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onceuponastory · 2 years

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at her side - b.b x reader

I was only just a breath removed from going to waste 'Till I found salvation in the form of your Your grace, your grace, your grace - grace by lewis capaldi

Plot: Y/N needs a boyfriend to bring to her family’s Christmas party. Her best friend Bucky Barnes offers to be her fake boyfriend. Of course, neither of them know that the other is madly in love with them, and would date them for real. No pressure, right? Basically, it’s a fake dating fic with Bucky Barnes. With a happy ending of course. Warnings: Some mentions of alcohol Notes: This is for day five of @staticscreenwriting and I’s Christmas Creation Calendar. Today’s prompt is fake dating at a Christmas party. If you’d like to be involved (and you don’t have to be a writer to do so), check the rules here, and read the masterlist of the days so far here!

“Is this the turn here?” Bucky asks, and Y/N nods.

“Thanks again for doing this, Bucky.” She smiles.

“No problem.” He responds, turning the car into her parents' street. As best friends for the past three years, Bucky and Y/N do a lot of favours for each other. So, when her parents called and asked if she was bringing her boyfriend to her Christmas party, she panicked and said yes. Unfortunately, the ‘boyfriend’ in question was a guy she had been on two dates with, who then dumped her to go back to his ex. So instead of owning up and admitting how single and lonely she actually is to her parents, she kept the lie going a bit longer. But then she suddenly realised just how screwed she was a week before the party, and that most men would run a mile if she wanted to introduce them to her family on the second date. But thankfully, her best friend Bucky, kind and dependable Bucky, who still has a heart of gold despite everything the world has done to him, heard of her plight and offered to be her date. As a favour, of course.

Bucky decided not to tell her that as a 106-year old formerly brainwashed super-soldier assassin, he doesn’t really get invited to too many parties at this time of year. Or ever, actually. So he would still offer regardless of how much she tried to convince him not to. This is actually his first party in a long time. And besides, he’s been friends with Y/N for almost three years at this point. What better time to meet her family? He gets to help Y/N by doing so too, which makes everything worthwhile. Besides, she’s done so much for him already, and continues to do so. When Bucky was at the lowest points of his life, and when the nightmares and insecurities were too loud for him to handle on his own, Y/N was there to help him through it. To this day, he still has no idea where he’d be without her love and support. Pretending to be her boyfriend for a few hours is nothing compared to the things she’s done for him, so of course he offered to help her out for once. And although he’d rather die than admit it, especially to Y/N...Bucky isn’t exactly going to complain about pretending to date his gorgeous best friend for a while. At least he gets to be with her, even if it’s just for one night.

Meanwhile, Y/N gets to spend more time with her best friend in the entire world, and by doing so, she finally gets her parents off of her back. Of course, it also means that she gets to pretend to be dating the person she’s been in love with for the last year. She wasn’t going to turn that opportunity down anytime soon. So both of them consider it a win. They just have to be themselves, hold hands a few times and maybe give each other a small kiss or two on the other’s forehead or cheek if they have to. That’s not that bad, right? Even if the thought of kissing the other is enough to send both of their hearts into palpitations. Bucky soon pulls up outside her parents’ house. “You ready?” He asks. Y/N sighs.

“...As I’ll ever be.” Bucky gives her hand a squeeze with his non-metal one, which calms her down ever so slightly. She looks into Bucky’s eyes, so blue and calm. Like the sea. She smiles her first genuine smile of the day so far. Bucky smiles back at her. The pair get out of Bucky’s car and walk towards the front door of Y/N’s parents’ house. She holds out her hand to knock on the door, taking a deep breath to calm herself down. Part of her knows she’s being silly. It’s just introducing Bucky, her best friend, to her family for the first time. Okay, maybe they’ll have to hold hands once or twice, but it’s not that bad, right?

So why does it feel like she’s being led to her execution? She suddenly feels another squeeze on her hand and looks over to see Bucky giving her another reassuring smile. One that tells her he’ll be right by her side. And they can face everything together. Once again, Bucky’s presence makes her feel a little better. So, she raises her hand and knocks. The door opens before she’s even finished knocking, and her mother stands before the pair.

“Y/N! Hi darling!” She grins, pulling her close for a tight hug so quickly that she loses her grasp on Bucky’s hand. She can smell the scent of her mother’s perfume mixed with home baking, something that brings her back to her childhood. It smells comforting, and it smells like home.

“Hey, mom.” Her mother gives her another squeeze before turning her attention to Bucky.

“And who is this?” She grins. “Is this the boyfriend we’ve been hearing so much about?” Bucky holds out his hand. Y/N smiles. Always the gentleman and the sergeant, despite what happened to him.

“Hello ma’am, I’m-wow, okay.” He gasps as her mother pulls him into a hug. “I’m Bucky.” Y/N giggles as she watches him getting the life squeezed out of him by her mother.

"One thing you gotta know about me, honey, is that I’m a hugger.” Her mother grins. But to Bucky, despite how weird it feels to be squeezed so tightly by someone he barely knows...it feels nice overall. Bucky hasn’t been hugged like this in a long time. The last person to hug him like this was his own mother, back in the twenties. There’s really nothing as sweet and welcoming as a mother’s love. And Y/N’s mother has it in bucketfuls. Y/N’s mother finally lets him go and ushers them both inside.

“Can I take your coats?” Y/N notices Bucky tensing immediately. She knows he’s terrified about showing his metal arm to everyone, despite how much she constantly reassured him that her family would be okay with it, whether he decided to cover it up or let it show. Bucky glances to her for reassurance, and she gives him a small smile and a nod. Gulping, Bucky takes off his jacket. The gold of his metal arm glints in the light. Y/N’s mother doesn’t say anything to his immense relief, and takes both their coats without another word. “Almost everyone is in the living room, and some of us are in the kitchen cooking. Go say hi to everyone!” She grins. As she leaves, she throws a glance at Bucky and winks, mouthing “You did well!” to Y/N. Her cheeks flush. Thankfully, Bucky doesn’t seem to have noticed.

“Well, I guess we better-”

“Y/N! I MISSED YOU!” A squeal fills the room, and soon Y/N’s legs are tackled by her five-year-old niece and goddaughter, Amelia, who wraps her tiny arms around them in a hug.

“Hey, sweetheart!” She smiles, bending down and picking her up. “Oh, you’re getting so big!” She kisses her cheek and listens intently as Amelia continues to rattle on about the things she’s done since she last saw her aunt and what she asked Santa for. Bucky smiles at the scene in front of him. Y/N really is a natural with kids...And why is he thinking about that? Why now? Sure he loves her and all, but he’s here as her fake date, nothing more. Now is not the time to think about how cute their kids would be. “Amelia.” Y/N begins. “This is Bucky. He’s my friend. Can you say hello?” Bucky gives a small wave, and Amelia gives him one back.

“Are you her boyfriend? My mommy and nana said that auntie Y/N’s bringing her boyfriend. They said that she told them that he’s cute! And she’s right! You’re cute!” She tells Bucky, who grins. Y/N’s cheeks suddenly feel like they’re on fire with embarrassment, and Bucky chuckles.

“Well, thank you. That’s very kind of you to say.”

“Amelia, why don’t we go see mommy? I need to talk to her.” Y/N asks, placing her niece down, who runs into the living room, beckoning for the pair to follow her, which they do. “Talk to her about how to not spill things said in private.” She mutters under her breath.

“So, you think I’m cute.” Bucky smiles. Y/N starts wishing for the ground to open up and swallow her whole.

“Well, I mean, you are, it’s just-” She trails off. Meanwhile, Bucky is still slightly in disbelief, despite how confident he seems. She thinks he’s cute? Him? But surely...she can’t feel the same about him, right? Nobody’s ever felt the same way about him, despite how much he wants them to. And with Y/N, her feeling the same way about him is all he’s ever wanted.

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Once Bucky has been introduced to Y/N’s family and friends and gotten to know them some more, the pair sit with her sister, brother in law, aunts, uncles and some cousins, chatting as Christmas music plays softly in the background and lights sparkle around them. Of course, as the new person there, Bucky is the one most people want to speak to about his hobbies, work, and everything in between. Bucky and Y/N sit on the couch, Bucky’s arm wrapped around her waist. This still feels weird to her, but comforting too. Like where this is where she’s meant to be. Surrounded by love and family, with Bucky at her side. Even though it’s just for one night, she doesn’t want this to ever end. She doesn’t want to wake up from this dream.

“You know, you two are so cute.” Her aunt grins, sipping from a glass of wine. “When did you two start dating?” Y/N’s eyes widen slightly. She completely forgot to prepare a dating timeline with Bucky.

“A few weeks ago. Almost a month, actually. But we’ve been friends for longer, right Y/N?” Bucky responds before Y/N can even start to panic. Damn, he’s good. Y/N nods.

“I see. So, what made you two decide to start dating? Did it seem like there was something more, or...” Bucky and Y/N gulp.

“Well-” Bucky begins, but before he can say anything, they’re called to dinner. Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. Saved by the turkey. For now, anyway. As her family leaves the room, Y/N and Bucky hang back. “Dammit. We don’t have a dating story worked out.” Bucky sighs. “Okay, at least we have some time over dinner to think up answers to their questions.” He whispers. Y/N shakes her head, sighing.

“I wish, but nope. The questions won’t stop over dinner. We don’t have time to think up a story because they’ll send someone to come find us if we’re late to dinner, so one of us will just have to make up something whilst the other one nods and agrees. Okay?” Bucky nods. He can see Y/N is getting slightly worked up about it, so he gently takes her hand.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll be fine. We’ve been through worse.” He reassures her. Bucky pulls her close, gently pressing a kiss to her forehead. Y/N swears the butterflies in her stomach must’ve turned into a colony by this point. “Now come on, let’s go get some food.” He tells her, leading her out of the room and into the dining room, where they take their seats.

As Y/N’s parents and some other family members bring in steaming dishes of food, Y/N’s mother comes in, struggling with a few dishes of food. Before Y/N can even do anything, Bucky stands up. “Let me help you with those.” He smiles, taking some of them from her with ease. His muscles flex ever so slightly, and he doesn’t even flinch under the weight of the dishes. Y/N gulps. That super serum really must be doing its job. God, how does he make everything, even carrying the roast potatoes, so attractive? Her eyes scan the table. All her female relatives seem to feel the same, given how they’re all staring at him. Bucky places the dishes down on the table and sits back down, not noticing how most of the women, including Y/N, are all staring at him. Some of them look like they’re considering leaving their husbands for him. Meanwhile, Y/N’s mom looks like she’s ready to start calling him her son in law.

Once everyone has their plates piled high and is tucking into their food, the incessant questioning of Bucky and Y/N starts again. Of course, a few other questions and stories are thrown in, but most of the conversation is centred on Y/N and her new date. Where they met, their first date, their second date, how they knew they wanted it to continue...and so on. Y/N and Bucky do well at keeping their stories similar. And besides, most of what they’re telling them is true. They met in New York at work and got closer after seeing each other every day. Nobody has to know they aren’t really dating. And it looks like nobody suspects they aren’t either. It’ll just be a funny, cute memory for them both down the line. Even though neither of them want this lie to end, or to let go of the magic just yet.

“So.” Her aunt clears her throat. “We got interrupted last time, but Bucky, when did you know you wanted to start dating Y/N? How did you know she was the one?” Y/N almost chokes on a potato. Next time her aunt goes to fill up her wine, she will tackle her whilst someone locks the wine up. If she has anymore, it’ll only be a matter of time before her next question is if he will propose to her.

“Nina.” Y/N’s mother tuts. “Stop with all the questions. You’ll give the poor boy a heart attack.” Her aunt shrugs.

“It’s just a question. I was the same when you met your husband.” Y/N’s father rolls his eyes.

“You don’t have to answer that.” Y/N whispers to Bucky. Surprisingly, however, he clears his throat and continues to talk.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind. Well. One day she came into work, and she’d brought me a coffee and a bagel. I mean, she does that a lot, but when she gave it to me, I realised that she’d left me a little note saying that she hoped I had a good day with a little smiley face on it. And as I read it, a lot of things just started to fall into place. She’s so kind and loving. Even on her worst days, this woman is like a ray of sunshine.” Y/N gasps softly, feeling tears stinging in her eyes. “And god, she’s so beautiful. I mean, she always is. Especially today. And I realised right then and there that I didn’t want to go another day without being with her. So, I asked her out, and the rest is history.” Her family aww around her, but Y/N is still in shock. Bucky...said those things about her? He thought them about her? Is it true? Does he really love her like that?

Bucky’s hand finds hers under the table, and he intertwines his fingers with hers. He gently pecks her on the cheek. Y/N swears her heart is beating so fast it might break out of her chest. It feels like her whole world has been turned upside down. She has to talk to him and find out the truth.

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After dinner, Bucky and Y/N lie on the couch, too full to move. Bucky’s arm is slung around her waist again, and she rests her head on his chest. “Oh doll, your mom is a talented cook. I couldn’t eat another thing.” Bucky groans. “I could sleep. For about a hundred years.”

“Yup. She sure is. I don’t know how I managed some dessert after all that turkey. She’ll have you invited over for her New Year’s feast if you’re not careful.” Bucky chuckles. They sit in silence for a while, and Y/N starts to smell Bucky’s cologne. It’s nice. It’s comforting. In its own way, it smells like home too. Her mind goes back to earlier and to the moment when Bucky practically admitted his love for her over the dinner table. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Mhm?” But before she can say anything, her mother and some other family members walk in. Y/N sighs. She can’t ask her fake boyfriend if he really loves her and wants to date her for real in front of her family, who thinks they’re actually dating. She shakes her head, and Bucky frowns but says nothing.

“Okay, you two, we’re going to put some music on and have a dance party. And before you start groaning, Amelia requested it, not me.” Y/N’s sister says.

“Bucky, can I dance with you, please? Just for a little while...” Amelia asks, looking up at him, her eyes wide and pleading.

“Of course you can, sweetheart.” Bucky smiles. He glances over at Y/N. “But I would like to dance with your auntie too, if that’s okay.” He whispers loud enough for Y/N to hear, and Amelia nods. Y/N smiles.

“Actually, Y/N can I see you in the kitchen for a moment, please?” Her mother asks. Y/N frowns, wondering what she’s done now. But she nods and follows her mother out of the room. Once they’re in the kitchen, her mother turns to face her. “You really love him, don’t you?” Y/N frowns.

“He’s my boyfriend, mom. Of course, I do-” Her mother raises an eyebrow.

“Mhm. Y/N I know when you were a teenager, you thought I was born in the middle ages, but I am not that old or dumb. I can tell when you’re actually dating someone or if it’s just fake. And I know you and Bucky aren’t actually dating.” Y/N opens her mouth to argue, but her mother holds up her hand to stop her. “Don’t bother arguing. I know. A mother knows these things.”

“Seriously? Wow, I guess what they say about a mother’s intuition is right.”

“Well, yeah, it is. But it’s mostly cause you said your new boyfriend’s name was Henry, and now it’s Bucky all of a sudden.” Y/N blushes. Oops. “But you know darling...with the way he looks at you and speaks about you, and the way you look at him...you had us all fooled. I think there’s more love invested into this ‘fake’ relationship than you think there is. You really do love him, don’t you?” Y/N nods.

“I don’t want this to be over. I don’t want to go back to New York and go back to being friends when I love him so much. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” She can feel tears stinging at her eyes again, and her mother pulls her into another tight hug.

“You have to talk to him. I know it’s scary and tough, but it’s what you have to do. And...I think I know his answer.” The two women walk back into the living room and are greeted by most of the family dancing to Paul McCartney’s Wonderful Christmas Time. Bucky holds Amelia in his arms, gently swaying and spinning her to the music as she giggles along. Y/N smiles softly. He really fits in with her family. They all adore him. And she does too. Her mother gently pats her back, and after taking a breath, Y/N walks over to Bucky as the song fades out and Queen’s Thank God It’s Christmas begins to play.

“Hey, sweetheart. Can I get that dance with Bucky now?” Grinning, Amelia nods. Bucky places her down, and she runs off to find her parents. Bucky takes her hand in his and wraps his arm around her waist again. They begin to sway together.

“What did your mom want? Everything okay?” She nods. Everything’s great.

“Thanks for today, Bucky. For everything, actually.”

“Of course, doll.”

“And um.” She takes a breath. Bucky raises an eyebrow. “I don’t know how to say this so I’m just going to. I don’t want us to go back to just being friends after this. I’m in love with you, Bucky Barnes.” His eyes go wide, and his face lights up.

“I love you too.” He sighs happily. “God, I’ve been waiting and hoping you’d say those words to me.” Y/N grins. “Can I kiss you?” She nods, and he gently places her lips on hers in a soft kiss. Y/N was right. This is all she needs, and it’s where she’s meant to be. Surrounded by love and family, with Bucky at her side. For real this time.

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staticscreenwriting · 2 years

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BETHANY AND JO’S CHRISTMAS CALENDAR DAY NINETEEN: JUST BECAUSE ITS CHRISTMAS ...

“Just because it’s Christmas – And at Christmas you tell the truth – To me, you are perfect – And my wasted heart will love you. “

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Christmas Party

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

For Day 5 of Bethany & Jo’s Christmas Calendar: fake dating at the Christmas party

Warnings: alcohol, mentions of creepy male coworkers, EZ being just the absoulte best

Word Count: 4k

A/N: This fic has been haunting me for the last week or so and I think I’m finally mostly happy with it? I’m not sure, but I also don’t know what else to add or edit at this point, so I’m setting it free out into the universe for you guys haha. Hope you enjoy!

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“You gotta promise me that you won’t be mad,” you told him over the phone, trying your hardest to contain the laugh that was building in your throat.

“That’s…not reassuring,” EZ chuckled on the other end of the line.

“I might need you to give up your Saturday night for me…” your voice trailed off, not wanting to tell him everything that had been happening.

He sighed, not because he actually had a problem with blowing off plans for you, but because telling the club that they could shove it was easier said than done, especially with his patch-in vote coming up so quickly. Still, there was so little that he wouldn’t do for you, and the least he could do was hear you out.

“What do you have planned?” he finally asked after a stretch of silence.

“My work Christmas party.”

“Okay…” his confusion was palpable.

“Look, I know the parties you guys throw are much more fun than what this is gonna be, but I really need you to go with me.”

“I mean, I’ll see what I can do?” he sounded genuinely uncertain, “You know I’ll always help if I can, but the club—”

“I need you to be my date,” you cut him off, blurting out the information.

“Your…your date?” he couldn’t hide the surprise in his voice. It wouldn’t be the first time you were each other’s plus one to things, but for some reason he could feel that this situation was different.

“Yea,” you sighed, running your hand down your face as you tried to muster up the courage to tell him, “So, um, you remember that guy at my office who was hitting on me?”

“Bryan,” you could envision the way he rolled his eyes as he said it, “Yea. I remember the story.”

“Well. He…he wouldn’t leave me alone. Kept pressing me trying to get my number or a date or whatever. So I panicked and said that I have a boyfriend. And you…you were the first person I thought of.”

He hated that you were put in that position, but he couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t surprised at the fact that you had said that he was your boyfriend. The two of you had always been close, and between him and his brother you had ample protection at bars to ward off unwanted suitors. But pretending to be your boyfriend was an entirely different play.

“So now Bryan thinks that you and your boyfriend are gonna be showing up to the Christmas party together?”

You hesitated before answering, “Y-yea,” silence stretched on the line between you and you felt yourself faltering, “I’m sorry, EZ. I know I should’ve told you, or just not have thrown you under the bus to begin with, but I just—”

“Stop apologizing,” he laughed quietly, “I’ll, I’ll see what I can do. I’m sure if I explain the situation to the guys, they aren’t gonna tell me no. Or at the very least, Angel will cover for me.”

Your voice brightened noticeably, “Seriously?”

“Seriously. They love you, you know.”

You chuckled, “But you love me most, right?”

It was a shame you couldn’t see the grin on his face as he replied, “Of course.”

For the rest of the week, whenever you had a spare moment, your mind wandered to what the party was going to be like. EZ had so easily agreed to be your fake boyfriend for the night, but did he really know what that entailed? He was a bit of a flirt by nature, even if he wasn’t always as obvious about it as his brother, but could he really fake being in love with you for the night? You felt like it was a big ask, at least if you wanted to pull it off successfully. Just to be safe, you checked in with him a couple times to give him a chance to back out, but he always came back with a reassuring, and slightly comical answer.

You knew that you should’ve mentioned to him that it wasn’t just Bryan at work who assumed that the two of you were dating. Word spreads fast, especially in an office where there isn’t much more to talk about. So more than a couple of your coworkers had asked about him. A few of the women had asked to see pictures of the two of you together which, thanks to years of friendship, you actually had. To say they were enamored with the idea of you being in love with a big bad biker boy would be an understatement, but at least they bought into it.

So many thoughts were flying through your head as you put the finishing touches on your outfit and makeup. Red had always been your go-to color for more formal events, and the fact that you were going to a Christmas party just made it all the more fitting. The dress was one of your favorites—it fit you like a glove and went perfect with your gold jewelry. Slipping into a pair of small black heels, you gave yourself a last look in the mirror and decided that you were as ready as you were ever going to be.

EZ offered to drive the two of you, since he was supposed to be your date and all, and you didn’t have it in you to say no. You were nervously pacing the length of your living room when you saw headlights stream through the front windows of your house. You didn’t want to admit to yourself why there were so many butterflies in your stomach, but you knew full-well why they were there.

There was a light knock on your front door and you laughed, like EZ hadn’t let himself in a million times before. Walking over, you grabbed your purse on the way and pulled the door open. EZ was leaning against the doorframe, nonchalant as ever.

“Here to get my girlfriend for a party?” he smiled, laughing.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t try to hide the grin on your face, “You came to the right spot.”

Both of you took a moment to take the other in. You couldn’t remember the last time you saw EZ so dressed up. He had on black slacks and a white button-down with a red tie that matched your dress almost perfectly, which was impressive since he didn’t know exactly what you were planning on wearing. You fought the urge to bite down on your bottom lip, reminding yourself that he was your fake boyfriend for the night, not a real one.

“You look great,�� his eyes were a little wider than usual as he looked you over.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Reyes,” you flashed him a smile.

He held out his hand for you to take, “You ready?”

You laughed, setting your hand in his, “I feel like I should be asking you that.”

As the two of you walked to the car, EZ gave your hand a light squeeze as he shook his head, “I spend every day with Angel and Gilly—nothing your coworkers say is gonna shock me or hurt my feelings.”

You chuckled, stepping back as he opened the passenger door for you, “I guess that’s true.”

On the drive over, you told EZ all about the people he was going to be seeing. He listened to you rant about your coworkers pretty frequently, so he already had a basic idea of who he was going to be dealing with. Honestly, if you’d asked him, he was excited to finally be able to put some faces to the names he’d been hearing for so long now. He fought the urge to keep looking over at you as you rambled—he could’ve listened to you forever.

EZ rolled into the parking lot and looked over at the building for a moment before returning his attention to you, “This is the place?”

You shrugged, “Yea, I guess they have some swanky rooftop reception area, and my boss had to blow through the last of our budget for the year,” you laughed.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, “Swanky, huh?”

You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder a light shove, “Shut up.”

“What are the chances of this place letting the club throw a party here?” he chuckled as he parked the car.

You laughed, shaking your head, “Please, if you call, make sure I’m there to eavesdrop on the conversation.”

The two of you made your way towards the front doors of the hotel, EZ effortlessly linking his arm with yours as your heels clicked against the tile floors of the extremely nice lobby. If he was nervous, he was incredibly good at hiding it. You just hoped that you could hide it as well as he seemed to. Your heart was pounding inside your chest and your face felt hot—you hoped that it was something only you could notice.

The doors to the rooftop swung open, and you looked over at EZ just in time to see his eyes widen in wonder. It was more upscale than the places the two of you usually went, even when you were going to other parties or weddings together. There were already a good number of people from your job there milling about, making small talk and sipping on what you assumed was their first drink of the night. EZ’s arm tightened against yours for a moment as you both stepped forward, letting the door shut behind you. He gazed around at the whole setup, the lighting, the firepits, the lounge areas and tables.

“What do you do for work again?” he asked quietly with a laugh, “Because I might have to start.”

You chuckled, leaning against his side, “Better brush up on your notes if you’re gonna pull off being my boyfriend.”

He looked over at you, a smirk spreading across his face when he saw you dramatically batting your eyelashes at him, “Don’t worry, I got this. I’ve basically been training my whole life for this.”

“Training? Your whole life?” you laughed as you made your way towards the bar, “To be my fake boyfriend?”

“Yea,” he snaked his arm around your waist, leaning in close to your ear, “you’re gonna be blown away by how good I am at it.”

You laughed, and you hoped that you didn’t sound as breathless as you felt. You tried to check yourself, remind yourself that he was just being Ezekiel, trying to get you riled up and make you laugh. It wasn’t serious. He wasn’t serious.

The two of you were standing there waiting for your drinks when one of your coworkers walked up, a curious smirk on her face as she looked at the two of you standing there. She was clearly trying to get a read on the situation, see if things were really as good as you’d told her they were in the past when she’d asked. You reached and gave EZ’s arm a light, almost imperceptible squeeze letting him know it was showtime.

He turned, his drink in one hand and yours in the other. The smile on his face was as charming as you’d ever seen it. He didn’t say anything, allowing for one of you to make the first introduction.

Your coworker was all too happy to speak up first, “Well, well, well, so nice to finally meet you! Was starting to think that your girlfriend here was never going to bring you around,” she nodded towards you as she held out her hand, “Julia.”

EZ handed you your glass so that he could shake your coworker’s hand, “Nice to meet you, although something tells me that I don’t really need to tell you my name.”

She shrugged, smiling, “I guess not,” she turned to you, “I’m glad that you made it though, really,” she stepped in and gave you a brief hug, “I’m sure I’ll touch base with you again before the night is out.”

You smiled, and you hoped that it looked more genuine than it felt, “I’m sure you will.”

She looked back at EZ, “Enjoy the party!”

He chuckled, nodding, “Thanks, you too,” he watched her as she flitted off to another group of people before turning his attention back to you, “So is she actually that bad at reading people, or does she really not know that you think she’s annoying?”

It got you to laugh as you shook your head, “I really don’t have a damn clue,” you took a large sip of your drink, “I’d like to believe that maybe she’s really just that clueless.”

The smile didn’t disappear from his face as the two of you wandered a little closer to the groups of people who were there, “Alright, so that’s Julia,” he scanned the crowd over the rim of his glass as he drank, “Have you told me about any of these other people?”

You nodded, “Yes,” you tugged him towards a table so that you could set your purse down, also giving you a little distance so you could gesture towards specific people without seeming overly obvious about it. He nodded, taking in everything that you were saying. Upon seeing everyone, a lot of your stories made a lot more sense, and certainly became much more entertaining once he could put faces to the names.

As the evening wore on, you were surprised at how easy it all was, how natural it felt. You had no idea that EZ was such a good actor, seamlessly adding onto whatever stories you were telling as he nodded and laughed along with you. There were moments where you felt light, fleeting touches and you’d spare a glance over at EZ, but he would still be talking with your friends, acting like it was all the most second-nature thing in the world to be close to you like that. The heat from his palm would radiate through the fabric of your dress against your back, or the outside of your arm if he looped his arm around you. Each touch was something that you leaned into with no hesitation, figuring that if you were only going to get one night of it, you might as well milk it for all that it was worth.

You could tell that all of your coworkers were enamored with him—he still had an air of mystery about him in their eyes as your biker boyfriend who cleaned up so nice to come to this party with you. You wondered if he found it all to be a bit much, but there was an amused glint in his eyes, a tiny smirk on his face, that let you know that he was eating it all up. Sure, it was a performance by the two of you but what was the point if you didn’t have a little fun performing?

“So did you guys come here on the bike?” one of your friends asked with a laugh.

You laughed as you shook your head, “Not in this dress,” you took a sip of your drink, “Next party I’ll put together an outfit with pants so we can, though.”

You were all laughing together when EZ’s hand, that had previously been resting idly on your hip, gripped onto you slightly. His body tensed up just enough for you to notice, and you turned to him, immediately wondering what put him on-edge like that.

It only took one scan of your surroundings to see what had caused the shift in demeanor. It was actually surprising to you that you’d gotten so far into the evening without crossing paths with Bryan, the person responsible for your “relationship” with EZ. Despite the fact that EZ didn’t know what the man looked like, he didn’t have to. He could tell by the way Bryan carried himself, by the way the man was looking at you as he walked closer. EZ had no use for anyone looking at you like you were their next meal, and it struck the worst nerve with him.

“Y/N,” Bryan called out, not even looking at EZ who was as glued to your side as he’d been all night, “was worried that I missed you.”

You sighed, clenching your jaw despite your best effort not to, “No such luck.”

“Oh, c’mon,” he laughed, despite the fact that no one else seemed even the slightest bit amused by him, “if I’d missed you, I wouldn’t have the opportunity to meet the famous boyfriend,” he finally turned and looked at EZ, “What was your name again?”

“Apparently I’m not that famous, then,” EZ had a tight smile on his face, and you could feel him forcing himself to hold his hand out for Bryan to shake, “Ezekiel.”

Bryan raised his eyebrows, nodding as he shook EZ’s hand, “Ezekiel. Quite the name. I’m—”

“Bryan,” EZ cut him off as he pulled his hand back, “I know.”

It was the first time you’d ever seen Bryan squirm under the weight of someone’s gaze. You were trying to bite back your smile but you didn’t know how successful you were, and truthfully, you didn’t care. There was something satisfying about not just seeing Bryan be put in his place, but for EZ to be the one to do it, and on your behalf nonetheless. His face might’ve been neutral, but the protective grip that he still had on your hip let you know that just because you were satisfied with the interaction, didn’t mean that he was.

“Nice to finally meet you,” Bryan locked eyes with EZ, but it was clear in his body language that he wasn’t happy about it. You were expecting him to follow up with a bad joke, or a slightly inappropriate comment the way that he usually did, but there was nothing.

EZ nodded, “Yea, I’m sure it is.”

“Alright, well, uh,” Bryan awkwardly tucked his hands into his pockets, “I’ll catch…catch up with you guys later.”

That was the only time you saw EZ give a genuine smile throughout the entire interaction, “See ya.”

Once he started walking away, you could feel EZ’s body start to lose some of its tension. His hold on your hip remained, though, and you wonder if he even noticed it. The two of you sat with your friends for the rest of the night, the evening from that point on passing without incident. EZ was sat next to you, leaned back in his seat with his arm draped around your shoulders. Every so often while he was listening to the group of you all talk, his thumb would lightly trace back and forth along the outside of your arm.

As the party was finally starting to wind down, a few of your coworkers invited you both to go out with them since they were going to head to a bar, but you weren’t going to put EZ through that. He’d already given up enough of his night for you.

The two of you said your final goodbyes and walked in the opposite direction in the parking lot, heading back to the car rather than towards downtown with everyone else. EZ’s hand was still interlocked with yours as you got closer to the car, both of you laughing about the entirety of the night.

“Thank you for this,” you let out a sigh of relief, “It wasn’t that bad, right?”

He laughed, shaking his head, “It wasn’t bad at all. Your work friends are fun.”

“Very different from your work friends,” you smiled.

He looked over at you, smiling, “Yea, thank god.”

You leaned back against the car as he got the keys out of his pocket. You found yourself running your teeth along your bottom lip as you looked at him. “I gotta admit,” you said with a slight shake of your head, “I think I’m gonna miss being your fake girlfriend.”

He laughed as he opened the driver’s door and looked over at you, “Oh yea?”

You could feel the heat creeping up into your face, and you knew that without the liquid courage in you, this conversation would definitely not be happening, “Yea. I mean, you were right, you are pretty good at it,” your breath caught in your throat as he leaned against the car next to you, “Your real girlfriend is gonna be real lucky.”

He drummed his fingers on the hood, “Yea, guess we’ll see, right?”

You nodded, swallowing hard, “Right,” you tried to get your thoughts in order, “So can I keep you on the hook as my fake boyfriend for the foreseeable future? Or do I have to start planning a big, dramatic, fake breakup?”

EZ laughed as he loosened his tie a little, “No, not the fake breakup. Not after I just met all your friends. I thought things were going so well!”

Neither of you could contain your laughter. Sliding closer to him, you leaned against his arm, “Alright, alright. I think we could make things work.”

His laughter quieted and his smile softened as he looked at you, “Well that’s good.”

The two of you stood there like that for a moment, with you leaning against him. To say that you were gazing at each other felt so dramatic, but you wouldn’t have been able to describe it any other way if someone had asked. Neither of you said anything for a minute, just soaking up the moment.

You both started speaking at the same time, each stopping and laughing at the same time as well. EZ shook his head, gesturing for you to continue, “Go ahead.”

As much as you wanted to say what you were really thinking, you just didn’t think that you had it in you to be that honest. Because what if it all went wrong? You took a deep breath, “This was really fun.”

He nodded, “It was.”

He watched your expression for a moment, and he could see it in your eyes that there was something more that you wanted to say, wanted to do. He would’ve been lying if he said that he didn’t have the same exact feeling all night, that things just felt too easy and too right.

“Hey, EZ?” you finally said.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, “Yea?”

Taking a leap of faith, you leaned in and kissed him, barely brushing your lips against his but still getting your point across. Your entire body trembled as you pulled away, trying to see if you just ruined everything. But, before you could get too far, he turned and pulled you to him by your hips, pressing his lips to yours as he leaned into you, guiding you and pushing your back against the car in the process.

You couldn’t deny that you were surprised, but not surprised enough to not give into it. Your hands came to rest on his shoulders for a moment before sliding up and resting on either side of his neck. You felt the way that his fingertips gripped tighter onto your hips as your lips continued to move against his, and you all but melted completely into him.

When he pulled away to catch his breath, you couldn’t stop the surprised laugh that slipped past your lips. You looked at him, your thumb tracing along the side of his throat as you smiled, “Way to really commit to the act.”

He smiled, shaking his head, “That wasn’t an act,” he paused, choosing his words carefully, “None…none of it was. Not really.”

You could feel your face heating up and you fought the urge to break the eye contact that you had with him. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss against your lips, and you felt yourself going weak in the knees. The entire interaction had you kicking yourself for not telling EZ that he was your office boyfriend a long time ago.

“So,” he cleared his throat, a smile creeping across his face, “I can…take you home?”

You laughed, nodding, “Yea, I guess we can’t stand here in the parking lot all night,” you toyed with the end of his tie, “You can stay if you want?”

His face lit up, “Yea?”

You nodded, “Yea, I mean, if you want.”

“Are you asking me as your fake boyfriend or a real one?”

You laughed, giving him a playful shove, “Take me home, Reyes.”

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snow days - b.b x reader

Plot: After being called The Winter Soldier for most of his life, Bucky Barnes hates the snow, so he decides to stay inside instead of joining the rest of the Avengers as they enjoy the weather. Y/N decides to keep him company. (It’s shorter than my usual fics but still very fluffy and cute) Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader Notes: I’m posting this for Day 2 of @staticscreenwriting and I’s Christmas Calendar. The prompt was First Snow. If you’d like to be involved (and you don’t have to be a writer to do so), check the rules here, and read the masterlist of the days so far here! Warnings: A few small mentions of Bucky being TWS and the bad memories he has associated with that time, and of Steve being gone.

“What do you mean, you don’t like the snow?” Sam gasps as he wraps a scarf around his neck. Bucky raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t like the snow! I don’t get why that’s so hard for you to understand. It’s cold! And it’s wet and-ugh.” Bucky trails off. It’s been snowing in NYC all day, and the rest of The Avengers have decided that they want to go out and enjoy it, whilst Bucky has decided the opposite, despite encouragement from the others to go out and join them in their snowball fights or snowman building.

“Well, we don’t get much of it down in Louisiana, so I’m going to go enjoy myself with the others. You have fun inside now.” Bucky nods.

“Yeah, don’t let me stop your fun. See you later.” He waves from his position on the couch as Sam leaves the room. Sighing, Bucky wraps his blanket closer around his legs in an attempt to keep warm and leans back against the couch cushions. He doesn’t mean to be a grump or a killjoy. Actually, when he was growing up, sledging with Steve was one of his favourite things to do when it snowed. But things are different now. Steve’s gone, for a start. And when you’ve had most of your childhood memories wiped, been known as The Winter Soldier for about 70 years, and spent most of your life on ice or just in the cold...the cold and snow isn’t your favourite thing anymore. It just conjures bad memories more than fun. And now he’s alone. Again. He hasn’t decided whether that’s a good or bad thing yet. Bucky glances out of the window, watching as big flakes continue to fall from the sky. It does look beautiful. He can admit that at least. Suddenly, Bucky hears footsteps coming closer, and he glances up to see his best friend Y/N coming his way. He frowns.

“Can I sit?” She asks, gesturing to the seat beside him. Bucky nods and she does so.

“What are you doing here?” He realises his question comes off as more accusatory and rude than curious, so he quickly clarifies. “I mean, wouldn’t you rather be outside with the others, rather than stuck here with me?” Y/N shrugs.

“I’m fine. I don’t like the snow much either. It’s too cold outside for me.” She gestures to the pair of fuzzy polkadot socks on her feet. “And Bucky, I’m not stuck here with you. I like spending time with you. You’re my best friend, remember?” She smiles, and despite how cold Bucky feels, the warmth and sincerity of Y/N’s smile makes him feel just a little bit warmer and happier. “So...whatcha doing?”

“Well, nothing. I hadn’t planned on doing anything really. Or having you join me.” He chuckles awkwardly. “I was probably just going to nap, or watch a movie or something....maybe listen to music. It’s not normal for me to have the H.Q. to myself a while. I’m quite out of my depth, not gonna lie.” Y/N giggles and nods.

“Well, can I join you? Maybe we can think of something to do together.” Bucky smiles. How could he ever turn her down?

“Always.”

~*~*~*~*~

“Oh, come on, that is not a Christmas movie!”

“Yes it is! He’s going to an office Christmas party!” Y/N argues.

“I thought Christmas movies were meant to be festive and happy!”

“What, Bruce Willis saving the day from bad guys isn’t festive or happy Bucky? Cause it is! You’re gonna look at me and you’re going to tell me that I’m wrong?” Y/N raises a brow. Bucky and Y/N decided to watch a film together a few hours ago, but still can’t decide which one to watch. “Well, we can pick something else, it’s okay.” She looks through the collection of DVDs on her lap, biting her lip in concentration. Bucky watches her as she does so. As he does so, all he can think about is how beautiful she looks. How beautiful she’s always looked. The snow falling behind her helps too. He suddenly feels an overwhelming desire to kiss her. Unbeknownst to Y/N, he’s been in love with her from the moment he laid eyes on her, but his feeling of love has never been as strong as it has in this moment. “Well, I don’t have any ideas. Do you?” She asks, looking over and seeing Bucky staring at her. Her eyes widen slightly, and Bucky’s cheeks flush ever so slightly pink. “Why...are you staring at me like that?”

“Oh um, nothing. It’s nothing.” Bucky mumbles, trying desperately to think of something, anything, to change the topic. But all he can think about is how much he wants to kiss his best friend. “I mean we don’t have to watch a Christmas movie, cause at this rate we might never pick one. How about something like....” He rummages through the other DVDs, trying desperately to pick something to stop all the thoughts rushing through his head. Finally, he pulls one out. “Something like this! The Princess Bride! That’s one of your favourites right?”

“Well, yeah it is, but-are you sure? If you don’t wanna watch it it’s okay.” Bucky shakes his head.

“No! Let’s go for it! I’ve never seen it anyways. It’ll be fun.” Y/N nods, and Bucky places the disc in the DVD player. He sighs. Hopefully this will help clear his head a little.

~*~*~*~*~

He picked a romance movie. Of course he did. And of course it’s not helping to clear his head in the slightest. Well, it was his own fault really. What else would a movie called ‘The Princess Bride’ be about? Sure, at the beginning they made it a point to say that this wasn’t just a romance movie, but come on there’s a princess, dashing heroes, true love and....and Y/N is watching this whole thing with a big smile on her face, quoting it almost entirely word for word. And that’s why Bucky knows he can’t be mad about it, not really. Also, it may be a romance movie, but it is a really good one. So, he stays quiet and keeps watching.

“Aw yes!” Y/N sighs happily as Inigo Montoya defeats the six fingered man. Suddenly, a cold chill comes through the room, and Y/N shivers. Without even thinking, Bucky wraps the blanket around her shoulders, and pulls her closer. So close their bodies are touching. He blushes. Why did he do that? Sure, it feels nice and all that, but why did he do that? He could’ve just given her the blanket and now he’s- “Thanks.” She whispers, smiling softly, turning back to glance at him. Bucky feels a pang in his heart all over again. Now he wants to kiss her even more.

“I should be thanking you. You’re the one who stayed with me today and kept me company, even if you didn’t have to.”

“Are you kidding? Of course I would. I love you Buck-” Y/N squeals suddenly, and clamps her hand over her mouth. Bucky’s eyes widen.

“What did you just say?” He asks. Of course, he heard her perfectly, but he’s still in shock. In shock that she might feel the same way about him as he does with her.

“I um. I said I love you.” She repeats, her words coming out slowly and shakily, like she can’t quite believe she’s saying them. Bucky’s heart rate increases, and for a moment he’s glad he’s sitting down because he knows that if he was standing he’d be on the floor in seconds. “I’m sorry Bucky, it just slipped out, and I know you might not feel the same way but-”

“You love me?” Bucky repeats, still slightly in shock. Y/N nods.

“And I understand if you don’t feel the same but I just-” Bucky cuts her off, taking both her hands in his.

“I love you too.” He smiles widely, sure it’s one of the widest smiles he’s ever had. So wide it could split his face in half. “Can I...can I kiss you?” He asks, and she nods. Slowly Y/N and Bucky lean in closer, and their lips touch in a soft kiss. Y/N’s hands automatically go into Bucky’s hair, whilst his go around her waist. The TV continues playing in the background, but the pair are past the point of caring about the movie by this point. All they are focused on is each other. A voice soon speaks from the TV.

"Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind." Peter Falk says. Bucky and Y/N pull apart, and Y/N starts giggling.

“Well, that’s a...definite coincidence.” She laughs. “Did you plan this Bucky? I feel like you might have planned this.”

“Absolutely not! ...But I’m still happy it happened.” He smiles, pulling her closer. “We’re definitely doing this on the next snow day.”

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