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Late (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: When Bucky overhears you telling Natasha about your period being late he immediately knows what this could mean. To ease your mind until you know for sure he tries to subtly show you that he’d be there to care for a potential child. You find yourself surprisingly happy about this possibility. (Female Reader) Word Count: 4,986 Warnings: Mild Pregnancy Scares, Talk of Menstruation, Baby Fever, No Y/N, Petnames (Doll, Sweetheart) Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54538210 A/N: Also, quick question, would anyone be interested in a smut fiction with Bucky, containing choking?

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"I’m really late.”

“How late?”

“My period should have started about seven days ago. I’ve never been this late, normally I’m almost always on time.”

“That really is pretty late.” Natasha mused and turned to face you as you stood next to her on Clint’s porch, overlooking the rainy fields. You were all visiting the Bartons after Clint had gotten injured on a mission, leaving him with a broken femur and you all coming over to try to make the house easier for him to get around with his injury. “Have you talked to Bucky, yet?”

You quieted down for a second, opting to turn back toward the rain rather than look at Natasha’s face, knowing that she would urge you to talk to your partner about this. And you knew that even with such an intimate topic you could always talk to Bucky. Menstruation wasn’t a taboo subject in your relationship, so when you were on your period Bucky was aware of it and when you needed him to comfort you or run to the store to get you supplies he was quick to do so.

The two of you had also talked about the possibility of having children before and you had both agreed that one day you would love to have some of your own but that this day was still in the future. So, you knew he wanted children one day and after being with him for years you also knew that he wouldn’t react negatively to all of this. But you didn’t want to worry him because you thought that your period was late for a whole different reason.

“I was so stressed and busy lately. I even calculated when I should have ovulated and at the time we were flying around the world, trying to take down that crime syndicate.” You explained, not meeting her eyes just yet. “I’m sure it’s just the stress that delayed my ovulation and with that also my period.”

“But have you talked to Bucky about it, yet?”

“Not yet. As I said I’m pretty sure it’s just the stress I’ve been under, so it’s probably not a serious issue and I don’t want to worry him with it. I know that everyone immediately assumes that a late period means someone is pregnant, so I don’t want him jumping to conclusions when it might just be from the stress and will probably resolve itself.” You explained before turning to her. “Can we talk about something else? If I don’t get my period within the next week, I’ll talk to him, alright? But for now, let’s please change the subject.”

“Alright.” Natasha nodded and thought for a second. “How was your date night?”

Before you could answer you heard the screen door open and turned to find Bucky stepping onto the porch. Your eyes locked with his and you smiled brightly, making his face light up as you walked up to embrace him. He pulled you to his side and pressed a kiss to your head.

“Where have you been all day?”

“All around the house really, talking to Steve and Sam, helping Laura and everyone else move things around to make it easier for Clint to get around with his cast on.” Bucky said nonchalantly, leaning over to press his lips to your cheek. “I heard you talking about our date night.”

You looked up at him, worry rising in you for the flash of a second, concerned that he’d heard the previous topic of conversation. But you quickly overplayed your concerns with a bright smile as you nodded and went on to tell Natasha about the museum you’d been to where they were currently showing an exhibition about Captain America. When you started talking about how many children had been there Bucky piped up.

“Sweetheart, do you remember that young girl who recognised me as the man from one of the photos?”

You nodded quickly and turned to Natasha with a bright smile. “He was in the historical photos there and a little girl, no older than maybe five or six years old, recognised him. She was too shy to talk to him at first but we saw her pulling at her father’s sleeve and pointing Bucky out to him.”

“How cute!” Natasha smiled and looked back at Bucky. “Did you go talk to her?”

“He did.” You answered for your partner, a warm smile on your face. “He went up to her and asked her if she could point him to the display of the shields. It was such a good idea because it meant she could be the one to help Bucky.”

“That was exactly why I did it and it did the trick. It put her in charge of the situation and she pointed me to the shields. She tagged along with us as we went there, chatting away with me about how she’d read books about me and Steve, how she wanted to be just like us when she grew up and asking me all sorts of questions. “

Natasha smiled at that, putting her hands on her hips. “Sure you don’t want to switch professions and work in childcare, Buck?”

“No, I’m quite fond of the whole superhero business.” Bucky chuckled and then nodded his head toward you. “I’m also more fond of the idea of having my own children.”

Natasha shot you a pointed look but you remained quiet and simply leaned back into his side, changing the subject of the conversation to an elderly lady who had also approached Bucky after recognising him at the exhibition. Bucky’s hand tensed on your arm for the fraction of a second but before you could even look up he was already talking to Natasha again.

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It took another hour for the rain to lighten but as soon as it did Clint’s children were outside in the garden, Cooper getting on the tyre swing and pulling out his book, Lila going back to practising her archery which the rain had interrupted her at and Nathaniel running to get his soccer ball to play with. That’s when you heard Clint calling out to all of you, asking for someone to help him get outside onto the porch. Natasha was quick to rush inside to help him while you and Bucky kept an eye on the children.

“Come on, Lila!” Nathaniel complained from down on the field as he approached his sister who put her bow down to look at him. “Why won’t you play with me?”

“I want to practice my archery, Nat.”

Nathanial groaned in annoyance before walking over to his brother. “What about you? Can we play soccer?”

“I just want to finish the chapter first.”

The boy crossed his arms and hung his head in disappointment, kicking his ball to the side and slumping down on a nearby log. You were about to go down into the garden, to try and mediate, comfort Nathaniel or offer to play soccer with him when you felt Bucky’s arm slip off your shoulder. When you turned your head to look at him you saw him giving you a small glance before walking down into the garden, waving at Nathaniel.

“I’ll play with you!”

“Really?” Nathaniel looked up, a smile immediately spreading on his face as he watched Bucky come up to him. “Thank you, Mister Barnes!”

Bucky smiled at his excitement, picking up the ball on the way. “Call me Bucky, alright?”

“Alright!” Nathaniel nodded and then moved across the field, waving Bucky after him. “You be the goalie, alright?”

“Sure, but go easy on me. I’m not a professional soccer player.”

“But you’re a superhero!”

You watched a genuine soft smile spread across Bucky’s face. “Do you think we defeat bad guys by challenging them to a game of soccer?”

Nathaniel shrugged and then grinned up at Bucky. “Have you ever tried?”

“Actually, no. I might have to give your idea a try, buddy.”

Crossing your arms over your chest you watched Bucky play soccer with Nathaniel, a soft smile spreading across your face and a warm feeling engulfing your heart. You still thought that stress was the reason for your late period but you knew that even if you were expecting Bucky would make a great father -- but then again, you had always known that. Nathaniel kept scoring goals and though you could tell that Bucky was letting the ball go in on purpose from time to time, sometimes he looked genuinly surprised at the boy’s aim. Sighing softly, you leaned against one of the wooden support beams of the porch while Natasha helped Clint sit down on a nearby chair and you watched Bucky cheer Nathaniel on.

“Sure you don’t want to talk to him?”

You winced in surprise when Natasha’s voice sounded off just beside your ear and you turned your head to find her standing right next to you. Sighing softly, you shook your head and leaned back against the beam, turning to continue watching Bucky and Nathaniel play.

“I’ll wait a couple more days but I will eventually talk to him about it.” You promised, keeping your voice down so Clint wouldn’t hear your conversation. “But I know that I have nothing to worry about. Even if I were pregnant, I think Bucky would make a great father.”

“Definitely.” Natasha said, her smile evident in her voice as she whispered back to you. “If you want to wait a few more days, do so. But you have nothing to worry about. He’s a good guy and he will stand by you no matter what happens.”

“I never doubted that.”

A clap of thunder made everyone look up at the sky and Clint called out to the children to come back inside. They didn’t have to be told twice. Lila started packing up her things while Cooper got off the swing to head for the porch. Nathaniel clutched the ball to his chest as he looked up at the sky in fear but Bucky was quick to react, crouching down next to him and holding out his metal arm to him.

“Hold on and I’ll carry you inside. We’ll be super fast, I promise.”

Nathaniel turned to look at Bucky and at another encouraging nod from the man he grabbed onto the metal arm’s biceps, holding on tightly as your partner stood up, lifting the boy off the ground and leaving him dangling from the arm. While they set out for the porch, you could hear Nathaniel laughing as he swung back and forth on Bucky’s arm, his hands clasped tightly around his biceps. What stood out to you was the fact that Bucky’s eyes kept flicking over to yours, almost as if to see whether or not you were looking at him. But you couldn’t really think about that observation because you found yourself distracted by a strange sense of longing settling in your chest.

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It was two days later that you two found yourself in a furniture store, looking for a new dresser and despite your period still being late, you were no longer focused on the worry you felt about that and more thinking about the longing you had felt when watching Bucky play with Nathaniel two days prior. It made you wonder if having a child with Bucky was something that you might want sooner rather than later.

“I cannot believe we broke your dresser.”

You shushed Bucky, heat rising to your cheeks as you remembered how exactly the dresser had broken and how much teasing you had already had to endure from your fellow Avengers. “Will you keep it down?”

“You didn’t tell me that last night.” Bucky grinned and wrapped an arm around your shoulders when he saw you roll your eyes, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek. “But then again, that is part of the reason why we’re here.”

Once more you rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help but chuckle as you leaned into him. “Just remind me that we’re only here for a dresser when I will inevitably find twenty other things that might come in handy. I need you to be the voice of reason here and tell me I don’t need every little thing I see.”

Bucky chuckled at that and threw you a playfully wary glance. “I don’t know if I can turn down any of your wishes, Doll.”

The two of you kept walking until you came to the department for children’s furniture beyond which you knew lay the department for regular bedrooms. As you walked past the displays of cribs and bunk beds, the walls behind them decorated in images of stars with stuffed animals and mobiles all around, you felt a strange longing return. You cuddled closer against Bucky’s side, making him turn to you but you didn’t see his facial expression because you kept looking around. He was quiet for a few seconds before he leaned over to press a kiss to your head.

“When we have a kid one day, what theme would you choose for their nursery?”

You blinked in surprise at his question, noticing how the longing feeling lightened just the smallest amount at the first word of the sentence and you couldn’t stop yourself from asking the first thing that came to your mind. “When?”

“We spoke about having children one day. Is it a surprise that I use ‘when’ instead of ‘if’?” Bucky gave you a comforting smile. “So tell me, what theme would you choose for our future child?”

“The space theme.” You smiled softly, looking back at the displays. “Imagine our baby sleeping under those glow-in-the-dark stars or under a mobile of the planets. It would also fit so well because our first proper date was to an exhibition about space travel.”

Bucky’s smile was clear in his voice when he spoke up. “I like that idea a lot.”

You leaned closer to him again and his hand came up to squeeze your shoulder lovingly as you two started walking again. But your peace was interrupted when you rounded the corner to find a couple fighting over what sounded like the choice of a crib, making you stop in your tracks. Against your better judgment, you spoke up, directing their attention to you and Bucky.

“What’s wrong? Do you need help?”

The blond woman rolled her eyes and nodded to the redhead next to her. “My wife here thinks we should get the crib with the wooden frame but it’s much more expensive than the metal frame one.”

“Yes, I know that but I think a crib is not the piece of furniture to cut costs at.” The redhead crossed her arms and shook her head. “Our baby is going to sleep in that bed every night. If you want to cut costs anywhere why not on something like the dresser? If that’s a bit cheaper it won’t be as bad!”

“Would you like an outsider’s opinion on it?”

Both women turned to look at Bucky who took his arm off you to approach the two and they gave him a shrug, agreeing in almost perfect unison that someone else’s opinion might be helpful for their situation. You watched with an interested expression as Bucky smiled and inspected the cribs for a few minutes, reading their descriptions and taking a closer look at them before he turned to the two women again.

“I wouldn’t get either of these.”

“Why not?”

Bucky glanced at you as he spoke up again, once again seemingly making sure that you were paying attention before he said anything. “The one with the metal frame may be an inexpensive one but the mattress that comes with it is not tight fitting enough and that’s a safety hazard for the baby.”

The blonde woman quickly distanced herself from the metal frame crib to examine the wooden one once more. “Why can’t we choose the wooden framed one? The mattress fits better than the one in the other crib.”

“It does but it has those cloud-shaped cutouts on the headboard. The baby’s head or limbs could get caught in it and that’s a safety hazard, too.”

“I totally forgot about that. We even looked up crib safety before coming here and I forgot.” The redhead mumbled and sighed, turning to her wife. “And I’m sorry for going off at you like that. I’ve been so stressed lately.”

“I get it, I wasn’t any better. It’s all forgotten, don’t worry.” The blonde sighed and took her wife’s hand into hers before turning to Bucky. “Got any recommendations on what crib to buy?”

Bucky smiled and nodded toward a crib a few metres away. “I’d get this one. I know that it’s a bit more expensive than the other two but it is convertible, so it can be turned into a toddler bed. It will last you two much longer, so I’d say it’s worth the price.”

“It would look great with the changing table we picked out.”

“It would.” The redhead agreed to her wife before smiling at Bucky. “Thanks for the help, we really appreciate it.”

The blonde nodded before turning to smile at you. “You got yourself a very knowledgable baby daddy there. He’s a keeper.”

Bucky smirked proudly as he turned back at you, watching you come over to embrace his arm and look back at the two women. You didn’t correct the first statement and you didn’t even question why as you answered. “He really is a keeper.”

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After buying a new dresser the two of you had decided to get lunch together and take a walk around the park afterwards. Your hand was in his as you walked down the walkways, passing by the other people in the park until you heard something that made you stop dead in your tracks. Someone was crying and it sounded like a child. Bucky seemed to have also heard it because he looked around for the source of it before his eyes stilled on a spot next to a large patch of shrubbery. You followed his gaze and found a young girl, no older than four years old sitting on the ground, legs drawn up to her chest and face buried in her arms as she hugged her knees. Before Bucky could react you were approaching her, calling out to her so you wouldn’t startle her as you came close.

“Are you alright?”

“I want my Daddy.” The girl sobbed brokenly but she looked up at you and only then could you see the bloody scrapes on her knees. “I-- I saw a kitty and went after it and-- and I got lost and I fell and my knees hurt real bad!”

You felt concern and pity wash over you at seeing the girl so distraught and hearing that she was lost, so you knelt down next to her. “How about my friend and I help you find your way back to your family?”

“You would? But-- But I don’t know where to look and-- and my knees hurt.”

“Let me check to see if I got some bandaids in my purse.” You said softly and began rummaging through your purse as Bucky crouched down next to you. When you found your small first aid kit you held it up triumphantly. “Look at that, we can patch you up and find your family, alright?”

She was still crying but she let you put bandaids on her knees after spraying some wound disinfectant spray on them. The sting of the spray made her cry even harder but when Bucky let her hold his hand, she calmed down a little. You ignored how he was once more eyeing you as you helped the girl.

“You did so well. You were really brave.” You smiled at her before sitting back on your haunches and introducing yourself by name. “And what’s your name?”

“Penny.”

“It’s nice to meet you Penny.” Bucky said softly, smiling at her. “I’m Bucky.”

Penny wiped her eyes and when you got up, offering her a hand to help her stand she accepted it. Once on her feet, she kept her hand firmly in yours as you surveyed the area, hoping to find someone who looked like they were searching for her.

“What is the last thing you remember? Were you at a playground or a picnic area? Do you remember anything like that maybe?”

“We were at a fountain.” Penny mused, her index finger on her chin as she thought. “We were taking a break.”

Bucky looked back at you with a smile. “I know where they might be. There’s a big water fountain not far from here. We should start there.”

Penny looked up at you before pulling at your hand. “Can you carry me, pretty please? My knees really hurt.”

“Of course.” You smiled and bent down to pick her up, letting her wrap her arms around you as you set out with Bucky leading the way. “Let’s get you back to your Daddy.”

The three of you walked for about ten minutes, with Penny telling you all about her day and you listening intently, only interrupting her to ask questions to keep her talking. Bucky kept glancing back at you, a soft smile on his face. When you came to the fountain you were immediately greeted by a panicked-looking man that Penny quickly reached out to.

“You found her! Thank you so much!” He exclaimed as he took her into his arms and held her close. “I looked away for five seconds to talk to my wife and when I turned back Penny was gone.”

“I saw a kitty, Daddy.” Penny explained before pointing at her knees. “And I fell and hurt myself. But the nice couple helped me and gave me bandaids.”

“Again, thank you so much.” Her father said with a smile. “I hope you didn’t have to search for us for too long.”

“Not at all. Penny was really smart and told us you were at a fountain.” You explained, taking Bucky’s hand and nodding to him. “And Bucky knew where the fountain was so it was no trouble finding you.”

“But even if it had been, we wouldn’t have minded. There’s no need to thank us.” Bucky explained, squeezing your hand and smiling at the man. “We’ll be on our way then.”

“Have a good rest of your day. And again thank you.”

Penny smiled at the two of you, waving from her father’s arms. “Bye-bye!”

You two waved back at her, said your goodbyes and then left to head back to the car. On the way, your hand migrated from Bucky’s hand to hold onto his biceps. Your head leaned against his shoulder and he turned his head to look at you with a small smile.

“You would be a great mother.”

The longing was back and by now you knew exactly what it meant. And you wondered if he felt the same, given how many references to having children he’d made during the past few days, from speaking about it to Natasha to asking about potential nursery themes with you to flat-out telling you you would be a great mother. The glances he kept sending your way whenever either of you interacted with a child or talked about anything that had to do with child-rearing made you question if he was doing all this on purpose.

“You think so?”

“Definitely.” He said and then looked back ahead, a gentle smile spreading across his features. “I cannot wait to have a family with you one day.”

You decided to keep the fact that there was a slim chance that day might come sooner rather than later to yourself for the time being, opting to wait a few more days. Yet, you suspected that you wouldn’t even have to tell him about your worries because by now you were sure that he’d heard all you had said to Natasha. It seemed that Bucky was trying to show you that he’d be ready to raise a child with you. And you were surprised at how happy you were about that slim chance that you might have been pregnant.

“I can’t wait, either.”

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“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been doing.”

Bucky looked up from where he was putting away the dishes, giving you a confused look. You just leaned against the counter next to him, giving him a warm and thankful smile because now you not only knew what he had been doing but you also had an inkling as to why he’d been doing it.

“What do you mean, Doll?”

“Showing me how good you are with kids, how well prepared you would be for raising a child, talking about how much you want to have a child with me, telling me that I’d be a great mother and always making sure I saw how good you were at everything to do with childcare.” You explained softly, reaching out to take his hand into yours. “Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for?”

“You overheard me talking to Natasha two days ago, didn’t you?”

“How you talked to her about your period being late?” He asked and when you nodded, so did he. “Yes, I overheard it before I came outside.”

“And I assume you thought it meant I might be pregnant.” When he nodded, you gave him a soft smile. “Did you do all of that to show me that you’d be ready to raise a child with me should I be pregnant?”

Bucky nodded and turned to face you fully now, moving so he could take both your hands into his. “I want you to know that should you ever have the suspicion that you’re pregnant you can talk to me and that I’d be willing to step up to be a father in an instant.”

“I love you so much, Bucky.” You said and pressed a small kiss to his cheek before drawing back again. “But we won’t need to worry about that for now. I got my period just after I got out of the shower, so I’m definitely not pregnant.”

Saying it out loud made you feel almost sad or disappointed but you tried your best to overplay these feelings. But Bucky was a very observant person, especially when it came to your emotions, and the frown on his face showed that he’d realised that you weren’t all too happy at the moment.

“Are you happy about it?”

“It would have definitely been a big change and a very sudden, unplanned one at that.”

“That’s not what I asked, Sweetheart. Are you happy about it?”

You swallowed at his question and shook your head. “Not completely, no. I’m obviously happy that nothing unplanned has happened because I know that it-- it would have been a big and sudden change. But these past few days I’ve seen how prepared you truly are for a child and how good you are with children and-- and you got called my baby daddy and you kept talking about how much you were looking forward to us having children. I really started liking the idea of having a child with you, James.”

“Come here, Sweetheart.” Bucky whispered as he heard the sadness in your voice and immediately drew you into a tight embrace. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” You protested through the tears in your voice but you held on to him nonetheless. “I just got so-- so excited about possibly being pregnant but I knew from the start that it was likely not the reason why my period was late.”

“Yes, I heard you talk to Natasha about that, too.”

“But that doesn’t change the fact that I felt so excited, so happy and so ready for it.”

Bucky gently drew back from you, mustering your face for a few seconds before he spoke up again. “You feel ready to have a baby?”

“Yes.” You nodded after a small pause before you looked up at him again. “But if you’re not ready then please don’t feel forced to do anything you don’t want to just to make me happy. I can wait, I promise.”

“Doll, what about the things I did and said in the last days makes you think I’m not also more than ready to have a child with you?”

“You want to try for a child?”

“I think we should try for a baby if we’re both ready.”

“I like that idea.”

You squeaked in surprise when Bucky all but hoisted you onto the counter behind you, capturing your lips in a kiss as he got between your legs to get closer to your body. The kiss deepened as he tipped you back and pulled you closer, and when he pulled back you gave him a breathless laugh.

“For the record, I didn’t ask you to impregnate me right this instant.”

“Then I think some signals got mixed there.” Bucky chuckled and pressed a kiss to your head. “But if we’re going to try, what’s stopping us from starting now?”

“For one, I’m on my period right now.”

Bucky leaned over to gently kiss your jaw. “If you’re uncomfortable with sleeping with me right now then obviously we’re not going to and I respect that. But if you’re worried that I’ll be uncomfortable, let me just tell you that a little blood doesn’t scare me.”

“I think we can wait a few more days to start trying.” You chuckled softly, running your hand up and down his neck. “There’s no need to be in such a hurry.”

“Of course, Doll. Whatever you want.” Bucky said and drew back to give you a warm smile. “I guess I’m simply excited to start a family with you.”

“I am excited to start a family with you, too.”

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imtryingbuck · 7 months

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Clingy

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky overhears his girlfriend calling him clingy

Word count: 1243

Warnings: sad Bucky and swearing

A/N: whilst editing this I realised that Alpines a girl but just for the sake of this story we’re going to pretend she’s a boy🙃

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Bucky had a massive smile planted on his face as he left the bedroom he shares with his girlfriend and cat; he was so proud of himself for finally mastering online shopping - he just ordered a huge cat tree for Alpine. To others it wouldn’t have been important but for him it was an accomplishment he was excited to share with his girl.

With a little bounce in his step, he was about to turn the corner to where the common room was when he comes to a stop.

“-I’m telling you Nat it’s annoying” he smiles at the voice that has soothed him to sleep more times than one “he’s so clingy, always wanting to lay on me, always following me around, trying to kiss me whilst I’m eating! It’s like he always needs to be touching me at every given moment, God he’s so needy” his heart breaks not only at the words but at how frustrated she sounds. He really didn’t mean to be clingy and needy, there was no doubt in his or anyone’s minds that he was in love with her, everyone always mocked about how he was her shadow, but he didn’t care. Being her shadow was his way of showing her that he loves her and that he was always going to be there, that no one was ever going to hurt her.

Not having the heart to hear the rest he turns around and walk back to their shared room, determination running through his veins he was going to change. He didn’t want to lose her. The last thing he hears is Natasha laughing.

“Y/N he’s a cat! He loves you” Natasha chuckles.

“Yeah but still… it’s annoying. Because the worst part is that he only does it when Bucky isn’t there” Nat tries really hard not to laugh at the pout on the other woman’s face. It doesn’t take long for both burst out laughing.

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Throughout the week Y/n notices something wrong with Bucky, it wasn’t normal for him to be out of bed before her - not anymore at least - he didn’t want to cuddle up with her anymore, the kisses were quick. It was hurting her; she was missing him even though he was close by. It wasn’t just her that noticed Bucky’s strange behaviour.

“What’s going on with you and Mr grumpy pants?” Sam asks as he hands her a fresh cup of tea.

“I don’t know Sammy, he’s been distant this past week and I don’t know what I’ve done”

“Have you guys argued?”

“No” taking careful sips of the hot beverage “the last time we argued was when I took that bullet for him and that was like what three months ago? We only argued for about an hour before we made up.”

“Wait… seriously that was the last time you argued?”

“Yep, we don’t argue about anything. Yes, we have disagreements about everything and anything, but it never leads to us fighting. But we also come to a mutual agreement on whatever we’re disagreeing with.”

“Okay okay” he puts on his concentration face on as she always puts it “have you took any bullets for him recently?” chuckling when he receives a deadpan look.

“No Sam I haven’t taken any bullets for him recently” rolling her eyes as she sets the now empty cup down “I honestly don’t know what I’ve done, I miss him.”

Standing up and placing a kiss to her temple “Go and talk to him, it’s breaking my heart seeing you both sad and mopey.”

“I will, thanks Falc”

Instead of going to find Bucky she grabbed her coat and bag and headed down to the garage, once she was inside her car she drove to the store.

The bed was covered in all different kind of snacks and drinks, her plan was to sit him down and talk then they’ll spend the rest of the night in bed watching movies and filling their faces. Making her way out of the room she went to track down her boyfriend - finding him in the gym.

“Hi bubba, can you finish up here and come with me” instantly not liking how her voice sounds.

“Um okay just give me a minute.”

“Of course.”

“Im done, where we going.?” Bucky’s right hand twitches to reach out to hold hers but all he does is shoves it in his pocket.

“Back to our room. We need to talk Buck”

He was prepared to drop to his knees and beg for her not to break up with him, promises on the tip of his tongue that he’d change and be better. Before he could utter a word, they had arrived at their room. The door was closed softly behind them whilst his head was bowed downwards finding his shoes more interesting.

“Buck I don’t know what I’ve done wrong but I’m sorry I don-“

“I heard you”

“What?”

“I heard you talking to Nat about me being clingy and needy and annoying and I’m trying baby really I am. I gave you space, Im keeping distant because I love you and I don’t want you to break up with me an-“

“Bucky breath! Here sit down, focus on your breathing bubba” Moving him to sit on the sofa that was in their room, she knelt down in front of him going through his breathing exercises.

It took nearly 10 minutes for him to get his breathing under control, leaving him feeling more ashamed as always after he had a panic attack “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” he manages to rasp out.

“I’ll tell you what I always tell you when you have panic attacks - don’t apologise. It’s okay bubba I promise, I’ve got you” taking his hands into hers so rubs her thumbs over his flesh and metal knuckles “I wasn’t talking about you that day Buck, I was talking about Alpine. He followed me and Nat into the common room and Nat made a comment, I was talking about how he only wants me when you’re not around. Oh bubba you actually thought I was talking about you?” Taking one of her hands from his she wipes the stray tear that rolls down his cheek as he nods “Bucky I love it when you’re all over me, I love knowing that I’m never alone because your always there. I have never once thought you was clingy not once! I love you Buck and I love the attention you give me and affection you show me. Please bubba understand that”

“I love you too” bringing up her hand in his metal one “I’m sorry for overreacting baby I should of spoken to you”

“Give me a kiss and all is forgiven” she grins cheekily.

He pulls her on to his lap and kisses her, both sighs contentedly as they share their first kiss in a week little pants of air leaves their lips once they detach from one another.

“I brought snacks and drinks so how about me and you get into bed watch movies, eat, cuddle and maybe some other activities?” She says with a suggestive tone with one eyebrow raised.

Bucky chuckles when a squeal interrupts him standing up.

The third film has finished, not like they were watching - to busy doing other activities - they lay tangled with one another.

“I brought Alpine a new cat tree off the Amazon.”

~ banners credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

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irelandking · 9 months

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avenger/agent reader fic recs

bucky barnes x reader

❤️ = fluff 😔 = angst 🔥 = smut

one shots:

devotion - @avecra

When a mission with Sam goes wrong, and you’re left bruised and battered, Bucky is there to piece you back together. ❤️😔

teach me - @buckyalpine

bucky x inexperienced reader, Prompt: 7. Sleep princess, you need it 🔥

lessons in love - @violentdelightsandviolentends

Bucky didn't believe in love at first sight. Then he met you. ❤️

the last first kiss - @witchywithwhiskey

you and bucky barnes have gotten close while on a month-long SHIELD mission together, but when natasha romanoff starts asking bucky about his relationship with you, you overhear something that makes you think your feelings are entirely one-sided. ❤️😔

scary movie - @moonbeambucky

The Avengers spend their night off watching a scary movie. ❤️

fallin' for you - @moonbeambucky

The Avengers spend their day off at a farm near the compound where the leafs aren’t the only things that have fallen ❤️😔

lucky - @moonbeambucky

Bucky Barnes was not a lucky man but after meeting you will his luck change? ❤️😔

eyes - @samingtonwilson

Bucky can’t make eye contact very much anymore even with the girl he loves because he’s scared of what he’ll see, or really of what he might not see. (prompt “Please just look at me while I confess, after that you can look anywhere you like, I swear.” is bolded in story) ❤️

mission report: laundry day - @buckysmischief

You and Bucky have been secretly dating for over a year, what will it finally take for the others to find out? ❤️

a wish for 100 - @viollettes

Midnight strikes, officially marking Bucky’s 100th birthday. You surprise the super-soldier with a small treat and a gift that has potential to change everything. ❤️

a thief in the night - @redgillan

A Buck imagine where you both have a secret affair at the tower and one time you’re over at his apartment and you spend another night together. After you cuddle afterwards, you get up to leave but Bucky grabs you and pulls you back into him, begging you to stay cause he dont want it to be a secret anymore. You stay and get official then :) Also with a smutty part hihi :) Requested by Anonymous. ❤️🔥

always more of a hot chocolate person - @ijustreallylovezebras

At meetings with the rest of the Avengers tea and coffee is always offered around but the reader always says no ❤️

a bid on bucky - @samingtonwilson

You spend thousands of dollars at a bachelor auction for Bucky when you could’ve had him for free this entire time. ❤️

repairs - @samingtonwilson

In love with the robotics expert in charge of repairing his arm, Bucky’s explanations for malfunctions get more and more creative. - requested by @elaine-spades ❤️

get to know you - @notimetoblog

A Secret Santa gift exchange brings two unsuspecting Avengers closer. ❤️

the pain you feel - @meek-boy-rogers

Y/N can feel the pain Bucky is enduring, and vice versa. She feels the immense pain, he feels the soft touch of her fingers along his arm after particularly painful days. (Soulmate AU the two can feel pain, touches, etc.) ❤️😔

out the window - @meek-boy-rogers

Y/N is set on befriending Bucky Barnes. She is set on making him as comfortable as possible in the Avengers Tower. She wants him to trust more people. ❤️

why is she wearing my hoodie? - @writing-soldiers

Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, relishing in the idea that might be a win-win situation for both of you.. but what might that lead to? ❤️

this means war - @moonbeambucky

Pranking the Avengers was all fun and games but when Bucky snaps you wonder if you’ve gone too far. ❤️😔

a harmless crush - @omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts

Assigned to the Winter Soldier by S.H.I.E.L.D to help him to accommodate to society, staying in the Avenger’s tower, and occasionally doing paperwork for STARK industries, you’ve grown close to James Buchanan Barnes, developing a crush on him in the process. So when you, reluctantly, tag along to a baseball game with the Avengers, and the kiss cam lands on you and Bucky, things get interesting. ❤️

the date - @softlyspector

Bucky is a nervous wreck that asks the reader on a date. It goes differently and better than expected. Anxious!Bucky. ❤️

healing and healed - @softlyspector

Y/N is always healing Bucky, no matter how small the injury. Based on this ask. ❤️

music - @softlyspector

Bucky doesn’t really understand ‘modern’ music. The reader is there to help ❤️

tease - @beckzorz

A fake date with a Danish alien tech dealer. Bucky gets bored, and maybe a little jealous, while he’s waiting in the command truck outside. It’s all downhill from there. 🔥

you're teasing me - @the-bau-quinjet

Sam offers to help you when Bucky refuses to duet with you on karaoke night. ❤️

my name isn't - @the-bau-quinjet

You find out the guys (Bucky, Steve, and Sam) have a bet as to who can kiss you first, so you confront them at Tony’s team building karaoke night. ❤️

i can do more - @the-bau-quinjet

The team underestimates Y/N’s strength until one day when her powers save them all ❤️

distraction - @itsapeterthing

request: “bucky x reader where reader is really attracted to bucky’s fighting side while he’s defeating the bad guys?” ❤️😔

made to fit - @abovethesmokestacks

reader knits bucky a sweater ❤️

seven minutes in heaven - @lokidoki-imagines

There was no prompt for this one, but I just needed to write a bit of Bucky loving and this kinda just came out…Sorry not sorry for the straight up filth! Just remember to wrap it before you tap it kids 🔥

imagine being in a secret relationship with bucky - @yeahbutimagine

Combining @crayonbreaker ’s request with an other one I got. The prompts were n°32 (you know what’s the best part about not wearing makeup/ you can rub your eyes whenever you want) and the 2nd rq by @anahi0101 wanted a fluffy fic where the reader and Buck have been secretly dating and the team finds out. ❤️

drunk in love @bethdutten

you get a little drunk at one of tony’s celebratory after-mission parties. and bucky is there looking so fine and-- fuck it. you can’t keep your hands off him ❤️🔥😔

one of the guys - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

you play get down mr. president with the boys and get hurt ❤️😔

number one fan - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

you prank bucky by wearing falcon merch ❤️

keep warm - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

you and bucky after a mission in a safe house sharing a bed ❤️

drunk words are sober truths - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

bucky gets drunk off asgardian mead and confesses his feelings ❤️

concussed - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

“Hello! I’m an absolute wh0re for hurt/comfort and wanted to request if you could pleeeeaase write reader really sick with a concussion + soft caretaker Buck?” ❤️

be my sidekick - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

you and bucky go and see movies together and get together ❤️

how's your head? - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

you get harassed on the subway and bucky helps take care of you ❤️

seeing red - @buckysfaveplum

bucky can’t just sit and watch as a man makes you uncomfortable in a bar ❤️

more than safe - @witchywithwhiskey

when you're injured on a mission in sokovia, bucky barnes comes to help—and you share a soft moment together ❤️😔

make believe on christmas eve - @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

When your family insists you bring your [nonexistent] long-term boyfriend over for Christmas, you panic. You hadn’t expected to be put in this situation; you never thought you’d actually have to bring “him” over. ❤️

drive? - @softlyspector

Bucky asks the reader on a date to which she readily agrees. Or, Bucky’s attempt at a car make out. ❤️

i love you - @ugh-supersoldiers

‘I love you’ isn’t a phrase you expect to hear from Bucky Barnes anytime soon, so when those three daunting words slip from your lips on a romantic getaway around Christmastime, your certain he won’t respond well, but he proves you very wrong… ❤️🔥

trapped - @notyetneedcoffee

Reader is trapped on a mission with Bucky. Sex pollen story.🔥

#bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff

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ofstoriesandstardust · 1 year

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chapter 3.5 - what used to be (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: surprise!! this was not what anyone was expecting but young Bradley and Sunshine deserve their moment.

summary: The night that changed everything and what happened next.

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | flight risk masterlist | chapter 3 - heartache and heartbreak | chapter 4 - past mistakes

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warnings: alcohol, antibiotics, swearing, insecurities, wisdom tooth infections, mention of wisdom tooth removal, Sunshine is having a “this is me trying” moment, so basically bradley’s always been in love with her and he’s just stupid

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Stumbling out of the house, you ignore the bite of the chilly October air. You pull yourself down to sit on the top step of the stars, blinking back the tears stinging your eyes. The house behind you echoes with music and chatter, the night ringing with laughter. Sighing, you rub your hands together, bitterly wishing you’d brought your jacket. You wince, feeling your jaw protest as you clench it again, trying to keep the tears from hitting you. You immediately let it go, trying to take a deep breath to calm your fried nerves.

You really should just cut your losses and go home.

Taking a shaky breath, you mean to stand up, to head out to your car and get out of there when you hear the unmistakable noise of the piano begin.

You weren’t even really sure how Tommy and his girlfriend (Ellie? Ella? Elle? Eden?) had wound up with a piano, something about one of their parents gifting it to them, but there was Bradley’s voice, clear against the night, the drunken laughter and shouting your friends following his tune.

You could maybe place the song from the ‘80′s (or was it the ‘90′s?) but the cheeriness did little to alleviate what you were feeling. Distantly, the music began to feel muted as you pulled your knees up against your chest, your head falling on to them.

The first tear escapes, and then the second, trailing down your cheeks in a path of salty warmth. It’s only a few moments later that the first sob escapes you and your shoulders heave as you try to keep it quiet. The last thing you needed was for someone to overhear and come out to the porch.

Like that would happen; they hadn’t even noticed you were gone.

The house erupts in cheers, a chant following Bradley’s dramatic finish to his song, making you choke on yet another sob.

How could a kid who wasn’t even really part of this group, didn’t even live here anymore, waltz in and charm everyone in the room?

Suddenly you felt inadequate, second-guessing your place with these people, if they had really been your friends in the first place. You wouldn’t blame them for wanting him here over you, the charming kid with the dazzling smile and the piano skills and insane intelligence you could only ever hope to match. With dreams and aspirations as wide as the whole world, yours felt small standing next to him.

Maybe you’d been too much the first few times you’d met him, dying for the chance to hang out with the kid who seemed to let his burdens weigh heavy on his soul but still had an infectious laughter. But you’d toned down the looking at him with stars in your eyes, had been toning it down for the last year.

Still, you shouldn’t have come tonight. You hadn’t even known he’d be in town, would be here, had thought that a small get together with these people you hadn’t seen in months, would cure your soul of the wearing loneliness and the pain of the physical ailments plaguing you at the moment. You hadn’t expected to walk in, hear his laughter, see him regaling them with a story from his time at basic. It should’ve been your sign to walk away before things could worse.

It was difficult to put up the usual sunny front you led with, and he had frowned only a few moments after seeing you, sans usual smile and happy-go-lucky personality that had for so long defined you as a person.

It had seemed like he hadn’t even wanted you there, tossing glances your way every couple of minutes as you sat back and watched your friends get drunker, taking a place at the sidelines for the night. It was all you could muster but the continuous sidelong glances from him stung. You thought the two of you had long moved past those, it turns out you were wrong.

The door opened you behind you and your head shot up as you sniffled. There were a few footsteps that paused behind you. You glanced up to see the last person you’d wanted to at that moment. Your cheeks went red as you sniffed again, reaching up to wipe away some of the tears from your face. They were mostly dry at this point, making the movement kind of useless.

“Ducking out early?” You ask, throat scratchy from crying and you wince at it. He raises an eyebrow at you and avoids the question.

“You shouldn’t be out here without a jacket. it’s like 40 out, you’ll freeze.” You shrug.

“Forgot it.”

He sighs, shifting and you watch him take his jacket off, placing it over your shoulders. You protest but he waves you off, settling down next you on the step. “You okay?” He asks, looking at you carefully with something you could almost mistake for concern.��

You wouldn’t make that mistake though, because you know he doesn’t see you like that. Not even as a friend.

“You don’t have to do the noble thing and stay just because of I’m crying.”

“It’s not doing the noble thing, it’s doing the right thing. We’re friends.”

You look at him. “We’re friends?”

He scoffs. “Of course we’re friends.”

You swallow, looking away from him as blood rushes to your cheeks. “Didn’t think you thought of me like that.”

He rolls his eyes, shifting to lean on the back of his hands. “C’mon, out with it Sunshine, what’s up?”

You sigh, wrapping the jacket around you tighter. “I don’t- It’s nothing.”

He eyes you for a long, quiet moment. “It’s not nothing. C’mon, you can talk to me.”

You groan, reaching up to rub your temple. “It’s stupid.” You mumble, wondering how you were going to explain to him that you were crying because you were overwhelmed.

“It’s not stupid.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Fine, if you don’t want to talk about it, I won't push. How’s senior year?”

“Shit.” You grumble, before you can stop yourself.

“Yeah?”

“Capstone is kicking my ass, I work like 30 hours a week, it’s just all-” You stop, feeling the tears climb up your throat again. “It’s all just shit.”

“Not going how you wanted it to, huh?”

“Not in the slightest.”

He waits for you to say more, but when you don’t, he sighs, shifting to lean on his knees. “Hey, is your jaw okay? You’ve been holding your face anytime you eat or drink anything tonight.”

You huff out a laugh, embarrassed he’d caught on to that. “Oh, you saw that? Yeah, I have what I’m pretty sure is a wisdom tooth infection.”

“You still have those suckers? I got mine out when I was like 15. Think my godfather still has the video of me knocked on my ass by the drugs, just spewing pure nonsense.” He says, chucking and you laugh alongside him.

“Yeah, they needed to come out years ago but this is what happens when you have bitterly divorced parents who can’t agree on which child should get what little money they have.”

“So, are you getting them out now?”

“Yeah, I’ll probably have to. Have to go across town to get them looked at and hopefully get prescribed antibiotics.”

“Why the hell are you going across town? There’s one across the street from my old dorm building. And doesn’t UVA have a dental program they see students in?”

“Only place that accepts my parent’s shitty health insurance. And yeah, but they’ll only see you for routine cleanings and x-rays. This requires a real dentist who can prescribe me antibiotics. Trust me, I called because I can not afford the visit on Monday or the removal. Just add it to the list of things I’m in debt for and in pain over.”

“What do you mean?”

You glance at him, shaking your head. “I’ve got a host of health issues that’ve been going on for a while but I’m already in so much debt for school and my parent’s have shit healthcare and refuse to help me out. They told me I was on my own, so I just... ignore it. Can’t do anything else, really.”

“That can’t be healthy.”

“Probably not. But these are the joys of being poor.”

He shrugs, looking like he’s at a loss. “I can’t... can’t imagine what that was like. What that is like.” He sighs, rubbing his hands together. “I guess I can’t talk, growing up in a military family, where we had...” He trails off and you cock your head.

“Where we had what?” You prompt, confused as to where he had disappeared to. He startles.

“Let’s get married.”

There’s a long pause as you stare at him. “I take back every nice thing I’ve ever said about you Bradshaw because that is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.”

He smirks at you. “Talk about me when I’m not around, eh?”

You push his head down as he laughs in your attempt to hide the blush fighting it’s way up your neck. “Shut up.” You mumble, which only makes him laugh harder. Watching his shoulders shake with laughter, you can’t help the small laugh that escapes you, the smile splitting across your face. “Well, if that was your plan to get me to laugh and cheer up, mission accomplished.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “No- I mean, I’m glad it did, but no that wasn’t the goal. I’m serious.”

“You’ve lost your mind Bradshaw. Left it back at basic somewhere.”

He nudges your shoulder. “C’mon, think about it. Military spouses get crazy good health benefits. It’d be enough to help you get some of those things looked at, get your wisdom teeth removed. There’s, like, tax breaks and stuff. Could maybe help with the student loan debt.”

You nod slowly. “Okay... there’s just one small problem. We’re not in love.” The words feel bitter on your tongue as you try to play it off, ignoring the twist in your heart.

He shrugs. “The Navy doesn’t need to know that.”

“And what are we gonna do about those fuckers in there?” You say, nodding your head to the front door behind you.

“We’ll tell them that we’ve been madly in love for months and have decided to elope as soon as possible.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, they’ll buy that.”

“You got a better idea?”

Ignoring the question, you decide to throw a different one back at him. “What are we going to tell our parents?”

He shifts uncomfortably. “The only set of parents we’ll have to worry about are yours.”

You eye him as he now refuses to meet your gaze. “Bradley-”

“Let me do this for you Sunshine. Let me help.”

You sigh, standing up from the step. “We’ll talk in the morning when you’re sober Bradshaw.”

You chuck the jacket at him as you walk across the lawn towards your car. “I am sober Sunshine!”

You pause as you reach the street, a ghost of a smile on your face. “See you in the morning Bradshaw.”

He smiles back at you. “Goodnight Sunshine.”

You reach out to ring the doorbell, feeling Bradley’s warm hand press against the small of your back, even through your coat. Your heart flutters at the movement as the front door swings open.

“Eli!” You shout, greeted by the face of Bradley’s best friend. His grin is wide as he steps out on to the porch to give you a hug. He pulls you tight as Eli’s sister appears over his shoulder, stepping out to give Bradley a hug. He lets you go and the two of you switch, you going to Eli’s sister and him to Bradley. They usher the two of you in the house as you look around. You hadn’t been here since Eli moved.

“I gotta admit that when Bradley called me, I wasn’t expecting this news.” Eli says, shutting the door behind him. Bradley steps behind you, putting his hands on your shoulder.

“What can I say Eli, the perfect girl was in front of me all along.” Eli’s sister coos as you feel your cheeks warm, glancing up at Bradley. He smiles down at you as Eli shakes his head, chuckling.

“Cheesy you’ve always been Bradshaw. C’mon, everyone’s in the kitchen.” He leads you through the hallway, Bradley’s hands not leaving your shoulders. You appear in the kitchen, a cheer going up at the sight of the two of you. You laugh, being pulled into a hug by your friend Bailey.

“Okay, the two of you. We’re starting this night off right by doing shots.” You laugh as Bailey lets you go, Tommy pouring two tequila shots and handing them to you both.

Bradley glances at you. “You’re done with your antibiotics right?” You nod.

“Took my last dose yesterday morning, why?”

“You’re not supposed to drink on antibiotics.” He says, tossing back the liquid and you mirror his movement, face going red again, not just from the warmth of the alcohol. You groan, making a face as you wipe your mouth.

“Fucking hate tequila.”

Eli laughs. “Well, you’re gonna have to get used to it, because the goal of tonight is to get the two of you trashed. Only proper way to celebrate the two of you getting married.”

Tommy’s girlfriend (Ella is her name, you’ve confirmed) laughs as Eli bustles off to pull more alcohol from the fridge. “How was that process, by the way?”

Bradley shrugs. “Surprisingly simple. You just need valid ID and forms of payment. Can do the marriage license and court paperwork all in the same day, so long as you’re there before closing.” She nods as Bailey slides you a can of beer from the fridge.

“Always baffles me that states vary so widely in their marriage and divorce laws.”

You nod as you laugh, raising your drink in acknowledgment and agreement of her statement. “Can confirm, family court in my home state is hell. I think my parents are still fighting.”

“Still?” Bailey asks, eyes going wide.

Eli moves in between the conversation, setting more shot glasses on the counter. “Okay, okay, that’s enough legal talk. You two have not had nearly enough alcohol. Shut up and take another shot.”

He shuts the backdoor behind him quietly as the Star Wars debate (yes Eli, Revenge of the Sith is the best and yes it does have everything to do with how hot Hayden Christensen is, Sunshine had argued) dissolves into drunken laughter, Sunshine’s giggles making him smile as he glances back at her. She’s got her head on Bailey’s shoulder, still laughing, as the group re-focuses on the Mario Kart game that had long since been abandoned. Taking a sip from his beer bottle, he steps further away from the glass door, looking out at the night sky.

He sighs, thinking about the red eye he has to catch tomorrow night back to his base. He’s going back with absolutely unexpected news, and he wonders how long it will take for the news to get back to Uncle Ice. To Maverick, because he’s no fool to think that the man doesn't have some kind of tabs on him. Slider might even find out, if Ice cares enough to tell him.

He wonders if his parents would be disappointed in him, taking advantage of the Navy like this. He wonders if his Dad would angry for breaking this rule, this law, even when he knows in his heart he’s doing the right thing.

He’s never seen you so happy, so carefree, so much like a weight has been lifted, and that’s saying something, knowing exactly how you earned your nickname as Sunshine.

The door clicks shut behind him and he turns to see you, walking towards him. He smiles at you as you pull your jacket on, two Diet Cokes in hand.

“I don’t know how you can drink that crap, worse than the alcohol Eli was feeding us earlier.” You roll your eyes, handing him the drink as the two of you sit down at the picnic table in Eli’s rather nice backyard.

“Eli’s done well for himself since graduating it seems.” You comment, sticking your hands in your pockets. He nods, popping up the can of soda, a nice change of pace to the alcohol the two of you had been drinking all night.

“Yeah, I agree. Kinda wish he’d send some of that my way.”

You scoff, giving him an incredulous look. “You’ve done amazing for yourself since graduating Bradley, don’t give me that shit.”

He shrugs, shifting in the chair. “You think? I don’t know-”

“Bradley, you have dreams so big I don’t think the world is ready for them. Think it’s why you’re chasing them up in the sky, not enough room on the ground for all of them.”

He huffs out a laugh at that. “Thank you.” He says quietly, taking another sip of his drink, feeling his chest tighten at the words.

“I hope you get every single one of them.”

He glances at you, taking in your rosy cheeks, the lopsided grin on your face. Still, he returns the smile. “You’re drunk.”

You let out a little laugh. “Maybe just a little.” There’s a pause as he looks at you, watching the way the moonlight dances across your skin. You look back up at him. “What?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing, just thinking about how much I’m gonna have to call you every week to make this believable.”

“Every day, Bradshaw. I expect a call every day.”

He laughs outright at the drunken comment and you laugh alongside him. “Well, guess I’ll have to stay alive long enough to be back here for my wife’s graduation huh?”

You point a finger at him as you take another sip of your drink. “You’d better Bradshaw. Gonna have to introduce you to my parents.”

“Oh, so not looking forward to that.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “”M gonna miss you Bradley.”

He smiles softly at you, resisting the urge to reach out and move the hair that’s fallen in front of your face. You’re currently trying to blow it out of your face and it’s very much not working.

“Gonna miss you too Sunshine.”

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chemistryread · 1 year

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she is both hellfire and holy water

- part IV

I choose to love you in silence, for in silence I find no rejection, I choose to love you in loneliness, for in loneliness no one owns you but me, I choose to adore you from a distance, for distance will shield me from pain.

jake seresin

callsign: scorcher

part III

part V

disclaimers/tags: female!aviator!reader. jake is a tired loverboy. slowburn and angst.

a/n: this chapter was hard to put together tbh, alternating between jake and scorch, but i hope it's good enough. the pace picks up from here, i promise. i'm also teasing a few things that will get explained later. another gentle reminder i don't know how navy rankings and inner-workings go. thank you so much for all the attention, the first part hit 1k notes and that's a first for me, so i'm really happy <3 anyways, enjoy :)

tagging: @thedroneranger @shanimallina87 @peakascum @cherrycola27 @iwantmyredvelvetcupcake @untoldshortsofthefandoms @thecraziestcrayon @lovingperfectionsblog

Bradshaw found another way to make his life harder.

What the hell did he tell you last night?

You were late for training. Sat in the back, next to Fritz. Stayed mostly quiet in the comms. When Maverick asked why you didn't take the killshot, you replied that you got distracted. Curt, annoyance drenching your words. Definitely uncharacteristic for the two of you.

At lunch, he asks everyone if they've seen you. Turns out you went off-base, supposed to go with Bob and Trace but they were ahead of everyone else in the programme so Cyclone wanted a word with the duo.

There's no reason for him to worry about you going alone. You must have done it many times before. But he's agonizing over not having heard a single thing from you all day, not directed to him.

He doesn't want to overstep, either. For all he knows, this sudden silence has nothing to do with him. So he spends as much of his free time at the gym, pushing to the point of failure to have something else to think about.

When he gets to The Hard Deck, you're already there. In your moss green dickies and a tight top, looking unbothered. He wonders if you put effort into looking so effortlessly pretty.

Javy is back too, holding the darts as he shoots.

Bradley is playing the piano, and you're sitting next to him. Watching with a pleased smile on your face, shoulders dancing to the song. To be fair, most of the squad are doing the same, but he doesn't look at them.

"Dude, if you don't want me to ask you should hide it better."

He calls out, handing another dart for him to prick right into the red circle.

"Nothing to hide, Coyote, absolutely nothing."

Voice leveled, cool-headed.

"If you say so." Another dart flies too close to his friend's nose. "Oh, and, uhm, you should definitely not look now."

With that, Jake turns mid throw and finds a now standing Bradley turning a shot glass, with his arm around your shoulders. Hands intertwined as you drink with him.

Throws. Dead center again.

"C'mon, let's go over there."

Javy laughs. At him, he knows.

Phoenix bugs her eyes out, licking her lips, ready to lunge. "Look who decided to join us. Tired of playing with yourself?"

"Not as much as you must be. Drought's still pretty bad, huh?"

She's unclenching her jaw to respond, but you surprise everyone first. "Would that make him a mirage?"

They follow your gaze to a young man, a civillian, shamelessly checking Trace out.

The dark-haired woman leans to whisper in your ear, and Rooster fails in his attempt to discreetly overhear, annoyed face being shoved back by your hand.

He backs up to give you privacy, but you keep him close with fingers still laced together. Hangman takes a long sip, noticing the angry unsteadiness of his hold on the bottle. You catch the way his hand trembles, sending a questioning look his way, but he ignores it.

Nodding along, eventually, you push Natasha in the direction of the guy, saying only "Please. Have fun."

You finally let go of Rooster's hand - Jake perks up, hoping you might finally acknowledge him, and ends up letting beer trickle down the corner of his lips - standing up and announcing you're going to get another round. Leaving him looking silly, eyes still tracking your body as you walk away from him again, back of his hand clumsily wiping at his chin.

From afar, he watches you slump on the stool. You look upset, running your hands through your hair and smiling weakly at Penny. Maverick is on your side, a mischievous energy about him.

The trouble you're in is truly indescribable.

Seeing Maverick finally join the squad at the Hard Deck, you run to him and Penny, probably ruining their night if you're honest.

If you could have a superpower, you would chose being able to keep your feelings to yourself. It kills you to overshare, regretting it every time.

But these two love a gossip, completely enthralled by your current problem and encouraging you to open up with booze.

"You guys are enablers, that's what you are."

Pete laughs, his smile jovial and cheeky. Not too different from his girlfriend's. Made to be, truly. It makes you thoroughly envious.

The woman was the first one to put everything together, on your first round back at Fightertown. She was nice enough not to tell Mav until he got to the same conclusion on his own. When he did, however, they had cornered you separately a handful of times in the span of a week, testing and comparing the answers you gave them until you finally confessed.

Lieutenant Seresin makes you feel a certain special way. And you hate it, so much.

Mav is a friend your academy days, when he was called to supervise the testing of a new aircraft. You were handpicked to be one of the reserve pilots, which had meant you might get a chance to take it for a test drive too. (You did.) It was only for a week, but you grew particularly close, bonding over losing a backseater.

When you were called back to Top Gun for the uranium mission, you quickly put together that the Hard Deck's owner and your old friend had history. Possibly lending a helping hand to their happy ending.

This is karma, then. You meddled with their situation, and now they feel comfortable enough to do the same with you.

The difference is, there's no history. Jake doesn't even know.

All those months ago, getting comfortable with the squad, you liked everyone. Apparently he didn't realize, but you liked him too. Despite everyone's fairly placed mistrust of Hangman, something nagged at your heartstrings.

It doesn't happen often. You're not one to feel strongly about someone you don't even know either way. So this continuous faith in him, it had to mean something, even if you don't truly understand it.

His imposing attitude, his ego, those are not palatable, to be exact. But are they surprising, for a Navy pilot?

Looking past that, you saw an ambitious, gutsy man. Accomplished and confident. Benevolent, tenderhearted. (Some would not agree with the last, but you know. Or you think you do, anyway.)

None of those traits are frowned upon. Even the ones that get people to roll their eyes at first glance, they make sense once you see the rest of him. It's just one side, that settles in perfectly with the others. Completes him in a fascinating fashion.

He's interesting.

But you understand meeting Hangman and writing him off as one more self-absorbed dickhead who won't improve your life. Can do without. And you wish that's how you saw him as well.

However, your conscience furiously screamed at you to be smarter than the others. Don't pass on this great person just yet, because you were too busy following everyone else. Some of the best are not usually what they seem.

Once your brain captures the potential of a special someone, your heart doesn't hesitate to follow. Again, rarely happens. But when it does, it's all-encompassing. (And scary.)

That persistence to dig deeper, obssess over believing in him, for no apparent good reason, it'll take you to an early grave.

Your eyes would track him around the bar and you'd go quiet, wondering if you're imagining or hoping for things that aren't really there. Spiraling into an isolating back and forth with yourself.

That's when Penny took notice of your unique treatment of Seresin.

Smart woman, she read you for filth. You act indifferent because you're terrified he might see you care for him. More than you do the others. If he finds out, you might have to explain to him something you can't even explain to yourself. If he has no idea, you never have to deal with it.

You're not good with this. Emotional connection, hope, asking, rejection.

As much as you are curious, and you wish you could see it through, you're too afraid it will only drag you down.

There's also the stomach-turning consideration that he likely doesn't even think of you. Paying attention for nearly a year, you concluded he enjoys the company of bubbly and happy-go-lucky personalities. So do you, to be honest. Who doesn't?

You're a little more rough around the edges, too busy licking your wounds and guarding up from others to remember to let your hair down. You can joke as much as the next aviator, but you'd never be truly lightfooted.

It's like something haunts you everywhere you go. A fear of intimacy, to be completely forthcoming. You do your best to hide it, offering a friendly face to most, but it wouldn't surprise you if people called you distant.

"What I don't understand is why you're running away from this. You said it's been a great time! Are you this scared of loving someone?"

"Whoah, hold your horses, woman! 'Love'? Who said anything about that?"

The two look at each other with knowing smiles. Hot anger brews inside, bothered when people try to tell you how you feel. Even if you are being stubborn and purposefully deceiving yourself.

"You know what I mean. Maybe you don't love him yet, but you're so scared you might one day get there and not know what to do with it, so you deny, deny, deny. It's ridiculous."

"Yeah, it is ridiculous."

You joke, clearly trying to shoot down her assessment of you, but you don't sound too sure.

"Didn't you come over to us, asking for help with your troubles?"

It's Maverick's turn at the end of your glare.

"Correct. To help murder whatever it is that's growing inside of me." They shake their heads. "Hey, you guys are speaking as if you're so sure he feels the same, when you have absolutely no reason to believe as much. For all we know, he tolerates me at best. Maybe not even that. If this becomes something real, what happens when I screw up or he realizes I'm not that great? What then? Going through all of that for nothing, you're encouraging me to get heartbroken. It's sadistic!"

These last few weeks, letting him in, they were a mistake. You should have know better.

Jake's sweet. He listens, he looks at you, and when he does you memorize every speck of green in his eyes so you can dream about them later. It's maddening.

A mind of his own, you enjoy when he rambles. As you had considered before, the ego and the self-confidence are not fronts. He is like that, a little full of himself. And you like it so much. Every time he talks, he stands tall and puts his foot down. Velvety voice booming, confident cadence, claiming his right to be heard. Beautiful.

And you knew all of that, surprised only by the part where he hears back. Props you up to put your two cents in as well, and although you're much calmer in your approach, he drives you crazy with some points.

Rarely, in your entire life, have you enjoyed just talking to someone so much, for a person who prefers to only speak when you have a point to make.

It's not all serious, and you're thankful for that. He has always been clever with his remarks, and when you don't know how to reach out to people, you make them feel good by laughing with them. Whether he's being charitable or not, he laughs with you too.

It's a mutual shedding of walls. You wonder if he takes it as seriously as you do.

When you're together, all the other things surrounding you struggle severely to draw you away. All that matters is being in his presence, and wishing he enjoys being in yours.

That's why you're in trouble. This hasn't happened before. You've never…well, you've never been in love before. Or even close to it. And here's this pretty boy, with a lot of personality, giving you his full attention even after you were less than friendly with him. Insisting on breaking into your heart. No one has ever fought this hard for you before, with the exception of Maverick. It does feed hope into your heart, no matter how hard you push against it.

Penny pulls you away from your thoughts by squeezing your hand.

"And if it doesn't happen that way? What if he likes you more everyday he spends with you?" She looks to Pete, clear blue eyes softening, tight lips turning up. Another squeeze. "We know this doesn't happen to you, so it would be nice to see it develop."

"C'mon, Pen, you've seen thousands of Navy men pick up women here, including him. It would take someone special to pull him out of that comfortable life, and I'm not it."

"Stop talking about yourself that way! And I don't think Seresin is like that. You're right, I have seen thousands of men who don't give up that life even after they get married. He's not one of them. I know, like you knew he was worth believing in."

She holds your gaze, a lot less patient than Pete, and you can't stop the rolling of your eyes.

"It'll go away." You say it with stern determination, as if you had a magic spell prepared and all. Behind the bar, Penny huffs. "I don't want it. Throw it away. How do I do that, now?"

It's the older man's turn to laugh at your drunken words.

"Sweetheart, that's not how it works. I know you're not well-versed in feelings, but c'mon, you're smarter than this."

"Mav, I really, seriously, honestly don't want to fall for him."

Tears pool at your eyes, and you can see him jump a little at the sight. A lot of new things around here. Because of Jake. You kind of want to go punch him right now.

Your fingers run through your hair nervously, you're a mess.

"And what's your plan, then?" Penny asks, drying clean glasses to have an excuse to avoid the waiting patrons. "Because, this- Being friends without confronting your feelings first, I don't think that's going to work. You can't do that, honey, it's not healthy."

"I can't just stop talking to him now, can I?" Both shake their heads. You sigh. "I thought, maybe, knowing him better would force me to see that I was either wrong or overshooting, but all it did was fuel this hopeful feeling for more. In my heart, not my brain, that one is yelling at me to take three big steps back."

The three of you laugh together.

"You don't have to figure it out tonight, maybe you're right and it'll go away. In the meantime, don't overthink it."

Penny and you groan in synch.

"Don't worry so much, is that your advice?"

"Works for me."

You hum, considering. Pete Mitchell, one thing about him is that he does take control of his own life, for better or worse.

"Rooster disagrees."

Two pairs of eyes widen at you, but the man is the one who asks. "Bradley knows?"

"Not exactly. Last night, he pulled me away with a bullshit excuse to warn me that he thinks Hangman has ulterior motives, with me." You snort, taking a sip of your forgotten drink. "I yelled at him for thinking he has any right to be protective, and for making assumptions. Anyway, long story short, I lied and said there was nothing to worry about. I'm on top of it, and I can handle him if I have to."

"Huh, and he doesn't even know that what you want to be on top of and handle-"

"Penny!"

You shush her and Maverick shudders next to you.

"Please don't say that out loud, ever again."

"Sorry. Is that why he's all over you tonight? Like, more than usual."

"Uhm," You scan the bar to look for your friend but find Jake first, and he winks at you. You can't help but smile, bitterly amused by the absurdity of being brought to tears over a man who has absolutely no clue, while the same man inconsequentially flirts with you across the room. You look away, before you can start blushing.

"Did you mean that 'honey', the other day?"

Enraptured by your presence (after not hearing much from you all day), it seems Jake didn't notice everyone run to the pool table as soon as the group who was hogging it left, and he was alone with Rooster.

"First of all, it's none of your business what I call Scorcher-"

"I mean, can't even call her Scorch, that sort of speaks for itself, no?"

"Secondly. Why do you ask? Feeling threatened?"

He can't see the big hazel eyes behind the thick sunglasses he's wearing, but Bradley stands up straighter, taking his time to answer.

"Just don't do anything stupid. I'm watching you."

Instinctively, Jake puffs his chest and stands up nose-to-nose with his fellow aviator.

At the perfect moment, your gazes cross, finding each other across the bar. A bashful, flirty smirk grows over his lips and he winks. Cheesy and transparent, the same unbeatable confidence that irks Rooster whenever he pulls the girl they were both looking at first.

Much to his surprise, you grant him a genuine smile, the first one that is a positive unmediated response to his antics.

He imagines himself glowing in front of Bradshaw, energy renewed by your approval when the dirty-blonde was just talking his ear off. He comes out on top, again. Did you watch that, asshole?

A deep growl rises from the bottom of the man's throat, accepting defeat. Too intimately for his own taste, ungraceful hands drag him along to the rest of the group.

"Think so, yeah. Again, he thinks he needs to shelter me or something."

"Sounds like him."

Penny hums in agreement, with a sly smile on her lips. You don't even want to know.

"Makes you want to shake him by his stupidly broad shoulders and yell at him to relax."

"The day Rooster relaxes, I'll be able to fucking sleep at night."

Snorting at the uncommon instance of Mav swearing, you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

In a moment of quiet, you miss Phoenix. Maybe you should get her opinion on everything, she usually has her head on her shoulders about things. Then again, she's dealing with a lot on her own.

The Jake thing wasn't the only problem Rooster had last night. You would've broken the juicy news to your favorite couple, but it was not your secret to share.

You're gone for a while, but every time he looks, you're still with the couple, and it's clear that you're the one doing most of the talking. He hopes to get a chance to pull you aside later and ask what's going on. Cautiously, of course.

When you finally return, your speech is a little slurred and your cheeks are flushed. Hair loosened from all the times you ran your fingers through it.

It distracts him from Bob handing him the pool stick.

"Where's Tasha?"

"With mirage man."

"Still? He wasn't that good." Heads snap up to you, and Jake's eyes look away from the table, taking in your heedless state. "What? Friends share."

Rooster chokes on his beer and Fanboy inches closer, both men drowning you in questions.

Did you say something weird? You're a little too tipsy to care.

Just because you're not romantic doesn't mean you can't have fun. The Hard Deck was a special spot, constantly blessed by many handsome faces, and you weren't denying yourself everything, despite what Miss Pretty Penny might think. Then again, like you said, they were hardly ever that good and they certainly denied you actual pleasure, sometimes.

You warned Trace of that when she leaned into your ear to ask if you wouldn't mind her sneaking off with a guy you had been with before. That was your only qualm with it. But she could use the distraction, so you ultimately ushered her away with him.

A bit of regret spreads through your chest as you wish she was here now, helping ward off the curious naughty boys trying to interrogate you. Those who dine in silence, enjoy it the best, you tell them.

The next best contender comes to the rescue.

After a purposeful horrendous miss, he returns the stick to Floyd.

"Personal space, creeps. Don't be invasive." You take his hand before he can even ask. "Air?"

Your fingers don't lace with his, letting go as soon as you're outside, and he pretends not to notice or care. Drowning the knot in his throat with a sip of his warm beer, which he started neglecting when he noticed you were going a little over your limit, planning on keeping a watchful eye, take care of you if needed.

Instead, they pull at the hairband, finally letting all the strands fall down your shoulders, threading them impatiently. It's messy and unkempt. He enjoys getting a glimpse of the curls fully.

Your movements are automatic as your mind wanders off, eyes on the ocean but not really focusing.

Jake is not touchy. It's unexpected, boys like him - confident, good-looking, used to female attention - tend to be. But he's very respectful, keeps to himself. In the gym, the closest he gets to you is the tip of his fingers poking your side if you're doing something wrong, only doing more if you explicitly tell him you need help. It's brief, though, and sturdy. Helpful. You chuckle to yourself, thinking you like it when he helps you. You hate feeling incompetent, but if it meant Seresin would pick you up, well you might just trip over your own feet.

"How did you get drunk? It's so early."

His grin is tight and sincere, gorgeous.

The image of the couple flashes through your brain and you almost cuss them out.

"Penny and Mav! Who knew old friends could be so scheming."

"Why were they scheming?"

"To get me to talk."

"About?"

Jesus. When did you get so careless?

You turn with a glint in your eyes. Shaking a finger, hilariously, at him. "Nope. Not telling you, of all people."

"Had to try." No, you really didn't. His eyes sharpen. "What do you mean, 'of all people'?"

Damn him. Sober and clever. Would he let you punch him, if you asked? Maybe he'll give up if you distract him.

"Shut up, Seresin, look at the waves!"

Yeah, you're pretty gone.

"C'mon, talk to me, for once."

The light tone you had is replaced by a husky, exasperated one.

"What do you mean, 'for once'? I talk to you more than the entire squad! Maybe Phoenix, but it's pretty equal. Not like proportionate to the time we've been friends, but meaning. Does that make sense? I tell you more than I tell them."

At the same time, you want to bury your head in the sand to stop talking, and also shake him from his shoulders, ask him if he really doesn't see it.

So you cross your arms over the railing, bumping your forehead lightly as if it's going to bring you back to your senses and erase all the feelings you have for the man leaning so close. He's so close.

Something wicked twists inside him, feeling his lips dare to twist up.

Desperation oozes from him, yes, but he wants to know. Banking on your absent-mindedness and the fabricated tilt of teasing in his voice covering for him.

"C'mon, you don't need to lie to make me feel better. I would say if there's a top three, it would be Trace, Bradshaw and maybe, then, me. Right?"

Honestly, your ranking is more like Tasha, Floyd and Rooster. The order can alternate depending on the day.

His gaze is searing hot, sweat trickling down the back of your neck, nearly enchanting enough to convince you to give everything away.

How would he react to knowing you're just another girl captivated by him? The hooks of desire and curiosity and interest ripping you open tear by tear, with every smirk you catch on his face.

Looking into pretty little green orbs, you want to gently cradle his face (maybe butthead him first) and connect your lips as delicately as possible, dreaming about how it would feel when it picks up, moaning your admiration straight down his throat.

Fucking bastard, doesn't even know.

"Seresin, you're on a whole different ball park." Stretching your arms in front of you, holding onto the railing and leaning your head back, your heart is a lot more still than you expected in a moment like this. Maybe it finds relief in being put first, chosen over your brain, just this time. "Don't bother comparing."

It burns him deep. He can feel the wrinkle in between his brows.

Are you saying you don't even consider him as much as the other two? He wouldn't put it past you, to say something so gut wrenching as if it's nothing. Or, just maybe, you mean you've made a category just for him, a special spot, exclusive. A slot not even Rooster can break into. Jesus, he can feel his muscles contract with how strongly he wishes for the second.

He's silent. For a minute.

There's your answer. His reaction was uncomfortable silence. Well, what else did you expect?

Chancing a look, you notice the tension in his shoulders. Maybe he thinks he has to reject you now. A pitying Jake Seresin speech sounds like the worst thing that you could go through at the moment, so you gather all your strength to come across unbothered. Only joking.

"You look really serious right now. It's kind of funny."

He turns his full body to you, hands massive against the thin wooden board, chest pushing against the thight shirt. Your smile falters a little, swallowing roughly. So much trouble.

Remembering how well you took his flirty wink earlier, he puts effort into making sure you feel the drag of his eyes, half-lidded, from your head to your toe.

"It's your fault. I keep trying to figure you out, but you make it real hard, darlin'."

Like a flashback, Rooster's words come back to you. Was he right? Did you need to worry about this?

Figure you out.

"Is that what this is?"

The change is so quick, he has trouble keeping up. Your voice is small, but your eyes glimmer in the moonlight, something entirely different taking over. He's seen it before in fucking wolves.

He thinks he imagines your tongue licking your teeth. It's his turn to shiver.

"This?"

"Yeah, this." You step closer to him, perfect posture and folded arms. "Let's be honest, Hangman, you're not the kind of guy to unpretentiously start a friendship. There's gotta be something you want, ultimately. So, what is it?"

Jake can see the fire slowly growing behind your eyes and he feels like he can't trust the floor not to give way under him and swallow him whole.

For the entire time you've know each other, this is the first chance you've given him to learn things about you. Slowly. You were the last of the squad to open up to him. Maybe he sees you as a challenge, while you see him as- God, you feel stupid. And too drunk to hold back your tongue.

So you attack him, of course. It's in your nature. Too easy to slip back into your shell, standoffish and suspicious.

"What? I'm trying to get to know you, that's just how people become friends, Scorcher."

"Figure me out?"

It won't help, he knows, but he can't stop himself from laughing. Loud and honest, rolling his eyes.

"Manner of speech, beautiful. Tell me, is every time we have a conversation just a waiting opportunity for you to fucking pick my words apart and get on my nerves? Is this revenge, for all the times I pissed you off?"

"Oh, if it's so bothersome, why do you stick around?"

I really like you.

The wind is blowing your hair, and you look kind of like a deity. Taller, darker, fearless.

Eyes are boring into him as if you know something he doesn't, like you've discovered an entire plan he had against you. Except, there's nothing.

Well, there is one thing. The craving he's resisting of grabbing you by your hips and pushing you against the wall, shut you up for a long hour or two with his tongue deep down your throat and his thigh perfectly placed in between your legs. Punishing and devoted in the same breath.

But he's pretty sure you have no idea that's what's on his mind. Would you even like that? No, you'd probably knee him in the crotch and go back inside, laughing at him with Maverick and…Oh.

"Wait a minute." His expression of utter loss twists into anger, an accusation. Biting into the cold air. "Rooster. That little show in the TV room last night. What did he say to you?"

You take a step back, looking away when he steps forward.

Dead little birdy, he swears.

"Whatever do you mean…"

You shrug, faking innocence, but he's not in the mood for joking right now.

"Scorch."

A shaky breath, gasp cut short by teeth trapping your lips shut. Yes, he is playing dirty, but it's not like he hadn't been patiently waiting for the right moment to use it. It feels holier than your name.

It is endearing from everyone else, and earth-shattering from him.

That's what those who know you call you by. Honestly, you never expected to be on his radar, not really. Not in a way that was important. More like someone who passed by, who's remembered vaguely, not lingering too long on your memory before changing the subject.

It is also just a name. So you quickly compose yourself before he can notice the catastrophic impact he has on you.

Nose high in the sky, you recollect yourself. Stubborn and predictable.

"Hangman."

Your stubbornness has the desired effect, wearing him down until he gives up.

A juvenile bitterness (also called jealousy) takes over. He sighs and starts to walk away.

"You know what, forget it."

But then he's leaving you, threatening to dismiss everything, and a pathetic urgency to keep him possesses your body. Throwing all of earlier's caution and hesitance out the window.

He's halfway to the door when you unfold your arms and lean back to grab him, pulling on his sleeve.

Cursing and worshipping him with one balled fist, the warm woodsy smell giving you a headache.

"Fine." You snicker at his smirking face. So he can get what he wants, even with you. Save that for later. "He did say something."

You adorably tug on his shirt again, asking for him to move back to his previous spot.

Purposefully sliding very close in front of you - noses would be grazing if you hadn't moved your head away in embarrassment - he leans back against the railing one last time. Eyebrows raised, satisfied grin.

"Well?"

"You're fucking aggravating, you know that? It's important to me that you know how much of an annoying little prick you are."

"Not little. But the rest I can agree with." You groan, totally not joking, and he gets the feeling of Deja Vu. "You're just mad you're about to throw your friend under the bus for me, angel face. To be fair, I would be confused too. After all this time, what changed?"

He almost forgets what you were meant to talk about while he has a bit of fun at your expense. He's teasing like he used to before, but it's more rewarding now. You're looking at each other, words at the tip of your tongues, instead of abandoned in your throats. He finally gets to hear what you have to say to him.

"Yes, Seresin, you have bewitched me within seven days and now I must betray all of my good friends for you in hopes that you'll feel the same." He smiles at your theatrics. You're happy to see the idea amuses him, because you're terribly afraid it might come true. "No, I'm not trying to burn Rooster, he's just a fucking idiot."

Big grin, crossed arms. "I'm all ears, darling."

You sigh and take the space next to him, elbows brushing lightly, mimicking his pose.

In your defense, you told Bradley the same.

His ways are complicated. You understand, wholeheartedly, that he was raised on the honorable principle of watching over your own. And you're more than grateful to be one of his people. Hopefully, he knows you'd do the same for him, in a heartbeat.

But the way he spoke to you like you didn't know any better, it was condescending. He was overbearing and selfish. And that's not true to your friendship, you never went over each other like that.

You were always very supportive of his relationships, romantic or otherwise. You mediated for him and Maverick whenever they butted heads, which is (not at all surprising) often.

This thing with Tasha.

You were there for him, through and through. So you felt blindsided by this petty possessiveness, and the utter lack of belief in your judgement.

During training, you were so fed up, still irritated by his behavior, that you couldn't even focus. For the sake of being fair, you also wanted to consider Rooster's theories.

The young man didn't know, obvioulsy, but you looked at Jake with rose-colored glasses, for sure. As attentive as you are to who you can or cannot count on, it is possible you'd let something slide for him. You were so appalled at the idea that you couldn't look anyone in the eye, not even Mav.

(He noticed. And he sent you off-base after lunch to clear your head.)

Bradley asked for truce, offering you a ride to The Hard Deck after bumping into you in the base's hallways.

On the way, he lets you scold him a little more before apoligizing. And you know, God, you know he meant well. You want to tell him that, actually, you're not so much Hangman's new victim. Or that you'd be mostly alright with that. Mostly. But that would start a whole new discussion, instead letting him blissfully bask in ignorance.

So, yeah, it feels icky to criticise him to the cause of his worries.

"I don't know, he has this complex, that he needs to look out for everyone or he's a bad friend." Your brows are furrowed, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you think. When the words came out, it sounded like you were already regretting being so harsh. "I- That's not a bad thing. I'm not saying it is. But- It's just-"

"It's too much. You don't like being fussed over, I know."

He knows. Rooster doesn't, but he does. Now, that's a statement.

You meet his gaze poignantly, leaning on the tip of your toes absentmindedly and causing you to look as tall as him. He wants to squeeze your jaw and force you to let go of the meaty inside of your mouth. You've probably drawn blood by now.

"Hm. I thought you said you couldn't figure me out." He watches the spark in your eyes when he shrugs, looking impressed, only half kidding. A combination of sorrow and amusement. They definitely flick to his lips before returning to your shoes. "Yeah, that's terrifying, I regret everyhting. Is it too late to pretend we never met?"

His shoulders shake with laughter, and he bumps you gently.

"What did he say, Scorch?"

You look at him again, pained expression reigning over your features. It's cute, that you have this much of a hard time selling someone out. Loyal, he remembers. To Bradshaw, he remembers and cringes.

"Keep this between us?"

"I had a dream where you said that, once." Twice, three, four, countless times. You take advantage of your new height to push the back of his head, smiling. It's a pretty sight. "I might tell Javy, can't promise not to, but I'll make sure he doesn't tell anyone."

"Whatever. He was, or is worried. That you have a game plan, or something. And whatever it is, is the reason why you got close to me recently. Basically, he wants to know what your intentions are."

You speak slowly and laugh at the end, uncomfortable and awkward. You're right, it does feel wrong to talk about this.

Bradshaw has no fucking idea what his intentions are. But he can imagine what he thinks they might be. A hypocrite, since he has done it to so many girls before.

The minute you tell him, you recognize it as a possible mistake. It'll change things. Question is, which way?

It's definitely a bad thing for Bradley to say. He's accusing his fellow aviator of being slimy, treacherous, untrustworthy. Things that have been said about Seresin before by others, a lot of times to his face, but as far as you know this is the first time it comes from someone this close, someone who is part of a tight-knit team with him, bickering and gossiping to someone who was also close.

"Okay, I can see the cogs turning in your head. Look, you are diametrically opposed personalities. Of course he has a hard time trusting you."

"Please, Scorcher, it's not about trust. It's about you, he thinks I want to take advantage of you. He's insulting both of us in the same breath, or do you not think that it's a bit infantilizing, to you?"

You surprise him with a smile. You can appreciate Jake's concern for you during his rant.

"I do. And I already gave him a piece of my mind for it, he apologized profusely. You would've loved it, I'm sure."

"Probably. Still, if he thinks he can just-" He relaxes when you whisper his name. It's not a warning, it's a plea. Let go. Just one thing, he can't help. "Okay, so you believed him, then? Otherwise, why did you grill me a few minutes ago, basically with his words, I'm assuming?"

The soles of your feet are fully planted back on the floor. You take a second before looking at him again.

"No, not initially. If I did, I wouldn't have gotten mad at him. But, you said something specific there, and it weirded me out. I'm sorry."

"It wouldn't have weirded you out if you just trusted me."

Instantly, you step away from him and he regrets the acidity in his voice.

"Jake, we never even talked before this week. It's only fair-"

"That you take Bradley's word on it? Remind me to congratulate him on how well he brainwashed you, just like every other girl who waltzes around here." He knows he's being unreasonable, but it's too late. You don't give him anything yet, waiting for him to apologize. "I'm just saying, you didn't look too mad at him tonight."

Heat comes to his cheeks as he remembers your fingers laced with the other pilot's.

"No, what are you actually saying?"

He shouldn't. But of course it bothers him, and he needs to scratch that itch.

"C'mon, you don't think he's a little too territorial of you? He didn't even flinch when Trace went off with that guy earlier. But he needs to have a whole conversation with you. To warn you. Of the big bad guy. If he was so concerned, he would've talked to me! Not try to push you away from me, that's manipulative as fuck, please tell me you see that?"

"I don't think he meant it like that."

You're smaller, hugging your sides, but still defiant.

"Scorcher, he likes you."

All the wind is knocked out of you. How can one brilliant man be so daft?

(In all honesty, last summer, during one of your many barbecues with Mav, Penny and Bradley, the latter had said something. If you never find someone, I can be the guy. You had laughed, and then apologized when you noticed he was serious. A long conversation that could've been summarized by simply saying it isn't like that between us. He had agreed. Ever since, you're certain his admiration of you had grown into feelings of companionship, more than anything else. But neither of you had discussed it again. Regardless, he had confessed it to you, and so you feel the need to stick up for him, pay him back for being so trusting and honest.)

A scoff, and you walk right up to him, arms still crossed over your chest.

"Are you sure you're not projecting, Hangman?" He is furiously biting his tongue so you can enlighten him. "Scheming, stabbing in the back, manipulating. That's sort of your thing. Maybe you just don't like the sour taste of your own medicine."

Your lips are parted, a sliver of drool connecting from them, just barely.

Both of his hands come up to your face, thumb ghosting over the bottom lip, jolting when he feels your shudder.

He looks upset. Discouraged.

"You didn't deny it."

Eyelids screw shut for a second, before you laugh again and abruptly cut all physical contact with him.

"What does it matter? Truly."

It matters that he can't do this, compete with Bradshaw. He's lost a few times. He's the step-in, he knows.

It's stupid, but...he wants you to look at him with the same eyes people look at the enviable Bradley. Defend me.

He doesn't care if he takes this too far for a friend.

"Hey, I get it. He's the one you take home to the family. Enjoy."

You don't think he hears the constrained way you laugh. What family?

He's halfway up the deck when you stop him again. Your nails dig into his tanned skin. A weird sensation to hear his name strained in your voice. Bad, he hates it.

"You don't get anything, Seresin. And you didn't ask me. Doesn't it matter?" You punch him in the chest, not your full force but it's meaningful. "That I'm not in love with him."

I'm not in love with Rooster. It's not Rooster. Please.

There's no air coming in or out of you. Your eyes sting, and your hands are sweaty. Please.

If he was only listening, he would've guessed you were on the verge of tears. Now that he's looking down at you, he sees that you're angry, undoubted and unmistakenly.

The answer is no. As long as you put Bradshaw first, it doesn't really matter who you are or aren't in love with.

Didn't he say like, instead of love?

His head hurts.

"I need a beer."

Your body demands you put some distance between you, disappointed in his response, watching as he pulls the door open.

God, you're an idiot.

"Asshole!"

"You already knew that, my dear."

And he walks back inside, not minding the way he bumps both Phoenix and Rooster.

Not until he notices the latter walking outside to make you company. Natasha gets a weird look on her face. Whatever, not his business. He'll find something, or someone else to take up his attention too.

The smell of the beach suddenly makes you terribly nauseous, and you have to ground yourself quietly, struggling not to follow Jake and apologize. For what? What is happening to you?

A shadow catches your eye and Rooster leans next to you.

"What did you do to him? He did a whole power walk just now, nearly took me and Phoenix with him."

"Why should I know? You think I have that much power over him?"

"I don't know, maybe you do."

Your eyes meet, face contorted in complete disbelief and both of you break into laughter. You let your head fall back on his shoulder, taking advantage of his bent posture.

It's a peaceful moment.

"It smells especially horrible out here tonight."

"I know, right? I think I need another drink."

"C'mon, I got you."

Bradley is a touchy guy, and his warmth is always welcome. Most of the squad sent you suggestive looks when you kept close at the bar, in one way or another. But you only had to tell them once that if you wanted Rooster, you would've had him already, and they never joked about it again. Of course, he didn't hear you say it.

Jake had. That was important.

You wonder if he remembers it, because when you walk in with your fellow pilot glued to your back, hands on your hips guiding you towards Penny, his eyes snap away from a pretty blonde and flicker between the two of you.

He chuckles, and returns to the girl.

It seems like you won't need to cut this friendship off, he's doing it for you.

Instead of Rooster's suggestion of more shots, you ask for water.

#jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #tgm fanfic #tgm x reader #top gun maverick fanfiction

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Summary: Your colleague makes you an interesting proposition after he overhears you talking about a bad hookup.

Pairing: Beefy lawyer!Bucky x lawyer!reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (f), friends to lovers, hella fluff, fwb situation, idiots in love, swearing, alcohol, people being nosy and eavesdropping on each other, beefy!bucky (he needs a warning).

Word Count: 6.7k

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“It was bad, slobbery, and so weird. This guy thought kissing meant shoving his tongue down my throat while simultaneously moaning loudly was the way to get things going. I couldn’t believe how bad he was at just that,” you recounted the events of the night before. “I left before things could progress,” you sighed dramatically.

Nat let out a laugh and nodded in agreement, “That was the right call. The way a man kisses tells you a lot about the way he is in bed.”

“I could not agree with you more. His kisses screamed ‘I don’t know what I’m doing,’” you said sarcastically. “The dude was a doctor too, you’d think he’d know something about something.”

“Too many years of academia must’ve made him neglect other aspects of his life.”

“That’s exactly what my uber driver said on my way back home! He told me to go for a guy who works with his hands next time. I think that’s pretty solid advice,” you said matter-of-factly.

“You talked to your uber driver about it?” she asked in disbelief.

“Oh yeah, I was so disappointed I had to immediately vent it out. Got good advice though, I think I’ll take it up.”

“Interesting — so you aren’t interested in any of the lawyers we work with?” Natasha asked with a grin and a twinkle of mischief in her eye.

You weren’t sure why she looked at you like that. Bucky briefly came to mind, but he was only a really good friend that always came through for you with work. Sure seeing him brightened up your day, and he’d occasionally do things like surprise you with a snack or mid afternoon latte, but you knew he was only being friendly. You would return the favor from time to time too — the two of you had a nice working relationship.

Of course you checked him out every now and then too, but you couldn't help it, the man was gorgeous and beyond well built. While he was big and strong, there was something about his presence alone that made you feel safe whenever you were around him. Being near him brought you comfort, but that didn’t mean you had to date.

Nat often said with certainty that there was something there — she claimed to see lingering glances and chemistry, but you had no idea why. You always told her that she was wrong because you weren’t interested in complicating things in your life.

“Workplace romances are messy, Nat. If life’s taught me anything it’s that relationships are rarely easy. On top of that, we’re so busy, I'm good with just having fun right now.”

Bucky cleared his throat as he walked into the office kitchen, "Any more coffee in the pot?” he asked, looking slightly flushed.

You turned to look at him and noticed that he looked a bit flustered, but not thinking anything of it, you turned around to grab him the pot. You missed the knowing look Natasha gave him and the way Bucky’s eyes widened in response.

“Looks like we’ve got just enough,” you said as you handed him the pot with a soft smile.

“Thanks Y/N,” he said shyly.

Nat was looking at him with amusement. Before you could ask her why — “I totally forgot I’ve got a last minute petition to finish up, but you two stay and chat,” she said. You didn’t see the way she narrowed her eyes and smirked at Bucky as she quickly walked past him.

You shrugged it off, not worrying about how weird the whole interaction felt.

“So Bucky, how's your morning going so far?”

“It’s been going pretty well, I just got out of a meeting with a new client. How’s yours going?”

“Good, I wrapped up the Pym patent issue without a hitch, so can’t complain.”

“Oh very nice, um so listen, I think you should know that I'm pretty handy, with tools and other things,” he said with a bashful smile.

“Good to know, but why are you telling me? Are you — oh my god, you heard me talking to Nat earlier!”

Heat immediately rushed to your cheeks. How much did he hear?!

He quickly interjected, “I’m sorry, I did hear some of it. I know I shouldn’t have been listening, but voices carry in this room. It’s not like I was lying in wait for juicy gossip. Although, this was pretty juicy,” he said softly.

You just looked at him with wide eyes, unable to believe that he eavesdropped on your conversation and now seriously wanted to talk about it.

“Go out with me,” he said abruptly.

“Bucky, if you overheard our conversation, you’d know that I think relationships are a bad idea. Also what the hell man, first you spy on me, now you’re asking me out?”

Bucky blushed at that, “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have said anything, but I... Well, I want to help you out.”

“Help me out?”

“I know you’re not looking for anything serious, and I’m not talking about a whirlwind romance, but maybe I can take you out for dinner and we can see where things go. No strings attached, we could just have fun.”

You realized that he was diplomatically trying to ask you if you wanted to be friends with benefits. You were a little disappointed, but you knew what you said, you really were looking for fun right now. Bucky could be that fun, however, you were more than apprehensive.

“So you’re selflessly offering yourself up, because?” You couldn’t help but question his motives, the whole situation was a lot.

“It’s not entirely selfless, I mean, you’re gorgeous. I like being around you, and I know I could treat you right,” he said with newfound confidence.

You tried not to show how much his words affected you. “Did you hear the part where we talked about ultra educated men being bad in bed?” you asked to cut the awkwardness you felt.

“I heard he was a doctor, but I’m not.”

“Well you’re a doctor of law, soo…”

Bucky laughed at that, “Y/N, you can say no. I know this is completely coming out of left field. I simply thought we could come to a mutually beneficial arrangement, but really don’t worry about it. We can pretend I never said a word,” he said sincerely.

You looked at him and took him in for a moment. Here was this handsome and kind man offering himself up on a silver platter. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t seriously considering it. You knew most women would readily accept the offer without hesitation, but you were also aware that things could get quite awkward if it ended badly in any way.

With a deep breath you finally said, “I think I’ll have to pass, Bucky. Not because I’m not attracted to you, but because I don’t want to mess up our professional relationship,” you said, knowing you may very well regret it later.

He shrugged, trying to hide his disappointment, “Can’t blame a man for trying,” he said softly.

┈┈┈┈┈・・

As you laid in bed, swiping through the nerds on Bumble, you thought back to your conversation in the break room. There was no way a man like Bucky would be bad in bed. You knew how much he worked out, you even saw him with Steve after a session in the office gym. He was so sweaty, his white shirt sticking to his broad chest, and those bulging biceps — it was a wonderful sight. The whole disheveled look gave you a couple thoughts, but none you were willing to act on.

You had worked with him for years, and while you considered him a friend, this was uncharted territory. He always flirted with you, but you thought that was just his personality. Now as you looked through the local options on your phone you found yourself comparing them all to Bucky.

Brad the entrepreneur was 1 mile away from you. Jeff the mountain-climbing spirit guide was .5 miles away from you. Ryan the juggler without a job title was 2 miles away. Damn, the dating pool sucked. After a good amount of swiping you finally gave up. No one interested you, not even for a quick hookup. Not when you knew what you could have if you only said the words.

In a bold attempt at taking care of your needs, you pulled up Bucky’s contact info in your phone and started to type out a text.

Y/N: Has the offer expired or can I still accept it?

B: Sorry, I work with a lot of contracts. You’ll have to be more specific :)

Y/N: The offer for us to grab a bite, and maybe something else together.

B: Oh that one, I should’ve specified. That offer has no expiration date — not for you.

Your heart fluttered for a second, and you took a minute to think about what you were going to say next. You knew this guy well, you were attracted to him, and you could do a lot worse. He said there would be no strings attached, so maybe your fear of relationships was unwarranted.

After a moment of deep contemplation you finally responded —

Y/N: Well then, I accept, Buck.

B: Awesome, that’s great! Do you wanna get brunch tomorrow?

Y/N: I can’t think of a better way to spend my Saturday. Are you busy right now?

B: Why you wanna move up our plans? :P

Y/N: I was thinking about it…

B: I shouldn’t tease, I’m at a bar hanging out with Steve and Sam right now. Unless you wanna come out and join us? I would ditch them, but any excuse I offer is going to get a full interrogation lol.

Y/N: I’m already showered and in bed, pal. There’s nothing in this world that could make me get dressed and ready to go out. Don’t worry, I can wait until tomorrow :)

B: Great, how about I pick you up tomorrow at 11?

Y/N: That works! See you then, Buck.

You tried to pretend that the whole exchange didn’t affect you — but it did. Flirting with Bucky made your heart beat a little faster and that probably wasn’t the best thing given the nature of the future arrangement. Deciding to worry about that tomorrow you went to sleep earlier than usual.

That night you dreamt of a sweaty blue eyed man with big arms and an adorable smile.

┈┈┈┈┈・・

When Bucky heard you talking about that guy with the slobbery mouth, he couldn’t stop the idea to create the arrangement from crossing his mind. He had a crush on you, and he’d had it for a long time.

He knew it was a long shot, but it was better than having to overhear conversations about you not getting what you deserve.

He tried doing little favors to try to charm you, but he soon realized you didn’t see them as anything more than friendliness. That didn’t stop him from trying, however. He never outright told you how he felt because he was scared of making things awkward. You showed no obvious indication of interest, and he would rather have your friendship over nothing at all.

Bucky felt like an idiot when you rejected him, and right then he decided to back off. He wasn’t going to be some weird guy that couldn’t take no for an answer. But when you texted him his heart nearly jumped out of his chest; he couldn’t believe you actually agreed.

Now his goal was to finally win your heart, even if he was going about it a bit backwards.

┈┈┈┈┈・・

“What’s got you smiling to yourself over there?” Sam asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Shut up, Wilson,” Bucky muttered.

Sam looked taken aback, until — “Oh my god, is the perpetually single Bucky Barnes talking to a girl right now?” he asked with a shit-eating grin.

“Sam seriously shut up, I don’t want Steve to hear.”

“Why not? What are you hiding?”

Steve came back with beers for the three of them, “Someone hiding something?”

Bucky quickly interjected, “No, of course not. Thanks for getting these.” He grabbed a beer and tried to think of a way to change the subject.

Fortunately, Sam was feeling kinder than usual. “He was just telling me about a client of his — said it’s hard to work for someone who hides the ball or doesn’t tell you all the facts of their case.”

Steve hummed in agreement, “Couldn’t agree more, I have had so many cases that would’ve moved along much faster if only the clients were more forthcoming with all the necessary information.”

Sam nodded in agreement, and when Steve looked away he shot a wink at Bucky.

“Anyways, how’s Sharon?” Bucky asked, trying to steer the conversation anywhere else.

“She’s good, her art gallery is doing well. We’ve both been busy, so it's been hard to find the time to get together,” Steve said wistfully.

“But you’re still good right?” Sam asked.

“Yes of course, I love her to death. Just a weird time, nothing to worry about though.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear that,” Bucky said sincerely,

“Speaking of which, I think I’m going to head out a little early, see if I can meet up with her for a bit,” Steve said as he got up.

“Yeah no worries, glad we did this. We don’t have boys' nights often enough,” Bucky said.

“I’m glad too, you guys take it easy and I’ll see you both at work on Monday,” Steve said with a smile as he headed out of the bar.

Sam suddenly looked at Bucky with a smirk, “Okay, I covered for you. Now tell me the big secret that Steve can’t know.”

Bucky groaned at Sam’s annoyingly persistent curiosity. “Sam, it’s not a big deal. It was just a girl that I’m getting brunch with tomorrow.”

“And Steve can’t know about her? I doubt he’d care who you’re getting food with. Unless…” the wheels in Sam’s head started turning. “Do we know her?! It’s not Y/N is it?” he asked with raised eyebrows.

Bucky’s face immediately flushed red, he chugged the rest of his beer and reached for the rest of Steve’s pint. “It’s nothing, Sam. I’ll tell you when something actually happens,” he muttered.

“I can’t believe this, you finally got the balls to ask her out! I never thought I’d see the day. We’ve all known about your giant puppy crush forever, but I can’t believe you actually stepped up,” he said in disbelief.

“It’s not like that, listen just please don't tell Steve. It’s not what you think and you know how intense he gets about relationships.”

“I don’t know what you’re worried about, everyone knows she likes you. The only person that doesn’t know is maybe her. But fine, because I’m a good friend I won’t say anything,” Sam said with a bright smile.

“No one knows how she feels for sure, but thank you. Wanna play a round of pool?” Bucky asked, ready for a new topic.

┈┈┈┈┈・・

You woke up earlier than usual and went for a run to start your day. After a good night’s sleep you were feeling pretty excited about meeting up with Bucky. Sure, what you were doing was a bit out of character, but you had a feeling it’d be worthwhile. You were looking forward to not having to go on a first date with a stranger for a while. Plus, Bucky was the best, what better guy to have fun with than him.

After your run you took a shower and got ready. You did your makeup just the way you liked, and topped it all off with a dark red lipstick. You finally slipped into a navy long-sleeve skater dress and black booties to complete the look. You looked good and you knew it. You checked your phone for the time and saw that you were all dressed and ready to go with twenty minutes to spare.

You figured you’d tidy up a bit with your extra time in case Bucky wanted to come over after brunch. Just as you were nearly finished reorganizing, your phone lit up with a text from Bucky.

B: Hey, Y/N. I’m leaving now, I’ll see you in five.

Y/N: Sounds good, Buck.

You started to feel nervous. You knew this wasn’t a date, but you felt butterflies in your stomach at the prospect of spending time with him. You reminded yourself it was only Bucky, and there was nothing to worry about.

Knowing he was punctual, you decided to grab your belongings and lock up. No need to make the man come meet you at your door — this wasn’t really a date. You stepped outside just as Bucky pulled into a parking spot. He swiftly hopped out of his black Audi A6 to greet you. You couldn’t help but notice how hot he looked — wearing a white henley shirt with a leather jacket stretched over his broad frame and dark jeans.

“Hi, you look beautiful, Y/N,” Bucky breathed, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

You beamed back at him, “Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself.”

He wasn’t sure how to greet you given the new dynamic between the two of you, so he pulled you into a warm hug. You felt those pesky butterflies again in his embrace. When you pulled away you saw a light blush on his cheeks. What’s that about?

With his hand on your lower back he walked around to the passenger door to open it for you. As you got in you took a peek around and saw that he kept a neat car, and he also had a beautiful bouquet of red roses sitting in the back buckled up safely. Were those for you?

He got into the driver’s seat and looked over at you and your puzzled expression. “Okay, I know this isn’t like a date date, but I bought you some flowers. They’re already in a vase in water so they should be fine in the car.”

You smiled shyly, “Thanks, Buck, that was really thoughtful of you.”

He smirked, “My pleasure, now let's get some waffles,” he said gleefully.

┈┈┈┈┈・・

Bucky took you to the cutest little cafe. There were large string lights hanging above you in rows, and warm heat lamps to ensure you felt cozy while on the charming outdoor patio. The whole place felt intimate and romantic, and it made you wonder why you had never heard of the place before.

“Bucky this place is beautiful, how’d you hear about it?”

“Oh I don’t know, I just googled ‘really good waffles’ and it came up,” he said with a teasing smile. At the same time, he thought to himself about how he actually stumbled upon the place a while back and how he always wanted to bring you here with him.

“Well let’s see if google is right.”

He hummed in agreement, “Also I wanted to tell you earlier,” he paused, giving you a small smile — “I'm glad you texted me last night. I was afraid I might’ve overstepped yesterday. I know I shouldn’t have listened in on your conversation, but I’m happy about where it's brought us.”

“I think I might be happy about that too,” you said, meeting his gaze.

Once your waiter came over, Bucky asked if you wanted to share a mimosa flight with him. You gladly agreed, and placed the rest of your order at the same time.

“Dude, I’m obsessed with this place based on mimosa options alone.”

“I know, you can really tell the quality of a place based on their mimosa selection,” he let out a laugh.

You giggled and nodded your head in agreement, “So how was boys’ night?”

“Fun as usual, played a little pool and caught up with the guys. It was nice to hang out outside of work. It’s too bad you couldn’t come out,” he said with a grin.

“I never hang out with you guys at bars, sure the occasional lunch or dinner because of craziness at work, but not that. Steve and his soft heart would probably think we had something going on.”

He titled his head and smiled softly, “You’re right, he would.”

The waiter returned faster than expected with your mouth-watering food and four mimosa’s on a flight board in the flavors of: peach, mango, blood orange and strawberry. The two of you dove in, and you realized the reviews were more than right. The waffles were light, fluffy and topped with the tastiest whipped butter.

“It’s official, this is the best brunch spot in town. Whoever gets to be your girlfriend will be very lucky because you’ve got the food recommendations down,” you said kindly.

Bucky beamed at you, “Well I’m happy to bring you here whenever you’d like. Plus, with the um arrangement, I think we should probably get food together often too. I have a feeling we’ll work up an appetite,” he said with playful eyes as he took a sip of his mimosa.

“Right, the arrangement. Why’d I forget about that,” you said, caught off guard for a moment. Everything had felt like a real date up until he said that, and you lost yourself in the fantasy for a while.

Bucky’s eyes widened slightly, “Do you want to forget about it?”

Fortunately, you remembered why you agreed to go through with this — you’re the one who said you didn’t want a relationship. “No, of course not. It was a good idea, and I’m looking forward to it. Should we discuss terms?”

Bucky started to laugh, “Leave it to you to make this sound like a negotiation.”

You smiled sheepishly, “Okay, okay, I just don’t know how this goes. You’re actually my friend. What’s the plan?”

“I’m good with no plan. I just want to make you feel good and take care of you,” he said bluntly. Bucky was surprised by his honesty, but he had wanted you for so long. He couldn’t hide his feelings for you any longer. If this was the only way he could have you, then he would make the most of it.

Your eyebrows raised at his candor and you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding at the sudden shift in tone. “Really? Take care of me?”

“When I heard you talking about that guy I got a little upset. You are worthy of so much better. I want to show how much better it can be. I’ll make sure you’re kissed and touched the way you deserve to be,” his eyes flickered to your lips after a beat.

“You sure you can get the job done?” you asked coyly.

“Why don’t we get out of here and find out?”

You reached for your clutch. “Lead the way.”

┈┈┈┈┈・・

Bucky’s demeanor changed the minute you got into his car. He looked at you with hungry eyes and desire — you liked the heat you felt under his intense gaze. Unable to wait a second longer, he placed his hand on the side of your head and leaned in. With soft lips he kissed you gently, carefully, giving you the option to stop him if you wanted. But you needed more — you reached your hand up and gripped his hair, pulling him closer to you. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then he deepened the kiss. Tongues slipped past parted lips, an urgency in the kiss, his scruff rubbing hard against your face.

There were no thoughts in your head other than how absolutely right his lips felt against yours. You were lost in him — you wanted him closer, you needed to feel more of him. You parted the kiss with a bite on his bottom lip, breathing heavily, “Bucky?”

He met your gaze, his eyes dark, and his voice coarse. “What is it?”

“Can we go back to your place?”

He let out a breath, “Right, yes. Let’s go.” He leaned in quickly to peck your lips once more before he got moving; his hand never left your thigh as he drove back to his place.

You stumbled backward into his apartment with his lips firmly against yours, his arms around your waist. He spun you around as he shut the door and gently pressed you up against it. You could feel the firmness of his body, the sturdy muscles underneath the soft leather.

“Tell me what you want, babygirl.” Bucky whispered, lips pressed to the shell of your ear.

Babygirl.

You really liked the sound of that.

“I want you to take care of me like you said you would,” you murmured.

His gaze on you made your skin burn. Without missing a beat, he slid his arms down and around until he reached the back of your thighs, swiftly pulling you up with your legs wrapped around his waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a filthy kiss.

You were grateful you chose to wear a dress because you could feel him hard and heavy against your lace-covered core. You kissed and sucked your way down his neck as he carried you to his room — each step creating delicious friction against your sensitive slit.

Once he got you in his room he put you down on the edge of his bed. Without breaking eye contact, he finally took off his jacket, then his shirt and shoes. You followed him and removed your booties, then your dress, leaving you in your red lace push-up bra and matching underwear. Once you were done you inched your way backwards on his bed, watching him, waiting for him.

Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The girl of his dreams, sprawled out in his bed, looking at him with lust in her eyes. He took off his jeans and climbed towards you, taking his time, taking you in.

If this turned out to be a one time thing he was going to make sure it counted for something.

He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a bruising kiss, tongue sliding along yours; he knew he would never get tired of this. “Can I taste you, babygirl?” he asked against your lips.

You nodded eagerly, “Please,” you whispered.

He kneeled in between your legs — hot, heavy breaths against your thighs, featherlight kisses as he moved towards your throbbing bud. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of your panties and slid them down, pulling them off your ankles and throwing them over his shoulder. Bucky looked into your eyes as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, spreading them apart for him — then his tongue was on you, lightly licking up and down your folds. His warm, wet tongue lapped at your clit teasingly.

“Bucky, please, fuck,” you whimpered.

He couldn't deny you. He sucked your clit ardently, groaning when your fingers ran through his scalp and tugged his hair. The vibrations made you squirm hard, panting, a hot mess.

All too smoothly, he tightened his grip on your thighs and manhandled you so that you were on top of him. You swiftly grabbed his headboard as he pulled you down onto his mouth again, his show of strength turning you on even more.

“Ride my face, doll,” he grunted before diving back in, his scruff grazing your inner thighs.

You happily obliged, grinding against his face, circling your hips, as he eagerly flicked and sucked circles over your clit like he was on a mission.

You could hardly take any more, feeling your control waiver, your thighs started to close around his head. “Fuck, Bucky I’m —” Your body shivered and shook on his mouth — a warm wave of pleasure washing over you. But he didn’t let you pull away, he sucked harder, prolonging your euphoria, until another stronger wave crashed into you, leaving you a shaking whimpering mess above him. Your sweet cries were music to his ears.

Satisfied, he finally released you and allowed you to climb off of him. You fell onto your back next to him, a breathless mess. He turned to his side to face you, appreciating your tousled beauty. He kissed his way from your shoulder, up to your neck, finally meeting your lips. You knit your fingers into his hair and held him in place, your tongue exploring his mouth, the taste of you lingering on him.

Bucky kissed you slowly, passionately, like he was savoring every moment.

He finally pulled away for air, “You want anything else?” his dark eyes met yours. “You want me to fuck you, babygirl?” he breathed against your lips.

Instead of using your words you pushed him onto his back and straddled his lap. His thick swollen head nudged your entrance through his boxers. You unhooked your bra and finally peeled the last shred of cloth between the two of you — his thick cock sprung free, hard and ready for you. His large hands tightly squeezed your hips as you hovered over him. He wanted to pull you down, ease his way into you, but he let you set the pace. With one hand on his broad chest you lined yourself up with his cock and sunk down inch by glorious inch.

His self control was wavering, but he wanted to take his time and give you whatever you wanted. As if you could sense his desperation for more, you started to move, rolling your hips, bouncing on him.

“Just like that, you ride me so good, baby.”

You grinded down on him hard, and Bucky could barely keep up. Swiftly, he flipped you so that you were on your back and he could take back control. His swollen tip teased your clit on it’s way to its rightful place, finally pushing into you. “Mm, Buck,” you wailed wantonly. He spread your legs and placed them over his shoulders so that he could deepen his thrusts, the new angle hitting places you didn’t know existed. With rough steady strokes, Bucky took you apart. The weight of his body on yours compelled you to relinquish control, taking whatever the brawny man gave you.

“Such a good girl, takin’ me so well,” he groaned. The feel of your tight walls stretching around him, taking him deep, was pure ecstasy.

“Right there, please don’t stop, fuck —”

“I know, baby, let go for me.” He rubbed small circles over your swollen clit and you squeezed your eyes shut letting out a salacious moan. Stars bursted behind your eyelids as pleasure surged throughout your body, your pussy clenching down on him as you climaxed.

Watching you falling apart was Bucky’s undoing. “Fuck, I’m gonna —,” his thrusts faltered as he spilled his release deep inside you. He bucked his hips a couple more times, emptying himself with every push.

Cautious of crushing you with his beefy weight, he rolled onto his back taking you with him, you sprawled on top of him.

You didn’t have the strength to move; you were blissfully, thoroughly, fucked.

You thought about how easily you could get used to this.

His fingers traced lightly along your back, as he memorized the way you felt. Your body on top of his, your scent, your soft curves — he committed it all to memory in case this was the last time.

Luckily for him, it wasn’t.

┈┈┈┈┈・・

Bucky stayed over at your place on Sunday and the two of you drove to work together Monday morning. Before heading inside the office the two of you shared a few passionate kisses in the parking lot. You didn’t want anyone to see you together, so you thought that would be a good place to share one last moment. Unbeknownst to either of you, Steve saw you from his car across the way.

Steve couldn’t believe his eyes, his best friend finally went for it. He was ecstatic, and he quickly grabbed his belongings so that he could find Bucky to congratulate him for earning your affection.

He slipped into Bucky’s office with a beaming smile just as Bucky was unpacking his briefcase for the day.

“So it looks like someone had a nice weekend,” Steve said with a proud smile.

Bucky looked at him with raised eyebrows in confusion. Did Sam spill the beans? “What are you going on about, Rogers?”

Steve gave him a knowing look, “I saw you two lovebirds in the parking lot, why didn’t you tell me on Friday you jerk?” he asked teasingly.

Bucky stuttered a breath, “Right, uh Steve, it’s not what it looks like.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just casual, we’re not together like that.”

Steve took a moment to contemplate what that meant. “You idiot, you’re only sleeping with Y/N?”

“Didn’t know you cared so much about my sex life but yes, I am.”

“I only care when you’re sleeping with the girl you’ve been in love with for years and you’re pretending it doesn’t mean anything.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m in love, Steve. And I never said it didn’t mean anything, I just haven’t told her how I actually feel.”

“Bucky, you bring her flowers and chocolate every Valentine’s Day, you try to leave work at the same time as her so you can walk her to her car every night, and you even pretend to like romantic comedies so that you have an excuse to take her to the movies. You’re pretending to be casual with her when you are literally in love with her. Why would you start this?”

Bucky had no idea that you were in the copier room next to his office, and that you could hear his entire conversation. He was right, sound really did carry in the building.

You could not believe what you were hearing, how could you not see it? All along, he was always there, and you never realized it.

Bucky’s voice cut your reverie, “Because it gives me the chance to be with her in some way. Honestly Steve, I’d take her in any way I can get her.”

“But you want more, you always have.”

“She doesn't, this is all she wants right now. I’d much rather have this type of relationship with her than none at all.”

“And she told you that? She doesn't want anything more?” Steve asked gently.

“Practically, and I’m not going to risk messing up whatever we are trying to find out.”

“You could be so much more, at least now you know she’s attracted to you.”

“I could also scare her away for good,” he paused, not truly meaning his next words, “I’m content with where we are.”

Steve looked at him in disbelief, “You keep telling yourself that.”

Bucky sat down and exhaled a deep breath. Running a hand through his hair, “Okay — I’m in love with her.”

You tried to quietly walk back to your office so that Bucky wouldn’t know that you were listening in, but just as you nearly turned the corner you ran right into Nat. You quickly lifted your index finger to your lips, silently indicating she should be quiet, but she only looked at you with a knowing smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Your eyes widened, she heard the whole thing too. You grabbed her arm and pulled her towards your office, shutting the door once you were finally inside.

“Bucky is in love with me!” You whisper-yelled at the smug redhead.

“Nice of you to finally catch up.”

“What do you mean, you knew too?” you asked in disbelief.

“It wasn’t really a secret, Y/N. I told you that he liked you constantly. You’re the one who couldn’t see it and chose casual dating instead.”

“I feel terrible, I didn’t know. I was content to write off all men because I was afraid of making my life complicated, but now here I am, and everything is so complicated.”

“You’re an everyday Avril Lavigne,” she said sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “What should I do?

“Well from what I heard, you already did something this weekend. Kudos to you,” she smirked. She didn’t miss the shadow of a tall broad man outside your frosted glass door — but you did. Bucky could hear your every, albeit muffled, word.

You slapped your palm on your forehead. “Oh my goodness, Nat. Yeah, I did okay. That beautiful man rocked my freaking world. He had me seeing stars, and he was the best sex of my life. From our first kiss I knew I wanted more of him. Bucky is all the fun I was looking for, wrapped in the warmth and comfort that I feel only when I’m with him.”

You took a big breath to stop your rambling when you finally realized, “Holy shit, I’m in love with him.”

“There it is. Y/N you bought him his favorite cupcakes on his half-birthday, and you bought him custom cufflinks on his actual birthday. You’ve been doing little girlfriend things for a while now.”

“In my defense, I didn’t think he’d actually wear them. I just thought they were cute,” you muttered.

“He wears the hell out of them, even though French cuff shirts are more effort, he wears them just so he can wear your cufflinks.”

Bucky cleared his throat outside your door. You’ve got to be kidding me. He eavesdropped again.

Nat grinned at you, “So I’m gonna go. It was really great catching up.” She walked out the door and gave Bucky a courtesy nod as she passed by him.

“Oops, I did it again,” Bucky let out a nervous chuckle as he stepped into your office and closed the door.

“How much did you hear?” you asked, heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Everything after ‘rocked my freaking world’,” he sat down and tried to hide his goofy smile behind his large hand.

“Oh great,” you muttered.

After a brief pause, “Um, did you hear something too?” he asked with faux nonchalance.

“Yeah, Buck, I did.”

Bucky looked at you with guilty eyes. “Okay, I’m sorry for what I did then.”

“What?”

“I offered you the arrangement under a guise, I wasn’t honest about my feelings.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh as you walked around your desk so that you could lean against it in front of his chair. “Bucky, I’m not mad about that, I made it nearly impossible to date me even if you wanted to. I’m overwhelmed at all these revelations. I’ve purposefully kept myself away from relationships because, honestly, I’m scared. I’m afraid of giving someone the ability to hurt me.”

“I’m still sorry, I should’ve been more open and forthright.” He paused for a moment, then spoke again with determination in his eyes. “And I understand how you feel, but I promise, if you’ll let me, I will do everything I can to make you happy. I swear I will never purposefully hurt you, and if I do, which I’ll do everything in my power not to, you can murder me. I know you know how to get away with it too. Just give me a chance, please.”

Your eyes watered at his declaration, “The way I feel when I’m with you is worth changing my ways.” It had taken you so long to figure it out, but your next words were the honest truth. “Bucky — I think I love you.”

His eyes widened and his breath hitched in his throat, “Say it again,” he whispered.

“I… I love you, you big dork.”

He stood up, a glowing smile on his face as he grabbed you by the waist and wrapped his arms around you. His cerulean eyes filled with nothing but love and adoration met your sparkling gaze. “I love you, babygirl.”

You pulled him down and closed the distance between your lips. Warm, tingly, perfect. His lips were made to kiss yours. You knew then what you were too afraid to admit in the past.

Bucky was exactly what you needed all along.

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» ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ [Request]

Summary: When Bucky first arrived to the compound, Steve was his only friend and the only person he trusted himself around. That is until Steve introduces him to you, his best friend. Bucky was fascinated by how often you and Steve would hug each other. It had been a very long time since anyone had touched him in such a loving way and it didn't take long before Bucky found himself craving your touch, but whenever you'd get too close he would flinch as if someone had hit him. His trauma still too fresh a wound for him to be comfortable with someone touching him. Then one day, he finally fights his instincts and let you touch him. He hadn't realized how truly touch starved he was until he feels the warmth of your skin against his. Something clicks for the both of you in that moment, you had found your missing piece. As long as you were with each other, you were home. You both tried to fool yourselves into thinking you were just friends, really close friends. Friends that needed to be together almost every minute of every day and who needed to hold each other to be able to sleep at night.

» ʜɪꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ [Request] ᴬⁿᵍˢᵗ/ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

Summary: You thought you and Bucky were getting close until you overhear a conversation between him, Sam and Steve that leaves you heartbroken.

Prompt: Come on, open the door. Please.

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x Female!Reader

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Requests: Braiding Bucky's hair, comforting him by playing with his hair.

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x Female!Reader

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Pairing: Endgame!Bucky x Female!Reader

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Summary: Steve notices a few Captain America fans wearing shirts with his face on them outside the tower. Being his go-to modern world person, he asks you what it's about and gives you and Bucky all the ammo you need to be giant pains in his ass.

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Summary: Your roommate, Bucky, is madly in love with you. Everyone knows it, except for you who's totally oblivious. Bucky's friends keep telling him that he needs to let you know how he feels before it's too late but he never finds the right moment, then one night you leave for a date and come back with a boyfriend.

Request: Prompt 4 jealously: then totally denying it when being confronted about it but everybody knows they're full of shit along with an angst dialogue 11. ''Come back! I'll do anything!'' and from intimate cute moments 2. a character whispering ''kiss me'' to their love interest. AU being roommate!Bucky

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Summary: Inspired by the song It will rain by Bruno Mars. Ransom is terrified at the thought of losing you and his nights are plagued by the same nightmare of having to watch you leave without being able to do anything about it. Every time he wakes up sobbing and the only way for him to calm down is for you to hold him and promise him you're never going to leave him.

Pairing: Ransom x Female!Reader

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Pairing: Ransom x Female!Reader

[ One Shot ]

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Summary: You and Ransom used to be best friends, then something changed and you weren't good enough for him anymore. You finally see him almost 10 years after you graduated high school and you come to learn that things weren't as they seemed.

Pairing: Ransom x Female!Reader

[ One Shot ]

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Summary: Every man in your family is a criminal, going all the way back to your great-grandfather, it shouldn't come as a surprise that you'd find love while visiting your brother in prison.

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[ One Shot ]

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Summary: You thought meeting Ransom was just a lucky strike, turns out your lucky strike might have been forced.

» ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴬⁿᵍˢᵗ/ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

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Pairing: Ransom x Female!Reader

[ One Shot ]

» ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Summary: Every relationship has its ups and downs but what happens when your own downs affect your relationship with Ransom? How will he react when he finds you in pretty bad shape? Will he run away or step up?

» ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

Summary: Richard Drysdale and your father were two of the most powerful men on the east coast. Without having to work together, they found a way to make it their own big territory when Linda Drysdale and your mother got pregnant a few months apart. When Richard steps down, you were to marry Ransom. 25 years later, it's now time for you to meet your husband.

» ꜱʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ [Request] ᴬⁿᵍˢᵗ / ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend was controlling and abusive. He decided everything for you, down to the way you dressed or cut your hair. Now that you've freed yourself from him, you need to learn to pick up the pieces that he broke. What you don't expect is for Ransom Drysdale to not only help you pick them up but to also help you put them back together. Ransom is fiercely loyal to one person and one person only: you. He's not afraid to speak his mind and he will protect you at all costs. Even against bitches who think it's ok to make you feel bad about your first haircut in years.

Pairing: Ransom x Female!Reader

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Summary: On your 18th birthday, you get a tattoo on your arm of what your soulmate’s first words/sentence will be to you. Yours always seemed so sweet until Ransom speaks those words to you in a very condescending way.

Pairing: Ransom x Female!Reader

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Summary: Money has always allowed Ransom to do whatever he wanted without any consequences. Now that Harlan has cut him off and left him to fend for himself, he learns that actions have consequences and that people have feelings. Moving into a loft with 3 other people felt like the worst case scenario for the (ex) trustfund playboy but meeting you was the best thing that could ever happen to him.

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Summary: After the events from Civil War, you and Steve are on the run together. Steve wakes you up in the middle of the night after a bad dream, changing the entire course of your friendship.

Pairing: Nomad!Steve x Female!Reader

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Summary: : You always take care of Andy, now it's his turn to take care of you.

Pairing: Andy x Female!Reader

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Hey darling ❤️ love your writing 3000 :) can u do one with Bucky x reader (they’re together) where he overhears the reader on the phone with her parents that are emotionally & verbally abusive towards her (they always have been) and the reader has to explain it all to him afterwards even tho she’s having a panic attack (bc she’s afraid bucky will leave her since she has no one else to go to ??) and bucky comforts her and reassures her that he’s gonna be there for her and like comfort fluff? I live in an emotionally abusive and manipulative household rn and I tell you your fics are like an escape for me. Even if u don’t do this thank you from the bottom of my heart :)

Hey there, I love you 3000 ❤ I am so so sorry to hear about your situation, and while I'm glad to hear that my writing is an escape for you, I want you to know that I'm here for you. No one should have to go through what you described. I hope that this can bring you some comfort but please, I encourage you to reach out to someone who can help you. My DM's are open as well, you shouldn't face this alone. I'm here for you!!!

You owe them nothing

Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3200 (ish)

Warnings: emotional abuse/gaslighting, manipulation, parent issues, tears, angst, breakdown, fluff.

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You really tried to keep it hidden. It wasn’t something that everyone needed to know about.

Your parents loved you, at least that’s what they had said. But it was one of those things where you felt like it was for show - the kindness that they showed when you were around others faded away once you were alone with them.

You remember once they had said “of course I love you, I’m your parent!”

But that made you wonder how they would treat you if you weren’t theirs.

They were horrible to you for as long as you could remember. Gaslighting you and making you feel like you owed them something even though they were the ones who should have taken care of you.

They were around but never…there. They would be there for family dinners but they were always riddled with criticisms of grades and who you were talking to and how you dressed. All of your hobbies were seen as a waste of time, something you should only do when you had nothing else to do. School came first, naturally, but there was always something they told you you had to do before you could do anything for yourself.

Yet when you would complain about being depressed, they told you to get a hobby because you never do anything.

Tired meant lazy, energetic and passionate meant loud and annoying. When you were quiet they thought you had nothing to say, yet when you expressed your opinions you were told to shut up.

You couldn’t win.

You could never make them happy, there was always something you were doing wrong.

They thought it was their right to monitor who you talked to and saw, what you did outside of school, what sports you could join. When you would say no to the school dances or parties you would make up an excuse about not wanting to go or having work to do. Your friends would call you a buzz kill. Little did they know you would give anything to go.

Whenever you would do something wrong (or anything, period,), your parents would yell at you. They would curse you out, make you cry, only to yell at you for crying like a little bitch.

The older you got, the worse it was.

You thought when you moved out it would be better. But you had all these years of being told you were worthless and having them be your providers. When you got your own place you didn’t really have any friends, nor did you really know how to make friends. You had a job to help you get by, you could support yourself. That wasn’t the issue. You could support yourself, you always had to.

It was that you were so lonely.

You wanted friends but you were so afraid of the criticism you would get. You were afraid to make yourself known, because you were always taught that being told what to do and taught what to think was much more appealing than having your opinion.

But this was an opinionated world.

You were good at what you did, so good that you had gotten a job at S.H.I.E.L.D. You thought that would make you happy, more importantly that it would make your parents happy, but no such luck.

“I got a really great job, guys.”

“Fantastic. I guess you’re just doing so great without us,” they had snapped.

“What? I mean… this is what you wanted right? For me to get a good job?” you had said, confused.

You heard a loud sigh on the other end of the line. “Of course we do, what are you crazy about? Of course we wanted you to get a good job but you just deserted us like we were trash. Have we done nothing for you?”

You felt your heart sink in your stomach. ‘Of course you guys have, I love -”

“Don’t say what you don’t mean. If you really cared about us you’d be helping us out. You got a great job and probably have a huge paycheck that you hoard and you left us here to struggle to make ends meet.”

You took the phone away from your face temporarily to take a shaky breath. Of course they would go there with the salary, why wouldn’t they? All of your paychecks had gone to them, since it was their house and they were feeding you, leaving you with barely enough money for your car and gas and phone bills, only for them to suggest longer hours when you complained.

“I can help you guys out if you need,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

You heard an exasperated sigh on the other line again. “You really should be more grateful, you know? We raised you your entire life and then you leave us alone? You never even call us? You’re so fucking selfish.”

Then the line went dead.

You shook your head and felt tears in your eyes as you spoke to yourself. “Well maybe I would call you if it didn’t always yell at me.”

Of course, you would never say that.

See, it wasn’t so bad. You never said anything because they were only ever mean to you, which would make you uncomfortable. There were people out there that would get hit or who would have to raise themselves from a young age. Once you grew thick skin it wasn’t so bad, you were just being dramatic.

Right?

Your new job was fairly successful, you were fantastic at what you did. You did a lot of behind the scenes work, weapon repair and plans of action with missions. Not that they needed much help with that. Still, they took you in as their friends.

Well, as close as you would let them get to as friends.

It took a while before you warmed up to them. Everyone tended to keep to themselves, but not as much as you. You kept the parts of you hidden away - you were there for a job, you did it, and you did it well. You knew how to do your job but interacting with the team, making friends - you didn’t want to get emotionally attached.

Not like you knew how to make friends to begin with.

Naturally you were drawn to the quieter side of the team, once you were able to open up. They were all nice but sometimes the parties and the jokes were a bit much. You just didn’t want to say or do the wrong thing that would make you the punchline.

No one needed to know about you, or how you would spend your free time being yelled at through a phone with you trying to make it better. That wasn’t part of the job, so you shouldn’t bring it up.

It wasn’t like anyone would want to help. You were just a nuisance to everyone around you.

Right?

No one talked about their life before the team much. Not many people on the team had a great life before the Avengers first came together. Natasha or Wanda had once spoken about how this team was a family. And as much as you wanted to believe it, you helped the team. You weren’t a part of the team. So even if that were true, it didn’t include you.

At least, that was your point of view.

The team viewed you as a part of the team as much as any of them. You didn’t fight with them but you made sure everything would go as smoothly. You were kind and great at what you did, but they wished you would open up more. Of course, being a team of people who had trouble opening up, they understood.

Bucky was one of the ones who took a liking to you, mostly because he saw a lot of himself in you. He could tell there was something that you were trying to get past but weren’t quite able to yet. That there was something bothering but you wouldn’t dare say it for fear of bothering someone. You threw yourself into projects and distractions and from the way you carried yourself, he guessed you were avoiding something that you weren’t ready to work through. At least, not yet.

He knew that feeling too well.

The ex-assassin was one of the easiest for you to open up to because he didn’t expect much from interactions. Both of you were quiet and kept to yourselves that there wasn’t much pressure to share anything or say anything. You knew his past but would never bring it up unless he wanted to. Which eventually, he did. You could tell he felt pressure to be who he was before HYDRA took him, and while Steve was surprised he opened up to you first, you weren’t. Steve knew Bucky before everything, and you didn’t have that bias. He was whoever he was today regardless of who he was yesterday.

And Bucky found comfort in that.

You think you would’ve too, if you thought you deserved it enough to do the same.

See, you were worried that you were making everything worse than it really was. You worried that maybe you were being too sensitive or that what you had grown up with was normal. With everything that everyone on the team went through, a few insults from your parents was hardly anything. You were being dramatic.

There was nothing to be sad or angry about. You just had to get over yourself.

Right?

You were getting by until one night when your parents called, as they did on occasion. You were in the middle of working, so you ignored it. The phone went to voicemail before it started ringing again, and you ignored it, again. The third time you sighed and picked up your phone, turning away from your work.

You took a deep breath before you answered. “Hello?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

You closed your eyes and brought a hand to rub your head. “Well I’m doing fine, thank you, how are you?”

“Don’t give me that attitude. What the fuck are you doing? You’ve been ignoring our calls.”

You stood up to pace the floor slightly, dreading the conversation that was coming. Is it the ‘family is most important’ or the ‘where’s my money?’ speech today? “I’ve been working.”

“What, so work is more important than family now? Is that what this is? You don’t care about us?”

Family speech it is.

“Dad -”

“What if one of us was dying? Huh? Would that be important?”

“Stop it. No one is dying, and I was working. And I have more work to do, so I really have to go.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, I’m your father.”

Gaining confidence you gritted your teeth and snapped, “You know what? I’m an adult now so you can’t tell me what to do.”

There was silence on the other end of the line and you could practically hear the steam coming out of your father’s ears.

At some point Bucky had come down to your working space to check on you, seeing as it was nearly morning. He stopped in the doorway, and seeing you were busy on the phone he thought he would stop by later to give you some privacy. But he stopped when he heard you snap.

You never snap.

“Who do you think you’re talking to you ungrateful little bitch?”

“I’m talking to the people who treated me like shit my entire life and ask me for money when you wouldn’t give me the time of day for 18 fucking years.”

Even you couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. But god did it feel good to say them.

“Are you fucking serious right now? We did nothing for you? What do you think we’ve been doing your whole life? We’ve done everything we did to help you be the best person you could be. You have that job now because of us and you have no right to speak to me that way.”

You chuckled darkly as you looked up at the ceiling, unaware of Bucky’s presence behind you. “My entire life all I’ve ever wanted to do was make you guys proud of me. But you know what? I’m fucking done. You hated me, gaslighted me, and made me hate myself almost as much if not more than you seemed to hate me.”

“I did no such thing you ungrateful -”

“You were supposed to love me and care for me, and all you did was take advantage of me. I’m not your child, I’m a paycheck. I don’t owe you anything because you gave me nothing. So you know what? FUCK. YOU.”

You hung up the phone and tossed it across the room, adrenaline taking over your body as you tried to stop shaking. Because a small part of you felt bad.

But fuck did that feel amazing.

You heard a throat clear behind you and you turned around to see Bucky, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“You okay?”

You nodded nervously, rubbing the sides of your arms. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, unconvincingly. “How much, uh...how much did you -

“Enough,” he said, pushing himself off of the door frame as he crossed over to you. “Who was that?”

“Bucky, don’t, it’s really fine. I just got a little worked up.”

“Y/n,” he started, looking at you with concern. “Who were you talking to?”

“No one.”

“You don’t get upset like that at no one,” he took your hands in his. “Y/n, you're shaking.”

It was then that you realized your hands were still shaking, trying to keep the anxiety of what happened at bay.

It’s going to be so much worse now.

I can never talk to them again.

Is that a good thing? Didn’t I want that?

Bucky could sense you getting lost in your head. “Sweetheart, tell me what happened, please. I want to help you.”

You pulled your hands away from his and crossed your arms. “You can’t help me because there’s nothing wrong, okay? I handled it, it’s over. Done. nothing to worry about.”

“Y/n -”

“No really, there’s nothing you can do, okay?”

“Will you at least let me try?”

You looked at him, adrenaline starting to drain from your system. This was Bucky, your Bucky, who had never done anything but love and support you. He had never done anything to hurt you.

But what if he left you too?

You took in a sharp breath and curled in on yourself, a scared look on your face. Bucky crossed back over to you, seeing a scared look on your face.

“Hey, hey, y/n? Can you look at me?”

You brought your eyes up to meet his, feeling your chest constricting as you tried to keep your breathing even. It wasn’t working.

“I - I’m sorry, you shouldn’t… I’m fine really I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”

“Hey, it’s alright, it’s okay, you have nothing to apologize for,” he pulled you in for a hug and kissed the top of your head. “Let’s go sit down, okay?’

He led you over to your bed and you leaned forward, hands on your knees and head in your hands. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s happening, this - I’m sorry, it’s so stupid, I’m so stupid.”

Bucky rubbed a hand up and down your back, hushing you. “It’s not stupid. If it’s bothering you, it’s not stupid.” Bucky took a small breath. “Do you remember all of those times after nightmares and all those panic attacks you would walk me through? How I thought I was being stupid?”

“You weren’t being stupid”

“And neither are you.”

You took some more shaky breaths as tears kept falling down your face. “You’re okay. It’s alright, I’m right here.”

Bucky let you calm down, knowing you would talk about it if you wanted to. He wanted you to talk about it so he could help you (and hurt whoever upset you) but he wouldn’t force you into telling him anything you didn’t want to.

The two of you sat in the silence, Bucky looking at you with soft eyes as you kept your face hidden.

“I haven’t told you a goddamn thing about me. You ever wonder why?”

You looked over at Bucky, eyebrows creased with slight confusion.

“They said blood was supposed to be thicker than water. That family comes first, right? I spent my whole life listening to them and following them and being the perfect kid. I made myself into everything they wanted me to be. And it still wasn’t enough for them.”

Bucky tilted his head slightly. He hadn’t known his parents much before they died but he had always wanted to have more time. But he wasn’t oblivious to the fact that not everyone had good parents.

“You know, I remember thinking that once I made it they would be happy. That if I worked hard enough or went onto do great things that they would be proud of me. That’s all I ever wanted, you know?” you said, voice wavering as you let out a bitter laugh. “But it’s not, you know? Never is, never was, never will be. All they do is take and take and no matter how good I am they’re always gonna hate me because I can’t be perfect.”

“No one’s perfect, y/n.”

“Well that’s what they want me to be. I know I can’t be perfect so I know they’ll never be happy. That they’ll call me ungrateful and selfish for succeeding and for leaving them when they never wanted me to be there to begin with.” You felt tears spill over as you wiped them away. “And I’m ust so fucking done with being a disappointment to them and to everyone else.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“I don’t know,” you said softly, not really wanting to be more vulnerable.

Bucky, sensing this was a time he could push you, challenged you. “I think you do.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t want anyone to see me the way they did. I thought what they said wasn’t true but...I just thought that maybe I was overreacting. Other people have it worse you know - some people have no parents or some have it so much worse. Mine just yell at me you know? Tell me everything’s my fault and that they wish they’d never had me. That I’m ungrateful for not being with them and that I owe them. I just...I heard that for the first 18 years of my life. I didn’t need any more of it.”

“y/n, that’s…” he swallowed, trying to contain his anger. “That’s not normal. No one should have to go through that. You can’t possibly think you're a bad person.”

Your shrug was enough to tell him that you did.

“Y/n, I don’t know who your parents think they are but you don’t owe them a damn thing. You may be related to them but you have no obligation to love your parents if they treat you like that. You have every right to be angry or to hate them. It doesn’t make you a bad person to be angry with someone who hurt you.”

“But they’re my family.”

“Well they didn’t treat you like it. You have us now, you don’t need them anymore. We’re your family. And we’re not gonna leave you.”

“They didn’t leave me Bucky, I left them.”

“You can’t leave someone who was never there for you.”

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immersed-in-mischief · 2 years

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Second Chances (Loki x OFC) Chapter 16

Chapter 16

“What was I supposed to say to him Nat?”

Ryleigh laid on Natasha’s bed staring at the ceiling. After returning to her room last night, she had been unable to fall asleep. The way she acted towards Loki continued to play through her head and she felt horrible for how short she had been with him. Nat leaned her head out from the shower curtain to grab the razor she forgot on the bathroom counter and yelled out to her.

“You could start with the truth Jess. He deserves to know.”

Ryleigh got up off the bed and walked into the bathroom sitting on the counter so they could speak at a normal volume. The last thing she wanted right now was for someone, specifically the person in question, to walk by and overhear their conversation since they were yelling back and forth across the rooms at each other.

“He forfeited that right when he chose his own ego over me Nat. I chose him and he didn’t choose me. What’s done is done. I got played and was too stupid to see it. I still can’t believe I ever thought he loved me. Loki did a great job of setting that record straight. Hell, he even had the nerve to do it in front of the entire team and Director Fury as well.”

Nat turned off the shower and reached out for a towel. Jess grabbed it from behind her and put it in her hand before walking back into the bedroom.

“You know he loves you Jess. He wouldn’t have come back if he didn’t.”

Ryleigh threw herself back down on the bed.

“Loki sure didn’t seem to love me when he threw me under the bus to Fury and couldn’t wait to leave me to go back to Asgard. Plus, I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t have some underlying motive behind coming back to accept Fury’s offer.”

She sat up and looked at Nat as she walked in to get dressed.

“Hey, who’s side are you on here anyways?! You certainly didn’t have a problem being Team Screw Loki when I was recovering from emergency surgery alone and he was nowhere to be found.”

“Come on Jess, what kind of question is that? You know I fully support your right to be hurt and upset with him. I am in no way saying that all is forgiven with him. What I am saying is that I have to be able to trust the ones out in the field with me to have my back. I can’t possibly do that while holding grudges. It’s those grudges that nearly got Wanda killed.”

The mention of the incident a few weeks ago was enough to get Ryleigh to change her attitude. Nat had a good point and she needed to respect that. Taking a deep breath, Natasha stopped searching through her dresser and turned to face her. The expression on her face had shifted from concerned friend to Agent Romanoff.

“Are you really going to preach to the team about working together and being more accepting when you refuse to talk to one of the members yourself? You came back knowing you would be his boss now. Learning to trust each other on missions starts with you, babe, and you know that. I’m not saying that you have to trust him with your heart again. I’m just saying that you need to find a way to forgive him and move on. If not for you, then do it for the team. This is our last shot at changing the director’s mind on us. How can you expect your team to work through their issues with him when you refuse to?”

Ryleigh laid back down and covered her face with her hands to hide her groan.

“Damn Natasha, do you have to be right every time?!”

Ryleigh sat in her office trying to get some work done but she couldn’t get Nat’s words out of her head. She hated when she was right. What kind of leader would she be if she completely excluded a member of the team? If she was going to save this team and make them work together again, she had to sort things out with Loki. They may not be together anymore, but they had to at least be friends. She had to do it for the team. They had started out as friends and they had to find a way back to that again. The man she loved was gone and she needed to be able to work with the man he was now as a member of this team if she had a fighting chance to save her family

She got up from her desk and walked down the hall to the living room. Ryleigh had seen him sitting in the living room reading as she walked to her office earlier. Sure enough, he was still there. She didn’t want to draw attention to them though with a few of the members laughing around the island in the kitchen right now. Good thing he made it easy to be discreet.

“Hey Laufeyson!”

Her voice in his head startled him for a minute. It had been so long since he had felt her presence in his mind that it both surprised him and made him crave it once again. He looked around the room until his eyes found her standing in the hallway leaning around the corner into the living room.

“Can we talk?”

His eyes followed hers over to the company in the kitchen, now understanding her reasoning with being discreet. Loki gave her a quick nod and watched her walk back down the hall, presuming she would be in her office. Closing his book, he set it aside and silently made his way across the space towards the hallway. His mind raced the entire way there as he wasn’t sure what to expect. There were now two versions of her he had to interact with since her return, the one he still loved and wished he could fix things with and the agent that was his boss now. Sadly, both of them were still strangers to him now. Jessica was already sitting at her desk when Loki walked in. She tilted her head to the door, and he closed it giving them some privacy before sitting on the couch across from her.

“Hey. I just wanted to apologize for last night. I was defensive and short with you and you didn’t deserve that. I can’t lecture this team on working together and make them get along then turn around and be rude to you. There’s no way to save this team with that kind of attitude. I have to set a good example for them if I expect the same from them in return. Things between us didn’t end on what I would call the best of terms but for the sake of this team, we have to find a way to move passed it and be friends again. Now that I’m officially your boss, we have to do things the right way this time.”

Loki nodded, knowing it took a lot of courage for her to even talk to him right now.

“No worries Jessica.”

Loki cringed at his mistake.

“I guess addressing you as Agent Ryleigh may be more appropriate now given our current situation.”

She chuckled and shook her head.

“God, they both sound wrong. Let’s just stick with Ryleigh. Deal?”

He chuckled and watched her smile at him for the first time since she returned yesterday. It gave him just enough courage to get the words out that he had longed to say for months.

“Deal. Ryleigh it is, then… While I have the chance, I want to apologize as well. That day in the conference room…”

His heart sank as he watched her smile disappear and a blank expression take its place. Loki could visually see her shut back down before his very eyes. The slight glimmer of light in her eyes quickly blew out once again. Before he could continue, she interjected.

“It’s not necessary. You didn’t want to be on the team, and I had you backed into a corner. While it wasn’t the best way to handle it, I don’t blame you for lashing out at us. We both said harsh things to each other that day. It was stupid enough for us to have a one-night stand, let alone try to make it into more than what it really was, Laufeyson. It was a mistake for us to pretend it was something more than that.”

Loki nodded. His lips formed a tight line as he tried to hold his words and emotions inside. While he expected her to be angry, the word she used wasn’t what he ever thought she would say.

Jessica had just called their love a mistake…

“It’s for the best that it just stays in the past and we move forward from it. At least this way, we both get what we want. I ended up getting my job back, for now at least, and you got to be on the team because you chose to, not because you were forced into it. I hope we can find a way to still work together to save the team.”

Still unable to speak, he gave a polite smile and nodded once more. As if she was the picture of professionalism, she stood up and offered her hand out to him. He shook it and turned to leave.

Loki didn’t return to his book. Checking to see that the occupants of the kitchen were still distracted, he snuck out the backdoor onto the patio and walked down the path into the clearing behind the compound. It was a trail he had taken many times in the last few months when he needed a few minutes to be alone.

Once he knew was out of ear shot, Loki let a heartbreaking scream escape as he punched the tree he was standing underneath. The wood splintered and flew in all directions around him as if it was straw. Watching the tall structure crash to the ground in front of him, he fell to the dirt below it and leaned back against what was left of the trunk. He had broken the one person in his life that had loved him. The image of her standing before him last night in the training room came to his thoughts once more.

Now that she was in a sports bra and athletic shorts, he could see why her clothes had been so baggy. She was thinner than he had expected. Jessica no longer had the curvier shape to her he enjoyed so much. Her stomach was flat, and he could start to make out the hint of her ribcage. Even with her now toned muscles, she looked fragile. When their eyes locked together for the first time, he couldn’t find the same light in them as before. They now held a hollowness to them and seemed ice cold. The blue was no longer bright. They looked more stone gray with dark circles, as if she hadn’t slept in days. Her makeup earlier had covered them so well. She looked exhausted and weak. Loki’s heart broke all over again at the thought that he had caused this. He had robbed her soul of joy and it now matched the darkness in his. The fact that she was completely out of breath told him she had been in there for some time and she looked drained of all her energy. Jessica’s appearance now made sense. Working out this hard had become a habit to her and she obviously wasn’t sleeping either given the current hour.

Jessica had loved him until he had pushed her away too. He had captured her heart and then shattered it in front of everyone she cared about. Loki felt like the monster Stark thought he was all along. Her words continued to echo in his head. It was stupid for them to be together? Something more than it was? A mistake?

That’s what she thought of him now.

The worst part of it all was he couldn’t be mad at her for feeling that way. Jessica had given herself over to him without holding anything back. She had every right to give his heart back to him. Loki had broken the promise he made to her. He was supposed to fight for them and instead he had used his words to hurt her. She had wanted him and her job and instead he took both of those things from her. Now she just wanted to be friends for the sake of the team.

Loki knew in his heart that he could never just be friends with Jessica, not after giving all of himself over to her. At least she was back in his life now. If she needed to only be friends, he would certainly pretend that’s all they were. He would give his life for that woman if she asked him to. He could tell in her eyes that she wasn’t herself anymore. His tears began to fall even harder at the thought that he had ruined something so beautiful and special.

Every part of his being wanted to run, but Loki owed it to her. He had to help her find happiness again, even if he wasn’t what made her happy. If he could put the joy back in her eyes again by saving her team and her job, then he would do that for her before leaving, if that’s what she needed from him. He owed her that and so much more.

What Loki didn’t know what that in that very moment, Jessica was sitting in the floor of her bedroom crying for him too. She saw the look on his face when she said they had been a mistake. His pain had caught her off guard. Even though she knew it would hurt to see him again, she couldn’t have predicted this kind of pain.

She knew the team needed her, but it was impossible for her to run from the past when it was directly in front of her. Her anger during the meeting had made it easier to see him but when she watched him walk away last night, not saying a single word to her, her heart broke all over again. Ryleigh knew that things would be different but him being indifferent to her was more than she could handle. It was part of the reason it had been so easy to be cold towards him in the training room last night. Ryleigh had spent six months thinking he had played her, like her heart was a game to him. At the time, she thought Loki had really fooled her and that she obviously didn’t matter to him. The team had welcomed her back with open arms, but Loki didn’t. He sat away from them all by himself then just left to go upstairs without a word to her. Of course, he didn’t love her back. Manipulation was his thing wasn’t it? She didn’t mean a damn thing to Loki, and their baby wouldn’t have mattered to him either. Their child would have meant everything to her though…

She hadn’t expected to see weakness in him again. Part of her wondered if she had been too quick to assume that everyone was right about him. The rest of her was jaded and broken though. A man that loved you wouldn’t let you go through this hell alone like he did. She had called out to him a few times after it happened but got no response from him.

No voice echoed back to her.

Now knowing he had been in Asgard, maybe their connection didn’t travel that far. Jessica had laid in that hospital bed for a week hoping he would walk through the door. She prayed that even better, she would wake up to find it had all been a dream and that they were still in love and their baby was safe.

Sadly, Loki never showed up and she never woke up from this nightmare. Ryleigh had no fear at all falling in love with him, but now, she was scared of everything.

She was scared of moving on without him.

She was scared of never being able to love again.

Most of all, she was scared that his love had just been an illusion by the God of Mischief.

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one last dance (rewrite)

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pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

words: ~1,580

warnings: a little angst to get me back into writing

requested: nope :p

a/n: i took a not-so-mini break bc writer's block hit me like a tank. anyways, this was a fic i made a long time ago based on a song called 'one last dance' by R5. happy reading! ♡

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

"When someone else's happiness is your happiness, that's how you know it's love. But unfortunately, Y/N/N, sometimes the only way to love someone is from afar."

It was something your father told you in passing once, and though you had listened to him then, you never thought that it would ever apply to you.

But now, watching her dance and smile and laugh and love, surrounded by friends and family, the echo of your father's words bring a dull ache to your chest.

Even though the hidden corners of the hall had been serving as your refuge for the better part of the reception, you never really could shy away from Wanda.

Especially not now.

So, you allow your heart to race slightly when she catches your eye from across the room. You allow yourself to breathe and smile back just as wide when she flashes a grin your way.

You don't even think twice before your feet are closing the distance between the two of you.

"I was starting to think you weren't going to show up."

You say nothing at first, too focused on ignoring the guilt clawing at your chest at her words. It's meant to be the happiest day of her life, you chastise yourself, and she spend most of it worrying about whether or not you'd show up.

"I know it must've feel cruel to invite you here, after everything but I want you here-"

"-Wanda." You interrupt her, resting a reassuring hand on her arm and gently squeezing twice.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world."

And it's true. As much as it hurt to be here, to watch the woman you love vow themselves to someone else for the rest of her life, you wanted to be here to show your support as her best friend.

Your ears perk slightly at the opening chords of the song, inwardly chuckling to yourself at the irony of the lyrics.

Taking a step back to put space between you and Wanda, you bow slightly while holding your hand out, palm facing up as you meet her eyes.

"May I have this dance?"

The blush that makes it way to her cheeks brings a smile to your face, lacing your hands together when she rests her hand atop of yours.

You lead her to the dance floor, your hands finding their spot on her waist while she reaches up to wrap her own around your neck, bodies stepping closer to one another.

The closeness of Wanda pressed against you as you sway her slowly, coupled with the fact that she's looking at you like you're the only two in the room has your mind wandering to a scenario where you didn't have to let go any time soon, where you didn't need to let go.

And while you were off, lost in your own thoughts, Wanda was just as lost in her own. Remembering something you had told Steve, who in turn, told Wanda.

Something you had told to what seemed like everyone but didn't have the heart to tell Wanda yourself.

"What do you mean she's leaving?" She asked Steve, cornering the taller man in the kitchen after overhearing his conversation with Natasha.

You were leaving the team.

Leaving her.

Steve sighed, knowing that the truth would come out sooner or later and with the way the smaller woman was looking at him, eyes starting to glow red as she waited for him to answer, he knew lying would only make matters worse.

"She asked to be relocated and assigned to a new team." He answered.

"What?"

"Y/N is leaving, Wanda. There's not much else I can tell you. She said she needed to go, felt like her time with us was over and doesn't have a place here anymore."

Giving her a look of sympathy, Steve left her standing alone before she could ask him more questions about your decision.

Wanda wanted to be angry with you.

Hell, she had a right to. After all, you all but disappeared the moment you caught wind of her engagement with Vision, and this would be the first time in months that she- that anyone had seen you.

Everyone knew why you left though, and even if they didn't they could infer as to why.

You had to watch the woman you love, love someone else. Wanda knew damn well that this could be the last time she saw you, let alone be this close to you and talk to you.

"So...you're really leaving?" She asked, watching your carefully. She already knew the answers, but it was one thing to know and another to hear you say it yourself.

You don't meet her eyes as you nod, instead focusing on something over her shoulder.

"I just… I feel like I don't have a place here, you know?"

She frowned slightly, but the blow of your words made Wanda stop in her tracks. "Y/N, that's not tr-"

"I didn't mean it like that, I loved my time with you guys, you're like family to me and you always will be. This place will always be home to me, and I'll come back in a heartbeat if you ever need me but right now I just can't stay. I need to clear my head and get things straight.

"This is for the best, for all of us."

You sounded like you were still trying to convince yourself that leaving was what you wanted to do. But Wanda knew that this was something you needed to do, and who was she to stop you in finding peace?

"So, this is it?"

She fights the urge to stomp her foot on the ground like a little kid, to tell you that it wasn't fair that you were leaving her when it felt like she just got you back.

She can see in your eyes how hard it is for you to even be in this room, the defeated smile you were giving her telling her everything she needed to know.

You wanted to be strong and stay. Stay here with her, with the people you love more than anything in the world.

But if the last few months had told you anything, it was that you weren't as strong as you hoped you were.

Staying here would only cause you more pain, seeing the two of them together would just bring more harm than good. If you wanted to go back to the way things were before, you had to get over her. For good.

"One last dance before I go." You whisper.

As the song comes to an end you pull her into your arms, sighing deeply as she snakes her arms around your shoulders tightly.

"I wish you all the happiness in the world, Wan. Out of everyone in the world, you deserve it the most. So take care of yourself for me, okay?" You whisper softly in your ear, biting the inside of your cheek to keep the tears at bay.

The tightness in your throat was making it hard for you to say everything you wanted to say, so you didn't say anything at all, pulling back from the hug just enough to meet her eyes.

I love you so much, you think, but you already knew that.

You drop your hands from her waist when you see Vision making his way over to the two of you, stepping back to create distance between you and his wife. You clear your throat and plaster on a smile, congratulating the newly-wed couple as he wraps his arm around her waist.

She knew that you meant for her to listen inside your head, letting her in and telling her those words that were for her and only her to hear.

"Take care of yourself too, Y/N."

You don't meet her eyes again after that, your eyes still glossy with tears that she knew would fall the moment they were out of your sight.

She sees you glance towards the exit when you think neither of them were looking, shoving your hands in your pockets before you excuse yourself, telling them that there was something you needed to do before the reception ended.

Maybe it's to say goodbye to the rest of the team, or maybe you were just going to disappear into the night.

Either way, Wanda knows that it was time for you to go.

You glance back at them as you reach the exit, watching him hold her in the same way you were not even five minutes ago.

As long as she's happy, then I am too, even if I only get to love her from afar.

Looking up into her husbands eyes, something inside Wanda felt wrong.

Like she was staring into the wrong pair of eyes, the hands on her waist too heavy, the voice speaking to her too deep.

She closes her eyes and imagines your (e/c) eyes staring into her own, familiar and soft hands resting on her waist pulling her closer, the soft timbre of your voice filling her ears.

Guilt fills her body when she opens her eyes and is disappointed with what she sees. She's made her choice, and you've made yours.

She thinks back to the two dances she's just shared; one with the person she married and one with the person she's starting to think she wished she married instead.

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New In Town (part two) - Kaz Brekker

Request: nope Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader Summary: you're exploring ketterdam and happen to overhear an interesting conversation Warnings: none Word count: 2.6K A/N: ketterdam my beloved <3 <3 <3 PREVIOUS PART | NEXT PART TAG LIST (all grishaverse fics): @ayushmitadutta @mrs-brekker15@dancingwith-sunflowers @thegirlwiththeimpala @parker-natasha@story-scribbler@romanoffstarkovs @daliareads @meiitanoia @itsnotquimey @sanktaesperanza@whymyparentscheckmyphone@aleksanderwh0r3 @ilovemarvelanne1 @marlenaisnthappy @tomridlessecretvampiredemigod TAG LIST (Kaz Brekker): @mufnasa @janesofia7 @stairscortana add yourself to my tag lists here (bold means I couldn't tag you for some reason!)

You spend the first weeks wandering around the city, getting to know the streets, canals, and its secrets. Every morning you wake up early to leave the pub when the regulars aren't there yet.

You like Ketterdam in the morning. It seemed like everyone collectively decided to sleep in every day. When walking the empty streets, you feel like the city belongs to you, even though you only arrived a couple of weeks ago.

During your short stay, you couldn't help but to develop some habits and routines. Normally, you made sure no one could figure out your habits and favorite spots, but somehow you felt like nobody in Ketterdam cared enough to pay attention to an outsider like you.

Especially when said outsider definitely didn't look rich.

Your clothes had worn out, because you hadn't taken your bag with you and had spent all of your money on rent for your room. But the owner of the building had agreed to give you a job at the pub.

You made a little money on the nights you worked as a bartender. You saved part of it, and spend part of it on clothes. First was a shirt, that was slightly too big but at least it didn't have stains on it or holes in it.

Next up was a new pair of pants. You picked them out carefully, buying one with wide legs so you could easily hide your weapons. It also has a lot of pockets, which was useful as well.

You then bought a new coat. It was a long, black coat. Perfect for wrapping it tightly around you and disappearing into the shadows during the nights you were on the streets.

Your boots weren't worn out just yet, so you hadn't spend money on a new pair. You kept your old clothes at the room, in case you needed a change of clothes. Old ones were better than no clothes at all.

With every piece of clothing you bought, you felt more like you had been in Ketterdam for a long time. Part of you felt like you needed to blend in, and buying Kerch clothes was a perfect way to do so.

You wake up on a particular sunny day. At first, you're excited to spend the day walking around the city, exploring the outer edges of the city.

But your good mood soon disappears when you remember you have an extra long shift to work at the pub today.

It's not like you particularly enjoy working at the pub. Most of the guests seem to think they can do anything to you when they're drunk.

The regulars know not to mess with you, but the new customers weren't around to witness you break three fingers of a guy who put his hand on your waist.

Even though less people messed with you now, there are still some who believe they can convince you to have a drink with them. You always have to smile and politely refuse, telling them you're working.

You'd much rather work your usual jobs, but you had yet to find out how to get someone to notice you. You didn't trust the gangs - yet. Simply because you didn't know enough about them.

Sure, you had the guts to march into whatever their main building was, but if you didn't have any dirt on them, it wouldn't be very useful. Besides, you'd much rather watch them try to anxiously get you to forget the information you had gathered.

You loved to have your clients beg for their pride when they double crossed you, or hadn't paid you enough. But you didn't dare to walk into a house full of trained gang members simply because your job at the pub was dull.

It was boring, and your skills were useless, but at least you got paid. It was just enough to cover the rent of the room, but a little money is still better than none at all.

If you could just find out some more information on the different gangs, you'd be able to join one of them, using the secrets you discover as leverage.

It's not like you had always wanted to join a gang. But the streets of Ketterdam are more dangerous than the ones in Ravka or Fjerda. Being part of a gang provided protection. You knew no one would touch you if you were part of a gang. Except maybe members of rival gangs, but you could handle those.

But for now, you're stuck serving rich tourists and drunk regulars.

Though it was a boring job and nothing exciting really happened, you did learn a lot by listening to their conversations. Gang members didn't often come to the pub, but guards, merchant's servants and advisors, people of the Stadwatch and other interesting people did.

You'd already learned a great deal about them by listening to their conversations. As someone who worked at the pub, you could come closer without any of them getting suspicious.

If only some gang members came in for a drink, you'd be able to listen in on their conversations as well. But you figured they'd have their own clubs, or other pubs they like to go to.

After a quick breakfast and a morning walk in the sun, you're already back at the pub, getting ready to start your shift.

Luckily, there aren't many people in the pub this early. You spend your time washing glasses, occasionally serving people, tiding up the place.

Around noon, it starts to get busier. But that's also when more people start their shifts, so you don't have to do all of it on you own. Even though it's busier the later the hour gets, it's still boring to you.

The same people are there and they order the same drinks, making the same lame jokes, hoping to make you laugh. The best you can do is a forced smile which disappears as soon as you turn your back on them.

When your shift is almost over, you're standing behind the bar. You're cleaning the glasses people used today, trying not to zone out as you stare at the open doors on the other side of the pub.

People are laughing and talking loudly, but it all seems oddly far away from you.

Suddenly, your coworker nudges your shoulder and gestures with her head to the entrance.

'They're not regulars, are they?' she says.

You look at the people she pointed out. Two boys around your age walked in the pub. One of them is tall, curls falling down on his forehead, and there's a grin on his face.

The other one is shorter, leaning on a cane and dressed head to toe in black, as if he's going to attend a funeral. Unlike the other boy, he doesn't have a smile on his face. Instead, he walks to the nearest table and sits down, signalling to the bar.

Your coworker wants to approach them, but you're faster.

'I've got this one.' you say with a smile.

You didn't see many people like this in your pub, and your curiosity got the better of you. Besides, you hadn't seen them in the city, making you believe they are from the parts of the city you rarely go to.

And since it's not weird for a bartender to make small talk, you approach them with a smile.

'Good evening!' you say cheerfully. 'How can I help you today?'

'Hello love!' says the taller boy as he returns your smile. 'I'll have a beer.'

'Great choice.' you say.

You turn to the other one, quickly scanning him up and down and noticing he's wearing gloves. Which seems odd, since it's such a nice sunny day. But then again, there are a lot of odd people in Ketterdam.

'And what can I get you, sir?' you say.

Just as he looks at you and wants to answer you, the taller boy speaks up again.

'You don't have to call us sir, you know, we're basically the same age.' he says.

'And how would you know that?' you say.

'I'm a good gambler.' he says, leaning back in his chair.

You see how the other boy raises his eyebrows at him.

'He's not a good gambler.' he says. 'I'm good.'

'You sure you don't want anything to drink?' you say, deciding to see if you can find out more about them. 'You're in a pub after all, and we've got some good stuff.'

'I'm good.' he says again, more firmly, indicating you don't have to ask again.

'Alright then.' you say. You turn to the taller boy again. 'I'll come back shortly, with your beer.'

'Thanks.' he says with a wink.

You smile at him and walk back to the bar. You notice your coworker was a little too late to subtly look away.

'What were you talking about?' she asks.

'What they want to drink.' you simply say, reaching out to take a beer and open it.

'And?' she presses on.

'And that's it. The other one didn't want anything to drink.' you say.

'Why's he dressed like that?' she says.

You shrug. 'Tell me the answer when you ask him.' you say.

You walk back to the two and notice how they quickly cut off their conversation. With a smile, you set the beer down in front of the tall boy.

'There you go.' you say. 'Enjoy.'

He thanks you, and you turn to the dark-haired boy again.

'Are you sure I can't get you something?' you say.

He briefly shakes his head. You turn back to the taller boy again. Apparently, he's the talkative one.

'So, you're a gambler?' you say to him.

'I can't say no to a game of cards every now and then.' he says.

Before you can ask him another question, the other boy speaks up again.

'Jesper, cut the small talk.' he says.

So the taller one was called Jesper, that's at least a start.

The tall one, Jesper, looks offended. 'I can have a conversation, Kaz, relax.' he says. He turns back to you. 'You a gambler?' he says.

You shake your head. 'I never really understood it. And I haven't gotten a chance to go to one of the gambling halls yet.' you say.

'You should tag along some time, I can teach you the basics.' says Jesper.

'That would be amazing.' you say, surprised at how easy it is to get Jesper to engage in a conversation. You wonder what else you can learn about him.

Unfortunately, a large group of tourists enter the pub, loudly telling you to come and take their orders. You don't bother to hide the disgust and annoyance on your face.

'Looks like I'll have to pass. I'm working, after all.' you say. 'Let me know if I can get you guys anything else.'

'You got it.' says Jesper as you walk over to the large group of tourists.

Of all the people that stopped by for a drink, you loathed tourists the most. They always seemed to think that if they were in a different country, basic rules about human decency didn't apply.

They're loudly shouting their orders at you and as you walk back to the bar to get their drinks, you can feel their eyes on you. No doubt they were talking about you.

You bring them their drinks with a forced smile, ignoring their horrible flirting. The second you turn your back on them, you let your smile disappear. You then catch Jesper's eye, who had been looking at your encounter with the tourists.

'Tourists are all the same.' you say as you walk up to him to retrieve his empty beer glass.

'They look nice.' he tries.

'They're assholes.' you say. 'Every tourist that comes in here thinks because I'm a bartender they can shamelessly flirt with me and pull me closer. But they give excellent tips, so I can't really complain.'

'If you don't like serving them, why not get a different job?' asks Jesper.

'Because I need the money.' you say. 'Don't really have a lot of choice. Can I get you anything else?'

'Another beer, please.' he says.

'Jesper.' says the other boy.

You turn to look at him, you almost forgot he was there. Jesper had taken off his coat, but Kaz was still wearing his long black coat and gloves.

'No more drinks, I need you sober for this.' says Kaz.

'Okay, dad.' says Jesper. 'He never lets me do anything fun.' he then whispers to you, loud enough for Kaz to hear.

'I'll leave you two to it, then.' you say.

You walk away from their table to clean a table of a couple who just left the bar. Normally, you'd do a quick sweep and head back to serving customers.

But something about Jesper and Kaz has gotten your attention. Jesper seems like a cheerful, fun person to be around. Kaz, on the other hand, looks like he hasn't smiled in his entire life. You wondered why they would go to a pub together.

You take out a piece of cloth and start to slowly clean the table, but focusing on Jesper and Kaz behind you. They're talking in such hushed voices, you're having a hard time understanding them.

But you do manage to hear a few sentences of their conversation.

'We enter as guards, Nina, Matthias and Inej go in disguised as party guests.' says Kaz in a low voice.

'Why can't I be a party guest as well?' says Jesper.

'Because we can't afford you to drink and flirt, we need to to confirm that diamond necklace is the real thing.' says Kaz. 'So we move quickly and don't attract too much attention.'

'Fine.' says Jesper. 'But next time we're crashing a merchant's party, I get to be one of the party guests as well. I want to have a good time.'

You quickly straighten your back and walk past them, back to the bar. You didn't want to give them the idea you'd been listening to their conversation.

So they were planning on robbing some rich woman who owned a diamond necklace. And Jesper would be the one to confirm the diamonds are real. Only Grisha could do that. And there were more on their crew, at least three more. If you could figure out what party they had been talking about, you could try and get in as well.

As you're standing behind the bar, talking to one of your coworkers, you see Jesper and Kaz get up. While standing in the doorway, Jesper waves happily at you. Kaz is already out of the pub.

You smile and wave back at him.

If only he knew that in just a few minutes, you had discovered they'd steal a priceless necklace, and that they were gang members. Because who else would dare to steal a necklace someone would be wearing at a crowded party?

Only gangs would be bold enough to do something like that. You didn't know what gang they were part of, but that wasn't the kind of information you need to acquire. Right now, all you had to do was find out where and when the party was being held.

You could be quicker than them, and snatch the diamonds away from them. You could buy yourself a nice new set of knives, or rent a bigger room.

Either way, you were going to get a lot of money.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

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And Those I Can’t Charm, I Can Kill (P.1)

Title: And Those I Can’t Charm, I Can Kill (Part One) Summary: Fem!Reader x Mafia!Tony Stark. Too many fringe gangs were making ties and your father noticed. He reached out to the Stark mob for an alliance, offering up a piece of his territory at first. When Stark told him he had enough land, your father offered up the next best thing: you. He knew Stark needed a wife and what better way to solidify a relationship between the two mafia families? You were not naïve, you knew the life and you were trained with guns and negotiations. Your father had made sure of that. The two of you had seen each other on multiple occasions at mafia get togethers and knew of each other. Stark accepted the transaction but little did he know he was going to get a little hellion handed over to him that would not kiss the ground he walked on. He would grow to love it too. Words: 1,656 Warnings (more WILL be added, I am sure): Eventual smut, power dynamics, sexism, smut, public sex, fingering, dom/sub powerplay, kidnapping, violence, death, knife kink, gun kink, angst with a happy ending

Author’s Note: READ the intro! This chapter starts there.

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You barely remember the wedding ceremony. There had been no courting, no engagement whatsoever to speak of between you and your now husband, Tony Stark. Your marriage was a business transaction between him and your father. The ceremony had been short and sweet, the reception being the thing people were most concerned with and between your father and Tony, the food and drink had been exceptional. You had kept your head about you, not drinking too much, and turning down drugs that had been offered. Tony had done the same, much to your surprise. He was being as cautious about you as you were being about him in turn; neither wanted the other to get the jump on them.

A town car, driven by one of his men, had come at the end of your night to take the two of you to the airport to your honeymoon. On the drive, the car was quiet, the pair of you on your phones or looking out the window, with small comments about the reception sprinkled in. Neither of you were pretending this was anything more than it was at this point; you were practically strangers, only having crossed paths a couple times a year before now.

Plus, you were not inclined to speak with him considering what you had been told by one of your bridesmaids. Tony had apparently been bragging about how he was going to get you into bed on the honeymoon. One of your girlfriends had happened to overhear him speaking to a handful of his men in what was supposed to be a private conversation. There had been comment from another about your ‘rack’ looking ‘delectable’ in your wedding gown and that term had made you gag. Another told him it should be ‘easy’ to get you on your back considering your reputation for clubbing. You despised the men in this business sometimes.

He had not gotten you into bed on the honeymoon. Much to his extreme annoyance; he had trouble hiding his temper, that much you had figured out already. You had kept yourself occupied with local attractions and the pool for the weekend.

His mansion was foreign to you and even after a month, you had still not settled in. And he was still trying to strong arm you with his comments and behavior to be submissive. Just like he was doing right now with his trying to order you around to get him and his men drinks. Fat chance. You stayed relaxed on your floatie, hearing June, your personal favorite of the servants because she was not an idiot and could hold a good conversation, gathering up the champagne to take over to them.

<><><>

Later in the evening, you came out of your closet, finding Tony walking into his. He was uncuffing his dress shirt and he stopped seeing you.

“That’s a nice dress,” Tony commented, his eyes running over you quickly, eyes only lingering at the tight fabric around your hips for the briefest of moments. “Mind telling me where you’re going?”

“Out.”

“Y/N.” There was warning in his tone.

He had an annoying habit of tracking you whenever you left the house. Whether or not he thought you were going to betray the marriage deal, cheat on him, or he was just a control freak – the last being very likely considering the sexism in the mafia – you were unsure. But it drove you up the wall he wanted tabs on you all the time.

Sighing as you dug through your clutch to make sure you had everything you needed, you told him, “I’m going out with my friends.”

“Where?” he pressed.

“The Bungalow,” you answered seeing your friend texted that she was outside. “It’s in Santa Monica.”

Tony chewed on the inside of his cheek, staring you down. You looked up at his silence finding the glower being aimed at you.

“What?” you asked exasperated.

“Be back by midnight.”

“You’re not my fucking parent, Tony.”

Tony rose his eyebrows in annoyance at your tone. “No, you’re right. I’m your husband. And as your husband, I’m telling you I want you back home by midnight. It doesn’t look good if you’re out partying until 3:00 in the morning all the time. That shit is gonna stop sooner rather than later.”

“It’s almost 8:00 and it takes a half hour—”

Tony cut in, “Then it sounds like you better stop arguing with me and get going.”

Clenching your jaw, you turned away from him and stomped out of your bedroom.

“Maybe invite your friends here next time! It’s not like there’s not a bar and pool here,” you heard him call after you.

You were suppressing the urge to scream as you descended the staircase. Just because you were married did not mean your life had to end. In the hall, you ran into one of his guys, Bucky, meandering with a drink in hand. He spotted you and gave you a smile. You forced an extremely fake one for a split second before storming past him out the front door.

Instead of forcing your friend to have to drive you home so early in the night and cutting their fun short, you risked taking an Uber by yourself back home. There were still cars outside which meant mafia members were still over. It was ten after midnight. You had had half a mind to invite your friends home, prepared to throw Tony’s words back at him about the pool and the bar. But you were afraid that the mafia would still be here and that had proven to be a legitimate fear. Plus, if Tony had lost his temper, you did not want to put your friends in that awkward position of witnessing that.

You slammed the front door as loudly as you could and immediately made your way towards the kitchen to make yourself a stiff drink. Throwing your clutch onto the kitchen island, you kicked your shoes off as well, leaving them haphazardly on the tile. You could hear music and voices coming from down the hall in what you assumed was the billiard room.

The vodka cran was stiff just like you wanted, and you took a huge gulp, leaning on the counter.

Natasha walked into the kitchen, and she paused seeing you before smiling; you returned it weakly.

“Looking for the chip stash,” she told you as she moved towards the pantry. She rummaged around in there and emerged with a couple bags. She asked, “Are you going to join us?”

“No, thank you though,” you told her. “I’m gonna watch Netflix. That’s what people do when they’re forced home before midnight, right?”

Natasha looked uncomfortable and said, “I… suppose. Well, if you change your mind then we’re in the game room.”

“Thanks,” you said again and she left you there, like she could not wait to exit that awkward conversation.

<><><>

Tossing the chips on the table, Natasha told Tony, giving him a cringing look, “You really pissed Y/N off. You gave her a curfew?”

Bucky rose his eyebrows as he grabbed one of the bags. He slowly opened it, waiting for Tony to respond.

Tony looked down at his watch and realized it was in fact almost 12:30. He had lost track of the time. “She’s home, then?” Natasha nodded and he smirked in triumph. “Good.”

“So, did you?”

“She doesn’t need to be out dancing in clubs all the damn time now. It’s embarrassing and frankly insulting for me,” Tony responded. “She’s not available and she shouldn’t be acting as such. She’s got to respect me. If my own wife won’t, then what’s stopping everyone else from not doing it either?”

Natasha chewed on that and shrugged. “I can see that. But maybe you shouldn’t be so gloating about the fact she obeyed your rule. You should thank her for listening to you. Just my opinion. Might help melt down the ice a little bit.” Tony scowled and she pressed, “You know I’m right. Her coming back when you asked should build some trust, right?”

Tony said after a few beats, “In the morning.”

“No, now.”

“Who is whose boss, here?” Tony asked her, cocking his head incredulously.

She nudged him and he let out an exasperated sigh as he got up from the couch, putting his drink down on the table.

“You said you had next game right?” Rhodes asked as Tony walked by. He was playing against Wanda at the pool table.

“Yes, and I’m going to kick whoever’s ass it is,” Tony answered, leaving the room.

<><><>

Tony walked into the bedroom, finding you under the covers, watching Netflix.

You told him scornfully, “I know, I know. I was ten minutes late. I’m sorry. In my defense, I took an uber home because I didn’t wanna make Jasmine leave early. So, they got lost for a few.”

He held up his hand, his brows raised. “Easy, tiger. Ten minutes is not a huge issue. I was just… coming up to check on you.”

“Well, I’m fine,” you muttered, eyes going back to the television.

He pointed at your glass and asked, “Want a refill?” You eyed him suspiciously and he said, “Just asking.”

“No, thank you. I had enough at the bar, and this is gonna be my last.”

Tony nodded and said, “Right. Well, be sure to drink water before you go to bed. And thanks by the way… for listening to me and coming back on time.”

“You’re welcome…” you told him, confused as all hell at his out of left field behavior.

He nodded again and clapped his hands before turning on his heel and walking out.

“What the fuck?” you said under your breath to yourself.

Since when was he that calm?

Slowly, you sunk back into the pillows. You shot another look at the door, wondering what had gotten into him.

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Marvel tags: @coconutqueen21 @undecidedsworld @holl2712 @agustdowney @biiskuitx @buttercupfangirl

Fic tags: @patheticallysentimental

#tony stark x reader #mafia!tony stark #mafia tony stark #mafia marvel #marvel fic #my shit

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Shrunkyclunks (Modern Bucky/Cap Steve) Fic Rec

Hate Sex & Hair Protocol by @maddiewritesstucky - Mature, 1.8k

SHIELD Agent Bucky, UST, Enemies to Lovers (in Steve’s head), Humor

They’re all full of shit, Steve decides.

His team don’t have a clue what they’re talking about, running their mouths about the way he and Bucky look at each other; the tension that seems to be at a constant near-snapping point between them.

'It’s called annoyance' Steve wants to yell in each of their faces, loud and one by one. It’s the pain of having to exist every day in close proximity with someone who drives you out of your fucking mind.

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In which Steve discovers that ire and desire may just exist side by side in his brain.

Stop interrupting my grinding series by @rohkeutta - Teen, 2.5k

Nurse Bucky, Wrong Number, Fluff, Humor

“I tried to call Sam,” Captain America says, bewildered. He’s sprinting like Usain Bolt and doesn’t sound even a little out of breath. Fucker. “Who’re you?”

“Someone who’s watching you live on TV,” Bucky tells him as the tiny patriotic figure on the screen takes the turns like he instructed. Bucky should probably be a lot more freaked out about this, but honestly? After a tour in the Middle East and six years as a nurse in New York, even this isn’t enough to ruffle him. One sees a lot of shit in the ER. “Also, you better hang up now, that thing is behind the next bend.”

“Uh, okay,” Captain America says. “Thanks?”

“Whatever,” Bucky says, disconnects the call and turns the TV off to get ready for his shift.

Save a Horse, Ride a Captain by @galwednesday - Teen, 2.7k

War Vet Bucky, Meet Cute, Fluff, Humor, Modern Howlies

Bucky tapped him on the shoulder, swaying back and forth a little as he waited for the man to turn around. “Hello,” he said, and then promptly forgot what else he was going to say, because this guy was fucking beautiful. “Wow. Good face.”

Two of the guy’s friends, a man wearing a suit that fit so well it had to be bespoke and a man with a cute little gap between his front teeth, started cracking up. The petite redhead sitting next to them cocked her head to the side and pulled her phone out of her handbag. Beautiful Face just looked kind of pained, so Bucky redirected. He was a gentleman. He could take a hint. No hitting on beautiful guys who were uncomfortable with that sort of thing, no matter how lickable their jawlines were.

“Hello,” he repeated, doing his best to mind his manners. “I’m very sorry to bother you. Can I have a piggy-back ride?”

You Make My Heart Skip A Beet by @musette22 - Teen, 3.8k

Chef Bucky, POV Outsider, Fluff, Humor

“I made soda bread.”

Steve lets out the 6’2” supersoldier equivalent of a squeak. “Oh, I love soda bread,” he says eagerly, rolling forward on the balls of his feet like he does when he gets excited. “My mom used to make it all the time when I was growing up.”

The tips of Barnes’s ears turn red, and he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “I know.”

more under the cut

Cafe Au Écoute by @littlesystems - Teen, 3.8k

Coffee Shop AU

No matter where Steve goes, there's always the chance that he'll overhear a conversation about himself - or rather, Captain America. This coffee shop is no different. The fact that he keeps eavesdropping well past the point of plausible deniability is another matter entirely.

#TweetMeDaddy by StarSpangled - Teen, 4.1k

SHIELD Employee Bucky, Misunderstandings, Crack, Humor

Coulson, for his part, stares up at Bucky with such a betrayed look of frozen horror that Natasha actually goes the extra step and presses another button, capturing the moment and airdropping the photograph to her phone for posterity. When he speaks, his voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “Why…?” He swallows and starts again, trying for some semblance of normality. “...Why would you tweet something like that?!”

“If you must know, sir,” and somehow he manages to make ‘sir’ come out with the same inflection most people reserve for ‘motherfucking son of a bitch’, “it’s because I have a difficult time doing my job when my job involves monitoring the man with the best fucking ass in the United States of America.” He slowly lowers himself back into his seat until he’s at eye level, making extreme eye contact with Coulson until Coulson turns away to make mortified eye contact in Natasha’s general direction through the one-way glass. Natasha would take another picture, if she weren’t too busy catching Steve’s red-faced sputtering. “Sometimes, I vent to my Twitter followers. Sometimes, it’s about hot men with washboard abs. Can I go now, or do you need a graphic description of how I pleasure myself at night?”

at first chance i'd take the bed warmed by the body by @spacebuck - Explicit, 8.2k

YouTuber Bucky

This close, Steve can see exactly how beautiful his hands are. He’s never really noticed before, or at least he’s never really had a reason to notice, but the man’s hands are large, tanned like he works outside all day. There’s an endearing callus on the heel of one of his palms, and Steve can’t quite work out when calluses became endearing.

Steve pauses the video. Swallows hard. Casts his eyes around for anything that’ll keep his mind off the hands on his screen, off the words inked into those hands, the delicate shape of a bird’s wing, the curling edge of a vine.

He looks down. The name of the channel is right there, blaring the man’s name right into Steve’s brain until it feels like he’s known it all along.

Bucky Barnes.

OR: the one where Bucky's a youtuber who solves puzzles on camera, and steve's smitten and horny

Came with my cool (I dropped it) by @liionne - Teen, 9.2k

Yoga Instructor Bucky

"When you said I need to loosen up, I didn't think you meant literally."

"I meant it every way. Mentally, emotionally, and physically." Natasha says, and thrusts a yoga mat at him.

there once was a diamond by bloobeary - Teen, 11.3k

Fluff, Thanksgiving

"You," Becca seethes, and hits him with a wooden spoon. "Could have told me," Hits him again. "You were dating Captain America." Final hit, Bucky laughs. He supposes he deserves it, giving her no more information than the fact he was bringing his boyfriend to Thanksgiving dinner at her house and then showing up with Steve.

Salt by littleblackfox @thelittleblackfox - Mature, 12k

Bakery AU

The cinnamon roll is gone in four bites. Four indecent, jaw-unhinging bites, and Steve sucks the last traces of lemon and icing from his fingers with a low, throaty sound of satisfaction. He glances up at Bucky, who is leaning against the counter and watching him with avid fascination.

“Um…” Steve says around his index finger. There’s still a little icing on the bed of his fingernail, and he stops trying to work it off with his tongue.

“You know those movies where the girl eats an eclair or something, and it’s really, like, sexually charged?” Bucky asks.

Steve pulls his finger out of his mouth. He’s never seen that kind of movie, but the thought of Bucky eating an eclair is certainly… well, it lingers. “Uh?”

“Yeah, well that was the exact opposite.” Steve scowls, and Bucky cackles gleefully. “You are something else, Steve.”

Leg Day by Brokenpitchpipe - Explicit, 12.1k

Gym Thot Bucky

“So talk to him,” Sam says.

“I can’t,” Bucky groans. “I can’t, Sam, I. He just.” He fluffs his hair up and stares at Sam, distraught. “I want him to bench press me.”

“Okay, so it’s serious,” Sam interprets. “Got it."

(Or: The one where Sam is Bucky's long-suffering roommate, Bucky is a hot mess of a millennial, and Hot Steve spends far too much time on the Lat Pull-Down machine.)

Art Nouveau by voluptuous_panic - Explicit, 12.2k

Bartender Bucky, Tattooed & Pierced Bucky

Steve's on the worst date of his life. At least the bartender's cute.

much tattoo about nothing by @deisderium - Explicit, 14.5k

Tattoo Artist Bucky

Steve Rogers gets a lot of email requests, but never one like this: James Barnes wants to use his healing factor to practice tattoos.

Turns out tattoos give Steve boners.

No Wonder There's Panic in the Industry by sprinkle_of_cinnamon - Not Rated (I’d say Mature?), 20.5k

Stark Industries Intern Bucky, Team fic, Humor

In which Bucky Barnes and his BFF, Clint Barton, are NYU interns for Stark Media Group competing to be Pepper's favorite.

Or alternatively, the time Bucky assisted the P.A. team on the Steve Rogers piece and ended up (adopted) with a contact list full of Avengers.

Life of the Party by @aggressivewhenstartled - Explicit, 21.6k

Superhero Impersonator Bucky, Mistaken Identity

“You know, kids,” Steve heard from the backyard, “one of the most common threats a superhero has to face is inside an active volcano! We’re going to have to work on your evasion skills, so for the next five minutes, the floor is lava!” This was met by a sudden spike in both volume and pitch from the small children as they scrambled onto every raised surface they could find and immediately launched themselves right back off.

“I’ve never seen actual lava in my entire life,” Steve said, vaguely offended.

“You got a superhero impersonator for The Falcon’s niece’s birthday party,” Sam said, incredulous. “The Falcon, who is an actual superhero.”

Trust Enough by @geneticallydead - Explicit, 23.3k

Misunderstandings

“Saturday. Yeah, that’s good,” Steve says, and actually scuffs his shoe at the ground. Like a ridiculous shy superhero damsel. “Say eight? I live-“

“Yeah, big building with the A on it,” Bucky says, and can’t help a big stupid grin. Steve stares at him, looking a little dazed, and after their whole conversation it’s only now that Bucky’s brain catches up and realises Steve finds him quite attractive. So. Win for Bucky.

“Let me get your number,” Steve says finally, after they’ve stared stupidly at each other for about three hours, taking out his phone.

So they exchange numbers, and then Steve says he should go, and Bucky agrees, and they kind of stare at each other for a bit more, then Steve actually does go, but not before taking Bucky’s hand and squeezing it warmly in a way that makes Bucky want to shiver all over. Then Steve is gone, and Bucky is standing alone in the alley, grinning to himself.

Right up until the moment he remembers that Steve thinks Bucky is an escort he’s just hired.

Well fuck.

The Roommate by layersofart, Niitza - Teen, 28.6k

War Vet Bucky, Roommates AU, Humor, Fluff, Angst, Team fic

In which Steven G. Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, gets a roommate. Who rapidly turns into his "roommate"—in the euphemistic sense of the word.

It takes SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers an absurd amount of time to notice.

Brooklyn Baby by sprinkle_of_cinnamon - Mature, 33.7k

Coffee Shop AU, Modern Howlies, Mistaken Identity, Team Fic

In which Bucky is just trying to live life and enjoy his unofficial official table at the obnoxiously hipster coffee shop but some guy named Steve stole his spot.

Or, the time that Bucky unintentionally befriended the Avengers and had no idea.

Never Talk to Strangers by mambo @whtaft - Teen, 40.4k

Grad Student Bucky, Slow Burn

Never Talk to Strangers: or; How a Forgotten Childhood Lesson Led Bucky Barnes to Appreciate Charlie Chaplin, Befriend an A.I., Slip on Soap Bubbles, Be Mistaken for a Succubus, and Try to Woo a Superhero.

Sinking Our Teeth In The Heart Of The Sun by fallendarlings @pressrestartwrites - Explicit, 102.8k

Single Dad Bucky, Kid Fic, Slow Burn, Domestic, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Steve has Autism

Bucky Barnes never intended to become a single father at 25. But life has always enjoyed kicking him while he's down and it's showing no signs of stopping. A chance meeting with a brick wall of a guy named Steve in the formula aisle of the grocery store leads to a friendship it seems like both of them need. If only Bucky could remember that's all they are- friends. If only Steve didn't slot into their lives so perfectly and look so good spoiling Bucky's daughter (and Bucky, despite his protests).

Oh, if only Steve didn't turn out to be Captain America.

Steve Rogers is wandering around a world that he doesn't fit into, fighting for a government that he doesn't trust, just because he doesn't know what to do with himself if he ever relaxes long enough to actually think about anything other than the next mission.

And then came Bucky Barnes and his newborn baby.

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2020 fic recs!! [Part 2]

part 2 of my 2020 fic recs!! as before, ive limited this to five fics per month; and fics are ordered by the month they were published. This spans fandoms and ships, and hopefully you find something you like!! credit for the idea goes to @iam93percentstardust

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July

this is the start: @capnwinghead

Clark and Bruce continue raising the Wayne children and encounter a number of challenges along the way.

great minds (love alike): @starklysteve

Steve’s eyes flicks down to Tony’s knees on the floor.

“Are you – are you proposing to me with my ring for you?” Steve asks incredulously, eyes wide and confused.

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Or, Steve finds Tony’s ring for him, Tony finds Steve’s ring for him. Panic happens.

Marvels Unsolved: @iam93percentstardust

Marvels Unsolved was never supposed to be this popular. It started off as a novelty web-series about Tony trying to convince Bucky about the existence of the supernatural—he firmly believed that if science could turn Uncle Steve from an actual shrimp to the god of muscles, then magic had to be out there—and then they’d started talking about an unsolved crime from the early 20th century after filming an episode one day, forgetting that the camera was still rolling, and had ended up with enough footage to make a second episode about real crimes. They had stayed pretty unknown throughout that first season but then true crime podcasts had exploded in popularity and Unsolved along with them.

it’s a small world after all: @maguna-stxrk

“Great speech.”

Smiling at the compliment, Tony turns around. “Thank y—”

And nearly drops his champagne flute.

His world comes to a stop.

They had only spent a night together, but Tony would recognize those baby blues anywhere.

It’s Steve.

Steve from Tony’s London business trip. Or, as Rhodey has become accustomed to calling him—The Soulmate That Got Away.

you’re in my blood, you’re in my veins: @nethandrake

Tony always figured that if they ever were to break up, it would be like a blaze. Scorching and hot and all-too blinding. Intense like the two of them have always been.

Instead, they break up on a Tuesday, with the rain pelting the windowpane and the midnight silence stifling.

August

Five Times Danny said he’d marry Steve (plus one): @five-wow

Danny humphs. “Look, all I’m saying is, I think I’d probably have married you by now.”

“I’d marry you, too,” Steve says.

Or: An experiment in how many times you can say something before you have to put your money where your mouth is.

Family (You’ve Always Had It): @/SunnyQueen

A black Camaro and a scowling blond was not what Junior had been expecting.

“Hi, sir. You didn’t have to pick me up.”

The blond looked up from the screen on his phone and groaned, completely ignoring Junior's statement. “You are right, I didn't have to."

Ode To Yoga Pants: @riotfalling

OR the continued terrible mating dance of Bucky and Tony, AKA when betting on your friends stops being fun

Through The Years: @hawkbucks

Tony brings home Natasha one day, proclaiming her to be his new sister.

Natasha takes this all in stride.

The broken road that led me home to you: @just-fandomthings

A documented list of conversations between Steve and Danny via text and phone call following the events of 10x22 "Aloha." (Where, even thousands of miles apart, Steve and Danny can't go without talking to each other.)

September

someday, we’ll pass it on to you: @starklysteve

Steve smiles.

Reaching up, he flattens his hand against his son’s far smaller one, curling gently around it. “You wanna be like him?”

“Da!” Peter agrees again.

One year old, and you already know who’s the best of us, Steve pauses to reflect, all his fears chased away by a fierce pride. “Your Dad’s coming home real soon,” he promises, “you should tell him that.”

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Or, five times Peter did the repulsor pose as a toddler

+ one time he used the repulsors as an adult

Classic Sci Fi: @notdoingsohot

Bucky wakes up to Steve telling him he's lost his memory, but not to panic, it'll only last a few days. Easier said than done when the last thing Bucky remembers is fighting Hydra with the Howlies in WWII.

He tries to make the most of it however, and there's this guy... Tony Stark. It's pretty clear the guy hates Bucky's guts, which is unfortunate because god damn is he a sight.

He tries to figure out what he did to wrong Stark, but everyone just tells him he doesn't want to know.

They were right.

Blooms in Frost: @/Diomedes

Tony coughs up his first petal on the sixth of July. He has been married to the love of his life for two years.

Bury a Hanahaki corpse in earth and it will beget the most beautiful garden. All that love, it is said, must go somewhere.

Hanahaki AU: Established relationship

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A Single Thread of Gold: @lovelyirony

Rhodey doesn't believe in love at first sight or any of that cheesy shit. He just wants someone who is nice, dependable, and safe.

Tony Stark is Housing Service's little problem for the school year, and now he's stuck in Rhodey's room because he's exploded the last two dorm rooms he's been in and won't live off-campus.

high roller, place your bet: @machi-kun

“Would you kiss Stark for a hundred bucks?”

“I would pay a hundred bucks to kiss him.”

October

press my luck: @omg-just-peachy

But... Steve is almost ten years his junior, and he could be with just about anyone, looking and acting like he does. And then there’s the not so small fact of Tony’s name and net worth and the fact that, okay, Tony had paid for Steve’s grad school tuition, and now he’s worried Steve feels obligated to stay. Or something.

Or, Tony is a billionaire, Steve is a grad student, and they learn to let themselves be taken care of.

see it with the lights out: @starklysteve

Tony goes on a business trip, and he does not - not at all - get jealous of Dodger hogging his husband's chest, a territory otherwise known as Tony's pillow.

(or, Steve goes on an Instagram spree and Tony misses home)

adulthood is looking both ways before you cross the street and getting hit by an airplane: @starkslovemail

It was a perfect plan, if Peter did say so himself.

The Buy In: @dracusfyre

For the ImagineTonyandBucky prompt: Mafia AU with Tony as the Boss (except he's a really good one, making the streets safe, keeping drugs away from kids etc) and Bucky as the detective sent to go undercover to catch him out but ends up realizing he's actually doing more good than harm and they end up falling in love

trinkets of your affection: @starklysteve

Kissed him once for every year I loved him, Steve had written.

By that count, Steve owes him five more kisses now.

Tony traces the words, hands trembling, and tips back a shot of Howard's ancient whiskey. None of it burns anymore.

One day, he'll have lived more days without Steve than there are words in the diary.

For the first time since he'd woken with shrapnel in his chest, Tony fears the future.

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Or, five things Tony keeps to remember Steve by, and one thing Steve gives him to remember.

November

“Hey Tony”: @riotfalling

Steve points out that Bucky never calls Tony by his actual name. Bucky doesn’t believe him, until he does.

Remembering You is Hard to Do: @lovelyirony

“The future’s crazy, honey-bear.”

Jim looks up.

“Why do you call me that?”

“Call you what?”

“Honey-bear. It’s weird.”

“Inside joke we have,” Tony says, chest tightening. “We thought those couples that have the lovey-dovey nicknames were ridiculous.”

overheard your heartbeat (calling me yours): @starklysteve

"Tony - "

"I wish I could promise to come home this time," he feels the armor crawl back down his arm, continuing unnoticed over Steve's red gloves, then up the blue uniform as Tony fights to keep Steve's gaze firmly fixed on him.

The last eyes Tony might get to see, and he wants to be lost in them.

In the end, his entire life boils down a few simple things: "JARVIS, take care of him for me."

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Or, Tony overhears a phonecall where Steve proposes, a battle happens, and a paper ring settles some misunderstandings.

i (really, really, really, really, really, really) like you.: @nethandrake

For as long as Steve can remember, he's been crushing on Tony Stark. The thing is, he's pretty sure Tony doesn't know Steve exists. And how could he? Steve's scrawny and little. He's a nobody compared to Tony who's Mr Popular and the son of a billionaire.

Or at least he thought so until Tony swings by the bakery Steve's mother happens to own to enlist Steve's help in finding the perfect Valentine's Day card.

The perfect Valentine's Day card for someone who isn't Steve.

One Song (My Heart Keeps Singing): @iam93percentstardust

When Thor is old enough to understand what a Heartsong is, he goes to his mother to ask her why he can’t understand the language his is in. He listens as she tells him about the first soulmates who couldn't understand their Heartsong until the day they meet, excited by the thought of a grand adventure, one that will take him across the cosmos in search of his One.

He’ll search all the Nine Realms if he has to.

December

Swiping Right: @s-horne

“Ouch. Definitely a hard pass for that one?”

Steve startled at the sudden comment from the row of chairs behind him and turned around. He’d been passing the time in the airport lounge by swiping through Tinder and had gotten lost in his own world. It was almost jarring to be pulled away from the screen of hot men and back into reality where the PA was screeching and there was noise everywhere.

Adjusting to the difference, Steve frowned. Wait, he knew that face. Oh, shit… he knew that face.

“No, no, it’s fine,” the man said before Steve could get out anything other than an embarrassed sort of yelp. Waving his hand through the air, the stranger smiled ruefully. “I get it. It’s the beard, isn’t it? True be told, it was a weird winter choice that year and I knew it would come back to hurt me.”

Steve didn’t know what to say. He knew it must have shown on his face and could feel himself flushing, panicked and embarrassed all at once. What were the odds of swiping left on someone literally sat behind him?

set your flight path home (to me): @starklysteve

Tony puts down his welding torch. “I’m building you a plane.”

Stepping carefully over the gears and tools scattered about, Rhodey slowly makes his way to him.

“And when did you become an expert on how to build a plane?”

“Last night,” Tony grins.

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Tony builds a plane, and Rhodey teaches Tony how to fly it. Or he would be teaching Tony, if Tony didn't distract him so much.

I Want A Man With A Slow Hand: @thefourofswords

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked on their way to a crime scene, because no time like the present, and Danny believed in ripping off band-aids.

“Why not?” Steve replied, eyes on the road. “You’re gonna even if I say no.”

“What do you like in bed?”

Danny undertakes a very important mission to get Steve laid. For his health. Ahem.

same time next year: @omg-just-peachy

“I forgot to ask. When’s your flight home?” Steve asks, draping his arm over Tony’s shoulder and settling in against him.

Tony ignores the knot that forms in his chest at the idea of it, leaving Steve again for his own impersonal apartment, his piles of books and projects and the nights without sleep.

“Day after tomorrow.”

Steve huffs a little sigh, then brings his lips to Tony’s neck. “Well, we’ll have to make the most of it, won’t we?”

Or, four (4) Christmases with two (2) idiots who can't admit they're in love.

rearrange my heart (to fit your smile): @starklysteve

"You dare," Howard's chair makes an ugly noise as it scrapes against the stone floors, the chatter of the room shifting into hushed whispers and stolen glances. "I am your father and your King!"

"My King is my husband," Tony tips his chin up, defiant. "And I refuse to hear you suggest that my husband has been anything other than good to me."

Next to him, he feels Steve's shoulders stiffen in surprise.

Howard's fist slams loud on the table. "Your husband does not even love you!"

Tony jerks back, burned. He knows that. Knows that Steve did not marry him for love – does not need any reminder of the cold truth, of what he desperately yearns for and can't even hope to have – but the harshness of Howard's words was scalding, and Tony can't afford for this to go any further.

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Or, King Steven marries Prince Tony, Tony is pretty sure he shouldn't panic when he falls in love with his own husband, and Steve tries his very best not to cause diplomatic crises.

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