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heyybaejjk · 9 months

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MODERN AO'NUNG HCS — PT. 3

pairing. ao'nung x fem!reader

summary. human aonung hcs

warnings. none

masterlist. pt. 1 pt. 2

Mans definitely is going for an ATAR course and for his HSC ‼️‼️

I feel like the main classes he chose are:

- Music

- Art

- Maths

- English Advanced (only because you prob do it)

- Marine Studies (cmon now fishlips)

- SLR, the only non-ATAR subject because it's more of a chill subject.

Hates math with passion, only chose it because you chose it.

If he isn't in one of your classes then he loves to leave class at least five minutes early to walk to your class and wait for you

Some teachers have caught him walking out, but it's the second term of school, they're already used to him doing this

Term 1: "Miss, what the fuck is that right behind you? Is that a spider?!" Ao'nung screams frantically, pointing behind the female teacher with his eyes widened and mouth gaped.

"What!? What is it!?" The teacher yells as she turns around to the white wall that faces her. An empty, blank wall painted with nothing. Confused, she turns back around and sees a tall figure run out the door.

Term 2: "Miss, there's a big ass fucking spider on your shoulder!" Ao'nung yells, a slender finger pointing to the teacher's shoulder. "Ao'nung, leave already," The teacher rolls her eyes as she was already used to his stupid tricks.

"Oh, okay." 🧍‍♀️

During the break, all people see is 👫

If you do food tech as one of your classes, bro's begging for you to save him some food that you made in class.

"I had theory instead of prac today, I'm sorry, Nung. I didn't make anything today, but I made lunch," you giggle as your boyfriend's heavy weight drops on your back, pulling you into a hug. His long ass arm wrapping around your shoulder. "That teacher of yours is a stank ass liar-"

A cough from the sideline erupts, causing you both to turn your heads. There, stood a mid-thirty-year-old man, tapping his foot aggressively, eyeing your boyfriend down. "What was that, Ao'nung?"

Let's say you got into a fight once...

You ate that shit up.

Having a fine ass man like him, people can't help but stare respectfully

Others.. not so much.

Others really can not take the hint, or even the answer no. Especially, and specifically, a girl in your class named Ray. Yes, the same girl from before. A few months after the incident of Ray texting your man, after multiple times blocking her, it seemed she didn't care after she made a new account. Her non-stop texts weren't harmful at all until she sent a rayraybae: I'm better than her in so many ways, just let me in your room and I can prove it ;) No doubt your man screenshotted it and sent it to you straight away! 🤣👏

The very next day, you rock up to her class and confront her, to which she just laughs in your face. Already prepared to hit, you put your hair into a tight ass fucking bun and tie your hood up, then proceeding to punch her square in the face. Turning into a whole fight where students walk in for class, only to whip out their phones to record.

Let's bffr, it's a high school fight. It either turns into a whole ass fucking brawl or a 1v5 or wtv. (I've seen it at my school personally or on Twitter so 🤞) For the sake of this, let's say no one jumps in.

Along the sideline, you can hear Ao'nung screaming "Yeah! Yeah! Get her ass!"

When you're finally pulled away by Ao'nung you both bolt out of the room and out the gates.

You both aren't big fans of skipping school, but today seemed like an exception.

this is so booty cheeks and so short, I'm so sorry 😭😭♥️♥️♥️ @yourstrulyyyyy

#avatar the way of water #aonung fanfiction #aonung #avatar twow #aonung fluff #aonung x reader #aonung x you #ao'nung

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enid-rhees · 8 months

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Enid Rhee Masterlist

♡ = smut . ☆ = angst .

Dating Enid Rhee HCS

Short Story

Injured

Secrets Out

Accidental Confessions

Caught

Enemies

Complicated

A Few Bruises

Barely Made It ☆

It Wasn't Me! ☆

Glimpse of Happiness

Realizations

Sneaking Out

Not Together

I Never Forgot You

Family

Family Part 2

Affectionate

Enemies to Lovers HCS

Dom!Enid HCS ♡

Double Trouble

Sex Pollen ♡

Blocked By a Walker ♡

Angry Sex ♡

Comfort ☆

So Perfect ♡☆

Enid Rhee Dating Fem!Reader With ADHD HCS

Period ♡

Tara Teases Enid and Reader ♡

Begging ♡

Staring ♡

Jealousy ♡

Strap-On ♡

Morning Sex ♡

Carl Doesn't Know How to Knock ♡

Can't Stay Quiet ♡

Public Sex ♡

Seven Minutes in Heaven ♡

Getting High with Enid Rhee HCS

Naps

Let Everyone Hear

Never Grow Up

Bulletproof Love

Catch It!

Dom!Reader ♡

Awful Liar ♡

Makeover

The Line-Up ☆

First Time ♡

Morning Surprise ♡

High School Crush

HSC Part 2

Non-Apocalyptic Blurb

Sex Toys ♡

Break Up ☆

Make Up (pt.2 to 'Break Up')

Enid Rhee Dating Fem!Reader with Anxiety HCS

Enid Rhee Dating Fem!Reader with Depression HCS

Enid Rhee Dating Girly!Reader HCS

Cute Barista

Panic Attacks ☆

Happy Birthday

Sleepovers

Just Survive Somehow ☆

Tease ♡

Chased ☆

Haircut

nsfw blurb ♡

How Enid and Reader Take Care of Each Other When They're Sick

A Family

After Hours ♡

rainy days

high confession

when we fell in love

Enid Rhee With Ticklish!Reader HCS

Halloween w/ Enid Rhee HCS

go to bed!

morning after ♡

snow day

mistletoe

Breaking It In ♡

christmas

drunken confession

i (don’t) hate you ☆

Modern!Enid Dating HDCNS

she knows it ♡

surprise? ☆

my muse

Burning Love ☆

jealousy, jealousy ♡

recharging

valentine’s day

cloud nine ♡

but daddy, i love her!

#enid rhee #enid twd #twd enid #enid rhee x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader

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kimnjss · 3 years

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home sweet castle | ot7

synopsis: just a few days rest from your busy schedule is enough to get you back on track... spending those days off with your seven boyfriends in a castle built deep in the forest you can kiss any type of rest goodbye!

pairing: ot7 x oc

genre: smut // pwp

updates: every sunday!

status: ongoing

A/N: this is based on each episode of in the soop, focused around a certain member with each update, but they’re all in each part. send an ask to be tagged!

[ buy me a coffee! ]

episode one: minimoni

episode two: taejin

episode three: jungkook

episode four: sope

episode five: (coming soon)

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roanniee · 3 years

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Maelstrom

🐈Yaku Morisuke x Hinata!GN! Reader

Chapter 7

Warning: swearing, slight violence? Let me know if I missed anything.

Masterlist

Notes:

ignore the time stamps. Alisa's tweets are tweeted daily since you went out with Shouyou and Hoshiumi.

Japan Gossip Mag thinks that they have connected the dots

Your entire friend group DESPISES Alisa

Alisa is your ex. That's it.

Roan and Tendou share violent tendencies. Their go to is to cut people's hair.

They will cut people's hair for anyone in the chat, especially for you.

and they HAVE cut people's hair for messing with your friend group.

No they had not been caught.

and no they do not regret it.

Alisa should watch out.

They will 10000000% rip her hair off if she as much shows herself in front of you.

Kuroo was a first year when Alisa was a second year. He knows how Alisa is and had ranted about that in the HSC chat

You had a choice between Nekoma or Shiratorizawa for highschool.

You chose Shiratorizawa.

Iwaizumi tweeted that as Semi, Tendou, Roan, Oikawa, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki began debating which high school is the best in the chat.

Shouyou and you just watched the show.

Bc he's the Japanese Team trainer and friend, the team has their notifs on for him.

So when he posted that, they all came in to his replies, saying that their school is the best.

Which led to ANOTHER debate in the Japanese Olympic Team chat.

Poor Iwa just cannot catch a break 😂

On a side note, I started watching JJK while I worked on my blog aesthetic and masterlist.

MEGUMI???? SIR????

MAKI MAKI MAKI MAKI MAKI AAAAAAAAAH 🛐🛐

Mai annoyed me 😐

SUKUNA WISJJSSS

INUMAKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Also I love my blog aesthetic and masterlist kdfnfei definitely worth the 5 hours I spent working on it.

Like... Hello! Welcome to Atlantis! You can stay in the castle, but here are the rules! I'm the castle attendant!

Aijsjsj okay bYE

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mycupoffanfiction · 5 years

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Come Home

Stucky x daughter!Reader Oneshot

The Reader processes a tragic incident while she regrets not calling either of her super soldier adoptive parents, dad.

Warnings: Angst, death, soft parental fluff.

Word count: Approx 2000

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Heeey! This one hits home for me. I lost connection with my own dad a while ago and sometimes just writing about father figures from the MCU helps so damn much! Hope you all like this, I know it’s a bit of a different dynamic compared to my usual stuff.

Have a lovely weekend, HSC will return soooon! 💖

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You weren’t his. Not really. But in his heart you were his little girl.

A shaky breath passed through Steve’s lips as he lay on a gurney. Broken, tired, too weak to fight. His partner, best friend, lover, boyfriend, Bucky walked alongside as he was wheeled through the halls into the infirmary. “Tell her, Buck.” Steve called to him as he was pushed through the doors into the surgery room.

Sweat beaded on his brow, swallowing thickly, Bucky looked down at his hands. Blood. Oh so much blood. Too much of it was Steve’s and not enough of it was his own. His mind racing with could haves, should haves and what ifs, but he knew you’d tell him not to think of that and to focus on something else.

A week long mission had taken your adoptive fathers away from you. A week had turned into two and then into four and eventually morphed into a five month long mission.

The separation had hurt you; the no contact rule was killing you. The tragic death of your own parents years ago had left you with terrible anxiety towards those you love leaving. Separation anxiety, Bruce had told you and you had never felt more like a little girl than you had then. A toddler. But a grown woman. The separation anxiety was the product of your trauma and becoming so attached to your super soldier parents had meant you had to fight the battle with your mind every time they left for missions.

You sought comfort in Tony Stark, a man who’s smartness you rivalled. Your genius mind had drawn him to you, made him soften for the young girl the avengers had taken in. A man who treated you like his own, even when everyone saw him as the snarky, narcissistic billionaire, he was just a sweet, humble third father to you.

Those five months of your fathers being away had left a mark on you. Your anxiety was hard to handle, coupled with college work and the way you had thrown yourself into lab work at the tower. You failed to look after yourself properly. Any dull, quiet moment was just room for your brain to fill with thoughts of tragic possibilities.

Night time was the worst. Sleeping was near impossible. Things you did made you think of Bucky and Steve. You even started scolding yourself for Steve at the silly mundane things you did. You longed for him to playfully tell you off for rolling your eyes too much or for not putting the mugs upside down in the cupboard even though it made little sense to. You longed for Steve to wake you up in the morning in time for college with a cuddle and a sweet kiss to the cheek. You wanted Bucky to keep you company, hold you tightly when you had a bad day and just needed to let it all out. You needed Bucky to come home and tell you off for being too hard on yourself and make you watch Disney movies with him even though he refused to admit he liked them and it was just to make you relax.

Excitement and anxiety bubbled under the surface when FRIDAY told you that someone was entering your floor. You bolted out of the kitchen, dropping your bowl and letting it smash to the floor when you saw Bucky leaving the elevator. A strangled whimper as you threw yourself at him, the look of relief flooding your features when he scooped you up. It was real. He was here.

But then the anxiety took over again. Blood all over Bucky. No Steve. Where was Steve? “Baby doll, you gotta come downstairs.” Bucky sounded broken, so conflicted and your heart near stopped, tears pooling in your eyes. Your breathing hitched as you looked up at him wide eyed, heart hammering so hard you could hear the blood in your ears, thoughts of the worst possible scenario coming to mind. What if he was gone? You’d never had a chance to say it, to call him dad the way you had wanted to, you’d always been too afraid he wouldn’t like it.

“Steve!” You screamed, Bucky having to physically hold you back as you approached the operating theatre. The viewing windows were a terrible idea, but you’d pushed and pushed to get in to see. The heart rate monitors were showing how unstable he was. “No, no, no.” You whimpered out, pressing your hands up to the glass as they worked on him, on your Steve.

You sobbed and let out a silent scream when the heart rate monitor skipped out and went blank, the monotone beep felt deafening and you almost collapsed, had it not been for Bucky clutching to you tightly, his arms wound around your waist. “Don’t look, baby, don’t look.” He cooed, trying to keep calm for you, trying to pull you away from the windows but you resisted and he knew he couldn’t stop you.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he watched the team try to resuscitate him. “Clear.” And the heart wrenching sound of the defibrillator coupled with Steve’s torso jolting was too much. You began to hyperventilate as you leaned back against Bucky. You clung to his t-shirt, sobbing, pleading for Steve to live, to make it through. You couldn’t look any longer and you buried your face into Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky trembled underneath your touch, his tears cascading down into your hair as he watched, unable to tear his eyes away.

They stopped. But Dr Cho urged, one more try, one more chance. “Clear!” The jolt was harsher than the previous ones and the heart rate monitor jumped back to life and you almost screamed at the sound of his heart coming back to life. “It’s okay, doll.” Bucky tried his best to soothe you, but with his own distress of seeing his Steve, his partner in there having died for a few minutes was unravelling him and he felt just as broken as you. But he tried so hard to keep it together for you.

Hours passed in the waiting room. You had refused to leave and Bucky had urged you to sleep in his embrace. You’d finally succumbed to rest, the anxiety, pressure and tears having exhausted you and you slept soundly on his shoulder. Bucky wondered if you were dreaming of something good, something nice. Perhaps of the future where he and Steve owned a little house and a bunch of animals and you’d eat dinner with them with the fresh vegetables Bucky had grown. Perhaps you were dreaming of something more simple like your movie nights with them both or when they took you out for dinner once a week to the diner you all loved so much.

The news was like music to your ears, like nothing you could describe. “He’s stable.” Helen Cho had informed you and you couldn’t help the tears as they came again, but this time they were tears of relief. “He pulled through, he’s just waking up and you’ll be able to see him soon.” She reassured you both.

You clung to Bucky as you walked into Steve’s hospital room, a sleepy smile on his face as he spotted you both walking in. “Stevie?” You whimpered out, walking towards Steve, hands latched onto Bucky’s arm and shirt. “Hey baby girl.” Steve rasped out; eyes half lidded. He was hazy, drugged up, tired and perhaps a bit dazed. The drugs they had to use on Steve were extremely potent, being a super soldier meant that most things were not strong enough for his body. He might be a super soldier and it might take a lot to take him down, but it took him a lot to get back up when he was floored the way he had been.

He was super, but not invincible and this was a painful reminder of that fact. “I missed you so much, c’mere.” Steve sleepily beckoned you over, Bucky coming around to the opposite side to hold his boyfriend while he held you. Heavy arms lazily closed around you, pulling you to Steve’s warm chest. He radiated heat, more than usual as his metabolism increased to help with the healing process. You couldn’t help but cry, but you were so exhausted from crying that it hurt. Your eyes were sore, stomach and chest painful from the tears and heaving for breath while you tried to keep your anxiety at bay. “Please don’t go.” You whimpered out. “Please don’t go again.” You cried into his shoulder. “I’m right here, we’re right here sweetheart.” Steve murmured, only semi coherent.

“What did I say about this, young lady?” Steve huffed, a wide grin on his face as he peered into the cupboard, having missed the mundane. “Are you allergic to putting the mugs the right way up?” He asked playfully, looking over his shoulder at you while you munched on your breakfast. “You should count it a miracle that they even went in the cupboard.” You giggled, knowing he was only playing and he couldn’t actually be mad at you for it.

Steve was still in recovery, still wearing a few bandages, but he was mostly healed. But you had forced him to take a lot of time off, arguing that not having him and Bucky for five months and then almost losing him was enough to break you entirely and you needed him to stay, just for a while until you had all healed from the situation. There were few physical injuries left on him now, but there was plenty of inner pain in all three of you that could only be fixed with time, love and being around one another.

“It’s windy out, let my tie your hair back, doll.” Bucky spoke softly as he gathered your hair up, smoothing it out with his fingers gently. “Thank you.” You smiled over your shoulder at him while he fiddled with your hair. “You sure you’re ready to go out?” You asked. “Sweetheart, it’s just a trip to the market.” Steve grinned as he pulled every damn mug out of the cupboard to put them all back in upside down.

Bucky finished tying your hair back just as Steve slid you a cup of coffee. “Thanks, dad.” You smiled down at your cup as you pulled it close, both soldiers pausing to look at you, wondering who you’d aimed that at. You looked up at them both with a sweet smile, a blush creeping across your features, wondering if it was the wrong thing to do, wondering if they didn’t like it. Silence filled the kitchen and Bucky couldn’t help but share a wide smile with Steve.

“You’re welcome.” They both said in unison, smiles mirroring yours as they flitted their gaze between you and each other.

“Who were you referring to?” Bucky asked, arm slung around your shoulders as all three of you walked into the lift. “Who’d you call dad?” Steve added, pressing the button for the ground floor. You paused for a moment, a little smile making its way onto your lips as you thought about your answer.

“Both of you.” You hummed out, looking between the two men on either side of you, Steve’s arm coming to rest around your middle, both of them cherishing the moment. “I was afraid I’d never get to say it.” You admitted, glancing up at Steve and Bucky through your lashes. Soft smiles and happy eyes looking down at you, both unable to think of an answer using words, so they used actions instead. You were squeezed between them, a gentle kiss on your temple from the left and a kiss to the top of your head from the right.

They felt like they were finally, truly, home.

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honestdreams · 7 years

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It’s Complicated | Montgomery De La Cruz

Hello Darlings! This was requested and I wanted to fulfill it because I have been struggling to write my own stories that have been bustling through my brain, so I hope this is good enough! Btw I’m doing my HSC so I will try my hardest to continue to write for you guys. Thank you all for sticking around and for 500 followers ahhhh! I am eternally grateful, thank you, now as usual, don’t be afraid to request, thank you for reading and enjoy ♡

Warning: Smut

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“I don’t see why you won’t date him Y/N, I mean it’s obvious you guys are into each other,” Alex complained as he always did when he caught me staring at Monty.

Little did he know the truth about our relationship.

The soft feeling of kisses against my face woke me from my dream; I smiled to see a familiar brown messy mop bouncing around as my boyfriend repeatedly kissed my face, making me laugh and run my fingers through his hair, letting him know I was awake.

“Good morning Princess,” he mumbled then kissed my lips softly, which I responded to immediately, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“Morning my Prince.”

I felt Monty smile into our kiss and I pulled away to kiss his forehead, going to check the time as I knew it was a school day. 7am, I read and sighed in relief, relieved that I was not going to be late, like I usual was, and I concluded that it was because Monty was here.

I looked at my beautiful boyfriend and asked, “Do you want to get breakfast Mont?”

He grinned and kissed me again, “Actually babe, my breakfast is right here.”

“In the house? Did you make something?” I asked confused until Monty moved the covers and went down between my legs.

“No Princess, I mean my breakfast is all laid out for me, right here.”

I rolled my eyes at his cheekiness and he laughed, beginning to kiss the inside of my thighs moving closer to the place I needed him the most, keeping his eyes on me as I titled my head back in anticipation. He moved my panties to the side and gently kissed my pussy lips, making me whine; hating how he teased me, he glanced up at me and saw my annoyed expression, grinning to himself.

“If you want something Princess, you have to beg for it.” He reminded me.

“Please Monty.” I blushed but begged.

He smiled and started to intensely eat me out, keeping a hold on my hips, he pushed his tongue inside me, licking up my juices that had been a result of his teasing. I felt him reach down with his thumb onto my clit, putting pressure on it, making me squeal in pleasure, thrusting my hips up at his touch but his hold on me kept me still.

He thrusted his tongue deeper making me run my fingers through his hair and tug on it gently as I begged for more. I whined feeling Monty’s tongue leave me until I felt a finger enter me, and then another, I threw my head back in pleasure, repeatedly moaning Monty’s name in pleasure. Suddenly he began to suck on my clit and I screamed his name.

“Fuck Monty, I’m so close.” I whimpered, looking into his eyes.

He moved his fingers faster, thrusting them deeper inside and sucking my clit harder, my body shook and I saw white, reaching an orgasm unlike any before. My body felt fuzzy and I was lightheaded.

The next time I opened my eyes I was in Monty’s arms as he patted my hair gently, I looked at him dazed and he just laughed at me.

“Are you alright? You passed out on me Princess.” I feel my cheeks heat up and groan, nuzzling my face into his chest in embarrassment.

“I hate when you do that to me.” I mumbled, lying my ass off.

It was a perfect way to start off the day.

“Can you at least give me a reason why you won’t go out with him although drooling over him every day?” Alex questioned.

I glanced back at my boyfriend and we locked eyes, he gave me a wink and I shook my head smiling. I looked back at Alex still smiling and answered his question.

“It’s complicated.”

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fuckstudy · 7 years

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Good luck to everyone who starts their HSC today!

For the last minute “wtf do I do” students

Masterlist

Last minute studying tips

Oh shit the HSC is here

Staying motivated

Studying effectively for semester finals

Fml I’ve fallen behind what do I do?

For those who are already thinking of “what the hell do I do afterwards” I have no idea

Help, I dont know what my passions are!

I have no dream, so what the fuck do I do?

I want to do this... but my parents want me to do something else

And a reminder that the hsc matters, but doesn’t matter as much as you think it does

Why it doesn’t matter, really

Disappointed with my ATAR?

GOOD LUCK.

#hsc #studyblr #Australian studyblr #exam #university #fs: replies

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mycupoffanfiction · 5 years

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His Second Chance Part 1

Bucky x Reader

His Second Chance Masterlist

Bucky comes back from Wakanda with Steve, ready to begin his recovery from his days as the Winter Soldier, but there’s one thing he doesn’t take into account - you.

Warnings: Language, anxiety, angst (maybe closer to just sadness rather than angst tbh), sliiightly smutty thoughts, fluff.

I suggest checking the HSC Masterlist for a full list of warnings for the series.

Word count: Approx 1900

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Hi! Here’s the new series! The next part of A Real Sweet Guy is coming up within the next few days, maaaybe tonight if I can get on with the finishing touches this evening! I reeeaaaally hope you all like this one, I had the idea a while ago and I’ve had the concept floating about for ages!

Please let me know what you think since this is a new series! Please don’t hesitate to leave suggestions or thoughts! TAG LIST IS OPEN!

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Small footsteps padding down the hallway, a soft hum to a rock song that blasted in your ears, occasionally mouthing the words as you walked along. Your mug from earlier was clutched in your hands, now empty and ready to get an evening hot chocolate. You’d had to borrow Sam’s mug because someone had stolen yours. Definitely not Sam…

Soft black leggings, your butt shaped beautifully with the garment, a little crop top on your top half. A large oversized Captain America hoodie over your shoulders, the sleeves shoved up to your elbows. It had been a secret Santa present, but you’d be lying if you said you hated it. You fucking loved it. So cosy and warm and it had the shield of your favourite and only super soldier printed on the front.

You walked out into the living space of the floor you shared with Steve and Sam, your two best friends. You looked down, threading some of your hair behind your ear as you walked across the wooden flooring to the kitchen. You looked up, two hulking figures in the shadows of the unlit room and you paused, mug tumbling to the ground, smashing at your sock clad feet. The light flicks on and not one, but two super soldiers stand in the living room.

Bucky.

Steve and Bucky were finally home. “Steve?” You asked, voice small and quiet as you pulled an earbud out of your ear. “Sorry we scared you sweetie.” He chuckled walking towards you. You glanced down to see the mug in pieces at your feet and back up at the two soldiers. Shit, Sam’s gonna hate you. “Sergeant Barnes.” You greeted him, small smile on your lips. “Bucky.” He corrected, voice gruff and low, almost too quiet to hear. “Right, Bucky.” You nodded, awkwardly looking away from his intense stare. His bright blue eyes bore into you, it made you feel like you were exposed to him, naked, like he could see everything about you just by staring at you like that. You swallowed thickly as you studied his messy long brown hair tucked behind his ears, the way his shirt hugged his muscles, the glint of that beautiful metal arm in the artificial light.

“Bucky is staying on our floor.” Steve announced, smiling softly. “Oh, okay.” You nodded before kneeling down to pick up the remains of Sam’s mug. Serves him right for stealing yours. “Next to your room.” Steve added, pointing in the general direction of the spare room that was situated right next to yours. “I hope you like your room, Bucky.” You smiled up at him as you collected the mug pieces into your hands, careful not to hurt yourself before you turned away to bin the pieces. You had no response from the soldier and you stood in the kitchen doorway as you watched the two men leave the room, that icy cold stare lingering on you for a moment until Bucky had to catch up with Steve.

Damn she was cute. Bucky trailed after Steve. You stared too much, you idiot, she probably thinks you’re weird. He huffed, causing Steve to look over his shoulder at him. “You alright, bud?” He asked as they passed your bedroom door and approached his. “Yeah.” He mumbled a reply. No, you just made a fool out of yourself in front of a cute girl. What was she wearing? Right, a Captain America Hoodie. God how he wished it was the only thing you wer- Stop! Stop it Barnes! Jesus, get your head out of the gutter. “Here we are!” Steve announced, pushing the door to his room open. The room was simple and clean but decorated nicely. Bucky took a tentative step in, eyes instantly flicking to window, the bathroom door to the right, his intense stare scanning the room for possible entries and exit ways. “Remember to ask FRIDAY if you need anything.” Steve patted his shoulder, taking a few steps back. “I’ll let you settle in, I’m opposite you, (Y/n) is next door. I really suggest you get to know her, she’s quiet, sweet, very fun shy girl.” Steve grinned as he talked about you, looking down the hall at you. Bucky peaked around the doorframe to see what Steve was looking at.

You. He didn’t recognise the song you were half humming, half singing along to, but you were really getting into it, your butt swaying a little as you moved to lean against the back of the sofa, the grind and whir of the hot drinks machine in the background could be heard as you waited for your drink to pour. Pretty little butt. No, stop it Barnes. Before Bucky realised, he’d made a little grunt and Steve was looking at him expectantly. “Just be gentle with her.” Steve went on. “She’s really shy sometimes, get’s very anxious, she sometimes gets panic attacks and is quite sensitive to confrontation and loud voices, just be careful, alright?” Steve smiled, clapping his hand on his shoulder. “Night Buck.” He said over his shoulder as he returned to his room, Bucky’s stare lingering on you for a moment.

“Morning!” You beamed at the long haired super soldier as you sat at the island in the kitchen, hugging Steve tightly. You had missed your best friend so much that now you just wanted to catch up on the attention you’d missed, not to mention the slightly panicky feeling you’d woken up with, so this was a good way of helping you to calm down. “Uh.” Bucky stared at you both, Steve chuckling at Bucky’s confusion. “We usually cuddle in the morning.” Steve smiled at his best friend as Sam entered the kitchen. “Right.” Bucky nodded. He just wanted you on his lap hugging him the way you were hugging Steve, your sweet little giggles and smiles as you enjoyed the attention. Maybe if he got closer to you, he could have that too. No. You’d just hurt her, Barnes. Look at her and look at yourself, she wouldn’t want to be like that with you. Bucky growled at his thoughts, startling you. He hadn’t realised you’d sidled up beside him to get a mug from the cupboard and now you were backing away, eyes wide. You thought he was growling at you. Great. Fucking. Job.

“Anyone seen my mug?” Sam asked, walking around the kitchen as he peered in all of the cupboards. You blushed a little, glancing over at Steve and Sam, trying to hide the guilt on your face. You opened your mouth to say something, but your voice didn’t come out, someone else spoke for you. “I broke your dumb mug.” Bucky said gruffly, slamming his bowl down onto the counter top. You looked over at him, surprised he’d taken the blame for you and you mouthed ‘thank you’ to him, a little nod of his head said that it was alright. “You’ve been here one night and you’re already breaking my stuff?” Sam scoffed. “Half my stuff breaks because miss clumsy over here can’t not break things to save her life.” Sam said sarcastically and over dramatically, throwing his arms up. You looked straight ahead at the counter, Bucky’s heart aching a little when you started to react like you were actually being told off. “Sam.” Steve’s voice was stern as he noticed your behaviour. “She’s always so clumsy-.” Sam went on, playful tone in his voice as he teased, thinking you knew he wasn’t actually mad. You couldn’t help that you were clumsy. “Sam.” Steve raised his voice, head nodding in your direction. You stood silently, bright red cheeks, breathing slightly uneven, lips parted. “I broke your mug, Sam. I’m sorry.” Was the only thing you said, just above a whisper before you reached into your pocket and pulled out your earbuds, popping them both in and blasting music to drown out the people around you. You weren’t exactly tipping over the edge of anxiety, but had it not been for your panicky feeling that morning, perhaps you wouldn’t have reacted so badly. You hated the idea of disappointing people, of making them mad at you and while you knew Sam was joking, it still got to you.

“I didn’t mean to…” Sam trailed off, gesturing loosely at you. “I know, she knows that.” Steve reassured him. “You know she’s a little fragile about that sorta thing.” Steve went on, knowing you couldn’t hear him judging by the muffled sound of Red Hot Chili Peppers from your earbuds. Bucky’s eyes didn’t leave your figure. You slumped over yourself. Steve hadn’t been lying when he said your anxiety was bad.

Bucky sat at the island, you opposite at Steve’s side, shoulders touching as you were almost leaning up against him. You seemed a lot calmer now, sipping on your coffee, your pink lips pursed around the rim of the mug, your large, fluttery eyelashes, the way your hair fell so beautifully. Bucky just wanted to reach out and touch it, it looked so soft, so smooth, but he knew he shouldn’t. It had taken everything in him to not pull you into a crushing hug earlier when your anxiety reared its ugly head.

“(Y/n).” Sam put his hand on your shoulder, but you just turned in your seat and wrapped your arms around him. “We’re all good.” You whispered. “I’m still sorry that I broke your mug.” You said quietly. “That’s okay, I kinda stole yours, so I guess we’re even.” He chuckled, hugging you back. Bucky loved how touchy you were, but he wasn’t sure he was ready for that, but he really wanted to be. He really, really wanted to have you greet him with warm hugs, cuddle with him the way you do with the other two boys, hold his hand like he’d seen you do with Steve earlier when you were trying to calm yourself down.

“Did you have enough to eat?” You asked, voice still small as you looked up at Bucky. He hesitated for a moment. “Bucky, you can eat however much you want, when you want, promise no one will get mad. Well I might get a little annoyed if you don’t tell me when you finish something because I’m the poor gal who’s gotta go grocery shopping for three soldiers.” You giggled, pushing items of breakfast food towards him. “I know how much a super soldier eats and I know from your tiny bowl of cereal that it wasn’t enough.” You pointed out. You were right, Bucky knew it. But he appreicated your efforts with him. A scowl rested on his face. He wanted to say thank you, but all that came out was a gruff grunt and you looked up at him confused. “Right, I- I’ll just go.” You backed away, leaving Bucky alone in the kitchen. Bucky sighed as he poured more cereal into his bowl. Well done Barnes, she probably thinks you hate her.

“Hey, you alright?” Steve asked, poking you in the side as you sat curled up on the sofa. “I think Bucky doesn’t like me too much.” You spoke quietly. “Oh.” Was all Steve could say. Yep, she definitely thinks you hate her. Bucky overheard from around the corner. “I know I shouldn’t, but I really just wanna give him a hug and tell him it’ll be okay.” You sigh, Bucky’s heart swelling as he listened from the hallway. How is she so goddamn sweet? Can’t get too close to her, you’ll hurt her Barnes. She’s too sweet and fragile for you. Bucky thought to himself, moving away to his bedroom before he could overhear more.

He wished he could be close to you. But he couldn’t.

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