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#I was gonna go with Becca but Winnie was like I AM HERE MOVE
dxmence · 4 years
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starter for @theednygma​ from Winnie (??)
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❝——————Excuse me? You seem like a nice, young man. Could you help me? I seem to be a bit lost....❞
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ofstarsandvibranium · 4 years
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Good Business: Part 11
Fandom: Marvel (Mob AU)
Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes is a ruthless mobster. He’s also referred to as Big Buck due to his towering strong frame as well as his round stomach. You’re the owner of a small diner, a place that Big Buck decides to visit. Based off this drabble.
A/N: I know, I know. It’s been forever since I’ve updated! But here you go! I really hope people are still into this series...
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As soon as Bucky approached the long driveway, your jaw dropped. It was a beautiful estate, two stories high but looked so wide that it probably had thirteen bedrooms!
Bucky chuckled at your state of awe and closed your mouth, “You’ll catch flies, sweet cheeks.” As soon as he parked the car, he hopped out of his seat and rushed over to your side, holding the door open and lending a hand out to help you. 
You kissed his cheek, “What a gentlemen,” and Bucky was beaming. 
“My girl deserves to be treated like a queen,” he says nonchalantly and offers his arm to you, “So, you ready?” 
You sighed, looking down at your dress to make sure nothing was out of place, “As I’ll ever be. Do I look okay?”
“Radiant.”
You rolled your eyes and nudging him, “Alright, smooth talker, let’s get this show on the road.” 
Bucky guided you up the pathway to his home, unlocking it with his keys. As soon as the door opened, he hollered, “Guys, I’m back!”
“Uncle Bucky!” two young boys ran towards him, wielding lightsaber toys. The smaller one with dark brown hair and blue eyes steps forward and points at the taller boy, “Andy refuses to die!”
Their uncle snorts, “Say what now?”
The other boy, you assumed to be Andy, rolled his eyes, “He knicked me with his saber and he thinks I should die because of it, but I want because it wasn’t a full on stab!”
You give Bucky an amused look and he shrugs, “Kids, am I right? Anyway, enough of the killing talk. Boys, this Y/N-”
“Your girlfriend?!” 
He chuckles, “Yeah, buddy. Now be polite and introduce yourselves.”
The older boy steps forward and offers his hand, “Hello, Y/N. I’m Andrew Proctor. I’m 8 and I wanna work for NASA when I grow up.”
The younger boy steps forward, “And I’m Matthew! You can call me Matty. I’m 6 and I wanna work with dinosaurs when I grow up.”
“Dinosaurs are dead, Matty,” Andrew says with an eyeroll. 
“It’s nice to meet you both. You two seem like very smart and fun young boys.”
“We are!” Matty says excitedly. 
Bucky wraps his arm around your waist and tugs you close, “Alright, fellas, go on. Gotta find your parents and grandparents.”
“They’re all in the kitchen. Nana was scolding the cook for not making mashed potatoes correctly,” Andrew and Matty snicker. 
Bucky groans and tugs you along, “Oh fun.” 
As you followed Bucky towards the kitchen, your eyes wandered to the architecture, art, and pictures hanging all over the place. With a squeeze of your hips, you look to Bucky whom was giving you that soft look in his eyes, “I’ll give you a tour of the place later. But right now, I need to make sure my ma doesn’t kill my cook.”
When you neared what you believed to be the kitchen, you can already hear muffled yelling. Bucky pushed the door open and there at the other end is an older woman looking to be in her 60s shouting at one of the cooks. But as soon as she spots Bucky, she stops.
“Oh, Jamie! You’re back!” her eyes then jump from him to you, “And you must be his girlfriend!”
She rushes over to you and before you introduce yourself, Bucky speaks up, “Now hold up, ma. I told you not to argue with the cooks.”
His mother scoffs, “For being professional cooks, they’re being pretty lousy at it.”
“Ma-”
“Winnie,” an older man, you assumed to be Bucky’s father, stood up and approached his wife, “we told you to leave them alone. Bucky brought these people in so you don’t have to stress about cooking. Now, as I requested before, why don’t you drink some wine and cool down,” he handed a full glass of wine to his wife and then offered a hand to you, “George Barnes and this,” he rest an arm around his wife’s shoulder, “is my darling wife, Winnifred Barnes.”
After you shook George’s hand, Winnie shook yours, “It’s wonderful to meet you, Y/N. I apologize for this and please, call me Winnie.”
You softly smiled at the older woman, “It’s not a problem, Winnie. You have a certain way of doing things and I respect that.”
George and Winnie moved to the side so a younger couple could step forward. The woman, you knew, was Becca, and she threw her arms around you, giving you a nice, tight hug, “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Y/N! Bucky would literally not shut up about you! He’s always like ‘Sweet cheeks this and sweet cheeks that’.” 
You burst into laughter at the impression while Bucky glared at her, “Bec-”
“Oh calm down. Don’t get your Gucci undies in a twist!”
The man beside her smiled shyly at you and waved, “H-Hi, Y/N. I’m Charles Proctor, Becca’s wife.”
You waved back at him with a polite smile, “Nice to meet you, Charles.” you can already see how different him and Becca are. 
Bucky clapped his hands together, “So, I think we should all head into the living room and let the cooks finish up here.” he went to grab for your hand, but Becca already pulled you with her towards the kitchen door and out to the hallway.
“Snooze, you lose!” Becca cried out and your laughter echoed off the walls. You already liked Becca. 
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“RAAAAH!” Andy and Matty yelled as they stabbed Bucky with their lightsabers in front of the fireplace. 
Bucky stumbled back, putting a hand on his chest, “Oh no! I’ve been slayed!” he falls to his knees, looking towards you, who’s sitting on a chair across from where he’s at, “Avenge me, sweet cheeks!” and then he falls to his “death” on the carpet. 
“HAAAH! VICTORY!” Andy yells and him and Matty dance around Bucky’s “dead” body while you and their family laugh. 
Matty pointed his saber towards you, “Now you gotta fight us, Y/N, to ‘venge Uncle Bucky’s death!”
You shook your head, “No way! I can’t beat you guys! You’re undefeatable!”
Bucky sat up with a playful pout, “You’re not even gonna fight for me, sweet cheeks?! How rude!” 
You rolled your eyes and waved him off, “Go back to playing dead.” While Bucky’s jaw dropped in offense, Becca threw her head back and laughed, “I really like this girl, Buck! You got a good one!”
You could feel your cheeks heating up and Bucky smiled, “I guess I did, despite her not wanting to avenge my death.” He stood up with a groan and pat his round belly, “I’m gonna check to see if the food’s almost done.”
You stood up along with him, “I’ll go with,” and followed him back to the kitchen. When you two were out of earshot, you asked, “How am I doing?”
Bucky twirled you around and kissed your lips, “Amazing. They really like you, Y/N.”
You let out a breath of relief, “That’s good to know. I’m really trying hard to be weird or disappointing or-”
“Hey,” he cupped your face in his larger hands, “I told you, just be yourself and they’ll love you.”
You stared into Bucky’s blue eyes and you couldn’t help the question that fell from your lips, “Do you love me, Bucky?”
His breathing hitched and, for a moment, he remained silent, but then he said, “I think I’m starting to,” and you felt your heart soar. 
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watchedog · 3 years
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WIDOW VERSE INFO UNDER THE CUT !
Becca’s widow verse will mainly follow her main verse with a few important alterations, to canon and my own headcanons about her life. tw for kidnapping, experimentation, and child abuse. 
          This verse will follow more closely the TIMELINE of 616, where Bucky was 10-11 when George and Winnie died and Becca was about 5-6 years old. Orphaned at a young age, with no other family to take care of them, the young Barnes siblings were good targets with incredible genetic potential. In 616 canon its said that Rebecca was sent away to a boarding school, but with no extended family and living in 1920′s depression era new york, who would have had the money to PAY for a boarding school? In reality, this is just a lie told to the young Bucky to keep him malleable to the government as a ward of the state when young Rebecca goes mysteriously missing under the watch of her temporary guardian. Without the personnel to search or the resources to care, the young Rebecca Barnes was put down as a cold missing persons case and filled deep down where no one would double check their work. 
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            6 year old Rebecca Barnes wakes up, but she doesn’t remember going to sleep.  She blinks a couple times, eyes adjusting to the darkness and when she can finally see, she’s surrounded by young girls, similar ages to herself and wherever they are its FREEZING. Her first though is not where am I, but rather where is Bucky? she wraps her arms around herself, pressing her body back into the cold wall behind her, wherever she was didn’t matter because she knew she wouldn’t be here long, Bucky was gonna come get her and bring her back home.
               7 year old Rebecca now knew that more than half of the frightened faces she had seen staring back at her in that cold place were faces she’d never see again. The ones she could remember haunted her if she thought about them too long. But Becca didn’t think about them often because she had to focus on herself and being ok so that Bucky didn’t worry too much when he finally came to pick her up. Sometimes, at night, when it was safe enough to cry, she wept so hard her body shook- and when those people came to get the girls in the morning her face was red and puffy, but her eyes were dry as a bone. 
              8 year old Rebecca was growing up in the age of science, and these girls were the lab rats. Those who could still stand at the end of the day were moved forward in their training, those who could not weren’t thought about again. There was no need for making friends here, no one wanted to anyways- especially not Rebecca. If one of these girls stood between Becca and seeing her brother again, the wouldn’t think twice about what these people told her to do- no matter how much she couldn’t scrub it from the inside of her eyelids.
              At 10 years old Rebecca realized that Bucky was never coming back for her, and she never cried again. Today was the first time she had ever been told to kill another human being. She knew that they were being tested, trained, but she never thought it was for this. They put a gun in her hand and two people in front of her and told her to kill one. When she hesitated, both died, and she was beaten, and then they started over. She only hesitated once.  At 13 years old Rebecca only recognizes 3 other faces from that night, but its not like they’re close, she knows they’d kill her without hesitation if it meant staying alive, because she would do the same. 
            At 15 years old and she doesnt remember who she was 10 years ago, the memory of being a Barnes is all but faded, a deadly widow is all thats left. Herself and 10 other girls are chosen for an experiment, she’s not told what it is and it’s not like she has a choice, so she does what they say. They poke and prod, draw her blood and take tissue where they can without putting her out of commission. By the end of the tests and exams its only 4 other girls and herself that’s left, she doesn't let herself think about what happened to the other five, she doesn’t care. They lay her down on a cold metal table, her wrists and ankles strapped down, hard leather between her teeth so she doesn’t loose her tongue. She feels the cold point of a needle enter her spine just below her neck and moments later a searing heat spreads through her body before she blacks out from the pain. When she wakes up, the other girls are no where to be found, but she can guess what happened. 
              At 16 years old her strength is something no other widow was go against. By the time she’s 18, she’s on her 2nd pass through the red room and the world is starting to change, her along with it. By the time she’s 25, she’s going through her 3rd pass, but there’s someone knew, a man she doesn’t recognize, not that there’s a face to see anyways, hidden behind goggles and a cowl. This man is not from here, but he’s strong and he’s fast and he almost kills her. This is where she needs to be, she needs to be stronger, faster, better than him- because if she fails again, there will not be another chance, no matter how few of those like her that there are. She will not fail again. 
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depthisforever · 6 years
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Nothing Can Go Wrong (A Legally Blonde AU) 5
Description:  Phil gets his heart broken by his boyfriend.  In an effort to get him back, Phil gets into Harvard Law but on the way, he meets an interesting third-year law student.
Rating: T 
Some bad words in this one. So be warned (I think it still marks a T rating though)
Remember to start from the beginning by clicking here –> Masterpost
Phil walked quickly across quad towards the benches so that he could meet Ethan.  He could not believe that someone that he didn’t even know could be so utterly rude to him.  Cursing Charles under his breath, he did not notice that he was being overheard.  
“Er...sorry to interrupt your...little rant there but are you alright?”  A polite-sounding voice from the bench off to Phil’s left questioned.
Phil sighed heavily without turning around.  “Yeah,” he sulked. “Do they just put you on the spot like that like all of the time?” He huffed suddenly.
“The professors? Oh, dear. Yeah, they tend to do that.  Socratic method.”  The voice answered apologetically.  Phil was reminded vaguely of Winnie the Pooh.
“So if you don’t know the answer, they’re just gonna kick you out?” Phil scoffed.
“Ah,  so you have Stromwell.”
“Yes!” Phil exclaimed, finally turning around.  He came face to face with a gorgeous man with brown hair and dark eyes.  “Did she do that to you too?”
“No.” The brown-eyed stranger replied.”But she did make me cry once”
“Not in class, I waited until I got back to my room,” the man added quickly. “But yeah, she’ll really kick you when you’re down. She’s tough, really tough.”
“Great.” Phil sighed sarcastically and turned back around.
“Don’t worry though: It gets better. Who else do you have?”  Phil reasoned that the stranger genuinely seemed to want to cheer him up so he turned back around.
“I have Callahan, Rosenberg and Levinthal.” Phil replied dully, fearing more bad news.
The stranger looked thoughtful for a second and then advised: “Speak up in Callahan’s class; he likes people who are opinionated.” 
Phil nodded and said “Ok,” hoping the stranger would continue giving him advice so that he could make better first impressions in his other classes.
“Try and get a seat in the back in Rosenberg’s class - he tends to spit when he talks.”  The stranger pulled a disgusted face and Phil smiled.  “And for Levinthal, make sure you read the footnotes!  That’s where he gets most of his exam from.”
“Right” Phil said with a small smile.  He was feeling a touch better as he was armed with this new information about his classes.  The stranger smiled back and Phil noted that a dimple appeared on his left cheek. It was rather cute.
 “Wow, I’m really glad I met you!” said Phil happily. “Are you a third-year?” 
“Well, I’m a...” the stranger started to reply when the two were interrupted.
“Hey, Phil.”
They looked up and saw Ethan in front of the benches.
Phil’s face brightened “Hi!” Phil returned to the stranger. “Thanks for all your help,” he said with finality.
The stranger’s smile (and dimple) had disappeared and his mouth was set in a straight line.  “Good luck!” He replied.
Phil got up off the bench and stood in front of Ethan.
“Hi Ethan!”
“Hi...” Ethan started awkwardly. “So...” He chuckled, clearly uncomfortable. “How was your first class?”
“Oh, it was good.” Phil lied. “Well, except for this horribly preppy guy that tried to make me look bad in front of the professor.”  Phil pouted but quickly smiled. “But no biggie, you’re here now.  How was your summer?” 
“Good, it was good.” He said in a would-be casual tone.
“Did you do anything exciting?” 
Phil was determined to keep the conversation light and happy.  He was supposed to be a serious law student.  He was going to prove to Ethan that he deserved Ethan’s love.
That was until a hand with a shiny platinum band rested on Ethan’ shoulder.  Phil looked up and was horrified to see the rude man from his first class!
“He-ey.” Ethan greeted Charles.  Charles did not look pleased in the slightest.  Ethan turned to Phil, “Have you met Charlie, um I mean, Charles?”
The man looked down his nose at Phil.  “Oh, hi. Charles Kensington.”  He said in an offhand way; his attention still very much on Ethan.
Phil felt like he could not believe what his eyes were seeing. “Do you...know him?” He addressed Ethan.
“He’s...”Ethan started.
“His fiance.”  Charles finished, once again making sure the platinum engagement band was gleaming in the sunlight.  Phil’s heart dropped all the way down to the pit of his stomach; he felt ill.
“I’m sorry - I think I just hallucinated.” Phil gave his head a shake as if trying to physically clear the rushing of thoughts that seemed intent on making itself known.
“Well, he was my boyfriend in prep school.” Ethan explained. “And we got back together this summer when his family was invited to my grandmother’s birthday party.” 
“Ethan’s told me all about you.” He said snidely. “You’re famous at our club.”
Ethan’s smile had taken on a fake, plastic quality; his eyes betrayed him showing that he desperately wished to be anywhere else than having this conversation.
“But he didn’t tell me you’d be here.” Charles finished with an attitude.
“Pooh Bear,” Ethan said pointedly. “I didn’t know he would be here.”
The sound of the old nickname sent Phil careening into the dark place that he had been all summer after Ethan had first broken up with him.  Phil knew he had to get out of there as soon as possible.
“Excuse me,” Phil said politely, desperately trying to maintain composure as he willed himself not to bolt into a run.
Only one place could fix this; he just needed to find one.
Phil was failing miserably to hold back tears as he pushed open the door of the shop.  The little bell tinkled happily.  Phil hated it. His purple blazer was draped over his arm; it was Gucci and it was probably wrinkling but he didn’t care.
He deposited his blazer and briefcase into an empty chair and sat at the first available seat.  He put his hands up on the table where a man, a little older than him with chestnut hair, was reading a magazine and eating a donut.  Even with tear-stained cheeks, Phil tried to act like he wasn’t in the throes of a complete  breakdown. 
“Are you free?” Phil sniffled, in a higher than normal tone. “It’s an emergency.” 
The man looked pityingly at him and remarked “Bad day?”
“You can’t even imagine.” Phil replied, tears still silently running down his cheeks. 
The man put his donut down.  “Spill.” 
All of the emotions that Phil had been suppressing all day suddenly burst forth with a whimper. His manicurist, Chris was the name on the name tag, listened as he began to work on Phil’s nails.
“I worked so hard to get into law school,” Phil sobbed, completely abandoning any and all propriety. “I blew off Greek Week to study for the LSATs.  I spent all my time directing my admissions video instead of filming videos for my YouTube channel.  All to get my boyfriend Ethan back and now he’s engaged to this horrible guy Charles so it was all for nothing, and I just wish...”Phil was speaking so quickly he needed to gulp to take in some air. “I just wish I had never come to Harvard.” Phil sobbed harder, unraveling completely.
Chris clucked his tongue and shook his head. “After you went through all that trouble...” He said softly.
“He’s engaged!” Phil nearly shouted. “Charles got the grandmother’s ring that I should have gotten!”
Chris looked down and shook his head more, empathizing with the broken man sitting in front of him.
Phil took a few seconds to breathe. “What am I supposed to do?” he said in a small and brittle voice.
Chris looked at Phil sadly. “You’re asking the wrong guy.  I’m with my guy eight years and then one day, its ‘I’ve met someone. Move out!”
Phil stared wide-eyed at Chris. “Oh, no. That’s awful.” He said.
“Travis kept the trailer and my precious baby, Becca.” He showed Phil a picture of an adorable bulldog.  “I didn’t even get to throw her a birthday party.”
“No!” Phil was appalled. He had always been a big lover of animals.  He frequently made silly animal noises in his Youtube videos to entertain his viewers and although Lion wasn’t actually a real pet, he did feel very much real to Phil.
“What can I do?” Chris said sadly.  “He followed his pecker to greener pastures and I’m high school dropout that in no way conforms to gay standards of beauty.”
“That’s terrible.” Phil concluded miserably.
Chris sighed and changed the subject. “So what’s Charles got that you don’t? Two cocks?
“He’s from Connecticut. He belongs to Ethan’s stupid country club.”  Phil replied.
“Is he as pretty as you?” 
Phil half smiled before seriously considering. “He could do with a new hairstyle and a serious  makeover but he’s not completely unfortunate-looking.”
The shop bell tinkled alerting the entry of someone new. A gorgeous postal delivery man with curly brown hair and a thin frame came into view.  His green eyes sparkled as he handed the post to the receptionist. He nodded to Chris in greeting. Chris’s hands shook and he upended the bottle of lotion he was going to use on Phil’s hands.  The viscous mixture poured steadily out of the bottle but Chris could not remove his eyes from the postal worker.  Phil quietly set the bottle upright. Chris gave the postal man a tight smile as he walked out. Chris exhaled the breath he had apparently been holding.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! He can’t just look at me like that...with his face...and his eyes!” Chris exlaimed.
“It’s okay,” Phil said helping Chris clean up the offending lotion from two-thirds of the work station.
“Are you sure this Ethan guy’s the one?” Chris uttered lowly as he concentrated on continuing to mop up the mess with a rag.
“Definitely.” Phil said quickly. “I love him!”
“If a guy like you can’t hold onto a man then there sure as hell isn’t any hope for the rest of us. Well then, what’re you waiting for? Steal the bastard back!”
Phil smiled brightly as he felt a sharp stab of inspiration.
As soon as he returned to his dorm, Phil immediately began mapping out and scripting a Youtube video.  He hadn’t done a proper video since the breakup.  He fished Lion out of a bedside table.
“I’m so sorry, Lion.” He murmured as if the small toy lion was sentient. “It wasn’t you. I just...couldn’t.” He finished lamely.”But I’m back now!”
He looked over the script.  His video titled “5 Things I Learned at my First Day at Harvard.”  It seemed catchy; people would want to learn something interesting from him, right? He read over his loosely constructed script:
1. Get to know your campus’s vibe prior to coming
2. Make sure you triple check that you’ve done all the assignments before your first class
His eyes paused on number three.
3. Try to find an older student to give you advice about your professors.  A friendly face can do wonders!
He smiled.  Phil did learn a lot on his first day and he was determined to best Charles and show Ethan the Phil was the man of his dreams. He buckled down to film because he needed time to edit and time to make up Stromwell’s assignments.
Next chapter
A/N:  Yes, Chris Kendall is Paulette in this here AU.  I miss him.  I kind of imagined him using the Becca the Crazy Fangirl voice while I was writing this part and it makes it ten times better. Here’s the link in case anyone wants to view it. It is comedy gold: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14Ow2MG8N1s 
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redgillan · 7 years
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Breaking the Rules - part 4
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.
Word Count:1,835
Warnings: the usual more or less
A/N: Fluff! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter :)
Breaking the Rules - Masterpage
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You closed the bedroom door behind you, your eyes roaming the room for your bag. Once you saw it, you made a beeline for the small walk-in wardrobe near the window and squatted down. You fished down at the bottom of your bag and pulled out Bucky’s book. Skimming through the pages, you found the page where he mentioned Dot.
I met Dot in high school. We broke up six years ago.
“Okay, not helpful,” you mumbled to yourself.
Huffing out a frustrated breath, you put the book back in your bag when voices caught your attention. The window was slightly open and you could hear Bucky and Henry talking in the garden. When you heard your name, you tried to peek through the window.
As you did, you noticed a telescope mounted on a tripod in the corner of the room. You briefly wondered if he ever used it to spy on his neighbours. You dragged it to the window and aimed the telescope at Bucky.
It took you a moment to adjust the focus to your eyesight, but it was worth the wait. You had a great view of Bucky’s muscular back. Sweat glistened on his sun-kissed skin and you audibly gasped. You knew what you were doing was wrong, but you were unable to look away.
You nearly screamed when your phone vibrated in your back pocket. You dug it out of your pocket and looked at the caller ID before you put it to your ear.
“You scared the crap outta me,” you told her in a hushed whisper.
“Why?”
“Never mind. How are you?”
“I’m okay. How are things between you and Bucky?”
“Um, okay, I guess. We’ve argued, but we haven’t yelled at each other,” you replied while shamelessly gawking at Bucky’s clenching abs.
You paid no attention to Natasha as she went on with her stories. At first, you made some humming noises over the phone, pretending to listen, but after a while you stopped. Bucky, with his broad shoulders and strong thighs, was a sight to behold.
Natasha’s worried voice pulled you out of your thoughts.
“What?” you asked, frustration lacing your voice.
“Why are you breathing so hard?”
“I wasn’t,” you quickly moved away from the telescope as if someone had caught you staring at Bucky.
“Yes, you were. What are you doing?”
“Nothing!”
You tried to keep your cool, but Natasha was a human lie detector. You sat at Bucky’s desk and tried to change the subject because Natasha wasn't going to let the subject drop, as least not until she'd got an answer.
“Do you want to hear something weird? Bucky’s a nerd,” you said, without waiting for her response. “There’s a star chart hung above his bed. A star chart, Nat!”
You smiled as you spun around in the swivel chair. Bucky’s history books were lined up on a shelf above the desk and his board games were collecting dust on top of the dresser.
“You call him by his first name? That’s new.”
“It’s easier. I’m not going to call him Barnes in front of everyone.”
“Huh-uh,” she replied, not convinced. You didn’t want to keep talking about Bucky, you didn’t even want to think about him.
“Anyway, I gotta go, bye!” You hurriedly ended the call.
You didn’t like her tone. Yes, you called Bucky by his first name, but that didn’t mean you suddenly liked him. That didn’t mean anything. Yes, you had observed him from his bedroom window, but you were not checking him out.
Okay, maybe a little.
You threw yourself face down on the bed and groaned. What was going on? Why did you feel so warm and fuzzy inside? You were getting sick, yeah, that was the only rational explanation. You had a stomach bug.
“Why are you groaning?”
Bucky’s voice startled you and you ended up rolling out of bed. You landed on the floor with a loud thump and whined softly. Bucky rushed to your side and snickered when he saw that you were not hurt.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” he said, squatting down next to you. “My dad ordered pizza, try to save me a slice or two.”
He reached down and wrapped his arm around your waist as he helped you to your feet. You mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ and you both pulled away. You stared at each other in uncomfortable silence until you left the room.
When he came downstairs after his shower, Bucky searched through the pizza boxes, but they were completely empty. Laughter filled his ears and his body tensed when he recognized your laugh.
A strange tingly sensation took root in his belly. It wasn’t a fake laugh, it was a full-out belly laugh. He knew it because he often heard you laughing with Natasha in the kitchen.
You were having fun with his parents and sisters. It surprised him a little, but not as much as the flutter in his chest. Dot never got along with his family and every time she laughed it felt forced, fake.
“Is that Bucky?”
His brows furrowed when he heard you choke back a laugh. He turned around and saw everyone gathered around the sofas. Mary was munching on a slice of pizza, laughing heartily as Becca passed her a photo album.
His eyes widened in horror and he rushed toward his mother, who was sitting beside you.
“I think he was seven. He still took his teddy bear with him everywhere he went,” Winnie answered your question, then turned to her youngest. “Don’t touch the photos with your dirty fingers!”
“Oh, look! The science fair!” Lizzie gave you a picture of a thirteen-year old Bucky holding a blue ribbon with a proud smile.
He was really cute, a little chubbier with slightly crooked teeth and long, dangly limbs. He smiled in every picture; when he won the fifth grade spelling bee, when he stood next to a much smaller Steve, when he took whom you could only assume was Dot to prom –her face had been neatly cut out of the photo.
“What the hell are you doing?” He snatched the album from your hands.
“Taking a walk down memory lane,” Becca replied. “Cheer up, it was mom’s idea. She did it to Henry the first time I brought him here. It’s cute.”
“It’s embarrassing!” Bucky complained.
You awed at loud when Mary handed you a picture of a three-year old Bucky striking a pose, butt naked. Bucky’s neck and ears turned a dark reddish colour. He complained to his mother, but she was having the time of her life.
“Here,” you said, handing him a plate with three slices of pizza you had kept for him. “Eat something.”
He took the plate and stared at you with a disbelieving look. You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips as you turned your attention to his sisters. Grinning, he stuffed a slice of pizza in his mouth and let out a content groan.
“Woah, guys! Look!” Mary turned a photo toward the crowd. “I got Bucky’s first full-frontal picture!”
He nearly spat out his mouthful and threw himself towards her, trying to snatch the photo from her hand. Lizzie cheered for her sister while you doubled over with peals of laughter.
“I was a child!” Bucky shouted. “Mom! Make them stop!”
His sisters repeated his words in a funny, whiny voice. He finally took the photo and pressed it against his chest. He straightened himself, his chest rising and falling with gasping breaths.
“You all suck!” he said before he bolted out of the room.
Later, when his father went to bed and everyone had calmed down, you were worried that you had angered him. No one knew where he was, but they didn’t seem worried. Winnie guessed he was sulking somewhere.
You found him outside, sitting on the porch swing. He quickly hid his hand, then relaxed when he saw you. You walked over and took a seat beside him.
“I didn’t know you smoked.”
“Don’t tell my mom,” he panicked.
You rolled your eyes. “We’re not children, Bucky. I’m not going to say anything.”
“Thanks.” He took a long, slow drag on his cigarette.
You would never admit it, not even under torture, but it made him look good. The way his long, slender fingers held the cigarette. The way the planes of his jaw and cheekbones seemed sharp enough to cut through skin.
“I quit three years ago. I found these in an old hiding place, they’re stale, but...” He finished with a casual shrug.
“It’s bad for you.”
“Thanks, doctor, you’re very wise.”
That made you laugh and he seemed a little surprised. “You’re dumb,” you replied, a smile on your lips.
He looked at you for a moment and you pretended not to notice the way his eyes were lingering. “Yes, I am.”
He put out his cigarette and an awkward silence settled between you. Bucky pushed his feet against the wooden porch floor, moving the swing slowly.
“I’ll do my best tomorrow,” you broke the silence. “Your sisters told me what Dot did to you.”
Bucky sighed, annoyed.
“They meant well,” you cut him off before he could say anything. “And you literally wrote nothing about Dot in your book. You did, however, wrote five pages about pizza.”
“What can I say? I love pizza.”
“Dork.”
There was another beat of silence, not that awkward this time.
“Thank you,” Bucky said. He sounded a bit weird, as if he was trying to sound sincere, but didn’t know how to do it without embarrassing himself. “I know you had better things to do this weekend and being stuck with me is a nightmare, but I appreciate what you’re doing.”
“Natasha kinda forced me, but I’m having fun. It’s nice to get out of the city. I haven’t seen a tree in a while,” you joked, then softened your voice. “It’s going to be okay. We can do this.”
You held out your closed fist and waited for Bucky’s bigger one to bump it. He did it and shook his head at your antics.
“Okay, I’m gonna go to bed. I need my beauty sleep.”
You glared at him when he opened his mouth, most likely to throw another clever comeback at you. You gave a satisfied nod when he pretended to zip his mouth shut.
“You coming?”
“Not yet.”
You twisted your mouth into a small pout. “I thought I had managed to cheer you up.”
“I’m okay,” he assured you. “It’s just... I don’t want to run into my mom, I smell like smoke.”
You laughed. “Good luck, then.”
You were fast asleep when Bucky returned to his bedroom. He lay down on his sleeping bag and tried to get some sleep. He couldn’t, he was twitchy. All night long his mind had raced with a flood of memories of his relationship with Dot.
He wasn’t ready.
Part 5
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Its mutual part 2
Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Bucky x Dot at first, Wanda, Tony Stark, Sam WIlson, Pietro, a lot more.
Word count: 1k+
Loosely based on the movie Its a girl boy thing, promise its gonna be different but at first might be very similar.
Summary: Both Reader and Bucky have hated each other for years, but an unexpected event will bring them close, so much closer than they wanted.
Warnings: Insults, bullying, idk what else.
Part 1 Part 2
(Y/N) woke up with the annoying sound of her alarm, the beeping never seized to stop. Her    (Y/E/C) eyes shifted towards the clock, which was stating 6:30 am. She had to get up if she didn’t want her mother to come in, but her body refused to move. Her bed was warm and cozy, plus her brain needed five more minutes of sleep.
“Honey, Wake Up, your breakfast is getting cold!” She heard her mother scream. A groan left her lips while she stood up from her pink bed. Her same old routine started, first she stretched her muscles and after that she grabbed some clothes, took a cold shower and changed into her usual clothe: a pair of jeans, a blouse and her snickers. She had a tendency to dress smart, preppy some would say. Finally she directed herself down stair to the kitchen, where a big old bowl of oat meal awaited her.
(Y/N) sat in from of her mother, smiling at her. Appearance was what ruled in this house, it was a must-have to smile or else her mother would pester her till no end. The woman in front of her kept talking and talking, a never ending conversation. It was hell. God, did she wish to leave.
“Whats your opinion (Y/N)?” Her mother unexpectedly asked.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”
“(Y/N) (L/N), You should be paying attention to everything. Is this how you’re going to answer at your interview? Yale wo-“
“Have to go mom, school awaits.” She stood up and left rapidly, annoyed at everything. She hated how thing were turning but it was the only way to get out of her mothers way.
“Don’t be rude and interru-“ (Y/N) slammed the door shut and looked at the phone. Fuck, she thought, Late yet again. She ran to the bus stop but it was too late. The school bus left without her, fucking hell. All she had to do now is walk.
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“James Buchanan Barnes, Wake Up! Your gonna be late again!” Winnie, is mom, screamed from the top of her lungs. Bucky stirred in his lips, mumbling incomprehensible words. God, did he hate weekdays.
“Hey, douche wake up. I need a ride to school!” Becca stated, while throwing a pillow towards him. Bucky groaned more, slowly raising his middle finger towards his sister. The smell of greasy bacon made his stomach stir, which finally made him get up. He slammed his door closed, hearing the laughter of his annoying little sister and sizzle of food. He rapidly changed and left to eat whatever was on the table.
“Mornin’ Ma” He said kissing her at the cheek. He was much taller than her, even taller than his dad.
“Hey Pops.” He slouched on the chair, in front of his dad and started eating some pancakes and bacon.
“You ready for Fridays game son?” Bucky nodded, not saying a word.
“He’s always ready George.” Winnie interjected.
“I’m just saying, if football doesn’t work out he can work at Wins with me.” Bucky stood up, abruptly, and left. Its was always like this, a routine that he had. A car horn resounded through the house, as he left.
“Hey Steve” Buck screamed, as he jumped into his sit.
“Hey Buck, everything all right?” Becca jumped into the back, hugging Steve and whacking Bucky's head.
“Hey, fuck off Becks!” She laughed, and Steve pulled off just like always. It was all so monotone to him, and his only hope of getting out of this was the game on Friday.
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(Y/N) started walking to school when a red car came into view. It was Steve Rogers red convertible, a classical. She loved it from a far, bur right now she was desperate for a ride. She was willing to do anything.
“Hey! Over here, Hey!” She screamed. Bucky looked at her, and the only thing he did was turn the volume up. He didn’t want to give her a ride and if Steve heard with all his chivalry ways, he would do anything to help her.
“Sorry, next time!” Bucky screamed at her, laughing with enjoyment. (Y/N) tried to run faster, catch up with them, but she only ended up tripping into a huge puddle. God, she hated her life. She hated Bucky. She hated this stupid town. She couldn’t wait to leave.
She walked all the way to school, soaking wet, She felt gross and stupid. Hell, she hated this, all of this, but the year was going to end soon and she was going to leave. Leaving was her comfort, her motivation. She hated this unforsaken town, so much.
She watched from a far, how Bucky paced through the grass and towards Dot, his beauty queen girlfriend. She was drop dead gorgeous but a total bitch. Everyone feared her, and how could you not if she was the she-devil, Satan’s reincarnation, Lucifer himself. She was worse than a venomous snake, she put the snake emoji to shame, and now (Y/N) she had to pass through them to get in. Life hated her.
“Oh my god, look it's a she-man.” Dot said, pointing directly at (y/n). Everyone laughed, but (y/n) didn’t really care.
“God she just uglier by the minute, I hope I don’t catch whatever she has” Sharon retorted. Steve nudged his girlfriend Sharon, and looked at (Y/N) with an apologetic gaze. She walked straight through them, ignoring Steve, and into the school hallway. The first warning bell rang, as she made way towards her first class, literature.  
As class ended, (y/n) was fed up with the amount of work she had to do. All her classes were advanced, expect art. She had to fight her mother for that one, and she was glad she did. Leaving the class room towards her locker made her feel relieved, the books she carried around were agonizing.
The closer she got to her locker, the more she realized that Bucky and Dot were kissing there. Life really hated her these days. She stood in front of them for a while, clearing her throat but they still seemed occupied.
“Damn it, can you please leave my locker?” She sighed. Bucky and Dot broke the kissing, looking at her but deciding to ignore and continue kissing.
“Don’t you know its grotesque to see two people having sex in the hallway? Its unlady like, and so disturbing.” (Y/N) said louder this time. Dot broke the kiss, stepping away from Bucky and looking at her.
“It seems to me that you’re just jealous .” Dot stated. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, really not interested in Dots stupid games.
“Well she is, you know she’s never had a man before.” Bucky continued. (Y/N) closed her eyes and turned around.
“I don’t need a man to feel wanted or important, less to feel loved. Any way, I’m not jealous of you, why would I be? Because the way I see It, you…” She pointed straight at Bucky, who just stared at her.
“You are gonna end up marrying Dot after school, and because you couldn’t get into a college you’re gonna end up working at Winnies with your dad. Years later, you all are gonna be unhappy, with a few kids and pounds too. You’re gonna be thinking ‘Oh how I regret not studying or paying attention’…” Dot just looked at her dumbfounded. Her mouth was hung open, not knowing what to say.
“So no, I’m not jealous of you, because I’m going to go to some great school and be a professional instead of staying in this god-for-nothing town.” (Y/N) slammed her locker, turning around and looking at both, Bucky and Dot. They just stared at her, not really knowing what to say. (Y/N) turned around and left them.
Bucky just stared at her, not being able to forget her words. He wasn’t going to work at Winnie's, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to live his whole life in this town. He was going to prove her wrong, god he had to win Friday night.
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