#stevie wears too much flannel to be straight sorry

[sandraohdamn]

Schitt’s Creek + Headlines

#schitt's creek #schitts creek #moira rose #david rose #johnny rose #alexis rose #stevie budd #roland schitt #schittscreekedit #onion headlines #reductress headlines #mine #stevie wears too much flannel to be straight sorry #also #david changing his sheets from white to black #lmao

[heysoup]

Fluffy February Day 4 - Halloween

Phew! I’m a little late, but I managed to make it while the day’s still here. This is day four of @fluffyfebruary and the prompt is Halloween.

Chapter 4: I’ll Be Yours

Pairing: Butch DeLoria/Male Lone Wanderer

Summary: During a Halloween party, Susie suggests that the group of teens play spin the bottle. Jamie isn't one for parties, isn't even one for socializing if he's honest with himself, and he definitely isn't excited to play this game. But Butch has been looking at him all night, and something in his heart tells him this might be different.

Ao3 Link

“Thanks for helping, Jamie,” Amata says from where she’s perched at the top of a step ladder hanging colorful streamers along the ceiling.

Jamie smiles up at her from his own task of making Halloween-themed snacks, “of course.”

She climbs down the ladder and brushes her hands off on the pants of her vault suit, looking up at her handiwork with an approving nod. Orange and purple streamers hang in delicate loops from the ceiling. Hanging among them are dainty origami bats – all handmade by Amata and Susie. They even found some old Christmas lights and strung them up along the walls, hoping that when the main lights were turned off it would create some kind of spooky atmosphere, even if they were red and green.

They’re preparing for their first ever Halloween party as ‘adults.’ Now that everyone in their class was eighteen, Amata had finally gotten her dad to cave and allow them to throw a party at the Mack’s apartment, since it was one of the largest. How she managed to pull it off, Jamie has no idea.

He finally finishes icing the last of his ghost-shaped cookies and walks over to join her, letting out an impressed whistle. “Looks great!” he says, and she smiles at him.

Susie and Wally walk out into the living room from the hallway – they’re wearing freshly pressed vault suits that are tailored a bit closer to their bodies than the normal ones, the blue and yellow fabric even more vivid than usual. Susie’s platinum hair is poker-straight and pulled back into a ponytail with a cherry red bow. Her lipstick matches the bow’s color perfectly. Wally’s hair is plain, but neatly combed – they look nice, but if Jamie’s honest, he doesn’t see how it’s supposed to be a costume.

Amata seems to think the same. “So… what are you guys going as again?” she asks, a sheepish smile on her face. Wally rolls his eyes and elbows Susie.

“I told you they wouldn’t get it!”

“Oh shut it, we just have to do the thing!” Susie pulls at her brother’s arm, who groans in response.

“FINE.” They both look at Jamie and Amata with their cheesiest smiles - Susie’s looking much more genuine than Wally’s – and give them a thumb’s up.

“Uh…” Jamie doesn’t see how that’s supposed to clear anything up for them.

“We’re Vault Boy and Vault Girl!” Susie snaps, crossing her arms. Wally huffs and shakes his head before walking over to the couch and plopping down, reaching into the pumpkin-shaped plastic bowl on the coffee table to shove some chips in his mouth.

“I could tell!” Amata says, trying to appease her. “You look great, Susie! I love the lipstick.” She grabs Jamie’s hand and twines their fingers together. “We have to go get our costumes ready now, but we’ll be right back. Party starts in thirty, right?”

Susie nods, changing into hostess mode once again. “It looks really good in here, by the way. You did a great job, Amata” She smiles and then says, as an afterthought, “uh and Jamie, too, I guess.”

---

Back in Amata’s room, she and Jamie busy themselves with changing into their costumes. Amata is dressed to the nines in a slim-fitting black dress with emerald green accents that she had sewn herself with her mother’s old machine. She has a pair of elbow-length black gloves made from leftover pantyhose and a pearl necklace around her neck that Jamie found in the lower levels of the vault. He kept the details of where he found it to himself. Her costume is pretty close to looking exactly like the original Mistress of Mystery, they've just taken a few creative liberties.

She’s sitting at her vanity, applying her makeup and curling her hair when she asks, “so, are you excited?” Jamie puts down the comic he’s reading and sits up on her bed. He’s already changed into his outfit – just a simple flannel, some jeans, aged brown leather boots that his dad had stowed away in his closet for some reason, and the closest thing they could find to a ten-gallon hat, which is currently around his neck and hanging at his back. A plastic pistol and a makeshift paper holster sit beside him.

“Yeah,” he settles with, trying his hardest to sound convincing. It’s not that he isn’t excited, he’s just nervous. He’s already kind of a social outcast, which is bad enough. What’s even worse is that Butch will be there, which was fine and normal, except for the fact that it wasn’t because just a last week they’d technically had their first kiss down in their hideout, which Jamie had freaked out over and literally ran away from, and then proceeded to pretend it never happened. Outside of work they’d been too busy to hang out recently, so this will be the first time he sees him in such a casual setting since. It’s not like he can ask Amata for advice – she doesn’t even know he’s friends with Butch for one and she’s unlikely to approve, and what if she asks about their hideout? It’s too risky, not to mention humiliating!

“Jamie!” Amata is snapping at him, a soft smile on her face. He blinks and laughs, feeling out of breath despite the fact that all his talking was in his head. What a mess.

“Hah, sorry. Just thinking. I’m kinda nervous, but you know how I am with people.” He shrugs, picking at his nails. Amata walks over and ruffles his hair.

“Hey, it’ll be fun!” she says, trying to sound encouraging. She takes his hands in hers and pulls him off the bed. “But if you get overwhelmed just let me know, we can just come back here and listen to something on the radio – I don’t mind.”

Jamie smiles at her and pulls her close, pressing a sweet kiss to the crown of her head. Man, he missed her.

---

It’s been about an hour and the party is going pretty well. The lights are all off aside from the string lights, which, as Amata predicted, create a pretty nice ambience. Everyone is chilling out and listening to music and talking amongst themselves. A few people are playing board games and enjoying snacks, some are dancing.

Jamie’s nerves have calmed a bit – Wally had the brilliant idea to bribe Stevie to leave them some beer, which Jamie is sipping on contentedly from his seat on the couch beside Freddie and Amata.

Everyone’s costumes turned out great too, Jamie thinks. Freddie came as a werewolf – he’d ripped the arms off his vault suit and used grease paint to draw brown hairs all over himself. He’d even given himself a little black dog nose and glued paper triangles to a headband that could pass as ears. It’s a little messy, but he put effort in.

Paul decided to be a vampire and he’s dressed almost as well as Amata, in a fancy white shirt, black slacks, and a tie – probably the same clothes he wore to prom. He has a long black and red cape wrapped around his shoulders. The fake teeth he’s wearing keep popping out of his mouth when he laughs, and Jamie grins at the sight of him fumbling to catch them across the room.

Butch is next to him, laughing his ass off, flask in hand. Apparently, he’s supposed to be a Greaser – he’s wearing his Tunnel Snake jacket and his hair is slicked into its usual pompadour. The only difference is he’s swapped out his vault suit for a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, which he says are classic. He meets Jamie’s gaze from across the room and smirks, sticking his tongue out at the other boy. Jamie looks away quickly, his face red.

Christine is across from Amata on the other couch, chatting with Susie. She’s dressed in a long white sleeping gown with matching slippers. On her back, she has small, handmade angel wings. Their puffy feathers occasionally fall off and stick to every surface, leaving a trail all over the apartment wherever she goes.

Susie turns the radio down a bit then stands and claps to grab everyone’s attention. “Alright, ghouls and gals,” she giggles to herself, “I think it’s about time we started the real party!” Jamie quirks a brow at her and can’t help but notice Amata’s peeved expression.

Everyone who wasn’t already near the couches crowds around and Jamie jumps when he feels two hands clap down on his shoulders. Butch is leaning over the back of the couch, grinning down at him.

“Hey, Nosebleed,” he says with a smirk, leaning closer to his ear. “Cute costume. Who are ya, Calamity Jane?” He tips Jamie’s cowboy hat down into his face playfully.

It’s supposed to be a jab. They don’t typically act friendly in public; something still just feels off about that and they aren’t ready for their relationship to change that drastically. This feels different, however, and Jamie can’t help the smile that pulls at his lips. He hadn’t spoken to Butch all night, he wasn’t sure if the other boy would want him too, but somehow this felt like an invitation.

“Nice costume yourself,” he taunts. He can still feel the heat of the other boy’s body against the back of his neck even as Butch pulls away and stands up straight again. “You supposed to look like a knock-off James Dean?”

Susie clears her throat, shooting Jamie an impatient look. “Anyway, as I was saying,” she continues, the giddy smile returning to her face as she holds up an empty beer bottle. “We should play spin the bottle!”

Butch groans from behind him. “Come on, Susie, that’s such a kid’s game.”

Susie sticks her tongue out at him. “If you could let me finish! We’re going to play it with seven minutes in heaven rules, obviously. This isn’t middle school. We’re adults now.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “So, whoever it lands on gets to go into the hall closet. That more grown-up for you, Butch?”

Butch shrugs, “I guess.”

“I think it sounds fun!” Christine chimes in.” It’s harmless, anyway. Come on, let’s just play. Who knows if we’ll ever be allowed to have a party again?”

---

After moving some of the furniture and grabbing a few pillows for them to sit on they’re all crowded in a circle on the rug in the living room. Jamie is still next to Amata, then Freddie, Wally, Christine, Butch, Susie, and Paul. There’s eight of them, so the odds would be even, but Wally is related to both Christine and Susie – which he continues to complain is unfair.

“Oh shut it, Wally. If it lands on us, just spin again.” Susie snaps and sets the bottle in the middle of the circle. She leans back on her knees, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “So, actually, there’s two choices. You can either kiss whoever the bottle lands on in the circle publicly,” Christine interjects with a low ‘ooooooh’ and leans closer to Butch, who grins.

“Or!” Susie continues, “you can choose to go into the closet for seven minutes.”

Jamie’s gut twists uncomfortably. He really didn’t want to play this, anyway, let alone when he might be forced to watch Butch slobber on someone. But he’s here for Amata and for his dad, he guesses, who said it would be good for him to behave like a well-adjusted and social teenager for once.

They’re a few spins in and nothing incredible had happened. Wally spun on Susie twice before landing on Paul and the two went into the closet with their handheld games to pass the time. After, Christine landed on Freddie and chose a kiss – which was more of an awkward peck on the side of the mouth than anything else.

Butch rubs his hands together before leaning forward to spin the bottle, making eye contact with Jamie for a split second and shooting him a wink. Jamie’s heart leaps into his throat and he splutters mid drink, trying to hide his embarrassment behind a small cough.

The bottle spins around the circle once before slowing. For a split second, Jamie thinks it’s going to land on him, but it keeps going achingly slow past Paul and… lands on Susie. Christine claps, Amata wolf whistles, and Wally spits out a half-hearted threat about Butch touching his sister. Jamie sees Butch’s smile fade when he looks at Susie, but he catches himself quick and shoots her his most charming smirk.

“How’s about we hit the closet, babe?” he says, laying the greaser schtick on extra thick tonight. Susie blushes red as her bow and stands with him. They hold hands and both go down the hall and into the closet, the door closing softly behind them. Once they’re inside, Christine sets the egg timer they have to seven minutes and the murmur of conversation breaks out among the small group once again.

“How are you doing?” Amata nudges him gently. Jamie didn’t realize he’d just been staring at the bottle, his shoulders tense. He lets out a long sigh and shakes his limbs loose, leaning over to bump their shoulders together.

“I’m fine. This is fun, huh?” He says, trying to convince himself more than anything. He stares at the egg timer, trying not to imagine what could be happening in the closet. He looks back over at Amata and sees her smiling at him, a soft sadness behind her eyes – almost pity. Was he really that obvious?

“I’m gonna get another drink, want one?” he asks, standing up and stretching his arms above his head. Amata just lifts her bottle that isn’t even half empty, a sheepish smile on her face.

“No thanks.”

Jamie walks to the kitchen. He rubs his eyes, his face already feeling warm. He’d only had two, maybe three beers. He definitely isn’t even close to being as drunk as he was when he and Butch… he shakes the thoughts of that night out of his head, dropping his empty beer bottles into the garbage can with a bit more force than he’d intended.

Before grabbing another beer, Jamie pours himself a shot of vodka for good measure. Butch must have brought it from his mom’s stash. It burns like hell going down and Jamie almost gags – how could anyone drink this stuff?

“Yo, Jamie!” He hears Freddie call for him and he grabs his beer and heads back to the circle. Butch and Susie are back. Her lipstick is smudged and she’s fixing her ponytail while whispering excitedly to Christine. Butch doesn’t look much better – his hair slightly mussed up and a bit of cherry red still spread on the corner of his lip. Jamie thinks he might be sick.

The timer goes off just as he sits back down, and Paul walks out of the closet with Amata. He’s scrambling to put his vampire teeth back in his mouth, his cape crooked around his neck, and Amata’s face is flushed when she sits next to Jamie. He can’t help his snort and she slaps him on the shoulder.

“It’s your turn, spaz.” Wally says, kicking the bottle his way. He looks pissed, glaring at Butch. Jamie wonders if they’ll fight later because he played tonsil hockey with his sister. He almost hopes they do, just so Butch can get his ass kicked like he deserves.

Jamie reaches forward and gives the bottle a half-hearted spin, just wanting to get his turn over with as soon as possible. It twirls and lands immediately on Butch. He feels like he’s swallowed a rock.

Butch let’s out a theatric groan, “I ain’t kissin’ you, Nosebleed, so let’s just go to the closet and get this over with.” Jamie’s face is on fire and he slams his beer down on the floor.

“Get stuffed, Butch!” It’s my turn, not yours, so I choose what we do!” Butch quirks an eyebrow at him and barks out a laugh, joined by everyone in the circle – aside from Amata, who squeezes Jamie’s hand reassuringly.

“So, you’re sayin’ you wanna kiss the Butch-man?” Jamie thinks he’s going to die, then. Or kill Butch, and then die. Like a murder suicide. Him and his stupid fucking mouth; he didn’t even think about how that would sound.

“N-No!” Jamie practically yells, his voice a squeak. “Fuck you!” He stands, crossing his arms. “Let’s go, closet then. Get this over with before I kick your ass.” He storms to the closet. Butch gets to his feet and follows him with a smug confidence that Jamie wants to beat out of him.

Suddenly remembering who he’s dealing with Wally says, “Hey! No fighting in my closet. You get blood on my dad’s coats and I’ll pummel you both.” They both turn and simultaneously flip the other boy off before shouldering their way into the closet and slamming the door.

It’s more cramped inside than Jamie expected it to be. Darker, too. The darkness is perfectly fine with him – he doesn’t even want to look at Butch right now. Though, that doesn’t last long as his eyes adjust.

“Hey, Nosebleed,” Butch whispers, his voice and his smile infinitely softer than they were a moment ago. They’re close, really close and Jamie’s head is swimming. Their knees bump when they move and the heat of their bodies radiating through the small space is almost suffocating. He can just make out the details of Butch’s face – the handsome slope of his nose and the playful quirk of his lips. He tries to stay mad, but it’s hard. He wants to kiss him so bad.

“Fuck off,” Jamie breathes, but his aggression is lackluster. Butch’s breath is warm against his face and it smells sweet, like mint. Butch chuckles softly.

“Aw, you’re mad at me?” he coos, leaning in closer and practically pressing Jamie against the opposite wall. “You know I was just kidding, Jamie. C’mon, they don’t know what we do.”

Jamie gulps, wondering if Butch means them just hanging out together or if he’s referencing something more. “As if I’d take Susie’s sloppy seconds ,” he hisses, determined to hold his grudge. Ok, so maybe their first kiss did mean something. He’s pretty sure they’re both drunk again, but they definitely aren’t wasted like before – there’s absolutely no way for Butch to pass whatever happens off as a mistake later. IF something happens.

Butch pulls back a little and looks almost hurt. “Hey, it’s just a dumb game,” he says, tilting his head to try and catch Jamie’s gaze, who refuses to look at him. “I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, okay? You know how much of a crybaby she can be.”

“Well, I’m not a crybaby, so you can keep it in your pants,” Jamie snaps and crosses his arms, shooting Butch as convincing of a glare as he can manage. The other boy just rubs the back of his neck, his posture suddenly a bit more closed off.

“Dammit, Jamie, ya know that’s not what I mean!” Jamie’s heart is thundering in his ears and his chest is so, so tight. He swallows thickly. He does know what Butch means but fuck it if he isn’t going to make the other boy work for it.

“Maybe I don’t,” he states matter-of-factly. Butch clicks his tongue in annoyance and shoves his hands in his pockets. Jamie can feel the distance between them growing further and he panics, desperate to cling to whatever moment they’re having here.

“What do you want?” he asks finally, his voice barely a whisper as he offers Butch this olive branch. The intensity he finds in Butch’s gaze when their eyes meet almost knocks him over.

“You.” It’s a single word, spoken so softly that Jamie almost can’t hear it, but it steals his breath away, nonetheless. He doesn’t even stop to think when he reaches forward and grabs the lapels of Butch’s jacket. He pulls him close, his eyes closing as their lips crash together in a clumsy kiss. It’s just as good as the last, the other boy’s lips warm and inviting as he returns the gesture with enthusiasm.

Butch grabs the back of Jamie’s head, knocking his silly cowboy hat to the floor, and curls his fingers into his hair. Jamie grins into his mouth when Butch nips his lower lip and he grabs the collar of his shirt, playfully shoving the taller boy against the opposite wall.

“Ow!” Butch hisses when he hits his head off the shelf above them, pulling back for a second to make sure it wasn’t too loud. Jamie’s face goes white.

“Oh god, sorry!” he whispers, letting go and pulling back in embarrassment. Butch just laughs.

“S’fine,” he mumbles, unable to stop smiling. He reaches out and pulls Jamie close again, silencing the other boy’s concerns with his lips.

They continue like that for a while, breathless and excited, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths and their arms holding them close like their lives depend on it. It really does feel like heaven, Jamie thinks, an excited laugh escaping his chest.

They could have stayed there forever, lost in their own little world, but they’re interrupted by a sharp knock on the other side of the door. “Time’s up! You can leave hell now.” Wally is laughing out in the hallway.

Butch and Jamie jump apart, their chests heaving and their lips pink. Butch just grins at him, blue eyes shining with mischief. “Should we pretend we were fighting?”

Jamie laughs. “Sure, but that means you’ll have to admit that I won,” he teases, picking up his hat and turning to leave. Butch grabs his wrist and tugs Jamie back to him. There’s a very serious expression on his face all of a sudden and he's biting his lip like he's thinking before he reaches out to tilt Jamie’s chin up. He leans down and presses one more open-mouthed kiss to his lips and it feels almost desperate. Jamie’s breath is stolen away again, at least whatever was left of it, and when they part, he just stares, dumbfounded, at Butch’s adoring smile.

“Whatever you want, Nosebleed.”

#fallout #fallout 3 #fluffyfebruary #butch deloria #lone wanderer #male lone wanderer #butch/m!lw #fanfiction #fanfic #spin the bottle #mlm #fluff #kissing #jay writes #fluffyfeb

[dirt-cup-draco]

Bucky x Reader- Barriers (2/2)

It had been a week since Bucky had left you all alone on the rooftop. You’d gone to bed alone that night and shivered until sleep took you. You thought maybe time would help and the next morning things would be okay again but every time you tried to talk to your boyfriend he was too busy or nowhere to be found. Every text went unanswered. Are we even together anymore? You wanted to ask. Because in all honesty, you had no idea. With no word from him after he had completely shut you out made it seem like he was through with you. And you weren’t ready for that possibility yet. 

You were curled up on the couch sniffling and looking at a picture of you and Buck. You had gone to coney island on a date and you’d convinced him into taking a picture with you as you reached the top of the Ferris wheel. Your lips were pressed firmly to his cheek and he was beaming into the lens. His arm was wrapped securely around you and you could remember how safe you’d felt. Wasn’t he happy with you? Had you done something to drive him away or were you just not enough? 

Your sniffles had turned into full on sobbing and you were glad that the living room was empty and dark. It was two in the morning and most sensible people were asleep. You hoped Bucky was getting some sleep. You let yourself stew in your heartbreak as you gripped the picture in your shaking hands. You loved him, so so much and you wanted to take away all of his pain. You wanted to give him peace. But he didn’t want that. Or did he just not want it from you?

The doubts crept in deep and sunk their claws into you. It was your fault he hadn’t spoken to you all week. It was your fault he was unhappy. It was your fault your relationship was falling apart. Lost in thought, you hadn’t noticed anyone come and you jumped sky high when a hand was set on top of your shoulder. You shouted and spun around, nearly falling off the couch until that same hand gripped your arm tightly to keep you in place. “Y/N, it’s just me, can we talk?” Your heart dropped. It was only Steve. 

“Um, yeah sure,” You sighed, wiping furiously at your eyes as he came around to sit beside you. His eyes took in his surroundings automatically and he took in your pathetic appearance. Swollen, red eyes and a runny nose. Pale skin and tear stained cheeks. Tussled hair and shaking hands. You were beating yourself up pretty hard it seemed. 

“Please be patient with him, he’s trying, really he is,” Steve spoke first and you frowned. 

“I know he is... Did he say something to you?” You questioned back. You thought you’d been patient, thought you’d been doing your best to give him space and time while showing that you were there for him even when things got tough, even when he was scared he didn’t deserve to have someone there for him. 

“No but I can just tell you guys had a little fall out, he’s been a sour bastard for a week straight,” The man chuckled but you couldn’t find any humor in it. 

“Well maybe things would be better if he would stop ignoring me...” You said bitterly, tears springing up again. You tossed your phone in Steve’s lap. “He hasn’t texted me back, any time I go to the gym he leaves, if I’m in the kitchen he makes sure he isn’t. I-I don’t even know if we are together anymore. i haven’t seen him since he left the party. I don’t know what the hell is going on,” 

Admitting it out loud hurt more than you thought and you were reduced back to a sobbing mess. Bucky meant the world to you but how was this supposed to work if he couldn’t even be around you? 

Steve wraps a reassuring arm around you but you just wish that it was Bucky sitting with you. Steve was a good friend, to the both of you and you appreciated it but he really wasn’t helping right now. “I think I’m going to go back to my room... Excuse me,” You said before Steve could interject. You walked around his legs and were on your way back to your room when Steve told you to wait. 

“What if I can get you and Buck to talk?” 

You laughed humorlessly and shrugged. “I doubt he wants to but if you can make it happen Stevie, I’d beg you to teach me how. Goodnight,” You dismissed him with little hope. It was sweet what he was trying to do but you were lonely and sad and unsure and so nothing sounded like it would solve anything. You knew you were being stubborn and probably rude but you weren’t in the mood for it at the moment. It was late- or early- and you just wanted to be grumpy a while longer. 

Three hours later the sun was working it’s way up into the sky and you hadn’t slept one bit. You stumbled out of your room and made a pot of coffee that you planned on drinking all by your lonesome. You weren’t prepared however for your super soldier maybe still boyfriend to be sitting expectantly at the kitchen table, arms crossed. He’d look intimidating if he wasn’t wearing his flannel pajama set you’d gotten him a couple weeks ago. But maybe that was a good sign. He hadn’t burned anything from you yet. 

“Buck,” You said, not sure what else was supposed to come out of your mouth after a long week of trying to understand what was happening. 

“Steve said you wanted to talk,” He mumbled. 

“Yeah well I doubt you needed Steve to tell you that... Unless you’ve stopped checking your phone,” You said with surprising venom. You poured yourself a cup of coffee and after thinking about it for a moment you poured Bucky one too. At least he had the decency to look a little ashamed. He swallowed the lump in his throat and studied you without any explanation. 

“Why?” You prodded. 

“Why what?” He had the gall to ask. 

“Why havent you said anything to me in a week? Why does it take Steve scolding you to get you to even be in the same room as me? Why don’t you trust me? Why can’t I be the person you go to when you need comfort and help? Why did you leave me on the roof when all I was trying to do was help?” You rambled, gripping your mug until your knuckles turned white. You were trying to hold it together but it was becoming increasingly hard. 

“Y/N, it’s not easy to talk about... I get that you want something from me but I can’t give it to you. I’m broken, completely fucked up. I can’t be what you need. This was a mistake,” He said, motioning between you two and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Bucky looked defensive but you let out a distressed whimper and his stern look melted a little. 

“Y-you don’t mean that Buck, this isn’t a mistake, I love you, you l-love me,” You said. You felt pathetic. You were mad until you were scared he was leaving you. You really did love him. You couldn’t imagine your life without him in it. This week had been hell without him. 

His head hung low and he sipped slowly, relishing in the slight burn. He deserved it after all. “You’re better off without me... It doesn’t have anything to do with love, it’s just a fact. You are better off if I end things...” 

“You can’t decide what is good for me and what isnt! I can choose that for myself. Why can’t you see that you are good for me? Why can’t you see I am so much happier when you are with me?” You needed him to realize how much he meant to you, how you would do anything to make him happy. 

“But Y/N-” He started but you pointed your finger in his face. 

“No Bucky, listen to me, please. I love you and I want you in my life. I know that you have been through so much shit in your life that everything is clouded by it. I know that I can’t expect you to just vent to me once and be fine. I know that it isn’t going to all happen at once and that you need time. But you can’t keep shutting people out. I’m not going anywhere. I just want to be there for you so the nights aren’t so hard and the voices tearing you down aren’t so loud, I just want to love you, but we can’t keep going on like this,” You sighed and held your head in your hands. 

“S-so I guess you’re right. Maybe... maybe it would be better if we didn’t see each other anymore. But that’s only if you can’t look me in the eye right now and tell me that next time something happens you won’t run away from me.” You gave him an ultimatum no matter how much it hurt you to say it. “I don’t want this to be the end Bucky, but I need you to let me in.” 

Bucky was still as stone. You reached out and took his hand in yours, brushing your thumb over the top of his knuckles. You stared ahead and he finally turned to look you in the eyes. You tried to convey in one look that you really did love him, you wanted things to go well for you two, you wanted him. Above everything else, you wanted him to know that you would take him faults and all.

“Doll... I love you too. I don’t want this to be over either, god knows youre the best thing that has ever happened to me. Which is why this can’t happen. I’ll taint you,” He spoke so seriously it took away any jest you might have had. “Everything good in my life goes horribly wrong and I couldn’t handle it if anything ever happened to you- whether it’s by my hand or someone else’s.” 

“James Buchanan Barnes,” You began, “You would never hurt me. Never, you hear me? You are so good to me. You are my safe place and my world. You’re my heart and I can’t live without you. And I know with certainty that if there ever was a threat to me that you would be right by my side keeping me safe. I trust you” You emphasized with a squeeze to his hand. At least he didn’t pull away. 

This seemed to break through something in his mind and his own hand was squeezing back gently. “O-okay, I’ll try,” He said no, a determined look that was mixed with fear. Even now he was afraid to let himself be happy. 

“That’s all I can ask,” You said, finally allowing a smile to creep onto your features. 

“Now please, can we go cuddle and maybe cry and then kiss a lot?” You said, laughter working it’s way through your words. “I have missed you so much,” you explained. 

“Anything you want, doll,” Bucky said standing and dragging you up with him. He brushed a hesitant kiss onto your nose. “I’m sorry,”  

Wrapping your arms around his waist you let out a deep breath. “It’s okay now Buck, things are going to be better from now on,” You promised. “Just please don’t push me away again...” 

He nodded and let his cheek rest against the top of your head. Things would be better. He’d do all he could to make sure nothing like this ever happened again. Bucky was scared that if he opened up you would leave him and hate him but he was more scared of saying nothing and you leaving anyways. He supposed that this had to go both ways. He needed to confide in you as you did in him. 

Bucky Barnes would try his damnedest to let down some of his barriers if it meant keeping you in his life. “Never again, I promise,” He said, leading you to your room. Things would be okay, he just had to trust in you. In the both of you. 

You were breathing easier and Bucky let himself hope for the first time in a long time. 

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Not Exactly A Classic Dame (6)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC (platonic friendship between Steve x OFC)

Warnings: Language, otherwise none this Chapter, but later

Bucky Master List / Main Master List

CHAPTER 6

Light hurt even behind her closed eyes. Cassidy moaned. Feeling and sensation became clearer. Everything hurt. A warm hand touched her cheek. “Hey, Doll.”

“Buck?” Her eyes opened. Cas realized she was in an ambulance. “You get the pricks?”

“Yeah, the ones you left for me.” Worry and guilt filled his eyes. “They’re going to run some tests, check out that hit you took to the head.” He pressed her fingered to his lips. “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, baby. Not your fault.” Cas felt her eyes fill with tears. Bucky’s head dropped to her side at the sight of her crying. “Don’t. Please, Buck. I’m okay. It’s just – I’m coming down off the adrenaline. I can’t help the tears. Please.”

“Cas.” He wiped her wet cheek with his thumb. Seeing her beat up, in a c-collar and on a backboard, killed him. “I’m supposed to protect you.”

“You know, I will admit,” She tried to smile. “This is not what I had in mind for the first time I woke up to your handsome face.”

He practically choked, half laughing. Bucky pressed her fingers to his mouth again. “I’m definitely gonna make it up to you.”  

“Mr. Barnes?” The medic interrupted. “We’ve got to leave.”

“I’m going with her.”

“She’ll be…” The medic’s words froze in his throat at the murderous look he received. “You’ll have to stay out of the way.”

“Fine.”

Ninety minutes later Cassidy sat up in the hospital bed, wearing a set of scrubs, and leaning heavily against Bucky. She had a concussion, a sprained right ankle, scrapes, and lots of bruises – but nothing to keep her in the hospital. They were just waiting on the okay to leave. Stark must have pulled some strings to get them through so quickly.  

She bunched the now ruined red dress in her hands. “Shitballs. I really liked this dress.”

“I’ll replace it.” Bucky tightened the arm around her shoulders.  

“But I looked smokin’ fucking hot in this dress.”  

He couldn’t help but grin. The pain killers had kicked in. “You sure did. Then again, you look hot anything.”

“Oh yeah, well you haven’t seen me in my beat to shit, old flannel pj’s yet. Whew, sexy stuff.”

His lips lightly touched the bruise under her eye. “Totally sexy.”

“No,” Cas slurred. “You’re the sexy one. I fucking melt when you smile at me like that. But when you’re pissed, shit baby, I just want to climb all over that.”

He couldn’t help the chuckle. “You are adorable.” The nurse leaned in and handed him a form. “Okay Doll, let’s get you home.”

“In the helicopter?”

“No. Steve sent a car.”

“Oh,” Cas frowned in her doped up way. “Where’s Stevie, anyway? Dickhead always sees me when I’m in the hospital.”

“He’s looking for the bad guys.” Bucky growled.  

Someone showed up with a wheelchair. “No, Bucky. I hate those goddamn things. I’m okay.”  

She tried to stand, but he stopped her. “No walking on that foot, Doll.”

“No chair.”  

“Fine.” He scooped her up in his arms. Cas giggled, but the nurse didn’t find it funny. Bucky stepped in front of her. “We’re leave. Now.”

She moved the chair aside, not pleased. He didn’t really care. By the time he’d made it to where the car waited outside the emergency room, Cassidy dozed against his shoulder. He barely disturbed her placing her in the passenger seat of the SUV. She slept all the way to the compound.

Steve waited in the garage. “How is she?”

“Crack on the head. Twisted ankle. Bruised up.” Bucky frowned. “They gave her something for the pain.”

“She starts swearing like a sailor on that stuff.” Steve grinned before growing serious. “The one left alive hasn’t regained consciousness yet. Stark and Nat are running down who hired them. They’ll have something soon.”

“You let me know when we have something.” Bucky snarled. “They took her. Hurt her. They have to pay.”

Steve looked at her sleeping face, cheek swollen and bruised. A dark protective surge filled his chest. “Yeah, Buck, they’ll pay.”

Cas moaned and shifted in the seat, waking just a little. “Buck? Hm. Steve?”

“Yeah, doll, we’re back.” Bucky unfastened her seatbelt.  

“I’m sleepy. My foot’s fucking throbbing.” She mumbled.

Steve laughed lightly. “Language.”

“Fuck off, Cap’n sweet cheeks.”

Bucky lifted her out of the SUV and Steve shut the door. “Bedtime, princess.”

“Yay.” She nuzzle her nose into his jaw.  

“I’m staying with her until you’ve got something.”  

“Sure thing.” Steve brushed her hair away from her face. “She did good, you know. I saw the traffic cam footage. Read the reports. Cas took out the driver, fought the others off.”

“She’s so fragile. Look at her.” Bucky’s throat tightened. “My fault.”

“No.” Steve waited until Bucky looked at him. “She’s tough and this is not your fault. Go take care of her. She’ll be loopy until the drugs wear off.”

On the way up, Steve told him that Stark opened up Cassidy’s apartment.  

Stepping inside, Bucky realized he’d never seen her place before. He took her straight to the bedroom. A soft gray comforter covered the bed, with four big pillows. It was comfortable, soft, but not frilly or cluttered.  

Bucky laid her down on one side before turning back the covers and pacing a pillow to elevate her foot. When he tried to move her back to the area he prepared, Cas began to fuss, pulling at the pants.

“Uh, fucking things.”

“Doll, leave it.”

“No. I hate sleeping with anything around my legs.” She whined. “Help me.”

Bucky swallowed. “Okay.” He untied the drawstring and slipped them down her hips. Swearing internally, he tried to ignore the black lace underwear. On the outside of her right thigh a black line tattoo of a humpback whale breaching the water was about the size of his hand. Bucky let his fingertips ghost over the art before carefully maneuvering the pants over her wrapped ankle.  

Pulling the covers over her, he watched her breath. Even and slow, her lips parted just a bit. Bucky couldn’t help himself, kissing her with gentle lips.  

Her hand reached blindly for him. “Bucky, please stay. I wan’ you to hold me.”

Bucky gnawed his lip for a second before agreeing. He striped down to his boxers, draping his clothes over the chair in the corner. Slipping into the bed, she rolled gingerly onto her side. He moved closer, rather than pulling her to him. Spooned together, Cas sighed and slipped into unconsciousness.

He stroked her arm, touched her hip, before wrapping his arm around her. Breathing in the scent of her hair, feeling it brush his face, Bucky fought the urge to hold her tight. The fear he experienced tonight  was not something he knew how to handle. This was so new, made him feel alive. He did not want to loose it.  

Far too much anxiety surged through his system, too many thoughts chase around his brain, for him to actually sleep. After the the danger of the night actually sinks in, he’s sure she won’t want to have anything to do with him. He doesn’t want to face that he’s not worth it. Instead, Bucky tried to relax into the feel of her. He wanted to have as much memory as possible of holding her in his arms.

A few hours later the door to the apartment opened. Bucky recognized Steve footsteps even before his head peered around the door. “Come on in. She’s out cold.”

Steve entered the dim room, expecting to find Bucky. Seeing him undressed and curled protectively around Cassidy, was something else though. “Uh.”

“She want me to hold her. Every time I try to pull away, she wakes up.” Bucky gave him a small smile, knowing Steve probably didn’t approve.

Taking a deep breath, Steve moved closer to look down at her sleeping face. “It’s okay, pal. I’m happy you two have hit it off.”  

“At least until…” Buck stopped himself. “Do you have news?”

“Yeah.” Steve sighed. “Natasha found out there’s bounty out on you. It looks like the family of a Hydra execution.”

“Someone I killed.”

“You’ve surfaced, and they want revenge.”

Bucky began to get up, causing Cassidy to stir.  

“No, stay put.” Steve put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. “I think it’s best if you lay low and let us handle it.”

“I’m gonna stop…”

“Buck, no. For now, just take care of Cas. Stay here, out of sight.” Steve saw the deep frown cross his friend’s face. “Please, let me do this for you…for her. I promise if it turns into anything big, I’ll call you in.”

Breathing in Cassidy’s scent, Bucky lowered his face to her hair. Torn between wanting to stay and needing to kill whomever threatened her, he couldn’t answer. Her hand grasped his forearm and she pushed closer to him.  

“Okay, punk. You win. For now.”

“Good. I’m leaving out right away. When you’re up, ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. for the brief.” Steve moved to the door, tossing a grin over his shoulder. “I’ll lock up on my way out.”

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Take it on the Run - Dean Winchester part 3

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Warnings: mention of sex, fluff

Summary: After a month long, whirl-wind romance with the new guy in town (Dean), he ghosts, as if he never existed. You are devastated, eating plenty of ice cream, your friend decides to take you out for drinks and karaoke. Maybe something happens who knows  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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"You're doing what?!" I pulled the phone away from my ear as (Y/F/N)'s shrill voice came through the receiver.

"I said I'm going out with Dean tonight-"

"No, I heard you. Loud and clear. Fuzzybritches, are you hearing this crap?" A soft mew followed. Fuzzybritches was as old as I was and, as (Y/F/N) put it, as wise as a mountain. Which made as much sense as it sounded.

"You're involving Fuzzy so you must not be that mad." I said as I pulled into the diner Dean asked me to meet him at. It had become a regular meeting place before he left. It had the classic diner feel and at the same time felt like grandma's kitchen, comfortable and familiar.

"The jury is still out on Mr. Winchester." Was all they said.

"Whatever." I said, not really paying attention because I saw the Baby pull up next to me.

"Like your voice changes when you're around him. You sound in love, it's disgusting." They said, scoffing.

"I'm hanging up now." I said. Dean looked over and mouthed my friend's name. I nodded, opening and closing my hand to mimic their jabber. Dean got out, coming around to open my door for me. I decided to put it on speaker phone.

"Hey (Y/F/N)." He said, a bright and intoxicatingly handsome smile on his face.

"Dean." They said, a grumpy mew following.

"I give you my word. I won't leave like that again. I think you'd hunt me down if I tried." He said, helping me out of the car.

"He's smart. I'll give him that." They said after a short pause.

"Goodbye!" I said, hanging up the phone. "Sorry." I said, leaning back against my door.

"Awh they're fine." He said, leaning over and kissing my cheek. This slight and minut gesture made my heart race. He led me inside where we were sat down in a booth. The seats were plastic cushions that would definitely be sticking to my thighs when I try to get up later (why did I wear shorts?), so looking forward to that. Darlene, the local waitress who had a thick southern accent even though she wasn't from the south, came up to us. Her golden blonde curls bouncing.

"Hey y'all!" She said, pulling a small notebook and pen out of her apron pocket, "Been a while since I saw you two." She looked at Dean, "And don't worry, we got fresh pie waitin' fer ya."

Dean smiled, tapping his hand on the table, "Now that's what I like to hear." We ordered our drinks and food before being left to ourselves.

"So how was your day?" He asked. The simplicity of the question was strange. If what he said was true, he was a a trained gun. He has probably killed people. But he was here in this diner. With me. Enjoying the simplicity.

"Uh, good. Kinda. My coworker didn't come into work this morning. He called in sick even though we were supposed to be working on a project together. To be honest, I'm not surprised. He's kind of a flake anyway." I sighed. Trevor, the coworker in question, was a pretty unreliable when it came to group projects. It was odd because he emailed me some reports last night and didn't mention that he was sick.

"Sounds like a douche." He said, leaning back against the booth.

"What about you? What have you been up to?" I asked, crossing my arms and leaning on the table. He smirked at me, his dimples making an appearance.

"Oh I've been around." He had a look in his eyes, that mischievous look that made me shiver. Because they were oh so similar to his bedroom eyes.

"What have you got planned, mister?"

He shrugged, "You'll see." Before I could say more, Darlene returned with our drinks and food, the subject temporary forgotten.

-

After pie and paying, we left the diner. Dean went ahead and opened the passenger side of the Impala for me.

"Oh what a gentleman." I pressed a hand to my chest. I sat inside, looking over the interior. He once told me that he had rebuilt this car plenty of times. Keeping a few touches that had been there forever. The army man that Sam shoved into the ashtray was a cute touch. He also said that he had shoved Legos into the vents and when you turned on the heat you could hear them rattle.

Dean got into the driver's side and twisted the key to start up the car. The purr of the engine could probably put me to sleep if I stayed long enough.

"I got a little surprise planned, just sit back and relax." He drew out the last word as he turned on the radio. The tell-tale guitar started playing, surprising me.

"Fleetwood Mac?" I asked, they were one of my favorite bands growing up. Landslide was probably my favorite song of all time.

He nodded, singing to the opening verse, "Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise

Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies..." The Chain could get anyone pumped up, it was the perfect song a trip down the road, going plenty over the speed limit.

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"Can I open my eyes now." Dean had me blindfolded with a bandana. I was leaned up against the Impala, arms crossed because of the cold.

"Just a minute, sweetheart." He said as he shut the trunk of the Impala.

"If I didn't know any better, this is some serial killer behavior." I teased. I heard him laugh and then heard the sound of what sounded like fabric.

"Oh you'll see." He clicked his tongue, "There." There was the sound of soft grass under his boots as he walked towards me. I felt his hands pull off the bandana.

"Eyes closed." He said, "Just trust me." I sighed but complied. He took my hands in his own, leading me down a small hit and out a few feet.

"Here we are..." He moved around behind me, "And open." When I opened my eyes, I felt my cheeks getting sore from the smile on my face. He had laid out a large flannel blanket and a couple pillows. There was an open cooler in the corner, a couple beers and fruity drinks inside. There were small citronella candles flickering away. The sun was setting, giving the scene a warm glow.

"Dean...." I whispered. Not really knowing what to say. It looks like it's straight out of a Pinterest post pinned by some girl with too many y's in her name and captioned: goals. But here I was, experiencing goals.

"You said you wanted to go star gazing. And I think it will give us a chance to... Reconnect emotionally." He said as if the words were rehearsed.

"Those are Sam's words." I teased, turning to look at him. He shrugged, "He's useful sometimes."

"It's...this is amazing, Dean. Really... This is all I could have asked for. " I really couldn't describe how I felt. It was so grand and the same time it was so simple.

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We had been lying there for hours, talking about anything that we could think of. Our lives, our families. He was still keeping secrets, but I didn't care. I was lying on my side, resting my head on a pillow. I could tell that he probably snuck them out of the motel he was staying in. The position he was in reminded me of a particularly steamy encounter.

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My chest was heavy heavily, my hair was sticking to the sides of my face. Five times. I didn't think five times was possible. But as Dean put it, the sounds that I was making were payment enough for the incredible things that man could do. He had traced his tongue over every tattoo he could find. The falling angel, the white wing dove, the Mississippi moon, the Celtic infinity knot, and the most sensitive, the crystal on my hip. I sat up on my elbows, turning to look at the Adonis next to me and a softness filled my heart. He was lying there, his chest rising and falling steadily. One of his hands was on his stomach, the other behind his head. A smile plastered on his face, his nose (which was extremely adorable, I didn't know having an adorable nose was even possible), and his eyes were completely focused on me in a look that I could only describe as adoration. Even as I met his eyes, he didn't look away. He continued to stare. Continued to smile.

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There he was again, staring at me now. This look had much more meaning than it did before. It was after we just had sex when all our dopamine was rushing to our brains. No, this was just being in each other presence. No need for sex, not even a kiss, just each other.

"What are you thinking?" I whispered. I wanted to reach out and touch him but I was too afraid to ruin this moment.

He grinned, the tip of his tongue poking out from underneath his teeth, "Do you remember that drive we took? Just hours and hours of driving to nowhere?"

Oh my God, oh God, oh Jesus Christ. Was he talking about what I think he's talking about? Oh God, my heart is in my throat.

"Of course." My voice was barely there, practically a whisper in the wind.

"You told me something that scared the living shit out of me." He said, there was a slight shake in his voice. Okay. Words I was not expecting. The disappointment is creeping in.

"You told me you loved me and I uh..." He paused, not meeting my gaze, "Only one other woman has ever said that to me. She ultimately got hurt because of me." Is he pushing me away? What does this mean? I would hate for my whole Pinterest goals moment to end like this.

"She got hurt because I thought it was safe, I loosened up. I wasn't at my best. Sam was gone..." He shook his head, "Gone at the hospital. He got really sick. My mind was everywhere. But that doesn't excuse that she got hurt. But when I look at you..." He reached a hand out, cupping my face, "I know that no force on heaven, earth, or hell could ever take you away from me. I...." He brought himself closer to me. I could feel his hot breath against my lips, his eye lashes batting against mine.

"I love you."

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Bel Ami - B.B (6)

Summary: You had bigger fish to fry in NYC between your new job, living in a new city and old friend – you were sure in over your head, but who’s that cute stranger that keeps helping you out?(Reader/Bucky Barnes)  

Prompt:  Person A: “Okay, I have something to confess… I like you. I have for the past two years now and it’s been killing me to hold it in this long but I think you deserve to know.” Person B: “You nerd, we’ve been dating for the past two years.

A/N: this is for @sgtjbuccky‘s writing challenge. please welcome to even bigger idiots :)

Feedback is always welcomed.

“Are you telling me that’s the girl Bucky can’t stop thinking of?”

“The exact one.”

“Well, no wonder the date was a failure. You should see the eyes he was making at her.”

“He’s not in love,” Steve remarks as green eyes look at him in disbelief, “His words not mind.”

“That poor deluded bastard.”

You aren’t sure what to think about Bucky and his invasion from before, as the weekend comes closer and he sends you a message to meet near the library close to the Barnes Towers. You are sure it is just meant as a friendship sort of thing and as much as you feel a certain type of disappointment with it all, you are just happy to have Bucky back in your life -- maybe, he’ll bring another dog with him too.

You weren’t sure if in the eleventh hour, you should be freaking about what you should be wearing or enjoying stuffing your face with pizza on the couch and looking for something to watch.   

“What do you think that you should be doing right now?” Wanda asks like she knows your inner turmoil, as she watches you hang up from ordering from your favorite pizza place. She is currently putting on some extra earrings, to match her silver heels and red dress for a night out on the town with Viz.

“I think,” you sigh out, “I should forget about this and fantasizing over being Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman again.”

“Richard Gere again?” she questions as she takes a seat across from you and the shitty little thing you call a kitchen countertop.

“Peek Richard Gere,” you correct her as she laughs. You pout for a second, waiting for the second show to drop as Wanda enters mother hen mode.

“If it’s just as friends, just be casual and happy you,” Wanda explains her point-of-view, “If not, maybe you should--”

“I don’t want him like that, Wan,” you whisper as brown eyes give you a sympathetic look.

“I didn’t spend a whole month see you mope over this Borky for you to lie to me,” Wanda fights back, before cupping your cheek so that you could look at her straight in the eyes. You let keep going though you want to correct her and oh so many things, “But, if denial makes it easier for you, and I’ll gladly help with that--”

“But?”

“But,” she starts off once more with a sympathetic smile, “If being around someone hurts you, you can always cut them off. It’s always in your power to do so.”

“I know,” you remark, thinking about why you followed with your plans from moving to New York from Syracuse in the first place, as she smiles and nods once more before the doorbell rings. Maybe, Viz was here to finally pick her up.  

She gets up from her place and grabs her bag before looking at you once more: “Enjoy your 90’s movie binge.”

“I’ll try!” you yell back as she disappears through the small hallway and you are left once alone.

Now, you aren’t so sure if you could watch the damn movie without thinking of how much Richard Gere’s character reminded you of one Bucky Barnes, though you weren’t exactly Julia Roberts. Eventually, you decide on watching Top Gun instead and ignoring that denial could be an island of one.

As you binge on old 90’s movies to forget your anxiety over tomorrow, you are completely unaware that there is another person pushing all the details that he loves about New York into the itinerary for tomorrow with a lovestruck look on his face -- though he’ll deny it when asked by Steve or Sam. However, with a certain red-head, it is a completely different story.

“So, I am guessing she’s the reason our date went so bad,” Nat gives him a small smile, though there are no bad feelings behind it, “The one Steve told me about.”

“Stevie doesn’t know what he’s talkin’ about,” Bucky remarks as Natasha gives him a skeptical look, “She’s just a friend.”

Natasha tries her hardest to stop herself from singing the second part to a certain song, as she proceeds to shrug: “Sure, but just remember you’re just going to have the same problem again.”

“I know that,” Bucky remarks in frustration as he pushes a hand through his face, “But, it isn’t like that...I don’t see her in that way.”

Natasha just shakes her head before stating that she has to go back to work and back to seeing Clint, because as least she didn’t have the rich kid problems that came with being one James Buchanan Barnes.

Bucky drives the memory from his head before moving forward with what you guys should have for lunch.

You end up meeting Bucky in the steps of one of older libraries in New York City. The weather is slightly cooler than usual and are falling asleep on the couch after crying over The Green Mile for the what seems like the 20th time, you end up taking a quick shower and picky a breezy open top, a light sweater,  and jeans. You aren’t sure what the day is going to entail, but as you see Bucky wearing a simple flannel button up and jeans with Lucas at his side, you can’t help but secretly rejoice over your choice of clothing.

I mean, you didn’t want to seem desperate to the man.  

“Morning,” you exclaim with a grin as the large dog perks up for a second, and for a second with those big blue eyes staring at you and you can’t help but hope that Bucky is as well.

“Hey,” Bucky breathe out, as you take a step down and greet Lucas as well. He can’t help but grin at the sight of the dog leaning into your touch before you get up once more and look at him prepared to start the day.

“So, where are we going, oh great tour guide?” you laugh just a little and Bucky can’t help but feel that butterflies in his stomach as his heart speeds up for just a second.

“The Planetarium,” Bucky manages to answer back, as you nod while motioning for Lucas to follow you. The dot agrees to do so with a bark, as Bucky stays in the back.

And as the three of you walk the busy streets of New York, Bucky can’t help but feel like this is going to end up being a very bad idea.

Bucky ends up taking to around Central Park, his favorite bookstore, and a very good pizza place not too far from Madison Square Garden. You also got to know more about Bucky -- about he has gone a few tours when he was younger, how he got connected to the Service Dog Academy he worked with after he came back (as you took Lucas back), and even a little about his family and how he grew up in Brooklyn with his best friend. In exchange, you talked about Wanda and Pietro and how you moved around a lot before settling in Syracuse for the rest of your school, though you didn’t talk much about what lead you to New York.

“Do you like dancing?” Bucky remarks as the afternoon slowly turns into evening and while you had never been the best dancer, you can’t help but want to try it out with Bucky.

“Here and there,” you remark vaguely as Bucky smiles, grabbing your hand and dragging you down the sidewalk.

That’s how you end up at a place called C’mon Everybody.

It’s a quaint little place that seems to be playing a little bit of everything tonight, completely different from that other club where you had meet Bucky before you knew him. However, instead of standing at the sidelines, he quickly grabs a small table, orders drinks, and quickly moves you to the dance floor. You aren’t familiar with some songs, but you do your best with Bucky’s instructions.

It’s a fast twirl of laughs and bad dance moves, as you move from one song to another, quite unsure of where all of this is going but if Bucky is happy you are as well. It hits you like a rock and at that moment, Bucky dips you.

The world pauses and shrinks to the two of you in the darkly lit room, as your eyes meet blue eyes and you realize just how close your face is. Because if you move your face in the right angle, you swear that you could capture his lips with yours and--

That’s when the song comes to an end.

“I have to use the bathroom,” you admit and thus breaking the moment as Bucky lets you go. You run to where the restrooms are indicated to be, as Bucky starts to move towards the table once more. His breathing was a bit heavier than usual, as he tried to calm down whatever adrenaline and emotions he was feeling from that dance.

“Fuck,” he curses to himself, “What the hell was that?”

Bucky knew deep down what it was, everyone had been telling him so for months but now he was finally facing the realization that he really was attracted to you -- he wasn’t sure what to do.

He really couldn’t do anything about it, unless he wanted a Dot incident all over again. Bucky runs a hand through his hair in frustration over his idiocy and just how much he might actually like you. It’s another twenty whole minutes before you come out of the bathroom and by that time he has already called a cab for you.

“W-What?” you manage to stutter out, as Bucky pushes you towards the front of the dance hall. Your heart is jumping in anxiety and fear over what had happened, but you didn’t think that his reaction would have been so negative.

“I-I just realized I have a long day tomorrow,” Bucky remarks trying not to look at your soft lips and watering eyes, “I’m sorry I can’t take you home, but it’s better that way.”

It’s better this way.

The familiar and all too heartbreaking phase causes to you freeze and move forward without another word, as Bucky pushes you into the cab with a weary smile but you aren’t looking at him anymore. You give the man your address and Bucky spots him a hundred before giving you a brief goodbye. He tries to grab your hand but you pull back and say goodnight.

“I’m sorry,” he states, though he isn’t sure if he is saying it for you or for himself as he begins to close the door.

“No,” he hears you whisper, “You aren’t.”

You pull the door to close completely as the cab drives off. You’re left in hurt and confusion as to whether James Barnes was just playing with to begin with or if he just realized he was wasting his time, as you try your hardest not to cry on the way back home.

Bucky is left standing there on the sidewalk, unsure of what to do next but he knows everything is more fucked up than it should be now.

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Birthday Girl

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Anonymous said: 

Hey hey hey do ya think you can do a bucky x reader where it's the readers birthday and Bucky spoils and pampers her and takes her to Coney Island for the day and it's super fluffy and shit and maybe leads to some smut at the end ;-)) thank u!!

Characters: Bucky x reader

Summary: Birthdays aren’t something you enjoy, but when your most adored super soldier makes a point of celebrating with you for the day, you just might learn to change your mind.

Warnings: Fluffiest of fluffs, no smut (I’m not exactly 100% comfortable writing that stuff regularly yet sorry nonnie), bad editing

Words: 3173

A/N: Fluffy Bucky is the best Bucky. I apologize for my inactivity and to anyone who has requested something but not gotten a fic. Uni is killing me, but I haven’t forgotten about you, I promise. 

You never liked Birthdays, they’d always seemed so trivial to you. The idea that everyone felt as though they needed to be nice to you and shower you in gifts on one oh so special day of the year made you feel strange. It felt fake, completely disingenuous, and you made it your mission every year to hide your birthday. This year was, of course, no different.

“Morning.” Steve nodded at you as you made your way into the common area of the Avengers compound.

You smiled, offering a good morning in return, and moved towards the coffee pot that he’d just brewed, sighing contently at the sight of it still half full.

An unintentional birthday gift, you thought as you poured the piping hot liquid into your mug, the best kind.

“Sleep well?” He asked you with a tired smile.

“I did, actually.” You said, taking a sip of your coffee, “What about you, Stevie?”

He laughed at the name, “No better than normal.” He shrugged.

“Well, I suppose it could definitely be worse.”

The same sleepy smile returned to his lips, and you knew that signaled the end of your brief morning conversation. Steve retreated back into the recesses of the compound, going God knows where to do God knows what, and leaving you to your own devices in the common room.

You sat at the bar stool near the island, enjoying the sunlight pouring into the windows around you as it hit your skin. A delicious warmth spread through you as another sigh came from your mouth.

“Well, good morning.” A voice came from behind you.

That was a voice you would recognize anywhere, because that was the voice of Bucky Barnes. It was no secret that you were utterly enamored with him, at least you were fairly certain it wasn’t. You and him had become fast friends, and your feelings never got the memo to stop growing.

“Morning, Buck.” You smiled as you swiveled around on the stool to face him, your back resting on the island counter.

His hair was messy, waves sticking out, torso graced with a red sweater, a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms on his lower half. All you wanted to do was snuggle up next to him and waste the morning away.

“Y’know,” He began as he strode over to you, “A little birdie told me that it just might be my best girl’s birthday today.”

Your face heated up, partially flustered by his use of ‘best girl’ and partially because he’d somehow figured out that it was your birthday even though you’d done almost everything to ensure no one knew.

“H-how did you-?”

“You’ve got a big mouth when you’re drunk.”

Your hand instantly went to slap against your forehead. Of course you’d told him when you were drunk, how else would it have slipped. Tony’s parties were never kind to you.

“Shit.” You mumbled, “Please don’t tell anyone else, okay?”

He seemed taken aback, “I won’t, I know how much you hate birthdays.”

“Thank you.” You said, letting a breath of air pass your lips in relief.

“I won’t... On the grounds that you let me treat you to a day out today.” He said quickly.

“Bucky.” You whined.

“Look, doll, you’ve got two options,” He smirked, “You either come out with me today and let me make this the most adventurous birthday you’ve ever had, or you say no and I tell the entire team that it’s your special day and you deal with them planning some ridiculously extravagant night for you.”

You scowled up at him harder than you thought possible as he walked over to you, now standing in front of your body. He reached forward and caged you in his arms, his hands resting on either side of you on the countertop behind your back.

“What’s it gonna be?”

You sighed, “First one.”

The smile on his face was enough to make your knees weeks.

“Go get dressed, be ready in 15 minutes.” He turned on his heels and ventured back up the stairs from which he must come from.

“That’s barely even enough time to finish my coffee!” You protested.

“I’ll buy you a new one on our way.”

“On our way to where?!”

“You’ll see!”

With the slam of his door, he was gone. You groaned rather loudly, but hoisted yourself off of the stool anyways, gripping your mug perhaps a little too tight as you made your way into your room again.

You set the mug on your desk and ran your fingers through your hair to tame the morning mess that resided there. With a deep breath, you turned towards your closet, clutched the handle and thrust it open, ready to search for an outfit to wear.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t looking for something to impress Bucky with, it was going to be just the two of you - assuming he kept his word about not telling the team - so this was about as close to a ‘date’ as you figured you’d ever get with him. You hummed along quietly to a tune you couldn’t quite remember the name of as you sifted through your various skirts and dresses and tops, looking for the right combination that might spark something in your favourite super soldier.

You settle for a red knitted sweater, leggings, and blundstones. Red was Bucky’s favourite colour, after all.

Once you’d applied a little makeup and run a proper brush through your hair, you decided you looked as good as you were ever going to given the small time frame Bucky gave you, so you threw on a beige jacket and made your way back into the common room.

He was already waiting for you, his back turned so he was facing the large window that overlooked the lake.

Clad in a peacoat and scarf with hair fastened in a low bun, Bucky Barnes looked like a prince straight out of a fairytale, even from behind. You had to hold yourself back from wrapping yours arms around him from behind and snuggling into him.

“Ready?” You asked, perhaps a little to chipper.

He turned around to face you, a smile on his lips the moment his eyes landed on you, “You look beautiful.”

Although it didn’t answer your question, you couldn’t complain in the slightest. Bucky had always been affectionate with you, calling you sweet or cute - small things like that. But beautiful? Now that was a step up from the norm.

The crimson colour that painted its way onto your cheeks must’ve been enough of a response for him, because he only laughed, strode over to you and swung his arm over your shoulder so you were nestled into his side.

“C’mon, we got a whole day to get through.”

“Are you gonna tell me where the heck we’re going?” You laughed as he lead you out the door of the compound.

“Not if you keep asking.” He said with a smirk.

“Well how am I supposed to get an answer if I don’t ask?”

“You won’t.”

“Bucky Barnes, you’re an ass.”

He merely laughed at your words, and continued leading you down the path of the compound in the brisk air until you reached one of Tony’s many expensive cars.

“Think he’ll notice if it’s gone for a day?” Bucky mused.

“This is a horrible idea.”

“I seem to be full of those.” He laughed, pulling out the keys from his pocket, clearly having planned this out more than he was leading on, “Hop in.”

A small giggle escaped from your mouth, one of pure delight at the idea of hijacking Tony’s car for the day.

Still with Bucky’s arm around you, he lead you to the passenger’s side and opened the door for you. A blush decorated your face at his gesture, as you ever so quietly thanked him.

Once you were sitting in the seat, he closed your door and raced over to the driver’s side, getting in and starting the car.

The roar of the engine was soft and smooth, and you nearly purred at the feeling of the seat heater that turned on the moment the ignition was turned.

“First order of business,” He said when you’d cleared the gates of the compound, “Let’s get you another coffee.”

You hummed happily and smiled brightly at him, “Thank you.”

“Well, it’s your birthday after all.”

Instantly, your heart sunk a little bit in your chest. He was right, it was your birthday, that’s why he was doing it, not because there was anything more between the two of you.

Bucky was a sweetheart, and you appreciated everything that he was doing for you today, but you wanted there to be more behind his motivation aside from the fact that it was just your birthday. He’d become a victim of the very reason why you hated your birthday in the first place.

Bucky was quick to stop and get you another coffee, ordering himself one in the process too. The drive was short, the scenery out of your window not even holding a candle to the man sitting next to you.

There was something undeniably beautiful about Bucky Barnes, and you were never exactly sure what it was. Sometimes you would swear it was his voice, and how raspy and perfect it was in the mornings. Other days you’d be certain it was his laugh, the way his nose would crinkle up. Today you’d bet it was his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes that never failed to captivate you. Even when he was driving and you were limited to what you could see, every now and again there would be a flash of light through the windshield that would catch them perfectly, and your heart would melt at the view of them.

“I like your eyes.”

You were only aware that you were saying that a moment after it had left your mouth. Bucky momentarily tore his eyes away from the road to glance at you, a boyish grin on his lips.

“Thanks, (Y/N/N).”

You were certain you were the same shade as your shirt by this point, feeling the heat rise up on your cheeks like steam rising to the ceiling.

“Tell me a story.” You said, trying to get the topic to change as soon as humanly possible.

“‘Bout what?” Bucky asked.

“I wanna hear something from when you were younger.”

“You always do.” He laughed.

It was true, you were fascinated with Bucky’s life before the war, even if it meant enduring stories about him with other girls, which you shamefully would have to admit made you jealous.

There were many nights that the two of you would spend just talking the hours away with story after story after story. He captivated you every time.

“Just one more?” You pleaded.

“You seem to say that every time too, dollface.”

A pout registered on your face, exaggerated and completely ridiculous looking. It as just outlandish enough to catch his eye, and enough to make him laugh.

“Alright alright,” He said, “This one time, when Steve and I were maybe about 11...”

The drive went by quicker with Bucky’s story. You sat listening intently for its duration until he finished, and instructed you to close your eyes.

“Is the suspense not enough?” You giggled, setting your now empty coffee cup in the cup holder and putting your hands over your eyes.

“It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

You hummed a tune as you listened to the paved road change to gravel under the tires of the expensive car. You tried to hone in on any other clues, but couldn’t pick up on anything other than that.

The car slowed down, and eventually stopped.

“Keep em closed.” He said, before his car door opened and a flood of noise came into your ears.

Voices, children laughing, bells ringing, shouting of joy. You inhaled deeply the scent of cotton candy and fresh pretzels.

A carnival?

Your side of the car opened, and you felt a metal hand grasp your arm, leading you out of your seat.

Bucky lead you for a few steps, the echo of the door shutting long behind you before he finally stopped and let you go.

“Okay, open.”

You removed your hands from your face excitedly, allowing sunlight to filter in through your lashes. 

A ferris wheel stood tall in front of you, you craned your neck upwards to see its top. To your right, a rollercoaster and a bunch of different games to play. To your left, a sign that read ‘Coney Island’. 

You gasped, you’d heard so much about this place from Bucky before, it felt so foreign but so familiar all at once.

You turned to Bucky, a huge grin on your face. 

Sheepishly, he scratched the back of his neck.

“Figured you’d want the chance to see it for yourself instead of hearin’ me blab on about it.” He laughed quietly, his eyes cast down to the floor.

You ran to him and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, “Thank you,” You whispered, “This is wonderful, Bucky, thank you.”

His arms were secured around your waist firmly, his chin resting on top of your head. You giggled happily before taking him by the hand and leading him immediately to the first game you saw.

And that was how you spent your birthday; laughing your head off and playing games and going on rides with arguably your favourite person on the entire planet. 

By the time night fell, you were walking on the LED lit pathway with Bucky, finishing off the last bit of the sweetest cotton candy you’d ever eaten. Passing a nearby trash can, you threw out the stick that had previously held up the sticky sweet pink fluff, and went to go shove your hand in your pocket, but something stopped you.

Bucky’s flesh hand quickly grabbed yours, interlocking each finger within his own firmly. Without making eye contact, he smirked.

“I’d hate for you to get lost.”

You bit your lip to suppress the giddy laughter that threatened to embarrass the living daylights out of you. There was absolutely no danger of you getting lost, and even if there were you’d be able to hold your own just fine. This meant Bucky just needed an excuse.

“Whatever you say, Buck.”

When your eyes landed on the single thing you hadn’t yet experienced at Coney Island, you knew exactly how you were going to end your day.

“Think we’ll get stuck at the top?” Bucky asked, eyeing the Ferris wheel that you approached with excited steps.

“I hope so.”

Bucky looked down at you, but your eyes were glued to the wheel ahead of you. The joy on your face warmed his heart, and he knew he could never admit to you how badly he wanted to tilt your chin up and kiss you right there. But he knew he couldn’t, not yet.

The line was long, and it discouraged you the moment you saw it, but Bucky lead you past it and behind the wheel instead.

“What are you-”

“Ah, Mr. Barnes.” A voice said.

You looked around until you saw the man from which the voice originated from. He was older, graying at the top, clad in a simple shirt and jeans. He must work here, you thought.

“Right this way,” He said, gesturing up the small staircase that lead to the carts from the otherside, “Alright folks outta the way, we got a special occasion on our hands.”

There were some protests, but for the most part everyone in the line was more focused on their own conversations then the line cutting that was happening in front of their very noses. 

“What did you do?” You whispered to Bucky, who had a mischievous grin cast upon his brow.

He lead you into the cart, made sure you were seated comfortably before he took his seat next to you, his arm resting along the back of the cart behind you.

The man shut the door firmly and quickly winked at Bucky before the wheel began to move. You dared to move further into Bucky’s warmth, nestling yourself under his shoulder and sighing happily as you looked at the beautiful city during the fall of night.

“It’s beautiful up here.” You whispered.

“I’m happy you like it.” Bucky said, and you turned your head to look back at him, your noses nearly touching.

“Like it? Bucky this entire day had been a dream.” You said truthfully.

Then that feeling came back, that knowledge that he was only doing it because it was your birthday, and tomorrow everything would go back to the status quo. You dropped your eyes from his, unable to look at him so romantically with those thoughts plaguing your mind. You turned back out to look at the scenery again.

The ferris wheel came to a halt, your cart swining slightly from front to back. You glanced around, looking at the carts below you, and realized you had stopped at the top. 

You whipped back around to Bucky, who was leaning over the end of the cart, giving a thumbs up to the operator below. 

“You planned this?” You asked.

“I did.”

Unable to speak you simply hugged him again, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“Hey there, I still have one more thing to give you.”

“Gosh, Bucky I couldn’t possibly-”

“(Y/N) it’s nothing that big, and I’ve been meaning to give you this for a while.” He said as you pulled away from him, face to face with those beautiful blue eyes once again.

“Okay.” You said.

He let a deep exhale rumble out of his chest, and shut his eyes for a moment, before opening them and looking intensely into your own.

“My gift to you (Y/N) (Y/L/N), is the promise to - once and for all - stop acting like I’m not hopelessly in love with you.”

Your eyes blew wide, unable to process anything that he’d said.

Bucky. Promise. Hopelessly in love. With you.

“Doll?” He asked, his flesh hand reaching forward to cup your cheek, eyes searching yours for some sign of comprehension, but finding nothing. Your mouth was agape, breath uneven as you stared at him helplessly. 

“Bucky.” You gasped, in a state of disbelief.

His eyes shifted back and forth between yours desperately, hoping you’d show him anything that would lead him to believe that he hadn’t made the biggest mistake of his life.

As if acting purely on impulse, you reached for his face and pulled him onto your lips, kissing him when you failed to produce words to answer him.

So you sat at the very top of the ferris wheel at Coney Island, in the arms of the man you loved most in the entire world, kissing him feverishly, and thinking that perhaps birthdays weren’t so bad after all.

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