: The story of Shayne & Y/N, as told through a series of podcasts
AN: This story was inspired by a request from someone that tumblr isn't letting me tag, so that's dumb lol
Also, I tried to follow the actual timeline of when these podcasts were posted but I did take some creative liberty, so some things might not match up with when the were really posted irl
Wordcount: 3.4K
CW: very light mention of smut, talk about pregnancy
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SmoshCast #75 – How Shayne and Courtney Feel About Being Shipped Together
Dating someone who’s in the public eye was not entirely unexpected. You live in Los Angeles after all. When you and Shayne started dating in 2019 you decided to keep it a secret for a while. Neither of you were ready to share your relationship with the Smosh viewers yet.
This became more difficult when you decided to quarantine together in 2020 during the pandemic. Two weeks after he returned from Australia, when you were sure that neither of you had Covid, you packed your necessities and headed to Shayne’s. It was nice being together, but it did get complicated when he needed to film videos.
Sometimes you would go for a walk while he was filming. Other times you would hide in the other room. He’d triple check all his footage before submitting it to make sure you, and any of your belongings, weren’t in frame.
One day, a few months in, he and Courtney are recording an episode of the SmoshCast. He sets up at the small dining table in the corner of the living room. You’re on the couch, meaning you can’t be seen on the camera, but you are in Shayne’s view. It might not have been the smartest decision since you’re now stuck there for the entire time they record, but you have a book and a snack, so you get cozy.
You can only hear Shayne’s side of the conversation, so you’re not fully paying attention. That is, until you hear Shayne say, “If we so much as say hi to each other, Shartney fans poop themselves.” The mention of this ship between him and his castmate has you more focused on the conversation. Not because you’re jealous, because that would be ridiculous, but because all of you find it quite funny how hard the two of them are shipped.
He can’t stop looking over to you for the entire ten-minute segment. It’s subtle, but there’s definitely a connection between the two of you. It’s obvious that he’s reassuring you that there’s nothing to worry about. You especially like when he says, “You can ship me with anything. Ship me with bananas.” And you nearly lose it when he says, “I am begging you, please, make a ship edit of me and Kathy Bates.”
They continue to talk and the conversation steers towards how fans make assumptions based on what they see in videos. Shayne brings up how people were concerned about him for a few weeks at the beginning of quarantine. He starts to explain, “I was very quiet in those early podcasts, but the reason was, one, I was not getting enough sleep. I kept staying up late,” here he looks at you before quickly saying, “playing video games.” You again struggle to keep quiet, knowing that was not the truth. Unless “playing video games” has now become code for “having intimate moments with my girlfriend”.
He continues to talk about how his setup for recording was less than ideal and finishes by saying, “I wasn’t sad at all, I was actually having great days.” Again, you share a quick look, showing that you agree with him about how wonderful it’s been since you started living together.
They wrap up the podcast a little while later and Shayne is officially done with work for the day.
“Playing video games, huh?” you say teasingly.
“Oh yea, totally a pro gamer now,” he replies.
“You think so?” you say with a laugh.
“I mean, I could always use more practice,” he answers as he lifts you from the couch, carrying you to the bedroom.
SmoshCast #85 – American Horror Story: Adulting
A few months later and things are looking better in the world. This means a return to the office for everyone. You’d landed a job at Smosh, working in post-production, so now you and Shayne work together. You were nervous about being around each other all the time, but luckily there’s still a fair amount of the day when you’re apart. Shayne is often filming or in meetings or busy writing, and you spend most of the time at your desk working on the next video.
But sometimes, you get a break to see him. Shayne, Damien, and Coutney are filming a new SmoshCast episode, and you sneak in to watch from the back. The theme is “Adulting”, and they somehow start by talking about how they interact with the younger generation. You can’t help but smile as Shayne talks about his niece, endeared by the relationship he has with her. He also mentions grandchildren, which makes your imagination run away thinking about your future together.
You stay for a little while and just watch your boyfriend. He’s not saying anything crazy, or doing anything special, but you love listening to him give advice. You also love how attentive he is to his friends, how closely he listens to everything they say. When you do go back to your desk you take a moment to think about how lucky you are that this man, with a solid head on his shoulders and more emotional maturity than you’ve ever seen before, is your other half.
Smosh Mouth #5 – Shayne and Y/N Share Their Love Story
“Welcome back to Smosh Mouth, I’m Shayne.”
“And I’m Amanda.”
“And today we have a very special guest. We have my lovely wife, Y/N Topp,” Shayne says, smiling at you as he finished the introduction.
“Hello everyone,” you say into the microphone.
It’s weird being in front of the camera. It’s only happened a few times in the years that you’ve been with Shayne. Even though you also work at Smosh, you’re always behind the scenes. You’ve only really been in videos that highlight the crew, so the focus has rarely been on you.
But today you’re finally sitting down to do a podcast for the channel. They’d just revived the podcast after a nearly three-year hiatus.
So much has happened in your personal life since then. At the time that SmoshCast was airing, your relationship with Shayne was fairly new, and you weren’t ready to share it yet. Within a year of that last episode going live, you two had gotten engaged. This led to you guys getting married, and as of 22 weeks ago, you being pregnant with your first child.
“Well, I for one am very excited to have you here today,” Amanda says. “I cannot wait to grill you on every last detail of your relationship.” You all laugh at that, knowing that while you’re sharing more personal information than you ever have before, no one is going to push you or Shayne too much.
“So,” Amanda continues. “Tell me, how did you meet?”
You look to Shayne, encouraging him to start the story.
“We met in 2019,” he begins. “Someone had recommended a book to me, so I was at the library to pick it up. While I was looking through the shelf Y/N came over and started looking through the section as well. We kind of started at opposite ends and moved to meet in the middle. Turns out we were both looking for the same book.”
“No you were not!” Amanda interjects.
“We really were,” you say to confirm. “We basically have the most cliché meet-cute story.”
“Ya, no kidding! So, what happened next?” she asks.
“Well, I had picked up the book first and noticed Y/N glance at it. So we started talking and I told her she should take the book first and I’d read it when she’s done.”
“And then he very smoothly said he could give me his number so I could tell him when I was returning the book,” you add.
“Look at you,” Amanda says. “Making the bold moves.”
“I had to give it a try,” Shayne says with a laugh.
“And it worked. I texted him a couple weeks later, the day before I returned the book.”
“I didn’t have her number,” Shayne says. “And I was kicking myself for not getting it because waiting to hear from her was pretty torturous I’m not gonna lie. So as soon as she texted about the book I asked her on a date.”
“Which actually shocked me at first. I really though he only was interested in the book.”
“Did you know who he was?” Amanda asks. “Like, had you watched Smosh or seen him on TV before you met?”
“I did know who he was. I had just started watching Smosh, so I recognized him but really didn’t know much about him.”
“Did you start watching old videos and try to get to know more about him after you met? Or after he asked you out?”
“I tried not to. I wanted to get to know him naturally, not through videos online. But there was a video posted after he asked me out but before our date called ‘Why We’re Bad at Dating’ and I couldn’t resist. And I truly think it helped us hit it off on that first date.”
“How so?” Amanda inquires.
Shayne takes that question, saying, “In the episode I talked about what I do on dates that kind of lead to there not being a second date. And Y/N/N called me out on that.”
You chime in, adding, “He said he puts on a ‘CW’ version of himself. I told him not to do that. And I admitted to being just as anxious about the date as he was so we should just forget the pressure and hang out and get to know each other.”
“Well, that’s adorable,” Amanda says. “So obviously you started dating and kept dating. When did you take the next step?”
Shayne takes this question and says, “I asked her to be my girlfriend a couple months later. And then we moved in together shortly after the start of the pandemic. Which was slightly challenging when it came to filming at home for Smosh since we wanted to keep the relationship a secret for a while.”
“Yea, how in the world did you make that work?”
“We were very, very careful,” you say. “I definitely hid in the bathroom more than once to stay out of frame.” At this you all laugh, and you add, “Totally worth it, though.”
“Ok, next juicy question. Shayne, how did you propose?”
“So, I hired a sky writer,” he says before laughing and continuing, “No, just kidding. We’d been dating for a year and a half, living together for almost a year at the time. We rented a cabin in Colorado for a few days and on the second day we went on a hike. Packed a picnic, did the whole thing. And I uh, I proposed at the top of the mountain.”
“You guys are literally a romcom,” Amanda quips.
“Would a romcom do a hike proposal? I feel like they’re always at fancy restaurant or the beach. Or like, yelling ‘Will you marry me?’ As the girl walks away down a street in the pouring rain,” you say.
“Oh, a hike proposal is very Lifetime or Hallmark.”
“Good point, it’s totally been in at least one of those movies.”
“Did you like that it was on a hike?” Amanda asks.
“Yea, Y/N/N, did you like it?” Shayne says, pretending to be truly concerned and worried about your answer.
“Hated it,” you say jokingly. “No, honestly, I loved it. Shayne and I always bonded over how much we love nature, so it was perfect for us. I can’t imagine it being any other way. I know a lot of girls want to make sure their nails are done so they get that perfect ring picture, which totally fine, not judging at all. But it definitely felt right that I literally had dirt under my nails and scrapes on my palms from slipping up the hill. Much more authentic that way.”
“And the wedding, anything you want to share about it?” Amanda asks.
“We actually got married in New Mexico,” you say. “It was the central spot for both our families. It was last April, so, beautiful weather during the day. And we lucked out that the temperature didn’t drop too much at night.”
“Very nice,” Amanda replies. “Shayne, anything to add?”
“We kept it pretty small, just family, and close friends. I feel like it was a very typical wedding, but it was ours, you know? So, it was special.” Shayne blushes and you know that your wedding day means more to him than he’s letting on. And that’s fine with you. It was a private event, and even though you’re sharing your relationship now, neither of you want to give away too much about your wedding.
“Aw, he’s getting red,” Amanda jokes. “Did you go on a honeymoon?”
“We did. We went to Hawaii. Neither of us had been before so we knew it would be special for us. We wanted to experience something new together,” you answer.
“Cute!” she replies. “Now, dedicated fans know you guys are together, know you’re married and all that. But there is some news you two have to share that no one knows, is that correct?”
“That’s right,” Shayne says. He looks at you, silently asking if you want to say it. But you can tell he’s bursting to tell everyone, so you give him a nod to continue.
“Y/N and I are having a baby,” he says.
“Hell yea you are! Smosh baby!” Amanda cheers. “Congratulations to you both! Y/N, how are you feeling?”
“Pretty good right now. I’m in the second trimester so my morning sickness is mostly gone, thank god. We’re very excited, got some classes we’re planning to take and we’re reading all the books so I’m sure we will still be extremely unprepared,” you say with a laugh.
“If there’s anyone I trust to figure it out and be great parents, it’s the two of you,” Amanda replies earnestly.
“Thank you, Amanda,” Shayne says.
The podcast continues with Amanda continuing to ask questions and you and Shayne sharing more stories about your time together.
You wrap up recording by mid-afternoon. You have an appointment with your doctor scheduled and since it’s so close to the end of the day, Shayne was also given time off to join you. Everything goes well and as he drives you both home you can’t help but be grateful that the two of you were brought together.
Smosh Reads Reddit Stories: Office Nightmares
It’s been a month and a half since recording your episode of SmoshMouth, and three weeks since it aired. The news that you and Shayne are expecting a baby spread faster than anything you’d experienced before. You’d both received messages of congratulations from more people than you had ever expected: from Smosh fans to Disney fans, and even Goldbergs fans. You never imagined the amount of support you’d receive.
You had the morning off for yet another checkup with your doctor. You get back to the office early, but technically you’re still scheduled to be off, so you opt to sit in as they record the next Reddit Story video/podcast. It’s one of your favorite series currently, and you love listening to Shayne read all the stories.
He begins the third story, reading the title, “Am I the asshole for telling my wife that I’m not taking off of work to be present at our daughters’ birth?”
They joke around for a bit, and then he dives into the story, reading how the man explains that he couldn’t take off work cause there’s a project and they need him there. The wife finds out that’s a lie, and it mad that he didn’t take time off. He says he wants to work more so they’d have more money after the birth, and that the baby wouldn’t even remember him being there. He finishes by saying he doesn’t know why it’s such a big deal to be there at the birth, and even blames the wife’s hormones for her being upset about it.
Shayne, along with Spencer and Tommy begin to share their thoughts on the story. You smile and nod as Shayne makes the point of, “He keeps saying the baby’s not gonna remember, but you’re fucking wife will!”
They even give reasons why they’d understand him not being there, with Tommy saying, “If they were really desperate for cash then I’d get it,” and Spencer saying he’d understand if he were terrified of being around childbirth.
The boys then look over to you and Spencer says, “Y/N, you’re pregnant, how do you feel about this story?”
“Yea,” Tommy adds, “would you kill Shayne if he did this?”
“Oh, for sure!” you call out.
“C’mere,” Shayne says. “You’re probably the one most qualified to give an opinion here.”
You look to Kiana who’s directing the video and she gives you a nod, so you walk onto the set and stand behind Shayne, leaning down so your face is next to his and your voice will get picked up on his microphone.
“What are you’re thoughts on this?” Tommy asks.
“You guys definitely made a lot of great points. I mean, childbirth is terrifying, and I keep trying to ignore the fact that I do have to actually, you know, birth a human. But I know that Shayne will be there and is studying to be the best support person. I mean, he’s read enough books about it, I think he could deliver the baby himself if necessary,” you say with a laugh.
“I will add, if this was the father of my child, I’d wonder what he actually deems important. Because this is arguably one of the biggest days of everyone’s life. First of all, it should be important to him. It’s literally his child entering the world. It’s a privilege to be one of the first people that baby will ever meet. And then, what will be a big enough deal for him to take off work in the future? Baby’s not gonna remember her first birthday, is he gonna go to that? She has a dance recital at three years old, is he going to think that’s silly and not go?”
“Oh, I didn’t think of that, but it makes sense,” Spencer replies. “He definitely seems to have his priorities and being there for his family isn’t one.”
“I truly cannot imagine not being there when our kid is born,” Shayne says. “My worst fear would be if something kept me from being there.”
“Because you’re a good person,” Tommy says bluntly, and everyone laughs.
You head back off camera as they continue on.
After a few more stories Shayne begins another entry, titled, “And I the asshole for eating the last doughnut before my pregnant coworker could have one?” He looks at you once he reads it and laughs before saying, “Y/N’s face says, yes absolutely you are.”
He reads the story which explains that the young employee ate his allotted two doughnuts, and when the pregnant coworker didn’t show up after half an hour, he ate her two as well. She gets there shortly after and explains she had car trouble and is upset to see everyone had a treat but didn’t save her any. Later, the boss pulls aside the employee to tell him he’d been rude to his coworker.
After he finishes the post the boys discuss the etiquette of eating communal snacks in the office before Shayne says, “Also, if there is one thing I know, it’s that you never mess with a pregnant woman’s food unless you want to die.” You laugh so loudly at this that you know for sure the mics picked it up from across the room.
“Y/N, anything to add?” Spencer says.
You walk over again and state, “Listen, all I’m say is that I’m mad you guys are just talking about doughnuts when we don’t have any. Cause cravings are a bitch and now I am literally not going to stop thinking about doughnuts until I get one.”
After moving offscreen you realize you need to pee, again, so you leave the studio to head to the bathroom. Once you’re out of the room Shayne says, “Hey Kiana, can I have my phone a second?”
“Why do you need your phone?” Spencer asks.
“I gotta doordash some doughnuts.”
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Calling in a Favour
Avengers Bucky
Summary: Bucky owes you a favour and you cash it in. You get more than you bargained for with him as your date to your former ex and your cousin's wedding.
Content warning: Mild language, flufffffff
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"Hey Bucky, remember that time a few months ago when you said you owed me one?" you stated walking into the living room where everyone was watching TV. 
"Yeah, what's up?" asked Bucky from his spot on the couch. 
"Well, I think it's time I cash in on that" you smirked.
***Flashback to two months ago***
"I really don't want to go" said Bucky as he walked into your room pouting. 
You were getting ready to leave for an art gallery show for the night. Tony had signed you and Bucky up to go to his friend's gallery, making a public appearance as a favour so you would draw in a crowd. You didn't mind the fact that you were going to a gallery show, it's just that, this gallery specializes in fine art, which is a little far from your personal taste in art and Bucky's as well. He hates going to these, having to make small talk to strangers, dressing up, being in hot stuffy places, and drinking mediocre drinks while trying to look interested. 
"C'mon Bucky, it won't be so bad" you said while tapping his arm. 
"Wish I could say no and get out of it" he mumbled. 
"Want me to see if I can get you out of it?"
You were a master at getting out of things with your words and imagination. 
"Can you?" asked Bucky with wide eyes. 
"Let me see". You scrolled through your phone and started texting Tony.
Bucky was watching you intently while you were texting back and forth when you looked up from your phone and smiled. 
"How much do you love me?" you asked while winking. 
"Really?" he had a giant smile on his face making your heart flutter and soar. 
"Yup, you're good to stay home and relax tonight, Sarge. But stay in your room just in case." You stated as you put your phone in your clutch. 
"I still have to go to this thing, but I don't mind. I'll take one for the team, drink some cheap champagne, mingle, and pretend to be interested in weird art." you nudged Bucky in his arm. 
"Thanks doll, I owe you one" Bucky kissed your cheek, making you blush. 
"You know it Barnes" you reminded him then left your room.
***End of flashback***
"What do I have to do?" asked Bucky from his spot on the couch. 
You threw down an envelope on his lap and proceeded to wedge yourself next to him and Sam on the couch. 
"Watch it Y/n" Sam said as he was shoving you to the side. 
"Move over then" you mumbled now sitting eerily close to Bucky. 
Bucky opened the envelope and looked at it strangely. 
"A wedding invitation?' he asked. 
"Yeah, but not just any wedding invitation, an invitation to my ex-boyfriend Ryan and my cousin Addie's wedding on Saturday. I replied a few months ago with a plus one taking a chance I would have a real date, but I don't, so I'm asking you if you would go with me." you grumbled. 
"Wow" he said. 
"No kidding" said Sam who was now interested in your conversation. 
"I didn't know about this" Steve chimed in from the chair opposite of you. 
"Yeah, well, it was a bit of a mess before I joined the team. We broke up because he said he couldn't handle my job and where I was going to be living. He said how could I possibly save the world by myself and fight bad guys not understanding I was a former undercover agent and tactical specialist for two years before meeting him. He only saw me as a regular agent doing paperwork, attending briefings, and doing very little fighting of bad guys since I hid that part from him. He met my cousin at a Christmas party right before we broke up and I heard he went running to her the day I moved out of our apartment and into the compound. We dated for almost a year and that's how it ended." you scowled.
"I don't have any immediate family living, so I guess my cousin felt obligated to invite me since I know her and Ryan" you frowned. 
Bucky noticed your change in attitude and lightly squeezed your knee. 
"His loss, you're awesome." Sam smiled. 
"Thanks Sam" you patted his arm.
Bucky scowled at Sam then at the invite but gave it back to you. 
"Ok" he shrugged his shoulders. 
"Really?"
"Sure, I'll go with you as your date" he put his arm around you and squeezing lightly. 
"Yay, it'll be so much fun!" you sarcastically said. 
"Well, you got me out of that gallery appearance, so I do owe you one" he said, and you smiled.
"Hey, wait, you got him out of that?" asked Sam. 
"Yeah, it was pretty easy" you shrugged like it was no big deal. 
"What did you say to Tony?" asked Steve. 
"Well...I kind of sort of lied a little." You winced. 
"Y/n" Steve sternly said using his formal Captain America "disapproving" voice. 
"What? I said that Bucky had explosive diarrhea and he couldn't leave his bathroom for longer than 5 minutes without an accident" you admitted. 
They all looked at you with wide eyes as you sat there scrolling through your phone like it was no big deal. Sam started laughing and Steve was trying to hide a smile but was failing. 
"Y/N! WHAT? WHY? WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?" shrieked Bucky. 
"What?" you said casually. 
"That's so embarrassing. No wonder you told me I had to stay in my room all night!" he held his head in his hand while Sam and Steve laughed. 
"Classic and easy excuse to get out of anything. Just mention the tummy bubblers. No one wants to hear in detail, so they'll just agree to whatever to get you to stop talking about it" you got up from the couch. 
"No wonder Tony kept offering me ginger ale and plain crackers the next day" Bucky said thinking about it making you snort out a giggle. 
"I just can't believe you said that" Steve chuckled. 
"Well, it was that or go to an art gallery, which was super weird by the way. I didn't have time to properly think out an excuse" you shrugged. 
"Anyways, gotta go. I'll see you guys tomorrow" you saluted them then left the living room leaving the three behind. 
"I can't believe she did that" Bucky shook his head. 
"I can" Sam wiped a tear from his eye. 
"She's something else" Steve chuckled. 
Bucky just nodded and agreed. He thought you were something else alright.
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You were scouring your closet frantically when Wanda walked in and sat on your bed. 
"What are you doing?" she asked looking at your frazzled state. 
"Hey Wands. I gotta find something to wear to this stupid wedding tomorrow" you huffed. 
"Ah, yes, the wedding of the ex" she lightly chuckled while you scowled at her amusement. 
"Sam told me all about it" she shrugged. 
"Of course, he did. He's such a gossip, worse than an old lady" you laughed then stilled. 
"I just want to make sure I look good, ya know?" you sat down on your bed. 
"He broke up with me because of what I do and immediately went to my cousin. I'm not dating anyone, but I want to show him I'm not a loser and I've moved on, which I totally have, but I just want to look like I'm put together...and hot...obviously..." you admitted. 
"I know sweetheart" Wanda said sympathetically. 
"At least you'll have Bucky by your side" she reminded you making you smile a little more. 
"Yeah" you blushed. 
She nodded and proceeded to search your closet for the perfect dress.
She was very aware of your crush on him, and she was also very aware of his crush he had on you, but she would never say anything because she didn't want to pry. She had a hunch everything would work out and lightly smiled to herself as she found a dress. 
"How about this one?" she asked turning to show you. 
The dress was black, had a lace top with capped sleeves, a deep v-neck that showed off your curves, and was short but not too revealing. 
"Huh, forgot I had this" you felt the material between your fingers. 
"Pair it with these shoes and you'll look like the goddess you are" she giggled. 
She handed you a pair of strappy black heels you know your legs look amazing in which made you smile. 
"Thanks Wands" you gave her a hug. 
"Anytime Y/n" she smiled and left your room.
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It was Saturday, the day of the wedding. Luckily, the wedding was only an hour from the compound, so you didn't need to rent a hotel room and Bucky offered to drive. Thankfully, the wedding took place all at one location, some nature garden place and it was later in the day, so you had time to relax before you got ready.
You got in a quick workout session in the morning, and Wanda was coming in the afternoon to do your hair and makeup. She curled your hair and put the front half of it up and left the back half of it down, so it fell into soft waves down your back. The makeup she did was a little more dramatic than what you usually wear as she insisted you look like a "boss bitch" in front of your ex. You rolled your eyes at her but smiled. She asked about waterproof mascara and you scoffed at her suggestion. 
"Yeah, crying tears of happiness so my idiot cousin can deal with his loser ass" you snorted. 
You proceeded to thank Wanda for her help, and you changed into your dress and shoes.
You heard a knock at your door. 
"Come in" you said as you were putting in your diamond earrings. 
"Hey Y/n, thought I would come by and see....." Bucky stopped midway through his sentence and stared at you with his mouth open, taking in your appearance. 
He noticed the top of your dress cling to your chest, hitting you in all the right places but still being modest. He checked out your legs since the dress was short and you were wearing the heels that make his head spin. He especially loved how your hair was done since it made him have the urge to want to run his fingers through it and bury his face in it, taking in your scent. He loved it when you wore your hair curled and loose since it makes his heartbeat fast.
"Are you ok?" you asked looking at him. 
"Umm...yeah.... sorry, must have spaced out for a moment. Just checking to see if you're ready?" he asked while clearing his throat. 
"Almost, just looking for my necklace" you were searching the top of your dresser. 
You snuck a quick peek over at Bucky who had on an all-black suit, with black shirt and tie. He looked like he was the handsomest man in the world, and he was all yours for the night. The way the darkness of the suit brought out his clear blue eyes made your heart flutter like crazy. He had combed his hair back and out of his eyes but had left a little bit of stubble on his face which was your favourite look for him. He had on a large black watch that made his hand look strong and powerful, showing off his long fingers and his dress shoes were so shiny, you could see your reflection in them.
You found your necklace and was attempting to put it on when a pair of strong arms reached around and took it from you. 
"Here, let me" Bucky whispered into your ear causing your eye lids to partially close at his words. 
You held your hair away from your neck while he attached the necklace and smiled at his work. 
"There. Beautiful" he looked at you in the mirror making you blush hard. 
"Come on then" he took your hand as you left your room. 
Everyone was in the living room relaxing when Sam let out a whistle at the both of you. 
"Don't you guys look like movie stars" Sam said eyeing you up. 
Bucky scowled at him and proceeded to grab your hand in his and walk towards the garage. Wanda smirked at you and gave you a wink before you left causing you to look at her wondering what was going on.
When you arrived at the wedding, you found your aunt and uncle by the sign in table, and they proceeded to hug you. 
"Y/n, so good to see you" your aunt said. 
"You too" you squeaked out as she hung onto you like you were going to float away. 
"Who do we have here?" she said eyeing up Bucky. 
"This is my date, Bucky" you said proudly. 
"Bucky, this is my aunt and uncle" you said. 
"Nice to meet you both" Bucky said and politely extended his hand out to your uncle first. 
Your aunt eyed him up and down and immediately pulled him into a bear hug while your uncle rolled his eyes. 
"Oof" Bucky said while gently patting her back. 
You lightly chuckled and pried your aunt from him. 
"Much better upgrade" your aunt whispered then winked at you causing Bucky to hide a smile. 
"We'll seat ourselves. I'll see you later" you said and proceeded to walk to the seating area a little flustered.
You ran into your other aunt and uncle on your way to your seats. 
"If it isn't Y/n. Thought you'd be too busy saving the world" your aunt said eyeing you up. 
"No, I'm right here" you flatly said. 
"Good thing our Addie was here for Ryan when you left him to punch people out for a living" she snickered. 
You rolled your eyes at her. Bucky tensed up at the interaction and your aunt noticed. 
"Who is this you brought with you?" as she looked him over. 
"This is my date, Bucky" you said proudly, holding his arm in yours. 
"You save the world too?" she asked. 
"I do, but Y/n is much better at it than me" Bucky smiled proudly. 
Your uncle went to shake Bucky's hand and Bucky offered him his metal hand, which he never does.
He usually only offers it to intimidate people he doesn't like. Your uncle took Bucky's hand and Bucky squeezed ever so lightly causing your uncle's eyes to bulge out. 
"I also save the world along side a space raccoon, a sorcerer, talking tree, giant angry green guy, and a god of thunder. There's more who help, but I don't want to shock you too much" you winked at them and left them staring at you with their mouths open.
Bucky put his hand on your lower back, guiding you to your seats. You couldn't help but feel the warmth from him from just that simple touch. 
"Your aunt and uncle seem nice" he said as you sat down. 
"Yeah, they're good people. I don't really get to see them much, but we email here and there" you said. 
"Your other aunt and uncle not so much" Bucky lightly chuckled. 
"Yeah, they can be jerks. I'm sorry about them" you confessed. 
"It's fine doll. Nothing I can't handle." Bucky smiled.
You watched as more people arrived and then you saw your ex walk down the aisle, escorting his mother to her seat. Bucky noticed you tense up, so he took your hand in his and watched as you scowled at him. 
"Tool" you whispered out loud making Bucky smile and squeeze your hand. 
You watched the bridesmaids walk down the aisle in their hot pink dresses looking like bottles of pepto exploded all over them, then it was time for your cousin to walk down the aisle. Her dress was a big giant, sparkly, blinged out, fluffy ballgown, like what Barbie would wear if she were performing in a child pageant in Texas. You couldn't help but smirk as she walked by. 
"Woah, that's a lot of dress" Bucky whispered, causing you to giggle.
You watched the two exchange their vows and rings then kiss, making you roll your eyes at the scene. Bucky had put his arm around your shoulders and was holding you close when they proceeded to walk back up the aisle as a married couple. They both spotted you in the crowd, with your ex eyeing up Bucky as he walked by. You felt proud Bucky was next to you, and happy he saw you snuggled in close. 
Yeah, I can do so much better than you, loser.
You headed into the reception area and Bucky had grabbed you a whiskey before sitting down at your table which you were grateful for. You gave him a kiss on the cheek which caused him to lightly blush. The tables were nicely decorated with fresh flowers and more candles, keeping it simple and elegant. Surprisingly there was very little bling and sparkle. The bling budget must have been moved to the dress budget as you thought about it, making you smirk a little.
You ordered the vegetarian option as you hated plated meat dishes at weddings, you always thought they never tasted right, and you were glad you did. The chicken was dry and flavourless, potatoes were cold, and the vegetables were greasy. Bucky was not impressed, and he kept trying to steal pieces of your veggie lasagna from your plate. 
"Give me a bite" he whispered. 
"No way!" you whispered back. 
"This food is terrible" he complained. 
"I know, looks like a hot mess" you said eyeing up everyone's plates. 
"I'm happy, my food is decent" you said proudly. 
Bucky scowled at you then rolled his eyes trying to find a few bites of food from his plate he could stomach.
The speeches were next, making you cringe. The best man was horribly drunk and talked about a lot of inappropriate things making everyone uncomfortable. 
"Wow, what a nice guy" Bucky whispered sarcastically to you as you were both watching the train wreck unfold. 
You were thankful the maid of honour grabbed the mic from the best man and took over, making the speeches end abruptly. 
"Speeches are the worst" you said to Bucky. 
"Agreed" he said and smiled. 
He got another drink and noticed the bride and groom were making their rounds in the crowd. 
"I think they're coming here next" Bucky pointed to your cousin. 
"Great" you rolled your eyes. 
"Here, drink this" Bucky gave you, his whiskey. 
"Thanks" you downed it.
Bucky was right, your cousin and ex stopped by your table. You both stood up not wanting them to have the upper hand of looking down at you. The first thing you noticed was how tall Bucky was compared to Ryan. Ryan looked him up and down and quickly took a step back, giving Bucky the upper hand. Bucky kept his hand firmly on your lower back as you chatted with your cousin. 
"It was a nice ceremony. Your dress is lovely" you said as you hugged her. 
"Thank you" she beamed. 
"So, this is your date?" Ryan said to you. 
Before you could reply, Bucky interrupted you.
"Boyfriend actually. I'm Bucky" Bucky went in to firmly shake his hand, with his left one. 
Ryan winced ever so lightly before Bucky smirked and pulled his hand away.
You stood there staring off into space.
Boyfriend?
What is he doing?
You quickly snapped out of it realizing you didn’t respond.
"Yup, this is Bucky, my boyfriend" you repeated. 
May as well put on a show. 
"We save the world together then sleep with each other, it's a win-win" you smirked. 
Ryan nodded not wanting to ask any more questions. You could see he was trying to say something else but felt he would lose to the competition. The competition being Bucky which he could never compare to. 
"Glad you could make it and thanks for coming. We should continue making our rounds" they both said eyeing you up. 
"Have a good night then" you waved them off.
"Well, that went alright" Bucky shrugged. 
"Can we go?' you asked. 
"Thought you'd never ask" said Bucky as he escorted you out of the venue and into the car. 
"Thanks for coming with me" you looked over at Bucky. 
"Anytime".
Bucky looked over and flashed a lopsided grin at you from his seat. 
"You must be hungry from that crappy supper. Want to stop at a drive thru? I could use a snack myself".
"Oh my god doll, that would be heaven. I'm starving!" he whined. 
You chuckled at his response. 
"I should have ordered you a vegetarian option" you giggled. 
"Anything would have been better than that".
Bucky pulled into the lane for the drive thru. 
He ordered his meal and got you a snack too. You drove to the outside eating area, parked, and got out to eat at a table.
"This is so good" Bucky bit into his second double bacon cheeseburger. 
You giggled at him while sipping your milkshake. You both ate in comfortable silence before you broke it. 
"Hey Bucky?"
"Yeah?" he wiped his mouth with a napkin. 
"Thanks for coming with me to this".
"You already said that" he laughed. 
"I know, but I really appreciate it. Thank you for being at my side, means a lot" you quietly said. 
"I'm always by your side" he moved closer to you, so your legs were touching. 
"You look really handsome tonight" you admitted and lightly blushed. 
"Thanks Y/n. I know the bride is supposed to be the most beautiful, but not in my eyes. Tonight, you were the most beautiful" he smiled. 
Your face blushed a new shade of dark red.
"Thanks for lying to Ryan".
"What do you mean? I never lied to him?" he looked confused. 
"Bucky, you said you were my boyfriend. That's a lie" you snorted out. 
"Well, can't help it if I want it to be real?" he mumbled. 
"What?"
"What?"
 "Do you?" you asked. 
Bucky thought about it.
"Yes, Y/n, I want to be your boyfriend. I want to be the one that gets to hold you, kiss you, support you, and be with you all the time. Is that so bad?" he turned to face you; you sat there staring at him with your mouth open. 
"Y/n? C'mon, I can plant flowers in there!" he chuckled pointing to your mouth. 
"Sorry, I blanked there for a second." 
"Well, Y/n, do you want to be my girl?" Bucky asked looking shy. 
You thought about it and thought about all the times lately Bucky was at your side. Helping you, joking with you, supporting you. You never wanted to let him go. He made you smile, laugh, and feel all warm and tingly inside.
"Yes, Yes I will be your girl Buck" you said then wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug almost falling over from your sudden burst of energy. 
He hugged you tightly back and proceeded to run his hands up and down your back. 
"C'mon you're shivering. Let's go home" he released your grip on him. 
Before you left the table you were sitting at, Bucky took your face in his hands and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips causing you to return the kiss and deepen it a little. You pulled away from him but kept your foreheads together. 
"Glad I decided to call in that favour" you nuzzled your nose with his. 
"I'm glad you did too" he gave you another kiss and then wrapped you up in a warm hug.
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Harry Styles Answers the Web's Most Searched Questions | WIRED
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"Hi I'm Harry Styles and this is the Wired Autocomplete Interview."
Harry introduced himself to the camera and you smiled, you were currently at WIRED Studios for Harry's long awaited autocomplete interview that he finally agreed to do thanks to yours and his fans persistence.
You were sitting behind the camera with the rest of the crew, watching him with a small smile.
A crew member passed the first board to him, he looked at it confusedly for a minute before speaking.
"Okay so. I'm answering what I think or what?"
Everyone in the studio laughed and the director quickly explained to him how the game worked once again, you rolled your eyes with affection and he sent a wink your way.
"Alright, how is Harry Styles?" he said after taking the little piece of paper off the board, "I'm good, I'm really enjoying being home in London, I was away for a while on tour and I'm going to stay here for a bit so that's exciting."
"How did Harry Styles," he paused to rip the next paper and reveal the rest of the question, "Become famous? Well, when I was sixteen years old I auditioned for a singing show called The X Factor, I got put in a band with four lads and we didn't win but we put out a song called What Makes You Beautiful," he smiled for a second, "that one put us on the map, we released a bunch of albums and now I'm here."
"How did Harry Styles meet his wife?" at this, he turned his gaze to you to give you a big smile, you immediately mirrored his and nodded your head, signaling that you were okay with him talking about it.
"We could say that it was basically a blind date, we had a friend in common who thought we would be a good match and set us up, we had an amazing first date but then I had to travel to Los Angeles for work so we couldn't really see each other after that but once I was back in London we hung out all the time, and now we're married."
He smiled at you again and you couldn't help but feel your heart melt, you had been married for 6 months now but the married life was still new for the both of you, and everything he called you his wife butterflies made its way to your stomach.
"How is Harry Styles still alive?" his eyes widened in surprise and he looked around the room, making a few present laugh, "Um, that's a weird thing to search on the internet, but I guess, I don't know if I can answer that, I don't think anyone can answer that we're just lucky to still be around and enjoy life."
He gave the camera one of his infamous "frog smiles" and handed the board to a crew member who was ready with the next one.
"Does Harry Styles have tattoos?" he revealed the first question of the new board, "Yes, he does. I have a lot of tattoos actually, they're basically all over my body. The most recent one is right here," he pointed at the back of his right arm, "It's my wedding date, actually, everyone might call me a sap but I was reserving this arm for tattoos about my wife a and future kids, so I guess it's finally time to fill it."
It was safe to say that  fans watching at home and everyone in the studio absolutely melted, especially you.
"Does Harry Styles have siblings? I do I have a sister, she's older than me and her name is Gemma. A lot of people claim she's cooler than me for some reason but I don't thing that's true," he shrugged and revealed the next question, "Does Harry Styles speak Italian? I would like to think that I do, I spend a lot of time there and I've learned how to communicate pretty decently."
"Is Harry Styles an actor?" he said after peeling the first sticker of the new board, "He tries to be an actor that's for sure," he laughed and everyone in the room did as well, "I mean, I've been in a couple of movies, I've auditioned for a bunch of roles and my agent has sent me scripts to go through," he shrugged "So I can say that makes me an actor."
"Is Harry Styles american?" he shook his head at that one, "He is not! He's Britain, born and raised okay? He's very proud of it."
"What's Harry Styles BeReal? I don't have a BeReal, but if I did I wouldn't tell you," he pointed to the camera jokingly, "What are Harry Styles fans called? I think they are referred to as Harries, but I don't like to speak on behalf of them, you should ask them."
"What was Harry Styles first song? My first song was Sign Of The Times, I wrote it with friends that I love, and that is my wife's favorite song I've ever written, right love?"
"That's correct." you said from your spot, pretty audible so you know it would make it to the final cut of the interview.
"What are Harry Styles songs about?" he peeled the last sticker of the board, "They're about a lot of things, life, friends, love, my wife," he shrugged, "I even have one about the female orgasm."
You quietly giggled, knowing that his fans would go crazy over that last sentence.
"Did Harry Styles go to college? He did not, he became a singer."
"Did Harry Styles win a Grammy? He somehow won Album Of The Year last year, which is absolutely insane if you ask him."
"Did Harry Styles finish high school? Oh I'm glad the internet asks," he laughed, "Contrary to popular belief I did finish high school, I completed my GCES and I graduated, I don't know why there's a rumor there that I didn't finish high school tho."
"Anyway, last one!" he comically threw the board to the floor and grabbed the final board a crew member was handling him, "Who is Harry Styles best friend? Um, I have a ton of best friends. Jeff who's also my manager, Mitch who plays in my band, my childhood best friend's name is Johnny, so yeah, I'm very lucky in the friends department, I love my friends."
"Who does Harry Styles look like? My mom, I would say. A lot of people point out that we have the same smile," he shrugged, "My mom is a beautiful woman so I'm flattered."
"Who did Harry Styles write Love Of My Life about? My wife and London."
"And final question," he slowly peeled off the sticker for dramatic effect, "Who does Harry Styles love? Okay, that's cute that people search for that on the internet, um, I love my family and friends, I love my wife that's for sure, I love making music and performing," he listed with his fingers, "And love love, yeah, love is great."
He smiled to the camera and put the board aside to say his goodbyes.
"I thought my Google searches were much more appropriate that I expected. I was fun to see what people wonder about me, so yeah thank you WIRED for having me."
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Pairing: Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader
Warnings: MINORS DNI (Porn with a substantial amount of plot fingering, P in V, pet names, bucky barnes.)
Author's Note: Installment 4 here we go! So sorry for the delay but writing should be coming more close as I enjoy my spring break! Hope you all enjoy and happy readings Buns!
Tony Stark was always looking for the next best thing to boosts his websites rating. 
“Any of the scenes catching your eye?” 
Bucky looked up from the script titles, eyes meeting his boss, a shake to his head. 
‘Step-sister helps me relax’ 
‘Horny sitter cums clean’ 
‘Caught stepbrother smelling my underwear’ 
Bucky grimaces at that one, “Jesus stark, who the hell wrote these titles?” he says as he slides the page back at his boss. 
Tony laughs as he picks up the paper he laid out for Bucky minutes prior to scan them again himself. His grimace mirrored his stars, he's tossing the page back down on the desk, “they were sent to me by the scripting company,” he answers with a heavy breath, “apparently this is what the people want, this is the sex that’s selling.” 
Bucky’s looking down at the page again, reading through the titles, “stark hubs dabbled in these categories before, but shouldn’t we be bringing something new, something we haven’t filmed before instead of just slapping on a raunchy title to one of our viewers favorites?” 
Tony tilts his head, “that would be ideal, yes – but this is what is selling right now, this is what the viewers want.”  
The brunette shakes his head rubbing at his stubble, “Do you have the list of costars for me this week?” 
Tony goes to answer his question but a knock stops him, both their eyes going to the door. Pepper pops her head in with a warm smile a paper in her hand, “got the list of girls that are available for this week.” She says letting herself in, you following in right after her a warm smile and greeting on your lips, Bucky returns the sentiment. 
“Wonderful,” Tony grins grabbing the page from his wife, looking it over before sliding it to him, “got that list for you right here Barnes.” Bucky gives his boss an unamused look, grabbing the page to scan the names, his eyes finding your name right away looking over your open days. 
“Y/n sit,” Tony offers the seat next to Bucky, “maybe you and Pepper can help us here.” Bucky continues to scan the list of names and days available while Tony explains what they had gone over before you and Pepper had come in. 
Bucky’s placing the list down just as you’re picking up the list of titles, Tony laughs at the grimace that kisses your features, “this came from the scripting company? You question passing the page to Pepper, “are they running out of titles?”  
Peppers reaction is similar to yours, “this is what’s  selling?” Tony nods leaning back in his chair, “unfortunately it is, it’s all the hype right now.” 
“Getting caught smelling your stepsisters underwear though? I mean Im not kink shaming but that cant be that hot.” 
Bucky chuckles next to you, “My thoughts exactly, the only way that title is selling is if the sex that comes after.” 
You nod turning to Pepper, “I guess I’ll do solos and Cams this week, work on my views.” Your boss nods jotting it down already, Bucky turns to your brows furrowed, but Tony asks the question burning his tongue, “not feeling up to working with the guys this week kid, the soldier not do his job last week?” 
You laugh, “the soldier did his job and then some -” 
“So what’s the problem then?” stark jumps in. 
“Aside from the bad titles,” you say pointing to the paper, “m’not really comfortable with the list of costars left to choose from, I’d rather get myself off.” 
“I think I get you off just fine y/n.” it’s out of Buckys mouth before he can stop it. You turn to catch his gaze, “I could take any of those titles and have you coming within the first thirty minutes.” 
Your tongue runs along your cheek, “I know you can, but I’m not trying to step on any toes.” 
The brunettes brows furrow, head tilted in question, “step on toes?” Tony questions drawing your attention away from Bucky. You nod, you hadn’t wanted to bring this up, but from the look on the broad-shouldered brunette sitting next to you, he deserved to know. “Carter approached me in the lockers this morning, said she had Bucky the whole week.” You leave out the part where she said Bucky only filmed with you for the views and now that your ratings were high enough his job of filming with you was done. “She had overheard me and Wanda talking about our plans for this week, I mentioned wanting to work with Bucky, that’s when she approached me to tell me she had you for the week.” 
He licks over his lip, jaw ticking, “So its not that I don’t want to work with you, and have you fuck me silly to one of those raunchy titles,” you say drawing a low whistle from Tony,  but you wanted to make your intentions of working with him still known. “But I assumed you were booked for the week with the way Carter approached me this morning – I’m not trying to make enemies of the girls.” 
“Listen kid,” Tony speaks up drawing your attention, “schedules have to go through me for final approval, Carter can say she has Bucky booked for the week but if it’s not approved by me it ain’t happening, so if you wanna work with him add it to your schedule and I’ll give the final approval, and given the ratings the two of you have been getting it’ll be the first approved.” 
“Give me Friday,” you say gaze finding Bucky’s, “I’d like to start my weekend off with a bang, won’t be a problem – right soldier.” 
Bucky runs his devious tongue over his lower lip, “not a problem at all, I’ll give you something to hold you over till next week.” 
Tony claps his hand, grin on his features, “you sure you just want Friday kid?” Bucky watches you nod your head, “yeah, I really wanna do some solos with some new pieces I purchased last week.” The man raises a brow, “pieces we might get a peek of Friday?” 
“I have the perfect piece.” 
Tony grins, “well its settled you’ll do solos Monday through Thursday film with the soldier Friday.” 
“Thank you Tony.” 
“No problem kid,” he replies watching you and his wife stand the two of you making your exit. He watches you wave at Bucky promising to see him Friday it’s only after the doors closed behind the two of them that Tony turns to his star. “Something tells me you’ll see her before Friday.” 
Bucky shakes his head with a chuckle, “unless she accepts an invitation to join us at the bar when we go during the week I won’t see her till Friday.” 
“Speaking of Friday,” Tony turns the discussion, “how would you feel filming something new.” 
Bucky looks at his boss in question, “you mean something not on the list?” Tony nods, “mobile recorded videos have been a hit lately on other sites, I’m thinking we could dip our toes, try a new category here at stark hub.” 
“What did you have in mind?” the brunette questions. 
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“So where do you want me?” 
The kitchen. 
The living room. 
Shower. 
Bucky wanted to take you apart on every inch of his apartment, and the longer he stood here watching you in that set the longer he had time to think maybe going along with starks idea hadn’t been his best. Yes, it had been Starks bright idea to have Bucky film an ‘amateur’ scene with y/n where he had her in his bed to see what the viewers might think about it, but it had been Bucky who offered his actual bed, that probably wasn’t the smartest thought he’s had, amongst all the filthiest. 
“B,’ you laugh softly, “if you want, we can get a set instead, maybe just haul your sheets with us so its mor natural - this is your space I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, I’m sure Tony will understand and can set us up.” Your words seem to bring him out of his reverie, his gaze finding yours, “sweetheart,” he chuckles licking over his lower lip, “I am anything but uncomfortable right now, if anything I’m holding myself back from taking you on every surface of my space I want you everywhere.” 
A grin pulls at your lips, “well no one's here to tell us what to do, so why don’t you?” 
The growl ripping from his chest is your only warning as he closes the distance between the two of you, hands going around you as he grips at your under thighs hoisting you in his arms. 
You let out a surprised laugh, your arms hooking around his neck though it’s short-lived as he drops you on his bed, his body covering yours, lips a breath away. “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me soldier?” 
Bucky consumes your laugh with a press of his lips to yours, and a roll.of his hips that has you moaning into his mouth. 
“You feel how happy you’ve made me?” 
You arch up into the press of his hips as you chase his lips, “put it in – please.” 
He groans into your parted lips; stark was really testing his patience with this scene he offered him. “I plan on it, but right now I need you to be a good girl and get yourself real comfortable in my sheets, ass out for me to play with, you think you can do that for me?” 
You’re nodding your head in answer but it’s the soldiers’ time to play. He grips your jaw, “words Eden, you can’t be that cock drunk yet.” 
“Yes sir.” 
He grins planting a kiss on your waiting lips, “good girl, get up there.” You do as he says sliding up the bed, you don’t get far before he stops you with a hand on your hip. “Oh, and Eden keep being a good girl for me and you’ll really be staying the night tonight.” 
His words have your heart racing in your chest, teeth biting back the grin that threatens to break your lips. You're thankful for the pillow and sheets that hide the warmth filling your cheeks, though it does little to quell the butterflies erupting in your stomach. Everything smells like him; you want to drown in it. 
You situate yourself in his sheets curled onto your side, leg hiked high in the sheets leaving your bottom pushed out for him. You burrow yourself into his pillow eyes shutting as if you were really asleep, as if he had really let Eden Ivy stay the night.  
The room is quiet, darker now as he shuts off the light, you can feel him shuffle around his room, but don’t know where he is till you feel the dip of his bed behind you. Behind your closed lids you can see the faint light of the flash from his phone's camera. A true ‘amateur’ film touch. 
His touch comes shortly after and you can’t help the quiet ‘sleepy’ moan that builds in your chest, he shushes you softly, as his hand dancing over the skin of your exposed thigh. His hands feel you up groping you through the flimsy red fabric of your set. It doesn’t conceal the skin beneath it, the set so sheer he can see your the slick gathering between your thighs. 
He cups your pussy drawing another murmured moan from your lips, you shift in your ‘sleep’ and he stills. When you settle again he pulls the ‘wet’ fabric to the side giving the camera a picturesque view of your “petty wet pussy”. A shiver rolls itself down your spine when he slips a digit into your wet awaiting heat, it takes all of you not to ‘wake-up’, you moan instead. He fucks you with the lone digit, pulling it out just enough to stick another alongside the first.  
“So wet Eden, you dirty girl, wonder what you’re dreaming of.” 
You push back into his hand letting your moans build as he fucks his fingers into you, he doesn't let up in the build of your pleasure, sliding a third finger in to stretch you out for his cock. “Gotta get you stretched out for me Eden, gonna fuck this pretty little pussy – make it better than your dreams.” 
The ‘please’ is out of your lips before you can stop yourself, he chuckles body finally finding yours as he presses up against you, his phone still angled at your pussy where he fucks his fingers into you with vigor. “My pretty girl waking up for more, didn’t feed you enough earlier?” he questions. 
His words have you whimpering, he presses a wet kiss to your neck, licking your skin, “don’t worry baby,” he murmurs, “I’ve got you, don’t even have to open your eyes, gonna take real good care of you.” You find you want to open your eyes; you want to see him. You want to look into those cerulean blue eyes gone dark, those all to pink pouty lips parted in pleasure, you wanted to kiss him.  
And you do, your head turning, seeking out his lips, he goes to you easily, lips finding yours tasting you with his tongue.  
“Fuck I gotta get my cock in there, put you right back to sleep sweet girl.” 
His fingers slip from your pussy hand hooking around your thigh as he gets you into position. He slips his grey joggers down just enough to get his hardened cock out. He gets annoyed with his phone trying to find the perfect angle to slide against you, he finds it groan building in his chest as he presses forward, the head of his cock pressing past your drenched folds, his hips roll forward the tip of his cock brushing against your clit. 
The noises you make are music to his ears, he wants more. 
Grabbing hold of his leaking cock he drags it through your slick folds pressing into your warm heat, a moan falling from your lips as he bottoms out, your body pushes back, ass flush against his hips. 
His head meets your shoulder, ragged breaths fanning across your skin, “fuck this pussy is addicting,” he groans feeling you flutter and clench around the length of him. 
He pulls his hips back, cock sliding out from within you till only the tip is left, he slides back in again making sure to get every inch of it. The buildup is slow, as he fucks up into you, he wants to capture every part of the way your pussy takes him, and he lets you know just how well she is. “She takes me so well, always so fucking hungry for it.” 
If you had trouble keeping quiet then, it's almost impossible to quiet your moans now as he fucks into you with vigor, a steady speed which has the sweetest groans of pleasure falling from your lips and his. “Fuck you’re close aren’t you, can feel her clenching for me baby, you wanna cum for me?” He quickens his thrusts, pressing himself deep, your walls fluttering around him as pleasure builds.    
“Soldat,” you whine low in your throat as if you’re being roused from the depths of your sleep. “There she is,” he chuckles picking up speed needing to bring you to that release. It doesn’t take you long to fall apart around him, his cock taking you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you in waves of pleasure. Moan's part your lips, fingers curling around the sheets as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your stage name falls from his lips in a silent prayer, “come for me,” you breathe, “fill me up again.” 
Your words have him falling over the edge with you, his jaw clenching as his orgasm washes over him, his stomach muscles tense, as he spills into you, warm spurts filling your core. “Fuck take it, take my cum Eden.” 
You’d take it all and then some if he let you. 
You groan when he slips his cock from you, the flash on his phone bright as he shines it between your legs capturing the moment his cum slides from your pussy. You moan when he pushes it right back in with his fingers. He stops the video, the light going with it as he tosses his phone somewhere on his bed the hand that wasn’t buried between your thighs cradling your head, bringing you closer to him his lips finding yours in the dark. 
“Does this mean Eden Ivy gets to stay the night?” 
“No, but you do.” 
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How's Your Head?
Pairing: Firefighter! Bucky x Paramedic! Reader
Warnings: None.
Author's Note: The gym thoughts won.
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“What happened Chief?” 
Sam gives you a look, “I’m on the job so formalities only,” he cracks a smile, you roll your eyes biting back your own, “details on the injured chief where is he?” 
He tilts his head to the back of the fire truck stationed feet away, “he’s at the back of the drill truck, Rogers is keeping him talking, got his head and shoulder banged up pretty good running drills.” You hoist your bag higher on your shoulder, “take me to him.” 
You hear him before you see him, “Rogers I swear if you don’t get your damn fingers out of my face, I told you I’m fine, I’ve gotten hurt worse on the job there’s no need for all this fussin, you shouldn’t have called.” 
“And that’ll be my call to make,” you say rounding the truck finding Lieutenant Barnes sat slouched over the back, ice pack pressed to his head, Captain Rogers pressing one to his shoulder. You place the bag next to him taking over the icepack pressed to the lieutenant's shoulder. 
“I’ve got it from here Captain, you and chief are free to go.” you say excusing the two other men, they thank you letting the Lieutenant next to you know they’ll be at the station when he’s done.  
You turn to the broad-shouldered brunette sitting in front of you his posture much straighter now that his colleagues have left a glint in his eyes and a cheeky smile on his lips as he looks at you, you already know you’re in for trouble. 
“How are you feeling Lieutenant Barnes?” 
The man groans, clutching his chest in dramatics, “You wound me, I’ve told you to call me Bucky sweetheart, we’re past lieutenant Barnes at this point.” 
Your tongue pushes into your cheek, biting back the smile threatening to split your lips, “and I’m on the job lieutenant, now how are you feeling, any pain?” You question lifting the ice back from his shoulder, your fingers curling into the white top to peek at the reddened skin, a speckle of red and purple look back at you. 
“Sweetheart if you want to see me shirtless all you have to do is ask.” 
Ignoring his teasing comment, you press down on the skin softly drawing out a pained groan, “scale of one to ten what’s the pain level?” 
“I’d say an 8 but a kiss could bring it down to 1, get my mind right off of it.” 
You shake your head placing the icepack down “and how’s your head?” you continue getting right in front of him to remove the second icepack, your fingers combing softly through his hair to check for broken skin 
“I’ve had no complaints.” 
Your fingers pause in his hair, eyes meeting his amused ones, you laugh, “I meant your actual head Bucky, are you feeling pain?” 
“Will you kiss it to make it better?” 
“Bucky.” 
“What about a date,” he continues, “I’d have something other than a headache to look forward to tonight.” 
You chuckle fingers moving in his hair again, “you should be glad they called I’m pretty sure you’re suffering from a concussion.” you say examining his head again. 
His hands find the sides of your thighs, the action rendering you motionless, your fingers still in his hair again eyes finding his, “I’m actually glad they called - I got to see you.”  
He’s grinning at the smile you try so hard to hide. “C’mon sweetheart one date.” 
“If I agree to this one date, will you let me finish checking you so I have something other than your incessant flirting to report back to the chief?” 
“If you agree you can check me as thoroughly as you want sweetheart.” 
“Fine Barnes, one date, one.” you stress. 
“Oh sweetheart you and I both know it won’t only be one.” 
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Anything special for Bucky's birthday?
Something small, nonnie.
For Years or for Hours
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky is the love of your life and deserves to have a peaceful birthday.
Word Count: Almost 1.2k
Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, implied explicit sexual content, being in love, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: I wanted to do something more, but today got away from me. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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The sun had just risen outside of Bucky’s hut in Wakanda, the rays peeking in and beckoning you to wake up and venture out into the world. You weren't ready to rise and meet the day quite yet. Not when Bucky was beside you, holding you in his sleep like you he’d lose you if he loosened his grip. You wouldn't dare disturb his slumber. Not when he more than anyone deserved to rest peacefully.
So you decided to count the freckles on his nose.
“My beautiful man,” you whispered, placing your left hand on his cheek. “Love of my life.”
The wedding band on your ring finger matched his in design, symbols of the never ending love you had for each other. Time stood still and moved all at once when you said “I do”, but forever didn’t start with your wedding day. It began the day you met. Every moment after that paved a path that entwined, neither of you having to walk alone again.
“One,” you whispered, kissing a freckle on the tip of his nose. You’d never get over the sight of him. “Two…”
You didn’t know Bucky had freckles until he was in your face during a training session, the definition of up close and personal. It was right before you shared your first kiss, which was ages ago and felt like yesterday. He rolled on top of you and pinned your arms above your head, his breathing heavy and eyes stormy as you gazed up at him. Instead of trying to break free of his strong hold, you went lax underneath him and smiled.
“Are you yielding?” He asked, releasing one of your wrists when you made no attempt to move.
“Wow. You have freckles,” you exhaled, brushing his soft brown hair back that fell in his eyes. “I never noticed them before.”
It was as if Bucky removed an invisible mask and allowed you to see his true self for the first time before he pressed his lips to yours. It sparked a flame inside of you that no one could ever put out. And if being in love with him taught you anything, it was that masks hid your true selves and built walls to keep others out. You helped each other knock them down.
He was your partner in every sense of the word.
“Mmm. Tickles,” he mumbled as you kept kissing his nose, his voice throaty and low as he opened his eyes. His broad torso rolled as he arched his back and you had to suppress a shiver when he groaned. “Were you counting my freckles again?”
“You caught me,” you whispered, pecking his nose once more and not embarrassed in the slightest. “I can’t help it. You’re so pretty.”
Amusement filled his eyes as he slid a palm down your ribs to your hip. “I thought you were the pretty one in this relationship, Mrs. Barnes.”
Your cheeks warmed at the reminder that you were his wife. “We can both be pretty, Mr. Barnes,” you teased, tilting your head back so he could brush his scruff against your neck. You joked once that people called him the White Wolf because he liked to “scent” and leave his mark on you. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”
“Why should I go back to sleep, hmm?” He asked, placing an open-mouthed kiss over your racing pulse. It was enough to make you whimper when you tried to find your words. “Cat got your tongue?”
“You menace,” you moaned, tugging on his hair for good measure, which only made him let out that lustful groan you loved. “Because it’s your birthday and you deserve to sleep in, old man.”
His first birthday as a married man.
“And we won't say how old I am today,” he said, his hair falling in his eyes as he pulled back and smirked. “And I was kind of hoping I'd wake up with my cock in your mouth.”
“Bucky,” you breathed out, fighting the urge to laugh at his admission as the tingle between your thighs grew. Whatever thought was in your mind went away. It didn't matter. All you could imagine were his eyes staring down at you in wonder and ecstasy as you took him in your throat. “You know what? Fine. Your wish is my command.”
You’d please him with whichever hole he wanted to use.
“But I’m awake,” he teased, chuckling when you silenced him with your lips. He didn't let you pull away, feeling as if the hut tilted on its axis as he deepened the kiss you started. It was like your first kiss all over again. The promise of something more.
A lifetime together.
“Pretend you're asleep,” you suggested when you grudgingly pulled away from his sinful lips. “But if Steve and Sam ask, we woke up to watch the sun rise.”
Bucky’s eyes flashed when you smiled, your heart rate picking up. “Don't talk about those punks when you're about to go down on me,” he half growled.
“Yes, White Wolf,” you teased. They would no doubt message him birthday wishes, along with Natasha and a few others, once they were awake. He deserved all the love today and every day.
Before you could kiss down Bucky's body, he stopped you with a gentle grip. “Wait,” he whispered, his eyes searching your face. You didn't know a gaze could be so soft until he looked upon you. This was a man who knew your hopes, dreams, fears.
And loved you all the while.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked when he reached for your left hand.
“I just love you so much, doll,” he said, running his thumb over the ring as your eyes filled with tears. You blinked them away quickly enough to catch his tender smile. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
When you got home, you’d celebrate his special day in regular fashion. You’d take him to the new science exhibit that he mentioned wanting to see. The two of you would cuddle up to watch his favorite movie after dinner with the gang. He’d eat the cake you baked just for him. And there would be a present or two for him to open before you went to bed.
But the gift he wanted most was to have a day without a reminder of the fight. Where he could breathe in the air, take in the quiet, and feel a sense of peace with the person he loved beside him. You knew the only way to give him that was to get him out of the city and back to his hut. Even if it was only for a short time.
In his sanctuary, he’d find tranquility on his special day and you’d show him how much you loved him. Memories the two of you would carry for a lifetime. Because he gave you the world by asking you to be his and you’d spend forever making him happy. Just like he deserved.
“I love you, too, Bucky Barnes,” you promised, kissing the freckle again on the tip of his nose. “Happy birthday.”
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New Neighbour
Bucky A/U
Summary: Your new neighbour moves in next to you who you think is handsome. He comes to you for help with a fluffy situation he finds on his motorcycle. You bond over the tiny white kitten he now calls his.
Content warning: Flufffffff, I can't think of anything else? ALPINE!!
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You had lived in your apartment building for a few years now, making friends with most of the people on your floor. You were sad when Mr. Watson moved out since he was such a good and quiet neighbour. You were nervous because you were unsure of who the new tenant would be. You had hoped they were quiet like Mr. Watson or at the very least, considerate of the time of day. The walls were thin in the old building you lived in, so you were just praying that whoever moved in was going to be nice and quiet.
You watched as two trucks stopped out front and were being unloaded by two men who were freakishly fit and handsome, moving the boxes with ease. Lucky for you, your computer desk was right near the window, so you had a good clear view of the show while you returned some emails and did some online shopping.
One of the men was tall, had blonde hair, broad shoulders, and a wholesomeness about him you couldn't look away from. The other had dark hair, slightly on the longer side, was tall like his friend and equally strong looking and just as handsome, if not more.
When he turned to talk with his friend, you noticed his piercing blue eyes that made your heart skip a beat and wished for that moment you were staring into them.
You forced yourself out of your daydream and continued observing the move in process. You watched the two men argue and bicker, but they always had a smile on their face. You heard footsteps down the hall and knew they were going next door to you.
The following day, you got up early for work, downed some coffee and grabbed a granola bar before slipping on your scrubs and walking to work. You were a veterinary assistant at an animal clinic a few blocks from your apartment.
You loved it, being able to help sick and injured animals. The job took a toll on you at times, especially if there were any sad diagnoses or appointments where you had to comfort a newly grieving owner, but you wouldn't change it for the world. You loved all animals (Except snakes – you were still terrified of them) and had wanted to help them from an early age.
"Morning Y/n" Dr. Thompson said from his office. 
"Morning" you grabbed the charts for the day. 
"Morning Lizzie" you said to the other assistant who arrived shortly after you. 
"Morning Y/n. Ooh, have you met your new neighbour yet?" she asked turning on the coffee maker. 
"Not yet, but maybe when I get home?"
"Let me know how it goes. I have my fingers crossed it's someone handsome and cute for you" she giggled. 
You rolled your eyes at her.
Lizzie was newly engaged and was in full wedding planning mode. Wedding magazines and her Pinterest boards were the usual topic of conversation on breaks as well as her trying to get you to be with someone since she found her person. 
"All I'm saying Y/n, is that you should date more, see who's out there. I took a chance on someone I wouldn't normally go for, and now we're engaged!" she beamed. 
"Yeah, I know. I just think that when it's the right time to meet someone, it'll happen naturally" you shrugged.
The bell on the front door of the clinic rang which was the signal your day was starting. You met with a few regulars for their annual exams, filled some prescriptions, did some supply and food inventory, weighed an adorable floofy golden retriever puppy named Winston, and assisted with a nail trim on a great dane named Smalls when it was getting time to close the clinic for the day. 
"Night Lizzie" you waved. 
"Night Y/n, I'll lock up, see you tomorrow" she called from the back supply room. 
You walked back to your apartment, enjoying the cooler autumn air when you noticed a large, black motorcycle parked in the building's parking lot. 
"Must be the new neighbour" you said out loud to yourself.
You were walking down the hall when you saw that the new neighbour's door was open. You walked to it and poked your head inside to introduce yourself. The two men who you saw moving were standing in the kitchen, each drinking a beer. 
"Um, hello?" you squeaked from the door making both of their heads turn to you. 
"I'm Y/n, from next door, your neighbour?" you quietly said looking between the two men. 
"Just thought I would say hi and introduce myself quickly." you politely smiled at them. 
God they were both gorgeous up close you thought to yourself. 
"Hi" said the blonde who made their way over to the door. 
"I'm Steve" he flashed you a warm smile. 
"That's Bucky, your new neighbour" he pointed to the brunette still standing in the kitchen. 
You noticed he had a neutral expression on his face, but he had a faint smile showing. You also noticed the sly way he scanned his crystal blue eyes over you, taking in your appearance making you blush slightly and look away. 
"Well, I don't want to keep you, I just wanted to say hello, have a good night" you left to go into your apartment. 
"Night Y/n, thanks for stopping by" Steve smiled.
"Look at that Buck, your new neighbour" Steve slyly smirked at his best friend. 
"Seems cute" he nudged Bucky in the arm. 
"Whatever, punk" Bucky mumbled then sat down on his couch. 
The two men chatted for a bit before Steve left for the night. 
"So, you're sure you'll be alright here?" he asked from the doorway. 
"Positive. I'm looking forward to being on my own again, away from the drama and stress. I need this, Steve." Bucky said from his hallway. 
"I know you do. Call me whenever you want to, and I'll be here". Steve patted Bucky's arm while he opened the door. 
"If you're bored, I'm sure the nice nurse lady from next door would keep you company" he winked. 
"Jeez Steve." Bucky grimaced trying to hide the light blush creeping in on his cheeks while the door closed.
The next week was about the same, get up, have a quick breakfast, then walk to work, come home, supper, relax, and do it all over again. You were a quiet person and rarely went out anymore, but you didn't mind. Your friends understood you liked being at home and they always included you in group chats and texts in case you changed your mind, which was rare, but was always nice to be included. You noticed your neighbour hardly made any sound and you were loving it.
You had grabbed your lunch from the fridge and your purse and were locking your door when you noticed Bucky next to you locking up at the same time. He was dressed in dark grey workout shorts, had on a black hoodie, and black runners. 
"Morning" you lightly smiled. 
"Hi" Bucky said.
You both stood in the hallway staring at each other. 
"Well, I should get to work, have a good day" you gave a slight wave and headed for the elevator. 
"You too" Bucky turned to take the stairs down.
After an uneventful day at work, you arrived at your building and decided to check your mail when you noticed Bucky walk in and Mrs. Thomas, your nosy neighbour, step off the elevator. 
"You must be the new neighbour. I'm Mrs. Thomas from 5A, nice to meet you" she said and clapped Bucky on the back who lightly grimaced. 
"James, but everyone calls me Bucky" he smiled. 
"Well, don't be a stranger. Y/n is single and could use some company. Nice girl-needs a decent man at her side. Likes romance, can cook and bake, and is kind to animals since she's a veterinary assistant." she winked at Bucky while stepping to the front doors. 
You were officially mortified.
"Oh, I thought you were a nurse. That's nice" Bucky smiled. 
"Yeah. scrubs. Gotta love 'em" you replied with a blush. 
"Lose any patients today? Asked Mrs. Thomas. 
"No, not today" you assured her. 
Before Mrs. Thomas left, she approached Bucky, and he leaned down to listen to her. 
"She's a sensitive one, needs support now and then if there's a sad animal case she can't save" she whispered. 
Bucky nodded and lightly smiled at you. Your face was now the shade of ketchup.
"Sorry about her" you whispered. 
Bucky smiled at you and you both stepped into the elevator, which was the most uncomfortable elevator ride of your life. You both exited the elevator and Bucky walked past you to his apartment, unlocked his door and stepped in leaving you alone in the hallway with a red and sweaty face. 
"Oh my god" you quietly muttered to yourself as you unlocked your door and stepped into your apartment. 
You squeezed your temple with your fingers before heading to the bathroom to a shower.
Meanwhile, in Bucky's apartment, he had walked in and shook his head but was smiling. He thought you were cute and had wanted to get to know you better, but lately, he always felt like a bit of a loner. He had wanted to put himself out there again and date since it was a year and a half since his messy divorce, but he never knew how. 
He tried a few online dates but was scared by what he had seen. His friends would set him up on blind dates every so often, but he hated them since he never liked going into something he wasn't sure about. As he sat on his couch nursing a beer, he thought about how it wouldn't be too bad to get to know you a little and see where things would lead.
The next day at the clinic was a complete mess. It started with an emergency surgery that didn't go so well. You were in the middle of comforting the grieving owner when another emergency came in you had to assist with. This one was also not a success and as you sat with the older lady patting her back, her granddaughter came in. You watched the older lady tell her granddaughter the bad news about the cat and had to walk away because you couldn't listen to the cries and sadness. 
Your next few appointments went well, but the morning emergencies still hung over your head.
Another box of stray kittens was dropped at the clinic's door, so you called your friend at the cat shelter, and she came to pick them up. If it was a few years prior, you would have taken the box and kept the cats yourself, but you were learning over the years that every animal can't be saved, and some must be given away to others for help. It was hard, but a lesson you were trying to accept.
You walked home and entered your apartment feeling down, so you did what makes you happy – you baked your famous chewy chocolate chip cookies. You loved baking and after a stressful day, it helps you relax and calm down. You finished the batch but realized you had more than enough, so you packaged them up to give away.
You made a box for the clinic, one for yourself to keep, a small one for Mrs. Thomas, but there were still lots left. You thought about it when an idea popped into your head. You packaged up the rest of the cookies, careful not to squish any of them, and headed out your door. You walked over to Bucky's apartment and stood in the hall for a few minutes before you knocked.
He answered the door wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt that fit him perfectly. You had to look away to stop from staring. 
"Um, hi" you quietly said. 
"Hi" he smiled. 
You stood there staring at each other. 
"Can I help you? Are you ok?" asked Bucky who seemed to be assessing you.
"Oh, right. Sorry, I spaced out for a minute. Here, I made some cookies and there's too much for me, so I wanted to drop some off for you" you blushed. 
"Really? For me?" asked Bucky eyeing up the box. 
"Yeah. I had a bad day at work and baking helps, so here" you handed him the box. 
"Just plain chocolate chip, no nuts in case you are allergic or anything" you smiled. 
"Thanks, and I'm not allergic to anything."  he took the box from your hands. 
"Well, goodnight" you turned back to your apartment. 
"Night" he watched you enter your apartment.
He closed his door and opened the box and inhaled the delicious, sweet scent of the treats. He hasn't had homemade cookies for a long time. His ex-wife never cooked or baked and before that, his mom would make him things from time to time, but she has since passed so homemade cookies were never around. 
As he was digging into the box, savouring the cookies, he couldn't help but replay your words in his head. You had a bad day at work which means you were upset and sad. He felt like a jerk for taking the box and not asking if you were ok. He walked over to your apartment and knocked on your door.
You opened it and saw him standing there with a worried look on his face.
"Are the cookies not good?" you looked at him. Bucky’s gut clenched at your concerned face. He was screwing this up!
"Huh? Oh, no, they're fine, delicious actually".
You smiled proudly. 
"You said you had a bad day at work, so I just wanted to see if you were ok?" he asked lightly blushed. 
"Oh, yeah...was a hard one but I'm ok. Want to come in?" you asked. 
"Ok" he stepped into your apartment. 
You motioned for him to sit on your couch. You told him about your day, and he seemed genuinely concerned while you let out a few tears. 
"Sorry, I get sad talking about it" you said and grabbed a Kleenex, wiping your eyes. 
"It's ok, it just means you care" he patted your arm gently. 
The two of you talked for the rest of the night. You learned Bucky was a security guard, was divorced, liked to read books, and go for rides on his motorcycle.
By the time Bucky left, you had a smile on your face and felt better about your day. He was a good listener, funny, smart, and kind; all the qualities that you admire in a partner. You shook your thoughts from your daydream as you thought there's no way someone like him would be interested in someone like you, you thought to yourself.
Meanwhile, Bucky got back to his apartment and decided he needed to text Steve about the thoughts he was having.
It was Saturday and you were excited to finally relax and put the week behind you. You had gotten up early and were about to leave for the market when you heard loud thumping on your door. You looked through the peephole and saw it was Bucky, so you opened the door. 
"Bucky, what's going on?" you asked, looking at him with concern. 
His eyes were slightly wild, and he was a little twitchy. 
"Hey, I really don't know where else to go, can I come in?"
"Ok?"
He came into your apartment and sat down on your couch. 
"Bucky, what's wrong? You're worrying me a little".
He reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a kitten. 
"Oh, my goodness, what do you have there?"
You took the tiny creature from him and snuggled it close to you. 
"Ah, yeah. I went to go for an early morning ride and noticed this little furball on the seat of my bike. I didn't really know what to do so I scooped it up and brought it here thinking you would know what to do. I can't leave it and I want to make sure it's healthy, and ok?" he watched you interact with it. 
You took the kitten to your kitchen counter and wanted to do a quick exam on it. 
"It's a female" you said smiling down at her. 
She was all white, a little dirty, and had bright blue eyes and a long slightly fluffy tail, pink toe pads you referred to as "toe beans" which made Bucky smile, and razor-sharp nails that desperately needed a trim.
You were not a vet by any means, but you knew enough to do a basic exam on the fluffball with Bucky joining you at your side. You picked up and held the kitten and noticed she was a little skinny and slightly malnourished, her eyes were healthy, as were her ears which was a good thing. Bucky watched you hold her and check her over further and he had to hide the smile from his face. He also started feeling butterflies in his stomach too, a feeling he hasn't had for a long time, something he spoke with Steve about the previous night.
You were so gentle with her, patient, and kind, cooing at her to calm her down which was working. He could see how you loved animals and was more at ease knowing you would be able to take care of the kitten, or at least know what to do with it. 
"I think I'll give her a bath, she's a little dirty from being on the street”.
You handed Bucky the kitten and walked to your bathroom to grab some gentle foaming body wash and a facecloth. You went back to the sink and filled the bottom with lukewarm water. 
"Here, let me". You took her from Bucky's hands, brushing your hands with his, causing heat to rise to your face. 
"Sorry" you mumbled. 
"S'ok" he smiled.
You placed the kitten in the sink and washed her all over, rinsing the fur and cleaning any stuck-on dirt away. She was curious at first, but then quickly realized she wanted no part of the water and kept trying to escape and was mewing loudly. Bucky stood next to you and held her firmly so you could scrub the kitten and rinse her off. Seeing Bucky interact with the small kitten melted your heart as he was being so gentle and kind with her. When you were done. You grabbed a fluffy hand towel and wrapped her in it, drying her off.
"What do we do now?" asked Bucky who was watching you cuddle the kitten. 
"Well, she'll need some food, water, and a safe place."
"I can do that"
"Do you want to keep her?"
He never really thought about having a pet. His ex-wife was allergic to dogs and cats, but he had them growing up. 
"If not, I could call my friend who runs an animal shelter. She can take her and put her up for adoption if you don't want her. She doesn't have a collar, no tattoo, or markings of any kind so I think it's safe to say she's a stray."
Bucky thought about it, and he didn't like the fact that someone else could take her. 
"I can keep her" he softly said. 
"Ok, Daddy, she's all yours. Think of a name. I can keep her here while you shop for supplies" you said smiling. 
Bucky's stomach fluttered at the daddy remark. 
"Ok. Y/n, can you make me a list of what I need?" asked Bucky. 
You made your way over to the kitchen and started writing down the supplies he would need. 
"Oh, and if you can, come by the clinic so we can get her properly looked at, some shots, and set up an appointment for a spay" you smiled at Bucky. 
"Got it". He took the list from you and went to the door. 
"We'll be here when you get back" you smiled proudly.
Bucky left the apartment, and you heard his bike start up a few minutes later. You kept the kitten close to you as she snuggled down in your warmth and closed her eyes. A few hours later, you heard a knock at your door and saw Bucky on the other side, so you answered it. 
"Hi" he said smiling brightly. 
"Hi." 
"She still doing ok?" asked Bucky as he walked in, looking for his newest friend.
"Of course, we were just reading. She's pretty chill for a kitten" you chuckled lightly making Bucky's heart melt at the sound. 
As soon as the kitten heard Bucky, she came running up to him and meowed loudly at his feet. 
"I think you're her favourite" you said and smiled. 
Bucky smiled proudly as he bent down to pick up the kitten and cradle her in his large arms. 
"Come with me, I'll show you your new home." he whispered in her ear. 
"Want to come with us?" he asked. 
"Ok". You followed them next door.
You walked into Bucky's apartment, and he had everything set up for the new kitten. You noticed some toys, food dishes, a scratching post, and litter box ready to go. He even moved an old chair by the window so she could curl up in it and fall asleep in the sun while looking outside. 
"Nice set up" you said approving of the items Bucky had bought. 
He let go of the kitten and she went off exploring. 
"Thought of a name yet?" you asked while sitting down on a stool at his kitchen counter. 
"Not sure" he thought about it. 
"I'm thinking something to do with snow or winter since she's all white" you smiled as the kitten walked by and jumped up on the back of the couch looking between the two of you. 
"How about Alpine?" asked Bucky as the kitten let out a soft mew at the name. 
"Think she likes it. Well, I should go. Make sure to stop by the clinic soon" you reminded Bucky. 
"Sure will" said Bucky as you left.
The next day, you were filling out some charts when you were called into an exam room for assistance. You walked into exam room three and saw Bucky. 
"Hey Y/n" he smiled proudly as he held Alpine. 
"Hey Bucky, Hi Alpine". You scratched the kitten on the head who proceeded to gently swat at your hand. 
"Dr. Thompson is the best!"
You created a new chart and weighed Alpine. 
Dr. Thompson walked in and proceeded to start the exam. You were right, nothing else was wrong with the kitten apart from being slightly on the smaller side, but she was healthy considering. He gave her shots and told you to schedule a spay in the coming months.
The exam finished and you walked Bucky and Alpine back to the waiting room. Lizzie saw the two of you and couldn't wipe the smile off her face. 
"Thanks for seeing us." Bucky watched you file his chart. 
He blushed as you smiled back at him. 
"Of course. See you both later".
"See you!" he smiled before closing the door. 
"Who was THAT? And tell me more!" beamed Lizzie. 
"That was my new neighbour and his new kitten" you smiled and lightly blushed. 
"Uh huh..." Lizzie smirked. 
"What?"
"Nothing". She winked at you. 
"He's my neighbour, nothing more" you calmly stated. 
"Right, and I'm a natural blonde" she snorted and left the waiting room. 
You blushed and were able to finish the day without any issues.
You walked back to your building and were about to step into your apartment when Bucky opened his door and peeked his head into the hallway. 
"Hey Y/n, want to have dinner with us?" he asked and held out Alpine in the hallway Lion King style. 
"Oh, um, ok?" you giggled at the sight. 
"Can I shower first? A dog threw up on my feet at the last appointment and I feel kind of gross from that. 
"Of course. Come over anytime, we'll be here" he smiled pulling Alpine close to him. 
You chuckled and walked into your apartment. After your shower, you got dressed into some comfy clothes and made your way to Bucky's. 
You knocked on the door and you could hear "door's open" from inside so you opened it up and walked in. 
You saw Bucky in the kitchen opening some Chinese take out containers and offering you a seat at the counter while handing you chopsticks. 
"This is lovely" you examined the containers. 
"Wasn't sure what to get, so I ordered a variety" he said handing you a plate. 
"It all looks delicious. Lee's is my favourite place to order Chinese from." You bit into a dumpling.
You watched as he filled his plate with the food and sat down next to you at the counter. You told him how the rest of your day went and asked about his first night with Alpine. He said the night went good and Alpine likes to snuggle close to his neck to keep warm. Your heart melted as you imagined the large man snuggled into his bed with his tiny kitten as his scarf, making you smile at the thought. You both finished the food and Bucky was cleaning up. 
"Thanks for supper".
"No problem. It was the least I could do as a thank you for helping me with Alpine" he said as he helped you off the stool. 
You both stood there staring at each other, noticing Bucky's eyes move to your lips then back up to your eyes.
Alpine sauntered over and stood in-between you, letting out a loud mew looking between Bucky and you. You laughed and scooped her up, nuzzling her close to you. 
"Well, I should go. Don't want to keep you from bonding with your new friend". You put her back down. 
"Wait, stay with us and watch a movie" he asked as you took a few steps to the door. 
"Oh, ok" you shrugged your shoulders and went to sit on his couch.
You watched a movie with Bucky sitting next to you and Alpine curled up on his lap. Every so often he would put his arm across the back of the couch, lightly brushing your hair, giving you goosebumps at his touch. Alpine moved over to the chair by the window and was curled up on that, sleeping contently. 
The movie ended and Bucky turned the TV off. 
"Well, thanks for the movie too, I guess I owe you one". You nudged his leg with yours. 
"Name the time and place, and it's a date" he smiled. 
Your face went red, and you looked down, feeling a little embarrassed. 
"What? I can't help it if I want to take you out on a date. What do you think? Y/n, do you want to go out with me?" asked Bucky. 
He wasn't sure where the sudden boldness came from, but he wasn't complaining. 
"I would like that" you smiled. 
He smiled back as you got up from the couch. 
"I should go but let me know when you want to go out. I'm free anytime."
"Noted".
He walked you to his door.
As you grabbed the handle, he turned you around, so you were facing him. He took a step closer to you and you were able to breathe in his scent, that reminded you of pine and citrus. He leaned in and gave you a kiss on your cheek before wrapping you up in his arms. 
"Thanks for everything" he whispered rubbing his hands gently up and down your back. 
"It was no problem." You hugged him tightly back.
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Nice Buns
Bucky A/U - Baker Bucky
Summary: Your the Red Star Bakery's best customer and Bucky has his sights set on asking you out.
Content warning: Mild language, some cute innuendos, FLUFF, HOT BAKER BUCKY!
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Your new office job was in a small row of other businesses on a quiet street in the suburbs. You were an office manager for an insurance company with 25 people working at your location. There was always something going on at the office, from birthdays, anniversaries, fun days to celebrate, there was always a gathering of some kind and you loved it. 
"Hey Y/n, it's Bruce's birthday next week, can you order him a cake?" asked Nat from her office. 
"Sure thing!" You happily dialed the number to your favourite bakery.
The Redstar Bakery was a block away from your office and it was run by best friends Bucky and Steve. You loved it when you had to call there because that meant you got to talk to Bucky, which always made you happy.
You've never actually met Bucky, just talked to him over the phone. You've been meaning to visit but since you moved and started the new job, it's been a little hectic for you. You usually order what you need, they email you to confirm, and they charge the card on your file. You've stalked their bakery Instagram profile but they're never really in the photos, only an arm or hand depending on the item they're featuring, and they don't have personal pages, only one for the bakery.
The cake and treats you order are always delivered by their delivery driver, making Steve and Bucky a mystery to you.
"Redstar Bakery, Bucky speaking" came the low voice on the other end. 
It always made you smile, listening to Bucky speak. 
"Hey Bucky speaking, it's Y/n. Got another cake to order for the office" you smirked. 
"Hey Y/n, good to hear from you. Whose birthday is it this time?" Bucky chuckled. 
"Bruce from the HR department. Should be a basic two-tiered chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Bruce written on it. Can we get it for next Friday, delivered for noon?"
"Sounds good. Not a problem for next Friday. I'll email you the confirmation and invoice shortly." 
"Thanks Bucky, you're the best" you beamed. 
"Hey Y/n, when are you gonna come by for a visit? It's only fair I should meet one of our best customers so I can thank them in person. I've been working on a few new recipes I think you'll like" came the teasing voice from the other end of the line. 
"Soon Bucky, I promise" you giggled. 
"Well in that case, until next time"
"Thanks for this!" 
"No problem doll" came the low voice on the other end of the phone before he hung up. 
Just listening to him makes you all giddy you thought to yourself as you continued with your day.
"Who was that?" asked Steve from the kitchen. 
"Another order from Y/n".
Bucky added it to the clipboard wall in the kitchen. 
"You've got it bad for her and you've only ever spoken to her" Steve said as he was re-filling a tray of cookies. 
"I know Steve. I asked her today if I was ever going to meet her and she promised soon" Bucky got to work on some cinnamon bun dough. 
"Well, I've got my fingers crossed for you". Steve went back to the front of the store. 
Bucky smiled into his bowl as he began to knead the dough. He really hoped to meet you soon as he had a good feeling about you.
It was late Thursday afternoon when you got an email from head office saying there was going to be a visit the following day from a few executives. Great you muttered to yourself. This would put a damper on Bruce's Birthday party, but you were still going to celebrate. As you were preparing a few things, Nat came into your office and sat down. 
"Did you get the email from head office?" she asked. 
"Yup".
"I think you're going to have to get more food".
"Why? There's only a few". You looked through your emails again.
"Oh, I guess they didn't include you in on the most recent email. 10 extra people are coming" she said and winced slightly at the unimpressed face you made. 
"10? What?" you shrieked. 
"I should get more treats and food then. We can't have cake for only our people and not offer them anything and I can't go back to the bakery to get a last-minute cake, they'd hate me" you slumped down on your desk. 
Nat got up and offered a sympathetic pat to your arm as she left. You reached for your phone and dialed the bakery number.
"Redstar Bakery, Bucky speaking" came the familiar voice. 
"Hi Bucky, it's Y/n".
"Hey Y/n, just finished doing a crumb coating to your chocolate cake for tomorrow. It looks and tastes delicious" came the deep voice on the other end. 
"Oh I'm sure it does. Um, Bucky, please don't be mad, but I have to get a few more things for the office. We have last minute visitors coming from our head office and I need more treats to feed them" you sheepishly said. 
Hearing nothing on the other end, you cringed. 
"Bucky? You there?" 
You heard a soft sigh. 
"No problem, Y/n, what are you thinking?" he asked. 
"Well, I was thinking fruit tarts or mini pies of some kind, but I will let you decide since it's last minute. I don't want you making something special for us so whatever you have I'm sure will be fine" you assured him.
"It's fine doll, I'll put together something good for you. Have you sampled my buns?" he asked. 
You giggled and it was music to Bucky's ears. 
"I'd love to sample your buns Bucky" you teased and heard him chuckle. 
"Name the time and place and I'll be there" he flirted making you blush.
You thanked the stars above he couldn't see your red face. 
"I appreciate it Bucky, please also charge us accordingly if there is an extra fee for a rush or anything like that, we'll pay it" you firmly said into the phone. 
"Ok doll, talk to you later" then he hung up. 
You felt terrible, but relieved Bucky was willing to help you.
Meanwhile, Bucky was sneaking into the kitchen where Steve was icing some cookies as he watched his best friend add another order to their already full list of orders and deliveries for tomorrow. 
"Another one?" he groaned from his spot at the table. 
"Buck, you said no more orders, we're too busy" Steve frowned. 
"It's for Y/n, I couldn't say no" he whined. 
"Fine, but you're doing it, I'm getting out of here at a decent time for once, so Peggy isn't mad at me" Steve warned him. 
"I know, I know" he put his apron on and began looking over the orders when he got an idea.
It was finally Friday, the day of Bruce's birthday, the visit from head office, and just your luck, your computer program crashed along with your phone system. It was chaotic and everyone was grumpy. You were on the phone with tech support, following along with their reset instructions when you lost track of the time. 
It was noon, and everyone was starting to gather in the kitchen since they had nothing to do with their computers being down.
Nat walked into your office saying the party was starting but you waved her out, not looking at her.
After another 15 minutes, you finished with tech support, fixing the issue, and was bent over your desk grateful you opted for pants and not a skirt. You were in the process of re-organizing the cable set up of your main computer system when you heard a knock at your door.
"Be there in a bit Nat, just finishing up" you mumbled, still bent over fumbling with some cables and cords you have no idea what they do. 
"Nice buns" came a deep yet familiar voice. 
You froze in your spot and slowly looked up towards your door. There, stood a man who was tall, had dark chestnut hair, trimmed neatly but a little fluffy on the top, was clean shaven, had a strong jawline, and the clearest, deep blue eyes you've ever seen. 
"Bucky?" you asked standing up from your hunched over spot. 
"It's me. How did you guess?" he asked as his face went a little pink. 
"Well, the Redstar Bakery t-shirt you're wearing kind of gave it away and you're not Clint, the regular driver so I was able to figure it out" you smartly replied. 
"Oh right" he blushed again. 
The man was handsome. HIs bright blue eyes focused on you and his shoulder length dark hair was pulled back and you could see his broad chest under his shirt. His jeans fit him in all the right areas and his black boots finished off his look. He looked like a hungry lumberjack minus the flannel, turned baker.
"So, you were lookin' at my buns?" you joked. 
"Well, yeah, they're just there" he said and pointed to a plate sitting on your desk that had two mini cinnamon buns on it. 
Nat must had dropped it off when she came in.
"Oh my gosh!" you shook your head in embarrassment. 
"It's ok Doll but I did sneak a peek at your other buns" Bucky chuckled and walked further into your office making you blush.
He couldn't have been more pleased with finally meeting you. 
"What are you doing here instead of Clint?" you said as you turned to face him properly. 
"Well, I wanted to finally meet our best customer in person since they refuse to come by the bakery, and we had a bunch of other orders Clint took to the other side of the city" he teased. 
"Yeah, things have been busy for me since I moved and started this job" you said and smiled. 
You both stood there awkwardly looking at each other but were smiling brightly.
"Oh, I brought you a few new things to try that I've been working on" he handed you a small box. 
"Don't open it up until I leave though" he warned as you gave him a weird look. 
"Ok..." you said a little unsure, taking the box and placing it on your desk. 
"Hey Y/n, are you coming or what?" called Nat from the kitchen. 
"I'll be there soon" you called down the hall. 
"Well, it was finally good to put a face to a name doll" Bucky took a step back to your door. 
"Yes, for sure." 
You smiled brightly at Bucky, and he blushed a little.
"Ok, well, I should go. I have a few other deliveries to make, and Steve is alone at the shop so I should get back to it. I'll see you later" he winked and left your office. 
"Bye Bucky! I promise I'll come by the bakery soon" you said and watched him leave. 
He gave you another shy smile and left.
Wait, what did he mean by 'I'll see you later'?
You wondered as you made your way to the kitchen to be social with your co-workers. The Redstar bakery came through with the delicious birthday cake, cookies, cinnamon buns, and a few fruit tarts everyone was gushing over, and you were pleased with what Bucky and Steve did for you.
Bucky quickly made the rest of his deliveries and ended up back at the bakery in the early afternoon. He couldn't contain the smile on his face after meeting you as all his thoughts about you went above and beyond what he imagined you were like. Steve was in the front, cleaning the counter when he saw his best friend walk in with a huge grin on his face. 
"So, did you, do it?" asked Steve. 
Bucky nodded and walked around the counter and put on his apron. 
"I'm nervous Steve, what if she doesn't show?". 
"She'll show, have some faith" Steve patted his friend's arm.
After eating and cleaning up the kitchen, you returned to your office finally being able to work since the computers were fixed. After an hour, you noticed the box Bucky had given you, so you opened it up. Inside were four cupcakes, all with different kinds of icing and frosting, and a note that read:
I'd like to treat my best customer to dinner if she'll allow me to.
Meet me at Luigi's for 6pm for a casual date so we can get to know one another.
-Bucky
You re-read the note a few times before it sunk in. Bucky was asking you out on a date as you looked at the note and the box of cupcakes, all were individually decorated beautifully. As soon as you put the note down, the butterflies started in your stomach. You were nervous because you haven't been on a date for a while, and you had no idea he felt this way. Sure, you flirted with each other on the phone, but you had no idea he was into you to warrant a date, but you weren't complaining.
When you got home from work, you jumped into the shower and cleaned yourself up from the day. You chose a basic pair of skinny jeans, strappy sandals, and a sweater since it was a little cooler out. Hoping your look was casual enough for what Bucky had wanted, but still nice enough it would pass for a date, you left your apartment and headed to Luigi's.
You walked to the restaurant and as you got closer and closer to it, you became more nervous to see Bucky. You were scolding yourself for feeling this way, it's only Bucky you kept telling yourself. You've talked to him lots over the last little while, there's nothing to be nervous about you said to yourself repeatedly as you opened the doors to the restaurant.
You walked in and were greeted by the hostess, giving her your name. She nodded and walked you to the back of the restaurant, in a private area. As soon as you turned the corner, you saw Bucky sitting at a booth, looking equally as nervous as you, which gave you some relief. As soon as you saw him, his head shot up and he flashed you a bright smile, getting out of the booth to greet you as the hostess made her way back to the front, leaving you alone. 
"Hi" you nervously said as Bucky grinned from ear to ear. 
"You came!"
He gave you a warm hug, then ushered you into the booth, where he sat across from you.
"Did you try my new cupcakes?" asked Bucky. 
"Yes, they were delicious. What kinds were they?" you asked as the waiter came by and filled your water glasses. 
"My new line of vegan cupcakes. Steve didn't want to offer them at first thinking they wouldn't sell, but people have been buying them like crazy. Can't keep 'em in stock" Bucky said proudly. 
"Well, they certainly didn't taste vegan, they were delicious. I think I'll order some for the next birthday we have" you smiled at him, and he grinned from ear to ear.
The two of you talked all night in-between bites of garlic bread, salad, and pasta, feeling completely comfortable with one another. Conversation never stalled, nor was it awkward and you enjoyed hearing Bucky's stories about growing up with Steve and starting the bakery. He listened to you tell him about why you moved and what you did in school and was proud of you. 
When your waiter put the bill down, Bucky immediately snatched it from the table and paid it, not letting you see the amount which made you roll your eyes at him. 
"Thanks for dinner tonight" you said as the two of you were walking back to your apartment. 
"It was my pleasure". Bucky put his arm around your shoulders, and held you close to him.
You made it back to your apartment and Bucky walked you to the front doors of the building. 
"Well, this is me" you gestured to the building. 
"I had a nice time tonight Bucky".
"Me too Y/n. I was worried you wouldn't show, and I'd have to eat dinner by myself" he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. 
"I wouldn't dream of standing you up" you smiled at him. 
"Oh, there's a new bistro that just opened up a few blocks from here called 'The Snap' if you want to go with me to check it out?" you asked. 
"Like a second date then?" Bucky teased.
"Like a second date" you repeated, and Bucky grinned from ear to ear.
You both stood there staring at each other for a little bit, and Bucky took a small step closer to you, which you returned. You were close to one another as he reached out his hand and grabbed your chin, tilting it up so you could look at him.
He leaned down a little and you moved in a little then you both connected your lips, and you couldn't of been happier.
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A New Piece of Jewellery
Avengers Bucky
Summary: Your boyfriend takes you on a date to give you something special.
Content Warning: Mild language if any? Nervous / cute Bucky, established relationship with Bucky, FLUFFFFFF
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You had been officially dating Bucky for about four months now and were loving it. You and he were best friends for a year before you both realized you had feelings for each other and decided to change the dynamic of your relationship. He basically moved himself into your room at the compound after the first date you had, and you never looked back.
It was early when Bucky had woken up first, letting the early morning sunlight slowly creep into the bedroom, casting a faint glow around your head. He gently leaned down and gave you a soft kiss to your forehead and you stirred slightly in your sleep, making Bucky softly smile to himself.
Today was the day Bucky had been planning for the last three months. Truthfully, he'd been planning it for over a year, but he never found the right time, until now. You sleepily stirred awake, burying your face into the blankets while Bucky brought his arm around your waist and held you snugly to his warm chest. 
"Morning" you said under the pile of blankets. 
Bucky chuckled at your sleepiness. 
"Morning". He pulled the blankets away from your face so he could plant a big kiss on your cheek. 
"What do you have planned today?" you asked as you lazily stretched out like a cat. 
"I'm going out with Steve for a bit this morning, but other than that, nothing else. What are you doing?" He let go of your waist and rolled onto his back. 
"Not much really. I may get a workout in at the gym, some sparring with Sam and Nat, but I don't have anything else planned." You rolled over to face him.
"Where are you and Stevie going? Can I come along?" you asked, giving him your puppy dog eyes. 
Bucky looked over at you. 
"Stop that!" he giggled. 
"Steve and I have something to do. We won't be long". He tried shielding his face from yours. 
"Fine" you dramatically huffed and proceeded to fling the blankets off you so you could get dressed for the day. 
"Hey doll?" asked Bucky as he was getting up from the bed. 
"Yeah?" 
"I'd like to take you out tonight. On a date" he got his clothes out of the dresser. 
"Oh, do you now?"
"I want to take my girl out for dinner and some stargazing, if it's clear" he said proudly as he finished getting dressed. 
"Well, I can't say no to that now, can I?" You wrapped your arms around his waist. 
"Be ready for 6" he smiled as a knock sounded at your door.
"Guys?" came the quiet, unsure voice from the other side. 
"Come in Steve, we're up and decent" you laughed. 
Steve opened the door, stood there for a bit, then came in. 
"Morning Stevie". You gave him a side hug. 
"Morning Y/n. Ready Buck?" he asked. 
"Yeah".
"Ok then, see you later Y/n" Steve said as him and Bucky walked out of your room. 
Bucky turned and gave you a kiss on the cheek. 
"See ya later doll" then they left.
Steve drove Bucky to the jeweler, and the whole way there, Bucky was a nervous ball of energy. 
"I'm worried Steve. What if what I ordered doesn't look right?" he asked. 
"I'm sure it'll be fine. Y/n is gonna love it no matter what".
He parked the car in front of the store. 
The two men got out of the car and headed into the shop.
"Ah, Mr. Barnes, good to see you again". The salesman greeted Bucky. 
"We have your order all ready to go". He handed Bucky the small black velvet box to inspect. 
Bucky opened it up and his eyes were wide, then a smile appeared on his face as he looked over his order. Steve was next to him, and he patted Bucky on the back and nodded to the salesman. 
"It's great, Y/n will love it" Steve smiled at his friend. 
Bucky was speechless. The shop got the order right and went above and beyond what he could have imagined. 
"This is perfect". Bucky closed the case and finished up with the salesman. 
Steve took a small walk around the shop, taking in some of the items when Bucky walked up to him.
"You're gonna wanna look at those at some point I'm guessing?" Steve asked his best friend while he pointed to the engagement ring display case. 
"Oh, don't worry Steve, I already have one of those" he winked at Steve whose eyes bulged out from his head. 
"Are you serious?"
"Deadly" Bucky's eyes were focused on Steve, mouth unwavering. 
"I've known Y/n was the one the moment I first met her. Bought one after our fifth date and have it safely hidden at the compound for another time. This gift I'm giving her today, I want it to solidify my intentions".
Bucky went back to the counter. 
Steve smiled at his friend and was proud at what Bucky was able to accomplish considering his past and he was very happy he had you as his partner. He paid for the order and the two men left the shop, stopping at a diner before they headed back.
Meanwhile, back at the compound, you were in the gym sparring with Nat as Sam was helping you with your stance. 
"Just like that".
Sam re-positioned your left leg so it would be in a better spot when you took a step forward for a kick. 
"Thanks Sam".
Nat lunged towards you, and you kicked at her using your new leg position, knocking her off balance. 
"Ok, I'm done".
Both Nat and Sam grabbed a sip from their water bottles. 
"Wanna come with us to a movie tonight?" asked Sam as he was stretching out his back. 
"Maybe next time Sam. Bucky is taking me out for dinner tonight".
"What's the occasion?" asked Sam. 
You shrugged your shoulders. 
"Does he need one?" Nat smirked. 
You smiled at her statement. Bucky didn't need any special occasion to take you out on a date. He doted over you constantly, making you feel like you were the only one in the world with his words of affection and adoration. 
"Well, have fun you guys" Sam said as you left the gym.
You were in your room getting ready for your date. You chose a simple short, flowered sundress, some strappy sandals, and placed a few bracelets on your wrists. You weren't much for jewelry but every now and then, you wore some pieces for special occasions. You knew Bucky was around since you could smell his soap from his shower he had earlier when you heard a knock on your door. You went to open it and Bucky was on the other side of the door, holding a bouquet of roses smiling proudly. 
"Bucky?" you giggled while he handed you the flowers. 
"For you" he blushed a light pink colour. 
"They're beautiful, thank you" you leaned up and kissed him. 
No matter how many times he gave you flowers, he still blushed like it was the first time he's ever gotten you them and it made your heart skip a beat every time he did it.
"Come in, I'm almost ready".
Even though you two share a room, he still knocks on the door on your date nights like he's picking you up if you had your own place. He wore black pants, a buttoned-down navy-blue shirt, and black shoes but you couldn't help and notice his nervousness. His eyes were a little shifty, he was a little jumpier and more fidgety while you finished getting ready. 
"You ok?" You touched his arm. 
"Yeah" He lightly smiled. 
You eyed him suspiciously but let it go. Sometimes he could get nervous if you were going out in public, so you brushed it off and you left for your dinner.
Dinner was at a nice Italian restaurant you have eaten at before. Bucky loves their lasagna, and you like their chicken alfredo, plus, the restaurant is close to a park you and Bucky like walking in. Throughout dinner, Bucky was still nervous. He would zone out when you were talking, look all around the restaurant, shift in his seat, and he seemed like he was in a rush the entire time. 
"Bucky, are you sure you're, ok?" you asked, and he only nodded, giving you a small smile which you weren't having any part of it. 
You knew something was off but couldn't figure out what it was. He wasn't talkative like he normally is. In fact, he was scowling more and seemed to be lost in thought, putting a damper on the mood of the date that was supposed to be a nice evening. Every time you told a joke, he just blinked a few times and politely nodded. You tried cheering him up, getting his mind off whatever, he was thinking about, but you were unsuccessful.
Because of Bucky's behaviour, you felt uneasy and stopped talking altogether as you figured you were adding to his stress level. You finished the dinner quietly, and Bucky offered to get dessert, but you declined as the server came back with the bill. 
"I just want to go back to the compound already". You got up from the table with Bucky following. 
He placed his hand on your lower back, guiding you to the park, but you didn't feel like walking. 
"Can we go home? I'm tired."
"C'mon doll, can we just take a quick walk around the park? It's a clear night and everything".
"Are you going to relax if we walk?" you asked, side eyeing him. 
"Yes". He smiled, bringing your hand up to his mouth for a kiss on your knuckles. 
"Fine". You rolled your eyes as you headed to the park.
It was dark, the sky was clear, and Bucky was holding onto your hand so tight, it made you wince. You came up to a larger clearing and looked up into the night sky, watching the stars twinkle and shine above you and Bucky lead you to a bench where you both sat down. 
"Bucky, my hand" You were trying to wiggle from his grasp. 
"Sorry" He released your hand, only for him to squeeze you tightly around your waist. 
"Bucky!" You were trying to escape from his grip and moved away from him. 
"Alright. Spill. What's wrong with you tonight? You were fine this morning, now you're acting like a spooked chihuahua" you crossed your arms in front of you. 
He looked around and rubbed the back of his neck with his metal hand, a gesture he only does if he's really nervous. 
"I just...I just have something to tell you".
You sat there waiting for him to speak. Your heart was beating fast and there was a bead of sweat forming on your brow at the anticipation of what he was about to say. Was he breaking up with you? Did he not want to be with you anymore? Your mind was going a mile a minute and you were having a hard time focusing. 
"Over the past few months, I really wanted to let you know...that...I just need to tell you...jeez, this is really hard for me to say" he admitted as you sat there staring at him. 
You were starting to panic. 
"These past few months have been really great with you, but it's just...I need to tell you this so I can move on" he trailed off. 
Your heart sunk. 
"Move on? Are you breaking up with me Bucky? Is that what this is all about?" You frowned then looked down.
"WHAT? NO! Y/N...That's not it at all...oh god...this is bad" Buck stammered, looking all around. 
"Then what exactly do you mean James? I'm a little confused and to be honest, scared right now".
You looked down at the ground and Bucky huffed out a breath and thought this night couldn't have gotten any worse.
He knows your upset by the use of his first name.
"Just do it already".
You slumped lower on the bench, letting a tear lightly trickle out and down your cheek. 
"Y/n, look at me". You shook your head no. 
He ran a hand through his hair and then to his pocket, pulling out the little black box he picked up from the jewelers, gripping it tightly. 
"Y/n, over the past few months with you have been amazing. You're the most important thing in my life, and I am eternally grateful I get to spend it with you. I often wonder what I did to deserve having someone like you in my life".
You slowly raised your head up to see him better. 
"So, I wanted to give you this to let you know how much you mean to me and how serious I am with my intentions for you". He opened the box and presented it to you. 
"I know you don't wear a lot of jewelry, but I would like it if you wore this. I had them made specially for you".
You were still trying to wrap your brain around the fact that Bucky wasn't breaking up with you in some random park.
You sat there staring at the box, then you looked at him weirdly but then looked down at the box again, with your eyes widening at what was inside.
It was a set of Bucky's dog tags, laying neatly in the box. 
"I know the original ones are in the museum, and I have a copy of them that I wear everyday, but I wanted to give you your own, in case we are ever away from each other. They mean a lot to me, a small part from my past I still want to keep, and I wanted you to have a set because they're important to me, just like you are".
"You made me a set of your dog tags?" you asked, with a few more tears in your eyes. 
"Yes" he smiled, a little unsure. 
You took them out of the box and held them up so you could see them clearer. His name, army number, next of kin, and address were engraved on the two tags just like his original ones. 
"Bucky, these are beautiful, thank you. I love them!"
You put them around your neck and admired them. 
His smile was huge as he watched you run your fingers over the engravings. 
"Now everyone knows you're my girl". He wrapped his arms around you in a big hug. 
"Was there ever any doubt?"
You hugged him closer. 
"Never" he whispered into your hair.
You were still looking at your new piece of jewelry when Bucky took your chin in his hand and lifted it up so he could see you better. He wiped a stray tear that fell from your eye and smiled softly. 
"I love you Y/n" he gently said as you smiled wide. 
"I love you too Bucky" you said as you launched yourself into his arms and kissed him passionately. 
When you separated, you swatted him in the chest. 
"Ow, what was that for?" Bucky giggled. 
"That was for making me feel like I went out to eat with a sketched out Eeyore tonight and not my boyfriend" you said as you swatted him again. 
"Ow, and that?' he asked again. 
"That was for almost giving me a heart attack and making me think you were breaking up with me you big awkward dork" you teased as you playfully jabbed him in the chest. 
"Don't do that again!" You shook your finger at him. 
"Doll, I don't plan on it at all. You're stuck with me forever" he giggled. 
You rolled your eyes at him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. 
"Let's look at the stars a little more". He looked up into the sky. 
"I hope you learned from this Sarge".
"Oh I have, next time I plan on doing this differently" he smirked. 
"Next time?" you questioned. 
"Yeah, when I propose" he simply said and looked up to the sky. 
"Wait, what?"
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Quick Smut Drabble please, bestie. 🔥💕
Sergeant Barnes taking me, and fucking me awake in the middle of the night when he comes home. And he’s all vocal and whiny telling me how much he needs me and how much he missed me. And when I wake up, he only speeds up his thrusts taking me to paradise.
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Middle Of The Night » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader
Summary: Bucky comes home in the middle of the night and takes what he wants.
Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, little bit of fingering, unprotected sex, Sergeant kink, praise kink, cockwarming, use of pet names
A/N: Thank you for requesting @katherineswritingsblog 🩷 I love everything about this request🥵
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞
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“Fuck…” Bucky mumbles to himself when he seen your sleeping figure.
The moonlight shined through the window into yours and his bedroom onto you. You were sleeping on your stomach, wearing nothing but one of his shirts and no panties. It’s like you wanted him to come home and see you like this. Bucky couldn’t help but reach his right hand in between your legs, feeling your pussy was already wet. He sunk a finger in your tight entrance, moving it slowly. You squirmed a little, backing yourself against his hand. Bucky smirks to himself. He removed his finger and stripped himself from his clothes. His was cock hard and leaking with precum. He got on the bed, pumping his cock in his right hand. He slid his cock inside of you with ease. His thrusts started off slow, gradual getting faster. His hands grasped your hips to steady himself.
“Fuck, such a good girl. So wet and tight.” He moans, almost whining.
Bucky was obsessed with the way your wet walls felt around his cock. He couldn’t help himself but fuck you a little faster. He looked down to where the two of you are connected and watched as his cock disappeared inside of you each time, his cock covered in your wetness. His lips parted, moans leaving his mouth.
“Shit…” He moans. “I missed you so much.” He whines. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, your tight pussy wrapped around my fat cock.” He says panting.
Your eyes fluttered open. You looked over your shoulder, seeing Bucky fucking into you. Bucky made eye contact with you and began fucking you faster.
“Oh fuck!” You moaned.
Your hands clutched the sheet beneath you. Your jaw dropped, breathy moans and whines left your lips.
“Sergeant…” You moaned.
“Did you miss your Sergeant, doll? I can tell you did.” Bucky says panting.
His metal hand left your hip, finding its way to your clit and began rubbing it in fast circles causing your pussy to clench around his cock, making him moan at the feeling. His cock was hitting your sweet spot every time he thrusted into you.
“Sergeant, I-I’m close! Oh fuck!” You moaned, clutching the sheet tighter.
“Me too, doll. Cum for me. Cum for your Sergeant, babydoll.” He says huskily.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a loud moan left your lips as you came hard, soaking the sheets beneath you. Moans left Bucky’s lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. His thrusts came to a stop and he laid on top of you, being careful to not crush you. He turned your head and gave you a much needed kiss.
“I fucking missed you.” He says against your lips.
“I missed you more.” You say breathlessly.
Bucky rolled onto his side, pulling you closer to him and left his cock inside of you.
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-Bucky’s Doll
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Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Teacher!Reader
Summary: You're minding your own business at home one evening when local police Sergeant James "Bucky" Barnes comes knocking on your door. Someone's reported a crime being committed on your property, and the sergeant can either bring you down to the station, or get you off with a warning... it's your choice.
Warnings: Language, because I have a foul mouth, explicit smut (unprotected PIV, oral (f&m receiving), fingering), mentions of drug manufacturing/possession/use, little bit 'o' bondage, implied dubcon, implied infidelity, implied abuse of police authority (honestly, read the whole thing through before coming at me for warnings, okay? I promise it'll make sense), bad cop jokes/puns/innuendos. Please let me know if I missed anything.
Word Count: 4.3k
A/N: Inspired by actual events! And by that, I just mean the part where someone called the cops and told them I was cooking crack in my kitchen. Literally everything else is a figment of my imagination, alas! Special thanks to bestie @jmeelee for suggesting I take that awkward encounter and turn it into something to benefit all of mankind, and for giving me a title. The Cheesecake Factory is going to start forbidding us entry with the way we talk in there.
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You put the tea kettle on to boil before sitting down at the kitchen table to start grading your students’ papers. You’d been hoping to get through as many as possible before your husband came home from work, but with the number of corrections you were having to make on these assignments, you’d be lucky if you got a quarter of them done before then. It was disheartening. Distance learning during Covid really hadn’t done the public education system any favors and you felt like you’d been playing catch-up for years now.
When the kettle eventually boiled, you pulled yourself away from your grading to make yourself a cup of tea. You had just settled back down with your steaming mug when you heard an incessant pounding at the front door, startling you. You briefly considered not answering— you weren’t expecting anyone, and besides, who showed up unannounced at someone’s door anymore?
Serial killers, that’s who.
But the knocking continued, relentless and heavy. After a few seconds, you heard a gruff voice call “Police. Open up!”
“What the hell?” you asked yourself, putting down the tea mug and making your way through the living room to the front door.
Peering behind the curtain on the front door window, you could make out the figure of a uniformed officer standing on your front porch. He was illuminated from behind by the streetlight, leaving only his outline visible to you. 
Narrowing your eyes in confusion and panic, you turned on the porch light, unlocked the door and opened it a crack. “Can I help you, officer?” you asked cautiously. 
The man tipped the brim of his hat up, and you were met with a bright pair of blue eyes that glimmered with more than a hint of mischief. 
“It’s actually Sergeant, ma’am,” the man said to you as he tipped his hat and offered you a wicked grin. You knew him. Of course you did. Your small town didn’t have much in the way of local law enforcement, and James Barnes, or ‘Bucky,’ as most folks called him, was a specimen to be revered. Ridiculously handsome, tall and broad, he was built entirely of muscle as he towered over you from the doorway. He was a favorite among the local female population, often being specifically requested to provide police presence at PTO functions and Ladies’ Auxiliary events. Despite the gold ring he wore on his left hand, the women of the town were drawn to him like flies to a corpse, much to the frustration of his poor wife.
“What can I do for you, Sergeant?” you amended, with a touch of sarcasm in your voice as you offered him a smirk back. 
“Well, ma’am, seems like we got a call reporting suspicious activity at this address,” he drawled, leaning now on your door jam, fingers hooking in his belt loops.
“Here?” you asked, surprise coloring your tone. “Are you being serious with me right now, Bucky?”
“That’s Sergeant Barnes to you, ma’am,” he responded nonchalantly. Oh, so he was playing it like that, then? “Got a tip that someone’s been cooking meth in your kitchen. ‘m here to check it out.”
You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Meth?! That’s a new one!” You’d had some of your students call in pranks on you in the past, but this was an extreme.
“Ma’am, I’m afraid meth is no laughing matter,” the sergeant said in all seriousness. The look in his eyes immediately shut down any trace of humor you felt as you stared back at him. “The manufacture of illegal drugs is a very serious crime. I’d like to come inside and take a look, if you don’t mind.”
You pursed your lips. You remembered something your husband had mentioned discussed with you, and decided you weren’t going to make this easy for him. “Do you have a warrant?” you asked.
Sergeant Barnes sighed heavily and rubbed his dark stubble with the palm of his hand. “Ma’am, I’ve had a long shift. Let’s not make this any harder than it needs to be. Now, either you can let me inside, or you can come down and answer questions at the station. It’s up to you.”
It wasn’t an option, not really. “Come on in, then,” you told him, moving aside so he could enter. He walked through the door, his meaty arm grazing against the side of your breast as he did so, and you involuntarily shuddered at the sensation. You knew he noticed when you caught him smirking at you again.
“Kitchen’s this way,” you murmured, somewhat breathlessly, as you led him back through the house to the room in question. He followed silently behind you, his footfalls heavy and sure.
Once in the kitchen, Sergeant Barnes began looking around. It was obvious you weren’t in the middle of a meth lab. You were a high school English teacher, for god’s sake! You weren’t quite sure what game the sergeant was playing at, but you had no doubt he’d make his intentions known in good time.
After glancing around, he eventually said “Well, I can see there’s no meth setup here. Guess it was a false alarm.” You shot him a glare as if to say no shit, but he walked to the cabinet holding your glassware and opened it. “Well, well, well… what do we have here?” He reached in and pulled out a bong and a container of marijuana. “Now, I know next state over might have given the go ahead for this stuff, but in this state, recreational use of the Devil’s Lettuce is still illegal, darlin’. Mighty bad look for a school teacher to have it on hand, don’t ya think?”
You cocked your hip and crossed your arms in front of your chest defiantly. “That’s my husband’s,” you told him with a roll of your eyes. “And I’m pretty sure you just conducted an illegal search and seizure there, sarge.”
He put the bong down on the counter with a heavy clink and turned to face you, his face impassive and voice stern. “Now, seems to me someone’s got a problem with authority, darlin’. I don’t appreciate you talkin’ back to an officer of the law like that. Might need to teach you some manners.”
You swallowed thickly, finally having an idea of where the sergeant was going with his little drop-in and felt a frisson run through your body that left you trembling. Honestly, you were surprised you hadn’t seen it coming. There’d been talk, after all.
“Now,” he continued as he slowly made his way across the kitchen toward you, “as I see it, we got ourselves two options here. One: you can come down with me to the station and we can book your pretty little ass on possession charges, which is gonna take hours and require a hell of a lotta paperwork.” He was standing directly in front of you now, leaving just inches between your bodies. You sucked in a breath, the nearness of him making you dizzy. “Or two, I can get you off with a warning. Still might take hours, but at least we can both have ourselves a good time. Your choice, darlin.”
You took a step back, pressing yourself against the edge of the counter in an attempt to put some space between you. “I think you mean ‘let’ me off with a warning, Sergeant Barnes,” you said, your words coming out in an exhale.
You gasped as his hand came down to cup you between your legs and gently squeeze your mound through the fabric off your jeans. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I meant what I said, darlin’. But you gotta prove you’re gonna be a good, respectful girl, first, so why don’t you get down on your knees and show me how you obey the law?”
Your eyes widened at his command, unsure how to proceed. Unfortunately, Sergeant Barnes was impatient– he took both his hands and put them on your shoulders, gently but firmly guiding you down until you were kneeling in front of him, the large bulge in his trousers staring you straight in the face. 
“Best get to work, darlin,” he growled, brushing your hair away from your face. “It’s not gonna suck itself.”
You couldn’t believe this was actually happening as you slowly brought your shaking hands up to his waist. With trembling fingers, you unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. His massive erection was straining the fabric of his gray boxer-briefs, leaving a dark wet stain where the tip rested against the cloth, evidence of his arousal already making itself known.
Moving as though afraid of spooking a scared animal, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his briefs, tugging them down to just above his knees and setting his cock free to bounce up against his lower stomach. 
God, but he was big. If the women in town had any idea that he was packing so much more than just his gun, they’d never give him a moment of peace. You traced a finger along the vein at the base of his member, trailing it up his length to the weeping red tip. Coating yourself in his pre-cum, you used his essence as lubrication as you began working him with your hand. 
“Not that this doesn’t feel good, but what did I say about sucking it, darlin’?” Sergeant Barnes asked through a grunt as you pumped him. 
“I’ll get to it,” you told him, a hint of irritation in your voice. He had a lot of nerve making demands of you at a time like this. 
You felt his hand come and roughly grab you by the chin, jerking your head up to make you look him in the eye. “You got the right to remain silent, Sweetheart. I’m gonna be a gentleman and suggest you use it. Find another purpose for that pretty mouth of yours.” He took his hand away with a wink.
You licked your lips as your eyes took him in. Leaning your head down into him, you flattened your tongue and ran it up the underside of his cock.
“Good girl,” he moaned as your tongue circled his tip. “Keep it up. Makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good with that sassy mouth of yours.” You took him into your mouth a little bit at a time, teasing him as one hand worked his base and the other cupped his balls.
You weren't a woman who liked to be told what to do, but the dominance in his voice made you shudder, an involuntary thrill skittering down your spine. He felt intoxicating, dangerous and you had the feeling you were in way over your head.
“Mmm,” he grunted as you swirled your tongue around the swell of his head before deciding to take him in deeper. You relaxed your throat and backed off only when you felt his length bump against it.
"Jesus, darlin', where'd you learn that?" he asked breathlessly. His hands moved to cup your face as you moved rhythmically along his length, setting your own pace. He was blissfully lost in the sensation.
But then, Sergeant Barnes wasn’t one to give up control so easily, either. “Stop teasing,” he huffed out before threading his fingers through your hair and tugging lightly, a clear sign that he wanted more.
You didn’t hesitate to oblige, taking him deep in your mouth until you heard him groan in pleasure above you. His grip on your hair tightened as he took over guiding your movement, his hips bucking up to meet your mouth until he was fucking your face with abandon. The taste of him was overpowering, salty and bitter, making your cheeks flush with heat as you struggled to accommodate his size, tears running down your cheeks and drool pooling from the corners of your mouth.
"I knew you had it in you," he grunted, his voice barely a whisper now as he lost himself in the waves of pleasure you were giving him. You looked up to see his eyes closed tight, his lips parted when ragged breaths escaped his chest that was heaving like a wild beast caught in a trap.
He was close, you could tell from the way his body squirmed and the throbbing of his hardness against your tongue. There was an urgency in his ragged breathing and the racing pulse beneath his skin that echoed through your core. But he wasn’t going to finish yet. Not if Sergeant Barnes had anything to say about it.
A sudden force yanked you back by the hair, tearing your mouth away from him. You let out a surprised yelp, wiping away the excess saliva that clung to your lips.
“Upstairs,” he ordered gruffly, his eyes half-lidded and glazed with desire. He tucked himself free of your grasp and rearranged his uniform as he stepped back, giving you space to rise from your knees.
You smiled and nodded, your head hazy with desire as you passed him and led the way to the narrow back staircase tucked into the corner of the kitchen. He followed closely behind, his heavy boots echoing off the wooden floors in a steady rhythm that matched the pounding in your chest. You felt his gaze on your swaying hips with each step you climbed, a soft growl echoing from behind you that sent shivers down your spine.
You led him to your bedroom, a quaint space painted in soft hues with sheer white curtains rustling gently from the light breeze of the warm summer night. The unmade bed serving as a reminder of love you and your husband had made just that morning staring you right in the face.
“‘m afraid I’m gonna have to search you now, Sweetheart. Strip,” he ordered, his voice gruff with desire as he closed the door behind him. He didn’t bother with niceties or romance – this wasn’t about that. This was about raw, primal need.
Your trembling hands reached for the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it over your head, revealing the delicate lace bralette underneath. His sharp intake of breath was music to your ears, encouraging you as you unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down your legs, stepping out of them daintily.
“Turn around,” he said next, and you complied without question. You heard him suck in a breath behind you as you shimmied out of your underwear, revealing the round shape of your backside to him under the dim light.
“Jesus,” he whispered, the raw desire in his voice making your heart flutter. “This is better than I ever imagined.” He walked up to you, the rough fabric of his uniform trousers brushing against your exposed skin making you whimper. His fingers traced your spine, gliding all the way down to the small of your back, causing goosebumps to break out all over your body. “Now, you remember your traffic laws, don’t ya, darlin’? You remember how stoplights work?” 
You nodded, knowing instinctively he was referring to safe words– Green for go, Yellow for slow down, and Red for stop. 
“Good girl,” he praised. “Put your hands behind your back.”
You complied and felt the cold metal of his cuffs clink around your wrists, locking them into place. You were now fully at his mercy.
He cupped your buttocks in both hands, kneading them gently while his lips found the nape of your neck. His warm breath sent shivers down your spine as he left a trail of kisses there. “Color?” he asked inbetween presses of his lips.
“Green, Sergeant,” you hummed. You could feel him growing harder against you, the enormous length of him pressing against your ass making you squeal and squirm in anticipation. His groan echoed in your ears as he held onto you tighter.
“Gonna need ya to spread for me, Sweetheart,” he murmured into your ear, his voice low and husky. Your heart pounded in your chest as you did what he asked, positioning yourself on the edge of the bed. His hands found their way to your thighs, pushing them apart gently until you were open and exposed to him.
He let out a low whistle behind you, his fingers tracing lightly over your intimate folds. "You're soaking wet," he murmured, sounding almost awestruck. You flushed at his words, feeling a fresh wave of desire pulse through your body at his touch.
His fingers suddenly abandoned you, only to return dripping with warm slickness. He wasted no time in teasing your entrance, slipping his finger inside you and drawing out a moan that echoed through the room.
“You like that don’t ya?” he asked, his voice alluringly low as he curled his finger inside of you. You whimpered at the sensation, trying to push back against him for more.
“Patience, Sweetheart," he whispered against your earlobe before nibbling on it lightly. He slid another finger inside you, curling and stretching in a way that had you gasping for breath. "You're so tight," he groaned out, appreciating the way your walls clenched around his digits.
“Please…” you whimpered out, the anticipation making your body shake as you pleaded for more. “Please, Sergeant. I need more.” Your legs were wobbly, and with your arms trapped behind your back, you were finding it hard to keep your balance, but you wanted more of him.
He chuckled darkly at your plea, rubbing slow circles on your clit with his thumb while his fingers continued to pump in and out of you. Each touch was expertly measured, bringing you closer and closer to the edge before pulling back, keeping you precariously balanced between pleasure and desperation.
“I’m doing this my way,” he grunted, adding a third finger and increasing his pace. You cried out, your vision blurred as the coil inside you tightened threateningly. You were so close but he wouldn’t let you fall, each moment bringing a new wave of frustration and desire.
Finally unable to take the teasing any longer, he withdrew his fingers leaving you gasping at the sudden loss.
"Get on the bed," Sergeant Barnes ordered, standing tall in front of you; his arousal painfully obvious. “Face down.” You moved to accommodate him, getting on your knees and laying your face down on the mattress, hands still pinned behind your back.
The sound of his utility belt hitting the floor filled the room, followed by the rustle of fabric as he stripped himself free of his uniform.
You squirmed on the bed, desperate for his touch but unable to see anything with your back to him. The anticipation was unbearable, each passing second feeling like an eternity as you waited for him to resume his ministrations.
He moved behind you again, his bare, warm skin against yours making you whimper in anticipation. "Breathe," he commanded simply, and you did, inhaling a shaky breath before exhaling slowly.
And then without warning he was inside you, filling you up in one quick thrust that had you screaming out, the stinging stretch quickly morphing from painful to something far sweeter. He grunted at the intrusion, pulling back slightly only to thrust back in again, setting a punishing rhythm that left you breathless.
His hands gripped your hips tightly, stopping you from moving too much as he pounded into you relentlessly from behind.
Each thrust had you crying out in wanton pleasure, your body trembling beneath him. "Sergeant Barnes," you whimpered his name like a sacred prayer, the cool metal of the handcuffs biting into your wrists as you tried to brace yourself against his forceful movements. 
He didn't slow down, didn't pause, just kept moving inside you with a single-minded focus that had you spiraling. His pace was unrelenting, his stamina seemingly endless. His fingers clutched at your hips in a bruising grip, holding you steady as he continued his merciless assault on your senses.
You felt him shift slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts and hitting a spot inside of you that made stars burst behind your closed eyelids. “Please…” your plea was cut off by a gasp as he hit that same spot again, driving you closer to the edge.
But he didn’t stop there; instead he leaned over you, his broad chest pressing against your back as one hand slid underneath your bodies, finding your clit with unerring precision. He started rubbing it in tight circles, adding a whole new layer to your pleasure.
Every new thrust of his hips sent him deeper within you, each stroke of his fingers on your clit became more intense. You were a writhing mess beneath him, completely lost in the ecstasy he was giving you.
"Bucky," you cried out, forgetting to use his title this time, your voice hoarse from screaming, your body trembling on the brink of release. This wasn’t a game anymore.
"I know," he growled in your ear, his voice low and guttural. "I can feel how close you are, doll. Just let go."
And you did. The moment his lips closed around the sensitive skin of your neck, marking you as his own, the coil inside you snapped. Pleasure washed over you in waves, each one stronger than the last, pulling cries from deep within you as your orgasm tore through you.
He didn't stop his movements, continuing to thrust into you as you came around him, your cries only fueling his own desire. His fingers tightened on your hips while the other hand continued to work you through your climax, prolonging the exquisite sensation.
His pace became erratic, the rhythm breaking down as he chased his own release. With a final grunt and a whispered curse, he drove deep inside of you, his body tense as he came, filling you with his spend. His guttural moan carried through the room as he rode out his orgasm, each thrust sending little aftershocks through your sensitive body.
His grip on your hips relaxed slowly, his breathing heavy and ragged against the skin of your back. He stayed still for a moment, buried deep inside you, allowing you both to come down from your highs.
Finally, he carefully withdrew from you, leaving you feeling empty. He rolled off of you with a sigh, getting up to retrieve the handcuff key from his trouser pocket and releasing you from your bondage.
“Are you okay?” His voice was soft in the silence, as he worked to rub the feeling back into your tender wrists.
You looked up at him through your lashes and nodded, amazed and impressed at his sudden shift from commanding sergeant to tender, caring lover.
“So,” Sergeant Barnes began once he had determined there was no real damage to your wrists, “what time is your husband getting home?” You both burst into laughter as he pulled you closer to him, burying his face in your hair.
“Mmm, probably sooner than we expect,” you teased, leaning up to give him the deep kiss you’d been denied throughout the length of your little game. “That was a lot of fun.”
He chuckled and stood up, walking over to the dresser. “Yeah, it was; we should have done it sooner.” He opened the drawers, pulling out a fresh change of clothes for himself before moving to the closet to grab your robe. “Thank you for that; I really did have a long shift, and that certainly took the edge off. You were amazing, doll.”
“My pleasure, obviously.” You’d been excited and intrigued when Bucky first brought up acting out his fantasy with you, but no amount of discussion could have prepared you for how much you had loved actually doing it. You raised your hands over your head, arching your back in a stretch, laughing as you watched his eyes follow the heave of your breasts as they moved upward, licking his lips. “But meth, Bucky? Really? That rumor gets out, you’re gonna get me fired.”
Bucky hummed as he grabbed some clean towels from the linen closet and brought them into the ensuite bathroom. You heard him start the shower. “You answered the door looking all sexy and I panicked,” he confessed, popping his head back into the bedroom, a sheepish grin across his face that made him look ever so boyish. You adored it. “Next time, I’ll say we got a call about you being a prostitute.”
You cackled at that, making him grin even wider. “Better not,” you warned as you got off the bed and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “otherwise I might make you pay for it, and I don’t think you can afford me on a sergeant’s salary.”
Bucky grabbed at his heart in mock pain. “Ouch. Well, how about we clean ourselves up and use the money I saved by not paying you to go have a nice fancy dinner, instead? How does that sound? We can talk about doing your fantasy next.”
You took his hand and led him back into the bathroom and the inviting warmth of the shower. “That sounds perfect,” you told him as you moved to stand under the showerhead. You planted a kiss on his lips. “I love you, Sergeant Barnes.”
Bucky placed his hands on your waist and gave you a gentle squeeze before kissing your forehead. “I love you, too, Mrs. Barnes.”
You began to lather each other up, trying your best, yet failing miserably, to not get too frisky with one another. “Hey, Buck?” you asked after a moment, a question coming to mind that you’d been meaning to ask him.
“Yeah, doll?” He was gently scrubbing shampoo into your scalp, and it felt like heaven.
“How come you gave yourself a Southern accent?”
Bucky laughed and pulled you close, your back to his front, as he planted a kiss just behind your ear, right over the mark he had sucked into your skin. “I told you, doll. You looked so fucking sexy when you opened that door, I just panicked!”
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Fire station Meetup
Bucky A/U - Firefighter Bucky
Summary: You move to a new area and come across a fire station on your routine walks with your dog. You meet a gorgeous Lieutenant who crushes on you just as you crush on them.
Content warning: NONE - Feel good fluff, enjoy
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You had just moved into a little house you were so happy you found. It took you a few weeks, but you finally finished unpacking and setting up things exactly how you like.
Your neighbourhood was a quiet one, everyone had tidy and neat yards and there were plenty of parks and walking paths, which was a huge reason you chose the area.
You had a large dog named Ranger, who needed space and walks. He was a German Shepherd who you rescued when he was a puppy. Because of his breed and the potential for him to be quite large, that didn't deter you from scooping up the fluffball and giving him a life full of love.
As Ranger grew and grew, he turned out to be on the larger and taller side of what typical German Shepherds are. He was about 100lbs, and he came up to your waist. He looks menacing with his sharp pointy ears, snout, and strong legs, but as menacing as he looks, he is a giant chicken. You took him to many obedience classes as you could so you could control him whenever the situation needed. He listens extremely well, and you always reward him for that. The two of you are inseparable and you couldn't have been more pleased with his personality. When you walk him, he stays close to your side and looks scary, so you are happy to have that extra protection since not many people approach you.
Upon living in your neighbourhood for a few weeks, you took it upon yourself to explore a little more and see what paths and routes you could walk with Ranger. You discovered a small dog park a few blocks from your house, and you were more than happy to take him there to burn off some of his extra energy. There were trees and woods all around with small inclines and hills making it the perfect area for you to explore with your furry companion.
You noticed there was a firehall that was adjacent to the dog park and every time you walked by the firemen would be out front, relaxing in the weather, talking to each other, or washing down their rigs. You would smile and nod at them, and Ranger would look over to investigate, but you always carried on.
After a few weeks of walking by, you noticed the group of firemen would wave to you, some would even ask how your day was. You always said it was good and carried on.
One day, you noticed they were playing ball hockey out front of the station. Ranger loves his tennis balls and was watching eagerly as you walked by on your way to the park. When the ball they were playing with was hit in your direction, Ranger snatched it in his mouth wagging his tail proudly. You had to stop and get the ball away from him.
"Sorry about that" said a blonde, tall, freakishly fit, and broad-shouldered fireman currently running up to you. 
His shirt said Captain Rogers on the sleeve. 
"It's ok, let me get that for you as I don't think he'll let you near his mouth" you chuckled.
You bent down to grab the ball from Ranger. 
Just then, another fireman came up and joined you.
His shirt said Lieutenant Barnes on it. He had slightly long dark chestnut hair, broad shoulders, and the clearest bluest eyes you have ever seen. You were blushing like mad at the two men in front of you and praying that Ranger would listen to you.
"Ranger, drop the ball" you firmly said. 
Ranger just sat there wagging his tail with the ball still snugly in his mouth. 
"Ranger" you said more sternly. 
Ranger looked at you and then up at the two men, then decided to drop the ball as the Lieutenant bent down to give him some pets which were more of a treat than the ball that was currently in his mouth. 
"Let me clean off the drool". You wiped off the ball and handed it back to the captain. 
"It's ok" said the captain who smiled at you.
You smiled back at him then watched him walk back to the rest of the group of men.
The Lieutenant stood up from scratching Ranger on the head. 
"Ma'am" he nodded flashing you a bright smile then he turned around and headed back to the building. 
Normally you cringed when anyone called you ma'am as you felt you were too young for that assumption but in this case, when the Lieutenant called you ma'am, you felt fluttery in your stomach.
You smiled at your feet and carried on to the park, not before sneaking a quick look back over your shoulder only for you to make direct eye contact with the Lieutenant who smiled back at you.
The next few afternoons, you walked by and the two men you had previously met, waved to you and you gave a light wave with Ranger giving a quick woof as well making the men chuckle. You proceeded to the park as you usually did, playing with Ranger and tiring him out. You headed back and noticed the dark-haired Lieutenant was at the end of their driveway holding a broom and leaning on it as you walked up to him.
"Hi". He bent down to scratch Ranger behind his ears. 
"Hello" you smiled. 
"Good walk?" he asked looking at you but still scratching Ranger who was happily leaning against his legs enjoying the attention. 
"Yeah". Ranger got up and was standing in front of you. 
"I'm Bucky" the handsome firefighter held out his hand to you which you took in yours. 
"Y/n" you smiled and let go of his large yet soft hand. 
"This is Ranger". You smiled down at your dog. 
"Hello Ranger, it's nice to formally meet you" Bucky said as Ranger let out a woof. 
He chuckled. "Smart dog".
"The best". You patted Rangers' head. He was loving the attention.
"Well, we should go. C'mon Ranger".
"See you later". Bucky waved to you. 
You gave a small wave as you headed back to your house.
The following day, you and Ranger were a little later than your usual walk time so you were hoping you would see Bucky on your route. You noticed the firetruck was gone so they must be out on a call.
You played with Ranger at the park a little longer than normal before you headed back home. You walked past the station and noticed the group of firemen were back and were unloading their truck. They looked a little defeated and tired, but you saw the captain wave to you, and you smiled back.
Bucky appeared from the other side of the truck and walked over to you and Ranger. 
"Hey buddy". Bucky smiled at you while he was petting Ranger. 
Some of the other firefighters walked over to you and they were doting all over Ranger, clearly needing a distraction from their last call. You noticed another handsome fireman with S. Wilson on his shirt shove his way through the crowd and introduce himself to you, causing Bucky to lightly scowl at him. 
"Hi Sam, nice to meet you".
"Pleasure" he smirked at you and nudged Bucky with his shoulder. 
You watched the men pet Ranger and give him attention when the captain called them inside. 
"Better get back. It was nice seeing you and Ranger". Bucky smiled and walked away.
"See you". You walked Ranger back home.
Over the course of the month, the firemen would stop you and chat lightly, even bringing some treats for Ranger who was loving all the attention on him. Bucky would hang back and talk to you a little longer than the others, but you never minded. If anyone was going to stop and talk to you, it may as well be a handsome firefighter you thought to yourself. Bucky could stand there and read the entire dictionary to you line by line and you would not have minded one bit.
Ranger must have picked up on your feelings towards Bucky as the next day, Bucky spotted you and immediately walked towards you. 
"Afternoon y/n". Bucky smiled, making his eyes light up. 
"Hi Bucky". You lightly blushed. 
Ranger was standing to your right when he decided to walk around Bucky, tying his legs up with his leash and making him move close to you. 
"Ranger!" You were maneuvering his leash in-between your hands, unwrapping it from Bucky's strong legs. 
"So sorry" as Bucky was standing right in front of you, close enough to feel his warm chest and take in his earthy scent. He wrapped his hands around your waist to steady you.
"Get a room!" you heard Sam yell from the garage making the both of you jump back and you gather Ranger's leash closer to you.
You laughed and started walking towards the park. 
"Well, see you".
"Wait!" you heard Bucky yell from behind you. 
"Yes?"
'Well, I was wondering...I get off from my shift at 6:00. Would you like to grab something to eat with me?" he asked. 
The way he was standing and the look on his face really brought out his boyish looks. 
"Sure, I'd like that".
You smiled. 
"Ok, it's a date" Bucky smiled and handed you his phone so you could put your number in it. 
"Sounds good". You added your contact info to it. 
"See you in a bit". You started walking. 
"See you". Bucky jogged back to the station. 
He watched you walk away from the station and couldn't wipe the smile off his face.
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