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saidrolav · 3 years

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Calcu-lust.

Highschool!Sam Wilson x gn!reader

Summary: You think you're done with relationships since your last ex but you fall harder than ever for a guy in your math class.

Warnings: none! pure fluff! 🧡

a/n: Hiii! Just felt like writing some Highschool AU for no reason, this has been inspired by the song stupid with love from the musical Mean Girls, hope you'll like it!

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You were near your locker when Wanda talked to you for the first time of your day. Wanda was the first one that had introduced herself to you, she was the first friend you had made at your school and you were happy she did, she was the most wonderful bestfriend anyone could ask for. She was here for you at any time, the two of you were spending nights listening to music, dancing like crazy and watching movies together, she was the nicest. Not too long ago, she had decided that her mission was to find you a lover. Since you knew her, you have never been in a relationship because of your last ex that hurted you. Wanda loved talking about boys and girls at your school even if you, not so much, you weren't really attracted to anybody. This morning at 8am, at the start of the day, when you were already tired, she obviously had to talk to you about her mission of finding you a partner.

"Wanda!" You had cutted her in the middle of the list of people she found attractive and she looked at you with wide eyes. You checked quickly around you and found some of the students looks on you, you almost just shouted on the corridor and you lowered your voice quickly. "As i said, i'm over it. I used to crush easily in the past, but i'm done with that." She nodded furiously as you talked, drinking every word you were saying. "No more falling for people at the drop of a hat, i'm focusing on school and my future." She rolled her eyes while sighing. You putted your backpack on your shoulder and closed your locker while smiling at her disappointed face.

As you were about yo go for your first class, you heard a couple of whispers in the corridor. Wanda looked around, she seemed to have heard those too because she was investigating the crowd with her eyes to see what was happening, she loved gossiping. Even if you two were searching what was arriving, you both knew what was coming, or rather, who were coming.

It took no time before Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were walking through the corridor, meeting you and Wanda's gazes, sending chills down your spine. The three guys were pretty popular at your school, each one for a different reason. Steve was popular for being pretty good in sports and good looking, tall, blonde, blue eyes, girls and boys were falling for him all around the school. He was a huge victim of gossips, there was always at least once a week a new gossip about him dating someone but the truth is, Steve was super sweet, caring and gentle with everyone but not a lot into dating.

Sam was just as known by everyone, he was also good in sports and extremely funny, the man always had to crack a joke when he could, making people laugh would bright up his day. He was less victim of gossip because he was talking to the whole school and was making sure everyone was feeling at ease around him.

Bucky was the less popular of the three of them, mostly because he was the most introverted of the three. He was really shy but harsh when he talked and he truly wasn't afraid of telling what he tought. The brunette was a truly different person when you were seeing him at lunch with Sam and Steve, letting out laughs from the heart. You only shared one class with James and he was always at the back of the class, drawing sketches furiously in his copybooks in silence.

The three of them passed by you and Wanda. Sam gave you a huge smile and a wave without stopping his tracks. You could only hear his voice echoing in your ears: "Sup, Wanda, Y/N,". Your blood was rushing to your cheeks, these blushing furiously. This man had so much confidence, it was intimidating. Your hands held tighter the strap of your backpack as you watched him walk away, biting your lower lip. You didn't even saw Steve giving you a polite smile and Buck giving a quick glance on your direction, they didn't stopped and followed Sam quickly as your mind was still racing of this insignificant gesture.

"So turned out, you were lying. You still fall for people with a drop of a hat." Your head snapped in Wanda's direction. She was already looking at you with a knowing look, a smirk and wiggling eyebrows. You chuckled before rolling your eyes and going to your first class of the day without waiting for her. "You won't get away with that so easily Y/N ! It's my mission!" You laughed once again and went in your science class.

Your day passed slowly and it made you even more tired as the hours were advancing. You slowly made your way to your last class, exhausted as ever. As you were about to enter the classroom you stood in the doorway, all of your tiredness going away as you saw Sam Wilson sitting at your desk. You stood there for a couple of milliseconds that felt like hours while staring at him, then you realized you might look like a creep so you went to sit just behind him without saying anything. He didn't realized you were staring at him, to your biggest satisfaction.

You knew Sam was in your class, it wasn't the surprise. The surprise was that he sat somewhere else than his usual seat, and at your own usual place. Actually, you never saw him much in your math class, mostly because he was always in the back. You only knew he had good grades because teachers would always congratulate him, but he always seemed like he wasn't listening in class. He was a nice and funny guy who could talk with anyone easily but in class he wasn't that much of a trouble maker. What were you thinking about ? He probably didn't even noticed he sitted at your desk.

You were wrong. Sam knew exactly where you sitted because he already saw you a couple of times in this class or at lunch and he thought you were mesmerizing, because, he was, in fact, mesmerized by you. Your laugh, your smile, the way your were talking. At first, he thought you didn't wanted of a guy like him. Loud, noisy, attracting everyone's attention, but when Steve told him this morning the way you were looking at him, boy, his heart beat faster, a huge smile took over his features and he felt like the happiest man on Earth. You were looking at him, the way he did. As soon as he heard what the blonde said to him, he thought about you all day and for him, the day passed really quickly. He was going to ask you out on a date at the end of this class, and he would do everything he could, starting as you walked by the door.

You putted on your desk your pencil case and everything you needed for your math class, he did the same. You were watching his every moves closely, a bit lost in your toughts. The class started and you tried to focus, you really did, but with such a beautiful man in front of you, you soon met your toughts again. That's why you were so surprised when he made eye contact with you.

"Do you have an eraser ?" He smiled angelically and you knew you were screwed.

"I would love to.." You answered mindlessly as you were putting, in his hand, your own eraser. He chuckled at your answer, that's when you realized how dumb sounded your response. As your hands touched you felt an electric shock running through your veins and your cheeks became crimson at the contact. He used your eraser briefly before putting it back on your table with a quick "thanks".

You didn't even liked your math class that much, but who were you to complain when such an astonishing man was sitting in front of you, math class was becoming slowly your favourite. Thanks maths for giving you the right to put your eyes on Sam Wilson.

You were studying the back of his head curiously, watching his dark hair, his skin, what he was wearing closely, you wouldn't miss a sight of him, you were so close his cologne was tickling your nose and, it smelt amazing.

You were listening as his soothing voice was talking with confidence answering the questions of the teacher, filling the room that was usually in the silence. The man was really smart, and it only made your heart swell even more. He looked like he was straight out of a romance TV show and you just couldn't keep your eyes off of him. Your eyes went lower and you saw his hands playing easily with his pen, his arms showing that work out had been done and before you could continue to observe him, the bell rang and he was leaving in seconds making you sigh as you packed up your things. You've been studying him instead of your maths the whole hour and now you were completely lost in the lesson. You putted your backpack on your shoulders and exited the classroom and your whole body stopped in the middle of the corridor because he didn't left.

He was here. Waiting for someone. When his eyes found yours a giant smile took over his lips and you bit yours. He was walking over someone else behind you right ? Not you right now, he was coming no time to think!

He took a big breath before talking, "Please don't interrupt me because i've been searching what i'm about to say the whole class," you both chuckled before he continued, "So, Hi? Okay so," he cleared his throat, "I think you're very cool and i wanted to know if we could go on a date sometime, maybe grab something to eat or watch a movie togerher, no pressure don't feel obligated to say yes, just... tell me what you think you know." He let out a shaky laugh as he fidgeted akwardly with his fingers before looking back at you. Damn, Sam Wilson was asking you on a date, that was a big deal because he was nervous and never he was, but how could you say no ? You've been admiring him from afar for way too long and he just admitted he was also doing so.

"Yeah, i'd love to go on a date with you sometime Sam." You smiled sweetly at him and you searched fastly in your backpack before taking out your marker. He was super excited and had a giant smile on his face, his heart was beating so fast he thought he might get out of his cage. "I don't have a paper it's okay if i write on the back of your hand ?" You cocked an eyebrow at him and he nodded eagerly. You wrote your number on the back of his hand as you said and as soon as your skin touched again, that electric wave going trough your body came back faster than ever, your smile growing even bigger. You definitly thought it was love at first sight, and that it was what soulmates were experiencing.

You looked at him when you finished writing, he looked more happy than ever and it made your cheeks blush. You putted your marker back in your bag and a couple of seconds passed just where Sam and you were staring at each other with a huge smile. Then he finally talked.

"I should probably go.. I'll tell you when we'll plan our date ?" He looked at you as you nodded in silence, you approached him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before doing a quick wave of the hand "See ya, Wilson." and disappearing in the corridor. Otherwise Sam stood there a couple of minutes caressing with his cheek where you kissed him with the tip of his fingers. He came back to him, realizing what happened and he jumped in the air like a kid, even doing a little dance of joy, running towards Steve and Bucky, ready to tell them everything.

You however you joined Wanda that gave you a knowing look. "I know, i said i'm over it but-" She cutted you with an excited squeak and took you in her arms. "I'm so happy for you! You don't even need me to find a boyfriend!" You laughed and she did so too.

You couldn't wait for your date, and you couldn't wait for your next math class.

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 3 years

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Before the streetlights come on: Chapter 1

Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader (AU)

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Summary: It's the summer of 1994 and you find yourself falling for your childhood best friend. There's a lot that can happen before the street lights come on.

Warnings:

"Be home before the streetlights come on!" You heard your mom tell you and your little siblings as the three of you ran out the door.

"Yes ma'am!" The three of you shouted before the door shut and your each went your separate ways. You went right next door where your best friend of 16 years lived, while your siblings got their bikes and went to find their friends. Summer break started a week ago and this was now the routine. You rang the doorbell waiting.

"Hey y/n!" Sarah Rogers, your best friend's mom said as she opened the door.

"Hi, Mrs. Rogers is Steve up yet?" You asked.

"Coming! I'm coming!" You heard the blonde hair blue-eyed boy you call your best friend shout before someone came running down the stairs.

"Yes he is." She chuckled, you laughed with her as he stumbled on the last step.

"Smooth move"

"Hi." Steve smiled at you. "Bye, mom!"

"Bye, Mrs. Rogers!"

"Be home before the streetlights come on!" She hollered as you two ran to your bicycles.

"Okay!" The two of you rode down the street.

"Diner?" You asked him.

"Yeah obviously." He said speeding up on his bike. You rolled your eyes following. Once finally at the dinner you two were sat waiting for food.

"So for your birthday this year are you gonna have a party?" You asked.

"Probably not a party of us two, Tony, and Bruce won't be that fun." He shrugged.

"Oh well you should still invite them over to watch fireworks."

"Yeah."

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"So I say we go to the mall." You suggested after a while of sitting in the park talking.

"Sure." Steve shrugged standing up before helping you up. "Race you?"

"Oh your on!" You ran to your bike getting on it as fast as possible before riding away. He copied quickly making it in front of you. He ended up winning though.

"Well, we could go to blockbuster and get a movie we can watch it at my house," Steve suggested.

"Sure." You shrugged putting your bike in the bike racks.

"Great! So what movie?"

"A Disney one." You suggested.

"Okay." The two of your walked around the mall for a little while before going to Blockbuster and getting the movie. By the time you got outside it was almost time for the street lights to come on.

"Race you home!" You said riding off. He followed quickly behind you.

"Hey, no fair! You got a head start!" Steve complained, parking his bike in front of his house.

"Don't be a sore loser!" You scoffed. "Okay I'll ask my mom if I can come over after dinner.

"Okay see you then." Steve smiled at you before walking in. You sighed walking into your own home.

"Momma! I'm home!" You exclaimed.

"Welcome home dear!" She smiled before going to the door to scream for your sibling. You rolled your eyes heading up to your room.

You looked out the window seeing Steve in his room which had a window across from your own. You looked away quickly when he noticed you and just grabbed what you came to your room for. You were developing a bit of a crush for the blonde. You couldn't tell him or anyone for that matter. You didn't want to ruin the long friendship the two of you had so you ignored you feelings. Hung out with him a lot as usual. You wish your other friends were there this summer but they weren't. Sure you had other friends then just Sam, Nat, and Bucky but they were also busy this summer.

Wanda and Pietro were visiting their home country. Clint was a counselor at a summer camp. Bruce had a summer job. You didn't know how but Tony got a job babysitting a kid named Peter. You were surprised he'd even get a summer job since his parents are rich but you assumed it was just to stay away from his dad. And Vision was with Wanda and Pietro.

So almost every day this summer will just be you and Steve. And you ignoring your crush.

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ynscrazylife · 2 years

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For you’re celebration event!!

College!AU with either Sam, Steve, or Bucky x reader?

I love physical hurt/comfort so maybe whoever you choose gets pretty injured during a sports game?

Congrats on all your milestones!!!!

Rivals, but not Really

Summary: Bucky and Y/N are on opposing baseball teams. What happens when Y/N gets hurt? (College!AU)

Authors Note: First fic of my AU Event!

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Friend!Reader, Sam Wilson x Friend!Reader

Word Count: 2,888

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Main Masterlist | MCU Masterlist #1 | MCU Masterlist #2

PSA: Do NOT copy, steal, translate, plagiarize, republish, etc any of my works on Tumblr or any other platform. Also, do NOT claim any of my works as your own. All of these works are either requests I’ve gotten that people have wanted me to write or original ideas I’ve had for works. If you happen to take inspiration from anything I’ve written and want to write something inspired by that, please a) ask me first and b) IF I say yes, credit me as inspo in your post by tagging me and link whatever work of mine that inspired you. Thanks.

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“Oh, wow. Lookie who’s here, Buck.”

Pausing his arm stretches, Bucky turned to look at where his friend, Sam, was ponting. His eyes landed on the rival team, who was walking onto the other side of the field. It took him a second to understand his friend’s words, though, until he saw one player in particular, who he assumed had to be who Sam meant.

Y/N, who was his, Sam’s, and Steve’s best friend from highschool and Bucky’s crush. He had fallen for her during senior year and his feelings reamined even as they were sophomores in college. Thankfully, they went to colleges in the same state, which allowed them to keep in touch so their friendship wouldn’t plummet.

“Yeah, what about her?” Bucky asked, turning back to face Sam. He retained a neutral look on his face, knowing that any blush or frown would give Sam what he wanted.

Instead of launching into his teasing about Bucky’s crush on her, like he usually did, his gaze didn’t move from watching Y/N. “I thought she was on the tennis team,” he said.

From his stance a few feet away, Steve rolled his eyes. “You didn’t know she was on her school’s baseball team too? She wore her jersey the last time we had lunch with her,” he reminded Sam.

“I thought it was a tennis jersey!”

“Tennis players don’t wear jerseys.”

Bucky returned his gaze at Y/N, tuning out his friends’ bickering. He watched her take a swig of water from her water bottle before she joined her team in a huddle. Every time he saw her, his heart would leap and his stomach would sink, just as they did so now. It was bittersweet, really. She didn’t return his affection, he was well aware of that, since the last time they talked she mentioned a date with her boyfriend. Ever since they had enrolled in separate colleges, Sam and Steve had encouraged Bucky to move on from his feelings for her. To humor them, he had tried at first, but didn’t mind his unrequited feelings for her much most of the time - at least, that’s what he told himself.

Besides, how could he, when Y/N looked adorable in the baseball cap she wore?

“Uh, hell-o?” That was Sam.

“Earth to Bucky?” Steve.

A blink and suddenly Steve’s hand was waving in front of his face.

“Sorry, what?” Bucky stumbled, realizing he had zoned out while thinking about his romantic woes.

He ignored how his friends' cracked smirks. “Coach wants us-” Steve began to say, but was interrupted by the man’s shouts “-on the field.”

Bucky nodded and did a couple more halfhearted arm stretches before walking with Steve and Sam. He got into his pitching position, Sam went to first base, and Steve to second. The rest of their team was already at their own places, and the first member of Y/N’s team stepped up to bat - which turned out to be Y/N herself.

Despite the fact that she was the enemy, Bucky didn’t care to keep a smile off his face. She smiled back and added a small nod, which made his heart flutter (but he was sure to scold himself in his thoughts, needing to be on his a-game).

With the coaches off to the side, the referee started the game.

With that, Bucky pitched. The ball sailed through the air quite quickly, as he wasn’t about to let his feelings for Y/N get in the way of him playing. He still wanted his team to win, after-all. Still, a small part of him cheered when her bat made contact and the ball suddenly soared across the field in the other direction. She managed to get to second base before someone picked it up, where she decided not to run to third yet.

From there, the game continued at a steady pace. Unfortunately for Bucky and fortunately for Y/N, though, Y/N’s team was winning. Bucky wasn’t too bummed about that - he enjoyed the sport for the fun of it, and had learned from Steve to not get so upset about their losses - but couldn’t say the same for his teammates. He noticed that Sam quickly became grumpy and morale amongst the players was dropping quickly.

Which was why, in hindsight, the next thing that happened shocked everyone more than an occurrence like that normally would. In a game where a clear outcome was predicted, no one had thought that this would happen to stir it up.

Alas, it did. Y/N was on first base, preparing at any second to belt to third. The last thing Bucky caught a glimpse of before preparing to pitch was her laughing at something that Sam told her. He pitched the ball and the batter hit it. The ball raced into the sky, heading towards the far end of the field. The batter ran, and so did Y/N, but a third party joined them. One of Bucky’s own teammates, who had been positioned nearby. The ball had gone in the direction of the space between second and third base, and so did he. Why he didn’t let someone further down the field try to go for it, Bucky couldn’t say. All he knew was with his teammate running towards the space between second and third base, and Y/N running from second to third, a collision happened. Bucky’s teammate crashed into Y/N, and they both tumbled to the ground, half in the mud.

His eyes widened and his feet spurred into motion when, after a couple seconds, his teammate pushed himself up but Y/N remained on the ground. By the time he got over there, Steve had beat him to it, one hand cautiously resting on her arm. Y/N was still laying on the ground, but propped herself up by her elbow. One half of her head was muddy and bruised and she snaked her free arm around her ankle, holding it.

“Shit, Y/N! Are you okay?” Bucky asked, dropping to his knees beside her.

Before she could open her mouth and give the blatant answer that no, she was very much not okay, Steve cut in in a low voice. “You can’t tell from the crowd but I saw him push her when they collided.”

At that, Bucky whipped his head around to locate his teammate. When his eyes narrowed on the guy, already whining to their coach about how he was “injured”, Bucky saw red. He went to rise and go over there to - well, he didn’t know exactly what - until a trembling hand tugged at his balled-up fist.

Able to distinguish her from anywhere, Bucky’s anger melted away within seconds at her touch. “Take me to the nurse's office, please?” She requested, her voice small as she fought to keep the pain out of it. Bucky’s tight fist softened and he nodded.

“Of course,” he murmured, nodding. “Can you walk?”

Grimacing, Y/N said, “Just help me off the field and then carry me.”

Bucky had to smile at that, understanding that she didn’t want to be carried in front of her team and her opponent’s school. “You got it, boss,” he said, making her smile, too.

“Uh, are you sure the ref and coach’s gonna allow you to take her? They’d probably rather someone from her own team,” Sam pointed out, having just arrived.

Bucky bit his lip and looked back on Y/N. The look on her face told him that she wanted him to take her, and he wanted to be the one to take her, anyway. Turning to Steve and Sam, he pleaded hastily, “Just - cover for me, okay?”

Steve and Sam agreed and both wished for Y/N to get better soon before Bucky helped her to her feet. With a slight hiss of pain, she leaned further into her friend’s side. Bucky would probably be getting butterflies in his stomach if he wasn’t worried about her. With one arm securely around her, he began helping her half-walk, half-hop at a good pace.

Almost immediately, they heard protests from the coaches. However, Steve and Sam jumped up to calm them down. Y/N did her best to not pay attention to all those people paying attention to her and Bucky kept his gaze straight ahead. The second they got inside, Y/N let out a breath, and Bucky went to pick her up bridal style.

“Thank god,” she mumbled in relief, feeling the weight lift off her ankle as she instinctively rested her head against Bucky’s shoulder.

“Hurts that badly, huh?” Bucky asked, frowning in sympathy as he steered in the direction of the nurse.

Y/N nodded. “It’s just my head and my ankle, mostly. My shoulder hurts too but I think it’s just bruised,” she said.

“That would make sense, he did push you to the ground,” Bucky recounted bitterly, thinking back to the scene with a small shake of his head.

Y/N let out a small sigh. Part of her knew that the logical thing would be to tell Bucky not to do anything about it, that it wasn’t necessary, but the other part of her couldn’t find it in her much to care. As the pain set in, she figured the guy deserved whatever Bucky dealt to him. But, her sigh conveyed enough, and he bit his tongue from speaking out.

Thankfully, the nurse was on duty when they arrived. Seeing the two players, he ushered them inside, muttering something about the sports on campus. As Bucky put Y/N down on a makeshift examination table, Y/N explained what happened as the nurse got out the first aid kit.

As the nurse began to examine Y/N, Bucky shuffled to the side awkwardly. After a couple minutes of looking around at the plain walls, he decided that he might as well step outside to give her more privacy. When he did, and chose to stand right outside the now-closed door, he let out a breath that he had been holding in. At that moment, he felt a buzz, and pulled out his phone to see texts from Steve and Sam.

From Steve, it read: “Game ended. Y/N’s team won. How is she?”

From Sam: “Coach is PISSED at you, man. Expect to run double the laps at next practice. How’s your damsel in distress doing, dashing knight? Lol.”

Typing a response to Steve, Bucky wrote: “She’ll be happy to hear that. She’s getting checked out by the nurse now - I’ll update when I can.”

He texted Sam a “rolling eyes” emoji, telling him to ask Steve.

He entertained himself by going through his texts and the various apps on his phone until the door opened and the nurse appeared. “She’ll be okay, just needs rest,” he reported.

Nodding in relief, Bucky stepped aside to allow the nurse to exit and then went inside himself. Y/N was sitting on the bed, bandages on her head and shoulder and a brace on her ankle. “How are you feeling?” He asked, sitting beside her and offering a smile.

“I’ve been better,” she answered, echoing the smile. Then, after a moment, added: “Um, is it alright if I stay with you guys tonight? There's been an extra bed since John moved out, right? There’s no one to help me back to my dorm at my uni and stuff - I’m sorry.”

Furrowing his eyebrows, Bucky replied, “There’s no need to apologize! You know you’re welcome to stay anytime . . . But isn’t your boyfriend around to take you back? Actually, I’d expect him to join us the moment he saw you hurt. Where is he?”

The moment he mentioned her boyfriend, he could see how her gaze dropped to the bed and the smile slipped off her face. However, he was in too deep, and could only allow his words to tumble off the tip of his tongue. When he finished, he bit his lip anxiously, watching her response.

“We broke up.”

Bucky’s eyes widened and his lips formed an ‘o’ shape. After a second, he got his bearings and fumbled to reply. “Oh - I’m-I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he said.

Shaking her head, Y/N looked back up at him, “I’m okay, really. I’m over him. I just got reminded of the break-up . . . It was messy,” she admitted, nodding to convince him.

He believed her and nodded himself. “Do you want to get going, then? Steve and Sam won’t be at the dorm for a while,” he told her, moving to stand up.

She nodded and took the hand he extended her, cautiously planting her feet on the ground. She bit back a wince at the pain in her ankle and pushed herself up, ending up stumbling a bit when she tried to take a step from the dizziness of her head. Bucky was quick to notice and steady her, wrapping an arm around her as he allowed her to lean against him.

With the dizziness fading, Y/N wiggled her ankle a little, marveling at how strange the brace felt. “It, uh, might be best for you to carry me again, if you don’t mind. I swear I’ll get used to this thing by the morning,” she told him.

Smiling, Bucky hoisted her up in his arms, carrying her like he did before. “My pleasure,” he said, recalling the text exchange with Sam. Instead of thinking about his role as the Knight with annoyance like he did at the time, he found himself just smiling about it.

He took off in the direction of his dorm, neither speaking much until Y/N got the door’s key from Bucky’s pocket and they went inside. Bucky used his shoulder to turn on the lightswitch, illuminating a room that showed a messy bunk bed (Bucky’s was on the top, Sam’s was on the bottom) and two standalone beds - one Steve’s and the other empty.

Bucky plopped Y/N onto the empty bed, which he and his friends had dubbed the “guest bed”. Immediately, she let her muscles relax and nestled her head against the pillow. Bucky looked down at her with a frown and then offered, “Hey, do you want to borrow some of my pajamas to sleep in?” He didn’t wait for her answer before turning around and crossing the room to get to his drawer, where he began pulling out clothes.

Y/N shook her head. “No, no. You’ve done enough for me,” she mumbled, closing her eyes as she realized how tired she really was.

Bucky scoffed. “Don’t be silly. It’s no trouble and you can’t sleep in muddy clothes,” he insisted, before lightly tossing the clothes on her stomach. He headed to the bathroom to give her some privacy.

Cracking her eyes open, Y/N maneuvered herself into a sitting position and observed the clothing. She couldn’t help but shake her head in amusement when she spotted that the shirt he had given her was a team spirit one for his school’s baseball team. Y/N was able to slip on the baggy shorts with ease, but found it difficult to get the shirt on with her injured shoulder.

“Bucky!” She called, turning so her back would be to him when he exited the bathroom. “Can you help me with my shirt?”

A couple seconds later, she heard the door open and him shuffling over.

When Bucky saw the bandage, he let out a small sigh, but nonetheless took the shirt from her and helped her get it on. When they finished, Bucky thought for a moment about another offer he had while Y/N laid down on the bed, on her side.

“If you want, I could give you a massage? I know you’re in pain, and it might help you sleep. It helped my mother,” he said.

Y/N sighed. “You don’t have to,” she said, but it came out as an unintended mumble.

Rolling his eyes at her stubbornness, Bucky went ahead to give her the massage, being mindful of her shoulder in the process. After a couple minutes of it, Y/N said, “You might as well lie down, you know. You don’t have to stay awake on my account.”

Bucky had to admit, she had a point. He was tired. Shuffling a bit, he laid down beside her, letting out a content sigh when he rested his eyes.

He wasn’t sure how long had passed until Y/N spoke up, but when she did it was in a whisper, so clearly she was half-asleep. “You know, the reason why my boyfriend and I broke up was because he thought I liked you . . . and I do.”

This made Bucky’s eyes pop open. “I like you too,” he admitted in a quiet, low voice.

When she didn’t respond, he sat up and peeked over, only to smile when he saw her fast asleep. He laid back down and closed his eyes, falling asleep wearing a smile.

When Steve and Sam walked in later, they did nothing but grin as they spotted their friends. Steve made a beeline for his own bed, while Sam took the opportunity of getting to sleep on the top bunk for once by stealing Bucky’s bed.

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asgardwinter · 2 years

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Traditional

summary | Loki finds out some midgardian traditions that he had no idea about, and he likes it very much.

pairing | Loki x Reader

warnings | fluff, one curse word i think, some kissing and Loki being adorable (and a big tease)

word count | 1.2k

author’s note | merry christmas and happy holidays my loves! fun fact: none of these are traditions here in my country, so i rely on google and lots of christmas movies and fanfiction. anyways, i hope you like it because i loved writing it 💕

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Loki had no idea what was happening.

Even with the six month relationship with the most amazing being of the nine realms—a human with no powers and the incredible ability of knocking someone out with a pen—he was still confused about the midgardian calendar and it’s festivities. In so many years of life he never actively cared about holidays celebrated by humans, but with you being extra excited for each one of them he had a job to do.

In one month you were all about Halloween, decorating the whole compound with Wanda like there was nothing more important than the fake web made with cotton and paper bats you were sticking at the ceiling.

Then the other thing he remembered was you and your loyal companion taking all the decorations and starting with red and gold bulbs and snowflakes and so many lights.

That was exaggerating and Loki was dizzy only to look at the big Christmas Tree you put up in the compound’s living room.

“How did you get all this?” Loki asked as he passed the two of you competing on how fast you could put the golden bows, Wanda cheating and using her magic to win.

“That’s a well kept secret.” You said handing him a bunch of decorative sweet canes. “So you’ll find out with five minutes of thinking.”

And as he thought of it he understood with the suspicious look the pair received from Pepper, only for a moment and she passed by like nothing happened. She probably just linked the enormous boxes filled with decorations to the debits on one of Tony’s cards. The excuse was that the decorations were for everyone. Loki considered it pretty fair.

As Loki investigated the decorations, what intrigued him the most were the mistletoes hanging around some of the doorways. He was sure they multiplied everyday with more and more of the huge amount of doors of the compound earning the distinct decoration. He just couldn’t understand why Sam and Tony seemed to be the responsible ones for the growing population of mistletoes.

Enlightenment would only come with the beginning of december.

During one calm and incredibly cold morning Vision and Wanda happened to be standing under the mistletoe and the traditional kiss was urged by the other members of the team in the kitchen.

Wanda came closer, giving Vision every opportunity to pull away as he looked at her with shock mixed with the common adoration he used to look in her direction every day. Their kiss was short and everyone was cheering and shouting like highschoolers—nothing new around there.

Loki kept watching with curiosity and noted to search for it later. What does a mistletoe have to do with kissing? He soon found out what the tradition was about.

Kissing someone under the mistletoe.

Midgardians were funny but he wouldn’t complain about it in no way, why would he laugh at one more reason to kiss you?

Sure, Loki wasn’t one on pda and he didn’t plan on changing that, but a light peck under a doorway just passing by you? He loved the sound of that and he could blame it on the tradition.

So that’s how it started.

You were near the door answering a text from a friend and Loki saw the perfect opportunity.

“Darling you just can’t believe what I saw.” He walked until he was face to face with you.

“What?”

“I’m pretty sure I saw Barnes dedicate a bird decoration to Wilson.”

“Actually I can really see that happening.”

Loki nodded in agreement and then looked up like none of that was planned in his head minutes before. “Oh, a mistletoe.”

You looked up at him with curiosity in your eyes, trying to guess what it was about. His lips brushed slightly against yours, not nearly enough for you that were used to Loki’s usual kisses, and with a smirk he left you there looking confused in his direction.

“It’s a tradition!” He shouted as he exited the room to justify himself. That was the phrase he most said to you during that month.

In the beginning it was more subtle, Loki would avoid doing it more once a day to not alarm you too much towards his behavior, even if you were alarmed since the first time he did it. That sparkle in his eyes was of someone who clearly knew what they’re doing.

“You searched about Christmas traditions?” You asked him out of the blue one.

It was making gingerbread cookies day and you managed to get the kitchen all for you. So it was already a mess with flour to roll out the dough.

“What makes you think so?”

“Oh, let me think.” You pondered dramatically tapping your finger to your bottom lip to add to the scene and accidentally covering it with some flour from the counter. “The way you didn’t miss a single chance of pulling the card of ‘tradition’ to kiss me under the mistletoe.”

“Aren’t you thinking too highly of yourself, my love?”

“Hey! Careful with the words, please.” You forcefully slapped him on his arm.

Loki wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back against his chest and taking care to not wipe his dough covered hand on your apron that was already ruined. “That was an unfortunate joke. But answering to your question, why can’t I use your holidays in my own favour? Honestly I enjoyed every doorway I passed with you these days…”

Releasing yourself from his hug, you turned to look him in the eyes. “Loki, you don’t need to find a reason to kiss me. You can just do it, you know?”

“I wasn’t searching for reasons to kiss the person I’m dating.” Loki defended himself, looking almost offended. He wipped his hands on his neat appron. “I’ll say it one more time: I was just being traditional with midgardian holidays. It was being respectful towards your culture.”

“Oh, I understand.” You let him go with a smile and giggles escaping your lips. "Just a really traditional god."

As you turned around to wash the flour from your hands Loki tugged your wrist to make you come back, face to face with him one more time.

He did that thing that always left you melting where he caressed your cheek with his thumb right before pulling you into a slow kiss to finish the job of turning you into putty. A real kiss when compared to those he was giving you under the mistletoes around the compound.

As he broke the kiss too quickly for your taste you went to chase after his lips to keep going, you just needed a few more seconds and you felt his laugh against your lips.

“I know I don’t need an excuse, my love.” Loki said a bit more seriously, leaving a peck on your lips to prove his point. “But it seems I can blame this one on the tradition as well.” His green eyes went up, looking at something above your heads.

Just another mistletoe, you shouldn’t be surprised.

But the way he kissed you when far away from the decorated area was nothing compared to those traditional kisses, it was proof he was only messing with you.

And you loved every moment of it.

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bisexual-chupacabra · 3 years

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Stroke of Love

Natasha Romanoff x reader highschool au

(A/N: sup besties I have never posted a fic before so pls give me criticism aight?? Anyway this is based off of this quote and @vancityfire13 gets title credit cos u da best amigo)

Two hours.

Two fucking hours.

Thats how long you had been sitting in the school library while Peter droned on and on about some mundane science expirement he and Tony had conducted.

"Peter." You raised your hand to cover his mouth in a feeble effort at silencing him, "I love you man, but please for the love of God stop talking."

He gave you a look of disdain before peeling your hand away from his face and promptly going back to typing on his computer, grumbling about the "lack of respect for science these days."

Sighing you rested your head in your arms, thankful for the moment of peace and quiet you were given. It wasn't long though, untill you learned that sadly "peace and quiet" just didn't seem to be in your cards today.

Not even a minute after closing your eyes a group of rambunctious seniors walked through the library doors. You didn't even need to lift your head to know who it was; Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson's obnoxious shouting gave it away immediately.

Shaking your head you attempted to ignore the ruckus, but Peter had other plans.

"That's Steve Roger's and his posse right?" He nodded in their direction, "I think Mr. Stark used to be friends with him, I guess they had some sort of fight last year."

Groaning you reluctantly lifted your gaze to Peter, "Dude. Did you honestly just say posse? What is this 1950?" He scoffed at your comment but you continued, "And please stop calling Tony "Mr. Stark", he's only three years older than you and your just helping his ego bro...but yeah I think your right"

In truth everyone knew something happened between Stark and Rogers last year. No one was quite sure what really occurred but the clear rift between the two and the almost cliche splitting in half of their group was easy to see.

Everyone had their own theory of what happened, each more absurd that then next. They ranged from something as simple as a fight over their history report on Sokovia that was blown out of proportion, to Steve and Tony having a messy breakup since they were "obviously" in a secret relationship.

In all honesty you didn't care much for the drama, but your friend Wanda Maximoff had found herself right at the center of it during both of your sophomore year. You had been there for her throughout the gossip and whispers and even again this year when all the drama was brought back to light with her dating Vision; a member of, as the school had come to call it, "Team Stark."

Now she stood before you with the Captain of football team himself; Steve Rogers. She looked over at you and smiled, waving enthusiastically. You grinned back, raising your hand in greeting when you froze. Standing next to Wanda was Natasha Romanoff.

Nat was kind and smart and she didn't take any shit from anyone. People claimed that she had kicked half the guys on the football team's asses for picking on a sophomore and no one argued against it. Though you would never admit it you had had a hideous crush on her since freshman year.

Right now she was smiling softly as Bucky and Sam animatedly told her a story. When she tilted her head back and laughed, you thought you might die then and there.

Your mouth hung open as you gasped out, "oh my god."

Peter's head snapped over towards you alarmed, "What? What is it??" He waved his hand in front of your eyes that were still trained on Natasha. "Y/N are you okay?"

Voice damn near shaking you replied, "I think I might be having a heart attack"

He jumped into action tapping on his keyboard before turning back to you, "What are your symptoms?? Quick!"

Nat continued to chat with her friends while they settled down at a table, and you shook you head as if to clear it, "tight chest, sweaty palms, nausea."

After a moment of typing Peter looked up at you, " do you smell burnt toast?"

You were about to turn towards him ready to fire some sort of snarky response when Nat looked over at you. In the most cliché way possible, it was as if time stood still. Her green eyes met yours and your breath hitched. She smirked at your dumbfounded expression and winked before turning back to her friends.

For a moment you sat their speechless before a string of jargled noise that couldn't even be considered words tumbled out of your mouth.

"Slurred speech too" Peter look alarmed, as he clicked a few more times on his computer before reading from its screen, "alright WebMD says your either having a stroke or-" his voice cut short when he realized you weren't listening. He was about to scold you when he saw where you were staring. His tone turned smug as he stated, "or, your in love."

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tarithenurse · 3 years

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Impervious

Fandom: MCU / TFATWS Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader Content: Mentions of hate/harrasment, bad weather, sadness, awkwardness, fluff. A/N: This is my contribution to @princessmisery666 ‘s Daily Mix Challenge! She tossed me a song I’ve never heard before (Skin – by Sabrina Carpenter) and listening to the lyrics I had the image of a highschool prom dance scene where the main character is dancing with the partner while the jealous ass holes are staring daggers....but instead I ended up writing this – oops? Hope you enjoy! And thank you for a lovely challenge!

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I should delete my Twitter too. The day has only just begun but haters never seem to sleep, filling your online existence with a shit-ton of “negativity”.

It wasn’t as if you had planned it. It just happened!

Thinking back, you can’t help smiling at the memory of that morning a couple of years ago.

Way too early in November, cold and wet and absolutely not a day where you really wanted to be out in the horrendous morning rush and trying to weave in and out between people, with a cooling coffee in one hand, phone in the other, and an umbrella sandwiched dangerously by your shoulder and chin. Nope, the day was shitty and had just plummeted further as you hung up: you’d just had a contract cancelled. At least you wouldn’t be late.

Ready to give up your attempt at adulting (without the prospect of a new gig), you didn’t pay attention to your surroundings for a moment. Just a few seconds. But of course, that’s all it would take to ram straight into someone, crushing the paper cup between the two of you and jostling him to spill his own coffee.

On any other day, you’d probably have handled it more graciously. This day...not so much.

Scrambling for your phone (ugh, it had landed in the biggest puddle available and cracked), you rattled off frantic excuses while trying to hold back the tears. Then your umbrella got snagged by the wind and someone bumped into you, forcing you onto hands and knees and it was all...just...too much.

“Hey baby girl, don’t worry. Don’t cry,” his voice was warm and soothing just like his hands as they gripped yours, brushing off dirt gently with his sleeve, “don’t cry, ’s gonna be fine. See? No harm, no foul.”

There were scars on his hands – especially his knuckles had seen a lot of use, disrupting the gentleness of the dark skin with odd patterns – but they were steady and welcoming then as they cupped your elbows.

Still trying to push out excuses (at this point as much for your own reaction as the accident itself) between hiccups, you were not prepared for him.

His coat was practical and glistening from the rain that gathers on the treated material rather than soak into it...as opposed to your own old jacket that could double as a sponge.

“Just breathe,” he smiled from under the hood, “and stop apologizin’, ‘aight?” Well, you did shut up, too stunned by the crooked smile and the sunshine peeping out at you from his eyes. “That’s better. Lemme just grab this -” he bend for the remains of your phone -”and then...maybe I can offer ya somethin’ warm to drink?”

“Shouldn’t...shouldn’t I do that?” Your voice began to rise once more despite your best intentions. “I wasn’t watchi-”

“Nope.” You liked the way the P popped. “Gotta make sure ya fine...that’s kinda my thing, y’know.”

“O-okay...”

He had done just that: brought you to a warm café and hooked you up with their biggest mocha with chocolate powder on top (he even secured you a seat close to the heater) while still chatting about random things to calm you down.

But then his phone had rang and he’d have to leave.

You never got around to ask about his name...but later, when your brain decided to finally cooperate, you realized you didn’t have to: you had just been helped by Sam Wilson, former Falcon and the new Captain America.

That could have been the end of that.

It left you with dreams you neither wanted to share with anyone nor forget. Something inside you had woken up, wanting company but finding nothing but solitude – not that you technically were alone, of course.

You found yourself reading about Wilson’s heroic deeds both before and after the Avengers...and you kept noticing the little details that people seemed to ignore on the gossip pages or in the headlines. You fell for the man without the wings and shield.

A month later (and thankfully a few seasonal jobs too), you walked from the subway towards your little apartment after a long shoot. It was late and you were too tired to notice much about your surroundings until the winter boots of someone appeared in your lowered field of vision, making you jerk back to attention.

“Didn’t mean to scare ya,” Sam Wilson smiled disarmingly.

You were several blocks from home still. The streetlight flickered, stretching the shadows from a nearby dumpster, and towering above you were windows which all tried to block out the world for the sake of the residents living there.

“What are you doing here?” You bit your tongue in regret immediately. “I-I mean uhm...you didn’t...didn’t scare me...”

If he had been offended, Sam didn’t show it. Instead he just smiled that crooked smile, flashing what you were absolutely certain must be the prettiest tooth gap. “Let me walk ya home for starters?”

“...sure.”

It wasn’t winter anymore inside you when he was there. It was as good as you were ever going to get, knowing your dreams were unrealistic, so of course you decided to enjoy it for a little while. You walked side by side with him, basking in his warm presence until you were chatting as if he was an old friend.

“You still haven’t explained what you’re doing here, Sam.”

The two of you had come to a stop outside your complex. Fidgeting with your keys in the pocket, you wished that you could keep walking with him.

“Well...I was just gonna check in on you but now...this gonna sound crazy,” he pauses to scratch under the scarf, “...I was kinda hopin’ you’d let me finish that coffee with ya some day?”

He was still smiling although a bit more timidly and more towards the winter boots.

“I’d like that.” Inside you, a million sparklers were lit. “Tomorrow?”

“Hey baby girl, what ya smiling like a goof for?”

Sam’s voice calls you back to the real world – a real world where he’s coming over to you on the couch with a big mug of fresh coffee.

“You.” Closing the laptop, you push it away in favour of your boyfriend. “I was remembering how we bumped into each other.”

The memory makes him smile the way you love. “Best day in my life.”

“Same for me.” You kiss him. “I wouldn’t give us up for anything or anyone.” Not even jealous haters.

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apocxlypticangel · 3 years

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highschool sweethearts(sam wilson)

Prompt: Connecting with Sam years later after a mutual breakup

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Spoilers: None, unless you’ve yet to see The Falcon and The Winter Soldier. No specific episode, just takes place during the TFATWS timeline.

Warnings:None?

Fic Type: Fluff

Authors Note: I love me some Sam Wilson ❤️ Made for my beloved best friend ❤️

Sure, you and Sam Wilson dated from your second semester of your freshman year to your highschool graduation, but you broke up. Nothing terribly heartbreaking, you both decided that you had different lives to live. Different paths to follow. You loved each other enough way back then to let each other go.

And yes, you stayed in touch. Stayed close with texting or short phone calls. You were friends after all. How could you not be?

A lot of people knew Sam Wilson; The Falcon or more recently the new new Captain America.

But you? You knew dorky Sammy that loved the fairytale that was Captain America. That had an unbridled desire to change the world. That believed that he would be the difference, no matter what.

- - -

Giddy. The only way to describe the feeling of answering the phone to your beloved highschool sweetheart telling you he was coming to town for one sole purpose: to visit you because he missed you.

He gave you a two hour heads up, enough time to pull yourself together and straighten up your apartment though it helped little.

As soon as you opened the door for him with a smile that didn’t age a day;

“Hi, Sammy. Long time no see”

He knew he was screwed. He never wanted another woman on the face of this planet because you? You were the most perfect woman to ever walk the Earth.

“Hey, how’s my favorite girl?” He smiled that award winning Sam Wilson smile and you couldn’t help but take in his aged appearance. His features were more mature now; set in. Eyes still the same sweet and deep brown, still worthy of being lost in for hours. He was a little taller maybe, but he still towered over you back in highschool.

“I’m doing wonderful now, Sammy, how are you?” you breathed, moving out of the door way and motioning him inside. He was quick to grab your hands and drag you to your couch, sitting you side by side. “I’m better now that I’m here. Being a superhero is exhausting so I decided to come to the one place I could be me.”

“You’re always allowed to be you around me, Sammy” You gave him a soft smile, knowing full and well he wasn’t here because he was merely tired. “Just don’t forget, I know you, Samuel Wilson. I know why you’re really here.”

“Oh, yeah? I forgot you’re omniscient. What do I want, pretty girl?” He grinned back at you, grabbing your small hand in his and tracing soft circles on the back of your hand. God, you could stay like this forever. There’s so much comfort in each other’s company.

You shifted to rest your forehead against his and let your eyes flutter closed; doing everything you could to take a mental picture of this moment. “You want the same thing I do, Sammy. For you to have someone to come back home to after saving the world all day.” You didn’t have to speak softly or be shy around him. You knew his man like the back of your hand, could read him easier than any novel.

He sighed and cupped your cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding yours, leaning in until your lips were brushing against his. “Sometimes I forget you know me so well. Feel like I can drop everything when I’m with you, sweetheart.”

This time it was you who was impatient, you’d been waiting years for this beautiful man to come back to you and he finally had, so why wait any longer?

Your lips met his in the softest most familiar kiss, his mouth melted you like ice cream in 90 degree weather. It was sweet and slow and reacquainting and full of memories and feelings.

You pulled away breathless and smiling like an idiot only to meet Sam’s mirroring smile. “I missed you, Sam Wilson.”

“I missed you too sweetheart.”

- - -

And so, you were the someone he came home to after saving the damn world.

You had lazy days and active days. You jogged every morning with him. You talked about the Avengers and your life after highschool. You nursed him back to health when he got hurt on a mission. You ducked paparazzi and worried about his well being while he was away. You had picnics and swam in the local lake. You huddled under blankets in winter after building snowmen. Picking flowers during spring. Going to Halloween parties in the fall.

You met the white boy; Bucky and actually became friends. Sam was glad he liked you and Bucky couldn’t have been happier for him.

So, you spent your days with your highschool sweetheart.

And that’s all you could have asked for.

- - -

a/n: i really hope this is good. i started this at like 3am and i’m pretty sure it turned out shit but we’ll see.

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thiswillbecomesomething · 4 years

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Masterlist

Last updated on 19/7/2022

All works can be found at #becomingswork

MARVEL CHARACTERS

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Series

AS IF I WERE ➖ bucky barnes x reader

4/? parts

You're just the wedding planner for his best friends wedding, that's it. Right?

BUTTERFLIES ➖ steve rogers x reader

8/? parts

After readers dad dies she moves to Brooklyn with her 2 daughters to take over the family bookstore. Steve thinks his niece is just as adorable as the bookshop keeper.

BUTTERFLIES 🦋 REFURBISHED ➖ Steve Rogers x Reader

4/? Parts

Steve Rogers isn't sad, Y/N L/N isn't upset. They're both just grieving from relationships, death and the world. Because they will be fine. Moving to Brooklyn does help some people.

Oneshot

GAME DAY ➖ Scott Lang x Wanda Maximoff

Scott's new in school and Wanda doesn't expect much. She took the jump and suddenly it was game day. Unluckily for Scott Wanda has an older protective brother.

NIGHT CHANGES ➖ Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Sometimes it just takes a little convincing from someone other than your manager.

WEIRD THINGS HAPPEN AT COMIC-CON ➖ Bucky Barnes x Reader

You have the job opportunity of a lifetime but it's all hypothetical, right? (Request)

SCARLETCOFFEE ➖ Sam Wilson x Wanda Maximoff

Wanda Maximoff and Sam Wilson are married and own a coffee shop together in the midst of COVID-19.

A LOVELY VACATION ➖ Harley Keener x Reader

Y/N needs a vacation, at least according to Tony Stark she does. Harley just happens to want to come home and relax. His home is in Malibu, but so is Y/N's vacation.

ANOTHER BEST-FRIEND TROPE ➖ Peter Parker x Gwen Stacey, Peter Parker x Reader

A group of friends get to graduate, after getting blackout drunk sometimes it's hard to remember things. But a blurry photo still captures a moment.

(WE ARE) HIGHSCHOOL GOSSIP ➖ Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes is failing, Steve Rogers can help him stay on the football team. After they become high school gossip, obvi.

ASSISTANT AT WORK

Peter Parker takes holidays and so he employs his sister to take over being the assistant to his 3 bosses. If only they were nicer.

DISNEY TAKEOVER ➖ Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff

Steve and Natasha have twins and it's their sweet 16, why not run around Disney for a day.

PERFECT PEOPLE ➖ Model!Bucky Barnes x Reader

When Bucky is a model and together you have a daughter. You decide to bring your daughter to Bucky at work.

RAPUNZEL ➖ Tony Stark x Reader

Y/n l/n just wanted to seem cool, host a party in the expensive house that her parents own. With her stepmother always home how is she supposed to prove to her friends that she's not Rapunzel stuck in a castle.

CONTINUE PINNING ➖ Peter Parker x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Peter just continues to pin while he watches his best friend move on with her life.

HAVE IT BE PROM NIGHT ➖ Peter Parker x Stony!Reader, Steve Rogers x Tony Stark

Prom night is always the best night when you're with the right people. And Peter, yeah he's pretty special even if he's just your friend.

APHRODITE DAY

Aphrodite day is happening in midtown and everybody just wants to know who aphrodite is.

THE BIRTHDAY GIRL

Morgan's birthday is an exciting day in the Stark-Rogers-Potts household.

HAIR TOO LONG ➖ Bucky Barnes x Reader

It’s Bucky’s birthday and everybody has decided that his hair is too long and needs to be cut. Everyone except you. (Requested)

DRIVING ME MAD ➖ Peter Parker x Reader

Peter takes your daughter out to the compound without you knowing.

SIBLING COMPETITION ➖ Superfamily, Steve Rogers x Tony Stark

some 'friendly' sibling competition between Peter, Harley and reader. Who does Morgan really love more? Some domestic superfamily!

I DON'T WANT TO HIDE ➖ MJ x Reader, Sam Wilson x Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

It was a common mistake, the wrong tweet from the wrong Twitter account. Thank God Y/N has amazing dads.

THE 4TH OF JULY

Steve Rogers's birthday or America's birthday? Depends on who you ask.

MARVEL CAST

QUITE A JOURNEY ➖ Tom Hiddleston x Reader

There's some exciting news in the Hiddleston household! (Request)

SOMETHING SPECIAL ➖ Tom Holland x Reader

It's readers birthday and Tom is prepared to pull out all of the stops.

MOVING IN ➖ Chris Evans x Holland!Reader

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Unrequited (Part 5)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader characters: bucky barnes, reader, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, tony stark, pietro maximoff, crystal amaquelin, clint barton, sam wilson, sharon carter, word count: 7k+ warnings: curse words, flirty bucky, flirty tony, angst, sad friends summary: things are changing and its startng to get hard to keep up a/n: hi, welcome to the slowest update and slowest burn story ever, but its here now--and let me tell you, this chapter is NOT how i planned... still like the outcome and really, it just means that the next ch is going to be just as long (im also looking for someone to beta future chapters ;o; so if youre interested, lemme know)

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“Natasha?” you call out, entering the eerily quiet apartment. The lights are off, the television quiet and dark, everything you used for breakfast is still in the sink, none of it put away—she hates seeing a full sink, but hates washing dishes in the morning even more, preferring to do them when she gets home when it’s her turn.

You call out for her again, your footsteps echoing as you make your way to her bedroom. Knocking, you wait for a beat before opening the door, and just like the rest of your shared home, her room is dark—even the neon lights she likes leaving on occasionally are turned off.

Where could she be?

There’s a note on the island counter that has you frowning—Out for the day. It reads in Natasha’s cursive writing. I’ll be home for dinner.

You don’t share any classes with Natasha, today. In fact, you don’t have any classes Tuesdays, something you’re grateful for because having classes everyday last year really stressed you out, and while you’re still stressed having three classes on three days of the week, you have more days to relax and study if need be.

Your free days also give you the chance to spend time with Natasha, something you both take seriously. Afterall, you made a promise to one another senior year of highschool that you’d always carve out a little bit of time for each other and that you’d always tell one another what was on your mind, never letting it fester.

It feels… weird knowing something is wrong and not knowing what it could be. But you just have to give her space and wait for her to tell you on her own, just as she gives you space when you need it.

Doesn’t mean you like it, though.

With a loud sigh, you leave your apartment.

You shoot him a quick text to let him know you’re here, and he replies by giving you the code for the building and his floor and apartment number.

Seriously, Bucky? Why is he making you go up?

Grumbling, you take the elevator to the fourth floor and knock on his door, ready to rip him a new one for having you meet at his place rather than somewhere else when it opens to reveal… not Bucky?

Naked torso and bright blue eyes greet you, and widen in surprise as a small squeak escapes your lips. You try to ignore the heat clawing its way up your neck and to your face, desperately hoping he wouldn’t notice.

He says your name breathlessly and you return the gesture with another squeal, head lightheaded and you’re pretty sure it’s not healthy to have all your blood rush to your face like this.

“Steve!” You avert your eyes and focus on the wooden door and the gold numbers 404 instead of his pretty, hairless chest. But it’s kind of hard to keep your focus on something else when your eyes keep wanting to move his way! “Bucky told me to meet him here?”

As if he was waiting for his name, his head pops over Steve’s shoulder, a small smirk on his face—has it always been this punchable? Because your fingers are itching to clock him and wipe that smug look off of his face—that’s becoming a thing isn’t it?

“You’re finally here!” He pushes Steve aside and opens the door wide for you, ignoring the protests of his best friend. He latches onto your wrist, not allowing you a chance to look over the open spaced apartment and pulls you along with him towards the elevator. “I’m taking the car! And put a shirt on!”

You chance a glance over your shoulder to find Steve staring after you both with raised eyebrows and slightly parted lips. Fuck.

“What the hell, Bucky?” you ask as soon as you’re in the privacy of the elevator.

“You’re welcome,” he says, pressing the button for B—basement you’re assuming.

“You’re welcome?” You repeat incredulously. “For what?”

“What do you mean for what? You got to see a shirtless Steve thanks to me!”

He has a point, the little voice in your head says, but you refuse to listen. Pursing your lips, you turn your eyes away to stare at the blinking numbers over the sliding doors. “I’m not thanking you for that.”

He pouts and it’s so uncharastically Bucky, or at least it's uncharacteristic for the Bucky you thought you knew, that it throws you off guard for a moment. You clear your throat and try to recover. “Come on! I did good! You saw a shirtless, Steve! What are the odds of that happening?”

“Literally none.” He grins at your deadpan words. “Still don’t appreciate it, Bucky! That was embarrassing, for him and me.”

He sighs, slouching back into the elevator wall like a little kid having been scolded for stealing a piece of chocolate. “Okay, I get it. I get it, no more tricking you into seeing a shirtless Steve.”

You resist the urge to sigh heavily at his words. “I hate you.”

He grins toothily.

You watch him as he smiles at the poor girl behind the register ringing him up for a pair of sunglasses. She ducks her head shyly, curling a lock of her hair behind her ear as does her best to quell the blushing on her cheek.

He had told you to keep an eye on them, watch him as he tries to win over the cashier with his charm, but from where you’re standing? You’re not seeing shit.

He thanks her with another smile, taking his card that she hands back to him before making his way to you.

You quickly look away when her eyes begin to drift from him to you.

“Did you see?” he asks as he settles into step with you to lead you to another store.

You nod and cock an eyebrow. “What exactly was I supposed to learn from that?”

He makes a face—nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed. “How easy it is to flirt?”

“I saw none of that,” you deadpan.

He sighs deeply as if completely disappointed in your lack of attention and you have to resist the urge to smack him and roll your eyes. “Did you not see how I—you know what. Never mind.” Before you can even question him, he continues on: “We’re not just here to teach you how to flirt, we’re also here because you need an outfit for the party. Two birds,” two fingers lift into the air and then one finger goes down, “one stone.”

You do a double take, blinking slowly and letting his words process. “I need an—no, I don’t!”

“Oh, yeah?” He raises an eyebrow as he opens the door. “What were you thinking about wearing, then?”

“I don’t know?” You reply indignantly. What exactly is he getting at? “Some jeans and a shirt? You know, like casual clothes.”

When you don’t make a move to enter, he grabs your arm and pulls you along with an eye roll. “That’d be fine for any other party, but this is a Stark party. People dress up to impress, and those that don’t, stick out like a sore thumb.”

Great.

“Come on, sourpuss.”

That’s rich coming from him.

But then again, he hasn’t been much of a sourpuss with you anymore has he?

“What about this?” he asks, amusement laced in his words as he grins stupidly at you. In his hands is a short and skimpy dress that you would never wear out of fear of what you might accidentally end up flaunting.

A glare is all he gets as a response and he laughs loudly. “I’m joking!”

You miss sourpuss Bucky.

He has you searching the floor for something—anything, he deems acceptable for Stark’s party, but you honestly don’t understand why you can’t just wear casual clothes. And when you voice it, he keeps emphasizing the whole “sticking out like a sore thumb” bit. As if he knew you liked blending with the crowd rather than stand out. You relent, allowing him to help you pick something out, too, but you still don’t like the idea of dressing up for a College party.

A blue romper is suddenly shoved in your line of vision and you took a step back to follow the arm attached to the shimmery romper. “Pretty, right?”

You wrinkle your nose involuntarily. It is a pretty romper (better than the first one), with a low open back and a sweetheart neckline. You’d wear it, but it looks more suitable for clubbing than a college party.

“I think it’ll look good on you!”

You reluctantly grab it from his thrusting hand. “Isn’t it too much?” You check the tag. “Besides, not my size.”

“It’s perfect for Tony’s party,” he muses as he ushers you towards the rack where he found the romper, encouraging you to find your correct size. “And it’s actually pretty tame compared to what you’ll see others wearing.”

“You know, you’ve been really making me dread going to this party,” you grumble, pulling out a romper that’s in your size. “You keep making it sound like it’s the event of the year.”

He nudges you towards the changing rooms. “It might as well be. A lot of people look forward to his parties, use it as a chance to completely unwind without any rules binding them to the usual frat party rules.”

Which would make sense as to why Natasha is looking forward to it, especially when she seems to be stressed from outside factors.

“That still doesn’t make me feel better.”

He rolls his eyes. “Stop being a baby.”

The dressing room attendant allows you both in with a smile, pointing to a stall you may use, and you both thank her.

The music is a little louder in the dressing room area than it was on the floor, Dua Lipa’s New Rules blasting loudly, enough to make you drum your finger against the hanger.

“Besides,” he starts from the other side of the door. Through the crack, you can see him with his back turned towards you and waiting. “Going to this party will be your chance to open flirty dialogue with Steve, show him you’re actually interested in him.”

You take your time undressing. “None of what I’ve seen so far will help, Bucky. Smiling and touching someone isn’t flirting.”

“It will!” he assures you over the music. “It’s part of the basics on how to flirt.”

“Okay? But what else?” You were really hoping for more. He made teaching you how to flirt seem like such a big deal the other day.

He doesn’t answer you.

“Bucky?” When he doesn’t answer again, you quickly scramble to put on the romper, not bothering to check yourself in the mirror. You call his name again. No answer. Again. “Are you—“ You open the door to your dressing room and to your surprise, Bucky is still standing outside of your dressing room, closer to the one next to yours. “Why weren’t you answering?”

He leans against the door with his shoulder, hands in his pockets and stormy eyes meet yours when you poke your head out. “Well? Aren’t you gonna show me?” Your forehead creases as your eyebrows curve inward. He motions to the side with his head as if asking you to step out.

With a reluctant step, you come out of hiding, showing him the outfit with a ducked head.

His eyes sweep over you and his hands come out of his pockets, a lopsided grin appearing on his lips. “Wow—you look—you look great, doll.”

Doll? You don’t question it even though you’re curious about the sudden pet name, besides, you’re a little flustered at the genuinity in his voice “You think so?”

“It’s gonna be hard for anyone to look away from you,” he says, eyes twinkling with some kind of emotion that you can’t read. Mischief, maybe?

You pause, the heat that had been gathering in your cheeks suddenly cools as the hair on your arms stand awkwardly. You can’t help the small shiver that runs down your spine, or the small noise of disgruntlement that escapes your lips. What was wrong with him? “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, reaching for a lock of your hair and you jerked away.

Your eyes narrow as you watch the smile on his face grow, but soon they widen as the realization hit you. “Are you—are you trying to flirt with me?”

His smile drops and it’s your turn for your smile to grow, a laugh escaping your lips. His lips form a pout and he groans. “Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny. I’m teaching you how to flirt!”

“By giving me chills?”

He leans away from you, in shock that you’d think he’d ever do such a thing! “I did not give you chills!”

“You did!” you assert as you lift your arm to show him the bumps and awkwardly standing arm hair.

“There’s no way I caused that!”

You shove your arm further into his direction. “You totally did!”

He stares at you unblinkingly, your words processing in his head and taking in your form, until finally, he groans loudly, gaining the attention of the attendant. “But my flirting has never failed!”

You laugh, stepping away from him. “Well, your mom did say you seem to be under a dry spell.”

“Hey!” He sputters. “Just get changed!”

You shake your head with a smile and head back into the changing room to change out of the romper and back into your regular clothes.

After paying for the romper and walking around aimlessly, you two find yourself at the food court sitting across from one another with ice creams in hand.

“Since—apparently—showing you wasn't the best way to reach you how to flirt, telling you might be,” he says after a spoonful of his strawberry cheesecake ice cream. “Flirting isn’t rocket science, doll. Everyone can do it.”

“Not everyone.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re not giving yourself enough credit. Flirting is all about conversation and being confident while doing it,” he says, straightening his back. “A lot of people have this… idea, that you have to be coy and charming to flirt, but you don’t have to be. Sometimes it’s all about compliments, other times it’s about subtle touching, or most of the time—both.”

You close your lips around your spoon, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Try it on me.”

Your spoon almost drops from your hands at his words. “What?”

“Try flirting with me.”

“Bucky—“

“You’ve seen me flirt twice—“

“I learned nothing from either time.”

He blatantly ignores you and you can’t help but laugh under your breath. “So, you have an idea of what you should do when flirting with someone.”

“I don’t know—“

“Just compliment me, talk to me, reach for my hand or something.” He smiles. “You’ve got this.”

You take a deep breath and finally relent. Placing your spoon back into the cup with your melting ice cream, your eyes meet his expectant gaze.

Sweeping over his eager gaze, your eyes fall on the red beaded bracelet wrapped around his wrist. It’s homemade, a little worn out by the look of the scratches on some of the beads. But it’s cute, reminds you of something you would’ve made when you were in middle school for Natasha, or something your younger brother would’ve made for you. Did one of his sisters make it for him? Shyly, and nervously, you reach for the beaded bracelet, gently running your index finger over the small beads.

“I like your bracelet.”

“Yeah?” He asks with a wide grin, stormy eyes watching you carefully and you can’t help the heat licking at your skin—god, this is embarrassing!

“Yeah, it’s cute… looks good on you,” you mutter, hooking a finger under the bracelet and flashing your eyes up at him from under your lashes, still feeling hot and embarrassed, and if you cry, holy shit you’re going to die. You can’t even read Bucky’s expression, there’s a smile on his face but his eyes are pretty neutral. Fuck. What if you’re messing up? What if you’re only making a fool out of yourself? “No!” You gasp softly, extracting your finger from his bracelet and covering your face with both hands. “No, I can’t do it!”

“Come on,” he drawls and gently takes hold of your wrists to coax your hands away from your face. “You were doing great!”

You let him pull down your hands and purse your lips, not completely believing him, but he sounds genuine enough. “Was I really?”

“Yes, you were!” he says, patting your hands in his. “You complimented something on me and me, found an excuse to touch me and kept eye contact for most of it! That’s pretty fucking amazing.”

You slip your hands from his to cup your jaw and groan. “I wish I could believe you.”

“All you really had to do was ask questions, prolong the conversation, make me think you’re interested in knowing more about me,” he advises softly. “If you do something similar like this to Steve? He’ll be putty in your hands.”

Giddiness bubbles in your stomach as you think of Steve flirting back, but… “But what if I get too nervous? Or fail?”

“Then you breathe, remind yourself you’re having a conversation to get to know him outside of what you already do know.” He waits for a beat, eyes searching your face for a moment and sighs. “Some people like to lay it on thick with the charm because that’s what they’re good at. You? You’re just… you. Doe-eyed, a little awkward, more than a little blunt sometimes. So use that to your advantage.”

You don’t fully believe him, but he sounds so sure of himself that you can’t help but agree to try it. “All right. Okay, I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all you need.” He grins and tilts his head towards one of the many entrances of the mall. “Want to head home?”

You look down at the ice cream pooling in your cup and decide to throw it out along with Bucky’s empty cup. “Mind if I check out the Disney store before we go?”

He remains seated, thanking you as you take his trash with yours. “Was afraid you wouldn’t ask.”

Throwing the two cups, you look at Bucky over your shoulder, ignoring the family of four that cuts between you to occupy a table. “You like Disney?”

He scoffs, offended that you even thought of asking such a heinous question. “Of course, I do.”

You shrug, laughing under your breath as you wipe the imaginary dust from your hands. “Most guys hide their affinity for Disney.”

Without thinking much of it, Bucky grabs the bag carrying your romper from the empty chair. When you make a grab for it, he tells you he’s got it and begins to lead you towards the Disney store. You follow after him, thankful. “I’m not most guys,” he quips back. “But… uh… does Natasha not like guys that like Disney?”

You blink, processing his shy inquiry and then throw your head back in laughter.

“Hey! It’s a legit question, if she doesn’t—“

You fall into step with him, smothering your laughter with the back of your hand. “What? Are you going to hide your love for the mouse from her if she doesn’t?”

“Maybe?”

You roll your eyes. “I suggest you don’t, Bucky. Natasha… she likes authenticity.” He knows this! But he’s really gung-ho on changing himself for her, isn’t he?

“It’s not like I’m going to lie about it! I’ll just be… omitting the truth.”

“That is lying,” you say with a bit of whine and drawl in your voice. “Lying by omission.”

“Whatever gets her attention.” His lips turn down and his eyes sweep down at you with a semi glazed look before staring forward. “That’s the whole point of this, right? Getting their attention?”

You try to hide the wince and find that you can’t bring yourself to refute him.

Your eyes meet your own in your mirror’s reflection, and with a deep breath, you leave your bedroom.

Natasha is on her phone, fingers tapping away at the screen barely acknowledging you other than a, “Finally!”

“Sorry,” you start as you make a beeline to the fridge for water. “I’m just a little unsure of what I’m wearing.”

She looks up, twisting in her seat to take a look at you and she lets out a strange noise that sounds akin to excitement. “Where have you been hiding this little number?”

You purse your lips. “It’s okay?”

“Are you kidding me?” She stands and makes her way over to you, smirking wickedly, hand to her chest as she buckles her knees. “I am in love!”

You gently push her away and she cackles. “God, you’re so weird.”

“You love me!”

“Yeah, yeah!”

Pietro: bruh, i am in awe

Pietro: i shit you not, you’re going to be fucking blown away when you guys get here

You: His place that nice?

Pietro: what do you think?

Attached to the message is a picture of Pietro making a face at a large chocolate fountain in the middle of who knows where and you honestly can’t believe it. You really fucking can’t. Who fucking owns a chocolate fountain other than a fictional character?

“Are you seeing this?” you ask Natasha, who sits beside you in the moving taxi, staring incredulously at your phone screen as you receive another message from Pietro, but this time of him sticking a marshmallow into the fountain with a stick.

She hums. “Seeing what?”

“What Pietro just sent—group chat?”

“Oh,” she says. “No.”

Sighing, you put away your phone, ignoring the incoming text from Pietro most likely asking how far away you are. “Who do you keep texting?”

“Huh?” She looks up at you after a moment of silence. “Oh, a friend—hey, you don’t mind if I invited them to tag along, right?”

A friend? You try to keep yourself from frowning, keeping a more neutral, curious expression. “I don’t mind, but, who did you invite?” You’re pretty sure you know everyone she knows or at least know of the people she deems worthy enough to call friends—which aren’t many (and are literally the same people you call friends).

“He’s one of the guards at the center,” she says, returning her attention to her phone, a smile appearing on her lips as she types out another message. “I had trouble on the first day and he helped me.”

“Wait, you had trouble?” Why didn’t she tell you that? She had only mentioned that it went well, but the kids could be a bit too much if she wasn’t stern enough.

She waves her hand dismissively. “Yeah, got lost. Not a big deal.”

She got lost and made a friend on her first day and it’s no big deal? “Right.”

She raises her head to look at you once more, eyebrow cocked and ready to say or ask something, but the driver pulling up slowly and saying, “Here we are,” distracts you both, stealing your attention for a moment and making you both glance out the window.

“Wow,” is all you can manage to say as you stare up at the modern home—mansion, really—as you push open the car door to step out, Natasha right behind you. You knew Tony was rich, but this, this is crazy rich.

The chocolate fountain now makes sense.

You both thank your driver and the man nods, wishing you both a fun night before driving off.

“And I thought your parent’s home was big,” you tell Natasha.

She chuckles, clapping your back before beginning to lead you towards the main entrance and closer to the loud music playing indoors. “Pietro and Crystal are already here, right?”

“Yep. They might be by the chocolate fountain, wherever that is.”

“Cool, I’m going to look for my friend,” she says, pushing open the door and allowing the music to escape from the enclosed space—“Meet you there?”

She’s seriously not thinking of leaving you—oh my god, she is. She’s really leaving you!

Before you can even begin to protest, she’s become one with the sea of bodies occupying the open space and you can no longer see your friend among the masses.

Great. Now what?

You frown and when a person knocks into you by accident, giving you a hasty apology as they keep moving, you can’t help but sigh. Why did you even decide to come?

You pull out your phone and read the message Pietro sent you earlier, and reply telling him that you’ve arrived. In a matter of seconds, you receive a message from him saying he’s still by the chocolate fountain and to hurry the fuck up.

Well, at least you still have Pietro.

Just as you’re about to put your phone away, it vibrates with a text notification, your text tone completely drowned out by the music.

James Bucky: How’s the party?

You: Just got here

James Bucky: Barely?

The music is loud around you as you push through the crowd, people not really caring if you bump into them, all of them in their own little world as the bass reverberates through their bones.

You: Wasnt super keen on the romper.

You: Jumped around a lot of outfits

James Bucky: But I thought you looked great!

James Bucky: You ARE wearing it, right?

You: yes, zazu gosh

James Bucky: wait

James Bucky: Zazu from the Lion King?

James Bucky: are you calling me an overbearing bird?

You: 🤷🏻‍♀️

You: if the shoe fits

James Bucky: listen, if I’m anyone from the movie, I’m Simba

You snort as you reply back: Sure you are

James Bucky: Rude!

James Bucky: Have you seen Steve, yet?

You: no.

You: Looking for Pietro and his girlfriend first

James Bucky: All right

James Bucky: Guess I’ll let you go

James Bucky: just remember to relax! You’ve got this!

Yeah! You do got this!

Thanks, Bucky.

Your search for the fountain leads you outside to a small courtyard where it’s a little less crowded, but just as noisy with the music and talking. In the middle of it all is the glorious chocolate fountain and in front of it a long table of fruits and other assortments that could be dipped into the chocolate.

“What do you think?” A voice suddenly says next to your ear and you can’t help but let out a surprised squeal as you jump around to face the culprit. “Cool right?”

“Tony! What the hell?”

He chuckles and looks you over, his eyes still obscured by his dark glasses. “You look good.” He sounds sincere enough, but you can’t help but raise your eyebrow in suspicion.

“Thanks?”

He grins. “You’re welcome.” He looks around you. “Came alone?”

“Ah, no, I came with Natasha, but she went searching for someone.”

“And you?” He asks, removing his eyewear and hooking it’s leg into the collar of his shirt. “You’re not searching for anyone?”

“I am…” you say, a little hesitant, unsure of what his question is meant to mean. “My friend Pietro.”

He tilts his head to the side. “You mean silver haired kid over there?”

You follow his line of vision, head twisting to look over your shoulder where Pietro and his girlfriend are sitting on a wooden bench, gorging on strawberries covered in chocolate. “Thanks.”

“Buckaroo didn’t come with you?” he asks, stopping you from making your way over to Pietro and Crystal.

“Uh, no. Said he didn’t feel like it.”

Tony snorts, he sounds a little bitter. “Of course, he did.”

Curious. “Did you want him to come?”

He presses his lips thinly, before smiling wickedly. “I’d like for someone else to come.”

“Seriously?”

He grins, head ducking and glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose, but he does nothing to stop them. “Sorry, bad joke.” He doesn’t sound sorry at all.

“Do you usually do that?”

He catches your gaze over the rim of his glasses. “What? Make bad jokes?” He shrugs. “Probably.”

“No,” you start slowly, pausing for a moment to search his eyes, study him as much as possible before he can grow offended by your next words, words that you probably wouldn’t say to a stranger and shouldn’t say to a stranger, but still do. “Do you usually deflect when someone goes into uncharted territory?”

He tenses, eyes narrowing and jaw clenching, it only lasts for a second, but you catch it. And that’s enough for you to know you’re right. He lets out a dramatic sigh and looks away from you, pushing his glasses back up. “Ah, and here I thought you’d be more fun than most of these people.”

You purse your lips, ready to retort, but before you can, a hand lands on your shoulder, pulling you away from Tony and to a muscular body—Pietro.

“Is he bothering you?” Pietro asks, eyes locked on to Tony, not even bothering to look down at you. It’s the big brother act.

“Pietro!” You scold him, pushing him away from you and from confronting Tony. “It’s fine. We were just talking.”

“And now we’re not,” Tony announces, eyes moving from Pietro to you. “Have fun, gorgeous.”

“What was that about?” Pietro mutters, confused as you both stare after Tony. And you can’t help but watch as he joins a group, laughing and smiling with them for only a moment before moving on to the next one. Never staying in one place.

“I don’t know,” you admit, a small frown making a home on your features.

You can never truly tell what the hell is going on with Pietro and Crystal. One moment they’re both laughing and having the time of their life and the next they’re arguing about the little things—this time the little thing being, well, you.

You’ve always known that Crystal wasn’t and isn’t particularly fond of you and Natasha, sometimes seeing both of you as some kind of threat or rivals for Pietro’s love, but you and Natasha usually pay her no mind. This time, however, it’s a little hard to ignore them when she’s whining about the fact you’re third wheeling their date, forgetting the fact that you and Natasha had invited Pietro in the first place, and he had decided to bring his girlfriend along.

Where’s Natasha when you need her?

Why did you decide to come anyway? Bucky wasn’t joking when he said a Stark party wasn’t a place for striking up conversation, yet somehow he encouraged you to come and said it would be the perfect opportunity to flirt with Steve. Who, by the way, you haven’t seen since you arrived! Granted, you haven’t moved from your spot in the courtyard, but you aren’t so sure going around specifically looking for Steve would be such a good idea. What if you do start dating Steve and you one day tell him that you frantically looked around for him at a Stark party, actively avoiding everyone just to be able to talk to him? He’d most likely freak and call you a freak, and you’d much rather avoid that.

“Then go,” you hear Pietro snap, pulling you from your rambling thoughts to look at him and Crystal, both of them practically in each other’s faces.

His blonde girlfriend with wide blue eyes falters, eyes drifting from him to you and back, and you watch as her bottom lip wobbles for dramatic effect before throwing her hands up in the air and pushing Pietro away from her. “Fine! I didn’t even want to come to this stupid party anyway!”

Pietro sighs heavily as she storms off.

“You sure letting her leave like that is a good idea?”

“Yeah,” he says through a grimace, falling back down onto the bench he and Crystal has been occupying. “It’s fine. We’ll work it out tomorrow. We always do.”

You have no doubt they’ll work it out, because he’s right, they always do. But you still can’t help but worry. How much more fighting and arguing can they take before they break? “Okay. Do you want me to get you a drink?”

He shakes his head and reaches for the red plastic cup by his feet. “I’m good, thank you.” He scoots over and pats the seat next to him.

You flash him a small smile and drop yourself down next to him, taking the chocolate strawberry he offers you before pressing his own strawberry against yours and scarfing it down.

“What’s with the doom and gloom?” Natasha finally joins you, finding you and Pietro sitting on the wooden bench, gorging on chocolate covered fruit. “It’s a party!”

You and Pietro don’t bother reacting to her shimmy of the arms, you instead cock an eyebrow. “Did you find your friend?”

She nods, smiling, looking over her shoulder and making a come here motion with her hand—and who exactly she motions over isn’t who you were expecting.

Not only is it Steve, but it’s Steve. Handsome, blue eyes, pretty Steve, who flashes you a bright smile even after you’ve seen him half naked.

Your mouth falls open in surprise. Steve? Why would it be Steve? As far as you knew, Steve doesn’t work as a security guard. Not at campus, not at the accounting firm he’s interning, and definitely not at a recreational center! He would’ve mentioned it, right? You look at Natasha, but she’s not looking at you, and she’s not looking at Steve either, you note.

She’s looking at someone behind him, someone shorter with darker hair—dirtier, and darker blue eyes—“Clint?”

All eyes snap in your direction, but you pay them no mind, you’re completely transfixed by the man wearing a purple hoodie and acid wash jeans, who immediately recognizes you and smiles cheekily.

“You know each other?” Natasha asks and it's Clint who explains with a nod.

“She’s a regular at the museum, usually comes in during my shift.”

“Huh.” Natasha huffs out a breath. “Small world.”

Steve chuckles and that sound would usually cause your heart to flutter, but you’re currently very much in awe of the fact that Natasha has adopted Clint as her friend. “Guess that makes it easier with the introductions.”

“Uh, excuse you. I don’t know who he is. Hi, I’m Pietro. And you are?”

“Clint Barton, security guard extraordinaire.”

Natasha smiles in Clint’s direction and leans against him, surprisingly enough—which is putting it lightly. You’re more than surprised, you’re absolutely floored, Pietro is too because he turns to you with wide eyes and mouths “what the fuck?”

What the fuck indeed.

Natasha isn't the type to be so… hands on or touchy with strangers (well, then again, Clint isn’t exactly a stranger). It took months—half a year to be exact—for her to be comfortable with touching Pietro, and being touched by him. But here she is, having known Clint for a couple of weeks—BARELY—and is already using Clint as a resting post.

Yeah.

It’s official.

Bucky is screwed.

A Stark party is a sensitive overload, if you’re being honest.

Here you are being rewarded with Steve looking mighty fine in a yellow button down and dark, regular jeans, but you’re somehow distracted by the way your best friend refuses to leave Clint’s side.

She’s smiling, chuckling that soft, genuine chuckle of hers when he cracks a joke or tells a funny story. There’s a spark in her smile and eyes that you haven’t seen in such a long time—not since high school.

You’re happy for her…. but…

This is going to hurt Bucky, isn’t it?

“Hey,” Steve’s warm voice reaches your ears and your body reacts without a minute to waste. Heat crawling up your neck as you practically rip your eyes from them to him.

“Steve, hey.”

“You look beautiful.” Your heart practically beats out of your chest, eyes widening at his sincere compliment and how he studies you with a warm gaze. It takes all of your energy to stay upright, even when the blood rushes to your head and your knees buckle.

He called you beautiful. Steve. Steve freaking Rogers!

Breathe and relax, doll. Flirting is simple conversation. Not an art. “Thank you.” Your voice is quiet, but still managing to be heard over the music if the tick of his lips is anything to go by. “You do too. Yellow is a good color on you.”

What? What kind of compliment is that?! Every color is a good color on Steve!

He chuckles, his eyes slipping down to the button down he’s wearing. “Thanks. This is actually Bucky’s. Told me I should wear it for tonight.” He fixes the collar of his shirt as the first button comes undone, and you can’t help but avert your gaze shyly. What the fuck is wrong with you? It’s just some skin, you dumbass! “You wouldn’t think so, but Bucky actually has an eye for picking out clothes,” he says fondly, proud of his best friend. “It’s one of his hidden talents.”

You return your gaze to him, but this time focus on his eyes, smiling when his own gaze meets yours. “I actually believe you. He helped pick out this romper for me.”

His eyes brows quirk upward. “Bucky did? Really?

“Uh, yeah, actually.” Did you say the wrong thing?

You almost grow worried when the silence between the two of you stretches for a moment longer until he smiles again, eyes softening. “I’m glad you’ve become Bucky’s friend.”

You’re not so sure you and Bucky ARE friends, especially not after he reiterated why you're both talking and helping eachother, but under Steve’s sincere gaze you can’t help the, “I’m glad too,” that slips from your lips. And you definitely don’t regret it when his smile widens.

“Ah, listen, I want to apologize about the other day,” he says, his cheeks red as he rubs the side of his neck and eyes drifting shyly off to the side. “I don’t usually open the door shirtless, but Bucky was hurrying me… and…”

Of course he was. God damn that Bucky! “No, no, it’s your home. You’re allowed to be comfortable. I’m sorry I was so awkward about it. I just--I have never seen that.” Steve’s eyes snap up in your direction and for a moment, you replay your words—have never seen that—what the hell is wrong with you? “I mean, I have. I definitely have seen a shirtless man before. Who hasn’t? I meant to say I have never seen you—you know what? I’m just going to shut up now.”

He blinks slowly and without warning he lets out a loud laugh that takes you off guard, but it fills your chest with warmth. You recognize this laugh; it’s his genuine laugh. The one that makes him throw his head back, hand clutching his chest, and laugh without any inhibitions. And you caused it. You.

You can’t help but chuckle along with him.

And when Steve finally calms down, he glances down at you with crescent eyes and a genuine smile. “You’re cute.”

Heat crawls to your neck and you can’t believe it’s possible to even get this hot and embarrassed. “Thank you?” you squeak.

This is good right? Steve across from you, drink in his hand and smiling down at you as if you’re the only people in the room. And you might as well be, because the music sounds so distant and Pietro’s laughter is muffled.

This is your chance.

This is where you put a hand on his shoulder; lean into his space a little and flash him your doe eyes that Bucky mentioned. This is it! This is where you hint at your feelings, this is—

“Steve!”

Damn it, Sam!

“Look who I found!”

The smile on his face drops and you can't help the way your body jerks when he mumbles the name, “Sharon,” so breathless.

You’re no longer the only two people in the room. The world spins and tilts, and it moves faster than you thought possible—all noise and music coming back to life and deafening you as Steve doesn’t spare you a glance to walk towards the beautiful blonde with kind brown eyes smiling at him.

You push through the crowd, needing to get away from whatever the fuck is going on inside. Steve barely even glanced at you after Sharon had appeared, which shouldn’t be surprising, really. His ex-girlfriend is beautiful and the two didn’t exactly break up on bad terms. They had decided that while she studied abroad at Cambridge for the year, it would be best for them to break up.

So really, you should’ve known that the moment she would showed up, you wouldn’t have a chance.

Not like you had a chance before. But you had hoped with all of your heart that maybe you could have a chance.

You were wrong. Bucky was wrong.

The fresh, cool air hits you as soon as you’re out on the front porch, and you release an exhale.

“Tough night, gorgeous?”

Your eyes snap to Tony, who sits on one of the porch chairs, legs kicked up on the small rounded table, and a cigarette in his hands. “You could say that.”

Tony puts out the cigarette by smashing the tip into the ashtray by his feet.

“Why aren’t you inside playing host?”

A smirk lifts his lips. “Taking a break. Hosting is a lot of work.”

You snort. “I’m sure.”

“Why aren’t you inside?” You shrug and watch as he stands up and moves to the chair over, pointedly looking at the now empty one as if inviting you to sit with him. You do. “Saw you getting chummy with Steve earlier. Didn’t know you had it in you, gorgeous. Bucky and Steve?”

You freeze, eyes widening as you sputter. “What? Bucky and I are just friends and Steve… Steve… is just a friend too.”

He chuckles. “So not gaga over Buckaroo, but definitely deep in the feels for golden boy. Got it.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Sure it isn’t.” He grins, but there’s no malice in his teasing and for some strange reason, you don’t mind it.

The music is muffled, even with the loud volume it’s set on. But you can make out Ariana Grande’s voice as she sings thank u, next.

“So, were you rejected by golden boy? Is that why you’re out here?”

“Rejected would imply I had a chance.”

“Why wouldn’t you have a chance?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“Sharon.”

“Ah, the ex girlfriend.” He tilts his head back against the headrest. “Is she back? I heard she was back. But you know how rumors are.” Is he alluding to himself?

You watch him and he all does is lift his lips into a smirk that has you shaking your head. Best not to dwell on it. Turning away from him to pull out your phone, you notice you have messages from Bucky and Pietro, but you don’t read either of them, instead going into the Uber app to get a ride home. “Guess so.”

He leans closer to you, peeking at your screen for a second before pulling back. “Ordering yourself a ride?”

You nod, watching as the screen changes when you confirm the addresses and the arrival time and map show up. In a couple of mins you’ll be on your way home. Thank god. “Yeah. I’m just—I’m just really tired.”

“Mind if I come with you?” he jokes, lopsided grin in his face.

You put your phone away once your ride is confirmed and find him no longer staring at you, but instead watching the empty streets, the occasional night drifter passing by. “For someone who likes throwing parties, you don’t seem to like being in yours.”

He chuckles. “Would you believe me if I told you I get tired?”

“Why throw them?”

He shrugs, but doesn’t answer and again, you don’t push him to either. You barely know him, and you have a feeling he’s told you more than he’s told anyone else in one seating.

“Okay,” you murmur and his eyes flicker in your direction before nodding and returning his gaze to the streets.

The two of you remain that way until your uber comes to pick you up. He walks you to the car door and opens the door for you, wishing you a goodnight and waiting until you’re far enough to head back inside.

Tony is an enigma, isn’t he? Everyone thinks they have him figured out, but you’re not so sure Tony even knows who he is himself.

Does Bucky?

You’re about ready to drop dead on your feet as you push open the front door and flick on the light to your apartment, your phone in hand as you mindlessly reading Pietro’s “where’d you go?” text. Honestly, you have half a mind to drop yourself on the sofa instead of your bed, even if your bedroom is only a few steps away from the sofa.

Just as you’re about to close the door behind you and are about to click on your text message thread with Bucky, the creaking of wooden flooring meets your ears and your eyes whip up, finding an unfamiliar woman standing next to your dining table with a hesitant smile and wide, green eyes.

“Who the fuck are you?”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #reader insert #reader imagine #marvel imagine #unrequited series

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I Bloody Do

I Bloody Do: A Falcon Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 645

Rating: G

Square filled: @star-spangled-bingo - Dorky jokes no one understands but them

Warnings: Mild Language

Synopsis: You and Sam have an in-joke that you won’t stop doing and it’s driving everyone crazy.

I Bloody Do

Everyone was already settled on the couches nursing their drinks and chatting with each other. You grabbed yourself a drink and approached them, Sam grinned and looked up at you.

“Why ‘ello govna, what do we ‘ave ‘ere this fine day?” He said in a terrible English accent, patting the chair beside him.

“Ain’t nuffin here but us tourists from merry old England. Pip pip,” you replied sitting down next to him.

Everyone around you groaned as you and Sam broke down into giggles. Sam put his arm around you and kissed the top of your head. The little in-joke had started at a mission when you and Sam had first met. You’d both taken chase after some bad guys dressed as clowns and when you’d cornered them they were trying to blend in with a bunch of tourists getting on a NY city tour bus. They’d put on these terrible English accents to try and fool you both, but they’d all still had clown makeup on.

The whole thing had been so ridiculous and struck you both as so funny that as soon as they’d been taken away by the police Sam had taken you out to lunch and you’d spent the whole time in hysterics as you kept randomly breaking out into Dick Van Dyke levels of terrible Cockney accents.

After that, if you saw each other you’d immediately greet each other with the same few lines. When you gave evidence in court, you both mimicked the accents when you spoke about how they tried to hide. And when Sam had asked you if you wanted to get dinner and go see a movie you had to stifle the laughter that wanted to burst out as he continued to use the same accent.

You’d randomly broken out into it ever since and you always greeted each other that way. It drove everyone around you crazy, and in a way that made it even funnier to do. The harder they groaned and rolled their eyes the funnier you and Sam found it.

“I seriously can’t wait for that joke to stop being funny to them,” Natasha said.

“Never was funny to begin with,” Bucky added.

“First of all,” Sam said, holding up a finger. “You had to be there. Second of all, it’s never not going to be funny. When I propose, I’m going to get down on one knee and say ‘alright, luv, wanna get cut and carried?’”

You burst out laughing. The idea was so perfect and hilarious but two things struck you very strongly. The first was he’d said ‘when’ not if. That was nice to hear, but not a huge shock. The two of you had talked about the possibility of getting married before, and how that would work for the two of you, and what you both wanted out of life. You didn’t expect him to ask you anytime soon, but if he did, it wouldn’t be completely out of the blue.

The thing that really stuck out was the fact he’d just used Cockney Rhyming slang for getting married. The two of you had looked up some to use. ‘Bendy flex’ you both used a lot, for example. As in, ‘alright, mate, shall we go have a little bendy flex?’ It was as good a way to initiate sex as any. Better really because you’d both be giggling like highschool kids.

Still, you only looked up the terms you planned to use, so why did he know ‘marry’ if he hadn’t looked it up?

You nuzzled up next to him and took his hands. “Why, Sammy, I can’t wait until I get to be saying the ‘I bloody dos’ with you.”

“I think we went Australian then,” Clint deadpanned.

You shrugged and Sam laughed and turned to you, bringing his lips to yours. You smiled into the kiss. After all, it wasn’t the accent that mattered, it was just part of the thing you shared with Sam.

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honeyjotunheim-blog · 5 years

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too hot. (steve rogers)

summary: things get a little hot and steamy (and competitive i guess) while playing a weird highschool game with steve.

pairing: fem!reader x steve rogers

warning/s: maybe swearing?? making out?????

a/n: WOW BERNIE YOU’RE UPDATING TWICE A YEAR NOW?? gosh what a fucking surprise and also is kissing nsfw let me know

How in the world did you end up here?

You were sitting beside Wanda, sipping your wine from a wine glass while trying not to close your eyes or look away as you watch Natasha and Bucky fiercely slurp up each other’s faces in the middle of the room. Drunken cheers and laughter erupted from every corner of the living room.

“Come on, Barnes! You kiss like a fish eating trashy ass aquarium food! Do better!” Sam taunted. Tony and Rhodey burst out laughing and Clint choked on his beer.

You glanced at Steve, who was just drinking from his beer bottle while scrolling through his phone. He was obviously trying to avoid looking at his best friend make out with his co-worker. And you were sitting opposite him trying your best not to imagine what kind of a kisser he was.

Oh, now you remembered how you ended up here.

Wanda, who conveniently just knew how to read the darkest parts of your mind, convinced you by saying that Steve was going to play along. She wasn’t exactly lying. Even though you felt that the chances were slim, there might be a chance that you and him might end up making out in the middle of the room like rutting teenagers at their first highschool party.

You and Steve were nothing but mere co-workers with maybe a little sexual tension somewhere in there. Ever since the first mission you had with him where you nearly threw a bomb at his direction, he’s been nothing but an emotional see-saw towards you.

One minute he’s relaying a joke to you, and the second he’s mad at you for being so damn reckless this one time in Oymyakon, and the third he’s subtly complimenting you on how the curve of your ass looked so good with that red pencil skirt. You could tell that he was an unraveling sexy mess whenever you were around, but you loved to act as if you were oblivious to that. You also loved when Steve went crazy about that.

You were pulled back to reality when the entire living room screeched out their cheers and laughter. It was hard to tell whether Bucky or Natasha lost because they were now furiously running for the nearest elevator.

“Goddamn, Wilson. Making me run for my money?” Tony asked as he handed Sam $50. “Hey, you’re a billionaire. I just live in your tower. I’d like to use the opportunity to scam the hell out of you when I get it.” Sam quipped, quickly pocketing the money in his wallet.

“Alright, next round?” Wanda asked.

Everyone else cheered in agreement and Wanda twirled the empty beer bottle around. The wine nearly spurted out through your nose when it landed on you. You glared at Wanda, who innocently shrugged at you while struggling to keep a straight face.

“So, who’re you gonna make out with, Y/N?” Sam asked, already grinning at Tony.

“This is your only chance, Y/N.” Wanda taunted you, winking at you while subtly nodding her head to Steve. Tony immediately caught on and nearly jumped in excitement. “Y/N, I’ll give you a week off if you make him lose. I’ll pay your ticket to wherever in the world you want to go to, I’ll pay for every single clothing item you purchase from wherever. Just please make him lose.” he begged.

“What in the hell are ya guys talkin’ about?” Steve asked, Brooklyn accent thick.

You turned to him with your teeth biting your bottom lip. He turned from Tony to you, the blue in his eyes looking darker than usual. His thick brows furrowed in concentration, his eyes narrowing suspiciously at you. One thing was both on your minds, but there was still a bit of hesitation.

“What?” he finally asked.

“Come on Steve,” you cooed, whispering almost, “you know you want it.”

Steve’s lips quirked into a smirk. For a moment, you were afraid that he was going to decline. Despite it being against the rules to decline, you knew Steve wasn’t going to listen to any kind of rule unless it’s his own. But when he finished his beer and slammed his bottle down to the side table beside him, you knew you were in for it.

Loud cheers were heard from behind you, but you were mostly listening to how loud your heart was beating. Steve stood up and sauntered over to you, his hands in his pockets. You wanted to slap the shit-eating smirk that he had on his face.

“Come on, Cap,” Sam encouraged, clapping. “Don’t lose to the old man, Y/N!” Tony shouted.

“I wanted this?” Steve asked you softly as he leaned dangerously closer to your face, mocking you. You narrowed your eyes at him, disliking at just how cocky he sounded. “What?” you taunted, placing your hands behind your back. “Too chicken to start kissing the girl of your dreams?”

You were about to add something but Steve effectively shut you up by initiating the kiss. You liked the way he moaned when you started kissing him back, but he wasn’t backing down so easily. Steve was a fighter in any kind of situation. With the way he was kissing you, you knew this was going to be a long game.

His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, asking you to let him taste your mouth. But you denied him the pleasure, instead you continued attacking his lips with little nips and sucks. He drew a startled moan when you bit his bottom lip and dragged it closer to you, tempting him to hold you.

Steve was slowly wavering. His hands were now out of his pockets, desperate to hold your face or your waist or some part of your body. He didn’t want to lose, not when you’re easily overpowering him. And he knew that you knew he was slowly losing, because your hands were still behind your back. Steve hated that he could feel you smirking against the kiss.

“Just touch me already.” Steve growled under his breath, pulling back slightly to catch his breath.

You chuckled to yourself. “Not gonna happen,” you muttered before the both of you returned to the kiss.

His tongue was still swiping over your bottom lip, so you finally gave him what he wanted and opened your mouth for him. He gasped and his arms finally snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

You smirked to yourself when you heard cheers and wolf-whistles. Steve only realized what happened when he heard Tony pay up, Wilson! and pulled away from your kiss, but refused to let go of your waist.

You gave Steve your best triumphant smile, hoping your face doesn’t look as flustered as you feel at the moment. Steve, on the other hand, was completely red. Even his ears were red. You were both struggling to catch your breaths, but you managed a laugh.

“I finally won against you, Cap.” you taunted. Steve’s dark eyes stared into you, his hands trailing down your back and reaching your ass, cupping both of your cheeks and lifting you up. You instantly wrap your legs around his tiny waist. He gave you a dark smile.

“Let’s see about that,” he whispered before running to the nearest elevator.

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savemefromanepicoftimewasted · 5 years

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Happily Ever After

Bucky Barnes X Reader Steve Rogers X OFC Sam Wilson X OFC

The house was crowded, that was something we could all definitely agree on, from our kids being home, taking their kids as well, to Bucky with Y/N, and their children. a/n:this is the final fic in my Steve and Cap series, and I’m so sad to see it end.

12 Years Later

They weren’t the same kids that had cried when they skinned their knees, or asked for ice cream during movie night. No, they were all adults now, taking care of their own little children. They had lives of their own, saving the world in ways of their own while I sat on the sidelines happily cheering them on.

“Babe, you knew they were going to grow up eventually.” Krista tugged my arm gently, pulling me into the living room where everyone else was.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t get sentimental over it.” I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her flush to my side.

“I know hun, let’s go make sure the kids haven’t torn the house down.” She smiled softly, resting her head against my shoulder as we headed down to the living room.

The house was crowded, that was something we could all definitely agree on, from our kids being home, taking their kids as well, to Bucky with Y/N, and their children.

“You’re having a baby.” Bucky’s jaw dropped open, shock washing over him like a tidal wave.

“Dad, we told you guys about this at thanksgiving, that we were trying.” Becca placed a hand against her still flat stomach, Aj standing proudly beside her.

“I’m gonna be a grandpa again.” Tears welled up in his eyes.

Becca reached over, pulling him into a tight hug as he cried happily. Y/N stepped around to Aj, pulling him into a tight hug. Jesus, that meant we were going to have another grandchild in the family, not including the two children Rosie had.

“We’re never gonna have a quiet house again.” Krista giggled, tightening her hold on my arm.

Rosie and Sammy were standing together, talking to their own set of twins that were just under two years old. It felt crazy, to watch the kids I’d watch grow up over the years slowly come together to make their own family.

“Rogers, we’re getting too old.” Bucky stood up, heading over to where Krista and I were.

“You’re telling me, that’s the third grandkid of the family. Haley just started dating someone, so we don’t have to worry about her having any, if she wants to, any time soon.” It’d made me nervous when the kids were all teenagers, how close they’d gotten.

It wasn’t as if we’d kept them locked together when they were young, they’d had other friends, it just seemed fate had other ideas. They were considered highschool sweethearts, inseparable. Rosie had been the first to break the news, that her and Sammy were dating when they were eighteen. Krista was happy for her, supportive in her decision to make her own choices, and Y/N was happy to see them together.

“Is she coming by later?” I nodded to Bucky.

Haley had gone to California for college, so it wasn’t as easy to see her anymore, and not be a helicopter parent constantly. She called Krista almost daily, telling her about little things here and there, her first heartbreak. I’d made a promise not to go after anyone who hurt her, emotionally at least. If anyone ever laid a finger on any of my children they would know what pain truly felt like.

“Maybe Becca will finally get a boy, Sammy’s said the girls get into so much trouble.” I raised a brow over at Bucky.

“As if a boy’s gonna be any easier? You know as well as I do that boys can be just as bad as girls when they’re young.” Y/N gave him a look from across the room, as if convincing him to argue.

While both Aj, and Sammy weren’t terrible when they were kids, they still put up one helluva fight when they hit their teenage years. It was hard enough raising three teens at once, but when you have two girls, and a boy, well it got tough. From first relationships, to their first awkward kisses.

“God, I remember walking in on Aj and Becca, I don’t think I’ve ever heard her scream that loud before.” I couldn’t contain the laugh that slipped through.

He’d accidentally walked in on them kissing, thinking they were studying like they promised, only to come face to face with his daughter and my son swapping spit. They were both adults though, what else did we expect?

“He wouldn’t look either of us in the eye for a good week, apparently he ended up talking to Peter when he was working and spilled the beans.” I chuckled lowly, glancing over to where Aj, and Becca were sitting together.

They looked happy, it didn’t matter if they were unmarried when she got pregnant with their first child, all that mattered was how they felt together. It almost reminded me of how Krista and I were at first, nervous around one another, until someone made the first move.

The sound of paws hitting the floor caught both Bucky’s, and Krista’s attention as Sarge headed into the living room. From the looks of it, he’d woken up from the nap he’d been taking before everyone arrived.

“Hey bud.” I reached down to pat his head, laughing as he licked up my arm.

It was hard thinking about Cap, and Grant, the memories we’d made with them over the years, how happy he made the kids.

“You’re getting upset again, aren’t you?” Krista pulled me back to the present, gently squeezing my arm. “I just miss him at times, he’s what helped bring us together.” Everyone had loved Cap as if he was their own.

“And now we have his son, even if he’s not here with us right now, he’s still in our memories.” I nodded slowly, glancing over at Sarge who’d made himself comfortable at Rosie’s feet.

He looked exactly like Cap, kind of how Aj looked like me, but definitely had some of his mother in him as well. He’d managed to get our neighbors dog pregnant, and luckily she also owned a labrador as well. So when she brought over a puppy saying that he was going to be ours, I couldn’t say no.

“Why did I ever agree to more dogs again?” It was a joke, there wouldn’t be a day that we didn’t own a dog, or two.

“To be fair, she didn’t really give you any choice to take him.” That was true, but now I wouldn’t trade him for the world.

Sam showed up around three, his wife Anna following close behind.

“Sorry we’re late, Ella couldn’t find her shoes, even though they were exactly where she’d left em.” Sam gave his daughter a look, one that meant business. “Mom was rushing me anyways, now let me hug Uncle Steve before I tell him what happened to you last week.” Anna rolled her eyes, stepping around them both to hug Krista, and Y/N.

I chuckled to myself, wrapping my arms around Ella and pulling her into a tight hug, she definitely had her mother’s attitude. She fit right in with the group that we all called a family, especially with having Sam as her father.

“Tony said he and the family should be by around five, I guess they went to pick up Haley for you.” Sam sipped from the drink in his hand, when the hell had he gotten that anyway?

Goddamnit, that man needed to stay out of my phone for longer than five minutes.

“No wonder she didn’t text me, I’ll have to talk to him when he gets here.” I sighed softly, running a hand over my beard.

Krista had made a comment that the gray that had started to come in made me look sexier, as if having gray hair was that bad. Well, Bucky was more of a test to that than I was, the man started getting grays in his beard for I did.

“I can hear you mentally talking shit Rogers, don’t make me come over there.” I couldn’t stop the laugh that slipped through loudly, sometimes I wouldn’t of been surprised if he truly was a mind reader.

“I’m just talking about your gray, old man.” Bucky pouted, reaching for Y/N who was barely two steps away.

She took one glance at his face before laughing, and plopping down beside him. Those two could read one another like a book, it was kinda sweet, even after all these years. Sarge was walking up to everyone, sniffing at their clothes before offering kisses. Sammy’s twins were ecstatic to see the dog, squealing before running over to be lavished in kisses.

“They’re our own little family, absolutely perfect.” Krista smiled, wrapping an arm around my waist.

Sam, and Anna were standing over with Bucky, and Y/N, talking about the adventures they’d gotten themselves into lately.

“When Y/N had asked me to be in her wedding, she refused to tell me who Bucky’s best man was, I nearly had a heart attack when I ended up seeing you that day.” I raised a brow down at her, this wasn’t something we’d discussed a lot before. “I couldn’t get over how beautiful you looked, and even Cap was curious to see who you were.” She laughed softly, cheeks tinging pink.

“I’d told her that I had a crush on you, had for years, and when I noticed that it was really you, well I was shocked.” So, the woman of my dreams had a crush on me, that didn’t seem so bad.

I wanted to comment on how sweet it was until we were interrupted by Haley swinging open the door and squealing as she ran inside. Tony, Pepper, and their daughter Morgan weren’t too far behind. There was a fifth person, but they weren’t close enough to really figure out exactly who it was.

“Dad! Mom! I missed you guys.” Haley threw her arms around my neck, pulling Krista and I into a tight hug.

“We missed you too sweetheart, now where’s this special someone I’ve heard so much about?” Oh, that was the other person.

Tony had already integrated himself with everyone else, Pepper making light conversation with Becca as Morgan went over to talk with Ella. I’d expected someone that reminded me of Haley’s last boyfriend, a no good idiot who luckily didn’t last longer than a couple of weeks. No, I came face to face with one of her high school best friends, Natalie.

“Hey, long time no see.” I smiled and pulled her into a gentle hug, the realization slowly dawning.

This was who Haley was bringing home for the holidays, and it wasn’t because Natalie’s parents couldn’t have her for the holiday’s.

“It took you long enough to notice.” Krista was looking over at me, Haley giggling by her side.

“It’s been going on for a while, hasn’t it?” I looked over at Haley, huffing when all she did was nod.

Natalie stepped from the embrace, wrapping her free arm around Haley’s waist. They fit together like two peas in a pod, how the hell did I not see that?

“It’s nice to see you again Mr. Rogers, we were gonna try and make it for Thanksgiving but my parents asked if we could visit them.” I shook my head, dismissing the past holiday.

“No worries, and please call me Steve, Mr. Rogers makes me feel old.” The kids had always complained whenever I told their friends to call Krista or I by our names.

Hey, it wasn’t always nice to be reminded how old I’d gotten over the years, and that wasn’t even considering how long I’d spent in the ice as well.

“Rogers, come and socialize with your guests.” Tony raised a brow as I raised one right back at him.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, talking amongst the groups they’d made when they had first arrived, or letting Sarge give them plenty of kisses. I wrapped my arm around Krista’s waist, pulling her further into the living room so that we were with everyone else.

“Man, while I can’t lie and say that I love the holiday’s and that it brings everyone together, it’s also a little sad at the same time.” Bucky stepped over slowly, a glass of cider held loosely in his left hand.

“Yeah, I know Buck. I think the last Christmas we had celebrated back then was when we were in the war, you ended up getting drunk with everyone since I couldn’t.” Bucky and the crew had gotten so drunk they’d spent the night singing loud enough to startle everyone around em.

It was a pleasant thought, one I’d go back to during the holidays I’d spent alone, when I’d gotten Cap things had changed, and Krista followed suit close behind. Of course I had my family now, the kids, grandkids, and the friends we all considered family. It felt different now, a better kind of different.

There were no pressing issues that needed attending, and if there were they’d had new Avengers, people who’d stepped up to take our places. The biggest thing I ever had to worry about was what I’d do for Krista when our anniversary came up. And it was too, so I’d definitely have to give that some thought before the night was over.

The day seemed to slip by slowly, sun settling behind the horizon as we all settled down to eat dinner. Granted there was enough food to feed a small army, and then enough for leftovers, but Bucky and I could eat more than half of the food. The twins were eating happily, laughing as Sarge sniffed their plates. He always behaved though, never eating off their plates unless given permission. He reminded me so much of Captain that I would’ve sworn they simply cloned the old dog.

“I’m absolutely stuffed, food was incredible guys.” Sam threw down his napkin, patting his stomach with a long but satisfied sigh.

“That’s cause Steve finally learned how to cook, and he may have asked Y/N and I for help a couple of days ago.” I shrugged, nothing wrong with asking for help when I needed it.

Conversation seemed to flow easily, drinks being filled when the first was emptied. The twins had abandoned their plates, choosing to play in the living room for the time being. Perfectly fine, they’d be able to tire themselves out before Sammy, and Rosie had to take them home anyway.

“How about we go and open gifts before have dessert, that way if the kids fall asleep afterwards they can sleep.” Rosie agreed immediately, getting out of her chair to tell the girls what we were doing.

Everyone made their way out to the living room slowly, making sure not to step on a kid, or Sarge who was curiously following. Gifts were passed out once everyone was sitting down, the twins tearing into the paper to squeal happily at their new toys. Of course they’d also gotten clothes, that they were surprisingly excited to get. I could remember a time when kids absolutely hated getting clothes on Christmas.

Tony, the man who always did too much, got everyone new Stark Tech phones, that were guaranteed to outlast any phone that was on the market. I couldn’t be mad though, his were a lot easier to operate anyway.

Bucky laughed as he opened his box, staring down at the shirt. “Worlds Best Grandpa”. It had been a running joke for years, mostly because Bucky was technically the oldest out of everyone.

Y/N nearly lunged herself at Bucky when she pulled out a car key, I couldn’t quite recognize the logo from too far but I was sure it was something she’d had her eye on for a while. He always loved getting her extravagant things during the holidays.

I reached next to my thigh, grabbing the small box that held Krista’s gift, handing it over to her almost nervously. I’d had to nearly get a lawyer to get the item back from the Smithsonian, god that was a nightmare.

“Steve..are these?” She grabbed the chain, pulling the dog tags from the box. “Yeah, I’ve always wanted to give them to you, I was able to get them back about a month ago, got em polished so they didn’t look so dingey.” Her eyes welled up with tears, hand covering her mouth as she cried.

Anxiety raced through my body, was it a mistake? Should I have gotten her something else?

“I love them Steve, thank you.” She laughed, pulling me down into a kiss.

I cupped her cheek gently, kissing her back. The tension slowly bled out, her hands coming up to wrap around my neck.

“I couldn’t ask for anything more perfect.” Her whisper was too soft for anyone else to hear, but just loud enough for me.

“You’re welcome doll.” I pulled my arms from her waist, taking the chain into my hands to help put it on her.

Everyone else had seemed to relax, knowing that I’d given something that meant more to me in a past life than anything. This was where life was supposed to lead me, I wasn’t the same man that I was back then.

She reached down for a box, it looked too big to hold just a sweater or something of the like. So what in the world had she gotten me?

I took the gift from her, tearing open the paper as I stared down at the cover of what looked to be a photo album. Flipping open the cover I felt my emotions begin to bubble over. There were tons of pictures of Cap, and Grant. There were ones of Cap laying next to Krista, belly swollen when she was pregnant with the twins, to Grant sleeping beside Rosie when she’d had a bad nightmare.

“You’re perfect, thank you so much babe.” I laughed, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“I know how much you miss them, and what better way to keep a memory than with five hundred different photos.” She laughed at my expression, I wasn’t entirely sure how I looked in the moment.

I looked at how thick the album was, and noticed that though it looked thin enough, the photos were all different sizes. No wonder there were so many. It wasn’t even just photos of Krista, the pups, and the kids. Everyone was included, from Sam wrestling with Cap, to Bucky snoring on the couch with Grant asleep on him.

I’d be able to have memories to look back on for years to come, remembering the good times that filled my life. And it was all thanks to my dog Captain. FIN

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bloodiedskirtts · 6 years

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Lie to Me | Steve x Reader College AU

Summary: Steve and Y/N are high school sweethearts and everything was perfect until you went to college. Steve is jealous of Y/N’s connection with bad boy Bucky, but will his jealous be the end of your relationship?

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Starts fluffy, then...Angst! Asshole Steve and also Asshole Bucky. Mentions of sex. Language.

A/N: This is for @captainrogerrsbeard 400 Followers Writing Challenge, with the prompt ‘Are you gonna leave with him?’ And I made it a College AU because why not?

Feedback is always appreciated! Thanks for reading. I hope you guys like it!

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‘Okay, okay,’ she giggled, as he kissed down her neck. ‘Baby I gotta go to my study group.’

He looked up at her pouting, ‘Do ya though?’

Steve Rogers looked at her with those baby blues that every girl on campus swooned over. But they were all hers, he was all hers. Steve had asked Y/N out when they were freshmen in high school. He was still a little awkward, hadn’t hit his growth spurt yet and got tongue tied around girls. So when she said he asked her out, his best friend, Sam Wilson had actually asked her out on his behalf. She liked Steve, he was sweet. No one else had asked her out before, no boy had paid her any attention. And since their first date at Coney Island, he sure knew how to surprise a gal, they had been inseparable.

Something that delighted her when he puberty hit him like a freight train at the age of sixteen. He grew a foot, gained like a hundred pounds in muscle, but never lost that sweet side to him. He even managed to get a place on the football team and she was there every match with the rest of the cheer squad, shouting on her man. He truly was the full package, the perfect boyfriend. And they were the sweetest couple in their highschool. Prom king and queen, the whole shabang. She knew it was cheesy but she had the perfect high school experience, with Steve by her side.

And when they both got accepted to Harvard it was like a dream come true. She knew that if they didn’t get into the same college she wouldn’t be able to handle that. She couldn’t handle being away from Steve for too long. They barely left each other’s side in high school. They ran the school together, spent weekends together, even went on holidays together. Her parents loved Steve, and Steve’s parents loved her. They lived on the same floor, barely left each others sides. Except for their class list and Steve’s football training, they were attached at the hip. They had their whole life planned out, never once thinking that they wouldn’t be with one another.

‘Ugh blow it off for just one fuckin’ day,’ Steve teased, his Brooklyn drawl coming out.

She smiled at him as she wiggled away from him.

‘Ya know I can’t do that, Stevie,’ she replied as she pulled her clothes back on.

She grabbed Steve’s Harvard shirt, tucking it into her tiny jean shorts and pulling on her Vans. Her phone bleeped and she picked it up from the ground where it had been thrown when Steve came back from football practice to ‘catch up’ with her. She opened the message and a smile crossed her face. Steve’s eyes narrowed as she watched her twirl her hair around her fingers.

‘Who is it?’ Steve asked.

‘No one...just a guy from my study group,’ she told him as he sat up on his bed, kissing her neck again.

‘Hm? Do I know him?’ he asked.

She let out a soft whine at the feel of his lips on her neck, ‘I dunno. Bucky? Bucky Barnes?’

Steve froze for a moment, he had seen Bucky around campus and heard the rumours. If Steve was being honest he had no idea how he got into Harvard. He was the typical bad boy, as if he had walked out of a James Dean film. He was a class A flirt, he had a new girl on his arm every night, a new girl in his bed too. Steve didn’t know why but he didn’t like him. And he didn’t like the way his girlfriend was smirking at her phone as she replied to him.

Before Steve could say anything, she was kissing him quickly on the mouth and bouncing out of their room.

‘Don’t go anywhere I will be back for round two after study group,’ she purred, blowing him a kiss, as she closed the door.

‘Stevie, you look so handsome,’ she giggled as she pulled him in for a kiss.

He could tell she was already tipsy and they hadn’t even left for the party yet. She was pulling at the shirt he was wearing, pouting out her lips as she looked him over. When she had told him that Bucky Barnes had invited her, and by extension him, to a party, he was apprehensive to say the least. He didn’t want her around Bucky anymore than she needed to be.

He couldn’t pretend like he wasn’t jealous of her relationship with the other man. He was everything Steve wasn’t and the footballer was anxious that she would be more attracted to Bucky than him. And he hated how she would giggle at her phone everytime he text her. And he text her a lot! They had fought about it more than once about it but Steve had always made it up to her. Chocolates, romcoms and a lot of going down on her seemed to do the trick.

He already didn’t want to go to the party and when he saw that tiny dress that she was wearing he was ready to throw her on the bed. He wanted to make sure the only name she could remember was his. But she wouldn’t hear it, she wanted to go to the party. The entire football team was going, some of the cheer squad too.

‘You are trying to kill me,’ he groaned, as he kissed her deeply.

‘We have to gooooooo,’ she told him, downing whatever she was drinking when she was getting ready.

Their Uber didn’t take long to get them to the frat house a few blocks off campus where the party was taking place. Steve immediately saw his teammates, Thor and Tony when they walked in the door. And they didn’t think twice about grabbing him and dragging him over to the keg.

‘Keg stand chaaaaaaaamp!’ she called out, following her boyfriend, before a pair of hands grabbed her waist.

‘BUCKY!’ she screamed as she threw her arms around him. ‘My boyfriend has been stolen! And I don’t have anything to drink.’

Bucky chuckled, ‘Your boyfriend is golden boy Steve fuckin’ Rogers?’

He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at her, ‘Never took you for that kinda gal.’

He knew she had a boyfriend, and he knew his name was Steve. But he never put two and two together to realise that she was talking about Steve Rogers. Of course, she was dating Steve Rogers.

She rolled her eyes at him.’And what kinda girl is that?’

‘I dunno. Just saw you as more a Marilyn than a Jackie,’ he told her as he brought her towards the drinks table.

‘I think of myself as more of Hillary in fact,’ she snapped as he poured her a drink. ‘I don’t really need a man. They’re just fun to have around, ya know.’

He smirked down at her, his body closer to hers than she would have liked. But she was just a little too tipsy to notice. His hand rested on her waist as he handed the solo cup over to her. She smiled at him before taking a swig of the drink and gagging.

‘What the fuck is this?’ she asked.

He couldn’t contain his laughter as she scrunched up her face at the taste.

‘It would be vodka, rum and a little bit of whiskey with Coke,’ he told her.

‘Fuck me, Bucky-’

‘With pleasure,’ he purred.

She pushed him away with a laugh, ‘You are such a fuckin’ perv. I pity every girl who sleeps with you.’

‘Why’s that, doll?’ he asked as he grabbed a beer.

‘Because any man who goes through that many girls clearly has no idea where the clit is,’ she teased, pouring my Coke into her cup.

He chuckled at her words, watching as she brought the cup to her lips. Those sinful fucking lips.

‘I think, doll, you’ll find that the fact I manage to get so many women into bed with me is because I know exactly where the clit is,’ he purred, moving dangerously close to her. ‘Maybe you can find out sometime. Whenever you get bored with goody good Rogers.’

She opened her mouth to respond but they were pulled apart by Natasha Romanoff, who looked up at Bucky with those sex eyes. She was on the cheer squad too, she was one of the best freshmen on the team and Y/N was insanely jealous of the ways she could move her body. Just the two girls were chosen for the team from the dozens of freshmen who were trying out. And Natasha had decided that Y/N was her biggest competition.

‘Barnes, just who I wanted to talk to,’ she purred, her voice was the most seductive thing Y/N had ever heard. And she knew that there was no way that Bucky wasn’t going home with her that night. To be honest, they would make an incredible couple.

Nat looked over her shoulder at the other woman, ‘I think your Golden Boy wants you, Y/N. Why don’t you go run along, leave the men to me.’

She turned on her heels shakily as she went to find Steve who was clearly drunker than when she had left him. He was playing beer pong with his teammates. Tony was currently up to play.

‘Steve, you are one lucky son o’ bitch,’ he shouted with a smirk, when she walked over to the boys. ‘Not gonna lie that dress may replace your cheer uniform when I-’

‘Alright!’ Steve shouted, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, and pulling her in for a sloppy kiss. He didn’t particularly want to think about what the quarterback fantasised about when he was jerking off. Especially when he was jerking off thinking about his girlfriend.

She pulled away with a giggle, ‘You are very drunk.’

‘And I have kept my fuckin’ record! Keg champ!’ he shouted.

‘For someone who isn’t a frat boy, you are the biggest frat bro I know,’ she teased.

‘I missed my cheerleader. Where were ya?’ he asked, pulling her away from the beer pong game.

He fell onto a couch, with her landing in his lap. The other people on the couch made a face when he pulled her in for a deep kiss. After a very brief makeout session, her skirt riding up her thighs even more if that was possible, he asked the question again.

‘I was talkin’ ta Bucky,’ she told him, taking a sip from her drink.

A scowl covered Steve’s face when she spoke his name.

‘So the first thing you do when you come to a fuckin’ party is go find that asshole?’ he snapped.

‘What the fuck Steve? You were dragged off by your baller buddies! I was following behind, not that you would have noticed. In fact you didn’t fuckin’ notice until I came to find you. So maybe you should get down from your high horse!’

She pushed off his lap and went to storm away, but Steve grabbed her arm pulling her back to him.

‘Ever since you got into that stupid study group all you’ve been doing is fucking ohhing and ahhing over that fuckin’ idiot,’ he snapped.

‘He’s my friend, Steve. A friend who isn’t a cheerleader who is so catty I want to rip my face off! A friend who actually listens to me!’

Steve snorted at this.

‘Don’t you have any other friends in this study group then. Or is it more of a private study group?’

The alcohol was spurring him on, making him say things he would never say when he was sober. Never say to hurt her. But now all he wanted to do was wound her with his words. Clint had told him how he had seen Y/N and Bucky flirting in the library, grabbing coffee together. Bucky would always stand just too close to her, his hands would linger just too long on her skin and the thought of it made Steve’s blood boil. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, but it still hurt. And he wanted to hurt her too. He didn’t want anyone else touching his girl. His girl.

‘Steve,’ she gasped out, the hurt evident on her face.

‘Is that it? You’re fuckin’ him right? I mean why else would he wanna hang around you? Bucky Barnes only cares about things he can put his dick in. And now you’re just another one of Barnes’ sluts,’ he snapped, the words tumbling out before he could register what he was saying.

People around you had begun to stare. Never in their lives did they think that the Golden Couple of Harvard’s Freshman Class would be in the middle of a screaming match at a party.

‘Fuck you, Steve,’ she spat. ‘Fuck you. And fuck this stupid party.’

Steve watched as she stomped off, storming past Tony and Thor who tried to stop her. She was fighting back tears, she wouldn’t give him or his fucking goons the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Not here. She didn’t know where she was going until she was running into his arms.

He had seen the fight, seen perfect boy Rogers call his girlfriend a slut in front of everyone. He pushed Natasha off his lap and raced after her, pulling her in for a hug. He had no idea what he was doing. No idea why he chased after her.

‘Hey that was really shitty of him,’ he whispered as he smoothed down her hair. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t...I didn’t mean for this to happen.’

She pulled away from him, looking up at him, her eyes bleary with alcohol but she wasn’t crying. She had told herself she wouldn’t cry in front of everyone and she certainly wasn’t going to cry in front of Steve. No, she was gonna make him eat his fucking words.

Bucky noted the way her eyes narrowed, the smirk pulling at her plump lips. He would be lying if he said that he hadn’t fantasised about kissing those lips and other things involving those lips.

‘Wanna get outta here?’ she purred.

Now it was his turn to narrow his eyes, ‘Look, you don’t have to do this. Just because he said that...You don’t gotta...’

She brushed her lips over his, not kissing him quite yet and not keeping her lips over his long enough for him to kiss her.

‘I want to,’ she told him.

Her voice deeper now, husky, seductive causing his cock to stir in his jeans. He always thought that she was too good for Steve Rogers. She was much more interesting than that plain football player. She was funny, bold and witty, and smarter than anyone else he had met. From the moment she walked into the study group, Bucky knew that he wanted her. Not just for the night, he wanted her by his side.

Everyone thought that she was such a sweet, innocent girl, but he knew she had a filthy mouth and a filthy sense of humour. And he was enamoured with her. He wasn’t going to make her ask twice. He just let her lead him through the party, his eyes on her ass as she went to the door.

‘Are you gonna leave with him?’ Steve snapped, as he saw his girl walk out with Bucky.

‘You want me to be a slut? Then I’m gonna be a fuckin’ slut, but not for you Steve,’ she snarled.

‘Well go on ahead,’ he snapped. ‘I literally couldn’t care less who fucks you. Not like I’ll be going home empty handed anyway.’

‘Fuck you, Steve,’ she growled, before walking out the door.

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sofreakinmanyfandoms · 6 years

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30 Days of Avengers One-Shots - Masterlist

Summary: Welcome to the masterlist for my NaNoWriMo 2k18 project! Every day I will be writing a new Avengers-related one-shot that is at least the daily word count (1667 words) in length. All will be reader inserts.

Total Chapters: 30

Series warnings: Fluff, angst, battle, graphic nightmare, panic attack, various shenanigans tagged in individual fics

Author’s note: This is going to be fun! Drabble requests will be put off for the month but I’ll still be taking one-shot requests. All fics will be posted near the end of the day AKDT since I’ll be writing them the day I post them and in the spirit of NaNoWriMo will be mostly unedited. To maintain my sanity, all my current WIPs will be on hiatus for the month. Also, all credit for the photos on each fic goes to the wonderful photographers who post their stuff on Unsplash.

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Chapters:

November 1 - Tony Touches Something He Shouldn’t (Or: How Steve Kind of Ends Up with a Gladiator Girlfriend)

November 2 - I Told You She Likes You (Steve Rogers X Reader Highschool!AU)

November 3 - In Which the Worst Day Is Made Better (Comic!Clint Barton X Reader)

November 4 - Sir Could Use Some Help (Platonic!Tony Stark X Employee!Reader) - CONTAINS PANIC ATTACK

November 5 - Five Firsts with Bucky Barnes

November 6 - Chasing Stars (Steve Rogers X Reader - CONTAINS GRAPHIC NIGHTMARE)

November 7 - Save the Last Dance (40s!Bucky Barnes X Reader)

November 8 - Always a Child (De-Aged!Tony Stark X Reader)

November 9 - The Little Things (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

November 10 - I Wish... (Jinn!Loki X Reader)

November 11 - The Amulet of Sisters (Spider-Man X Reader)

November 12 - Of Royals and Robots (Prince!Tony Stark X Reader)

November 13 - Sing It Out (Steve Rogers X Reader)

November 14 - We’re Gonna Go Flirt with Superheroes (Bucky Barnes X Reader ft. my friend Dean)

November 15 - The Chibi Falcon (Sam Wilson X Reader)

November 16 - Best Birthday Ever (Steve Rogers X Reader)

November 17 - Falling Slowly (Tony Stark X Reader Highschool!AU)

November 18 - Your Love Is A Song (Steve Rogers X Reader - Sequel to Sing It Out)

November 19 - Special Plans (Bucky Barnes X Rogers!Reader with Brother!Steve - Modern!AU)

November 20 - Haiku Can Be Hard, But Not As Hard As Saying, How Much I Like You (Clint Barton X Reader - Modern!AU)

November 21 - First Date (Clint Barton X Reader - Sequel to “Haiku...”)

November 22 - A Tingle and an Itch (Tony Stark X Reader - Soulmate!AU)

November 23 - Liquid Perfection (Bucky Barnes X Reader - Coffee Shop!AU)

November 24 - Second Opinion (Loki X Reader Drabble)

November 25 - I’m Blaming You (Sam Wilson X Reader Drabble)

November 26 - The Lie (Steve Rogers X Reader Drabble)

November 27 - Hacker (Tony Stark X Reader)

November 28 - Reference Questions of Questionable Importance (Librarian!Bruce Banner X Reader - Modern!AU)

November 29 - Vacation in the Vents (Clint Barton X Reader)

November 30 - Beautiful Wings (Bucky Barnes X Reader - Wingsfic)

#nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2018 #nanowrimo 2k18 #nanorebel #avengers #one-shot #one shot #masterlist #series masterlist

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Friend Of A Friend, A Bucky Barnes X Reader Fic.

Bucky Barnes can’t seem to stop running into a friend of a friend, he also can’t seem to stop himself being infatuated with her infectious smile, quick wit and her ability to bring the walls he had spent so long building, crashing down.

Got loads of unfinished fics and exams so why not yeaaaa

Warnings; Swearing.

It was hot. Mid July and in the middle of a particularly hot week in NYC, the papers were calling it the ‘worst heatwave in NYC since 1943.’ It was the kind of sticky heat that made you sweat just from standing up and when you walked out of a building the heat hit you like a brick wall. The air smelt of salty sweat and sun damaged skin and everybody was in a particularly sluggish mood. It was 11:30am on a Thursday morning, the sun was almost at its highest point and you could tell. People milled in and out of the National Archives building, some came in just for the shade, but you had no energy to refuse them. There was a particularly aggravated lady occupying the desk, she was fanning her face with one hand, the other was clutching a stack of papers, she was trying to request a file on behalf of the company she worked for but didn’t have ID. She seemed to be giving your colleague, Andrea a particularly hard time about it. Andrea was a middle aged, African American woman who you worked closely with, she was on the same shift pattern as you and you had become somewhat close friends because of that.

“I have told you ma’am I cannot give you the file without any valid ID to prove that the person who is authorized on that form is actually you” Andrea repeated, exasperated and with an edge to her voice, that usually meant ‘don’t push me’ she placed her hands on her hips and raised her brows at the blonde woman, who must have been about 35, she clicked her tongue at Andreas words and sighed heavily.

“But it is me, that’s my name right there” the woman almost whined and slammed a manicured finger down on the name highlighted on the form.

“How do I know that?” Andrea asked, raising her eyebrows further and cocking her head at the difficult customer. The woman slammed her stiletto clad heels down on the marble flooring of the NA building.

“You’re telling me, I have to walk back across the city in this heat, just to get my ID to collect a file that I can see from here” She pointed wildly behind Andreas head and into the filling room as she raised her voice a few octaves in pure frustration. Andrea remained unfazed by the woman’s outburst and kept a calm demeanour.

“Unless you can produce some identification from where the sun doesn’t shine then yes, that’s what you’re going to have to do, it’s company policy” Andrea crossed her arms over her chest and gave the customer a testing look, the look that warned most people they were getting dangerously close to the edge. Despite the woman’s clear irritation, she didn’t push further, just sighed dramatically and gathered her papers.

“This is pathetic” she hissed at the two of you before striding across the marble flooring, her heels clicking violently as she left. Andrea turned to face you, a look of annoyance on her features.

“It is too hot to be dealing with people like that today” She declared, taking a sip of her water bottle that she grabbed from under the counter and took a moment to lean back against the filing cabinets that you were currently riffling around in, you looked up at her and wiped your head with the back of your hand and nodded in agreement.

“Your patience is a virtue” you praised jokingly and gave up on your task to join her in leaning against the black filling cabinet. You both surveyed the large building from your stance behind the counter.

“Well I’m running low on it” She grumbled as you snorted. You both enjoyed a few moments of peace, Andrea’s eyes surveying the floor as you leaned your head back and shut your eyes, thankful for the small break when you remembered something that made you grin with slight excitement. You opened your eyes and pulled your head forward to face your co-worker.

“Andrea, I think there’s some ice cream sandwiches in the freezer in the break room” you told her eagerly, excited at the thought of something to cool you down, even if it was only slightly. She turned her head to face you and narrowed her eyes slightly.

“Well what are you waiting for child, go get them” she faux scolded and shooed you into the back which made you chuckle but you did as you were told and hurried through the filling room and down the linoleum hall way that connected to the break room, a dingy room with a table and chairs, a small fridge and freezer and a microwave that was on the fritz. You pulled the door open to the freezer and sighed contently as the cold air rushed over your overheated body, you didn’t waste another second before rummaging around in the old freezer, it was right at the back you saw the box and pulled it out in triumph, similar to a war torn hero retrieving an important artefact from the fiery depths of hell, or something like that. You clutched the two to your chest and shut the door with your foot, on the way back you decided you just could not wait for the whole 30 second walk and ripped yours open with your teeth, discarding the wrapping in the bin in the filling room, you emerged into the light, like a hero, tucking into your ice cream sandwich.

“Well, it was hard but I di…” You started as you walked out but was interrupted by Andrea stood at the desk looking displeased with two large burly men in full combat gear who didn’t look so happy themselves. One of the men you recognised as Sam Wilson aka The Falcon AKA your only friend in your politics and international relations night class and the other man as The Winter Solider. You had taken the class purely because you were interested in the subject and almost dropped out when you heard a bunch of girls gossiping at your induction sign up.

“Did you know there’s supposed to be an Avenger in this class, it’s the only reason I took it”

“Oh my GOD, I hope it’s Captain America, he is hot”

“No, his friend is so much hotter”

“Jesus they’re all snacks”

You cringed at the memory. It wasn’t that you disagreed with the girls at all, they were all hotter than this insufferable heatwave. But you didn’t want to have to put up with fan girls and the fact there would be a hunky guy in your class, that would no doubt know he was hot and get good grades without even trying and all the pretty girls would be friends and it would be JUST LIKE HIGHSCHOOL GODDAMN IT. You were sure your sanity or anxiety couldn’t take it. You decided to sign up anyway and you could always change to a different subject if it was too bad.

However you had unknowingly sat next to said Avenger on the first night of classes, you were running late because you had been doing VERY important things that had overrun slightly (you had fell asleep watching MasterChef and almost ran into the lecture hall looking incredibly dishevelled and sat down in the closest seat to you). Nobody sat next to him despite their intrigue and attraction because Sam could be a scary looking guy when he wanted to be. You had almost choked when you realised who you were sitting next to, you were sure that your eyes had bulged out of your head and you were certain your breathing was incredibly sporadic, you looked like a mad woman.

“Is everything okay?” He had whispered, his deep voice had sounded concerned as he looked down on you, you noted how the short sleeve T- shirt he was wearing displayed his array of muscles.

“Yep, fell asleep watching MasterChef, very disoriented, pretty much ran here, other than that yep I’m stellar. What about you, are you okay?” you had whispered back whilst nodding profusely, fuelling those mad woman traits. But he had just laughed down at you and you smiled back up at him and I guess the rest was history, you had somehow become good friends after that interaction. You realised pretty soon he wasn’t scary or intimating, he was just a huge goof with a wicked sense of humour. Despite being single and flirty, he didn’t really have much romantic interest in the girl in our class, but he did enjoy flirting.

They hadn’t noticed your entrance, so you watched the exchange from afar and ate your ice-cream.

“Do you have ID?” Andrea deadpanned, her eyes scanning the two men, she didn’t look impressed with their unpleasant demeanour. Sam whipped out his ID and handed it over without a word, he nudged his Avengers co-worker to do the same, The Winter Soldier, or Bucky Barnes as he goes by now, was devilishly handsome with long brown hair and beautiful blue eyes, you were certain his mysteriousness and intrigue caused girls to literally loose their minds over him, but he stayed quiet and brooding as he always did as he just shoved Sam back in annoyance. Andrea examined the ID and handed it back, turning to look at the long-haired man expectantly.

“And yourself?” she tapped her red nails on the counter whilst she waited, he matched her deadpan expression and made no attempt to retrieve his ID.

“I don’t have any identification, I’m 100 years old” the man spoke in a deep, low voice, there was absolutely no trace of jest in his words and Andrea threw her hands in the air in exasperation. You snorted in amusement but decided to step in before she literally lunged at the two men.

“Sam?” you called as you stepped into view and all three of them snapped their heads towards you. Andrea looked relieved, Sam looked slightly shocked and Bucky held his deadpan expression.

“Y/N” he greeted with a grin. “Good, if you know these men you can deal with them” Andrea interrupted quickly sauntering off into the filling room, grabbing her ice cream sandwich from your outstretched hand as she went, you had long finished yours. You walked up to the desk and leaned on your arms.

“What’s up?” you asked casually looking up at him, he seemed to relax a little since seeing you and didn’t look as intimidating.

“Here on official Avengers business, on the hottest day of the damn year” he grumbled wiping his brow. “I forgot you worked here” he added, surveying the surroundings.

“New York’s finest National Archives administration assistant at your service” you mock saluted as Sam snorted. “One of us has to have a real job” you muttered, and Sam’s eyes widened at your words as he placed his hands on his chest in mock hurt as you grinned.

“I save the world” he protested loudly crossing his arms, you waved him off, not wanting to get into this debate today.

“What do you need Sam?” you asked again, standing up straight. The large man dumped a pile of papers on the counter.

“I need these files.” He stated simply.

“Buuuut no ID?” you questioned gesturing to Bucky and Sam rolled his eyes

“You heard the man he’s 100 years old, he fought in world war two, he’s an American hero Y/N!” he exclaimed dramatically, you looked to Bucky, deadpan expression still in place but he was nodding at Sam’s words solemnly.

“I’ll see what I can do” you murmured, grabbing the papers from Sam’s back and turning your back on them to riffle through some paperwork.

“You look great for 100, what’s your secret?” you called over your shoulder, keen on getting the infamous winter solider to converse with you.

“Get kidnapped, brain washed and frozen by a Nazi organisation” He answered flatly, you snickered at his words, grabbed the file you needed and whipped back around to face them.

“I ought to give it a try” You joked, unfazed by his comment, Bucky raised his eyebrow, the ghost of a smirk on his face.

“I wouldn’t recommend it, maybe a just a facial?” he suggested in his usual flat tone. You laughed and you saw his mouth quirk for a small second, before settling into the signature horrific death glare.

“Thank you so much for this, I am forever grateful” Sam went to grab the file out of your hands, but you raised it above your head quickly.

“I could lose my job over this”

“I know, and I am so thankful”

“I could lose my house, end up on the streets begging for scraps of foo—”

“Alright kid, what do you want” Sam interrupted with pursed lips, you smiled sweetly.

“Nothing I just want to hold it over your head for years to come” you waved the form around above his head, Bucky eyed it and you realised he could very easily snatch it if he wanted.

“How about lunch?” he offered, and you scrunched up your nose.

“HOMELESS Sam!” you reminded him with mock seriousness, he huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Lunch AND I’ll snag you an invite to Starks next party… Free booze” He tempted, and you considered his offer but before you could reply he had snatched the form out of your hand.

“That’s the best offer you’re ever going to get” Sam teased with sass in his voice.

“Make it dinner, tonight because I have no food in” you offered leaning over the counter to smile widely at Sam.

“Done!” He agreed with a triumphant smile.

“Would you like to come too, um Mr…Winter Solider?” you questioned, unsure of how to address him, he looked surprised and them amused, Sam chortled in the background, you shot him a glare.

“It’s Bucky, and no thank you” he gave you a polite smile, you were sure your grin faltered when he turned you down, but you quickly covered it up.

“Okay…If you change your mind, don’t hesitate to come cos’ Sam’s paying” you offered with a smile, Sam protested slightly but you waved him away. Bucky just gave you a small smirk and a nod.

“Duty calls, see you tonight, don’t look too pretty it might prevent me from getting a date” Sam joked, giving you a mock salute.

“Thank you very much for this” Bucky gave you a tight smile and you waved them off, watching them retreat into the sweltering New York sun.

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