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aardvaark · 4 years

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i know everyone gets mad at judy for always checking things like whats happening in the police precinct with the crimes or talking to detectives about those cases and all. i can totally see why jen and all are having a problem with that (steve is technically another example but he can - and lowkey did - die in a hole). it does look dodgy and weird and the situation is stressful for her (”her” being jen - from now on im just gonna refer to jen bc ew steve, so yeah sorry).

i mean i dont like that jen was still being rude or speaking to her like a child except worse and more angrily. she was condescending. but i do understand, at least, the fear resulting in anger at judy.

but ive been thinking about it, and i think the reason judy has a hard time sticking out of these issues is probably because she has previously had to solve every single issue shes experienced alone, when she was young. and she had to be constantly aware - has someone noticed my mother isnt going to school events? has someone noticed that im cooking and cleaning for myself? has someone noticed im tired and stressed? because if a teacher finds out, theyre going to do something, and i dont want to upset my mother because im sure somewhere deep down she really does care and love me sometimes. i dont want to upset anyone at all.

you’d fear massive changes in your life - everything needs to stay the same, even if its not stable, theres a kind of makeshift stability in constant instability. in always having to manage a crisis. theres steps, theres a mental checklist, theres things to do. she probably thought change would still be worse than this; a total upheaval in the short-term. no guarantee of stability in the future. as things were, she had the guarantee of instability, but it was still a guarantee.

she’d have to just reason that she could cope with anything. its what i always hear about kids in neglectful or abusive situations, its a pattern i think a lot of us have experienced: “you’re so mature for your age!” / “you’re special (or smart)” / “you’re so grown up!” / “you’re so responsible!” / “you’re sorry kind and sympathetic to your peers!”. this isnt meant to hurt, it doesnt necessarily hurt, its often from other adults who have no idea whats happening. but the behavior theyre seeing is more along the lines of: quiet, constantly alert, anxious, sad, upset, fearful.

[imo, theres a harmful misconception that quiet/stressed/rarely happy = growing up, becoming more mature. i do think its kind of awful that you’re not meant to have that child-like fascination and excitement with the world when you get older, but its true that just does often go away a little with time, completely naturally. but it can also be harmful to make that A Thing, because childhood depression and anxiety or experiencing potentially traumatic or otherwise stressful and upsetting situations can also lead to showing similar signs - just faster, earlier. and these can be misread as just being very mature for your age. but thats a separate issue i have with the world, lol.]

anyway, so shes found the only option is to hide the problems and present as totally fine. make excuses. lie. keep secrets. these behaviours have stuck with her, too. and so would the feeling that there is constant danger. she must know what the exact extent of the danger is at all times because she must monitor everything. she needs to be on the lookout for threats, because there are always threats. she has to check, be responsible, no one is going to help her, theres an order to the disorder, theres a way to manage the chaos and only she knows how because this is just another crisis. her average state, a day-in-the-life of judy hale.

shes always had to do that, in the context of her growing up. but although its the same feeling of stress, its a different context now, and that behaviour is a lot more suspicious in this situation. especially now, because shes an adult. and now shes not alone in the stressful environment, other people (eg jen w/the murder) want and need a say in how problems are being sorted out. and jen is kinda right, you know, you cant go around checking in with the police, it looks pretty odd. judys form of crisis management isnt applicable here, but judy doesnt really think about that, shes thinking about how best to keep herself safe. and thats how she thinks she is going to be safe, because thats what has worked. in fact, she was doing it because she wants jen to be safe, too.

shes doing the best she can with what she has, but her childhood was terrible and she never had the opportunity to form normal, more effective, adult-life socially applicable crisis management skills. all she did get was what she had to do as a child, to protect herself in a horribly twisted way, because she was a child who did not get to grow up in the way everyone else did. she missed out on a lot of things that you gain when youre not under extreme pressure just to survive and hide major problems while also having to live with those major problems. she didnt get to learn how to find more subtle ways of getting information, or when it was better to just not interact at all.

what she learnt let her live back then, it prevented her world from unravelling. how can she be expected to let go of those makeshift survival skills? how can she be expected to go against the instincts that have clearly saved her before? how can she be expected to confront her slowly growing understanding that her life should never have been like that, that she was robbed of her childhood, that she has had a horrible thing happen to her, that countless horrible things have happened to her, how can she be expected to accept that she deserved better than she has ever gotten? how can she be expected to allow herself all these feelings and fears she has been pushing down her entire life?

admitting/realising that she doesnt know what to do, that she isnt safe and cant control the situation by herself, means admitting far too much: it means admitting that she was never meant to be capable of coping by herself, that she actually couldnt cope with literally everything life threw her way no matter what - shes not okay, she didnt have some supernatural ability to somehow deal with everything, and she wasnt supposed to. that her mother knowingly put her in an unsafe situation, and she was not meant to just learn how to cope.

i dont think jen does or really truly can currently realise that, but i hope she starts to see that if she learns more about judy’s mom and all... she definitely didnt get that judy was stressed and actually doing what she thought was great, and also that what she has been doing isnt out of naivety or something, but kind of the opposite - more like she knows too much, has been too exposed, and now shes just applying those things here but it doesnt work here.

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anti-gravity-insanity · 5 years

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Um what the HECK was that ending?

#peer into the rose colored windkw and see the fricking 3rd wall break #what were they makingg a movie?#i hate everything thats going on what the heckkkkkkk #wait is that STEVEEEE #holy crapppppp #the oa #oa season 2 #oa spoilers #wait nooooooo theres no moreeeeeee

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bonky-n-steeb · 2 years

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Steve and the reader are ex-boyfriends, but after the snap they go back to having sex to make up for the sadness he lost for his friends and she lost her boyfriend. and then after they manage to get everyone back they keep having sex and then Dom steve makes her call her boyfriend and break up with him. can write?🤤

Aaaaaaahhhhhh *screams and runs wildly*

who do you belong to?

summary || Steve can’t tolerate sharing what’s his.

warnings || SMUT, BDSM, dom! steve, cheating, unprotected sex, bondage, gags, aftercare, angst. MINORS DNI.

idk if this is a one shot or a drabble…

“Who do you belong to?“ Steve’s voice was rough in your ear and the voice itself made you shiver. You wanted to reply, you really did, but not only was he just fucking your brains out, he had also placed a gag in your mouth.

Steve knew that very well, in fact he was the one who placed it in your mouth, and still he tsked you. “Aww, you poor dumb baby, getting fucked so well that you can’t even say a word.”

You closed your eyes and buried your face in the pillow, not because you were humiliated, but rather you were getting off on it.

Your hands were tied to the headboard as you laid stomach down ass up on the bed as Steve pounded into you from behind. Your face was covered in tears and drool and you loved every second of it.

Your hands clenched in fists, as Steve gave a particularly strong thrust and his cock rubbed against all your right spots.

“Mmrrphh…” was all you could say through the gag. You were honestly surprised when you felt Steve’s fingers unclip your gag and throa it on the table.

“Wanna you hear all your moans.” As if on command on Steve’s words, you moaned. “Now that’s my good girl. He doesn’t fuck you like this, does he? He doesn’t give you what you need.” He said ‘he’ with more hate than you’d ever seen.

“Steveeee… fuck!” You were close and you could feel the coil in your stomach getting taut to the point of snapping. You were sobbing in the sheets as Steve’s thrust became uncoordinated and frantic like he was close too.

“You’re such a whore. You like getting fucked by me, don’t you?” You nodded your head frantically before mustering the strength to speak. “Yes. Please!” The sound of skin slapping was heard throughout and it was making everything even more dirty.

“Clench around my cock, go on. Cum for me!” It was all it took for you to fall down in the deep depth of overwhelming pleasure.

Soon enough, you felt Steve’s thick cum coat your insides and it amplified all the sensations. You felt floaty and this high was what you craved and only Steve could provide.

Once you two calmed down, Steve untied your gently and rubbed your aching wrists before getting a warm wet cloth and cleaning you thoroughly. This aftercare part, the sweet intimacy in those moments, was better than anything else.

“Leave him.” Steve’s voice brought you back. “Huh?” You asked not getting his meaning. “Leave him. And come to me.” His thumb was softly rubbing your skin to comfort you.

You looked away and Steve sighed. “We’ve been together for six goddamn years now! We were together when no one else was there for us and we are together now. I love you and I know you love me.”

You couldn’t deny that. “But it’s not that’s simple.” You said shaking your head. “You’re cheating on him, with your logic that’s not fair to him either. And I know you can’t live without me, so leave him.”

“Steve I’ll think about it.” Steve was absolutely true and you couldn’t tolerate your own failure. “No. Don’t ‘think about it’. Choose, now!” His voice was hard.

“I thought he was dead, Steve and that’s why I came to you. But now that he’s back, he’s still the person from five years back who has no idea about what I went through!” You were crying now and Steve hated it too, but he had to make things clear today.

“It’s been a year since he’s back. I supposed he’s settled well so don’t give me that excuse. Because either you tell him today or I will!” Your eyes snapped up to him.

“You won’t do that.” Steve huffed out a laugh I return. “Try me.” You knew Steve wasn’t a man of empty threats. He said what he meant.

He sat besides you and pulled you into his arms. “Think clearly. Who do you want, me or him?” Steve really hoped you chose him. You breathed in a moment and answered.

“You, I want you Steve.” All these years, slowly you’d fallen for him and now there was no going back. “That’s all the answer I need.” Steve retrieved your phone from the bedside table and dialled your boyfriends number.

When you heard a hello come through, it felt like a stone was placed on your heart. You didn’t love your boyfriend anymore, but you still cared for him. And Steve was right, you cheating on him wasn’t fair.

“Umm,,.. I have to tell you something.” He hummed from the other end and you mentally prepared yourself before speaking.

“In the past five years, I’ve changed a lot. I mean I’m not the same person who you loved back then. And at this point, I don’t think we can continue being who we are. I’m sorry,.. but I think we need to break it off.”

You had prepared this dreaded speech in your head and repeated it out like a parrot. You heard him sigh and chewed your lip nervously.

“Thank god! I’ve been feeling this way too and I didn’t know how to tell you.” When you heard this response you let out a breath you didn’t know were holding.

“Really?” You probably shouldn’t be as happy as you were. The phone was on speaker and Steve was smiling brightly besides you too. “Ah yes, I’ve been thinking about it. I hope you have a great life ahead and I’ll always be a friend when you need one.”

He was a sweet guy and nodded despite knowing he won’t see it. “Same. Thank you for being so understanding though.” You ended the call after sharing a round of goodbyes.

Steve pressed his lips to yours and you melted in the sweet kiss. “Who do you belong to?” Steve breathed against your lips. “You, Steve. Only you.”

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cunningambitousdetermined · 3 years

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The Plan (Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader)

title: the plan

pairing: natasha romanoff x f!reader

warnings: mild swearing, mentions of homophobia, FLUFF with a dash of angst

summary: Y/N has been in love with Natasha Romanoff for a VERY long time and honestly, Tony is getting sick of watching it. Natasha has been in love with Y/N since the very first day and Steve can’t take the assassins obliviousness anymore. Steve and Tony, reluctantly of course, team up to make the pair notice how perfect they are for each other. (OH SHOOT IM SORRY I SUCK AT SUMMARIES WOW)

requested by @iamninaanna:

Hey Sunshine, I love your writing, so I'm here to request something :)

Can I please request a Natasha Romanoff × reader, where the Avengers are playing truth or dare, and somebody challenges Natasha to kiss the reader, or something like that, and then they confess their feelings to one another. I was having something in mind, I hope it's not to specific, that like Natasha rambles about the reader to Steve A LOT, and he's so sick of it, he has to do something about it, while it's the same situation with reader, just that she's talking to hers best friend, which can be any of the Avengers, you decide, and then Steve and the reader's best friend make a plan together, and well, you know the rest <3

Okay, that was a lot, but I'm really excited😊 Thank you if you write it!!

a/n (i think that's what i put when i’m responding, if i screwed it up please let me know, it would be much appreciated) :

hi taja! thank you so much, this is the first time someone has requested something and im really excited. but also terrified. more terrified. reader is a girl but if someone wants me to rewrite this as gender neutral, i can. hope i do it justice and if your reading this, thank you for reading. if anyone has any feedback, it’s always welcome. okay here i go!!

the story:

Y/N Y/L/N flopped backward on to Tony Stark’s bed, grabbed the nearest pillow and let out a angry scream into the unsuspecting piece of cloth and feathers.

“Woah kid, what’d the pillow do to you?” Tony joked, his eyes still trained on whatever new gizmo he was working on, chuckling at his best friends antics.

“It’s fucking Natasha” Y/N mumbled quietly into the pillow, her voice muddled by the soft white sheets that she buried her head farther in. Tony was silent, the only sounds was the clinking of the Tony’s robots and tools working, so she assumed he hadn’t heard her. Not that she wanted him too anyway.

Y/N was in love with Natasha Romanoff. Head over heels, fully in love with the assassin that she’d worked closely with for the past years. To describe how Y/N felt about Natasha in words would never to how she really felt in justice. Natasha was a tall glass of Coke: Orange Vanilla. Rare, unsuspectingly sweet, and utterly addicting. Her red hair, the black bodysuit, the way she fought, she could take down 10 men on her own, with her bare hands. She was sweet- always sharing her secret candy stashes with Y/N- smart -helping Y/N out when she was still taking classes.

Sometimes Y/N really thought Natasha felt the same way, then she flirted with a guy here and hot girl there and the idea fled from her brain. Y/N had never seen Natasha have an inclination toward women, she flirted with every living thing. Y/N liked to think it was a coping with feelings for someone and that's why she was so flirty but in reality, Y/N knew there was no way she felt near the same way. She was an extra to the Avengers. And besides, no one even knew she liked girls.

“It’s what, darling?” Tony had moved and was now sitting in front of Y/N, spinning around in his chair like a little kid in their dad’s office.

Y/N wanted to tell him how in love she was with Natasha, she wanted to tell him all the little things she noticed, all the little things she loved. But she couldn’t. How would Tony take it? Tony might take it okay, but the team? Steve? Bucky? They were from the 40′s, women didn’t love other women openly back then, did they still think it was... unnatural? She didn’t think she could deal with being any more of an outcast. Did Natasha like girls? The thoughts were drowning her slowly, cutting off her air supply, the last bit of air building up into a scream that she would never let out.

Tony coughed and Y/N realized she’d been silent for too long. “Tony....” she took a deep breath in, “I- uh-...,” Tony raised an eyebrow, waiting for to go on. Y/N coughed clearing nothing from her throat, elongating the silence before she just spit the words out like hot fire. “I’minlovewithNatashaandIdontknowwhattodo?”

“You’re what?” Tony asked, having caught nothing of that sentence, something about Natasha but honestly he was still lost.

Y/N felt a little better and slowed herself down. She trained her eyes on a seam in the comforter and whispered, “I’m in love with Natasha and I don’t know what to do”

There was a silence and Y/N could feel it smothering her, pulling her into the water, dunking her head under, she was drowning and, and and- Tony erupted in laughter. Y/N’s head shot up and she stared at him, color drained from her face. Tony rocked back and forth but when he came up again, he caught the absolute terror on her face and his smile dropped.

“Y/N?” he asked softy, he stood up, plopping on the bed next to her, “Babe?” Tony tried to catch her eye, ducking his head but she turned away. He grabbed her chin in his large hands, “Babe, I wasn’t laughing at you. God, I’m such an idiot.” he blew out a harsh breath, “I was laughing because I already knew, not because you are in love with her.” Tony felt her face relax and he turned her chin to meet his eye.

“You knew?” Y/N asked softly, tears still gathered in her eyes. Tony’s eyes softened as he saw the tears and he used the pads of his thumb to wipe them away.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I don’t care if you like women. I’ve known you had some sort of feelings for Natasha for a while, you can see it when you look at her. I was just waiting for you to tell me.” Y/N laughed at this now and threw her arms around Tony, who wrapped her up in a hug. “Now, tell me more about Natasha and this ‘love’” he said, his voice muffled by her hair.

“STEVEEEE” Natasha groans, letting down her normal assassins façade.

“Mmm” Steve hummed in reply, motioning for her to come in to his room. She smiled and darted to the spinning chair in the corner, propping her feet up on the desk. It was silent for a little bit, the pair just enjoying each others company when Natasha spun her chair around and broke the silence.

“Do you think Y/N likes women?” Steve already knew the Natasha liked women and he was totally cool with it. Nat has been surprised when he had been super supportive but was very grateful for all the love and reassurance he’d given her.

“Nat,” Steve sighed dramatically, “She can’t NOT know your in love with her, unless she’s totally oblivious which she may be...” He turned to face her, jumping on his bed to be closer to her, “You should just tell her”

“But...” Nat frowned, “what if she doesn’t like women? And I creep her out? And..” She stopped as she felt Steve lay a hand on her shoulder.

“How could she not like you?” he questioned, “And trust me, it’s quite obvious how she feels.”

“HOW SHE FEELS?!” Nat practically screamed, so unlike her that Steve leaned back. She cleared her throat, “Sorry- she feels...?”

“She’s in love with you, obviously”

Nat grabbed a pillow from the bed and screamed into it, then looked at Steve, wary, “Really? Y/N with her...” Steve tuned out the rest of what Nat said, he’d heard it all before. Too many times. Nat sighed, in a happy way that Steve had never heard from her before, “Y/N...”

Steve knew that this had to end, Natasha and Y/N pretending they weren’t head over heels for each other. He’d heard enough of Nat’s wistful rants, it was so unlike her, it was starting to worry him. If he was correct in his guess, Tony was feeling the same way. So, despite Tony being, well, Tony, Steve sought him out to solve the mess.

“Truth or dare, old man?” Clint smirked at Tony, all the avengers had settled for a night in and decided to play truth or dare. Y/N had rolled her eyes at this, they were too old for it, but settled in next to Tony anyway.

“Dare, obviously” Tony rolled his eyes at Clint, eagerly awaiting his fate.

“I dare you to stand on top of the tower and sing at least 30 seconds of ‘Rich Girl’ by Gwen Stefani and livestream it.” Tony laughed at this and stood up. 10 minutes and one livestream later, all of them were laughing harder then they had in a long time.

“Okay, okay, my turn to ask,” Tony smiled, “Natasha, truth or dare?” Steve couldn’t help the smile that overtook his face, the plan was in motion.

“Dare...” Natasha didn’t let her voice waver, her signature smirk on her face.

“I dare you to kiss Y/N”

The whole room fell silent. Y/N’s face flamed and her eyes filled with tears. Was this a joke? Tony knew how she felt. How could he? The eyes in the room were on Nat and her but she ignored them as she got up and ran out of the room. Tony’s eyes widened as Y/N darted through the door.

“Nice going, Tony. You upset her.” Natasha’s glared at Tony, angry. But inside she couldn’t help but wonder if she ran because she didn’t want to kiss her. Maybe she hated the idea. Maybe she didn’t like women after all. Nat got up, she had to face this. “I’ll go get her” She dragged her hand over her face and got up. Tony and Steve exchanged a glance as she left, hopefully this wouldn’t blow up in their faces

“Y/N!” Nat yelled down the hall, “It’s me, I’m sorry Tony was a jerk. Can we talk?”

Y/N heard Natasha’s voice and faltered, she had to face this at some point. She took a deep breath, letting the cool confidence she had on missions fill her.

“Yeah, I’m here Nat” She called back and within seconds Nat ran around the corner. Nat’s eyes softened as they looked into Y/N’s beautiful eyes, still just as mesmerizing, puffy and red. Nat took an unconscious step forward, her thumbs caressing the hidden tear streaks. Y/N’s breath caught, her heart flipping at Nat’s touch. Before she could think about it, Y/N leaned up and let her lips meet Nat’s. Nat responded immediately, pulling Y/N to her, wrapping her arms around her, teeth tugging at her bottom lip. Y/N groaned into the kiss, letting her fingers card through Nat’s hair. They pulled away after a minute, smiling like idiots. Y/N looked down slowly before glancing back up shyly at Nat.

“Um... I really like you Nat” She whispered, with a smile

“I really like you too Y/N” Nat chuckled, pulling her in again for a sweet, soft kiss. It said everything they hadn’t said. All the nights of longing, the confusion and the love.

Tony, Steve and the rest of the team watched from the security room, smiling and high fiving at the happy couple.

AHHH I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!! feedback is always appreciated!!

tagging: @iamninaanna (to be tagged when i write something just drop me an ask)

#natasha romanoff x reader #wlw fanfic #marvel #avengers x reader #tony x platonic!reader #steve x platonic!natasha #pining #fluff #hint of angst #marvel fanfic #my writing

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kahhorri · 3 years

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steve rogers and peggy carter for the ask game!

thanks for the ask elke ✨

steve rogers:

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with: pegggyyyy

friendship them with: bucky obv but I also like his friendship with sam and tony

general opinions: I really admire steve’s bravery and he’s so humble and honestly I was on team cap in civil war

peggy carter:

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with: steveeee (but daniel too)

friendship them with: JARVIS OBV THEY ARE ADORABLE

general opinions: I LOVE HER CHARACTER SHES SUCH AN AMAZING ROLE MODEL AND SO FUCKING SMART oh fuck I still need to watch the whole series

#elke tag #ask games

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toopunkforthisx · 5 years

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Hey, if you're still taking requests, can we get some harrigrove where Billy kinda takes the other dad role? Like he takes care of the kinds in his own weird way? It's totally cool if that's not tour thing tho

They were in the car, on the way to the arcade. Billy was not too happy about it, but Steve had promised his brats to take them home after the arcade so Billy volunteered to drive all of them. Steve was surprised with that offer, but he went along because it seemed like a good time to have the party and Billy actually interact for more than a minute.

“So…” Steve said and turned to look at the one driving. “I kinda promised I would take the party for ice cream a-“

“Not happening.” Billy interrupted and Steve groaned softly.

“Please! I promised and they were all looking for-“

“I said no.” Billy didn’t look away from the road but he could picture Steve’s face.

“Come on, one hour tops! Just one hour and we can drive them home.” Steve was on the verge of begging because he hated the thought of disappointing the party and he truly didn’t want to hear the bitching and complaining.

Billy looked at Steve and rolled his eyes because he always gave in to this dork, with the hair and bambi eyes.

“30 minutes. Take it or leave it.”

“What is he doing here?” Mike said as he was the first one to spot them and Billy was already regretting being here. Steve gave him a reassuring smile and he knew that Steve would ‘reward’ him if he puts up with the kids.

“Billy? Oh.” Max was not hating the idea, but he knew the rest of the party was not too keen on Billy.

Jane greeted him with a small wave and Dustin completely ignored his existence as he moved over and yelled “Steveeee!” And they both did some weird ass handshake.

Billy was almost embarrassed at the scene.

About 10 minutes later, everyone had an ice cream and they were all sitting on a c shaped booth.

It was Steve’s brilliant idea to actually have them all sit together even when there were 6 kids and two teens. “We couldn’t sit over there and leave the kids alone?” Billy scoffed at Steve who was sitting on the other end of the booth.

“No, I came here to spend time with them as well.” It was all going great until 2 and a half minutes later.

“You’re touching me with your knee!” Max groaned at Mike who was next to El. “Well, it’s not my fault! I’m trying to not sit on El, you know.”

“This was not the ice cream I wanted.” The Byers kid said as he sat directly next to Billy.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” Steve asked gently.

“I didn’t want Robin to get mad.” She had been the one to serve them, much to her joy.

“Billy, can you take Will to get a new ice cream?” He asked his ‘boyfriend’ and that just earned him a glare.

“Uh, no? He can do it himself.” Billy huffed and looked at the boy, who looked like a dear in headlights.

“Come on, its easier for you two to get out.” Steve agued back and Billy stood up to change the damn ice cream.

He barely made it back and he could hear arguments between Mike and Max and Lucas and Dustin. Billy was getting a headache.

“Everybody, get off the fucking table. Now.” Billy turned to Steve. “That includes you, asshole.”

The kids looked half confused and half angry, but the didn’t move.

“I said ... now.” Billy said with emphasis and they finally listened.

He rearranged them all to what he thought would be the best way, but he kept the Byers boy by his side, he was the least annoying and oddly quiet, just like the older Byers.

“The first person to make a fucking complain or start a dumb argument is walking home after I kick their ass. Understood?” Billy stated and the kids nodded.

“Why are you dating this asshole?” Dustin whispered to Steve and they both laughed softly, earning an eye-roll from Hargrove.

No one complained and no one argued, they just talked between each other and Billy could see how engaged Steve really was with the kids. It was very sweet in some kind of way.

Maybe he could get used to being a step dad.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #cass writes #Sorry this took long I am on vacation #will get to the other ones as soon as I can #❤️

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prettyyoungtragedy · 6 years

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You and I, Just the two of us - Chapter 5

You and I, just the two of us - (AU!) 5

James (Bucky) x reader, – Steve x reader

Summary: The reader is reeling from a life changing event; a year later can she finally move on? Or will the past come tumbling down like an avalanche…

A/N: DROP ME LOTS OF FEEDBACK, I’M DYING TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK!

Word Count: 5737

Warnings: swearing? A little angsty?

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The run had already risen when you awake the next morning, your phone was buzzing loudly beside the bed. Events of the previous night come flooding back the moment you opened your eyes, squeezing your eyes shut you hold back tears. Eventually the buzzing of your phone annoyed you and you opened your eyes and reached for your phone, it was Natasha.

‘Fuck.’ Was your first thought, considering you had just slept with her ex-boyfriend,

James had left during the early hours of the morning, you assumed to sleep in his own bed. So you were alone in the room, you slid your thumb across the screen and answer her call,

“Hey Nat,” you say tiredly,

“Y/N, Oh my god are you okay? Where are you?” she screeched into the receiver,

“Nat, I’m fine, I’m at Bucky’s.” You reply groggily,

“Bucky’s? why are you there?” Natasha said, her voice hardening.

“Ugh, it’s a long story Nat, I’ll come and see you in a bit,” You said not wanting to get into what happened last night again,

“Y/N, Luke is back…” she said softly, “I went to your apartment and it was wrecked, I was so worried,”

“I know Nat, I promise I’ll explain everything, I just need to get my bearings ok?”

This seemed to pacify her, because she made you promise on her unborn child you would come see her for lunch at work and then she hung up.

You looked at the time on your phone screen and almost had a heart attack, it was 9:30 in the morning. You were grossly late for work. Scrambling out of bed, you rushed to the bathroom and hastily showered, but soon realized you had no clue where James had taken your clothes last night. When you exited the bathroom, you saw a garment bag hanging on the coat hanger with a small note,

‘Thought you might need a change of clothes, Artur has organized you breakfast and will take you to work. I had to go see my father, I will see you later,’

Bucky

You read the note and crumpled it up, tossing it into the trash. The coldness of the note kind of annoyed you but you couldn’t think of that right now. You hastily got dressed in the jeans and t-shirt James had sourced for you and pulled on the pair of sneakers before rushing out of the room.

As you headed out of James’ apartment, Artur his driver appeared, startling you. “Artur!” you exclaimed, almost dropping your phone,

“I am sorry Miss Y/L/N, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said apologetically,

“Oh no, its alright, Uh Bucky mentioned you would take me to work?” you said, giving him a smile,

“Yes, and here is your breakfast” Artur said handing you a cup of coffee and a brown paper bag,

You mumbled thanks and he led you down to the garage where he then drove you to work.

When you arrived at work, you did your best to sneak into the office, but Maria was waiting for you the moment you pulled your lab coat on.

“You’re late,” She said in a sing song voice, walking up to you.

“Ugh Maria, go away,” you mutter, pulling up a chair to your desk,

“Where were you?” Maria pestered, “With dreamy Steveeee?”

You ignored her, but she still pressed on, “He’s so dreamy, don’t you think?” she paused for a moment then grabbed your shoulder, “Oh my god, is that a hickey!” She hissed excitedly,

Your heart began to race in your chest, Bucky had given you a hickey. “Maria, I’m going to kill you, fuck off.” You whispered at her and then shoved away from your desk and rushed to the bathroom,

Once in the bathroom, you examined the hickey on your neck. It was a rather large blue and red spot which was clearly unmistakable to what you were doing when you got it. You groaned loudly and pulled out your make up bag, needing to apply concealer to hide the monstrous hickey. You made a mental note to punch James in the face when you saw him for leaving this hickey on you.

As you rushed out of the bathroom to head back to your desk you bumped into Bruce,

“Hey, Y/N” he greeted you warmly,

“Bruce, hey,” you reply, trying to walk away but he followed you,

“Everything okay?” He asked, “You look flustered,”

“Just having a shitty morning,” you mumbled, you both worked on the same floor, in the same lab so this conversation was inevitable.

“Nat mentioned Luke was back,” He started,

But you threw him a glance and he knew you didn’t want to talk about it, “Sorry Bruce, it’s not that I don’t want to talk, I came to work late this morning, I have so much to do before I have lunch with Nat, maybe join us?”

Bruce nodded understandingly, “Yeah sure of course, I’ll join you, let me know if you need anything” he said then went off to his side of the lab.

You tried to hurry through your work, but your phone kept ringing, you were purposefully ignoring it in your draw but eventually you had to answer the text messages.

It was Steve and regret hits you instantly. You had completely forgotten to get back to him last night.

‘Hey Y/N, I hope everything is okay, tried calling earlier but I am assuming you are at work already. Can we meet for lunch today? If you are free?’ 7:05AM

‘I don’t want to seem clingy but are you okay?’ 8:09AM

‘Let me know about lunch, I need to see you.’ - 3 minutes ago

You sighed and unlocked your phone and began to type a reply to Steve,

‘Hey Steve, I am so sorry for not getting back to you earlier, Its been a hectic morning. I can’t do lunch I’m seeing Natasha but come by my place at around 4PM today?’

You hit send and then place your phone back in the desk, minutes later it dings with a response from Steve,

‘Yeah sure, I’ll swing by later, everything okay though?’

You read the message, not knowing whether to tell him the truth or just lie. So, you did the obvious thing,

‘Yeah it is, I’ll see you later okay? Bring Chinese food.’

After that you turned your focus back to your work entirely, you needed to get through as much s you could before you left the office again for the day. You had gotten so immersed in your work you almost didn’t see the time, Natasha had sent you four text messages demanding to know where you were.

Once again you were gathering up your belongings and rushing through the office, you grab your phone and dial Natasha quickly, she answers on the first ring

“Where the hell are you?” Natasha demanded,

“Nat, I am so sorry, I am on my way” you quickly say ruefully,

“You better be, I am fucking starving and eating for two!” She snapped and then hung up,

As you arrive at the restaurant, you see Natasha already waiting for you, looking impatient as all hell. She didn’t bother to get up and greet you, instead she crossed her arms and looked at you, clearly annoyed.

“Ok first of all, I am so sorry I’m late.” You start to say,

“You better dam well be,” Natasha says, “I have been waiting for almost an hour!”

“I got caught up at work,” You explain,

“You’re always caught up with work Y/N, that’s just it!” Natasha vented, “You haven’t come around the house in ages, and I am planning a wedding without my best friend, you are so caught up in your own shit all the time you never care for those around you. You haven’t asked me once how I am or your godchild is!”

You remained silent, Natasha was right, and in this moment, you had no leg to stand on after what you had done last night.

“I am not trying to fight with you, Y/N, I know with Luke being back how things are, but it would be nice if I could have my best friend back sometime.” Nat sighed,

“You’re right, I have been selfish” You say, “And I am so sorry for that, I know I haven’t been very present for the wedding planning and I promise I’ll be there for you more, and I would very much like to know how you and my godchild are” you smiled at her for god measure,

Natasha smiled back and sighed again, “Okay, wait. Luke’s back…” she trailed off,

“Yeah, he came to see me last night…” You said and then recounted what had happened with Luke at your apartment, and why you stayed at James’, of course leaving out the part where the two of you slept together.

“Shit, so what are you going to do?” Natasha asked, after hearing the events from last night

“I don’t know, I hate Luke, with every fiber of my being for what he did to me and every time i see him it just breaks me all over again,” You replied, massaging your temples as a dull headache had begun

“I don’t understand how he thinks he can just come back after all this time,” She mused, chewing on a breadstick,

“Bucky said the same thing,” You said, without thinking,

Natasha was quiet for a moment as she observed you, “Since when is James, Bucky to you?” she asked softly,

You looked at her, in confusion, “What?”

“James hates it when people call him Bucky,” she noted,

“And?”

She shrugged, “Nothing, I guess.”

You were both silent for a moment, then Natasha spoke again, “Anyway the wedding is 3 weeks away and you still haven’t chosen your maid of honor dress.” She said, “We should do that soon.”

As lunch went on, you and Natasha discuss various agendas for her wedding. Not brining up James or Luke or Steve for the rest of the afternoon. Just enjoying each other’s company, wholeheartedly like you used to.

At 4 o’clock you headed home expecting Steve to be on his way but as you arrived home, a text popped up from him saying he had a late meeting with his agent and he promised to make it up to you.

It worked to your advantage as your apartment was a wreck, when you walked in, there was glass everywhere. Sighing you put down your stuff and got to cleaning up your apartment.

Two tiring hours later, you had cleaned up all the glass or as much as you could see, knowing you would have to get the cleaning service in here soon. You turned on the TV and set about getting ready for a relaxed night, you needed some quiet time to think about everything that had occurred in the last 12 hours.

You had just gotten out the shower when the doorbell rang, you weren’t expecting anyone, so you quickly pulled on a silky night gown and headed to the front door to investigate. Your heart dropped when you looked through the viewing hole, it was Luke.

‘Fuck.’ You thought, and backed away from the door. The last thing you needed was another confrontation with him.

“Y/N, I can hear you, open up please.” Luke said, you could hear he was drunk. Knowing you were going to regret this, you flung the door open and looked at him,

“What do you want now Luke?” You demanded,

He looked at you in surprise, and then took a step towards you, “Y/N, I am so sorry!” he exclaimed,

You didn’t respond to him, only sighed. Crossing your arms over your chest you glowered at him.

“Please say something?” He begged,

“I have nothing to say to you Luke,” you replied coldly,

He stared at you for a moment and then reached out and touched your face, you immediately shy away from his touch. “Please leave.” You say and then shut the door in his face.

You huffed angrily as you hear him leaving and went back to your bedroom, it was only 7PM but you were done with this day. You checked your phone to see if James had called or even sent a text but nothing, in your angry state you typed a message to him.

‘So, you fuck me and then avoid me all day? Two can play that game.’

You hit send, turning off your phone, you grabbed the sleeping pills from the bedside table, downed two and flopped onto your bed. Hoping to wake up to a better day tomorrow.

Two days later, you are sitting in the lab, working your life away as usual. When there’s a knock on the glass door. You turn around and to your amazement it’s Steve, followed almost too closely by Maria who had a huge grin on her face.

Steve held a bouquet of white roses in his hands as you beckon them into the lab.

“Hello Y/N,” He says shyly,

“Steeevee,” you coo, going over to hug him,

Maria is standing in the doorway, almost looking like she was going to explode if she didn’t say something. You throw her a look and she quickly scrambles out the lab, the glass doors sliding shut behind her.

“Are those for me?” you ask Steve, gesturing at the beautiful bouquet,

“Oh yeah, sorry.” He handed them to you quickly, making you laugh at how awkward he was being,

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you at work, I just missed…” Steve paused, “Your company, I also owe you for bailing on you the other night,”

You chuckled, “It’s okay, I needed a break anyway, or I am going to lose my mind in this lab.” You replied, flipping Y/H/C over your shoulder with a sigh,

Steve just stared at you for a moment, with a funny look on his face.

“What?” you ask suddenly feeling self-conscious, you realize you were wearing a lab coat, your hair was a mess and you hadn’t exactly dressed in the most professional work attire, wearing black jeans, brown boots and a khaki green t-shirt

“You’re just,” Steve mumbled, “So fucking pretty,”

You were taken aback by his comment, and you couldn’t formulate a response, you stood there looking like an idiot. “No, I’m not,” you finally replied like you were a 6-year-old,

Steve grinned at you, and it dawned on you how much he liked you. Here was the big movie star Steven Grant Rogers, standing in your lab, basically confessing his feelings for you and you didn’t know what to do.

Steve cleared his throat, “So shall we eat here? I saw the canteen in this building and it looks fantastic.” He said,

“Yeah, we could eat here or alternatively we could got upstairs and eat on Tony’s floor, there’s a restaurant there.” You suggested, shrugging off your lab coat and walking out with him.

“Your boss has a restaurant on his floor?” Steve said, laughing, “That man thinks of everything!”

Steve’s laugh was so infections. The two of you head a couple of floors up to the penthouse area, Tony had made the whole floor like one giant fun-house for himself, there was a bowling alley, a cinema, a restaurant, laser tag, everything you could think of really.

Steve whistled as you walked to the restaurant, there were people walking about, everyone was allowed up here. “This place is amazing,” he mused,

“Yeah, Tony has a knack for the theatrical,” You replied,

As you arrived at the restaurant, one of the chefs who knew you came up to the two of you, a big smile on his face. “Y/N! how nice to see you! Ah and you have brought a guest,” he says shaking Steve’s hand,

Steve introduced himself and then you were seated. Half way through eating Steve suddenly asked you a question you weren’t expecting,

“You were engaged to Luke Charles?” He asked,

You were mid-sentence when he asked that question and you in a very dramatic way dropped your fork.

“How the fuck did you know that?” You said, “Oh wait, don’t answer that. I am assuming Natasha told you,”

“No she didn’t tell me anything, I went to school with Luke Charles,” Steve explained, “I hadn’t seen him in years, and we bumped into each other he other day, he mentioned he was here to see his fiancé, and then I saw him outside your apartment that night and kind of put two and two together. But your reaction obviously told me things didn’t end well so,”

You looked down at your food and sighed, your appetite was suddenly gone. “Luke and I dated for 3 years and were engaged for 1,” You said, “But then he left me, for another woman without so much as a second thought. That night he came to my place, he wanted to get back together with me,” you trailed off, not wanting to get into too much detail,

Steve was quiet for a moment then he took your hand in his, “I’m sorry,” was all he said, but he had such kindness in his eyes you couldn’t help but smile at him, your mood lifting slightly.

After lunch, you gave Steve a tour of the floor, the two of you playing bowling, hit the arcade and you found out Steve was an amazing dancer and great at guitar hero. The whole afternoon spent with Steve was nothing short of spectacular, he was funny, charming and witty, and he kept you on your toes the entire time. The conversations flowed between you two like you were the oldest of friends and the silences were comfortable.

As he was about to leave, you suddenly had an idea. “Hey Steve, do you want to be my date to Natasha’s wedding?” you blurt out,

A huge smile broke out on Steve’s face, “God, I have been waiting for you to ask me that!” he exclaimed, “And yes, I would fucking love that!”. You couldn’t help but feel all giddy at the thought of Steve in a tuxedo at a wedding, but shoving those thoughts back you bid him goodbye with a kiss on the cheek and head to Natasha’s, whom you had promised you would have dinner with tonight.

The rain was coming down in torrents when you arrived at Bruce and Nat’s home, trying to get out of the cab as quickly as possible, you run for the door rapidly ringing the bell while buckets of water poured down on you, soaking you.

A few seconds later the gate was buzzed open and you rushed in, dripping water everywhere. Bruce greeted you at the door, and immediately ordered you to go upstairs before dinner and change out of your wet clothes. To which you gratefully obliged.

When you made your way back downstairs, in sweatpants and a t-shirt, you immediately froze on the staircase. You could distinctively hear James’ voice coming from the living room, Sam was there too.

You hadn’t seen or heard from James since that night at his place, he hadn’t bothered to call you or reply to your texts. In some ways you had brought it on yourself because you wanted to sleep with him, but you honestly thought it would be different for the two of you. determined to be completely undeterred by his presence, you take a deep breath and walk in to the living room, a smile plastered on your face.

Sam was the first to get up and greet you,

“Hello stranger,” he said giving you a hug, “Where have you been?”

“Hello Sam,” you replied, returning his affection

Natasha was already talking to you about wedding details, before you even sat down. James doesn’t get up to greet you, and you didn’t even glance in his direction, instead you threw yourself into the wedding conversation with Natasha.

“Also, I saw you changed your invite to plus one,” Natasha said, grinning at you as the two of you set the table for dinner,

You looked at her trying to hide your smile, “Yeah, Steve’s going to be my date,” you say trying to act calm, but Nat could see right through you

“So, are you two dating now?” She pressed,

“No, god no, we are just seeing where this goes okay, don’t make it weird Natasha!” you replied, throwing her a look,

The two of you talked a little more about Steve and the wedding and then Natasha went to the kitchen to sort out the food and you stepped out onto the balcony, you took a seat on the edge of the wall, twirling the wine glass you had in your hand, lost in thought.

“Hey, you,” James’ deep voice sounded quietly beside you, startling you.

“God dammit Bucky,” you hissed, you don’t know why you’d started calling him Bucky, but after you’d slept together something had changed, and it just seemed to fit better, “Why do you always sneak up on me,”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he muttered, closing the balcony door and taking a seat next to you,

“Oh, are we talking now?” you said sarcastically, shifting away from him

“Y/N,” James sighed, “I owe you an apology,” he began

But you cut him off, you really weren’t interested in whatever he was going to say, you had enough shit to deal with as it is, with Luke being back and you liked Steve, a lot. You didn’t want to jeopardize that over Bucky. “Bucky, you don’t owe me anything, we fucked, its done and over. I just thought I meant more to you than that, but I guess not. I don’t know where this leaves our friendship, but I have enough going on in my life without trying to understand you or it,”

He was silent, James just looked at you and then sighed deeply. “I am sorry I haven’t been around, I just…” he hesitated, “I didn’t know how to face you after what we did, I took advantage of you in that state and it was so wrong,”

“First of all, I consented to it and secondly, you’re a coward.” You snapped at him,

“Y/N…” James said, almost pleadingly,

“No Bucky, I adore you but you’re a selfish coward, I wanted to see you after, I needed to, but you just…ugh” you stopped yourself before you said something you’d regret and then took a deep breath,

James had a pained look in his face, you could see he was sorry, but he didn’t know how to fix it.

“I’m going inside,” you muttered and then left him standing in the now drizzling evening.

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The weeks leading up to Natasha and Bruce’s wedding flew by and the weekend of their wedding had arrived. You had been so preoccupied with your maid of honor duties you had to take time off work to help Natasha with everything.

You had all gone out to the Hamptons as that’s where the venue was, Natasha and Bruce had spared no expense on their wedding. Mostly Nat had insisted on only the best for her first wedding, the fantastic location which was situated next to the beach was already well on the way to being ready for the wedding.

You were in the middle of giving all the bridesmaids their duties when you saw two of the girls exchange excited looks and one of them gasped, all staring behind you. you turn to see who it was they were all looking at, and you see Sam and Bucky walking towards you in sunglasses and boardshorts, their spectacular bodies on display for everyone to see.

James and you had been on speaking terms recently, you had to put your differences aside for Natasha’s sake. Not wanting to explain to anyone why you were fighting anyways. But the constant little arguments between the two of you were palpable, and you had both put on a façade for everyone.

“Hello ladies,” James said flirtatiously, the girls giggled, and you rolled your eyes,

“We’re busy, Shoo!” You said waving your hands to get rid of them,

“Take a break,” Sam said, “Come join us at the pool,”

One of the bridesmaid’s Kyra piped up, “Yes, lets take a break Y/N, I want to get my tan on!”

“I agree,” Serena, Natasha’s cousin said excitedly,

You looked at the other two bridesmaids, Wanda and Laura they shrugged. Not seeming to care much. Wanda hated James as of late and you didn’t want to know what he did to her, it was probably deserved hate.

“Alright fine, let’s go,” You sighed defeated,

You had gone back to your room to change into your swimsuit when you bumped into Natasha, she was on the phone arguing with her mother in Russian. You waited quietly until she was done, Nat looked like was about to burst into tears,

“My mom is going to miss the rehearsal dinner!” She sighed, “I can’t deal with her,”

You put your arms around her shoulder, “Nat, it’s your wedding weekend, deep breath, its going to be the happiest weekend of your life. Don’t let silly things ruin it,” you said to her giving her a smile of encouragement,

This made her smile, “Come on, we’re all going to the pool for some sun,” you say to her.

Sam and James were shamelessly flirting with Kyra and Serena when you and Nat arrived at the pool. They had ordered drinks for everyone, Sam was showing off his army scars and James was in the pool, resting on the edge looking up at you with his ice blue eyes, and you suddenly you were flustered by this.

You grabbed a drink from the table and began to take off your cover up, revealing your floral blue and yellow swimsuit. James got out of the pool, and walked up to you shaking his wet hair at you, “Ugh, fuck off Bucky,” you sighed, wiping off the droplets of water.

“You look good,” He whispered as he moved passed you, brushing his shirtless torso against you. You throw him a glare and flipped him off, “Better naked though,”

You made a disgusted noise and then went over to sit with Natasha and the rest of the girls, James knew he was getting under your skin and the only way you would talk to him was if he just annoyed the shit out of you. He was slowly wearing you down and you just wanted to be friends again, but you weren’t going to be the first one to break and say you missed him.

Relaxing by the pool was the best decision you all had made, a couple of frozen Margaritas later and you were feeling great. Just then you saw Steve and Bruce making their way toward the pool and you jumped up excitedly when you saw Steve. You had been so busy all week you hadn’t seen him, and you were rather thrilled knowing he was coming to the wedding.

You sauntered over towards him, animatedly walking like a model as you did.

He had a big smile on his face when he saw you, and he winked. It still dumbstruck you just how handsome he was, and with everything going on in your life, Steve seemed to be a happy anchor that kept you grounded.

“Hello gorgeous,” He said,

“I’m so glad you’re here,” You say happily, throwing your arms around his neck and giving him a hug.

“Yeah, me too. Glad I get to witness you in a bikini,” He joked,

You laughed, he always made you feel beautiful even if he wasn’t trying to.

“Come on, lets go say hi to everyone.” You said, grabbing his hand and dragging him to where all your friends were gathered.

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Bucky had seen the whole exchange between Y/N and Steve, he had seen her entire demeanor change when she saw him and how excited she had gotten when he arrived, and it soured his mood. He had greeted Steve and then decided he had enough sun for one day and excused himself, not wanting to be around a bikini clad Y/N and the way Steve looked at her like she was the only girl in his world.

Grabbing a bottle of the whiskey from the hotel bar, Bucky made his way up to his room, wanting to drown his sorrows in the bottle of alcohol but to his surprise, Wanda was waiting for him at him room door.

“Wanda, what are you doing here?” He snapped, irritably.

“You” She responded, and then flung herself into his arms kissing him. Bucky didn’t stop her, he welcomed the distraction.

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That evening was the rehearsal dinner, you were in Natasha’s suite getting dressed for the night with the rest of the bridesmaids. Wanda was surprisingly happy for some reason, maybe it was the champagne but as she was zipping her dress up you saw the hickeys on her chest and neck and immediately knew what had happened. For some reason this knotted your stomach.

Your phone buzzed beside you as you were clipping on your tennis bracelet,

It was a text message from James.

‘Meet me by the fountain, 5 mins? Please…’

You sighed after you read it, and tossed your phone on to the bed. You looked at yourself fin the mirror, Natasha had chosen your outfit for the rehearsal dinner, it was a cream and lace dress, with a silky throw over jacket. It wasn’t really your style, but it was supposed to match her outfit. Natasha wore a black and white lace dress which accentuated all her curves.

You were dressed and ready to go, so you excused yourself for a moment, heading to the fountain to meet James. It was dark outside, so you were careful where you were walking on the cobbled pathway, in heels. James was waiting by the fountain, your heart jumped when you saw him, he looked devastatingly handsome in his black suit and tie.

When he saw you he stood up straight, his eyes widening, “Holy fuck,” he breathed.

“What’s up Bucky?” you asked walking up to him,

He was shifting nervously from foot to foot, and fiddling with his tie. “I, Uhh, I wanted to, uhh, talk to you,” He stuttered,

“Stop fidgeting with your tie, you’re going to mess it up.” You said, swatting his hands away from the tie and straightening it.

You were standing in front of him less than a foot away, “What did you want to talk to me about?” You asked quietly, looking into his ice blue eyes,

James didn’t say anything for a moment, then out of the blue he pulled you towards him, his lips crashing onto yours. The kiss left you winded, but you pulled away,

“Bucky, No, I can’t.” you said breathlessly, your skin felt like it was on fire,

“Y/N,” him saying your name sent a lustful shiver down your spine, but you shook your head.

“I have to go,” you said and then turned on your heel and rushed back to the room.

All the way back to the room, your heart felt like it was going to explode. Your mind was racing, taking a deep breath, you entered the room just as Natasha and the rest of the girls were getting ready to leave.

“Oh, there you are, Lets go its about to start.” Nat said, she grabbed your hand and walked out of the room,

“You might want to touch up your lipstick,” Wanda said, handing you the pink shade you were wearing,

A blush crept into your cheeks, and you thanked her quickly turning away. You just needed to make it through this dinner without any incidents, the last thing you needed was being the mad of honor and starting drama at your best friend’s wedding.

The rehearsal dinner went off without a hitch. You stayed away from Bucky, avoiding his gaze at all times. He tried to talk to you, multiple times but you were furious with him for what he had done, so you kept brushing him off. Instead focusing all your time on Steve, whom everyone loved. People were constantly coming up to him, asking for photos or an autograph, which was fun at first but then it started to annoy you.

Throughout the night Steve kept complementing you, he would tell everyone he got a chance to, that he was here with you. It gave you a fuzzy feeling to see how affectionate he was, Steve held you hand and danced with you, occasionally giving you a kiss on the cheek. You were enjoying the affection after being single for so long, Steve was the best catalyst to moving on from Luke.

Bucky watched this go on for the entire night, resenting every minute of it, Sam saw him looking at you longingly and eventually had to say something,

“So how long have you been in love with Y/N?” Sam said, as the two of them stood at the bar, watching you talk to Steve animatedly,

“What?” Bucky replied, shocked but pretending to be confused,

“Don’t bother lying to me, I spent half the night watching you pine after her like a lovesick puppy,” Sam laughed,

“Sam, please don’t say anything.” Bucky suddenly begged, “I don’t want Natasha to know,”

“Don’t want Natasha to know what?” both Sam and Bucky looked in the direction of the voice, it was Natasha.

“Uhhh, about your wedding gift,” Sam said quickly,

“Yeah, yeah your gift,” Bucky tried to cover his tracks but Nat didn’t look like she was buying it,

“What about it?” She said suspiciously crossing her arms over her chest,

“Well, if you must know” Bucky said, looking at Sam for help, but he shrugged “I was going to offer to pay for your entire nursery,”

Natasha’s mouth flew open in shock, “Bucky! That’s too much!” she hugged him,

Him and Sam exchanged a look,

“Anything for you Tash,” Bucky replied with a smile,

After the rather impromptu gift, Nat went off to tell Bruce about Bucky’s gift. Leaving Sam and him standing at the bar once more,

Bucky sighed, “I am fucked aren’t”

‘Yup, you are well and truly fucked, man” Sam agreed, gripping his shoulder sympathetically.

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