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You’ve Got Mail (End)
Summary: You find yourself falling for a stranger on an anonymous messenger app created for students at your college. What happens when you discover that they’re not a stranger after all?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (College AU)
Word Count: 1400
Warnings: Non-descriptive sex, swearing (excessive?), Protective friends, General cock-blocking shenanigans, walk of shame (there’s no shame here).
A/N: What a wild ride. This fic has meant so much to me, it’s honestly probably my favorite piece to date. I have had the time of my life talking about it with you guys and I hope you like where CaptainDumbass and ActualWitch end up. Buckle up, though, the rides not over quite yet.
Steve is shuffling around your room as you pull on clean clothes from your closet. “Stevie? Is everything okay?”
You turn towards him and notice the blush that is spreading across his cheeks. Your eyes trail down and you notice that he is still in his boxers.
“I can’t find my pants,” he mumbles.
You grin at him and look around your room but come up empty. “You were pretty enthusiastic on getting them off last night.”
Steve throws his head back and groans. “It’s not funny, doll.”
“It’s kinda funny.” You spot the pants peeking out from behind your dresser. You pat his arm as you walk past him to retrieve them. “Here you go, wild man.”
Steve narrows his eyes at you and plucks your underwear from last night off the lampshade. “It seems that I wasn’t the only wild one.”
“If I remember correctly I wasn’t the one who tore those off.”
His blush deepens, and he turns from you quickly to hide it. “Shaddup.”
You grin at his muscled back as he pulls on the jeans. “Don’t try to dish it out if you can’t take it, Stevie.”
He catches your hand in his and tugs you into his chest. “That’s fair.” He dips his head, bringing his lips close to yours without touching them.
You narrow your eyes at him and lean into his chest. “Yeah, but this isn’t.”
“Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it.” You can just feel the quirk of his lips as you lean up closer to him. He pulls back a bit and you whine.
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
“Does that matter?”
“Not even a little bit.”
Steve’s lips connect to yours and his hands find your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. He grins against your lips as you tangle your fingers in his hair. The two of you are breathing heavy as you pull away and you can’t help but smile at his noticeably pinker lips.
“We’ve gotta go, babydoll.”
“But Steve…”
“But nothing, beautiful. Bucky’s probably past antsy.”
“Damn our cock-blocking friends.”
Steve grins and takes your hand after straightening his unruly hair. “That’s going to be our lives, for now at least. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
You look up at him. “Are you not?”
“I uh- I’m ready for it all with you. I mean as long as you are.”
You run your fingers over his cheek. “Let’s do this.”
The two of you walk out into the empty living room. “They must all be at my place.”
“Y/N did you send your man-” Natasha walks into the room and looks up from her phone. “What the fuck?”
“Natasha I-”
“What the fuck! Did you guys fuck? Oh my god? Oh my god!”
Steve’s cheeks flush for what feels like the millionth time this morning. “Surprise?”
“You two are fucking idiots! What were you thinking? You clearly weren’t! You haven’t even been speaking to each other,” Natasha shouts and points her finger at you. “And you! What about the guy you’ve been talking to?”
You drop Steve’s hands and hold yours up to stop her. “Natty we can explain.”
She quirks her brow at you. “I’m listening.”
Steve speaks up. “It was me the whole time. The guy she was talking to on Campus Chat.”
“So, you catfished her into sleeping with you?”
Your eyes widen. “God no, it’s not like that at all! You know Steve. We were both clueless the whole time.”
“Steve didn’t know it was you the whole time?”
“I’ve only known for a few days. When you told me that Y/N was seeing someone I backed off. Hence the cold shoulder.” Steve looks over at you. “I assumed you had met someone else. But uh- I guess it was me.”
“How is this real?” She looks down at her feet and rubs her eyes. “I guess I shouldn’t have interfered.”
Steve shakes his head. “You were just being a good friend, to both of us. It was about time we pulled our heads out of our asses.”
Natasha pulls Steve into a hug and then you. “Sorry I called you a douche earlier.”
“I kind of deserved it.”
“Kind of?” They grin at each other. “We’ve got to go tell Bucky! He’s about ready to call the police and start a search party.”
The three of you head down the hall to Steve and Bucky’s apartment. When you walk through the door you can hear Bucky and Sam talking, along with Bucky’s heavy pacing.
Steve runs his hand over his face and calls out. “Bucky?”
“Steven Grant Rogers,” Bucky exclaims as he darts toward the front door. “Where have you been? You can’t fucking send texts like-”
Bucky’s eyes trail down to where your and Steve’s hands are connected and his eyes bug out. He surveys both you and Steve and you squirm under his intense scrutiny.
“Baby, you have to calm down I told you he’d be fine,” Sam takes his hand and smiles at you. “Better than fine by the looks of it.”
Bucky’s eyes land on a hickey on Steve’s neck. “You two, huh?”
You nod and squeeze Steve’s hand. “I heard him out and one thing led to another.”
“I can see that,” He laughs and looks at Steve. “Maybe try not to give me a heart attack next time you decide to declare your love, huh?”
Steve grins. “Yeah, I think I can manage that. Sorry for scaring you.”
Bucky claps Steve on the shoulder and pulls both of you in for a hug. “It’s fine. It’s not like me and Sam were on a date or anything.”
“You’re not going to let me live this down, are you?”
“Probably not, I mean you got pretty weepy.”
“I’m all for making fun of both of ‘em,” Natasha says with a grin.
“Ditto,” Sam laughs at Steve’s scandalized face. “What? You interrupted a very good date.”
“Why don’t I text Clint and we can all have dinner together? It’s been awhile.” Natasha asks.
Steve wraps his arm around your waist. “I was thinking about taking you on a date tonight.”
Bucky points at Steve. “Family dinner, no exceptions!”
“Buck-”
“No exceptions, punk. You owe me for all the stress you caused while you were getting some.”
Your nose wrinkles and you bury your face in Steve’s chest. “Bucky!”
“Where’s the lie, darlin’?”
You look up at Steve. “What were you saying about cock blocks earlier?”
“Family dinner!” Bucky shouts pointedly at the two of you. “I’ll make something good.”
“We may be a little late,” Steve pulls your arm and the two of you grin as you rush out of the apartment.
Steve slams your bedroom closed behind you as you fall on the bed together. You roll on top of Steve and pop the button on his jeans before you pull him in for a kiss. His hands cup your cheeks and you let out a small moan as his tongue sweeps across your lips. He nibbles down your jawline and presses a soft kiss to your neck.
“Think you can keep track of your pants this time, wild man?” You say breathlessly.
Steve pulls back from your neck and quirks his eyebrow at you. “Come again, sugar?”
“I mean it’d be awfully embarrassing to have to go to dinner in your tight little boxers.” Steve’s fingers trail under your shirt and start to flutter against your skin. “Or worse, you may have to borrow from my closet, could you imagine?”
He begins to tickle you in earnest and you shriek out a laugh. “I think I can manage, doll.”
You pull away from his strong hands with a yelp. “Okay! Okay, I was kidding, wild man!”
Steve flips you and you let out a harsh breath as your back hits the mattress. His lips trail up your neck and he nips at your earlobe. “I’ll show you a wild man, babydoll.”
The two of you manage not to lose any clothes this time, but it’s no less passionate. You lean into Steve and press a kiss to his bare chest, happily wrapped up in each other. “It’s funny that Tony somehow got us into this mess and then brought us together years later.”
“We should send him a fruit basket or something.”
“Nah, we can just write some really nice reviews for him and Bruce. I’m sure that’ll mean a lot.”
Steve smiles and nuzzles into you. “Speaking of-”
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When We Were Young - Part Two
Bucky Barnes AU
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3500
Warnings: Mentions of death, heartbreak, jealousy.. the whole package hahaha
Summary: Friends since they can remember and falling in love like they’re meant to. But sometimes life just isn’t what you expected. People making decisions, mistakes and saying things they shouldn’t when they’re young. When it comes to love, someone always gets hurt. Always.
Prompt: “I’m engaged to someone else, but I think I’m actually in love with you”
A/N: This is Part Two of my entry for @spideywhiteys 1k writing celebration! I really hope you guys enjoy this part! I just started my apprenticeship and therefore don’t have as much time as I used to hahah I’m really nervous about uploading this, because I feel like it’s not good. BUT anyway! I hope you enjoy this!
Feedback is always greatly appreciated!
Tagging some mutuals and some lovely people!
@buckisthatyou @buckybarneshairpullingkink @buckystan-plums @v-2bucky@whyisbuckyso @samingtonwilson @sgtjbuccky @captain-ariel-barnes @thewintersadie @skishenanigans
(You are not obligated to read this if you don’t want to)
Masterlist // Bucky Barnes Masterlist
Part One //
Bucky wrapped his arms around my much smaller figure and embraced me into an unexpected hug. My body stiffened up, making it impossible to move. With my arms hanging and hands clenched into fists, wrapping my arms around him as well seemed like the most impossible thing to do in that very moment. I inhaled his scent hoping to recognize it, but instead I was hit with expensive cologne something Bucky wouldn’t have been able to afford back then. I could feel his hands on the exposed skin on my back and I noticed they got softer. He used to have rough hands from working on his car a lot and helping his dad in the repair shop they had. I wondered if his parents ever got a piece of Bucky’s fortune; if he supported them ever since his payment turned into big numbers.
Having his hands around me took me back to when an embrace like this used to be routine. A hug used to be so normal, something so expected. But now that I haven’t felt his body against mine in such a long time, it feels like something we’ve never did or something we shouldn’t be doing.
He removed himself from me and I finally took in his face and features from a closer distance. Now it was noticeable how tired he looks. The bags under his eyes standing out more than anything else, not even the way his lips naturally turned down took the spotlight away.
“Y/n it’s been so long.” His voice got lower over the years, making a shiver run down my spine.
“Yeah it’s been a long time.” I tried to smile with every ounce of my body, but the sad excuse that appeared on my face must reveal my true feelings.
With his hands still around my waist feeling his though against my skin, I nearly missed his next words.
“What are you doing now?”
It wasn’t surprising that he would ask something like this, it’s natural to hit someone with questions like this if you haven’t seen someone for so long. Anyone would be delighted to answer, but with the situation I’m in, it wasn’t the something I want to talk about.
“I still live in London so that’s that.”
“Oh well, that’s nice. London is great! I just thought you wanted to move to Manhattan and work for Stark industries?”
The amount of sarcasm dripping from every word he spoke was pathetic. I felt pathetic. Everyone around me in this room made it big, followed their dreams. I am the outcast here.
“Well Bucky, not everyone can follow their dreams.”
I didn’t even try to hide my anger. My mind buzzing and the noise around me, making me feel dizzy. I looked down to the ground and Bucky seemed to notice my uncomfortableness and took his hands away from my hips moving one to my shoulder. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by another voice.
“Wow y/n you look great!”
I looked up to see the familiar blond haired, blue eyed man standing next to Bucky.
“Steve!” I pushed Bucky’s hand away from my shoulder and walked over to Steve, pulling him into a hug by wrapping my arms around his neck. I inhaled his scent and unlike Bucky, he still smelled like he used to. Coffee and lavender. I heard he also made it big in Manhattan after his mom died in a car crash, leaving him with the shop she used to own back in London. He didn’t stay long after that and I can’t blame him. She loved that coffee shop, it was her most prized possession. She filled the small but cosy space with things she loved like pictures of Steve and of course, lavender.
I remember that time so vividly, because that was when everything truly fell apart for me.
Graduation is done and now it’s time to leave your home where parents take care of everything you don’t have any clue about. Where adulthood seems so out of reach and the only independence you have is cleaning your room by yourself. Now you’re on your own. This is your time to show the world just how grown up you are.
For y/n, it was time to pack her bags and leave to move to attend the University of Manchester. Luckily for her Steve was packing for the same reason as her.
The pain of Bucky and Natasha never faded. Having to see them at school together made her dread waking up in the morning. He tried to include her into the group and couldn’t figure out, why she never joined their circle. For him there wasn’t a reason not to, but to her there were thousands. It was enough to see them holding hands in the hallways, kiss at lunch or laugh together, at jokes y/n would’ve laughed at, in the cafeteria. She had no desire to see more than she already had to, even if it meant to be alone.
Bucky on the other hand was packing to move to attend the Ivy League University of Columbia. His parents worked twice as hard and sold their house for him to attend his dream university. But he wasn’t going alone, Natasha got in as well. Her parents were nice enough for him to move into Natasha’s apartment as well without having to pay. They loved him.
Despite everything that happened on the date two years back, y/n and Steve became inseparable. Their second year at uni was filled with laughter, sleepovers with too much pizza and an unbearable amount of coffee. It didn’t take long before y/n became close friends with Steve’s mom and they spent their weekends working at her coffee shop called ‘Captain’s Coffee Cup’.
Y/n just got done with cleaning the rest of the tables, the cloth still in her hand as she made her way to the counter where Steve stood cleaning while swaying his hips from side to side. The sun started to disappear behind the buildings, but the shop was still illuminated by fairy lights.
Steve’s phone started ringing and he picked it up looking over to y/n, who seated herself on the countertop. The phone call was quick and he shoved his phone back into his pocket before standing in front of her. She was now able to look at him directly in the eyes, without the few inches of height that were missing for her to be as tall as him.
���My mom is going to be here soon to close the shop.” He took a few strands of hair in between his fingers and twisted them together. He always loved how soft her hair is and the fact that it smelled like flowers didn’t help. Every time she rushed past him to get someone’s order to their table, he got indulged by the scent of her hair. It also didn’t help that he imagined what it would be like to give her a kiss on the top of her head. The difference between their heights was always something he found incredibly cute and every time he got to wrap his arms around her, he imagined what it would be like to call her his.
He knew she liked Bucky but couldn’t help but wonder if that changed after the years went by. He didn’t want to ask to rip open wounds that she carefully patched up with band aids. He knew she was still hurt from what she confessed to him one night after drowning their responsible minds in tequila. But despite the alcohol running through her veins, she still picked her words with care, to avoid spilling her emotions. He knew she had more to say, but pushing her would only make matters worse.
She looked into his eyes and without hesitation, she leaned closer to him. Even if the images of Bucky tried to poison her mind, she kept her eyes locked with his. Steve gently placed his hands on her waist pulling her body to his. Y/n let her eyes flutter shut, feeling his breath on her lips. She pulled him closer with her hand on the back of his neck. The soft glow of the fairy lights made her look even more mesmerizing and Steve couldn’t believe that the girl he has been in love with for years is finally in his arms the way he always wanted her to.
He followed her lead, closing his eyes and the distance between them shrinking with every gentle move. She brushed against his lips feeling the butterflies in her stomach. Their lips fully connected as a loud noise filled the room making both of them jump apart.
Steve groaned loudly in annoyance and y/n looked down to her legs with a giggle. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and pressed the green icon.
Y/n sat on the counter watching Steve listen to the person on the other end talk. She noticed his face tensing up and his mouth falling wide open. She could see his eyes fill with tears and quickly stood up. Steve ended the call and grabbed the keys, walking to the door. She followed him and tried to stop him by pulling his hand, but he refused to stop.
“Steve what’s going on? Who was that?”
He opened the door and turned to her. “My mom-“ the tears rolling down his cheeks and his voice breaking signalled her, that something bad had happened. “She got in a car accident.”
He didn’t wait for a response, walking out into the street to the car he parked in front of the shop. Y/n stood watching him drive away through the windowed door.
After that, everything changed.
Steve couldn’t bear seeing the coffee shop without breaking down to the floor and the only thing he thought was right, was to sell the space to someone who could take care of it. Y/n.
She was hesitant to take the offer, but took it anyway. She has grown to love it and didn’t want anyone else to have it, who might not value the history it has. Steve had a hard time staying in London or even Manchester, so after he graduated from university, he left for an offer from a friend far away.
Bucky had heard about what happened and offered Steve to stay with him and Natasha. After university they moved into a bigger apartment on the Upper East Side.
Saying goodbye to Steve was hard, but there was nothing y/n could do about it. He wanted to leave and if that was the only thing for him to be happy, then she couldn’t complain. But it was hard for her. The only friend she had was now leaving her, just like everyone else in her life. And to make matters worse, she actually liked him.
Y/n managed to re-open the shop after university and kept everything the way it was. The only thing she added was a picture of Steve’s mom on the wall to remember her. Y/n and Steve talked a bit after he left, but not for long. With becoming the coo of Hydra he had little to no time. On Y/n’s thirtieth birthday he sent her a postcard and a few pictures of him and Manhattan.
Her heart broke all over again seeing how happy Steve was without her. He even had a girlfriend by the name of Sharon. Y/n kept the coffee shop running despite everything. With that being the only source of happiness, she spend every day working trying to keep her mind away from the people she lost.
Steve wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led me away from Bucky. We sat on the bar stools and each took a glass of champagne.
“It’s so good to see you, y/n.” He gave me a sweet smile that I returned happily.
“You too, Steve.”
“How’s the coffee shop?” He took a sip of his drink and I did the same only to want to spit it out again.
“It’s going really well. How’s Sharon?” He looked away for a second before meeting my eyes again.
“We’re not together anymore.”
I opened my mouth to apologize but was interrupted by another voice.
“Everyone, I’d like to say a few words.” Bucky’s voice made everyone quiet down and turn to look at him. “Nat can you come here for a sec?” Natasha went over to stand by his side and that was the first time I saw her after all those years. She hasn’t changed one bit, still being the most gorgeous woman in the room. I felt the jealousy rise within me, seeing how she still outdid me in everything.
“I’d like to say thank you all for coming today to celebrate this occasion.” Everyone clapped including me. “I’d also like to thank Nat for putting up with me all these years and choosing to do so for the rest of her life.” Bucky pulled her closer by her waist and placed a kiss on her cheek.
Everyone in the room started laughing at his words and I forced a smile to appear on my face.
“Last but not least, I’d like to thank my best friends Steve-“ He raised his glass and every head turned to look at Steve who also raised his glass. “And y/n.”
I was taken aback by his words and took my gaze away from Steve to look at Bucky now smiling at me like everyone in the room.
“Thank you y/n for always believing in me and even though you’re not living in Manhattan, I hope you will someday, to also make your dream finally a reality.” The guests started clapping and my head turned all kinds of shades of red.
I know deep down that he didn’t meant those words in a bad way, but it still felt like a slap in the face. I stood up and walked out of the room despite everyone looking at me with confusion.
From one of the rooms I randomly chose to go into, I heard everyone shouting ‘cheers’ and clinking their glasses. I sat on the king sized bed trying to get my composure back, as the door opened to reveal Bucky. He sat next to me, the small distance making me feel uncomfortable.
“Why did you walk out like that?”
“You know exactly why, Bucky.” I looked into his eyes with my face showing my confusion.
“No I don’t.”
I looked away from him letting a small chuckle leave my lips with sarcasm. “Are you serious? Bucky, are you really this dense?” I stood up from the bed to stand in front of him.
He looked up at me with his eyebrows knitted together, clearly not understanding the situation.
“That was embarrassing. You didn’t have to tell everyone that I’m a failure! No wonder you never noticed back then.” I turned away from him and walked over to the window. “I’m surprised I never noticed just how dense you are.”
“Y/n I really didn’t mean it in a bad way. I just hope you still do what we said we would do back then.” From the corner of my eye, I could see him standing up from the bed. “And what do you mean with, I didn’t realize back then?”
“Exactly Bucky, we! We made those plans together.” I turned around to face him again. “And you can’t tell me you didn’t know.”
“No seriously, I don’t”
I sighted and let my shoulders relax. “That I was helplessly in love with you Bucky.”
The silence that followed was unbearable. Bucky’s mouth fell wide open and then started to swallow loudly.
“It doesn’t matter, that was years ago.” I walked to the door and out to the hallway. The guests were now dancing and singing but I certainly did not want to join them after my confession.
“Y/n.” Bucky grabbed my arm and spun me around. “Please stay.”
“No, I should go. Good luck though, I hope you two are going to be happy together.” I gave him a smile and walked out of the door.
As soon as the cold air hit my skin, I inhaled deeply and tried to ignore the Goosebumps on my skin. The night has arrived and I didn’t think I would be there for that long so I didn’t take a jacket with me.
“Y/n!”
I rolled my eyes not wanting to be held back from walking away anymore. I turned around to see Steve breathing heavily.
“Please, let me take you to my place. We can have a few drinks?” He looked at me with a sad smile and I have to admit. Drinks sound great.
“Sure, why not?” I shrugged my shoulders walking next to Steve.
We sat down on his couch and looking around his apartment, I realized that he also must earn a fortune. His apartment had a completely different style thought compared to Bucky’s. There were books and plants everywhere. The walls covered in paintings, signed with ‘Steve’ in the corners of every single one of them. I felt more at home here and I was glad he invited me.
We already had too many glasses of alcohol and were laughing about our university days. Obviously avoiding the last year. Steve turned to me with his arm on the backrest of the couch.
“Why did you never leave London? And don’t tell me it’s because of Captain’s Coffee Cup. You know I wouldn’t have been angry at you for deciding to leave.”
“Because-“ I took a deep breath before continuing. “Because honestly, Natasha already achieved everything in life I wanted to. And I didn’t want to compete with her. I mean.” I let out a sarcastic laugh “She’s the CEO of Stark Industries! She got everything I wanted.” I took a sip of my drink to swallow my sears away.
Steve let out a heavy sight and leaned back. “Including Bucky, right?”
Y/n walked out of the kitchen back into the café drying her hands on her apron when the little bell on the door rang, indicating someone entered the room. She looked at who it was and was shocked at seeing the familiar face of Tony Stark.
“Oh my god, y/n it’s so nice to see you.” He walked behind the counter to pull her into an unexpected hug.
“Yeah you too, Tony.” He removed himself from her and smiled widely down at her.
“You know, I’m a little mad that you decided not to work at my company, but now that I’m seeing where you work, I can’t blame you, it’s beautiful.” He looked around the café before smiling at her again.
“Thank you. I really love it!” Y/n returned the smile while putting away a few cups.
“You remember Natasha, right?”
She just nodded, the name making her feel sick. Y/n continued to put away things as Tony spoke.
“Well now that I want to get away from the business, Pepper and I are getting married next fall, she’s going to take over the company.”
Y/n almost dropped the mug in her hand as she heard what Tony had said. Her stomach dropped at the thought of Natasha doing what she wanted to do.
“Wow… that’s great!” She managed to force a smile despite feeling the tears in the corners of her eyes.
“I know! If you ever decide to visit us in Manhattan I’ll give you a tour.”
Tony hugged her before leaving the café.
Y/n leaned her body against the counter as she felt her lungs tighten. The whole world seemed to be against her, wanting her to feel miserable. But then again, she could’ve had that spot if she just had done what she always wanted to do, despite Bucky not being by her side. And now Natasha gets to live her dream life.
A man entered the shop and handed y/n her mail. She briefly looked over the addresses of the letters to see if there was anything important. Her breath got stuck in her throat as she read the sender of one of the letters. James Buchanan Barnes.
She opened the letter with shaking hands and found a card inside. She hesitated at first wondering why he would send her a letter. Maybe because he doesn’t have her phone number. Steve knows that she works at the shop so he probably told him where to send the letter to.
Her body filled with hope for the one she loved to still love her, only to be hit with disappointment.
It’s an invitation to his engagement party.
She tried to swallow the lump in her throat but it only seemed to get bigger as she read who signed it.
Bucky & Natasha.
Y/n looked up to tear her eyes away from the words. The tears now falling down her cheeks freely and she let them fall. Natasha truly got everything y/n ever wanted.
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Thirty-Two Years
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader (ft. Bucky, Steve, and Tony)
Content/Warnings: pure fluff. that’s it
Words: 1549
A/N: So this is my entry for @spideywhiteys writing challenge - I hope you like it! It’s super cute, I enjoyed writing it, and tropes are always fun ^-^
The day of your 30th birthday dawned clear and bright, rays of sunlight trickling in from between the gaps in your blinds and chasing out the darkness that clung to the corners of your room. It was that light, rather than your alarm, that roused you. You had woke half an hour early, but you were too excited to doze off again. Today, after fifteen years, you would be seeing Sam Wilson again. He was your best friend from diapers until you moved away at fifteen. You had kept in touch through phone calls and texts, but it wasn’t quite the same. Now that you had moved back East to D.C., the two of you could reconnect.
Praying that you weren’t about to be disappointed, you prepared for the day. It was like falling in to old habits, spending your birthday together. The two of you had been born the same day, in the same hospital, a room apart. It was how your mothers had met, a friendship springing between the two women that, like yours and Sam’s, had managed to stand the test of time. Sam was older by ten minutes (which he never let you forget), but it was only after the two of you had turned thirteen that he had shot upwards, beating your height.
The time you had to prepare seemed to both race and ooze by, and you had only just finished by the time your doorbell rang. Swallowing, and reminding yourself that it’s just Sam rather than a stranger you had never met, you turned the knob and pulled open the door.
If it weren’t for the familiar smile, which still held traces of the boy you knew as a fifteen-year-old, you would have sworn on your life that the man standing in front of you was not Sam Wilson. For starters, he was hot - a far cry from the lanky, gangly teenager you had known. For another, he seemed to have changed from an awkward, stammering boy to a confident and collected man - a theory that his next words all but solidified.
“Happy birthday, beautiful,” Sam said, the easy smile still on his face. You returned it, hoping that he couldn’t hear the way your heart raced, drumming loudly against your ribcage.
“Sam,” You said in response, allowing yourself a moment to properly take him in. He seemed to be doing the same. “Happy birthday.”
“What, I’m not beautiful too?” He asked with a laugh, following you inside. The apartment was still stacked with boxes, though things were slowly starting to come together.
“Well, we both know who the hot one is between the two of us,” You fired back with a smirk. Somehow, despite his cool demeanor and newfound attractiveness (to you, anyway), it was just as easy to be with him now as it was fifteen years ago. It was, after all, still Sam.
“Aw, thanks,” Sam said, smirking.
“I was talking about me, idiot,” You retorted with a grin.
He rolled his eyes. “Let’s not get caught up in the details. I say we get this day started, huh?”
“Let’s do it,” You agreed.
As you weren’t entirely familiar with D.C., Sam had been the one to make birthday plans, the two of you visiting the various sites to see and just being your old selves. It may have been fifteen years, but it certainly didn’t feel like it. The day flew by, the sun low in the sky by the time Sam took you to the last stop, the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool. Oranges and reds danced on the surface of the water, reflecting the colorful sky above as the two of you walked slowly down the path beside it.
“So we’re thirty years old today,” Sam mulled thoughtfully, hands in his pockets.
“Yeah. Doesn’t seem possible, does it?”
“Nah, it doesn’t. This doesn’t make us old yet, does it?”
“I don’t think so,” You said with a shrug. “Now when we reach fifty…”
Sam let out a laugh. “Fifty isn’t that old.”
“It’s old enough to start getting AARP letters!” You retorted.
“Fair point,” He agreed. “You know, I’m surprised you forgot.”
“Forgot?” You repeated, furrowing your brows. What had you forgotten?
“Our pact? You know, the one we made when we were six years old? My mom mentioned it to me yesterday. I had forgotten too, if I’m honest.”
The memory came rushing back. “You mean our marriage pact?”
“Yeah! You know, the one where if we’re at the ripe old age of thirty and still single, we’d marry each other,” Sam said with a shrug. “And I’m pretty sure we’re both still single, unless there’s something you’re not telling me.”
You laughed. “I’m not marrying you, Sam. Not today anyway.”
“I didn’t expect you to. I’d settle for a date, though - if you’re interested,” He offered, a smirk playing on the corners of his lips.
You smiled, nodding. “I think I can do that.”
Two Years Later
The wedding was set for the same day the two of you had made your marriage pact at six years old. The September day was pleasantly warm and bright, scarcely a cloud in the sky. Steve Rogers - Captain America himself - was best man, but it wasn’t him you were focused on; it was Sam, who was looking as handsome as ever in the tuxedo Tony Stark had insisted on providing, that captured your full attention.
Bucky Barnes was the one walking you down the aisle - you had clicked instantly with the ex-HYDRA agent, and he had been honored when you had asked him to do so. “You’ll knock him dead, doll,” Bucky had assured you before the ceremony; and now, walking towards your best friend of thirty years, you had no doubts that you had. Sam was gazing at you as if you were the most breathtaking thing in the world, taking your hand once you finally reached him.
The ceremony seemed to go by in a blur. It was just you and Sam; everyone else seemed to have faded away. Both of you had agreed to prepare vows. It was the part that seemed to come the quickest, and it was what you were most nervous about. But Sam smiled at you as Tony (who had insisted on officiating the wedding, to your amusement) called for him to give his vows, and your nerves settled.
Sam pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, one that you’d recognize anywhere, and began to speak. “Twenty-six years ago to the day, we wrote a contract after your mom told us about her wedding. We promised that, at thirty years old, if both of us were single, we’d marry each other. I wasn’t sure what to put in my vows, because there was so much I wanted to say to the woman that stole my heart, but I managed to find my copy of our contract and realized it said everything I had always felt for you.
“I, Samuel Thomas Wilson, promise to love you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, forever. I promise to protect you from the bullies on the playground and the monster under the bed, because you’re my best friend in the world. I promise to share my snack during snack time and let you play with my favorite toy even when I want to, so that we don’t fight.
“I love you, Y/N, and those words are still as true as they were the day I wrote them. You are my best friend and the love of my life, and I could not imagine a better person to spend my life with.”
Later, you would swear up and down that you didn’t cry, but that was a lie. To be fair, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house, and it took several moments before you were able to compose yourself and read your own.
“I think we truly are meant to be together, Sam,” You said with a watery laugh, “because I brought my copy of the contract as my vows.”
There was laughter from the crowd that died as you began to speak. “I, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, promise to love you, Samuel Thomas Wilson, forever. I promise to give you the best spot at tea parties and to pretend to be Princess Leia when we’re playing Star Wars so that you can be Han Solo. I promise to share my lunch money with you, and to tell you all my secrets, because you always seem to understand and never tell anyone.
“Sam, I’ve loved you since I was six years old, even if I didn’t realize it at the time. You’re my best friend, my partner in crime, and the love of my life. I can’t wait to spend the best years of my life with you, because thirty-two years hasn’t been enough - and thirty-two more won’t be, either.”
Tony had to clear his throat slightly before speaking. “It is my pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”
And without further ado, Sam pulled you into a searing kiss - the culmination of your own personal love story, thirty-two years in the making.
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°~•Whats Wrong With Me? (Steve Rodgers x Reader)
Summary: Reader finds themselves being pared up with Steve and slowly gains interest in him.
Pairing: Steve Rodgers x Reader
Warnings: A bit of blood and violence, angst and fluff
Fandom: MCU
Word Count: 1031
Your Powers: You can control the elements and control the weather but mostly lightning (sort of like thor)
Promt: You’re my worst enemy and I hate you, but wait... I think I’m actually in love with you.
A/N: This is a part of @spideywhiteys follower challenge! Congrats on 1000! ♡
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"Clint you will be paired with Natasha, Rhodey you're with Sam, Vision with me, Wanda and Bucky, so that leaves good ole Cap with Sparky over here." Tony smirks as he points at you. Here's a little back story, you and Mr. America hate each others guts. Is there a reason? No. Does there need to be one? Nope.
"Him?!" You shout at Tony as you stood up from your chair letting it fall back.
Your teammates heard the thunder and rain from outside plus seeing sparks form from your fingertips, a clear signal to leave. "Oh no.." Clint says as he goes to walk out, the rest of the team following suit leaving you Steve and Tony alone.
"Oh come on its not that bad, lets go get ready for the mission before you cause any damage Mrs. Spark A Lot." Sarcasm, Tony's only defence against you.
"I hate you. I genuinely hate you," you say to Tony and then around to point at Steve, "dont expect me to be nice or talk to you for this mission." Walking out you make sure that you slam the door in the process.
"I dont think she likes you Capsical."
"Wouldn't have guessed."
---------{time skip to the mission}---------
It was supposed to be easy but then again when was any thing easy with the avengers? Using your elemental powers to lifts roots up from the ground to gold the enemy down as you shot fire at them, killing them.
This continued for a while untill you got to last one, a particularly harder one to kill. It has knocked you down and was about to kill you when a shield came in contact with it.
"I didn't need your help." You spat at him getting up.
"Seriously? I just saved you from being that things chew you and you wanna have an argument?"
"I had it under control," You lied, "why couldn't you have let that thing kill me anyway?"
"We are not having this conversation right now." He said before walking away.
After hours of fighting the creatures, you were exhausted and felt that you couldn't continue anymore, that was untill you saw that Steve was in danger.
One of the creatures had a knife and was about to stab Steve, that's when you interjected. You jumped in front of him before he got hurt causing you to get stabbed in the shoulder as you fell down in pain. Steve killed the creature and helped you stand up as you winced at the pain.
"We need back up (Y/N)'s down, we need help!" Steve yelled into the comms. "Whats wrong with you?" He asked you in a serious tone. He had every right to be confused, the amount of times you've said you hated him and now you took a knife to the shoulder for him.
"I dont know! Okay, i just.. i dont know.. I cant focus and my mind keeps telling me one thing but my heart tells me another." You looked down, not wanting to look up at him in fear he'll regect you.
"What are they saying?"
"Theyre saying that you're my worst enemy and i hate you, but wait.. I think im actually in love with you." You say finally looking up.
"In love with who?"
"With you, you idiot! Im madly in love with you but.." You were cut off by the presence of soft lips pressed against yours. You kissed him back as your lips moved in sync with each others only to be cut off by tony.
"Cap, you said you needed help wi-" he looked surprised then smiled. "SAM YOU OWE ME FIFTY DOLLARS!!"
A faint "god damn it" can be heard as Sam walks over to give Steve a hand helping you back to the quinjet.
Apart from the slight pain in your shoulder from the knife, you could say the mission went well.
---------{time skip to the avengers faculty}---------
You were laying in the hospital bed after getting out from the opperation when you saw the door open and a dishevelled steve walked in. He looked terrible, his hair messed up and a sad expression on his face.
"You okay?"
"You got stabbed in the shoulder and you're asking if I am okay?"
"I worry," he sat down beside the bed and took your hand in his, "I ment it."
"What?"
"What I said earlier, about loving you, I ment every word."
"Ya know I uh.. I love you too (Y/N)." He smiles as took your hand to his lips to kiss it.
"How are the two love birds?" Natasha asked walking in.
"We're good, however I am getting tired." You said giving them both an apologetic look.
"Hey, its okay dont worry about it. You need to rest" She said walking out.
"Night, I'll see you in the morning?"
"Wait," you said, "stay? I just don't wanna wake up alone."
"Of course I'll stay." He smiles
"Thank you." You smiled back, "What the hell is wrong with me? I go from hating you to loving you in 0.2 seconds" you said laughing.
"I dont know but I'm glad you love me back, now get some rest." He says still holding your hand.
"Night."
"Night, Doll."
That night was one of the best nights sleep you ever had and all because your feeling had been set free. You always had loved steve but you never thought that the day would come where someone could love you, but he did.
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A/N: There it is! Congrats @spideywhiteys on 1000 followers. Ily ♡
(If you see any spelling, punctuation or grammar mistakes, please let me know!)
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Fate Misnamed
Pairing: Reader x Loki
Word Count: 765
Summary: Is it fate, or something else, that draws you to a dark and handsome stranger?
Warnings: fluff
A/N: Congrats to @spideywhiteys for the 1000k followers! Now I’ve got to catch up!
It was strange, running into him again. He was hard to miss really; his long dark hair fell beautifully at his shoulders, the clothes he wore screamed designer, and his posture oozed regality. His green eyes flited over you in recognition but he made no acknowledgement. You nodded at him briefly and smiled.
Two weeks ago, you chaperoned your class to the local zoo. The nine and ten year olds were having a grand time, goofing around with the monkeys or watching the penguins swim and waddle around. The zoo’s reptile exhibit had just reopened; you were interested to see what new creatures the zoo added. The first thing that caught your attention was a submerged alligator; it appeared bisected by the water line, its eye unblinking. A family of garter snakes wrapped around each other, ignoring you. You walked around to see the other displays of iguanas, tortoises, frogs, and such. The last display was an albino ball python; it seemed to follow your movements around the exhibit.
A gentleman appeared from out of nowhere; you gasped and held your left hand to your chest. “Jesus, you scared the crap out of me!”
“I assure you I am NOT Jesus, nor any relation,” he intoned.
You gave him an annoyed look and made your way out of the exhibit. “Note to self, don’t go into dark, creepy exhibits alone,” you muttered as you left.
Then last week, you had stepped out of your car headed to the grocery store when you saw the same gentleman from the zoo. Despite the creepiness from your first encounter, it was hard to forget his high cheekbones and regal air. This time you gave him a wide berth as you grabbed a shopping cart and made your way inside.
If it hadn’t been weird enough, just yesterday you needed to go to the library. Your upstairs neighbor had been extra loud while arguing with her boyfriend; you needed the peace and quiet to finish grading for the mid-term. You wandered between the stacks breathing in the books’ scents once you were finished grading. He had stood his back to you, in front of the astrology non-fiction section. You cleared your throat intending on saying hi. He turned in your direction, moving past you.
He gave you a harder look, appraising your hourglass figure encased in the yellow sundress and tan leather sling backs. You stared back. His green eyes stood out against his pale visage. Whatever decision he made about you, he stepped in front of you and extend his hand. “I keep running into you of the most random places. I’m Loki.”
You took his proffered hand. “I’m y/n. I’m wondering if it’s fate saying we should date, running into each other like this.”
“Do lead the way,” he smirked. “I’d be curious as to where you Midgardians go on dates.” His eyes twinkled despite the bored tone his voice took. He fell into step with you as you crossed the street to the nearest Starbucks. You got in line; he stood behind you. At your turn, you gave your order and name to the barista and indicted Loki behind you. You could hear a low mutter before he asked for a venti earl grey tea. You started to hand over your Starbucks card when Loki stopped you and gave the barista a $20 bill.
“Thank you, that wasn’t necessary.”
“I figured a teacher such as yourself would be on a tight budget, so it’s my pleasure.”
You both stood waiting on your drinks; you shook your head slightly, replaying his answer. “How did you know I was a teacher?” They called your orders just then. Loki grabbed both drinks and directed you to a booth hidden in the back corner.
You slid in on one side as he slid in next to you. This was unexpected behavior from him. “So how did you know I was a teacher?” You asked again.
He took a deep breath and turned to face you. “To be fair, this was less fate’s doing and more of my own.”
You quirked an eyebrow and smirked at him. “Loki, have you been stalking me?”
“Since the zoo,” he admitted. “I was utterly fascinated that an attractive woman such as yourself would admire such low creatures. It made me wonder if you find me equally as fascinating.”
You blushed. “I do find you fascinating.” He looked down at you with a grin; he took your hand and brought it to his soft lips. “Good! May I suggest a proper date then?”
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Gone Too Soon, Back Too Fast (Pietro Maximoff x Reader) Part One
PART OF SPIDEYWHITEY’S 1000 FOLLOWER WRITING CELEBRATION/CHALLENGE!!
So I’ve always been terrified to post my writing, but @spideywhiteys reached 1K followers and posted a hella cool writing celebration!!!! So I thought ‘fuck it’ and picked this one to do!! This is the first time I’ve ever written for the MCU, and you don’t know how long I spent Googling hospital shit, so I would LOVE some feedback!!! also titles are hard.
ALSO GO FOLLOW JEM (spideywhiteys) BECAUSE HER BLOG IS A++ CONTENT AND SHE WRITES WAAAAAAAY BETTER THAN ME
Prompt: I had a crush on you in high school, but you never knew. Now it’s 10 years later and I’m still in love with you.
Warnings: Cursing (I swear like a sailor). Mentions of blood, injuries, bullet wounds. Very brief mentions of death. Nothing too graphic, just basic hospital stuff. This chapter is kind of dull. Also if you can’t tell, I know nothing about hospitals.
Word Count: 1,435
Side Note: Not much going on here, I know. This is just setting it up. Reader will be more involved (and more vocal) soon, I promise. Also Piet’ will (hopefully) get some spotlight soon!
“Code Three coming our way.”
You straightened your posture as the words from a passing nurse reaches your ears. Code Three meant that whatever happened had reached the point where an ambulance had to use their sirens and lights while bringing a patient back. That meant that this wasn’t just someone using an EMS service because they could—it meant that this could be a genuine emergency.
Nodding a quick goodbye to the nurse you had been leaning over the counter to speak to, you pocketed your cell and rushed to follow your trainer, Maria. You were new to this hospital—New to the field, really—so for the most part, your job was to observe. Learn how things are done, how cases are dealt with. You’d seen some real doozies—from shattered bones and torn skin, to screaming patients and families, to actual death. Thank Christ you’d never had to be the one to tell someone their family had died. You watched that go down, and it felt like a sack of rocks had been dropped onto your chest. You couldn’t imagine being the one to have to break the news.
Maria’s voice continued as you both went down the hall, towards the ambulance entrance hallway. You made a mental note to check the layout of this hospital again when you could. “We’ll be informed the details by one of the paramedics, and I need you to watch closely, and to pay attention. This isn’t a soap opera where everyone fights to be the best—we’re a team here. Understood?” When you answered with a nod, Maria barked out, “I need words, [Y/L/N]!”
“Yes, I understand!” You all but yelped.
You could be confident and loud at times—in certain places, with certain people—but as much as you loved this job, and loved being here, it was all very intimidating. Maria, your lead trainer, was nice, but commanding, and very much intimidating. Around people like her, especially in new places, you felt so small, and it occasionally showed, much to your dismay. It didn’t help that you were running on fumes at the moment, either.
The sliding doors opened, revealing two paramedics you knew very well by now, wheeling someone in on a stretcher. He had a blanket—a sheet, honestly—draped over his body. It was black, but you could still see the dark wetness from blood. One paramedic was behind, holding an IV bag, and the other walked in the front, helping direct the stretcher. Your eyes scanned the man’s body from his feet up, but just as your eyes reached his face, a voice snapped your attention away.
“Multiple gunshot wounds. Entryways are the left thigh—missed the femoral artery—left hip, and abdomen. Pretty sure a kidney is hit. Male, mid-twenties, type O-positive. He went into neurogenic shock during the ride, currently unconscious. Sam was able to put a stop to most of the bleeding, but you need to work on that kidney. Before he passed out, he was able to tell us that he has a slight allergy to Benadryl, but nothing serious.” The man, Steve, dished out the information so quickly that it baffled you. You weren’t a slow speaker by far, but it always surprised you how people could hear, retain, and give out important information so fast, and seemingly easily. Sam, the other paramedic, seemed unfazed as he made sure the IV drip was straightened. Both men’s expressions were unlike their normal smiling, almost carefree ones you normally saw. Their current expressions were hard, focused on what was happening.
Simply nodding at the information given, Maria shot back, “Room 12, get him on a proper gurney. Did he have any ID on him?” Not waiting for an answer, the woman started barking orders out at you and two other nurses. Supplies, bags, medicine, which people were needed, what procedure may need to be done—all that.
You finally were able to clear the jumbled mess of your thoughts as the other two rushed to comply, asking Sam, “What was the situation? Was anyone else hurt? Do you have his name, Emergency Contact?”
You noticed a slightly appreciative glance from Maria at the fact that you had gotten in the game—however long you could for the moment—and Sam passed you a slightly worn wallet. “ID is in there. Didn’t have a phone on him, though. Gang activity, looks like. A kid got scuffled, but was otherwise fine. Just this dude we gotta handle.”
You walked with them the entire time up until they reached the designated room. You watched for a moment as they transferred him from the gurney to the bed—realizing a big reason why they had the blanket; the men had to cut some of his clothes away to get to his wounds. It was a common thing to do, especially with unconscious patients, but you still had to fight the urge to look away. You had to remind yourself that you couldn’t really give a shit about modesty when you were doing this.
The sound of your name being barked out snapped you to attention. One of the nurses ran by you with something in his arms—you couldn’t tell from your angle—and you moved to the side of the bed so you could help switch over the practically empty IV bag to a fresh one. Normally, you were much more focused, but you hadn’t had a proper night sleep in way too long, and it was starting to get to you.
Maria stared at you for a split moment longer than usual, and you realized she had been glaring at the dark circles that were starting to grow more evident under your eyes. You hoped that was concern in her gaze, and not annoyance. It was hard to tell with her.
“I think we’ve got this from here. Go sleep. Make sure your pager is on and ready. You’re no help if you’re zoned out like this.”
Now normally, you’d argue. You’d be a fucking spitball. No, you’re not benching me. I can do this. I’m fine. Fuck off. But you were also an adult, and realized that she was absolutely right—in your current state, you were a nuisance if anything. You needed to get back to your usual energetic, actually helpful self. Constantly blanking and staring at what was happening was not going to help anything, and certainly not going to help the patients. So, with a resigned sigh, you nodded at your superior and started on the way to the On-Call Room.
After a few steps, though, you realized you still had the old wallet. Stifling a groan, you ducked your head and made your way to a desk.
“Hey, Nat.” You called to your friend as you met up with her. She had been typing—probably a report. Natasha always made sure to stay on top of whatever work needed to be done. You two had been friends in your early days college days, as well as roomies for a time. She had eventually graduated, being older than you, and and moved in with her boyfriend, while you downsized to a studio apartment. It was a joyous surprise when you both found each other in the same hospital. When she looked up, you handed her the item. “This came in with the ambulance. Needs to be logged. His ID should be in there. I’m passing out.”
The redhead smirked. “Dropping your workload on me while you catch some z’s? Okay, I see how it is.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll make it up to you, swearsies.” You mumbled back with an eyeroll. Fatigue was hitting you like a bus, and you needed to lay down.
“Oooo, ‘swearsies’. Serious business there, babe. I expect major atonement.”
“Mmm, maybe you can count my ‘atonement’ as not telling your boyfriend you call other people babe.”
Natasha, in turn, laughed at your poor attempt at a comeback. “Clint calls you ‘babe’ all the time, if you don’t remember. Hell, you could totally join us sometimes. I don’t know how he feels about poly, but I’m sure we can figure something out.”
Your friend then paused, sighed, and looked at you with all-too-knowing eyes. “You really do look like shit, hun. Go get some shuteye, I’ll log this. What’s the guy’s name?”
Already turning around, you shrugged. “Don’t know. Look inside.”
You had only taken a couple steps when you heard Natasha mumble in confusion, her words making your blood run cold;
“’Pietro Maximoff’? Didn’t we go to school with him?”
--I planned for this to be a little oneshot,,,,,maybe a lil more than a drabble. But nope. Apparently it’s gonna be a (mini??) series. why did you let me do this.But yeah!! Part one!! Part two will be up soon, I’m pretty sure. Also, congrats again to Jem on her 1K! Go follow her, y’all!!! She writes much better than me, and her blog (and her in general tbh) is fucking QUALITY 👌👌👌
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You’ve Got Mail (7)
Summary: You find yourself falling for stranger on an anonymous messenger app created for students at your college. What happens when you discover that they’re not a stranger after all?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count:1,000
Warnings: References to sex. Cock block Natasha (sue me, I’m a tease). Swearing. FLUFF ALL THE FLUFF. Swearing as per usual.
A/N: Guess who’s back? Back again! Having time to write again has been so good for me and I hope you guys enjoy what I’ve come up with. Ideas for basically all of my fics have been rattling around in my head during this last month and I can’t wait to share them with you all! Thanks for all your continued support! Continuation of my prompt from @spideywhiteys writing challenge
Soft snoring beside you draws you from sleep. You blink your eyes open and squint against the sunlight streaming in from the window. A grin spreads across your face as you take in Steve’s sleeping face. His ever-present worry lines are all but gone and you can’t help but reach up and stroke your fingers down his face.
You are torn from your thoughts of the beautiful man beside you as the handle of your door begins to rattle. “Open up shit head! It’s an emergency!”
“Steve,” You whisper as loud as you can as you poke his bare chest. “Oh my god! Steve, Natasha is at the door.”
Steve tosses his arm over your waist, pinning you to the mattress. “Huh? ‘S too early, baby.”
“You’re an actual dumbass. Wake up!” You tweak his nipple harshly and his eyes fly open. You clap your hand over his mouth to stifle his shout. “Give me a second, Natty. I-” you raise your voice to carry through the door.
“Steve’s missing and Bucky is having a meltdown. Have you heard from him?” She continues her assault on your doorknob. “Open up! Dude, what are you doing in there? Fuck, did you bring home your mystery man?”
His blue eyes widen, and he pulls the quilt up over your heads with a groan. “We’re not here. That solves all our problems.”
You elbow him in the side, not being able to keep the smile off your face from his antics. “Why does Bucky think you’re missing?”
Steve trails his lips up your neck, pausing to leave a kiss over your pulse point. “I don’t know, but it’s ruining what would’ve been a perfectly lazy morning with my girlfriend.”
You suck in a harsh breath and try to keep your voice even despite his advances. “Girlfriend?”
“What? Yeah- I mean-,” Steve stutters and despite the darkness created by your blanket fort, you can see the brilliant blush spreading across his skin. “If you’re not ready-”
You cup Steve’s warm cheeks in your hands and kiss his pouted lips. He groans and twists his body to settle above you. You run your fingers through his messy hair and stop to trace his plump lips. “God, would it kill you to shut up for two seconds? I’d love to be your girlfriend.”
Steve pauses as your words sink in and surges down to connect your lips again. One of his arms is braced to hold himself above you as the other hand trails down your bare torso. His fingers glide over your hips and inch closer and closer to-
“Open the door you little nasty! I think this may be life or death. I know he’s the last person you want to think about but-”
You yank on Steve’s discarded t-shirt and throw the door open enough to see the certain redhead that’s insistent on interrupting the encore of last night. “What’s going on?”
“Oh my god! You got laid,” She screeches and tries to peak around you to see who’s in your bed.
“I’m a little busy at the moment, Natty.” You slip into the hallway and shut the door behind you.
“Okay, we are so talking about this later. Fuck, you’re distracting me!” She takes a deep breath. “Have you heard from Steve since last night? Bucky was tight-lipped on the details but apparently, Steve stopped responding after sending some freaky texts.”
You keep a straight face and force yourself to keep eye contact with Natasha. “Nope, haven’t heard from him.”
“Shit. I know he’s been a complete douche, but he might be in some kind of trouble.”
“Uh- let me deal with all that,” you say as you nod toward your door. “Then I can help with whatever you and Buck need, okay?”
“Fine. But, you owe me all the dirty details when this shit show is over,” Natasha sing-songs as you slam the door closed.
You twist your fingers together and worry your lip in between your teeth. Steve reaches out for you and you move to sit beside him on the bed. “Why does Bucky think that you’re missing?”
Steve traces his fingers over your clenched fists until you relax into his touch. “I- uh- last night before you let me in I texted him and said that you rejected me.”
“Is that the last he’s heard from you?”
“Yeah,” his low voice sends shivers down your spine. “But, ‘s not my fault that I got a bit distracted.”
“You have our friends ready to call the police, you meatball. You have to call Buck.”
“How come you didn’t tell Natasha it was me in here?” Steve’s voice cracks on the last word and it feels as if his eyes are boring holes into you. “That could’ve solved the problem.”
You feel your cheeks heat up and bury your face in the crook of his neck. “I didn’t know if you wanted to tell everyone.”
“Sweetheart? Can you look at me?” He tucks his finger under your chin and tilts your face up to meet his eyes. “I wasn’t kidding when about the girlfriend thing. I want everything that comes with that.”
He pulls you closer into his side and presses a kiss to your hairline. You tilt your head up so that you can meet his lips and Steve smiles into the kiss.
“C’mon lover boy, let’s go shout our love from the rooftops.”
Steve raises his brows as the two of you get dressed. “I don’t think we have roof access after Clint’s Fourth of July fiasco.”
“Metaphorically, dumbass.”
“Your dumbass.”
“My dumbass.”
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You’ve Got Mail (5)
Summary: You find yourself falling for stranger on an anonymous messenger app created for students at your college. What happens when you discover that they’re not a stranger after all?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 1500
Warnings: Cussing. Mentions of sex. Slight angst?
A/N: What’s up my dudes! Hopefully this makes up for my late chapter last week. Please let me know what you think, talking with you guys is my muse! SCREAM AT ME. I hope you’re all having a great week so far! This is a continuation of my entry for @spideywhiteys 1000 follower challenge.
“Steve,” you say as you wave your hand in front of his face. “Stevie?”
Steve’s blue eyes snap up to yours and you step away from him to give him some space. The blanket you dropped on the ground earlier wraps around your feet and you feel yourself tumbling backward. Instead of toppling into the glass table, you find yourself straddling Steve’s thick thighs. His long fingers are wrapped securely around your wrist. You meet his eyes again and you don’t break the contact until there is a loud knock at the door.
You startle off his lap as soon as your brain is back online, your legs feeling like jelly. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” Steve breathes out. “I- uh- I’m fine. Sorry if I scared you.”
“What happened? You were comatose.”
“I just- I need to tell you-”
Another knock sounds against the door, cutting off his sentence. He spares you a glance as he moves to answer the door. You throw your head against the back of the couch as you try to make sense of what just happened. Steve comes back into the room with two stuffed bags of food.
“I think you over-ordered,” you say with a smile. “So, what were you saying before?”
Steve shakes his head as he spreads the food across the table. “It was nothing, doll. I was just lost in thought.”
You feel your cheeks heat up and your heart pounds against your chest. “You haven’t called me that in weeks.”
Steve scoops up a container and avoids your eyes. “Like I said, I missed you.”
“Steve, that doesn’t explain what’s going on,” you insist. “Talk to me.”
He chokes on the chicken that he shoveled into his mouth. “It’s nothing,” his voice raises an octave. “I was in kind of a weird place.”
Your brows furrow as you try and place the familiar words. Steve places his hand on your knee and offers you one of your containers. His action halts your train of thought and you can’t help but smile at him.
“What did you decide on?” Steve slouches back into the couch and looks over at you. When you shrug your shoulders, he picks up the remote and clicks on one of your favorite movies. He nudges you with his shoulder and waggles his eyebrows.
“Okay, fine. I’ll drop it for now,” you say and narrow your eyes at him. “But, I’m not letting this go. You’ll have to talk eventually.”
As the movie drags on you lean closer and closer to Steve, eventually nodding off against his shoulder. He looks away from the screen and smiles at your curled up form. He sweeps your hair off your face and moves to pick you up and carry you his bed.
You snore softly in his arms as he walks down the hall. “’M not taking your bed,” you yawn into his chest. “Let me down, and I’ll walk back to my place.”
“It’s no trouble,” Steve murmurs, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “I’ll sleep in Buck’s room.”
“Steve, really, I need to go home.”
He sets you down onto the floor and steadies you with his arms as you sway gently. “At least let me walk you.”
As you are unlocking your front door Natasha pulls it open and ushers you inside. You greet her with a tired smile and you look back at Steve. “Thanks for tonight.”
“No, thank you,” he smiles and turns to leave. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
As you walk to your room Natasha slips out into the hallway. “Steve, you need to let her go.”
Steve whips around with a frown on his face. “What are you talking about?”
“She deserves to be happy,” Natasha snaps. “She met someone, and you need to let her explore it. He makes her happy.”
Steve scoffs and turns to leave. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“It’s too late, Steve,” Natasha murmurs and reaches out for his forearm. “They’ve been seeing each other for over a month. Please don’t do anything that will jeopardize it.”
The color drains from Steve’s face and he freezes. “What?”
“She’s been seeing this guy and he’s good to her. He’s good for her.” Natasha runs her fingers over Steve’s arm and she gives him a sad smile. “I love you, but, if anything happens to screw it up I’m coming after you first. You’ve had three years, it’s time to let her go.”
“But-”
Natasha’s icy stare leaves no room for question and she pulls Steve in for a hug. “I’m sorry.”
Steve takes a deep breath and he drops his head against Natasha’s shoulder. She gives him one more squeeze and she turns to enter your apartment.
Steve feels his phone buzz in his pocket and his eyes blur with unshed tears. You had clearly met someone and were now playing the field, unknowingly with him. He opens up Campus Chat as he flops on his bed and he can’t help but respond.
ActualWitch: Hey what?
ActualWitch: I would’ve blocked you for the heart grows fonder thing but you intrigued me with the hey
ActualWitch: Gramps?
Actual Witch: Is it past your bedtime?
CaptainDumbass: It was a typo
ActualWitch: Aw was it meant for one of your other girls?
ActualWitch: you trying to slide into some DM’s?
CaptainDumbass: nope
CaptainDumbass: you’re the only girl for me
ActualWitch: FLATTERER
ActualWitch: What do you want?
ActualWitch: yuor being too nice
CaptainDumbass: I swear I don’t want anything
ActualWitch: you didn’t even correct my mistake
ActualWitch: You also could’ve made it totally porny and said all I want is you
ActualWitch: or something along those lines
CaptainDumbass: I just wanted to make sure you got home safe
ActualWitch: Yeah I’m all good
ActualWitch: Just a little sleepy
CaptainDumbass: I’ll let you get to sleep
ActualWitch: Goodnight
ActualWitch: sleep good
CaptainDumbass: You too sweetheart
The next few days fly by as you continue to talk with your mystery guy. Steve, on the other hand, is back to avoiding you. You had tried to stop by and see him twice, only to be met with Bucky both times. On Wednesday your last lecture gets canceled, and you’re bursting with excitement.
ActualWitch: Hey
ActualWitch: What’re you up to?
CaptainDumbass: absolutely nothing
CaptainDumbass: Do you need me to distract you from class?
ActualWitch: IT GOT CANCELED
ActualWitch: So I was thinking we could meet up tonight
ActualWitch: I mean only if you're still free?
Steve rushes into the living room and his eyes dart around, searching for Bucky. He finds him sprawled across their sectional with his head in Sam’s lap.
“Hey, you done beating your meat?” Bucky asks with a grin.
“Gross, Barnes,” Sam chuckles.
“I did something stupid.” Steve plops down next to the pair and swipes his hand through his hair. “God, I screwed up.”
Bucky rolls his head toward Steve and rolls his eyes. “What’s new, Rogers?”
Sam tugs on Bucky’s hair and looks back to Steve. “What happened? How can we help?”
“It can’t be helped. I’m fucked.”
“Damn look at you, breaking out the big-boy swears.” Bucky grins up at Steve until he sees his eyes glossing over. He pulls himself up and throws an arm around Steve. “Hey, hey we’ll fix whatever it is. Steve, look at me.”
Steve’s eyes meet Bucky’s and he falls into his friends’ sides. “I fell in love with Y/N.”
Sam shoots Bucky a confused look. “You’ve been stuck on her for three years, Steve.”
“No, you don’t get it. I matched with her on Campus Chat and we talked, and I-” Steve’s voice cracks and he buries his face in Sam’s shoulder. “I didn’t know how to…”
“That doesn’t sound like a problem to me,” Bucky says softly.
“I found out it was her and I kept messaging her. I couldn’t help myself,” Steve babbles. “I couldn’t lose her to this other guy she’s seing, but now she wants to meet me…”
Bucky’s eyebrows shoot up and he grins. “Holy shit.”
Steve drops his head into his hands and he groans. “Bucky, I know. I know how bad it is.”
“No, holy shit, I think that you are the other guy!” Bucky dissolves into a fit of laughter. “This is fucking insane!”
Sam punches him in the side. “What on god’s green earth are you talking about?”
Bucky forces Steve to look up at him. “We were catching up and she told me about this dumbass she was chatting with on that app. A guy that she hadn’t ever met. She seemed completely enamored with the dude. I didn’t think much of it, until right now. Fuck, what was his name?”
“But Natasha said-”
“Captain dumbass! She called him captain dumbass.”
“Oh my god,” Steve whispers.
Sam’s eyebrow quirks as he watches the pair. “Steve, you’ve got to tell her.”
Bucky nods his head along with Sam’s suggestion but then he goes quiet. “Wait, how long have you known it was her?”
Steve looks away again. “Since Saturday.”
“You’re so fucked.”
Sam pushes his hand over Bucky’s mouth and glares at him. “Not helping, sugar.”
Steve sucks in a deep breath and opens up the text thread. “Sam’s right. The longer I wait the worse it’ll get.”
“You’re sure? She might not react well.”
“I’m sure.”
CaptainDumbass: I can meet
ActualWitch: It only took you two years to respond…
ActualWitch: You’re getting faster and faster every day :)
ActualWitch: Gramps?
Part Four
Part Six
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You’ve Got Mail (4)
Summary: You find yourself falling for stranger on an anonymous messenger app created for students at your college. What happens when you discover that they’re not a stranger after all?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 1900
Warnings: Some swearing. Two dumb asses in love.
A/N: We’re coming to a head my friends! I’m so excited to share this next part with you. Please, please, please let me know what you think! Talking with you guys and hearing your thoughts makes me ridiculously happy. This is part of my entry for @spideywhiteys 1000 follower challenge, go check Jem out.
Natasha leads you into a booth at the diner across from your apartment building. After the waiter drops your drinks off at the table she gives you an expectant look. You stir the straw around in your glass absentmindedly and take a deep breath. Your hands drop to the sticky table, avoiding her eyes.
“I want what you and Clint have.” You look up from your clasped hands. “Hell, I want what Bucky and Sam have. I want someone who knows me inside and out and loves me for it-”
Natasha reaches across the table for your hand and cuts you off. “Honey-”
“Nat, its fine. I’m fine. It’s just hard not to think about it when I’m surrounded by happy couples.”
She squeezes your hand softly. “We’re not always happy.”
“I know that,” you say. “No relationship is going to be perfect. But, in the end, you make it work and you can’t deny that you’re not happier with Clint in your life.”
Her eyes soften, and she nods her head. “He’s my everything.”
You smile at her. “I kinda met someone.”
Her eyes go wide, and she grips your hand again, tighter this time. “What? When? Are they hot? Have you slept together?” She pauses briefly, and her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. “Oh my god, was it Tony’s app?”
Your cheeks heat up and you busy yourself with the menu in front of you. “Yeah, it was the fucking app,” you whisper. “God, I feel so stupid.”
She tugs the menu away from your face. “One, you get the same thing every time we come here. Two, why do you feel stupid? Who cares how you met someone?”
“We’ve never actually met,” you mumble.
“Come again?”
“I’ve never actually met him. I don’t even know his name.”
Natasha’s jaw drops and her brows furrow. “How long has this been going on?”
“Since the night of the release party.”
“That was weeks ago,” she shouts, much to the annoyance of the couple in the booth behind yours. The old woman whips her head around to glare daggers at the two of you.
You clap your hand over her mouth with wide eyes. “Natty shh. I know!”
You drop your hand from her face when you’re sure she won’t yell again. “I didn’t even know you were still using it! I figured you stopped as soon as I talked to Clint. I mean that was the deal, right?”
You nod your head and pull out your phone. “Yeah, but I got attached.” Your head drops onto the table with a quiet bang. “I really like him, Natasha.”
“I’m not seeing the issue? Besides you not telling me ‘till now.”
“I don’t even know him! What if he’s a serial killer? What if he’s a terrible frat guy?”
She rolls her eyes at you and presses against your forehead, forcing you to sit up. “You’ve been talking for over a month, I think you’re a pretty good judge of character. So, when are you meeting him?”
“Do you think I should?”
“Do you think you shouldn’t?”
“You’re not being helpful,” you whine.
“You’re the only one that can decide if you should meet this guy,” she says. “Does he make you happy?”
“Yeah, yeah he does.”
The waiter comes back to take your orders and after Natasha launches into a story about one of her coaches. You set your phone off to the side, not noticing the vibration signaling a new message. Once you’re home you unlock your phone, grinning at the screen when you realize you have an unread text from your mystery man.
CaptainDumbass: OH MY GOD
ActualWitch: ???
ActualWitch: Are you okay
CaptainDumbass: It took you like a year to respond
ActualWitch: I haven’t had my phone all morning
ActualWitch: Why were you freaking out?
CaptainDumbass: OH YEAH
CaptainDumbass: WAIT
CaptainDumbass: WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT
ActualWitch: you declared your undying love for me
CaptainDumbass: Yes
CaptainDumbass: Wait, no
CaptainDumbass: I…
ActualWitch: Im messing with you gramps
CaptainDumbass: I do like you though
CaptainDumbass: But I didn’t mean to spring it on you like that
CaptainDumbass: I was in kind of a weird place
ActualWitch: But you still like me?
CaptainDumbass: Yes
ActualWitch: We’re on the same page then
ActualWitch: I like you too
CaptainDumbass: I thought it was a dream that I told you
ActualWitch: Are you okay?
CaptainDumbass: Yeah
CaptainDumbass: I just had a rough night
CaptainDumbass: Is that too vague?
ActualWitch: A bit?
CaptainDumbass: I was confused about my feelings and one of my friends decided it would be a good idea to get really drunk
CaptainDumbass: but not so much
ActualWitch: I think we’ve all been there
CaptainDumbass: I don’t regret it though
CaptainDumbass: I think it would have taken me a lot longer to get the courage to tell you
ActualWitch: You don’t even regret the hangover?
CaptainDumbass: I don’t even regret the hangover…
CaptainDumbass: not if it means you know how I feel
ActualWitch: you’re a fucking sap
ActualWitch: I wish I could bring you coffee or painkillers or something...
CaptainDumbass: is that your way of saying you want to meet me?
CaptainDumbass: because I’d love nothing more
CaptainDumbass: … Please answer
CaptainDumbass: I take it back
CaptainDumbass: I’m so sorry
ActualWitch: I literally didn’t answer for thirty secods
CaptainDumbass: Are you still mocking me?
CaptainDumbass: OR DID YOU MAKE A MISTAKE?!?!?!
CaptainDumbass: GRANDMA!
ActualWitch: Why do I want to meet you again?
CaptainDumbass: You want to meet me?
ActualWitch: I was trying to say that and then you had a small meltdown
CaptainDumbass: When are you free?
ActualWitch: Tuesday night?
CaptainDumbass: I have class then
CaptainDumbass: Wednesday?
ActualWitch: Class :(
CaptainDumbass: What about tonight?
CaptainDumbass: Is that too soon??
ActualWitch: I mean that works for me
CaptainDumbass: There’s a little coffee shop on main, does that work
ActualWitch: Are you talking about Val’s??
CaptainDumbass: Yes?
CaptainDumbass: Have you been there?
ActualWitch: I might be in love with you….
ActualWitch: VALS IS MY LIFE
CaptainDumbass: Well then
CaptainDumbass: See you tonight
ActualWitch: Look for the girl with the roses
CaptainDumbass: Oh smart. So I know its you
ActualWitch: I WAS KIDDING
ActualWitch: Oh my godddddddddddddddddd
ActualWitch: See you tonight dummy
You toss your phone down and notice a draft of one of Steve’s assignments on your desk that he must’ve left after your last study session. You squeeze your eyes closed and lean back against your bed. You’d been able to push Steve out of your thoughts all morning, but now he was at the forefront of your mind. You push yourself up off the bed and scoop his work up. You march down the hall to his door and take a breath before tapping on the door.
Steve swings the door open and his eyes light up briefly as he takes in the sight of you. The circles under his eyes seem darker and he leans against the doorframe with a quirked brow. “I uh- I missed you at breakfast,” his voice is rough as if he hasn’t spoken all day. “You and Nat- we missed you and Nat this morning.”
You shrug your shoulders and your lips quirk up. “Sorry, Stevie. We weren’t feeling up for it.”
Steve runs his hand over the back of his head and his cheeks dusted with a blush. “Oh, did you end up going out last night?”
Your nose crinkles and you shake your head. “I would’ve texted.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know what forget I said anything.” You thrust the stack of papers in your hand into his chest. “You left these at my place.”
You spin on your heel to leave, but Steve’s hand closes around your wrist. “What are we doing?”
“Well, I was trying to go back to my apartment.”
Steve groans and drops your hand. “You know that’s not what I meant!”
“I don’t know what to say, Steve.”
“You don’t have to say anything, I just miss my best friend.”
Your eyes dart down to your feet. “I miss you too.”
He tugs you toward his chest and you breathe in deeply as you settle against him. Steve nuzzles his nose into your hair, making you laugh. The two of you stay wrapped in each other’s arms until you hear approaching footsteps. You are torn as you step away from him.
“Are you busy right now?
You look down at your phone and notice that you need to head to Val’s soon. You look back up and can’t deny Steve’s pleading eyes. “I uh- No. No, I’m not busy. Why?”
Steve nods his head toward his door with a small smile. “Do you want to come watch movies with me? I’ll even get Chinese food from that shit-hole down the street.”
“Excuse you, that ‘shit-hole’ is so much better than the place you like.”
Steve’s smile grows and leads you into his place, grabbing your favorite blanket and getting you settled on the couch. “I’m going to go order the food. Pick whatever you want to watch, okay?”
Steve retreats to the kitchen and you glance behind you quickly. You open up the Campus Chat app to cancel your plans for the evening.
ActualWitch: Please don’t hate me
CaptainDumbass: I could never?
CaptainDumbass: Oh shit….
CaptainDumbass: Something came up can we reschedule?
ActualWitch: Yes!
ActualWitch: That’s why I texted you
Actual Witch: My friend is having a crisis
CaptainDumbass: Same here.
ActualWitch: When do you want to switch to
CaptainDumbass: What about this time next week?
ActualWitch: 5 next Saturday?
CaptainDumbass: works for me
ActualWitch: okay
ActualWitch: That’s a long time to wait…
You hear Steve puttering around the kitchen and turn back to your phone waiting for a response. Steve’s voice fills the apartment as he calls in your order and you snatch up the remote to find a movie before he gets back. He flops on the couch next to you, resting his head on your thigh.
“What took you so long in there?”
A blush dusts his cheeks as he looks up at you. “I had to send a quick text.”
Your smile falls for a split second, but you school your features before Steve sees. “Oh, to that girl you’ve been talking to?”
He nods his head in your lap and you decide to drop the conversation. As you continue the search for a movie you can feel Steve’s eyes on you. He sits up to help you look and you pass him the remote.
“I have to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” You stand quickly and retreat, hoping that a break will let the tension out of the room.
Steve watches as you rush to the bathroom with a small frown on his face. He pulls his phone out and his frown drops when he notices a new message on Campus Chat.
CaptainDumbass: Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Your phone buzzes on the coffee table right after he sends the message. Steve’s eyes widen, and he reaches for your phone. He drops his hand, rethinking his action, and instead unlocks his phone again.
CaptainDumbass: …
Another buzz sounds from the table.
CaptainDumbass: Hey
Another buzz.
Steve plucks your phone off the table and his eyes dart down the hallway. He unlocks your phone and his heart stops when he sees a very familiar text thread. Steve drops your phone as if it had bitten him and all the color drains from his face. He was fucked.
Part 3
Part 5
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When We Were Young - Part One
Bucky Barnes AU
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 4682 (Jesus... I’m sorry hahah)
Warnings: I think there are some swear words but idk anymore, angst, sadness lmao
Summary: Friends since they can remember and falling in love like they’re meant to. But sometimes life just isn’t what you expected. People making decisions, mistakes and saying things they shouldn’t when they’re young. When it comes to love, someone always gets hurt. Always.
Prompt: “I’m engaged to someone else, but I think I’m actually in love with you”
A/N: Y’all I’m back with sad and angsty Bucky lmao! This is Part One of my entry for @spideywhiteys 1k writing celebration! Congrats again! I really hope you like this hahah I’ve been so nervous to upload this because I worked so damn hard omg. But anyway I hope you guys like this, have fun!
Feedback is always greatly appreciated!
Tagging some mutuals and some lovely people!
@buckisthatyou @buckybarneshairpullingkink @buckystan-plums @v-2bucky @whyisbuckyso @samingtonwilson @sgtjbuccky @captain-ariel-barnes @thewintersadie
(You are not obligated to read this if you don’t want to)
Masterlist // Bucky Barnes Masterlist
Taking the mascara wand out of the tube I held it close my lashes, separating the hairs with the bristles, coating on a light amount of the black tinted paste. Next I brushed through my brows with a clear gel to hold the fine hairs in place. I wanted to look as natural as possible, but still like I put a little effort into how I presented myself to the outside. For the final touch, I applied a sheer red lipstick to match my rose tinted cheeks.
I opted for a yellow sundress, the hem reaching mid-thigh. It wasn’t too revealing just the right amount of skin showing off the tan I got over the summer, the colour of the dress exenterating it even more. To finish off the outfit, small golden studs adorned my ears. I took a final look at myself up and down in the mirror. The reflection showing a strong, independent woman, who has enough strength to survive the next three days. “You can do this, y/n.”
On my way out, I grabbed my tiny suitcase and quickly slipped into my heels. I didn’t pack a lot, if I’m lucky, I can fly back on Saturday. I put on my cardigan and saw the cab already waiting for me in front of my house. The cold morning breeze woke me up even further and catching a seven am flight didn’t seem too terrible anymore. We drove through London for a bit and I was able to catch the sight of the sun rising between the different buildings.
Y/n was surrounded by kids her age, forming a perfect circle around the scared little girl. They were shouting profanities, none of their parents would be proud to hear coming out of their child’s mouth. The playground was full of kids to pick on, so why did they pick her out of all of them? It was unfair, but y/n would later learn, that she’s actually grateful for being picked by them. Because if they didn’t, she would’ve probably never met her best friend.
One of the boys stepped closer to her, almost touching her nose with his. So close y/n could see the tiniest freckles on his face. “No wonder you don’t have any friends! You’re so weird.” They all laughed in sync making her feel the tears prickle at the corners of her eyes. Suddenly someone from outside of the circle spoke up.
“She does have a friend!” Everyone’s head turn to the boy who walked over to her to stand by her side. “Me!”
She looked up to the boy and smiled at him as a silent ‘thank you’. The kids left except for the boy with the freckles. “Great, now you can be weird together.” He ran away laughing, trying to catch up with his friends.
Y/n turned to the boy, a little frown on her face. “You don’t have to be my friend if you don’t want to. I am weird.” She looked to the ground, ashamed of the title they gave her.
The boy gently, but firmly gripped her shoulder so she would look at him. “I do want to be your friend, I also don’t have any because everyone thinks I’m weird.” She looks up to meet his eyes again with her eyebrows knitted together.
“Why would they think that?”
He was scared to reveal the reason why, but had faith and hope she wouldn’t push him away. “Because of my arm.” He pushed back the sleeve of his hoodie on his left arm. The silver of the metal reflected the few sunbeams shining through the cloudy sky that hovered over London.
She stared at his prosthetic arm in awe. “I’ve never seen anything so cool!” She lifted her head to look at him with sparkling eyes. His expression showed how relieved he was to hear those words coming from the pretty girl.
“My dad’s friends with Howard Stark, his son Tony hangs out at my place sometimes. He found a new way to make prosthetics and gave this to me for my birthday.” He’s never been so proud to talk about his arm.
Her admiration for him only grew bigger. “You’re dad’s friends with the Howard Stark?” He straightened his back and lifted his chin proudly. “Yes he is.”
“My names y/n.” She held out her hand out for him to shake.
“I’m Bucky.”
I was relieved that I got the seat next to the window. I love looking out and seeing a blanket of clouds beneath the plane. I prayed that the woman seated next to me, would leave me alone for the next eight hours.
I leaned my head on the window as the plane flew over the ocean. The sun had taken its place on the horizon tinting the clouds in a soft orange. I haven’t been on a plane in a long time, so the view’s taking my breath away.
My first time going to New York and it’s not for pleasure. I admire Manhattan and would’ve been thrilled to go a few years ago. But things have changed, people have left and the plan’s I had for my life changed too.
It’s summer! And what’s better than going to the sea to swim in the water to cool off from the unbearable heat? That’s what y/n and Bucky thought. So the first day of summer they went to Brighton to put on their swimming attire and leave their sweaters in the far back of their closet.
They laid down on their towels, y/n admiring the sight of the beach and the Brighton pier in the background, but Bucky was admiring something or more like, someone else. He looked over to her, the light breeze combing through her hair, the way she laid there with her elbows supporting her weight. She looked beautiful, every day a little more.
Y/n sat up and looked over to Bucky, excitement written all over her face. “Hey, let’s do a race. Whoever gets into the water first, wins!” Bucky nodded in agreement, a smug smile on his face.
Both standing up quickly to take off their shirts and shorts, running towards the water as fast as they could. But y/n was faster, she’s always been good at running and so left Bucky behind, reaching the cold water first. Y/n turned around to see Bucky finally reaching the water too.
“Ha I win!” Bucky now stood in front of her, but he wasn’t excited for her or stumping his foot because he lost, he wasn’t even looking into her eyes too focused on something else about her. Something about her changed and he was indeed staring.
“What’s wrong? Bucky?” Confused, she followed his gaze. She quickly covered her chest with her arms, but Bucky still couldn’t tear his eyes away.
“You- boobs. Uh, you have boobs.” He pointed at her chest from left to right.
“I- yeah they grew over winter m- Bucky, stop staring, please!” He tried to look at anything else but the new addition to her body.
“Yeah I’m sorry- um god I’m so sorry.” His face turned all kinds of shades of red as he lowered his head in embarrassment.
I threw my suitcase on the bed as well as my purse. With my makeup items in my hands I made my way towards the bathroom to freshen up.
I re-applied my makeup to make myself look as presentable as possible. Even though I’m not ready, I need to look like I am. And because I want to impress someone.
I walked out of the bathroom to the full length mirror hanging on the door. My hands drenched in sweat and my heart beating fast. I looked good, but I wanted to look better. Maybe I cared too much about him and I should’ve acknowledged the signs before digging myself a bigger hole.
I couldn’t resist taking a look out the window. The view just as breath-taking in real life, as I imagined it would be. The sight of the buildings standing tall and proud in front of the blue background the sky provided. “It’s so beautiful here, I wish Bucky never ruined this for me.”
I made my way out of the hotel lobby, onto the busy streets of Manhattan. I inhaled slowly and deep to calm my growing nerves. The more minutes passed, the bigger the unsettling feeling in my stomach got.
I looked up while walking to see the skyscrapers hovering over me, making me feel smaller than I actually am. I felt like I don’t belong here, like I’m no longer supposed to build a life here. A few years ago that was my dream. I had nothing else on my mind other than settling down in Manhattan. I had endless amounts of pictures of New York skylines, coffee shops and random buildings on my wall, to remind myself where I wanted to get to one day. My mother always thought it was ridiculous, when she heard Bucky and I talk about our plans. Oh Bucky. His dream came true and I’m still stuck in the past.
It was both Bucky’s and y/n’s first day of high school and the pressure of fitting in and finding friends, didn’t seem like an issue for both of them, because they promised each other to always be friends no matter what. To be loyal to their friendship and to always stick together, even if others join. But sometimes life throws challenges at you and you have to decide how you’re going to deal with them.
Sadly for them, they had to separate for the day, they said their goodbyes and went on to make memories for the first day.
Lunchtime came around and y/n was overly excited to see her best friend and tell him about how her day was so far. She walked into the huge room filled with people eating, chatting and laughing. She spotted Bucky even from the distance they had and her excitement only grew bigger. Y/n made her way to the table he was sitting at. But the closer she got she was able to see the other two boys sitting across from him.
She tapped Bucky’s shoulder to announce her arrival. He looked up to her with the biggest smile.
“Sit down, doll.” He waited until she sat down next to him. “This is Steve and Sam.” Both of them gave her a little wave. She smiled at the two boys. “This is my best friend, y/n. I told you about her this morning.”
“Yeah I remember.” Steve said with a sweet smile. “Don’t worry, he only said good things.”
“Very good things.” Sam chimed into the conversation, dragging the ‘y’ longer than needed.
Bucky’s cheeks flushed red and tried to hide it by looking to the other side, but she still noticed.
Every head seemed to turn as a red headed girl entered the room, her presence was strong and you could definitely tell when she’s in the room. The red headed beauty came closer to the table next to y/n’s and she took in her seemingly perfect figure.
She had hips shaped by the gods themselves and her front didn’t disappoint as well. Y/n suddenly found herself looking at her own chest, feeling embarrassed about how little she had to offer. But her face was the epitome of beauty. Y/n knew her skin felt soft like feathers just from looking at it, her eyes giving the perfect contrast to her hair and her lips plump and full.
Y/n grazed her finger over her mouth, slowly moving to her cheeks and feeling the jealousy rising. The torturing fire in the pit of her stomach only growing stronger at the sight of Bucky staring at the girl.
“Who’s that?” You finally found the courage to ask.
Sam was quick to answer her burning question. “That’s Natasha. She’s already the most popular girl!” Y/n looked over to Bucky again, seeing him still staring at her like she’s the sun, the moon and the stars. She felt her stomach drop.
It didn’t seem to get easier for y/n, the three boys continuing to talk about Natasha like she’s god herself. Talking about everything y/n’s not. So she zoned out.
She felt like she wasn’t present. Like she stood next to the table, invisible, observing the scene in front of her. Her body guiding her to the exit, leaving the three to gush over god herself.
The worst part was, that Bucky never even noticed y/n standing up from her seat and leaving. He was too consumed by the beauty. Natasha was truly a piece of art in Bucky’s eyes. He wanted to get over y/n and another girl to have a crush on seemed like the perfect opportunity. No, he wasn’t ignoring y/n, he was just too interested in the new girl in sight.
I reached the New York Palace Hotel and regretted stepping foot on the property when I saw how prestige it was. He really did get everything in life that he wanted.
My sundress suddenly felt too short and I played with the hem of the dress, desperately trying to pull it down to cover more of my thighs. The people walking in and out of the hotel wearing expensive designer clothes. I never really cared for how much my clothes cost, but I suddenly felt like I stepped into another word.
The inside outdid the front of the hotel by millions. I felt unworthy of walking on the polished floors, I’m probably contaminating the air with my middleclass presence. I couldn’t believe Bucky actually lives here. Did he ever work for that automobile company, Hydra? I still remember that being his dream job.
I walked over to the front desk, already getting stared at by some of the guests. I rummaged through my bag trying to find the invitation. I couldn’t help but look around me, to confirm people looking at me, I’ve never felt so observed. Even the security men appeared to look me up and down, like they’re trying to confirm that I’m a criminal.
Finally getting the invitation out of my bag I hand it over to the man.
“I’m invited to this, um which room is it in?” The uncomfortable feeling of being in the wrong world didn’t leave me alone and my hands just collected more sweat in their palms. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to talk as he just scribbled the room number and floor on the invitation I placed in front of him.
I stepped into one of the elevators and luckily no one was inside. I let out a long sight and leaned my back on the wall. Why didn’t the guy talk to me? Am I that out of place? Or maybe he can’t speak and therefor couldn’t have talked to me! Or maybe he actually thought I was unworthy to be talked to.
I just wanted to go back to England and forget this whole thing.
The elevator doors opened and the huge hallway presented itself.
Bucky and y/n sat in their fort talking and eating the snacks they got from the store. Bucky got a car for his birthday so it made everything easier. They adorned the inside with fairy lights and paper birds, that they folded just hours ago. Some may say that this is childish, but Bucky and y/n are a special bunch. They were discussing the most important part of their life right now, the future.
“When we’re older, you’re going to work for Stark Industries and I’m going to work for Hydra, I love their cars and I’m so happy my parents got me one for my birthday, even though it’s used.” Bucky spoke as she was visualizing it in her head. “We’re going to live in an apartment on the Upper East Side together.” Bucky sighed. “It’s going to be amazing.” He looked over to you staring at the lights on the ceiling of their fort, completely in her head. Bucky noticed how gorgeous she looked once again and that he’s never going to get over her, no matter how pretty, smart or funny the other girls were. Y/n was all of that and more. She outdid every girl he’s even met and she didn’t have to do anything, it’s in her nature.
But y/n doubted him, she saw how he looked at Natasha and the thought crossed her mind that they’re going to do all the things she wanted to do with Bucky. But she didn’t want to tell him that she’s jealous, they’re not together and that means that Bucky is single and available for everyone.
“I don’t think you’d want that. Once we graduate, you’re going to forget about me.” She sat up and nervously picked at the loose skin around her nails.
Bucky was shocked at her confession and he wanted to change her mind. He sat up as well so he could look at her. He took her hands in his and she lifted her head to look in his eyes.
“What, no! You’re my favourite person in this whole universe. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.” He couldn’t believe he’s telling her all this. “Meeting you has been the best gift life has given me, I like you more that our favourite song.” He saw a shy smile creeping up on her face and she searched his eyes for dishonesty, but couldn’t find it. He meant every word he said.
Bucky forgot everything around them. Natasha didn’t seem to exist anymore. She took his breath away, but he needed her to breath, to survive. Y/n has given him a reason to wake up and smile every day. Just her sitting next to her made life easier. In this moment Bucky realized how deep he has fallen for her and there didn’t seem an end to it.
He looked at her in awe. Not just her beauty, but her everything. Everything she is, amazed him to an endless amount.
They looked into each other’s eyes, some may say you could see the affection like an aura around them, glowing and growing with every second. Fingers intertwined, feeling each other’s presence. Buck was the first to lean closer and she followed his lead, feeling nothing but him. Their lips touched just a little and both felt the energy. As soon as their lips fully connected, the sparks could be seen from miles away. No other kiss in the history could compare. They were soulmates, possibly made for each other and the kiss was supposed to seal their future together.
I stepped closer to the door, with the number the man on the front wrote on the invitation. With every step, I got more and more nervous. I was scared to see him again. Everything has changed and I was scared I wouldn’t recognize him or he wouldn’t recognize me. Just the sight of the building he’s living in, made me feel like a failure. I don’t want to talk about where I live or what job I’m doing. I just know he’s going to thing I’m stuck, like I didn’t achieve anything in life.
I knocked on the door with shaky hands, waiting for someone to open up. What if I messed up the date and missed it? Or the time?
My brain wouldn’t shut up and I was glad I heard the door click open, reviling a woman I’ve never seen. She was beautiful, absolutely gorgeous. Her tight dress hugging her skinny figure perfectly and her hair was beautifully curled.
“Hey, I’m y/n.“ I held up my invitation like an idiot and she took a quick glance at it before speaking up.
“Hi, come in.” She stepped away from the door and as I walked past her, I could see her eyeing me up and down with disgust on her face.
As I made my way through the hallway to the living room, I could see that they definitely have a lot of money. The floor had marble tiles and the paintings on the wall were put into golden frames. As I reached the entry way to the living room, a small sign caught my eye that said: “Soon to be Mr & Mrs Barnes”
Just reading the words made me want to throw up and leave immediately.
I entered the living room and my breath got stuck in my throat. Just from seeing the golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, I knew they’re loaded. The huge room was filled with expensive furniture and décor, everything tying together perfectly. The colour scheme worked well with the lifestyle they seemed to have, expensive.
The dark grey painted walls complemented the marble floors and the black furniture made the room look even more expensive and classy. Even just their living room appears to cost more than my entire house.
I looked around the room to spot some familiar faces, but couldn’t find any. Everyone dressed in their finest clothes, tailored suits, knee length dresses and fur scarfs draped around their necks. The bags the women are holding in their hands so casually, probably cost more than my bed.
The feeling of having stepped into another world only grew and I felt ashamed to be here amongst all these wealthy people. I went over to one of the couches looking at the black leather for a minute, contemplating whether I should sit or not. I don’t want to ruin the fabric by me sitting on it. I decided to sit down, feeling like an idiot standing here staring at the couch.
I observed the guests in the room wondering where the parents of the groom to be are. In my hour of sitting here, I couldn’t spot anyone familiar. Did he abandon everyone else just like me?
And then I saw him, standing amongst everyone else in deep conversation with people I don’t recognize. He’s wearing a grey suit that looks just as expensive as everyone else’s, holding a glass of champagne. He hasn’t changed a bit, the only thing being that he got a little older. His face matured and his features are more defined. His light stubble reminds me of the one he used to have when he first grew his beard out a bit, but that was when we were young. Even from this distant, his blue eyes stood out like the moon on a clear night sky.
He got taller and bulked up, the seams on his suit trying not to give in. He still looks beautiful, hand created by god himself.
All of a sudden he looked at me. His eyes growing at the sight of me sitting here. He turned to his guests and held a finger up, signalling them to wait a second. He fully turned his body and walked over to me. I stood up quickly and froze on the spot. He walked with a bright smile on his face and seemed to be excited. This is the first time I’m seeing him again after leaving High school and I’ve never been so nervous, not even when I was on my way to our first date.
Y/n sat in the car with her mother driving her to her first date with Bucky. She was shaking from how nervous she was. Bucky had asked her to the movies after they kissed and that whole week felt like torture, just waiting for Saturday to finally arrive. As soon as she came home that evening, she told her mother about her upcoming date, her mother getting almost as excited as y/n. She always knew Bucky and y/n belonged together.
Getting ready appeared to be the hardest part, the process taking longer because she wanted to look perfect. In the end, she decided on jeans and a yellow top, given that it’s going to be casual.
Y/n finally arrived at the movies, gave her mother a kiss on her cheek and said goodbye. She walked into the huge building and saw Bucky already standing inside. Her stomach twisted and turned at the sight of her handsome date. He was wearing a grey shirt and jeans as well as her, but he still looked amazing.
She walked over to him and her hands became sweatier with every step, quickly wiping them on her legs. As she reached him, he pulled her into a big hug. Letting go of each other, she looked into his eyes and his wide smile matched hers.
“I’m really excited.” She spoke as her smile only grew bigger at the thought of them actually being on a date.
“Yeah, I’m a little nervous.” He looked down to his feet, his cheeks turning red. Y/n always thought Bucky looked adorable when he was nervous and she thought the same thing in that very moment.
“Aw, you don’t have to be nervous.”
Bucky looked up and over her shoulder. He started grinning while waving to someone behind her. “There they are.”
Y/n looked over her shoulder and felt her stomach drop a bit. Natasha and Steve were walking up to them with bright smiles. Y/n was sad that Bucky wanted to make this a double date, but as she thought about it for a second, it seemed like a good idea. Being on a date alone for the first time is nerve wrecking and having another couple there, could calm them down.
Both of them reached the pair and Y/n’s throat closed completely as Bucky went over to Natasha, giving her a kiss on her cheek. Y/n was confused, but everything seemed to place itself together as Steve gave y/n a kiss on the cheek too. Bucky wasn’t going on a date with y/n, he was going with Natasha.
Steve handed y/n her ticket and she gave him a rather sad smile. Bucky and Natasha were walking hand in hand in front of y/n and Steve and she felt her world crumble. She was confused as to why he asked her on a date and now he’s holding Natasha’s hand. This was supposed to be one of the most memorable moments in y/n’s life, but now it’s just another evening with a tight throat and tears.
Before going in to watch the movie y/n was so excited about, she pulled Bucky back by his sleeve.
“Why is Steve my date?” She wanted to get mad, but Bucky looked so happy to be with Natasha.
“I told you Steve would be your date, didn’t I?” He looked at his best friend with confusion, pretty sure he told her about Steve.
“Oh yeah, sorry I just forgot.” She forced a laugh to come out of her mouth, hurting with the dry throat she got.
Bucky’s lips formed into a smile again. “You should stop forgetting everything, silly.” He ruffled through her hair, making her feel like a child.
She hesitated before going in. Bucky didn’t notice her uncomfortableness and didn’t seem to care. Steve ignored her throughout the whole movie, talking with Nat and Bucky. Silent tears falling down her cheeks and anger bubbling up inside her.
Before she could stop herself she ran out of the room, Bucky shouting after her, but she couldn’t hear him. Her ears were ringing and she called her mother to pick her up. Her voice breaking with every word. She stopped in front of the door, looking over her shoulder in hopes Bucky or even Steve ran after her, but no one did.
She exited the movie theatre covering her mouth with her hand to muffle the sound of her cries. Y/n went over to the trashcan and threw her ticked away, wanting to erase every memory of this evening. Her mother pulled up in front of the theatre and came running out of the car to hold her broken hearted daughter.
That night she cried herself to sleep, with the image of Bucky and Natasha, burning in her head. That night, y/n died a little inside.
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