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endless-summer-soldier · 8 months

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fair catch

pairing: CollegeFootballPlayer!Bucky x CollegeAthlete!Reader

summary: Y/N joins the football team to prove a point and the last thing Bucky expected out of the season was to fall for the new kicker

warnings: slight injury, slight alcohol use, mostly fluff though

word count: 5.7k

taglist: @tellmealovestory @mrs-bucky-barnes106 @charmedbysarge @theroyalmanatee @ozwriterchick @aya-fay @differenttyphoonwerewolf @sebsgirl71479

Coach Fury blew the final whistle, signaling practice was over. Bucky sighed in relief and jogged over to the bench to dump a cup of water on his head. This was their last two-a-day practice due to the semester starting the following day.

“Listen up! I have an announcement to make.” Fury was standing there with the other coaches and a small female, probably a student. Bucky figured she might be the new manager of the football team, a spot typically occupied by co-eds who wanted to hook up with football players.

Once the team was circled up, Fury continued, “I’d like you all to meet Y/F/N Y/L/N. She’s our new kicker.”

Bucky felt Sam suppressing a cough as his water went down the wrong pipe. There was silence as the new teammate stood there, smiling confidently at them all.

Bucky’s first thought was that she was adorable, but she was tiny. She certainly didn’t have the build of a football player.

Steve was the first person to speak up, “Coach, Parker’s our kicker.”

“And Parker couldn’t hit the side of a barn with a frying pan.” The group chuckled and Peter shrugged, knowing he wasn’t a skilled kicker. “With Y/L/N as our kicker we can move Parker to holder.”

It wasn’t a bad thought. Parker missed more field goals than he made but he had good hands. He could catch and place the ball in the proper place pretty quickly.

“Y/L/N will practice with us tomorrow so you can all evaluate her skills then. Anything you’d like to add?” He asked her.

She provided them with a tightlipped smile and said, “Happy to be here.” The huddle evaporated as the team collected their things and headed to the locker room. Bucky wasn’t surprised when Steve approached Y/N immediately and shook her hand, acting as the captain and welcoming her to the team.

“Well this is new,” Sam said.

Bucky shrugged, “I mean as long as she can put points on the board, I don’t mind it.”

“Are you worried?” he asked.

“Worried? What would I be worried about?”

“I don’t know, Buck. She seems like your type.”

“I don’t have a type,” he responded.

“Sure you do. Dark hair, small stature, dry sense of humor.”

“How could you possibly know what sense of humor she has?”

“Oh, I don’t. I’m just speculating.”

“You are something else,” he said, shaking his head. They made their way into the locker room and ran into Steve on the way.

“Hey, you two busy after this?” Steve asked. Bucky and Sam both shook their heads and Steve added, “Good, because I told Y/N I’d take her out for a drink. Just thought it might be nice to get to know a few people off the field.”

“How captain-ly,” Sam mocked. Steve could read their expressions and knew they weren’t stoked about the situation.

“Come on, just come by for one drink. Be good teammates.”

“One drink, and you’re buying,” Bucky said. He could never say no to Steve.

“Deal,” Steve replied.

“So, why join the football team?” Sam bluntly asked. Steve had been driving most of the conversation, asking Y/N about where she grew up and her major. But Sam didn’t have the patience for pleasantries. Steve shot Sam a look as soon as the question was out of his mouth, and Sam merely shrugged.

“I’ve been waiting for that one,” she grinned, taking a big swig of her beer. “You probably won’t like this answer, but it's a bit of a political move. I was the captain of the women’s soccer team and we just found out that our program was cut, along with a few other women’s sports teams. Apparently we didn’t bring in enough money for the school, despite making the playoffs the past eight years. I couldn’t just sit back and let the administration win, so I figured I’d join the football team, try to get some media attention so I could talk about the lack of funding for women’s soccer.”

Whatever answer Bucky was expecting, it certainly wasn’t that.

“That’s pretty badass,” Bucky said.

“So…you don’t have any interest in football,” Sam stated, more than asked.

“Look, I’m an athlete. Every time I step out onto the field, I’m playing to win. And I’m actually pretty decent at kicking a football. I grew up with three older brothers so I was practically raised on the football field. Even though my motives may be a little murky, I am fully dedicated to this team.”

“Now that’s what we like to hear,” Steve said, grinning.

“But actually, where do we fall within the division?” she asked.

The three players looked at each other, trying to determine how to answer that question.

“We have solid talent, we’ve just been…unlucky the past few years,” Steve said.

“What does that mean?” she retorted, with a raised eyebrow.

“Sam was injured most of last season and he’s our best and fastest wide receiver, so that hurt,” Bucky said.

“You're telling me,” Sam agreed.

“Then we went through a few offensive coordinators until we found one that…meshed with the team.” Steve said.

“The team or the coach?” Y/N bemused.

“The coach,” they all mumbled in unison.

“So Fury’s a hard ass?”

“You could say that. He’s harsh, but fair. And he genuinely knows his way around the gridiron,” Steve stated.

“He is a great coach, just not everyone appreciates his coaching style,” Sam added.

“Coulson has been a great addition so far. He’s kind of balanced Fury out a bit. And his offensive routes have been working pretty well so far,” Bucky commended.

“Got it, so don’t get on Fury’s bad side. Is there anyone else I should be worried about?”

“Just Bucky. He gets cranky if he hasn’t eaten enough,” Sam joked. Bucky nudged him playfully while his teammates laughed.

“We’ve got a great squad. And we really do need a strong kicker. So if you can prove to the guys that you have talent, you’ll earn their respect and they won’t mess with you.”

“Good to know.” Everything about her demeanor was calm, cool, and collected. She didn’t seem to be the least bit intimidated about joining the team. She was able to hold her own and didn’t care about what the guys thought of her. Bucky couldn’t help but admire that energy. He sensed that his friends were fond of her too and he expected they’d defend her if any of the other teammates decided to get mouthy.

“Well, I appreciate you guys taking me out for a drink, but I do need to get back. Still have some unpacking to do.” She left a few dollar bills on the table to cover her drink, even though Steve told her it was unnecessary. She was just as stubborn as he was.

Once she left the bar, Steve was the first to speak. “I like her. I think she’s going to be really good for the team.”

“I think she’s going to be trouble,” Sam said.

“Trouble?” Steve echoed, looking for an explanation.

“Half the team is going to fall in love with her. Including this one,” Sam said, signaling towards Bucky.

“What? You’re crazy, man,” Bucky argued.

“Alright, whatever you say. But I’m going to reference this moment when I give the best man speech at your wedding.”

Bucky rolled his eyes as Steve studied his face, trying to figure out if Sam was right. As Bucky’s oldest friend, he could usually read him like a book when it came to women. Which is why Bucky avoided eye contact, trying to hide any tells he might have.

Steve let out a knowing smile, realizing Sam was right.

It was the day before their first game of the season and they had just finished up practice. Bucky felt oddly content with the team. They had finally gotten into a good rhythm and he felt they were prepared for their first game against Millersville, which was one of their local rivals. They had lost that past few match ups, but Bucky liked their chances this time around.

As the team drank down their water and collected their belongings, Steve cleared his throat calling their attention.

“Listen up. Y/N has something she’d like to say.”

“Thanks Cap. I want to let you know that there will be an article in the Inquirer about me and I felt like I should explain myself to you before you read it. The reason I joined this team is because I was the captain of the women’s soccer team on campus, before they cut the program for budgetary reasons. Several sports teams were cut, all of them being women’s sports teams. There are so many female athletes here on scholarship that are now going to have to transfer out and qualified coaches are now out of a job, and it's completely unfair. So I joined the team, knowing it would get people talking and hopefully some attention would be brought on this injustice. I’m hopeful that some prominent alumni might make some donations to save some of the programs.” She paused, trying to read the reactions of her teammates, but she was mostly getting blank stares.

“I want all of you to know that I take my spot on this team very seriously, and I will do my job to help us win tomorrow. I am committed to all of you and to Coach Fury. I don’t want you to think of me any differently, I just want to be treated like a teammate. So if any of you have any questions or want to say anything, feel free.”

It was silent for a moment. Bucky exchanged eyes with Sam, wondering if they should be some of the first ones to speak up.

“That’s awesome,” Peter said, breaking the silence. “I mean not the part about the soccer team, but the other stuff.”

“Badass,” Sam said, hoping to influence the others.

“Just don’t go leaving us once the soccer team comes calling, okay?” Bucky joked, shooting her a smile that she returned.

“Alright, bring it in,” Thor directed, fanning the team into a sweaty, smelly group hug around Y/N. She tried to protest but it was no use. She emerged from the group gagging and inhaling the fresh air.

Bucky caught up with her as she collected her water jug and helmet.

“That went well,” he commented.

“Honestly, such a relief. I thought Tony was going to have me exiled.”

“Nah, he loves to stick it to the man.”

“Well, thanks for the support.”

“I’m your teammate. I’m always gonna have your back.”

The game was tied 17-17 with two minutes left in the fourth quarter. Bucky was correct in thinking they were pretty evenly matched against their rival. Their defense was struggling a bit, but the offense was doing well putting points on the board. Bucky had scored a touchdown in the first half and Steve had rushed one in on a quarterback sneak play. Y/N had pulled her weight by making both extra points and a field goal right before halftime. And now they were running on third down at the 30-yard line, hoping to pick up a few more feet so that she could easily kick another field goal. Scott ran the ball another few yards and was tackled down at the 27, which put them in good field position for a field goal. The refs moved the chains and the offense ran off the field, as the field goal unit ran on.

“You got this,” Bucky said to her, giving her a pat on the shoulder as she ran out to her position. Peter knelt on the ground, ready to receive the snap as Y/N lined herself up and took a few steps back.

Peter called for the ball, essentially starting the play and Bucky immediately saw one of the defenders jump over one of the lineman, clearly crossing the line of scrimmage before the ball had even been snapped. Yellow flags were flung in the air by the refs and gently floated down, but the play was already in motion and couldn’t be stopped. The ball reached Parker and he deftly turned the laces, as Y/N ran forward and kicked the ball, aiming between the uprights. Her laser focus betrayed her, as she didn’t see the defender making a beeline for her. Her leg was fully extended when he made contact, bringing her lithe form to the ground with ease. The ball had been tipped by another defender, but it hardly mattered as the ref’s whistles were sounding.

The defender who made the tackle was easily three times Y/N’s size, and Bucky watched as he got up with ease and Y/N laid there, motionless and broken. Peter was immediately at her side, checking to see if she was okay. He looked to the sidelines and waved a hand toward Fury, signaling him to send out the trainer. Helen grabbed her kit and sprinted out alongside Fury.

Rage crept up on Bucky quickly, but what set him off was when the defender high fived his teammate, proud of himself. The attack felt personal. He knew he left early and continued on anyway, determined to pin the female kicker.

Bucky dropped his helmet and sprinted out onto the field shoving the defender to the ground. “What the fuck was that!” Bucky grunted. He wanted this guy to take off his helmet so he could give him a black eye.

Suddenly Steve was in front of him, separating Bucky from his new enemy. Sam must’ve been behind him, giving him a bearhug and pulling him backwards. Bucky wasn’t giving up though, he fought his two teammates trying to get through to the defender.

“Bucky, it’s not worth it,” Steve said, pushing him backwards. “Let it go.”

“She’s not moving, Steve. He did that to her!”

“She’s gonna be okay. Cho’s out there.”

“Who does that guy think he is!” Bucky seethed.

“He’s a jackass. But don’t stoop to his level,” Sam said. More of the players had come out to break up the fight. The refs were directing both teams to go back to their benches. They should all be taking a knee right now, but the tension was too high.

Then the ref pointed toward him and pointed to the locker rooms, ejecting him from the game. He did the same for the defender who tackled Y/N. Sam walked him toward the locker room to ensure he wouldn’t stage another attack. Steve corralled the rest of the team back to the bench to take a knee.

When Bucky got into the locker room, he had to let out his frustration. He punched his locker until his knuckles started bleeding. He barely felt the pain, he just kept thinking about the asshole who laid out his teammate. He finally calmed himself down with some deep breaths and decided to take a shower. As soon as the game was called, he was going to check on her.

Y/N woke up lying on a bed in the training room and immediately felt the pain in her head. She let out an unconscious groan and suddenly two figures were by her side.

“Y/N! You’re up,” Steve said, still fully dressed in uniform. Helen started checking her pupils and did a basic examination.

“What happened,” she mustered. Helen handed her a bottle of water and placed two pills in her palm. She swallowed the pills without question and chugged most of the water.

“One of the defensive lineman was offside for the kick and laid you out. Ended up with a roughing the kicker penalty and he got himself ejected.”

“But did we win?” she asked.

Steve chuckled, “Yeah, the 15 yard penalty gave us a new set of downs and Lang ran it in for the game winning touchdown.”

“Thank god. You wouldn’t have heard the end of it if you let that guy lay me out and then lost the game.” Steve smiled at her again. At least she seemed to be in good spirits. Helen placed a cold compress on her forehead and concluded her examination.

“I’ve never seen a brawl breakout like that on the field,” Cho stated.

“A brawl!?” Y/N clamored. “And I missed it? What happened?”

“Bucky charged the field. He pushed the guy that tackled you and almost knocked his head off. Took Sam and I to hold him back. I’ve never seen him like that before.”

“Is he okay?” Y/N asked.

“Oh he’s fine. Refs ejected him and the other guy before it got too out of hand.”

“Y/N, how are you feeling?” Helen asked.

“I mean my head hurts like a bitch, and I feel a little sore on my sides. But I think that’s about it for now.”

Helen nodded, “I think you have a few fractured ribs and you might have a concussion. I recommend that you go to the hospital.”

“Oh. Do I have to go now?”

“That would be best. You should get x-rays done for the ribs and you need to be on concussion watch the rest of the night.”

Y/N felt uneasy, the last thing she wanted was to spend the night in the emergency room by herself. She just wanted a warm bed to rest in for the night. Steve read her expression and tried to help.

“What if one of us stayed with her all night? We’ll make sure she doesn’t fall asleep and if she starts exhibiting more symptoms of a concussion, I’ll take her to the hospital.”

Cho considered his proposal and eyed Y/N, who was currently pleading with her best puppy dog eyes.

“I suppose that would be fine. But she needs to get x-rays done tomorrow.”

“Absolutely,” Y/N agreed.

Just as Helen was packing up, Bucky burst through the door.

“Is she okay!?”

“Course I’m okay, I’m super tough,” she smiled.

“And that should be the painkillers hitting,” Cho explained.

“She has a few fractured ribs and she might have a concussion,” Steve explained.

“I swear to God, I’m gonna kill that guy,” Bucky muttered, his hand clenching into a fist.

“Easy Buck, it could’ve been a lot worse,” Steve rationalized.

“You’ve got her for tonight?” Helen asked. Bucky shot a look at Steve, confused but Steve just nodded. “We’ve got her.”

Helen nodded and packed up her things, heading home.

“I told Helen we would stay with Y/N tonight, to make sure she doesn’t fall asleep. And we can take her to the hospital tomorrow to get some x-rays done.”

Bucky nodded in agreement.

“I still need to get showered and pack up. Buck, can you give Y/N a ride to our place and I’ll meet you there?”

“Sure, of course.”

Steve departed for the locker room, leaving just Bucky and Y/N. He walked over toward the table where she was sitting and helped her onto her feet. She was initially unsteady, falling into him slightly as she gained her balance.

“Okay, that is not going to work…”

“What?” she inquired.

“Come here,” he put his hand behind her back and reached down to collect her legs, picking her up easily in his strong arms.

“This is not necessary.”

“You can barely stand up straight, I’m not risking you getting hurt even more.”

She didn’t have the energy to fight back. It would’ve been useless as they quickly approached Bucky’s black Jeep.

He gingerly placed her on two feet and opened the passenger door for her. He was ready to wrap an arm around her waist to aid her into the car, but she brushed him off and easily climbed into the leather seat. Bucky shut the door behind her carefully and walked over to the driver’s side of the car.

It was silent for a few minutes as he drove them the short way to his house. Once they were inside, Y/N made herself comfortable on the sofa and Bucky retrieved her a glass of water.

“So…” Y/N started, eyeing Bucky, “I heard you got tossed from the game.”

Bucky let out an unconscious chuckle. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

“Oh, do you make it a habit of starting brawls mid-game?”

“This would be a first.”

“What the hell happened?” she asked.

He let out a deep sigh, placing the glass in front of her. “I don’t know…I just snapped. I saw my teammate lying there, not moving, after a cheap shot and I needed to do something.”

“So you did that to protect me? Because I’m a woman?” There was an edge to her voice and he knew he had to tread carefully.

“Honestly, I think that asshole laid you out because you’re a woman. It was fucked up. And I didn’t want him to think he could get away with that. You’re part of the team and I’ve got your back.”

She studied him for a moment and let out a small smile, accepting the answer he provided.

“Thank you,” she said plainly.

“You’re welcome.”

They were quiet for a moment and Bucky spoke up again, “Steve should be home soon. Did you want to watch TV or something?”

“Sure.” Bucky handed her the remote and let her click through the channels until something grasped her attention.

“What the fuck is this?” Bucky asked, stunned by the blurred nudity on his television.

“You’ve never seen Naked and Afraid?” His expression answered the question for her.

“It’s like a survivalist show. They spend 21 days trying to survive in the wilderness.”

“And they're naked…”

“Yeah, they don’t really explain that logic. Something having to do with primitivism. I think it's just for shock value.”

“Makes sense.”

“But yeah, it’s oddly addicting.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Despite his apprehension, he settled in and focused his attention on the TV. The two made comments and jokes to each other while watching and it wasn’t long until Bucky was drawn in.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when Steve came in and found them on the couch, watching the reality TV survival show.

“What on Earth…” Steve said.

“Naked and Afraid,” Y/N and Bucky said in unison. Steve wordlessly dropped his things and joined them on the couch, asking questions about the show and the episode.

“Why is this so addicting?” Steve finally asked.

“I have no idea, but it’s so good,” Y/N said. The three of them sat and watched episodes for hours, but the time flew by with ease. But the drugs and pain was starting to take a toll on Y/N. Bucky could sense she was close to drifting off, and every time he saw her head bob, he nudged her shoulder to make sure she was still awake.

“I’m just so tired…” she would say. Bucky looked at Steve for guidance. He wanted her to get some rest, but he didn’t want to risk breaching the concussion protocol. Steve pulled out his phone and did a quick Google search.

“It says that technically she can sleep, she just needs to be woken up every few hours.”

Bucky turned to Y/N, checking her reaction at the good news, but she was already in a light sleep.

“I’ll take her to my room, she’ll be more comfortable there,” Bucky said.

“Do you want me to stay up with you?” Steve offered.

“Nah, I’ll set an alarm and wake her every two hours.”

“You sure?” Steve was more than happy to help out, but he also recognized the sparkle in Bucky’s eye.

“I’ve got it,” Bucky replied. Steve nodded and gathered his things before heading to his room. Bucky approached Y/N and picked her up carefully, so as not to wake her. She easily fell into his arms and he navigated to his room. He carefully placed her onto his unmade bed and pulled the sheets over her. She sunk into the mattress and continued to sleep, curled up in the blankets. Bucky glanced over his room and realized it could use a little tidying up. The last thing he wanted was for Y/N to wake up disgusted at the mess. He set a timer on his phone, cracked his knuckles and started cleaning up.

The first two hours went by surprisingly quickly. It helped to have a task he was focused on and he put his headphones in to listen to some music as he worked. He was shocked to find it was nearing 3AM.

He sat gently on the bed and carefully shook Y/N’s shoulder, calling her name as he did so. She groggily opened her eyes, clearly annoyed at being disturbed from her slumber.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked.

She squinted at him, “Tired.”

“I know, I’m sorry to wake you.”

“It’s okay,” she responded, stretching out.

“Do you want something to eat or drink?”

“Mmm, a bottle of red wine would be great.”

Bucky stared at her before she added, “I’m kidding.” He was glad to see her sense of humor was still intact.

“How about a grilled cheese?” he offered.

“Oh that sounds amazing.”

“Coming right up.” He stood from his desk chair and was surprised as Y/N followed him to the kitchen. He poured her a large glass of water and placed it in front of her selected seat at the kitchen table.

Bucky moved around the kitchen with ease as he collected all the necessary ingredients for their midnight snack.

“Do you cook often?” she asked him.

“I try to. I like eating healthy when I can and it's easier if I just cook for myself instead of eating out all the time.”

“What’s your go-to meal that you cook when you’re trying to impress a girl?”

Bucky turned back to her, “You’re about to find out.”

She scoffed, “Grilled cheese is not your signature dish.”

“Sure it is.”

“So if you were going to cook dinner for a date, you’d make her grilled cheese?”

“Absolutely.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“It’s a great test of character. I want to be with a girl who is down to earth and appreciates a good grilled cheese.”

“No girl is going to be impressed by grilled cheese.”

“Talk to me after you’ve tried it,” he smiled. She continued drinking her water and watching him work. Her headache was fading away but her ribs still hurt a bit and watching Bucky distracted her from the pain.

Soon enough, Bucky placed a plate in front of her that held a perfectly made grilled cheese. The bread was a rich golden brown and there was the slightest bit of cheese oozing off the crust.

“How do you want it cut?” he asked.

“Triangles,” she responded, smiling back to memories of her childhood. Bucky slid the butter knife diagonally across the sandwich, creating two right triangles.

He placed his own plate in front of the neighboring chair and joined her at the table. She picked up the sandwich and bit off a corner.

“Oh my god…” she gushed.

Bucky merely shrugged and said, “I told you.”

“How? How is this the best sandwich I’ve ever had?” She continued to eat her grilled cheese, moaning in delight after every bite.

“I’m just happy it lived up to expectations.”

“Oh, it exceeded expectations,” she said, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, as he collected the dishes and loaded the dishwasher.

“Good, but tired. And sore.”

“You want to go back to sleep?”

She simply nodded and he held out his hand to help her up. She took it with ease and he walked her back to his bedroom, pulling down the sheets so she could climb in.

As she made herself comfortable, James let out a deep yawn.

“Are you going to sleep?” she asked.

He nodded, “I’m gonna pass out on the couch for a few hours, then I’ll check on you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“Well, I just want to make sure you aren’t concussed.”

“No, I mean you don’t have to sleep on the couch.”

“You are not sleeping on the couch.”

“I don’t mind sharing the bed. It is yours.”

“Y/N, I really don’t mind.”

“Stop arguing and get in the bed,” she demanded.

He wasn’t expecting her to be so direct and found he followed her direction without question. Even though Y/N was tiny, it was still tight in the twin bed considering Bucky’s bulky frame. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get comfortable. Y/N was curled up under the covers, fast asleep, and he was worried that any shift he made might wake her up. So he just stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore her sweet scent and delicate breathing. And then she turned. She instinctively pulled herself closer to him, resting her head on his chest and placing her arm around his rib cage. He carefully placed his arm around her and gently ran his fingers up and down her torso. He focused his attention on his movements and soon enough, he was drifting off to sleep.

He was startled awake by the chime of his alarm and he didn’t want to move. He quickly turned off the ringer, not wanting to wake up Y/N just yet. She was the little spoon to his big, her petite body fitting perfectly in his.

“Y/N,” he whispered, scratching her shoulder gently to wake her. He wasn’t sure if she was a naturally heavy sleeper or if it was a side effect from her injury, but either way his job wasn’t any easier.

“Y/N,” he called again, shaking her shoulder ever so slightly. This time she stirred, turning so that she was facing him. “Are you awake?” he whispered.

“No…” she replied.

“Don’t make me bring in reinforcements,” he added with a smile.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she challenged.

“Only one way to find out,” he smirked. He leaned in close to her and started tickling her torso, playing her rib cage like it was a piano. She immediately squirmed, trying to evade his attack unsuccessfully. As she squealed, she also let out a breathy giggle that was music to his ears. She flipped back over so that she was facing the edge of the bed and Bucky took this moment to ease up on the tickling and squeezed her tight in his arms. She leaned into his arms before calling, “Okay, okay I give.”

“You awake now?”

“Yes, I’m awake,” she laughed. He loosened his grip and she turned back to him.

“That was not a fair fight. You’re like twice my size. And I was half asleep.”

“All I’m hearing are excuses,” Bucky countered. She pouted at him and Bucky couldn’t help but smile. “Are you feeling better?”

She nodded, “No more headache, still a little sore in the ribs.”

“My attack probably didn’t help that,” Bucky admitted.

“Definitely not. But I didn’t mind too much.”

He studied her face, counting every freckle and memorizing the pattern of her irises. He smiled noticing the twinkle in her eye had returned; it had dimmed after she took the hit but now it was glimmering again. Bucky couldn’t believe how quickly things had changed between them. He never saw it coming. Yesterday she was just his teammate, and now he couldn’t imagine a life without her. He’d always heard about people falling so fast that they don’t realize it until it was too late, but he’d never experienced it before. He leaned in closer, pulling her in tight to his chest, taking in her natural scent, and he planted a protective kiss on her hairline.

“Why don’t you rinse off in the shower before we head to the hospital,” he suggested.

“Hospital?” she whined, “I’m really fine.”

He looked at her sternly, “We’re going.”

“Do we have to?”

“Yes, I’m not taking no for an answer. I promised Cho I would take you in.”

She rolled her eyes before climbing out of bed, “Fiiiine.”

Bucky followed her into the bathroom to grab her a fresh set of towels. As he handed her the small stack, she looked at him with a look that he couldn’t quite place. He guessed she had something she wanted to get off her chest, but wasn’t sure if she should proceed.

“What is it?” he asked, hoping his comment would encourage her.

She hesitated for a minute, weighing the pros and cons in her head. “It’s nothing,” she settled on, giving him a fake smile.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said, placing his hands on her shoulders.

She let out a sigh before saying, “It’s fine if you want to keep last night between us. Not that anything happened, but we can just go back to normal.”

The comment should’ve stung, but Bucky wasn’t letting her get out of things that easily, “Is that what you want?”

Her eyes told him everything. “I don’t mind either-”

He cut her off, not willing to accept her non-answer. He shook his head, “What do you want?”

He was pushing her, he knew that, but he wanted her to hear her say it, to make sure it wasn’t all in his head.

“I want a thousand more nights like last night. Just without the whole concussion part,” she added, with a smile.

“Only a thousand? We’re capping it there?”

She let out a teasing laugh, “Let’s start with a thousand. If you do well, we can discuss a contract extension.”

“Trust me, I’m getting that extension. How about I give you a little preview…” he suggested, moving in closer towards her.

“Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?” she smirked. He placed his hand on her jaw and gently ran his index finger in circles behind her ear.

“Maybe something like this…” he whispered, words grazing her lips. She closed her eyes and waited until he finally brushed his lips up against hers. He pulled her in tighter towards him as he continued kissing her. She couldn’t help but smile as he caressed her lips, knowing full well she never wanted him to stop.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes x y/n #football player bucky #bucky oneshot #bucky fluff

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xoxobuckybarnes · 6 months

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Going For Gold

Words by xoxobuckybarnes

Art by heckalecki / @heckalecki

Summary:

A long time ago, Bucky and Steve used to be friends. From the moment they met on the youth soccer field, they were inseparable, bonding over their love for the game and planning for a future together where they both got to do what they love. But Bucky hasn't seen Steve in four years. Not since their friendship ending fight. Bucky achieved his dream, became a professional soccer player, good enough to play for the U.S. Men's National Team. When Steve Rogers shows up to write a book about the Men's journey to the Olympics, Bucky's shocked. And a little angry. Can Bucky and Steve get over their fight? Can they ever have that friendship they once had?

Written for ShrinkyClinks Double Bang 2023 / @buckybarnesevents

#Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #Steve and Bucky #Stucky #ShrinkyClinks #Double Bang 2023 #fanfic #fanart

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irelandking · 9 months

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college athlete au fic recs

❤️ = fluff 😔 = angst 🔥 = smut

bucky barnes x reader

multiparts:

for the love of the game - @pellucid-constellations

Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it. 😔🔥

one shots:

my everyday - @pellucid-constellations

Bucky Barnes was aggressive, annoying, and—worst of all—a hockey player. Not your type. At all. But, unfortunately, your roommate ❤️😔

friends for now - @buckybarnesowl

Steve, your brother from another mother, is the captain of the college soccer team. His best friend Bucky and your boyfriend Quentin Beck are on the team too. Beck’s bullshit goes too far and Bucky and Steve have had enough, pushing you to your breaking point. Seeking comfort from Steve, you find Bucky instead. ❤️😔

don't end today - @subwaysurf45

The day that you happily upgraded you from tutor to girlfriend all because of a few nice words. ❤️

hail mary - @barnesafterglow

when you start sneaking around with your brother’s best friend, it’s only a matter of time until you get caught ❤️

a little superstitious - @jadedvibes

The school's football team needs a win and a certain blue-eyed player could use a kiss for good luck to help make that happen ❤️

touchdown - @buckyseternal

you decide to reward your boyfriend after he scores the winning touchdown. 🔥

#jock!bucky #athlete!bucky #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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Birthday Week Fics

This is my birthday gift to you from my daydreams (In the week of February 19, I will post the winner after editing it)

#polls #what to post next week 🥰#andy barber x reader #andy barber #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson #namor x reader #namor #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #fanfiction

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writercole · 1 year

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Dynamite Ball Skills

Summary: Taking a niece to soccer practice, Y/N meets a friendly face.

Squares: Soccer Player!Jake Jensen @ultimatechrisbingo

Words: 925

Warnings: Fluff, dorkiness

A/N: This has been sitting in my wips for almost 2 years now. I hate it. I hate everything about it. I feel like Robert Pattinson feels about twilight.

Y/N was frantically searching the living room, rushing to find her keys so that she could take her goddaughter to soccer practice. Her best friends, Bucky and Natasha Romanoff-Barnes, left her in charge of their eight year old daughter while they were on a mission

“TETYA! Hurry up!” Tatiana called from the front door. “We’re going to be late for practice!”

“I’m coming, Tati. I just need to find keys,” Y/N replied as she lifted the couch cushions.

“Tetya, they’re by the door,” Tati told her with an exasperated sigh.

“Oh.” Y/N hustled to the front door and grabbed the keys, ushering the girl out of the door.

They arrived at the soccer fields a few moments later, finding the rest of the team already warming up. Tatiana ran off to join her team while Y/N locked up the car. As Y/N walked up to the field with the folding chair in her hand, she spotted one of the other girl’s mothers, Stephanie, and beelined straight to her.

“Hey, Y/N!” Stephanie called as she approached. “Nat and Buck out of town again?”

“Yeah, something afoot across the country,” Y/N sighed as she set up the chair and took a seat.

“It’s always something,” Stephanie said. “I know they hate being away from Tatiana so much but I’m so glad they have you to keep an eye on her.”

“They really do. I’m glad that I get to spend as much time with my goddaughter as I do. Not many people would step up for their friends like this,” Y/N agreed.

“I know what you mean. I’m glad my brother is as good as he is with Hannah,” Stephanie smiled, lifting her hand to wave across the field at her daughter.

The little girl lifted her hand up before a man with glasses and a whistle called for the team to gather up.

“That’s not the usual coach,” Y/N observed as she squinted at the blond man on the field. “He looks familiar though.”

“That’s my brother, Jake,” Stephanie chuckled. “He plays professionally but he’s out for the season with a knee injury.”

“Hmm. I don’t watch soccer and I know I’ve never met your brother, but there’s something about him. I just can’t put my finger on it. He’s really familiar,” Y continued, losing herself in her musings as Stephanie talked about something.

“Tetya, did you see that goal!?” Tatiana chirped as she bounded up to her godmother after practice.

“I did, Tati! That was incredible!” Y replied, wrapping her arms around her.

“We have a game Saturday. It’s at 8 so we have to be here for 7:30 sharp, Tetya,” Tatiana informed sternly, some of her mother’s mannerisms becoming known. “That means no losing your keys.”

“You know, you could have just told me they were at the door,” Y/N chuckled.

“Eh, not as much fun,” Tatiana shrugged as she skipped away, her red curls bouncing behind her.

“The Barneses out of town?”

Y/N gasped and turned around quickly, her hand on her chest. “Jesus, you scared the hell out of me,” she panted.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to do that,” the blond coach replied, holding his hands up in surrender.

“It’s fine. I just didn’t expect you behind me. Yeah, yeah, I’ve got Tati duty for a bit while they’re gone,” Y/N explained as she checked out the man in front of her subtly. His pink Petunias shirt fit snugly across his chest and around his arms, showing off his toned muscles. The wire framed glasses drew her attention to the beautiful blue eyes behind them, long eyelashes brushing his lenses. His smile was entrancing, something about him so free and weightless.

“Well, I’m in the front now. I mean, in front of you. I mean,” he stumbled, his cheeks reddening as he babbled, making her chuckle.

“It’s fine. I’m Y/N, Tati’s godmother,” she introduced, holding out her hand.

“Jensen. Jake Jensen,” he replied as he grasped her outstretched palm.

“Is that like James Bond?” she teased, noticing how warm his hand was against hers.

“Nah, my firearm is a bit rusty but I’m dynamite with balls,” he shrugged, his eyes widening after he realized what he said. “I didn’t mean -”

“Jake, it’s fine,” she laughed as she let go of his hand. “James Bond was never my type anyway.”

“Yeah mine either,” he confirmed, his shoulders relaxing a bit at their banter.

“I’m guessing there was a reason you came over? Unless you just wanted to talk about your expert ball handling skills,” she taunted with an innocent smile.

“Oh, right. Um. Yeah, so we have a game Saturday morning and Tatiana is on the calendar for the snack. I wasn’t sure if you knew, so I wanted to make sure to tell you,” he babbled aimlessly.

“Oh. Snack,” she repeated sadly. “Okay. I’ll…I’ll make sure we bring something.” Y/N turned and started to walk back to where Tatiana was chatting with Hannah when Jake’s hand wrapped around her arm.

“That might have been the original reason but do you think, maybe, you would um, want to maybe, possibly get coffee with me tomorrow?” he asked sheepishly, the tips of his ears turning pink as he spoke.

Her heart fluttered in her chest as she looked into his hopeful eyes, encouraging her to trust her gut and take the leap. “Yeah. That…that sounds great.”

“Really? Okay so I know this coffee shop like three blocks from Hannah’s school where -”

“Jake,” she interrupted, “Stephanie has my number. Why don’t you text me the address?”

“I can do that. Yeah,” he nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

#writercole #ultimatechrisbingo #I hate it #jake jensen #chris evans #the losers

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summerofsnowflakes · 2 years

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And Now?

Pairing: College Soccer Player!Bucky x Fem!Reder

Summary: Fed up with having your feelings played with, you decide to have some fun with your friend Steve.

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: There's no smut in this series, but there are sexual themes and swearing and drinking, so this is an 18+ series. Also a bit of bit of angst to round of this series.

A/N: So here is it the final part of this series, this is definitely my favourite part. Let me know if you enjoyed the ending!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Fuck Up the Friendship Masterlist | Masterlist

You stood with your phone in hand, frantically searching for your taxi app, though it was impossible to see anything through your tear filled eyes.

The world around you blurred, your head spinning as your breaths became shorter and more panicked.

Bucky called out for you, following closely behind. You kept your back to him as the tears rolled down your cheeks. It was all too overwhelming, you wished you never got yourself involved in the mess.

And now, months of stuffing your feelings down deep within you were spilling out all in one go.

Bucky watched helplessly as you cried into your hands, he was heartbroken seeing you so upset. He knew he wasn’t worth your tears, you deserve better than him.

Despite that little voice inside his brain telling him to walk away, to let you move on from him because he wasn’t worthy of you. He just couldn’t, he needed you in his life and he wanted to make this better.

So against his better judgement, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his warm body. You nestled your head into his chest as your tears stained his shirt.

His aftershave flooded your senses and soothed you despite the panic still sitting on your chest.

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered against your forehead. He only hoped you could hear the sincerity in his voice, could feel it in the way he held your body that he meant it.

“I need to tell you something. S-somthing you’re not going to like.” you hiccuped.

“Okay”

“The whole thing with Steve, it wasn’t real. Well it was, because it did happen but not for the reason you think.”

“What do you mean?” His hold on your body loosened ever so slightly.

“Last night, before we slept together, we made a really stupid plan when we were drunk to make you and Natasha jealous.” You didn’t dare look into his eyes as the words tumbled out of your mouth.

‘And now I feel like an idiot because I forgot most of it and gave myself a little hope that if you never made a real move then Steve would be open to something with us. God I’m such an idiot.

‘I’m really sorry Bucky. I’m so so sorry.”

Silence blanketed over the two of you uncomfortably. You peered up at him, noticing how tight his jaw looked under the orange glow of the street lamp.

He looked straight ahead, off into the distance as his arms dropped from your body defeatedly.

“Bucky,” you pleaded, “please say something.”

His eyes flickered down to meet you, softening when your anguish broke over him like a stormy wave hitting a rock pool.

‘I can’t preach to you about messing with someone’s feelings when I’ve been doing the same thing to you for months.” He answered, the distance in his voice cut deeper than his anger would’ve.

You didn’t know what to say, so you remained silent, waiting for him to say something else.

He slumped back against the bar’s brick wall, sighing loudly, his eyes fell to the ground. “I really wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

He looked over at you as you hugged yourself, your body trembling with sadness. “I’m not angry, you know. I totally deserved it, I just wish it hadn’t been Steve.”

“I’m sorry too.”

“Let’s go home and talk about this properly, too many prying eyes in there. I’m sure we’ve given them all a good show.”

You looked over at him surprised, you weren’t expecting him to come home with you. You were certain he was going to lose his mind over the Steve thing.

You were sure it would be the final nail in the coffin, the reason he needed to walk away from you completely.

There was a small smidge of hope that crept up in your mind, but you didn’t want to hurt yourself again.

Bucky sensed your uncertainty, watched the tension wrap itself around your body and begin to choke you.

“Hey, no bullshit, I promise. I want to talk this out, I want to stop acting like an idiot.”

“Okay.” You muttered quietly, “let’s go home.”

Once Bucky had ordered the taxi, an awkward silence consumed the two of you. You lent against the wall beside him idly, unsure of what to say or do. Terrified to be the first one to say anything and ruin the calm before the storm.

The cold night seeped into your bare arms, you hadn’t bought a jacket tonight under Wanda’s instruction. She thought it was more of a statement to have Steve’s name and number visible on you all night. Now it just felt like a constant reminder of your stupid plan and you were freezing.

Bucky noticed you from the corner of his eye, the way your teeth chattered helplessly.

“Are you cold?” he asked, not looking at you.

You straightened up, standing a little taller to show you were fine. “N-no I’m fine.” Bucky sighed at you and shrugged off his jacket, placing it over your shoulders.

“Buck, I’m fine.” You murmured, but his body heat had already wrapped you in a warm hug.

“You’re a terrible liar.” His blue eyes were stormy with stern care. “I’m not having you die of hypothermia tonight because of your pride.” He refused to break his gaze and you knew you weren’t going to win, so you slipped your arms into the sleeves.

“Such a drama queen.” You sighed, a small smile appeared on your lips. It made Bucky’s heart soar seeing a glimpse of your regular self slip through the pain you’d both caused. Maybe things could be fixed.

“A drama queen that wants you to stay alive.” He mumbled running his hands up and down your arms, creating some more warmth, just as the taxi turned up.

You turned the key in the door, carefully slipping into the dark apartment, the evidence of your terrible plan still sitting on the kitchen sides.

You flopped down on the sofa, closing your eyes as you kicked off your shoes. You didn’t bother turning the lights on, the darkness was more comfortable. You weren’t forced to look at your mess.

Bucky followed behind you, sitting on the arm of the sofa right next to you. You were leaning towards him without even thinking about it, you were drawn to him even though you were supposed to be hating him.

“I’m sorry for kissing you this morning and running away. I’ve felt like shit all day because of it.”

“This isn’t just about this morning, B.” You sighed.

“I know and I’m sorry for messing you around for the last few months. I know I’ve been unfair.”

Fresh tears threatened to fall from your eyes, “do I mean anything to you?” Your voice broke.

“What?”

“Do you actually care about me? Because it feels like you’re apologising now when I look the tiniest bit desirable to other people and you can’t keep secretly kissing me if I’m taken.”

“Well first of all, there isn’t anyone else, is there sweetheart?”

Your mouth fell open, “are you actually serious right now?”

“No, that's not what I meant.” He groaned, “I keep fucking this up becuase you drive me crazy!” He took a breath before continuing. “I know there will always be a huge queue of guys and girls lining up to take you on a date, you’re one of the best things in the world. I just meant this time it wasn’t real.”

“I think you’re missing the point, Bucky.” You pointed out. “You acted crazy this morning when you saw me with someone else. So was it just because you saw me slipping from your fingers or do you actually care?”

He crouched down in front of you, his large thighs either side of yours. You hated the way his body heat felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“I’ll admit, seeing you with Steve this morning kind of broke my heart and the fact that it was Steve made it hurt so much more.” He confessed, taking your small hands in his larger palms.

“That was kind of the point of your plan, right?” He asked, his eyes searching for the answer in wandering eyes. “To hurt me and make me realise I could lose you.”

“Kinda.” You sniffled, a fresh set of tears rolled down your cheeks. Bucky large thumbs were there instantly to wipe them away.

“Do you remember that first day we met? How we talked for hours and missed our first class together.” You nodded, smiling at the memory.

“Well that was the day that I fell in love with you. You were kind and funny, you made me feel totally at ease.” He smiled up at you, reliving the memory. “So if you’re asking me if I care, well then I can honestly say you mean the fucking world to me.”

“But god forbid you fuck up our firendship.” Your heart beat stuttered at his words, but the words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them. “Which has been completely fucked up from the minute I moved into this apartment.”

“I’m sorry.” He bowed his head sheepishly.

“Yeah you mentioned that already.”

“What can I do to make this up to you?” His blue eyes pleaded with you, his pain was illuminated by the bright moonlight that slipped into the room from the window.

“Be honest with me, tell me if you want us to be together. I deserve that.”

He was quiet as he searched your face for something that you couldn’t name. “I- I…”

“See you can’t do it!” You pushed him backwards onto the floor and stood up, pacing in front of him. “You can't be honest, you’re too fucking scared.”

You looked down at him, disappointment in your eyes. “ I can’t keep putting myself through the emotional ringer because you think it’s acceptable to act like a child. We’ve not been friends for a really long time and if this whole thing, whatever it is doesn’t change then we can’t speak anymore.”

Panic set into Bucky’s bones, he jumped up off the floor and towered over you. His hands cupped your faces as a few stray tears slipped from his eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea I was hurting you so much. I didn’t mean to do this to you.” He desperately pleaded, his face centimetres from yours.

He released a shaking breath, eyes fluttering shut as he finally uttered the words you’d been dying to hear. “I’m in love with you, I love you so much it hurts when you’re not with me. I’m just terrified I’m going fuck this all up and lose you.”

He closed the distance between you, connecting your lips with his, moving his mouth slowly. Allowing you to stop him at any moment but you didn’t. When you finally kissed him back, Bucky felt like he was on top of the world.

He pulled back reluctantly, pressing his forehead against yours as you regained your breath. “I want you, sweetheart. I just didn’t want to hurt you but I’m a total idiot because I’ve been hurting you this whole time.”

“How do I know you won’t change your mind tomorrow morning, when you’re sober?”

“You don’t, you have to try and trust me, even though I know that’s not going to be easy.” His shaky breath fanned over your face. “But I promise no more running away. I know I’ve already let you down so much but I want to make this work.”

He closed his eyes, peppering kisses over your cheeks and lips. “Will you give this a chance?”

You nodded softly, “we can take it slowly, but if you get scared, you have to tell. This will only work if you’re honest, Bucky.”

Relief broke out over Bucky’s face and nodded frantically. “You got it, sweetheart.” He connected his lips to yours again, unable to stop himself. Declaring his love for you with each brush of his lips. “We’re going out tomorrow, I’m taking you on a date.”

You chuckled softly, biting your lip as you stared into his deep blue eyes. “Lucky me.”

“No no, lucky me.” You both erupted in laughter at his cheesy line. “I’ll pick you up at 11am, okay?”

“Okay,” you smiled as he pressed his lips to your forehead and slipped past you towards his room.

“Goodnight.” He hummed as he retreated into his bedroom.

You stood in your place, replaying the moment over in your head, unable to stop yourself from grinning. Maybe despite all the pain, it was worth it.

An itching feeling settled in your stomach, you weren’t ready for this happiness to end. You were certain you weren’t going to sleep now, too excited about the date tomorrow.

Your feet padded against the floor as you wandered into Bucky’s room, a sheepish look on your face as Bucky pulled his T-shirt over his head. You bit your lip softly looking at his toned stomach.

“Can I help you?” He smirked, quirking his eyebrow at you.

“Umm… Well I was wondering, if we could cuddle for a bit?” You asked quietly, ignoring the heat that crept up your neck.

Bucky smiled at you, like you lit up the world. “Only if you take of that fucking shirt.”

You laughed as you grabbed one of Bucky’s tops from his top drawer and changed. You climbed into bed with him wrapping yourself up in his arms, you felt the fast beat of his heart against your head. He was nervous.

His hand ran up and down your spine absentmindedly as you settled into this new normal.

“Bucky?” He hummed sleepily just as sleep threatened to pull him under. “Where are we going tomorrow?”

A sleepy laugh erupted from him, “I’ll tell you in the morning, sweetheart. Now go to sleep. We both know you’re not going back to your bed tonight.”

You smiled as you drifted off to the sound of his heavy breath, happy in the knowledge that everything had worked out.

You were happy.

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 6 months

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What are you headcanons about your favorite OC?

Also, are they headcanons if you made up the OC?

Are they headcanons if it's my character? Maybe?? Either way, enjoy my random thoughts about Bucky & Roy because I'm so obsessed with them. (Some of these things are actually going to end up being blurbs once the main series ends, so spoilers for Something There I guess?)

Bucky is a huge baseball fan and gets Roy to watch with her; he throws popcorn or whatever he's holding at the screen whenever her ex is playing.

Her parents, especially her mom, don't always understand how deep her love of soccer is, but they definitely support her and are proud of her. They even ended friendships with people who made snide comments about the gala photos.

Bucky becomes Roy's co-coach for Phoebe's team. She initially volunteers to be his assistant coach, but Roy refused to ever call her his "assistant".

Roy remembers which journalists were cruel to Bucky and ignores them at press conferences. The ones who stood up for her, on the other hand, always get their questions answered and are even offered exclusive interviews. (Once, the cruel journalists all found tacks on their chairs. No one could prove Roy did it, but Nate and Beard thought it was strange that their office was suddenly out of tacks.)

They attend every match they can to cheer each other on. Roy has been known to fly out immediately after Greyhound games to go see Bucky coach the Whippets in an away game.

The Greyhounds have a running tally of how many times each player has walked in on the managers making out around the Dog Track. (Dani is in the lead because he's bad at knocking, although Will has had more incidents than anyone else at Nelson Road.)

As soon as they become official, Ted and Rebecca insist on a double date. Roy definitely moans and groans about the idea, but it quickly becomes a monthly occurrence for the two couples.

When Bucky moves in, the first thing Roy does is set up a display for her Olympic Gold Medal. Eventually, they set up a display for all of their football medals and trophies; Roy makes sure that medal is front and center.

Speaking of the medal, Roy constantly brags about it. "Have you met my girlfriend? She's a fucking Olympic champion" becomes his new catchphrase. Bucky finds it incredibly flattering.

Whenever the US and England play, they get super competitive about it. (And when they start having kids? There's actual screaming matches over which kit the Kent kids wear. They do find a good compromise: when it's the men playing, the kids wear England. When it's the women, they wear the US.)

Speaking of kids, Roy and Buck constantly fight over their kids calling it "football" or "soccer"; all of Richmond has gotten involved in this one.

(I've got lots of thoughts about Roy and Bucky's little family tbh.)

Bucky keeps her name, and Roy is incredibly diligent about correcting people who call her "Mrs. Kent". In fact, Roy's the only person who can do that, and he only calls her that when he's feeling particularly romantic.

I've got like a million more thoughts about these two, they're my everything 😭❤️

#asks ❤️#roy kent something there

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positivitylane112 · 1 year

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☙Introduction:

ℋello loves !!! A bit about me , I am an April taurus. She/Her. Birthday is 4/26. I am 5’2 ½ ft. tall ! I am a brown POC 🇮🇳 [Person of Color]. ਖਾਸ ਤੌਰ 'ਤੇ ਮੈਂ ਪੰਜਾਬੀ ਹਾਂ [yes i used google translate for this , but I am currently still learning]I love reading and writing! [of course I do , why would I be here ? Sorry that was kinda stupid ☠] ← I do that a lot. [put my own personal thoughts & commentary in brackets] I apologize for that beforehand 😅 I find myself doing that a lot in any of my writing. But I will try to limit myself as much as possible. I also love rainy weather , and hot chocolate !!🚩PINEAPPLE DOESN’T BELONG ON PIZZA, get that shit off of there 👊🚩I also hate peas . I hate them thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much. Matar [peas] belong in the gutter. One more thing , I have MDD [Maladaptive Daydream Disorder]. And I use fanfictions as an escapism method. But anyways, I cannot wait to meet you and write things for you. [lemme spoil u bbg 😘 😝]

☙rules & regulations:

♥I will write fluff , smut , angst & yandere 🤭

♥Drabbles are around 800-1k words , full fics can be anywhere from 1k-3k-5k

♥ 🚩THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN YANDERE FICS 🚩

♥ Hate will not be tolerated on this blog, if you do not like my content then block me lmao

☙who i will write for:

fandoms:

♥Marvel : Steve Rogers , Bucky Barnes , Loki , Thor , Clint , Natasha Romanoff , Tony Stark , Sam Wilson , T’challa , Shuri , Kukulkan [anyone else you may wish] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for🚩

♥Star Wars : Anakin Skywalker , Obi-wan Kenobi , Luke Skywalker , Han Solo , Abedala , Princess Leia [anyone else you may think of] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for🚩

♥Lord of the Rings / Fellowship of the Ring : Legolas , Thranduil , Aragorn , Haldir , Elrond , Lindir [anyone else you may think of] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for 🚩

♥Footballers[Soccer Players] : Anyone and Everyone baby 🇵🇹🇲🇽🇫🇷🇦🇷🇧🇷🇪🇸🇭🇷🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 [god I have THE BIGGEST hyperfixation on them rn😚😆] 💚SEND REQUESTS PLSSSS 💚

♥DBH/Detroit Become Human : Connor , Markus , Hank , Ralph [he´s so underrated , god😭] Kiara [anyone else you may want] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for 🚩

♥Resident Evil : Leon Kennedy , Chris , [anyone else you may want] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for🚩

☙yandere oc´s :

Yandere pro Athlete [🤭] : ♥Bandaging him when he gets hurt

♥Him getting jealous over your fans [Athlete reader]

♥Finding out you play a sport[Athlete reader]

💚 Send Requests for him pleaseeeee 😭 💚

Yandere Model : ♥Introduction/drabble

#yandere #pro athlete yander #positivitylane112 #yandere x reader #female reader #athletic reader #photographer reader #sub yandere

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samcky · 1 year

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17 or 5!!

hi nonnie! thank you for the ask <3 i already wrote 17, so here's 5

okay, this is from that football/soccer au that was inspired by the heated rivalry, this is an appendix or an excerpt i'm gonna build a fic around idk yet.

5. rules

The first rule of football is pretty simple - no hand, which Sam finds quite ironic in this case since his favorite thing about Bucky is his hands, on and off the pitch.

Football rules are simple, they are written down and defined throughout the years, debated, and enforced by referees. But this, this Sam doesn't know how to go about, there's no referee to decide what goes or his captain to argue in his defense. It's just him and Bucky, alone and hidden away.

Nothing about their arrangement had ever been easy, sneaking around and hiding, pretending not to want each other as their bodies collided on the field, running away from each other before the sweat could dry on their back. Nothing has ever been easy, but this one unspoken rule they had, whoever wins the game holds the reins in the bedroom.

It was easy and it kind of just happened, Sam didn't mean for it to happen, it just did, and emotions from the game always end up following them to the bedroom.

But now, now Sam didn't know what to expect, it's not that they hadn't lost together before, the US had lost quite a lot, they had lost and they had fucked it out, someone always did better, someone always had the reins, it was easy, convenient. But they had never lost like this, never this important, the weight of the expectation of the whole country was on them, the US had never come this close to winning the World Cup and- they lost.

Sam checked himself out in the mirror one more time and took a deep breath. Bucky's room was only two doors down but he was still very cautious in the hallways, checking behind him, carefully so that no one saw him. When he got to Bucky's door he felt uneasy, unsure, he would have hesitated if he had had the luxury of time, but he did not, he couldn't have been seen outside Barnes' hotel room at midnight, so he swiped a key and was inside in seconds.

Bucky was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, his face was so blank Sam didn't think he even noticed him coming in. Whenever Bucky's team won, or he had scored a goal for the US Bucky was ecstatic, always a cocky grin on his face when he would sneak into Sam's room afterward. and when he lost, god, he fought back and that was just as lovely.

This was something else now, Bucky was quiet, unreadable. Sam didn't know what the rules were for situations like this, so he just walked up to the bed slowly, he wanted to make a joke or say something to lighten up the mood, but he was feeling pretty shitty himself.

He kicked off his shoes and sat down next to Bucky, farther away than he wanted to.

"You missed the penalty kick" Bucky said, turning his head to look at Sam "you have two Ballon d'Ors, how do you miss a penalty kick?" Sam rolled his eyes

"You have three and couldn't keep the ball for 5 seconds" Sam huffed.

"It was fucking Ramos, he was at my feet like a parasite all game" Bucky spat, Sam and his rivalry was played up so much that even Sam sometimes forgot how much Bucky hated Ramos, but then, almost everybody did. Sam wanted to point out that keeping the ball with players at your feet was their job, but he stayed quiet, not in the mood to start another fight.

"do you wanna, y'know-?" he asked instead, vaguely pointing at his dick and hoping that Bucky would understand.

"Nah, not really" Bucky said, shrugging one shoulder lightly "you can be in charge, with kicks like that who knows when you'll get the chance again" He snarked and usually that would have made Sam angry, fight Bucky to prove that he's the better player, but he didn't feel like doing that either.

"I'm gonna have your ass when the UCL starts, just you wait" Sam mumbled, leaning his head against the headboard "yeah, but I don't feel like it either, now" he said.

Bucky stayed quiet, staring at the tv, some basketball game playing on mute, that's another thing Sam never understood, how Bucky watched every single sport always. For Sam as soon as he got off the pitch he wanted to be done with scores and referees and competitions. They sat there for a minute, saying nothing and it starts feeling weird, Sam doesn't think they have spent this much time together without fucking, playing, or fighting.

"Then I'm just gonna, uh I'm gonna go" Sam said then, already getting up to put his shoes back on.

"or you could stay" Bucky said quietly. Almost too quiet for Sam to hear, but Sam did, oh he did and that made him freeze in the middle of tying his sneakers. "I'm gonna watch shitty french movies and eat as much greasy shit as I want."

That was another rule they had, an unspoken one as well, they did not stick around, they fought, fucked, and left. In the beginning, Sam remembers wanting to stay, just a little, after every time. But that feeling faded away with time and the habit of leaving replaced it. But apparently, the desire never left, because the second Bucky asked him to stay Sam's feet wouldn't move.

"Yeah" Sam said, looking over his shoulder at Barnes. Already unlacing his shoes again. "Get me the biggest cheeseburger they have," He said as he laid back down on the bed, knocking his knee against Bucky's. He looked at Barnes grinning at him brightly and wondered if the rules applied anymore.

#i know i said 10 sentences but oops #i knew i wouldn\t follow that rules which is quite symbolic #in case it doesn't make sense #sam and bucky play in different clubs and play against each other like 2-3 times a season #but they also play in us national team and they play together there #anyway #talk to me about football please #ask #prompt game #sambucky #also i'm sorry ramo i love you but i need a scapegoat

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ofenigmas · 1 year

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(Chace Crawford) [THE LOTHARIO]. Please welcome [JASPER SINCLAIR (HE/HIM)] to Huntsville, WV. They are a [34]-year-old [RESIDENT] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [SERVER at BUCKY'S DINER]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

BASICS

NAME: jasper elliot sinclair

BIRTH DATE + AGE: november 11, 1988 – 00:12

GENDER: male

PRONOUNS: he/him

ORIENTATION: heterosexual

OCCUPATION: server at bucky’s diner

BIRTHPLACE: huntsville, west virginia

FAMILY: torrance sinclair - father (deceased), evelyn sinclair née dawson - mother (alive??), jace sinclair - older brother (alive), xxx sinclair - younger sister (alive??)

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: chace crawford

EYE COLOR: ocean blue

HAIR: light/medium brown

HEIGHT: 6′0″

TATTOOS: n/a

SCARS/BIRTH MARKS: n/a

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC: scorpio sun, sagittarius moon, leo rising

MBTI: entp, the debater.

ENNEAGRAM: 8w7, the non-conformist. sexual/self preservation subtype

ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral

TEMPERAMENT: sanguine

ARCHETYPE: the lothario / the jester

ELEMENT: air

ASSOCIATED CHARACTERS: adrian ivashkov (va), logan huntzberger (gg), derek from the swan princess, jj parker (all-american), barney stinson (himym)

AESTHETIC: headlights reflected on rainy pavement, an empty glass of scotch, grins that don’t meet your eyes, expensive cologne, designer brands, golden retrievers, lipstick marks on white collars, sleeves rolled up to elbows, crooked ties, perfectly disheveled hair, being the family disappointment.

tw: death, cheating

middle child of three

the sinclair family has been a member of huntsville for generations and generations, but that didn’t stop torrance sinclair from wanting to be the first to leave. it took all the scheming he could, but an embellished resume landed him a corporate job that was mostly based in atlanta. his intent had been to move the family after they’d all graduated high school at his wife’s request, but he rarely ever came home after that, too busy with his new life.

evelyn didn’t really care about the children having a ‘stable education’, but the man in town she was having an affair with and wasn’t ready to destroy her reputation for, but also didn’t want to leave.

jasper was far from a star pupil, but he was well-known, and one of the best soccer players their town had. it was hid dream to eventually play in the professional league.

he was your typical jock, surrounding himself only with other athletes and their significant others, partying from a young age (easy when your parents were rarely around), prom king, etc.

had two or three main best friends from the soccer team and one of their girlfriends, celia. in his mind, life would never change, going to the same university, no one ever breaking up, his own family he’d made and ... frankly ? liked more than his own. it was a bit hypocritical considering he broke up with his own girlfriends monthly.

eventually celia and his best friend broke up, which he blames as the catalyst for the downfall of their high school legacy, and was quite bitter about the break up, as though that were why his best friend lost touch with him.

he went away to play soccer for the wvu mountaineers, where he did have a potential at going pro, at least until he broke his leg during a street race. his father was disgusted that he’d thrown away his only chance at being worth something, but at least he had his political science major...

shortly after graduation, jasper went back to huntsville for another weekend trip to visit his friends when the storm hit.

a few months after the storm began, his father came looking for them (more out of anger at their shirked responsibilities of following his dreams for them than concern) and refused to be trapped in the town, but was caught at the border by the monsters. jasper was never close to his father, but generally doesn’t like to talk about this. their last conversation was about his being a failure, as usual.

generally is pleasant but arrogant and doesn’t really care what happens to anyone except his best friends and siblings.

has slept with or attempted to sleep with every woman in town.

worked as treasurer at the town hall but got fired for doing.... extracurricular... activities... instead of money-related things in his office. now works at bucky’s diner.

top 5 theme songs:

the hills by the weeknd i only **** you when it’s half past five, the only time i’d ever call you mine, i only love it when you touch me, not feel me

@ my worst by blackbear but maybe i’m the worst, the worst you ever had, tell you you’re beautiful then stab you in the back

astronaut in the ocean by masked wolf i’ma play her for fun, y’all don’t really know my mental, let me give you the pencil, like a stencil, falling out, in a drought

i mean it by g-eazy if i ever said i’m never scared, just know i mean it. if i ever said i ****ed your *****, just know i mean it. – she calls me, i screen it, only ****ing if it’s convenient – yeah listen, i’m telling you, it’s my world, i does what i wish to

ghost by witt lowry “now get your shit together” is what i’m told – used to dream of the top, had nightmares at the bottom – when you feel more like a product than a person, that’s a problem

His Pinterest board is here.

His Spotify playlist is here.

— CONNECTIONS:

FAMILIAL:

SIBLING - { 2 / 2 } - jace sinclair, jasmine sinclair - one older brother and one younger sister

COUSIN - { 0 / ? } - anyone related to either of his parents’ siblings, their family has been around for generations. 2-4. at least half white (although one could be adopted!!)

PLATONIC:

BEST FRIENDS - { 1 / 2 or 3} - celia ortega - this may not be mutual, but people jasper considers to be his favorite people he’d do anything for. at least one was best friends with him in high school and a fellow jock/popular kid.

‘NEPHEW’ - { 1 / 1 } - felipe ortega

FRENEMIES - { 0 / 3 } - people jasper gets along with at times but also wouldn’t hesitate to laugh at their expense

ROOMMATES - { 2 / 2 } - jace and jasmine sinclair - jasper’s family still had a house before the storm so he’s stayed living there with two others.

FRIENDS - { 1 / ? } - eliana kapur jasper is often known to hang out with other arrogant, self-important people in town, but also has maybe one or two friends that don’t fit into any of those categories that he likes to keep separate from his regular life.

ACQUAINTANCES - { 0 / ? } they’ve met before at a party, the diner, around town, etc.

CO-WORKERS - { 0 / ? } - others who work at the diner

ANTAGONISTIC:

FORMER FRIENDS - { 0 / 2 } people he’s somehow managed to screw over whether on accident or on purpose to prove a point

ENEMIES - { 0 / ? } - did he sleep with their ex/significant other/sister/them and now they hate him? did his general arrogant and careless disposition start it? the possibilities are endless

ROMANTIC:

* ✨ i do not plot out ships so none of these are meant to lead to an actual “romantic” ship unless it does on accident from chemistry! ✨

EX-GIRLFRIEND - chloe danuil (a few days in middle school) - jasper wasn’t always a complete commitment phobe, and up until the end of university would date people... for a month or two before he got bored... maybe one managed to stick around for six months to a year and he actually had feelings for her but she cheated on him to rly cement that “all relationships are doomed” vibes?? age: female, must be v close in age if it was high school.

FRIENDS W BENEFITS - { 0 / 2 } - jasper mostly one night stands people to keep it clear he doesn’t want anything more, but there’s a couple people he’s regularly hooked up with and occasionally spends the night with because actually enjoys their company in general too ( i don’t write smut 😂). female, 25+.

OTHER - feel free to hit me up with any other ideas you have as well !

#huntsvilleintro #jasper sinclair ✫✫ ι gσт ωαѕтє∂ ℓιкє αℓℓ σf му ρσтєитιαℓ #parental death tw #cheating tw

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ofstarsandvibranium · 6 months

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There’s a TikTok account that uses AI to make Sebastian Stan into any kind of ..occupation?? Like mob boss, soccer player, lumberjack, etc. ANYWAY, it’s the way those pictures are slowly getting me back into writing for Bucky again 😂

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xoxobuckybarnes · 6 months

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Mags!!! Thanks so much for tagging me in the WIP game!

I NEED to know about the soccer au!!!! As a huge sports au and soccer (football!!!!!) fan I would love to know more 👀

Thanks for the ask Tej!

The Soccer AU is my piece for the shrunkyclunks double bang. Bucky is a professional soccer player, Steve's a journalist, and that's all I'm going to say about it because I'm posting it in 2 weeks!!!

Ask me about my WIP

#Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Steve and Bucky #Stucky #fanfic #WIP #ask me anything #@ohsodebonair

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ultralightpoe · 2 years

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The Rumored Devil - Bucky Barnes

Description : PART 2 TO THE 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU SERIES..... CATCH PART ONE HEREEEEEEEEE

Word Count: 1117

Warnings: Reader is lied to

Authors Note: I am back. and trying to make a better schedule for myself so bare with me.

Bucky Barnes was a bit of a myth.

Rumored to have started a fire in the principal's car, to have spray painted the genitalia in the gym, crushed a kids nose in when they made fun of him and is also rumored to be the sole reason Alexander Pierce transferred schools.

But as Yelena Belova stared at him now all she could think was, how odd.

The man in question was lighting a cigarette on a bunsen burner, metal arm glinting under the school light.

“What about him?” Yelena asks, Nat snapping her head away as Bucky looks up for a moment.

“Bucky Barnes? No no no. No way.” Nat rushes out, shaking her head and refusing to make eye contact. “No one approaches Barnes.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because he is crazy. I heard he sold his right kidney online for a set of speakers. Don’t even get me started on the arm…”

“What’s with the arm?”

“He got shot……by the fbi….. For robbing a bank.”

“Nat, come on, that is ridiculous.”

“No. I heard it from Sharon Carter.”

“Well…. All those things you just mentioned make him the perfect guy for this.” Yelena smiles. “Now the question is how do we get him to date Y/n?”

“We could pay him? But we don’t have any money.”

“So now what?”

“We need a backer.” Nat shrugs, fixing her hair a bit as Yelena raises an eyebrow.

“What’s a backer?”

“Someone with money…..who is stupid.”

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John Walker was a manspreader.

This wasn’t shocking to Yelena, given the dude's reputation, but she was shocked when she sat beside him and he didn’t even bother to move. Nat seemed to process this as well, taking his other side and shooting her a look.

“Can I help you?” John snarls. “Are you lost?”

“No no… we just came to….chat.” Yelena lies, looking at Nat.

“We don’t chat.”

“Well our chat was more like an offer…….”

“An offer?”

“We understand that you are interested in Kate Bishop-” Natasha starts, which catches Johns attention alot quicker than Yelena would have expected. “But they have that stupid rule that if Y/n doesn’t date then Kate can’t date.”

“So…..?”

“Well we had the idea that you would pay someone to date Y/n.”

“Pay….someone to date Y/n?”

“Yes. You would pay someone to take Y/n out on a couple dates and then you would be able to date Kate. No problem. Bing bang boom, everyone’s happy.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Then what are you two getting out of this?”

“Social standing. You see. We want to make a bigger scene at this school.”

“Oh I see. So you help me set this up and in return you use me to get cool.”

“Yes.” Yelena says, nodding a little in hopes that he agrees.

“Well then who did you have in mind?”

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Bucky Barnes was taking a smoke break on the school soccer field, his friend Sam sitting on the bench rolling his eyes at the book he was reading.

“You ever think any of these girls hate each other?”

“Of course they do Buck.” Sam laughs as Bucky takes another puff, enjoying the sharp sting in his lungs. “Takes everything in them not to punch each other.”

Bucky laughs, rolling his eyes as he surveys the area, this is when he sees John Fucking Walker moving his way with a smile. “Oh dear god. What’s this goon want?”

“Hey Barnes.” He greets, patting Bucky’s shoulder, face blanching a little as he feels the metal. Bucky watches the fear kick in, the boy clearing his throat and stepping back. “I saw your motorcycle outside. Pretty neat ride.”

It’s silent for a moment, Bucky taking his time to glare before turning back to the field in annoyance. When John realizes he would not be getting a response he chooses to change the subject.

“You see that girl over there?” He asks, pointing to you obnoxiously. It took everything in him not to snap back that he had definitely seen you.

Y/n Bishop, how could one not? You were the best player on the team and easily stuck out to anyone who dared look your way. Not to mention the amount of times you fought Fury in your class about a book or straight up told Walker to shove it. What kind of idiot wouldn’t see you.

“Y/n Bishop.. I want you to take her out.”

This tore a laugh from Bucky, doing his best not to reveal any actual interest in that statement to Walker. “Ay ay Captain.”

“Okay look. I can’t date her sister until she starts dating herself. Some crazy rule from their mother-”

“Interesting story blondie. Find someone who cares.”

“Would you care if I paid you 20 bucks a date?” Bucky is ashamed to admit how fast his head snapped to look at him.

“You would pay me to date some broad?”

“That’s what I just said, isn’t it barnes?”

Bucky sat up, straightening his spine a bit before kissing his teeth and putting out the cigarette. “There is no profit.”

“No profit?!”

“I would waste 20 on her! 60 bucks a date.”

“No way. No deal, Barnes.”

“Then no girl Walker. So take a walk.”

The blonde stares at him, kissing his teeth in aggravation before rolling his eyes. “60 bucks a date.”

Bucky laughs, holding out a hand to him for the cash which Walker places in his palm angrily. “Get to work.”

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Walking up to you took more courage than Bucky liked to admit, shoving his hands in his pockets as he gave you his best sleezy smile while you grabbed a drink of water.

“Hey doll, how’s it going?” Wow. So smooth.

“Dying out here in the sun and smelling like spoiled milk under a heat lamp. You?” You snap, snatching your bag and moving to walk off.

“I saw you playing out there. You’re really good.” He rushes out, following you.

“A mans approval! Oh how lovely, my day has officially been complete. Shall I mail home and let them know of our engagement?” You snarl, eyes squinting in irritation as he continues to follow.

“No. But you can definitely call and let them know I’m taking you out tonight.”

“Hah. As if. Get lost robocop.” You snap, shoving past him for the parking lot.

Bucky was at a loss of words, watching you walk off a his cheeks reddened from the robocop comment. He knew his arm was widely discussed amongst his classmates but no one had ever done so to his face. You just did it without even stuttering.

The Rumored Devil had a journey ahead of him.

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