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mrsbarnesblog · 6 months

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i can't let you get hurt

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Summary: You have just moved to New York, where your adopted brother Steve has been living for 5 years. Desperate to make new friends, you give the dating app another go. You didn’t even think that you would have to ask for help from the person who has not left your thoughts for the past month - your brother’s best friend.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: fluff, reader is Steve's adopted sister, mechanic Bucky, creepy behaviour, protective Bucky.

Author's note: Does anyone know if community labels are reducing the number of likes and reblogs? because my last post received a suspiciously small amount of notes🤔 but I'm afraid to remove them because Tumblr might decide to block me again

Moving to New York was the idea that has been sitting in your head for a long period of time. Since your adopted brother Steve finished high school, he moved there without any money, without friends, and only with a lot of desires and dreams. You stayed in your small town with your and Steve’s adopted parents because you were only fifteen at the time. It’s been almost five years, and right now he owns an auto repair shop, and as far as you know, it’s a pretty successful place.

You knew that you had nothing to lose; you had no opportunities in your city, no close friends, and it was a really boring and gray life.

Steve only visited you two times, but you regularly spoke on the phone. So when your plane finally landed and you met him, you were kind of a crying mess. He was still your closest person, and you loved him with your whole heart. Steve was now much bigger, with broad shoulders and arms that were probably the same size as your head, but he still had that golden retriever energy, which you really loved.

Steve helped you find your apartment building, where you rented a small and cozy flat from a nice old lady. It wasn’t too much—just a bedroom and living room connected with a tiny kitchen and bathroom. Everything was clean, with light furniture and a lot of plants. It was actually surprising that this place had an affordable rent, and you were happy that luck was on your side.

On the next day, your brother finally showed you his famous place, which he owned with his now best friend Bucky Barnes. And talking about him, he was something else. A tall, big man with fluffy chocolate hair, stubble, and the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen. You knew that you were fucked as soon as he looked you directly in the eyes, shook your hand, and gave you a charming smile.

You met almost everyone in the garage. All the guys were super nice and friendly, they even showed you all of their cars that they were working with. You were happy that Steve found such a family here, they were all obviously so close to each other.

Yet, after a month here, you had almost no friends. You found a job in the coffee shop down the street, where you met an amazing redhead girl named Wanda. You chatted a lot during the work, but you two were still far from friends.

That's how you ended up here. On a date with John.

For some reason, you decided to give that stupid dating app another try. John found you there, and he seemed nice, so when on the second day he decided to invite you to a bar, you agreed without hesitation.

How long has it been since the last time someone asked you out? Year? Yes, it was a little sad to realize that no one was particularly interested in you. Before moving to New York, all the guys you talked to seemed to only want one thing, so you had high hopes for John.

Your evening went well at first. You ordered a drink and chatted. He really seemed nice. After the second drink, you decided to stop for a bit because the alcohol started to make you feel dizzy, even though John was persuading you to taste more of the cocktails that he had brought you .

"You know, I think I better slow down with drinks; I really don’t want to be drunk and embarrass myself on the first date." You pushed your glass back a little, smiling politely.

"Oh, c'mon, baby, don’t upset me." John chuckled and put his hand on yours. You awkwardly smiled, not ready for such physical contact. "You’re here alone, right?" He tilted his head, and you didn't miss how his eyes stopped at your boobs.

"Um, not exactly... I mean, I know like five people in this city, and one of them is my brother. But we don’t live together; he has his own life." John nodded his head and leaned a little closer to you.

"So it means that we can have some fun, right, baby?"

"Fun?"

"Mhm." One of his hands stayed on top of yours, and the other one suddenly fell on your leg. Your body tensed at the feeling of his fingers as they started to rub the bare skin of your inner thigh. You definitely didn’t expect it to happen. "I’ll take an Uber; we’ll go to my place, and we can continue our night. What do you think?"

"I didn’t want to—I mean, that’s not what I was looking for—I thought that we were going to just talk and drink, you know…" You tried to take his hand off of you, but his grip only became harder.

"Don’t try to run away now, baby." He grinned. "You dressed up for me, huh? Your tight little dress that shows your boobs says it all. You just want me." You felt goosebumps all over your body because of his look. It was intense and not as innocent as it was before. You felt disgusted because of his words. You wanted to look good, yes, but seducing him wasn’t part of your plan.

So what are you going to do now? You felt unsafe, and you didn’t know how you could escape this situation. He was obviously a creep, and he just wanted to have sex with you. You can’t go home because either he won't let you go or he might find out where you live.

"O-okay- um- just let me- I’ll go to the restroom real quick, and we can go, okay?" You nervously smiled and stood up, almost spilling your cocktail.

"Someone’s excited, huh?" He laughed, looking at your body up and down.

You left without an answer. You really went to the restroom because the bar was half empty, and John would’ve definitely seen you going out. Luckily, the restroom was empty. You locked the door and looked at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to do.

You reached into your purse to get your phone. The first person that came to mind was Steve. Only long beeps were heard, and after the third call, you gave up.

"Fuck, Steve, I really need you right now." You scrolled through your contacts again. It wasn’t a lie that you knew five people from New York. Steve was not answering his phone. Your neighbor Natasha and Wanda from work, were not your close friends, so it would’ve been weird to call them because of this. There was a number of an old lady who rented you an apartment, and she was obviously not an option. And there was another person.

Bucky.

Calling him in this situation was the last thing you wanted to do. Hell, he probably won’t even answer you because he thinks that you’re just his best friend’s little sister, and he’ll definitely make fun of you about this stupid date. But you had no other variants.

"Hello?" He picked up his phone almost immediately, and you even forgot what you wanted to say. "Y/N? Are you okay?" His deep voice was full of worry, and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach.

"H-hey, Bucky. Um… I’m really, really sorry that I’m calling you, but Steve is not picking up his phone. Do you know where he is?" You walked around the small room, trying to calm down.

"Yeah, he’s meeting with some girl he's been talking about for days. He’s probably really busy right now." He chuckled, and you felt like you were about to cry. Bucky must’ve heard your breathing change because he immediately went silent. "Doll? What happened?"

"My God, it’s so stupid…" You squeezed your eyes, not wanting to cry.

"Tell me."

"I’m at the bar. I’m on a date with a guy named John, and he became very persistent. He wants me to go to his place, but It’s- I’m not interested in this. And I can't just leave because I’m afraid that he can follow me and find out where I live… fuck I really don’t know what to do, and I wanted to ask Steve to pick me up." Your phone stayed silent for a few moments, and you already thought that he got tired of your mess and just ended the call. "Bucky?"

"Where are you? What bar? Are you in the restroom?" His voice was low, and you knew that he wasn’t happy with all of this.

"It’s that new place a few blocks away from my crib. With big neon red signs at the top. And I’m in the restroom right now."

"I’ll be there in five. Stay there and don’t open the door until you know it’s me." He said that and ended the call, leaving you nervous and excited at the same time.

The loud knock on the door almost made you jump. Fastly, but quietly, you reached there and tried to listen for any signs of who it could be.

"I hear you. Open the door; it’s me." The familiar voice came from behind the door.

You opened the door and met Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes. He seemed a little bit out of breath, as if he had run here. You quickly scanned his body, and the fact that he was wearing your favorite leather jacket made you weak in the knees. His dark brown locks that curled at the ends almost asked you to touch them. It was not your fault that this idiot always looked ridiculously hot every single time.

"C’mon, let’s get you home, doll." He grabbed your hand, leading you out of the bathroom to the bar, where you immediately saw a clearly annoyed John. You saw that Bucky looked at him too, but he stopped only when you were already on the street and when your bad date ran after you, loudly calling your name.

"Hey! Where the fuck are you going? We were supposed to go to my place! You already found someone else to fuck or what?" He yelled, grabbing your other hand at the same time. You felt Bucky quickly move you behind him while still holding your wrist.

"Don’t fucking touch her. She’s leaving, and if I ever see you near her again, I'll rip your useless hands off. Understood?" Bucky growled, straightening his body. He was obviously bigger than John, who was now less brave. John looked at you for a few seconds as he was thinking about what he should say to you, but then just turned around and left. Apparently, you weren't worth it.

You didn’t know whether it was the cool night air or this whole tense situation that made you tremble. You felt Bucky’s warm body get closer to you, and his large, calloused hand rested on your shoulder. It made you feel a little bit fuzzy because you were trying so hard to hide your little (big) crush on your brother’s best friend. Yeah, it was the biggest cliche, but you couldn’t even blame yourself. He was extremely beautiful, with those blue eyes, rosy lips, and a body that you knew was built like God's. Not to mention that Bucky was sweet and a true gentleman.

"You’re shaking, doll. Wait a second." He started to take off his jacket, and you tried to stop him.

"Bucky, no, what are you doing? You don’t have to; it’s not even that cold!" He just playfully rolled his eyes and still threw a jacket over your shoulders, leaving himself only in the tight black shirt. God, this man.

A sudden wave of his cologne surrounded you. Bucky always smelled good. Something clean with a spicy and woody scent. The leather was still warm from his body, and you fought against the desire to bury your nose in it. You didn't even realize that you actually did it, so when you opened your eyes, you saw Bucky, who had this annoying grin on his face.

"So you like it, huh?" He chuckled.

"Oh, shut up. I didn't want to do that."

"Of course, doll. But we should go, I have to take you home safely, right?" Bucky said, leading you to the parking lot. To a motorcycle.

"A motorcycle?" You asked Bucky as you stepped closer to him. "No, I—where’s your car? I’ve never ridden on one of those." He had already sat there and had two helmets in his hands.

"I left it in the garage and didn’t want to make you wait here for too long. But you don’t have to worry; I know what I'm doing, and I'll take care of you. I promise." You came closer to him and let him put a helmet on you. You really tried not to tremble as his hands gently fixed it under your chin. "Now sit behind me and put your legs here." He pointed at the weird looking thing.

You felt weird as soon as you sat in the passenger seat. Bucky was so close, and you could feel the warmth of his body even if it was cold outside. Where should I put my hands? Hug him? Put it behind me? You awkwardly placed it on your own legs, and Bucky must’ve immediately felt your tense body because you heard a chuckle, and the next moment he grabbed your hands and put it around his waist. "You should put it right here, doll. You don’t wanna fall, do you?"

You slightly shook your head before you placed it on his back. It was really hard to control yourself when your hands were laying on his hard press. For fuck’s sake, he should be perfect everywhere, huh?

"Hold on tight, Darlin'." You heard another deep chuckle, and he finally put his helmet on.

You don't know how long you were driving, but when Bucky finally pulled up outside your apartment building, you felt sad and happy at the same time. The ride was something else. This man almost gave you a heart attack when you stopped at a red light and he put his hand on your bare leg and asked if you were okay.

He’s just being nice, stop overthinking this.

You knew Bucky for only one month, but it was hard not to fall for him. He was an attractive, kind, and really generous man; you knew that he was like a part of Steve's family. Sometimes, when you visited your brother and accidentally met Bucky, for a few seconds you thought that maybe he finds you attractive. You always caught him looking at you.

But you knew this type of guy—always charming and flirting—who could have pretty much anyone. It was stupid of you to think that he saw you as something more than just Steve’s little sister.

"See, I told you that I was a good driver and that you'd get home safely." He hopped off the motorcycle and stood before you while you were trying to take the helmet off. "Let me unlock it."

"Thank you, Bucky." You said when you were finally free. "For this, for the jacket... You were probably very busy, and I just ruined your night by making you take care of me. Oh my god, I’m really sorry. I just wanted to forget about one person, and I thought that going on that stupid date would be a good idea, but it seems like the only thing that men want here is sex." You chuckled and watched to the ground.

"Now listen to me, doll." Bucky suddenly stepped closer to you, and you almost fainted when both of his hands took your face and forced you to look him right in the eyes. "You shouldn’t apologize for calling me. I was just hanging out with the guys from the garage, but as soon as you called me, I left everything because I can’t let you get hurt." He nervously licked his lips, and you hope that he didn’t notice how you stared at this movement. Bucky’s hands left your face and ended up on your upper arms. Did he come closer to me? "I don’t know who you were trying to forget about, but I hope that he or she is worth your time."

"We– we’re not really close. I’m probably not even his type." You shrugged. Bucky’s jaw clenched, and he buried his hands in the jeans pockets, as if he was angry and tried not to show you. As soon as he made a distance between you two, you body started trembling.

"Is it someone from the garage?" His head was a little bit tilted to the side, and you knew that right now he wouldn’t shut up about it until you gave him a name. "Maybe Sam? Or Thor? Many girls like him, you know. Do you like show-offs like Stark? Or…"

"You."

You both were silent.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What were you thinking?

"Say it again." Your throat felt dry, and you just stared at him, not knowing what to do.

"I– Just forget about it, Bucky. It’s stupid–"

You weren't able to finish because a soft pair of lips interrupted you. One of Bucky’s hands cupped your face, lifting you up to his level, and another one laid on your waist. He was soft, warm, and gentle when his lips moved on top of yours. Your head was in the clouds, and it felt like your knees became weaker. You wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck, completely melting into him. He wanted to stay like this forever. Your skin and your lips were so soft, he could smell your perfume and taste your sweet lip gloss. But he knew that he should stop and do it the right way. After a few seconds, he finally pulled away, but he put his forehead on yours, and it was so cozy, like you two were in a bubble.

"I’m sorry. Was this too much? I overstepped?" He licked his lips as if he were trying to get more of your taste. "I have been thinking about asking you out since the day I saw you. I wanted to do it right. To take you on a date, to be the gentleman that you deserve, and maybe get a kiss on the cheek at the end of the night. Sorry. I didn’t even know that you liked me." Bucky wrapped his hands around your waist, and you nuzzled into his neck, enjoying his scent.

"And I didn’t know that you liked me either. I thought that you felt obligated to take care of me because I'm your best friend’s sister."

"No, I promise you." He kissed the top of your head. "But Steve’s gonna kill me, by the way. He told all of us that you’re not an option and that we can’t touch you."

"Well, I love him, but he can’t decide for me."

"So… Does this mean that you’ll say ‘yes’ if I ask you to go on a date with me? On Sunday, maybe?" You lifted your head to look at him properly, and God, he was so cute when he was nervous.

"Of course, Buck, I wanna go out with you." You smiled at him, and he lowered himself again to give you another sweet kiss on the lips.

"Fuck, you should go home, doll. You’re too sweet for your own good. Wanna keep you all for myself." He mumbled against your lips. "Go."

"Goodnight, Bucky. Please text me when you get home, ‘kay?"

"I will. Goodnight, Doll." You left a soft kiss on his stubbled cheek before finally turning around to go home.

Only at home did you realize that you were still wearing his jacket. At least it was a good excuse for Bucky to see you again sooner. That night, you both ended up texting for hours until you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

Maybe a date with John wasn’t that bad of an idea.

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inmyicyworld · 11 months

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I can't let you get hurt

Bucky Barnes x Reader (brother’s best friend AU)

Summary: you have just moved to New York, where your adopted brother Steve has been living for 5 years. Desperate to make new friends, you give the dating app another go. You didn’t even think that you would have to ask for help from the person who has not left your thoughts for the past month - your brother’s best friend.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: language, reader is Steve’s adopted sister, creepy John Walker, John is commenting reader's clothes, Bucky is a big softie, protective Bucky, idiots in love, fluff.

Author’s note: I’ve wanted to finally start writing for a long time. so I decided to share my thoughts and dreams about this man (aka my husband). English is not my first language and I’m really sorry if you find any mistakes. it’s my first attempt to trying to write in English so I hope it’s not that bad.

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You knew that you had nothing to lose; you had no opportunities in your city, no close friends, and it was a really boring and gray life.

That's how you ended up here. On a date with John.

Your evening went well at first. You ordered a drink and chatted. He really seemed nice. After the second drink, you decided to stop for a bit because the alcohol started to take a toll on your head, even though John was pushing you hard with the new drink he brought you.

"You know, I think I better slow down with cocktails; I really don’t want to be drunk and embarrass myself on the first date." You pushed your glass back a little, smiling politely.

"So it means that we can have some fun, right, baby?"

"Fun?"

"O-okay- um- just let me- I’ll go to the restroom real quick, and we can go, okay?" You nervously smiled and stood up, almost spilling your cocktail.

"Someone’s excited, huh?" He laughed, looking at your body up and down.

You reached into your purse to get your phone. The first person that came to mind was Steve. Only long beeps were heard, and after the third call, you gave up.

"Fuck, Steve, I really need you right now." You scrolled through your contacts again. It wasn’t a lie that you knew five people from New York. Steve was not answering his phone. Your two neighbors, Natasha and Wanda from work, were not your close friends, so it would’ve been weird to call them because of this. There was a number of an old lady who rented you an apartment, and she was obviously not an option. And there was another person.

Bucky.

"H-hey, Bucky. Um… I’m really, really sorry that I’m calling you, but Steve is not picking up his phone. Do you know where he is?" You walked around the small room, trying to calm down.

"My God, it’s so stupid…" You squeezed your eyes, not wanting to cry.

"Tell me."

"Where are you? What bar? Are you in the restroom?" His voice was low, and you knew that he wasn’t happy with all of this.

"It’s that new place a few blocks away from my crib. With big neon red signs at the top. And I’m in the restroom right now."

"I’ll be there in five. Stay there and don’t open the door until you know it’s me." He said that and ended the call, leaving you nervous and excited at the same time.

The loud knock on the door almost made you jump. Fastly, but quietly, you reached there and tried to listen for any signs of who it could be.

"I hear you. Open the door; it’s me." The familiar voice came from behind the door.

You opened the door and met Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes. He seemed a little bit out of breath, as if he had run here. You quickly scanned his body, and the fact that he was wearing your favorite leather jacket made you weak in the knees. His dark brown locks that curled at the ends almost asked you to touch them. It’s not your fault that this idiot always looked ridiculously hot every single time.

You don’t know whether it was the cool night air or this whole tense situation that made you tremble. You felt Bucky’s warm body get closer to you, and his large, calloused hand rested on your shoulder. It made you feel a little bit fuzzy because you were trying so hard to hide your little, big crush on your brother’s best friend. Yeah, it was the biggest cliche, but you can’t even blame yourself. He was extremely beautiful, with those blue eyes, rosy lips, and a body that you knew was built like God's. Not to mention that Bucky was sweet and a true gentleman.

"You’re shaking, doll. Wait a second." He started to take off his jacket, and you tried to stop him.

A sudden wave of his cologne surrounded you. Bucky always smelled good. Something clean with a spicy and woody scent The leather was still warm from his body, and you fought against the desire to bury your nose in it. You didn't even realize that you actually did it, so when you opened your eyes, you saw Bucky, who had this annoying grin on his face.

"So you like it, huh?" He chuckled.

"Oh, shut up; I didn't want to do that."

"Of course, doll. But we should go, I have to take you home safely, right?" Bucky said, leading you to the parking lot. To a motorcycle.

"A motorcycle?" You asked Bucky as you stepped closer to him. "No, I—where’s your car? I’ve never ridden on one of those." He had already sat there and had two helmets in his hands.

"I left it in the garage and didn’t want to make you wait here for too long. But you don’t have to worry; I know what I'm doing, and I won't let you get hurt. I promise." You came closer to him and let him put a helmet on you. You really tried not to tremble as his hands gently fixed it under your chin. "Now sit behind me and put your legs here." He pointed at the weird looking thing.

"Hold on tight, Darlin'." You heard another deep chuckle, and he finally put his helmet on.

He’s just being nice, stop overthinking this.

But you knew this type of guy—always charming and flirting—who could have pretty much anyone. It was stupid of you to think that he saw you as something more than just Steve’s little sister.

"See, I told you that I was a good driver and that you'd get home safely." He hopped off the motorcycle and stood before you while you were trying to take the helmet off. "Let me unlock it."

"We– we’re not really close. I’m probably not even his type." You shrugged. Bucky’s jaw clenched, and he buried his hands in the jeans pockets, as if he was angry and tried not to show you.

"You."

You both were silent.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What were you thinking?

"Say it again." Your throat felt dry, and you just stared at him, not knowing what to do.

"I– Just forget about it, Bucky. It’s stupid–"

"And I didn’t know that you liked me either. "I thought that you felt obligated to take care of me because I'm your best friend’s sister."

"No, I promise you." He kissed the top of your head. "But Steve’s gonna kill me, by the way. He told all of us that you’re not an option and that we can’t touch you."

"Well, I love him, but he can’t decide for me."

"So… Does this mean that you’ll say ‘yes’ if I ask you to go on a date with me? On Sunday, maybe?" You lifted your head to look at him properly, and God, he was so cute when he was nervous.

"Of course, Buck, I wanna go out with you." You smiled at him, and he lowered himself again to give you another sweet kiss on the lips.

"Fuck, you should go home, doll." You’re too sweet for your own good. Wanna save you all for myself." He mumbled against your lips. "Go."

"Goodnight, Bucky. Please text me when you get home, ‘kay?"

"I will. Night, Doll." You left a soft kiss on his stubbled cheek before finally turning around to go home.

Maybe a date with John wasn’t that bad of an idea.

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savageonwheels · 2 years

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1932 Cadillac V16 Sport Phaeton

Auto World’s 1932 Cadillac V16 Sport Phaeton I’m no authority on pre-war classic cars, but most car crazies like me recognize the Cadillac V16 or Sixteen as it was often called. This was Cadillac’s most powerful and expensive car to date when introduced at the New York Auto Show in January of 1930. Talk about bad timing, the Depression had just begun. Yet the wealthy and famous still had cash…

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#1932 Cadillac V16 Sport Phaeton #1:18 scale #Auto World #Cadillac Sixteeen #Depression #featured #Fischer Body #Fleetwood #GM #Harley J. Earl #New York Auto Show #WordPrompt

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newyorkthegoldenage · 4 months

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A special 1925-1926 Packard sport phaeton is shown off at the 26th National Automobile Show, Grand Central Palace, January 9–16, 1926.

Photo: Nathan Lazarnick via Wayne State Univ./DPLA

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 1 month

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The AMC AMX-GT is a 1968 concept car developed by American Motors Corporation (AMC). A rear-wheel drive pillarless coupe of monocoque construction with two doors and a truncated rear end treatment, its design was influenced by AMC stylist Richard A. Teague. The AMX GT was built by shortening the 4-seat Javelin coupé to a 97-inch (2,464 mm) wheelbase (the same as the production 2-seat AMXs), lowering, or "chopping", the roof and cutting off the tail. The one-off AMX-GT body used a fiberglass rear and featured side-mounted "macho external exhaust pipes.

It appeared in two versions. At the New York International Auto Show in April 1968 it was red with a white stripe on the sides that ran across the roof. It also had plain, flush wheel covers, generic all-black tires,a side-mounted exhaust, a ram-air intake hood, integrated roof spoiler and fixed rear side windows (quarter glass) with no support (or "B") pillar.

The wheels were soon replaced by an alloy five-spoke design with Goodyear white-letter tires.The hood and roof were repainted a contrasting dark blue. This color scheme, which followed the major character lines of the car, was applied to some of the early factory-sponsored race cars before AMC changed to bands of red, white, and blue.

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emgavi · 1 year

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I can't lose her (Gavi x reader)

Part 2 of Losing you slowly, hope it gives some of you closure from the last part.:)) 1,944 words

All you could hear around you was the busy life of the airport as you sat by your terminal for your flight. You were going to do this, you couldn’t believe it. Part of you was excited to go to New York City, but another part was thinking about what Gavi is doing now. By now you think he read your letter at your, well now his apartment.

“Flight 309 to New York will be boarding in 5 minutes”

Hearing the announcement I get my suitcase and head to the already forming long line near the entrance. Just as you stopped rolling your bag, you heard a voice call out behind you that sounded like your name.

“y/n!”

I turned around looking to the side of the people behind me to see… no… what is he doing here? There I see Gavi running towards me. Stunned at seeing him here especially since you didn’t know he would know you would be here at this time.

“Gavi? What are you doing here?” i asked , puzzled as he came towards me.

Panting from running in, “i - i - I needed to see you. Y/n mi amor, i’m so sorry from the bottom of my heart i never meant to hurt you and not show up last night. I was texting you but I forgot to press send, that’s my fault completely. Everything. Please forgive m-”

You cut him off, feeling yourself start to grow angry again hearing him make more excuses, “Stop, Gavi, stop with the excuses, that’s all you ever give me. How hard is it to show respect in this relationship? I love you Gavi, i really do , which is why it is so hard to say goodbye even after all you’ve done.”

He looked at you with pleading eyes ‘i’ll be better, i’ll fix myself, please mi amor don’t leave me, I don’t want to lose you” he begged, reaching out to hold your hands but you pulled away before he could. Making him frown at your movements to distance yourself.

``Please Gavi, even if you did, how could I have full confidence that you won’t do it again?”

Gavi opened then closed his mouth, having an internal battle as you said that. Shaking his head , that’s when you notice tears fall from his eyes. You started to feel bad and wanted to comfort him but you were still upset so all you did was rubbed his shoulder.

“This is probably for the best, I bet you heard about my promotion, headquarters gavi, this is big and i’m sorry it had to end this way but I need to go.”

Gavi was about the response but then the announcer beat him to it,

“Flight 309 to New York Gate will be closing soon”

He didn’t even realize that the rest of the people that once surrounded him were gone and in the plane, leaving only y/n and him outside.

“I’ve got to go Gavi” you said as you started to back away.

Panicking again, he grabbed your hand softly, “por favor y/n, I don’t want you to leave like this, i - i don’t want to lose you, por favor give me another chance, what do i have to do to prove to you ??? i will do it , anything you say, please y/n” he said more tears falling from his face.

Struggling on the inside seeing him fall apart in front of you, It makes you give in to the need to hold him. You go and hug him, and once you do his arms hold you tight like you might disappear while he puts his face to your hair, cherishing the moment you are willingly giving him. One he fears will be the last.

You both stand there for a few seconds before you start to pull away, “i have to do this Gavi, there’s no other opportunity like it…… I’ve gotta go. “

You turn quickly and make your way to the gate but before you’re far you hear Gavi speak something behind you

“I love you”

Closing your eyes, fighting to stay strong, you didn’t turn back to him instead kept walking but in your head you said it back, “

I love you too”.

T H R E E M O N T H S L A T E R .

In Barcelona Gavi was a wreck. He was basically on auto pilot and everybody could see how much the break up affected him, even the barcelona fc staff. He tried to send you text messages every once and a while to let you know he was still there, but you never replied. He so desperately wished he could go see you and fix things.

Pedri looked at his poor friend who was kicking poorly at an attempt to practice penalty kicks.

Xavi, his coach was also looking alongside him, sighing “ that kid really can’t get over it’ .

Pedri turned his head to his coach, “no…he won’t stop talking about her”

His coach nodded, growing concern lingered in him as he watched his rising young star start to struggle both in the game and life. “Does she still talk to him?” Pedri shook his head.

He thought for a while then called Gavi over. As Gavi walked over to his coach he asked, ‘si coach?”

“I’ve been watching you, and you haven’t been looking like yourself out there” Xavi started

Gavi looked down in disappointment as he heard those words

His coach continued, “I remember being your age, all the dumb decsions I made that i regret to this day…I’ll only do this once but…. He hesitated

“I can arrange for you some time where you can leave to go fix your problems, however when you return you’ll have to sit on the bench for at least 3 games. Do you accept it?”

Gavi looked at him surprised , he certainly did not expect to hear that from his coach and so did pedri, nodding his head quickly, “si claro que si, gracias , muchas gracias!” Gavi said going to give him a hug.

“One condition, you better be in playing form when you return” he told the boy.

Shaking his head as he headed to the exit of the field, already knowing where he’d been wanting to go for three months, he shouted out, “gracias!” before finally leaving the field. Running over to his car to go straight to his apartment and pack.

In NYC…

It’s been 3 months since you’ve left barcelona… since you left Gavi. In that time you were enjoying yourself in your new city minus the heavy workload and some rude employers. You were finally living one of your goals.

You hadn’t talked to Gavi during that whole time but he did try to contact you. Calling or leaving you texts saying he hoped that you were having a good day. It was clear that he still didn’t want to let you go and from your talks with Aurora, Gavi wasn’t giving up.

It was the winter time here in NYC which meant your apartment was way colder than it was in barcelona at this time. Still early in the morning on your day off you decided to make some hot chocolate to warm you up a bit. Turning up the music you took your hot chocolate and sat on your comfy lounge chair.

Right when you were in a comfortable position taking one sip from the mug, a loud knock to your door rang out. Annoyed, you sighed and placed your mug down to open the door.

Who in the world is out at this hour in almost blizzard conditions??? You thought as you walked up. As you opened the door and saw who was there, your eyes went wide.

“H-hola , can i come i- in?”

There standing in front of your footstep was Gavi. Shivering from the lack of layers needed for NY weather. Quickly feeling the cold air enter your house you ushered him inside. Which he was very happy about entering a warm room.

“Gracias,” he said, warming up his hands. You saw that he had a suitcase with him, raising your eyebrows.

“How did you know where I lived?” you asked if the only person you ever told in barcelona was Auror,,, oh, i'm going to talk to her after this.

“I think you already know judging your face right now’ he said

“Why are you here? Why come all this way?”

“To be with you” he said promptly and you gave him a confused look.

“You said before you left that you needed to leave for this opportunity, so you are here, then i am here” he said plainly, even more confused you asked him

“But what about barcelona gavi, your dream??, don’t you still want to play football? I can’t let you throw that away ``I told him sternly, this was crazy.

““You were about to risk your career for me so I’m risking mine for you because I love you and your more important and I should’ve shown you that all of those times but I was selfish, and incredibly stupid. I want to fix the mess I made and be here with you.” he said getting closer to you.

You were stunned at this, all the anger at him disappearing and started to feel your love creep in again for the brown eyed boy. You knew how much football meant to him, and he was choosing you over that, “Gavi i …i don’t know what to say”

“Say you’ll let me stay with you, i’ll even sleep on the couch” he said

Still not getting over the fact that he seriously left barcelona during it’s season, “this is a sweet gesture to show me but i can’t let you throw away your chance to play Gavi, have you ever considered his completely, aren't you in season right now?”

He smiled at you rambling over the concern for this career. He grabbed your hands which you let him, ‘you are worth everything, i was a wreck without you y/n , when you left I didn’t know what to do with myself, if this is enough to prove to you that I love you and im serious that i’ll change then i’m right where i should be.”

Taken aback from his words, and him staring deep into your eyes was the moment you felt yourself lean into him, he did the same. Stopping inches before your lips met, you looked up at his eyes, “one more chance’ you whispered on his lips

He smiled wide “I promise you won’t regret it” then he leaned forward and met your lips. Holding you tightly, hands at your waist while yours around his neck, he kissed you as if trying to show you how much he missed and loved you.

When you pulled away you asked, “wait but what are you going to say to Barcelona when you don’t show up for practice?”

He gave you a smirk and pulled you closer “don’t worry mi amor, I got xavi to cover for me, turns out there’s a really good rehab specialist here in New York that barcelona likes to send their injured players sometimes, i got at least 1 month”

You looked at him surprised at the actually well calculated plan, “well then, with that taken care of, I guess it’s time for….New York adventures with y/n and Gavi!” you said excitedly

He laughed then looked at you with a glow in his eyes, “te amo y/n”

Te amo tambien Gavi” leaning up to kiss him.

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