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bethdutten · 2 years

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Drunk in Love

you get a little drunk at one of tony’s celebratory after-mission parties. and bucky is there looking so fine and-- fuck it. you can’t keep your hands off him.

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another bucky fic nobody asked for! we got angst, we got fluff, we got a bit of smut. now on to the requests people actually want to read :)

“What are you—oh, okay, maybe let’s not,” Bucky nervously chuckles, taking your wrist and carefully pulling your hand away from where it was sliding down from his waist to his ass. He probably should have stopped you from having that last drink.

You grinned, pressing yourself against him and sliding your free hand under his shirt, grazing his abs and licking your lips as your nails scratched along the trail of hair leading into his pants.

Yeah, definitely should have stopped you.

Bucky groaned, shaking his head and taking your other hand out, holding both in his metal hand and gently pushing you back with the other. “Done having fun?” As much as he was enjoying how handsy you were right now, you were in the middle of a party surrounded by all your teammates and friends, and more than a little drunk.

Plus, he really didn’t want to get hard right now, because he knew there were a few people in the room that alcohol did not affect, and therefore would absolutely notice. But who was he kidding—he was already halfway hard from the second you slid onto his lap and leaned in to whisper hotly in his ear how good of a job he did on the mission earlier that day. Fucking hell.

He grimaced when you wiggled around in his lap, quickly letting go of your hands and grabbing your waist to stop you. That might have been a mistake— you just slid your hands up his back, clinging on to his shoulders and grinding yourself closer. Bucky bit back a moan, and he knew there was no way you wouldn’t feel the way his cock was now fully hard in his jeans.

You tucked your face against his neck, murmuring, “M’tired, Bucky.”

Jesus. Bucky rolled his eyes, an affectionate smirk on his face despite the situation you were putting him in. “Of course you are. Should we get you to bed, then?”

You mumbled something, and Bucky almost died when he felt you kiss his neck, nodding. He internally groaned, knowing he could easily slide you away from how you were clinging to him, but also knowing that would only rub you against his cock, and that—

He froze when he caught the eyes of Steve from across the room, who was clearly enjoying the show. He was shaking from silent laughter, nudging Natasha with his elbow and gesturing to you and Bucky with his drink. She smirked, and he could practically hear her now. Chto ya tebe skazal? What did I tell you?

Nat had been subtly hinting that you were interested in Bucky for weeks-- she was the only one that he confided in about his own crush. But while he was flirting left and right and making every excuse to be near you, it seemed it had little to no affect on you. You gave no indication it was reciprocated on a more than friendly level.

Until this party, seemingly.

Bucky ignored the two idiots egging him on from the other side of the room, his protective side now just wanting to cover you up and get you away from prying eyes in your vulnerable state. Even if it meant nothing, he was glad you choose him to cling to-- he would never take advantage, unlike a few creeps in the place.

Extremely grateful you were wearing a pair of black jeans and a leather jacket instead of a dress (although that outfit was not helping the situation in his own pants), he hauled you up and stood, smiling softly at the way you grasped on to him like a koala, resting your head on his shoulder and tightening your hold on his shoulders. He hoped his bulge was at least not at obvious as it felt as he made his way towards the elevators that would lead towards the Avengers apartments, giving a nod to Tony and Pepper on the way out. The traitorous tool gave the same knowing smirk as Natasha, wagging his eyebrows. Bucky ignored him too.

When he got to your floor, he quietly asked Jarvis to let you both in, keeping the lights off as he took you to your bedroom. Carefully laying you down on the bed, he contemplated changing you into something more comfortable-- that would be normal for friends to do, right? Not weird or inappropriate at all?

Except Bucky wanted to undress you under completely different circumstances, and therefore that definitely made it inappropriate. He decided to leave it, instead just wrangling your jacket off you and pulling a blanket over your body, sighing when you reached out and pulled on his metal wrist.

“Stay, Buck,” you murmured, eyes shut and on the edge of sleep. He hesitated, wanting so badly to listen. But he knew that wasn’t what you actually wanted-- you were drunk, and he knew it would just hurt when you woke up in the morning and realized what you did. He was a masochist in some ways (constantly trying to get you to notice him when you clearly weren’t interested, when he really should be moving on, maybe) but he knew this would hurt more than before. Laying beside you, waking up in the morning with you in his arms... what was the point if you were going to regret it.

So he carefully pried your hand off, sighing. “Get some sleep, beautiful. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

But your eyes fluttered open, hand flashing out to grasp at the hem of his shirt with surprising reflex despite your inebriated state. Your eyes were suddenly more clear that they had been all night. “Bucky?”

He frowned, kneeling down so he was at your level, his fingers gently stroking at your wrist. “Yeah?”

“Kiss me? Please?” Fuck. And if that wasn’t exactly what he’d been wanting to hear for weeks, dreamed about and prayed for. It sounded a bit more slurred than he imagined, reminding him that this wasn’t real. You weren’t thinking clearly. He swallowed, carefully pulling his hand back. Once again, he was grateful that it was him who got to take care of you, who got to make sure you didn’t do anything you would regret the next day. Well, not anything too bad.

“Okay, sweetheart. Sleep.” He leaned in, and just as your eyes fluttered shut for a kiss, he pressed his lips against your forehead and pulled away.

You let out an adorable whine, but didn’t argue past that, finally letting the drinks lull you into a deep sleep. Bucky stared down at you, making sure the blankets were tucked carefully around you before filling up a glass of water and placing it next to your bed along with some Tylenol, before he left and made sure Jarvis locked up behind him.

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You woke up with a huge headache, not even remembering anything past the three jello shots Tony practically forced you to do halfway through the previous night. Sitting up, you peeked your eyes open and winced. Your jeans were uncomfortable, and you couldn’t even remember how you got back to your room, let alone in bed. You looked over at the side table and noticed a glass of water and let out a sigh of relief. Nat must have carried you in-- you’d have to thank her once you found the will to move again.

Twenty minutes and a good, hot shower later, you dragged yourself down to the common area kitchen, desperately in need of at least three cups of coffee. Tony, Steve, Wanda and Natasha were already there, chatting about last night in voices that were probably normal volume but made your head throb regardless.

Nat turned when she saw you, a dangerous smirk on her face. “Good morning, sunshine.”

You threw her the finger, grabbing a cup and pouring yourself coffee before collapsing down on a stool next to Tony. “Shut up.” Turning to him, you glared. “You poisoned me.”

Tony laughed, the sound making you drop your head onto the marble countertop in pain.

“You just can’t handle your liquor, lightweight. Although, I really enjoyed the show.”

You grimaced, raising your head slowly. “What show?” You didn’t like the look Steve was giving you, a cross between amusement and pity.

“What did I do,” you whispered, trying desperately to think about last night, but coming up completely blank. Judging by the way Tony and Natasha were biting back grins, it was sure to be something bad.

Nat took a sip of her coffee, shrugging. “Oh, nothing. Beside grinding up on Barnes and groping at his ass until he took you to bed.”

You felt all the color drain from your face. No, no, no, no, no. Anything but that. Natasha noticed your reaction, smiling sweetly. “Don’t worry, he loved it.”

Just as quickly as the color left, all of it came back, feeling your face heat up in an embarrassed flush. You dropped your head into your hands, internally swearing. “Oh my god. Please tell me that’s all I did.”

“Nope,” Tony interjected, the ‘p’ popping obnoxiously. “Then you sat in his lap and starting licking his neck. I think I saw your hand up his shirt at some point?” He looked at Steve for confirmation, who nodded and got a punch in the arm from you for it.

“Hey!” he protested, grabbing his bicep and pouting. “What, it was entertaining! And Nat’s right, any other girl and he would have gone all Winter Soldier on them to scare them away. I think he actually pulled you into his arms towards the fifth drink you knocked back.”

You groaned, quickly getting up and forgetting your coffee. “Excuse me, I need to jump off the roof now.”

Ignoring the laughs, you hurriedly went back to your room, the blush refusing to dissipate from your face. What the fuck is wrong with you?

You were never drinking again, that’s for sure.

But this thing is, you wished you could remember. What it felt like to hold Bucky, touch his skin, kiss his neck. He always smelled so good, and those hands looks so strong, secure. You wished you weren’t such a coward and needed to be that drunk to make a move, but you also knew you were too afraid of rejection to do anything about it when you were sober.

Bucky was perfect. He made you laugh, always calmed you down when you felt anxious, listened when you needed someone. You fell for him quickly, hard. It was impossible not to-- he was sweet, he remembered things about you that made your heart clench every time. And he was sexy as hell.

And he flirted with you all the time. Except, he flirted with all the women on the team, and any cute SHIELD girls, too. That was just part of his charm, effortlessly making women fall in love with him left and right. You knew he didn’t see you as more than a friend, that it was all a bit of fun to him. Too bad it meant way more to you.

When you got to your apartment, you gulped down some Tylenol and dropped down on the couch, squeezing your eyes shut in the hopes that you would maybe just simply disappear.

Only-- you suddenly got flashes of memories from last night instead.

Your hands on Bucky’s belt, pulling him closer against you.

Under his shirt, feeling his heated skin against your palms.

Your lips on his neck, kissing behind his ear.

Straddling his thighs, sliding back in his lap, feeling his hard--

You shot up, ignoring the pounding in your head and dizziness that left spots in front of your eyes. Holy fuck.

Before you could panic too much, you heard a knock at you door. You guessed it was Natasha, coming around to needle you even more about your incessant crush on Bucky and how you went way too far last night. Christ, you’d been grinding against his dick in the middle of a crowded room, what the fuck--”

Pulling the door open, you froze.

Bucky stood there, looking every bit a Greek god, tight black t-shirt and jeans showing off his thick thighs and amazing ass you had your hands on last night, apparently. He was holding a bottle of Gatorade in one hand and a Starbucks cup in the other, that beautiful smile lighting up the room already.

“Hey. Thought you could use these.”

You don’t think you could be any more embarrassed. You’d changed into more comfortable sweats and a sweater, but you hadn’t even washed off your makeup from last night off, too focused on getting coffee immediately, and you knew you looked a mess. After practically assaulting his last night, you couldn’t imagine what the hell he was doing here.

You cleared your throat, stepping to the side. “Uh, hey, Buck. Yeah, actually. Thank you, that’s really... sweet.” You blushed, following him back over to the couch and sitting on the opposite side.

He handed over the Gatorade first, instructing, “Drink.”

You nodded, taking it and chugging it quickly. It was your favourite flavour, and it left a warm feeling in your chest knowing he’d come over to look after you, even after how you’d treated him last night. It was so... hot? Was it possible for him to get even more attractive by taking care of you?

When you finished, he handed over the Starbucks cup with a grin, settling into the couch. “Feel better?”

You took a sip then nodded, not surprised he got your favourite order that no one else seemed to remember. God, he was amazing. “A bit. Thanks-- again.”

He just gave you a soft smile, nodding. “I was a little afraid you weren’t gonna wake up this morning, you seemed pretty out of it when you fell asleep.”

You almost choked on your next sip, wiping a dribble of coffee off your bottom lip. “Oh my god, you were the one that brought me back? Jesus, Bucky, I’m so sorry--”

“It’s fine, I wanted to make sure you got back safe,” he assured you, licking his lips. You tried not to stare, but it almost looked like he was doing the same to you. “Besides, you were already in my lap, wasn’t that difficult to get you here.” he added with a smirk.

You could just die. You wanted to just die. Hiding your face behind your coffee cup, you mumbled, “I’m really sorry about that. I’m never drinking again.”

Bucky snorted, but didn’t comment, sitting back and watching you carefully. “What do you remember?”

You thought back to the memories that just came to you a moment ago, how handsy you were with him by the end of the night, the way you were practically dry humping him in front of your friends. How he clearly wasn't unaffected-- this made you blush, and Bucky tilted his head as he watched you. You swallowed, shrugging. “Just being all over you. That was really inappropriate, so I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship, Buck.”

Bucky didn’t have the excuse of alcohol, so he couldn’t very well apologize for letting you get handsy with him, knowing he could have stopped you at any time. He didn’t want to stop you. And, yeah, you made him uncomfortable, but only because a huge hard-on in tight jeans with no possibility of release wasn’t the ideal position he wanted to be in. Not because anything you were doing wasn’t happily received.

This was it. He could just brush it off, say it would never ruin your friendship, and that you had nothing to be sorry about, it was just the drinks. He could let you off the hook and never mention it again, never mention how he felt about you. You didn’t remember how his body reacted to you on his lap, or how he shivered when your lips pressed against his neck, or asking him to kiss you goodnight. But--

“You asked me to stay.” He had all the right words sitting right there on his tongue, and those are the ones that came out instead.

You looked over at him, eyes wide. “I-- I did?”

He nodded, deciding to just go for it. He’d already shown his hand-- time to lay it out on the table. “You asked me to stay, and to kiss you. I wanted to. I would have. But you were drunk and I would never take advantage of you like that.” he paused, eyes dropping as he summoned the courage to continue. He looked back up at you through his lashes, meeting your eyes and tried to convey the depth of his feelings, how sincere and hopeful he was. “But if you asked me now, I’d do it.”

You were speechless. Was this a dream? Did you pass out on the couch and that knock on the door was the beginning of an extremely realistic and ridiculous dream? You didn’t remember saying those things to Bucky, but goddamn it, you wished he wasn’t such a good guy and he’d listened to you. Held you and kissed you and woken up beside you. That would have been the greatest surprise of your life.

The silence stretched on too long-- Bucky realized he just crossed the line, that you didn’t see him as anything more than a friend, you were just drunk and embarrassed to have said things you would never say sober. And now he’d just wrecked it all, shown you how badly he wanted you, and you didn’t know how to let him down easy. God, you were so sweet even as you ripped his heart out of his chest.

Not wanting to prolong the pain any longer, he gave you a tight smile, shaking his head. “Anyway, I hope you feel better. We don’t need to talk about last night again, it never happened, yeah?” He went to stand, but your hand flew out and grabbed his metal wrist, much like it did last night. The look on your face was just as alert and determined.

“Bucky. Stay with me. Kiss me.”

He froze, then smoothly pulled you into his lap, taking the coffee from your hands and placing it on the table before cupping your face and kissing you, deep but sweet. His tongue begged for entrance and you easily allowed it, letting him lick into your mouth and moaning softly as he pulled you closer against his body.

You don’t know how long it lasted, only that it was the best feeling in the entire world and by the time he pulled away, it wasn’t just you and Bucky, it was youandBucky and you never wanted to be too far apart from that again.

He let out a self-conscious chuckle, and it wasn’t until you shifted slightly that you felt how hard he was underneath you, the bulge pushing right against your core. You bit back a whimper, whispering, “Now I remember that. Hard to forget.”

Bucky let out a full on laugh at that, before he leaned in and kissed you again, a smile on his lips. “Hard? Yeah. I’d say so. You should keep your hands off me if you don’t like it.”

You rolled your eyes, grinding down slightly and grinning at the choked-off moan he made. “Who said I didn’t like it?”

Grabbing you hips, Bucky tried to take control, nipping at your jaw and thrusting up, which only made you want to kiss him even more. “Well, it’s all yours, sweetheart. Could have had it last night, too, if you weren’t so out of it.”

You moaned, leaning your head back to give him more room to suck marks onto your skin and gasping when he bucked up against your core again. “I don’t regret getting drunk last night anymore,” you breathed out, pulling away enough to meet his eyes. “Not if it finally got me you.”

A wave of emotion hit Bucky, out of place in the situation yet completely genuine all the same. God, he loved you so much. He’d waited so long, and now he might have to actually thank Tony fucking Stark of all people for his stupid jello shots and ridiculous parties.

“Me too,” he whispered, before smacking your ass with a grin. “But no more grinding on me in public, baby. That’s for my eyes only.”

#creative title I know #creative concept I know #bucky #Bucky Barnes #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #james bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes friends to lovers #my fav trope

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newtdrawz · 6 months

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WAITWAITWAIT HEADCANONS FOR TWO AND PONYS FRIENDSHIP?!(!(!(&(& PLEEEEASEE I LOVE YOUR HCS

YESE AHHH I'm so glad cuz I love making them 😭

I love Two-bit with my whole heart and I love their friendship SO MUCH 😭😭 the amount of older brother figures this kid has is insane 😭

OK SO,,

Two honestly loves Pony, loves him like a brother and Pony does too

When Two first met Pony he was pretty young (idk the ages of the gang when they all first met and I cannot find it anywhere 😭 so I'm taking it into my own hands) and he was honestly obsessed with him

Two always wanted a little brother so whenever Pony would tag along with his brothers Two would be pretty happy abt it while mostly everyone else was a little annoyed lol

Two was never really bothered when Pony followed him around or asked him a million questions while they were all out with the gang

Two always tries to get Pony out of his comfort zone, but not the way Dally does 😭😭

Two tries to encourage Pony to get out of his shell and get out more

He tries to get him to talk to girls more too (which honestly most of the time goes south 😭😭)

Two was really the only one who was able to get Pony out of the house after Mr. And Mrs. Curtis died, he was persistent enough that it ended up working (Soda and Darry thanked him a million times but Two-bit said it was no big deal) (he does the same thing after Johnny and Dally)

Two will steal gifts for Pony while Pony makes gifts for Two

Two-bit will steal art supplies for Pony or anything that he see's and makes him think of Pony

One time he stole like a pack of bookmarks that he thought where funny ("you'll never believe what I found, it's bookmarks with worms reading books!")

Pony will try and draw Two's favorite cartoon characters, especially Mickey Mouse, and give them to him

Two gets really excited each time and he'll hang them around his room at home or keep them safe in a box

Two has unspoken permission from Darry and Soda to give Pony talking to's when he does something stupid

Two also tries to keep Pony out of trouble the best he can, he also tries not to steal when he's with Pony incase someone calls the cops or anything

If he catches word of Pony doing something dumb or hanging out with people Darry specifically told him not to hang out with (COUGH CURLY COUGH) Two will swoop in, pull him away and scold him a little before his brothers can hear anything about it ("You're lucky I caught word of you doin' somethin dumb before Darry or Soda did. I'm not gonna tell em, but don't let me catch you doin it again.")

Two honestly doesn't want Pony to turn out like anyone in the gang so he tells him out right to not do anything he's doing (like how Dally does) ("You see me stealin all the time but don't go out and try and copy me, alright?")

Two-bit is ALWAYS rough housing with Pony 😭

Any chance the two get they're wrestling on the floor

Two-bit's obviously a little stronger then Pony, but Pony's faster

Two will lift him up or hold him down to try and win but Pony will run and try and tire him out to win

Darry HATES when they wrestle in the house, Two-bit tries to remember to wait till they get outside but he always forgets 😭

Two-bit and school do not mix but Pony somehow gets him to do work

They end up having a class together and it's the only class where Two-bit does the work/homework, only cuz Pony tells him too

Pony is NOT about to mess around in class and he outright tells Two-bit that 😭 (he's not trying to get the teacher to call home and get him in trouble)

The teacher is honestly bewildered (a little scared too 😭😭) to see Two-bit sitting quietly and doing actual work. They're even more shocked when he turns things in (are half the answers wrong? Yeah. Did he still do it and turn it in? Yeah.) (It's not that he's dumb he just doesn't care 😭)

Two-bit always tries to sit with Pony at lunch and get him talking. (Pony's honestly so quiet at school so Two tries to also get him out of his shell there too lol)

Pony honestly thinks Two is the funniest person he knows

Pony idolizes a lot of people but Two-bit is definitely on that list, maybe top 5 of people he idolizes.

Pony would never tell him or anyone that but he really does look up to him

He gets a little jealous of how extroverted Two can be and how confident he is so he tries to copy him just a little bit 😭 (like how Johnny pointed that out in the book lol)

He honestly doesn't realize how many mannerisms he's picked up from Two until someone points it out (Steve's the first to point it out and Pony gets so embarrassed but Two is honestly overjoyed by it)

Ah ok!! This one was really fun to do too!! I loves this duo sm 😭

I hope I did them justice 🙏 again anyone feel free to add on!!

(Again sorry if there's any spelling mistakes or if this is ooc 😭😭 I'm trying man)

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