#1k sweethearts diner writing challenge

[the-iceni-bitch]

Plain to See

Pairing: Single DILF elementary school teacher!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist fem!reader

Words: ~6k

Summary: Your gorgeous, clean cut neighbor needs a favor, and how can you possibly say no?

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, f receiving oral sex, genital piercings, semi rough sex, light choking, squirting, hair pulling, dirty talk, slight breeding kink), single dad Steve (trust me, he’s a fucking warning), reader has tattoos, adorable toddler, fluff, slowish burn, idiots in love (I can’t stop myself), SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: This was an absolute monster to finish when I had to work all week but it’s done!!! My official entry for @bemine-bucky’s Sweetheart Diner challenge (prompt in bold), and I messed myself up with this one. I am now fully on the DILF Steve train and if you think I’m not gonna write anymore for these adorable lovebirds, you would be mistaken. Love you so much Sav!! You deserve the world!!

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“Ok Sarah, remember, this is our secret, ok?” You handed the giggling toddler one of the still warm cookies, giving her a big grin as she looked at it with wonder. “No telling your dad, and no sharing with Molly.”

She nodded seriously before taking a hesitant bite, squealing when your sweet mutt shoved her head into the child’s lap to try and steal a lick. You scolded the dog and she gave you a forlorn look before moping off to sink into her bed with a huff at being excluded from treat time. The toddler finished her cookie in record time, and after wiping all the melted chocolate off her face while she squirmed, you gave her a dog treat to give to your poor neglected pup. You couldn’t help but grin when Molly took it from the little girl’s hand as gently as possible before wolfing it down, accepting the child’s tight hug around her neck with a happy wag of her tail.

“I love you, Molly.” God, how fucking cute was she, laying on the dog’s side and babbling that excited toddler chatter while kicking her feet. You made sure to take a picture for Steve, he always melted a little when he saw how sweet your dog was with his little girl.

There was a knock at the door and you yelled it was open, turning to give Steve a big smile when he walked into your house looking a little exhausted. His face split into a grin when he got a look at Sarah playing with Molly’s ears, the toddler screaming when she spotted her father and rising to greet him on wobbly legs.

“Daddy!” She shouted with delight when he tossed her into the air and caught her again, settling her on his hip and giving her a soft kiss on the head while she brought her chubby little arms up to give him a hug.

“Hey bug, did you have a nice time with Y/N and Molly?” He chuckled when her fat fingers grabbed at his cheeks.

“We made cookies!” She clapped her hands over her mouth when she realized she blabbed, giving you a horrified look at spilling your secret.

“Well, I guess we have to share with Dad now.” You shook your head and laughed softly as you reached to grab one of the giant cookies that was still left, handing it to Steve and beaming when he took a bite as you worked at boxing up the rest of them. “Don’t worry, hon, you still get to take the rest home.”

“Thank you so much, Y/N, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. Apparently on call plumber is part of the art teacher’s job now. Some fifth graders managed to crack one of the toilets and it was a literal… uh… poop show.” He smiled when Sarah laughed hysterically at the naughty word.

“Tsk, language Mr. Rogers.” You winked at him before handing him the container of cookies, ruffling Sarah’s hair affectionately before moving to soak the baking sheets you’d used. “She can come over any time, pretty sure Molly likes her more than me anyways.”

“I may take you up on that, Y/N.” You walked in front of him to open the door since he had his hands full. “Let me make you dinner tomorrow? I gotta thank you somehow.”

“Alright, but only because I can’t say no to your pesto.” You waved back to Sarah when he started walking back to his house, only feeling a little bad about ogling his ass. “Bye kiddo!”

God, that man was fine. And his kid was fucking adorable too. It was like a constant attack on your ovaries ever since he moved in. Your vibrator had never been used as much in your whole fucking life. Goddamn Prince Charming looking DILF.

You weren’t sure how you’d managed to go this whole time without jumping on him. Every time he gave you that gorgeous, aww shucks smile you just wanted to find out if he was hiding some secret kinks under that nice boy exterior. Not to mention when he did yard work and got all sweaty with his sleeves rolled over his forearms. Right now all you wanted was to pour yourself a nice glass of wine and take a long bath while you thought about what he might look like under all those buttoned up, clean cut outfits. Man you were a perv.

The next night couldn’t come fast enough. It took some self control to keep from wearing one of your usual slutty date outfits, choosing a relatively conservative sundress that still showed off your assets. Even though you told yourself a million times you were not going to date your neighbor, you couldn’t help but flirt like an idiot.

“Hi Y/N!” Ugh, he looked so fucking domestic, what was he doing to you? “We’ve been working all afternoon, Sarah really hopes you like her garlic bread.”

“Um, did you know that garlic bread is my absolute favorite?” Sarah hid her face behind her hands and giggled when you winked at her, Steve beaming between the two of you and making your heart swell a little bit. “You better be careful, or I might eat all of it.”

“No!” She seemed adorably horrified at the prospect, tottering away from you when you moved to chase her playfully. “I want bread, too!”

“You better wash up quick then, bug.” He ushered her towards the bathroom, wiping his hands on a towel. His big hands with those thick fingers that you definitely weren’t thinking of sucking on. “She was a little disappointed when I told her Molly wasn’t gonna be joining us.”

“Well, maybe next time.” You handed him the bottle of wine you had brought and helped him set the table, smiling when Sarah wrapped her arms around your leg so you could drag her along with you. “Or maybe I’ll have Molly help me make dinner for you guys. You like dog food, Sarah?”

“Eww, no!” She laughed like you were the funniest thing in the world, squealing when you scooped her up and nibbled on the tip of her nose.

“Oh, it’s so good though!” You gave her a peck on the forehead before helping her settle into her seat, putting her napkin on her lap and helping her cut up her pasta without even thinking. “Maybe even better than your dad’s pasta.”

“Ouch.” Steve laughed, placing a hand on his chest in a mock wounded gesture. “What d’you think, bug? Is my pasta better than dog food?”

“Yes, love pasta!” She slurped some up messily and you laughed while you wiped pesto off her face.

“Alright, you’re the expert.”

The way you engaged with Sarah was so endearing, Steve couldn’t take his eyes off you. She got so happy when you swooned over the garlic bread she almost fell out of her booster seat, but you caught her at the last second and peppered kisses all over her face. You somehow managed to keep her from getting sauce all over herself, having the napkin ready like a pro at all times even when the three of you chatted away about silly toddler things.

Once you had all finished your meal you helped with the cleanup, giving Sarah a hand with drying the dishes while Steve washed them. You managed to sneak a couple splashes at her father when he wasn’t paying attention, Sarah screaming and hiding behind you when he got you back. It should have felt weird as fuck for you to be having such a good time doing the housewife shit, but doing it with Steve and Sarah was just delightful and almost natural.

“Ok bug, let’s wash up and then it’s bed.” Sarah’s eyes were starting to droop, apparently making garlic bread really took it out of you. “Say good night to Y/N.”

“No, want Y/N to tuck me in!” She pouted at the two of you, and how were you supposed to say no to that?

“I dunno, hon, don’t want to take that treat away from your dad.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to.” He was giving you an inquisitive look though, and fuck it, you were having a good time.

“But I want to, Steve.” You relaxed when he did, smiling softly and moving to grab some glasses. “Besides, we still need to break open this wine.”

“Great, let’s get those PJs on, Sar.” He disappeared down the hall with her leaning against his shoulder, her eyes drooping with the pull of sleep even as she fought it.

You finished putting the dishes away while Steve got Sarah ready for bed, coming when she called you to give her a peck on the head and help Steve tuck her in before wishing her goodnight. She fell asleep immediately, allowing you both to sneak out of her room and head back out to the kitchen to have some adult conversation.

“That kid is too cute for her own good.” You poured Steve a hefty portion of wine before filling your own glass. “Don’t know how you don’t just spoil her rotten.”

“Trust me, just because she turns on the charm with you doesn’t mean she isn’t a terror sometimes.” He shook his head before taking a sip of wine. “How’s the shop doing?”

“It’s really good, we just hired a new artist, so hopefully we won’t be booking out as far, but who knows.” You were really hoping you could convince him to come get a piece from you eventually, he always showed a lot of interest in your work, and inking up your sweetheart neighbor would be a special kind of thrill. “You know I’d open up a spot for you anytime you want, though. Just say the word.”

“We’ll see.” He beamed at you when you hopped up to sit on his counter absentmindedly, loving how comfortable the two of you were with each other.

“I’ll convince you one of these days, Rogers.” You leaned back on one hand while you sipped on your wine. “How about you? Aside from shit explosions, how’s the school? You’re kids enjoying watercolors?”

“They love it. Leaves me with a hell of a mess every day but we have a great time.” He moved to pour you another glass when you finished yours, topping his own off as well and settling next to you. “This is good.”

“Yeah. You still have that wedding this weekend?” You could feel your heartbeat speeding up with how close he was, the clean, slightly woodsy scent he was wearing filling your senses.

“Lemme guess, Sar couldn’t stop talking about being a flower girl all afternoon?” He set his empty glass on the counter and brushed his hair out of his eyes with a rueful grin.

“She could not. We had to practice her walk a couple of times, she’s a pro now.” You hopped off the counter and moved to find the wine saver while Steve put the glasses in the dishwasher. “Make sure you take a video of her for me, I’m sure she’s gonna be adorable.”

“I mean, you wanna come with?” He spluttered when you cocked an eyebrow at him. “Sorry, shit, lemme back up. My normal plus one had to cancel and I know it’s so cheesy but I cannot deal with my ex and the rest of my family judging that I haven’t found some sort of mother figure for Sarah.”

“So, I’d be your fake girlfriend?” A little disappointing but you could deal. “Sounds like a blast. How judgey are we talking here? They gonna have issues with you showing up with an inked up chick?”

“Maybe, but what are they gonna do? Make me break up with you?” His smile was tinged with nervousness.

“Well, if it doesn’t bother you, doesn’t bother me.” You gave him a teasing hip bump when you shuffled past him. “How formal is this thing?”

“Cocktail. You sure you’re ok with this?” He was starting to relax a little bit, but he didn’t want you to feel pressured at all.

“Oh my god, Steve, yes, I’m sure.” You gave him a reassuring pat on his tree trunk of an arm, holy shit. “I’ll be the best fake girlfriend ever. Now, I’ve gotta go take care of the dog, but I really had a great time. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’m sure you will.” He walked you to the door, giving you a semi-awkward side hug before you were strolling back towards your house, and he tried his best to not watch the way your hips were swaying in those heels.

Well, he’d had some spectacularly bad ideas, but asking you on a fake date might be one of the top ones. Ever since the first time his kiddo had seen you working in your garden and shyly asked you whether you did your tattoos yourself or if your friends did them, and then you spent a whole afternoon telling her all about each of your pieces like she was the most important little person you’d ever talked to, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you. You were beautiful and sweet and Sarah fucking loved you, so why couldn’t he work up the courage to ask you out for real?

Instead he just had to settle for fucking his own fist like a perv while he thought about what you might look like underneath him, how tight you’d squeeze his cock when he hit you deep and what gorgeous noises you’d make for him, and whether you had any more tattoos hiding under those surprisingly sweet little outfits that he hadn’t seen. God, he hated himself sometimes. He wasn’t gonna give himself blue balls though.

He didn’t have a chance to give into his nerves once Saturday hit, mostly because all his energy was focused on getting a wiggling little girl into a fancy dress and keeping her from spilling anything on it. Sarah insisted on walking over to pick you up on her own, practicing her walk as she headed up the walk to the front door until she let him lift her up so she could ring the doorbell.

“Hi Sarah! Look at that dress!” You gave the two of them the biggest grin when you opened the door, locking it behind you and helping her do a little twirl before holding her hand while you all headed towards Steve’s car. “You been practicing your walk?”

She nodded seriously and showed you, laughing when Steve scooped her up and got her settled into her car seat. You winked at Steve when he held your door open for you, climbing into the car and starting a sweet little conversation with the toddler, who was fired up about being a flower girl. He was so grateful you were eager to engage with his girl, but he was having trouble keeping his eyes off the line of your legs in those heels.

As soon as you walked into the venue, his ex was right there, much to his annoyance.

“Hello Sharon.” He gave Sarah a quick peck on the head before letting her toddle over to her mother.

“Steve, hey sweetie!” She knelt down to give the girl a hug, giving you a once over when she stood back up. “Who’s this?”

“I’m Y/N, so nice to meet you.” She ignored your hand when you offered it to her.

“Uh-huh, what happened to Beth?” Cool, always fun to be completely ignored.

“Just didn’t work out.” Steve shrugged uncomfortably at having to jump right into faking it. He relaxed a little when you wrapped an arm around him, leaning into his shoulder like it was the most natural thing and not as horribly awkward as he was worried it was going to be.

“Sure it didn’t.” Sharon handed Sarah off to a bridesmaid and crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, I’m gonna go find Ian. That Sarah’s bag?”

“Yeah.” He handed it over. “I’ll check in before you leave. She’s looking forward to spending a couple of days with you.”

“Me too. Talk to you later.” She walked off without giving you a second glance.

“Well, she did not like me.” You gave a small huff before grinning at him. “Alright, who else do I need to impress here?”

“Obviously, the cousins.” He motioned to the groom, waving when the man noticed him from the small group he was chatting with. “And other than that, just the nosy aunts and shit.”

“Great, aunts love me.” You winked at him and wound your fingers through his. “Let’s do this.”

The ceremony took up most of the afternoon, and then what felt like hours of photos that poor Sarah put up with like a champ. Steve couldn’t have been more thrilled at bringing you with him, actually able to enjoy himself a little since you were a pro at redirecting all the interrogations that his friends and relatives tried to subject him to. Of course, the fact that part of redirecting them involved you engaging in some public displays of affection did a lot to help his mood.

Right now he was watching you do the chicken dance with Sarah, the grin he was wearing falling slightly when Sharon plopped in the seat next to him with a frown on her face.

“So, that’s Y/N.” He took a sip of his beer when she started in on him, really looking forward to her passive aggressively implying there were all sorts of things wrong with you. “Sarah told me all about her pretty tattoos. Guess I didn’t realize she had quite so many.”

“Seriously, Sharon? You’re gonna harp on some ink?” He scowled at her sideways while he kept his eyes on you and the kiddo. “When did Sar tell you about her, anyway?”

“I have to hear about her every time she spends the night. Fucking your neighbor Steve?” Or, maybe she was going to bypass the passive and go straight to plain old aggression. “What’s that gonna do to Sarah when you break up and she suddenly can’t see her apparently best friend anymore?”

“I’m not having a conversation with you about this. You wanna have more say in who your daughter spends time with, you need to be around more. And maybe actually get to know the people I see instead of jumping down my throat about them right away.” He pasted on a smile when you and Sarah came back to the table. “Hey kid! Those were some killer moves!”

“They sure were, c’mere baby.” Sharon propped Sarah on her lap and gave her a peck on the cheek. “What d’you say we go get you some cake, yeah? Then we’ll get you home.”

She let Sarah give you a big hug goodbye reluctantly, trying not to openly growl when you gave her a kiss right on the top of her head. Sarah said her goodbyes to you and Steve and let her mom carry her off, waving at you over her shoulder until she disappeared into the crowd.

“Lemme guess,” you sat down next to Steve and nudged his calf with the toe of your shoe when you noticed the sour look on his face. “Your ex thinks we should ‘break up’?”

“Yeah, I guess someone talks about you an awful lot.” He couldn’t help but smile when you laughed softly.

“I mean, I am pretty great.” You winked and took a sip of his beer when he offered it. “Think she may have a point, though. You are a lousy date, Rogers.”

“Hey, mean!” He swiped his beer back from you when you tried to take another sip, swatting your arm playfully and pouting a little bit. “What did I do?”

“It’s what you didn’t do, Steve. Who comes to a wedding and doesn’t dance with their date at all?” You were still trying to steal his beer away as he held it out of your reach. “And now you won’t even share your drink? There’s no way I’m putting out now.”

He choked on his beer when you said that, trying to pass it off as a laugh while he looked at you to figure out if you were serious in any way, shape, or form.

“Well, shit, way to ruin my night, Y/N.” He drank the rest of his beer in one gulp and set down the bottle, taking your hand in his and pulling you after him towards the dance floor. “I think we can salvage it, though, c’mon.”

You laughed lightly when he gave you a twirl before pulling you close, pressing his chest to yours and beaming as he took one of your hands in his and wrapped the other around your waist. He sighed deeply when you gazed into his eyes, losing himself a little bit as the two of you swayed back and forth.

“Better?” He could’ve started purring when you ran your arm up his shoulder until you could wind your fingers through the hair at the back of his head.

“Yeah, you’re a good dancer.” You tucked your head into his shoulder and he couldn’t stop himself from smelling your hair.

“You too.” He spun you a little and goddamn it, that breathless giggle was doing things to him. “What d’you think, want me to dip you?”

“What?” He didn’t wait for you to answer before bending the two of you over, chuckling at the thrilled cackle you let out before he was drawing you back up fast. “Ok, maybe you will get lucky.”

The two of you danced through the next few songs until the DJ called that the night was over and it was time to send off the happy couple. You made your way back to the car once they had taken off, Steve holding your door for you again like a fucking peach. The ride home was filled with comfortable silence, your gaze shifting over to Steve occasionally.

“I had a great time, Steve.” You gave him a small smile while he walked you to your front door. “You wanna come in for a drink?”

Oh god, he wanted to. He didn’t think he’d ever really spent time with you when Sarah wasn’t around, and all he wanted was to follow you inside and eat you out until you screamed his name.

“I should really turn in.” He hated himself. “Thank you again, you really are the best.”

“I know.” You smoothed your hand over his chest and gave him a wink before moving to unlock your door. “Don’t worry, I’ll come up with some way for you to show me just how thankful you are.”

You gave him a peck on the cheek before heading inside, sighing when you closed it behind you and giving your dog an exasperated look when she came trotting to greet you. Guess it was gonna be another long night with your vibrator.

There was a pounding on the door and you turned around with a small frown, opening your mouth in surprise when Steve was standing there looking a little strung out.

“Ste…”

He didn’t give you a chance to finish your thought before his lips were on yours, walking you back into the house and slamming the door behind you before his hands were digging into your ass. You wound your fingers through his hair and let him basically manhandle you into your kitchen, trying not to trip over your own feet until he had you pinned against your counter.

“I, mmph, thought of a way to say thank you.” He moaned when you nibbled on his bottom lip.

“Much better than what I would’ve come up with.” You tilted your head back to let him suck a bruise against your throat while he dragged your dress off over your head.

“Jesus Christ.” He groaned when he got a good look at you. He had been right, there was so much more art under your dress. His movements slowed when he moved to draw your panties down your legs, the colorful bouquet of flowers that covered your hips and the insides of your thighs making his cock twitch. “Honey, you’re fucking beautiful.”

“Steve…” he cut you off with his lips again, stealing your breath before he started moving his lips down your torso. “You gonna let me talk at all, Rogers?”

“Not unless you're begging me.” He winked at you before kissing over the jut of your hip, tracing his fingers over your thigh until he could hook them under your knee and hook it over his shoulder.

The way his shoulders were placed between your thighs had you spread wide open for him, a low growl vibrating his chest at the sight of your throbbing cunt filling his vision. He took a breath to appreciate the view, dragging his thumb over the cut of you slowly until it was slippery with your arousal when he swirled it around your clit, making you moan as you arched towards his face.

As soon as he flicked his tongue out to taste you, he was lost, practically whining against you as he lapped up every drop of slick that was leaking out of you before pressing soft kisses over your puffy lips. When his lips met your clit you could have passed out, your whole body arching off the counter as you let out a sharp gasp.

“Oh god, Steve.” Your fingers scrabbled over the countertop when he laved his tongue over your swollen bud, pressing it flat and massaging you slowly until you gave him another one of those beautiful fluttering moans. “God, that’s so fucking good.”

He just hummed in agreement, shaking his head to force his face deeper before he was thrusting his tongue inside you and curling it against your soft walls. You couldn’t take it when he started fucking you with the thick muscle, your hips rolling into his face and your hands reaching down to wind through his hair and keep him close while you wrapped your legs around his neck.

Steve tried to look up at you through his lashes, but the way your back was violently arching was hiding your face from him. At least until he rose to his feet, keeping his arms wrapped around your thighs so your hips came with him and making you yelp at the change in position.

His lips wrapped around your clit and you keened, especially when he moaned into your pussy once he was finally able to watch how fucked out your face looked. Your toes curled as your core started tightening, warmth spreading through your body as you moaned desperately.

“Steve… oh fuck, Steve, I’m gonna come.” Your whole body tensed up before you were vibrating with your release, soaking Steve’s chin and flooding his mouth with the sweet taste of you while you sobbed with pleasure.

He set you down gently before crawling up your body and pressing his lips to yours, sighing deeply when you wrapped your arms around his neck and returned the kiss. You purred when he wrapped you around him and stood up, his tongue still stroking yours while he curled a hand around the back of your head.

“Gotta say Rogers,” you grinned when he released you, licking your lips as he gazed into your eyes. “Took you long enough, but once you move, you move fast.”

“Fuck, I swear I wanted to take my time, but damn.” He was finally starting to catch his breath. “Once I got a taste, I couldn’t stop myself.”

“So you’re telling me if you had your way you’d have buttered me up first?” You sighed when he lifted you and started to carry you towards the bedroom. “What would that be like?”

“Oh, I’m gonna fucking show you.” He kicked the door to your room open and set you on the bed, cupping your cheek gently as he straddled you. “‘Cause you deserve those sweet slow kisses that are gonna have you melting into the bed and begging me to fuck you.”

“That so?” You dipped your hands between the two of you to start undoing his belt.

“Mmhm.” He ran his thumb over your bottom lip and purred when you nipped at it. “I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.”

“Fuck m…” You couldn’t even be mad when he cut you off again, his tongue dipping between your lips and curling against yours slowly.

You were completely fucked. Time lost all meaning while his lips were on yours, pulling at them gently with his teeth while he gently slid his tongue over yours. When he pulled away you sucked in oxygen you hadn’t even realized you were missing, keeping a hand around the back of his neck so he couldn’t go too far while you panted into his mouth.

“How was that?” His smirk was wicked as he ran his knuckle over the curve of your cheek.

“You’re a dangerous man, Steve Rogers.” Your brain finally reset and you went back to taking his clothes off.

“Oh, honey, you don’t even know.” He got his tie off and tossed it aside before helping you slide his shirt over his shoulders, making your breath hitch when you finally got a look at his bare torso.

“I fucking knew it.” You reached out to trace one of his hidden tattoos with your fingertips, grinning at the groan he gave you when you leaned forward to brush your lips over the large one on his chest. “What else you been hiding from me, Steven?”

“Just a couple things.” He groaned when you dragged your tongue over his nipple, your fingers working quickly to undo his fly. “Nothing too big.”

“Oh, I dunno, it feels pretty big to me.” You grinned when you palmed his cock, dragging his slacks and boxer briefs down his thick thighs. “Oh, Jesus fuck.”

As soon as you set eyes on his cock your brain broke. He was so fucking long and thick you weren’t totally sure it was going to fit, the perfect pretty pink tip begging for you to suck on it. And to top it all off…

“Steve… Steve? Steve, baby.” He was grinning at your babbling as you reached out to brush your fingers over him. “Honey, you’re fucking pierced.”

“Gotta say, this is one of the more pleasant freak outs this thing has caused.” He moaned when you dragged your thumb over the silver ring that ran through his tip.

“Get that thing inside me, now.” You hissed at him through clenched teeth, grabbing the back of his neck and yanking his face to yours as you dragged him on top of you. “I fucking need it.”

“Yeah, pretty girl?” He growled into your mouth when you wrapped your legs around his waist, lining himself up and plucking at your lips with his teeth. “I’ve got you. Ah… shit.”

As soon as he slid inside you he almost collapsed, burying his face in your neck and winding his arms around your shoulders as he slowly eased into you. The stretch was driving you crazy, your pussy already starting to flutter as his piercing rubbed over your slick walls. He gave a small testing thrust and both of you moaned, your bodies molding together as he started rocking his hips into yours.

It only took a few more shoves of his hips before he was sheathed to the hilt, grinding against your clit and groaning at the snug, wet heat of your cunt flexing around him. Your tiny gasp when he started fucking into you made him growl, wanting nothing more than to draw more of those beautiful noises out of you.

“Fuck, Steve.” You rolled your body underneath him when he nudged against your cervix, whining when you felt his lips suck a bruise against your throat. “Oh god, that’s so good.”

“Knew this cunt was gonna be sweet for me, goddamn.” He ran his nose up the side of your neck until he could nibble on your ear, giving a small circle of his hips and making you keen. “C’mon, honey, wanna feel this pretty pussy strangle my cock.”

“That mouth of yours is something else, Steve.” You purred at the feeling of the smooth metal of his piercing gliding over your soft walls at a rough pace, digging your fingers into his shoulders. “Jesus, right there.”

“That’s it, give it to me.” His breathing was getting heavy as he sped up, grunting into your neck with each thrust and grinding against your clit. “God, so fucking tight.”

He barely changed the angle and you lost it, arching off the bed and wailing as you fluttered wildly around him. Aftershocks were still coursing through your system when you collapsed back into the mattress, his cock still punching into you vigorously as he watched you writhing with bliss underneath him.

There was no warning when he pulled out of you suddenly and manhandled you until you were laying on your stomach, making you scream when he thrust back into you with a deep growl. Your breath was forced out of your lungs when he started rutting into you like an animal, hitting you so hard and deep he was pushing the two of you up the bed a few inches at a time with each shove of his hips.

The change in position was so fucking good you were crying, soaking the sheets with your tears and drool as his piercing slid over every spot you needed it to until you were seeing stars. His fingers were drawing bruises on your hips as he pulled you back onto his cock with each punch of his hips, grunting lewdly as he watched your ass bounce each time he slammed into it.

You whimpered when he wrapped a hand in your hair and curled over your back, yanking your head up so he could scrape his teeth over the arch of your cheek while you gave him more of those pretty little moans. His other hand curled loosely around your throat and your eyes rolled back in your head, rolling your ass back into him desperately as he did his best to draw another one out of you.

“You’re doing so good for me, pretty girl.” He flicked his tongue along the corner of your mouth, nuzzling your cheek and purring when you clenched around him. “Gimme one more, gorgeous. Then I’m gonna a make a fucking mess of that perfect cunt.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You moaned at the filthy promise, arching your back until his chest was pressed right against your back. “Steve, please.”

“You want it, sweetheart?” He nipped at the curve of your jaw and ground into you. “Don’t worry, gonna fill you up and fuck it into you so hard, I’m gonna be dripping out of you for the next week.”

All you could do was scream when you felt the ring his that deep spot that made your toes curl, your release gushing out of you and soaking him while trying to find something to grab into as your whole body shook with pleasure. Your pussy clamped around him so hard he couldn’t move anymore, muttering a soft fuck into your neck as his spilled his cum deep inside you.

Steve collapsed on top of you when he was spent, curling his body around yours and nuzzling into your hair while you both worked at catching your breath. You turned your head so you could peek at him over your shoulder, smiling softly when he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek and rolled until he was spooning you.

“Shit, Steve.” He was still inside you as he brushed his lips over the curve of your neck and sank into your mattress. “If this is how you end a fake date, what are you gonna do when you take me out for real?”

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𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Sugar Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Years after his divorce, Bucky craves the company and gentle touch of another soul. He never planned on falling for his sugar baby.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ Minors DNI, smut, pwp, mutual pining, daddy kink, pet names [pretty baby, baby, bunny, sweet girl, sweetheart, good girl], age gap [reader in her 20s, Bucky in his late 30s], unprotected sex, praise kink, oral [f receiving], crying during sex (reader is overwhelmed), sugar daddy relationship - power imbalance.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.6k

𝐀/𝐍: This is for @bemine-bucky ’s 1k Sweethearts Diner writing challenge, and I ordered the spicy #2 with Sugar Daddy!Bucky Barnes and the pining/longing/yearning trope. The prompt was “You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” (Gone with the Wind) I totally did not procrastinate on this until the last day before the deadline and then spent the whole day writing, and my head doesn't hurt at all :'))) Not beta read, proof read once, I apologize for this mess but hey I'm still on time LMAO

By the time you return home from another gala you're almost ready to call it a day—expensive dresses, a five-course meal with possibly the best mille-feuilles you'd ever tasted, and a venue that stole your breath as you had twirled around, your hand in Bucky's safe and warm one, all of it still vivid in your mind.

Usually he was the first one to collapse in the heavenly comfort of his king size bed, and you love to tease him about it too. The dynamic between you is playful, soft, even loving though you'd never dare label it as that.

However something had changed in you. Recently you've been pushing and pulling, drawing him in with eyes that held a twinkle belonging to the stars more than to a human, touching him with healing hands. Only to recoil, gaze averted, like you've done something forbidden, something only you knew about.

It eats away at him. He doesn't understand why, but the one thing that he can't shake is the thought of you leaving, terminating the contract that binds you to him.

Old insecurities worm their way into his thoughts. There's nothing he could do. If you want to part ways he'd let you. Not because he wants to, but because he doesn't believe he deserves you in the first place.

So as long as he still has you he cherishes you more than he ever could any of his wealth, nothing measures up to you, and he always makes sure you know that.

His dress shirt is flung somewhere behind him, and in the next second his broad frame looms over you. You've been wanting him all day, placing your hand dangerously close to his crotch under the table cloth as dinner had been served, practically hanging off him while he was making his rounds, conversing with other guests. Acquaintances and colleagues; you didn't even bother to at least pretend to look interested, all you cared about was him.

“Please, Bucky,” you whine, impatience getting the best of you, basically enticing you to pull him down by the back of his neck. The brunet complies, lowering himself, his strong arms on either side of your head.

You almost got him where you want him, aching for his soft lips to press against yours—a buzzing feeling between you, a thick silence filled with need and anticipation—but he stops, holds his position just before your noses can touch. He studies you deeply, blue eyes take in your soft features, and the fondness in them tears at your heart.

“You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” he says quietly, nudging his nose against yours.

It takes you off guard, pulls you out of your haze for a moment.

Almost in wonder your fingers reach up to trace his lips. Your thumb pushes against his lower lip, curiously, like you're touching him for the first time. He smiles, kisses the tip of your thumb, proceeding to take your hand by the wrist and peppers a few kisses on the inside.

It's far too loving for someone who pays for all your needs, your tuition, your rent, food, clothes, jewellery—whatever you want in exchange for your company and your body.

You knew long ago that you should've ended whatever this is, and at this point you're justified in questioning it, because the lines were blurred— what you have, what you saw when you woke up; his face illuminated by the morning sun shining through the window wall of his bedroom, gazing at you with a softness that you didn't understand. Neither of you address it, but what you have was far beyond a normal arrangement.

And it lingers in you too.

You spend most of your time with him, and it's so easy to get consumed by your senses; soft lips against yours, a shaky exhale through his nose, hands wandering up your arms, chasing the goosebumps that spring up on your skin.

“Bucky,” you try again, small and needy. The silky sheets glide under your writhing body. He greedily takes all he can get, holding onto you like a desperate man, like you're the most precious thing to ever exist. Bucky needs to pretend that this can last forever, and that it means something to you the way it does to him. His brows furrow, nostrils flaring. Big hands tug at your fancy dress and then it rips.

“Bucky-”

A squeak escapes you from the sheer display of power, before you can even protest about the ridiculously expensive item he so carelessly tore apart he's on you, mouthing at the swell of your breast through the lace bralette with a low moan. Pristinely manicured nails find their way into his brown locks, and you arch your back lightly, choking on your own desperate sounds of pleasure as the tingling feeling intensifies with each suckle of his lips on your soft skin.

“Bucky, Bucky, fuck-” you whine, fingers tighten their grip on his hair to the point where it must be painful, but you can't decide if you want him closer or away from your hardened buds. He lifts his head with a lazy grin, soft, cerulean eyes hold your desperate gaze.

“What's the matter, pretty baby? I already got you this excited?”

You can't even be mad at the slightly cocky smirk forming on his face, because it makes you clench around nothing; you groan, and this time you know you want him closer— god, you need him closer. With your brows knitted together, and your soft lips parting to let out shy pleas for him, you're a divine sight, and the older man can't stay away for one more second.

“I know baby, I know,” he coos, his expression matching yours, he's just as needy for you as you are for him. As he kisses his way down your body, your stomach quivers under his gentle caress.

The rest of your torn dress comes off along with your bralette, and Bucky wastes no time; his nimble fingers trace over your clothed core, moving up to push his thumb directly against your bundle of nerves.

A strained moan leaves your parted lips, and your hips buck gingerly.

His lust-filled blue eyes are fixed on you. He leans in, and you lightly tremble when the soft flesh of his lips grazes over your panties. You look right back at him, wide-eyed and dazed, watching almost trance-like as he turns his head to the side to leave a mark on your inner thigh. His beard scratches against your silken skin, eliciting more sweet sounds out of you.

Strong hands clamp down over the top of your thighs, tenderly they move inwards, towards your aching core and back again.

“Bucky,” you whisper. These moments are the ones where you have to hold back the words that could destroy this so quickly. He's so concentrated and you want to believe it—in the four walls of his extravagant home; a lonely one before your arrival, inhabited by the silence she left behind—you want to believe that when Bucky Barnes looks at you, he sees more than just your body.

He drags your panties down, murmuring, “Lift your hips up for me, sweetheart.” and you do, allowing him to remove the damp material.

Buck'.

He hums but doesn't acknowledge you otherwise. His fingers spread your folds, and he purrs, “Look at you bunny, you're so wet for me.”

Leaning forward, he licks at your glistening core teasingly, enjoying the way you twitch and squirm.

Daddy.

His eyes snap back up to yours, the blue in them glaze over with deprivation and his pupils are blown wide.

“Please,” you add quietly, feeling the familiar heat spread through your lower body like embers, sure to be set ablaze by his feverous desire, fueled by his warmth.

Maybe he tasted your need, just as urgent as his or maybe he couldn't wait any longer, but your little whines and pleas are answered when he slowly pushes his index into your greedy pussy, watching your face for any sign of discomfort.

His finger pumps languidly into you. Waves of bliss lap at you, and you feel light-headed, but it wasn't enough. Unable to help yourself you shift your hips, trying to heighten your own pleasure. He knows, of course. A second finger joins your silky walls, his head comes down and his mouth is on your sensitive clit, and you can't contain the loud cry that is elicited at the sudden change of pace.

“F-fuck, oh my god,” you mewl, automatically grabbing a fistful of his beautiful hair. When he chuckles it sends vibrations right through you, making you shudder.

“That's it-” he purrs, amusement tinging his words when you suddenly buck your hips, “There you go, baby.” Bucky can practically feel it building up in you. His fingers thrust into your slick cunt faster, his skillful tongue lapping at your bud.

You're burning up, the coil in you tightens from his delirious efforts, your moans grow louder as he eats your pussy like a starving man. What he can't convey to you in words he replaces with luxury, lavish gifts and sex. You should know it by now with the way he's looking up at you in approval. Maybe if you dared to look a little harder you could pick apart the emotions carefully swirling in those deep blue eyes.

Low moans accompany yours as you writhe under his ministrations, the friction of his beard against your sensitive skin just adds to the intense sensations, and you can feel your climax approaching. Skilled fingers find your g-spot, and oh Bucky is determined on making you twist and squirm in pleasure.

He speeds up the pace, pumping his fingers into your pulsing hole faster, alternating between sucking your clit into his mouth and lapping at it.

“Come for me, sweet girl. Want you to come all over my face.”

You can't take it anymore, your fingers twitch, needing to hold onto something. Searing, white heat rushes through you as you cum with a strangled cry. Bucky slows down, letting you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, uttering words of praise before he stops, and carefully pulls his slick covered fingers out of you. “Good girl," he croons.

Your heaving chest is covered in a light sheen of sweat; you can't help but smile. And when you open your eyes, you find him once more above you, smiling back at you. The words almost spill out of you then.

How can anyone look at you like that and not expect you to fall in love.

Swallowing down the aching feeling, you pull him into you, yearning for his skin on yours again to suppress the traitorous thoughts bubbling to the surface. You silence them with his lips on yours.

But even someone as oblivious as your sugar daddy can tell there's more to the way you cling to him, just to grow distant the next moment.

No matter how much he tried to keep it to himself, the burning question has been gnawing at him for a while now.

With a finger to your chin, he tips your head back ever so slightly and stares at you inquisitively, "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours, bunny?”

Oh.

You weren't expecting him to call you out on your behavior or notice the difference in the first place. The question clamps down on your throat. “Nothing.”

Winding your arms around the back of his neck, you rush out a choked, “Just need you s’all.”

You're so consumed by lust, technically you were speaking the truth, and when you practically hump Bucky—grinding up against him, looking for that wonderful friction of his thigh against your core—he can't bring himself to dwell on it. Not now.

“You got me sweetheart, ‘m right here,” he hushes you while pushing back a loose strand of hair. When he kisses you it's passionate, you want to lose yourself in this moment, not have to face tomorrow or any day after.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, and while he fumbles with the buckle of his belt you marvel at the sight of his soft but strong body, moving up to his pouty, pink lips and smiling fondly at the way his disheveled hair sticks out in every direction. What you wouldn't give to cross every boundary, just go ahead and say it.

Finally, he yanks down his black suit pants, the fine italian fabric slides down his thick, muscular thighs. “Daddy,” you whine impatiently, urging him to move faster.

His boxer shorts follow the rest of his clothing that are scattered all over the floor, and from one moment to the next he's in front of you, twisting a hand around his cock. His thumb swipes over his head, smearing pre-cum along the pink tip, and you're just about ready to take matters into your own hand when he finally positions himself at your entrance.

“Hush now, baby. What's got you so needy today, hm?” he drags his tip through your folds, coating his cock in your wetness.

“You.” The answer comes instantly, you don't even have to think about it, and it makes his chest swell with pride. His lips descend onto yours, angling his head with a moan, and while you're caught up in the moment, he pushes himself inside you smoothly.

“You're so fucking tight, bunny," he groans, letting you adjust for a moment before he starts moving. Slowly at first, but it's not long before he speeds up, lavishing your neck with kisses, gently sucking until the skin bruises before he moves up to your lips again.

“You feel so good stretched out around me, y’know that? Taking me so well, good girl. My good girl,” he coos. A particular strong thrust makes you yelp, and Bucky is quick to soothe you. A tender kiss to your forehead, combined with Bucky's presence all over you—his warmth, and body surrounding you—leaves you panting, tears spring into your eyes.

“Please, more.”

His hips snap into yours, “Yeah? My baby wants more?”

You're so frustrated, all you can do is nod as the tears spill over, running down the sides of your face. “Woah, hey- I got you, sweetheart. Do you want to stop?” Bucky's worried eyes scan yours in concern, his thumbs swipe away the tears. He doesn't really know what to do seeing as this has never occurred before.

“No! Please, just- I need you. Please, Bucky,” you huff, almost angry at yourself for not being able to control your feelings.

You try again, this time a little less frantic. “I'm okay. Please Bucky, please fuck me,” you moan, rolling your hips against his. He groans, automatically thrusting up at the feeling.

His body weight on yours is grounding you. Once more your fingers thread through his hair, smoothing down the back of his neck, lightly scratching the fuzz on his nape. Moans mingle together as Bucky seeks his pleasure with each  grind, fucking into you faster to reach his peak and guide you to yours.

His thumb plays with your already swollen clit, making you whine against his neck.

“M’gonna come, daddy.” your sweet sounds are muffled by his lips chasing yours desperately.

Just as you feel your high quickly approaching, Bucky's thrusts grow stronger, his girth pumping into you faster and faster. Precise strokes leave you keening, and when Bucky's unoccupied hand goes to your breast, pinching your sensitive nipple between his fingers, you clamp down on him, crying out for him.

His breath hitches as he feels you milking him, and he follows right after you, cock twitching inside you as he spills his release with a strangled groan.

Soothingly he runs his hands over your shaking thighs, his heavy breath warm against your neck.

When he raises his head to peer at you once more, silently asking you— what, you don't know. Are you okay? Are you going to tell me? Are you going to say it?

You shake your head, brushing him off.

[thefallenbibliophilequote]

The Moments He Knew

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky reflects on his relationship with you as he prepares to surprise you.

Word count: 2,365

Warnings: all the fluff! Bucky being smitten!

A/N: for @bemine-bucky 's 1k sweethearts diner writing challenge! I am 3 months late, I am so sorry but I got super busy and things got in the way. But finally this is here! I probably could have written it better if I had written it when I first got the idea for it. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Prompt: "It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together, and I knew it. I knew it the first time I touched her. It was like coming home, only to no home I'd ever known. I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew it. It was like magic." From: Sleepless In Seattle.

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All you saw was black when you heard the engine stop and a car door open.

"Bucky?" you called out, briefly hearing him reply to you before you heard the door shut.

"Just a second, doll."

The car door of the passenger side opened and you felt Bucky's hand go over you to unbuckle you.

"Can I take the blindfold off already, Bucky?" you asked and heard him chuckle.

"Not just yet, soon though, I promise." He took your hand in his and helped you out of the car, "Watch your step, doll."

All you saw was black, but you had Bucky. His metal hand in yours grounded you with comfort.

Bucky loved how much you trusted him, he saw it in your small curious smile.

Bucky smiled as you held onto his hand, he remembered the first time he held you so.

He smiled nervously as he parked the car in front of the restaurant, shooting a look your way you sent him a shy yet reassuring smile, you have been friends for years- and yet he was anxious for the night ahead of the two of you.

"Are you ready?" you asked him, and you had no clue just how much you affected him.

Was he?

"Yes, let's do this." He said and unbuckled his belt before opening the car door and shutting it behind him.

You unbuckled your own belt but stopped from getting out of your seat when you saw Bucky run in front of the car and to your door. Maybe chivalry isn't dead, maybe it just slept for 70 years.

Bucky opened the car door for you and extended his gloved left hand you gently took it and he helped you up. You regretted wearing heels the moment you stepped outside and on a slippery gravel of the road instead of the ground.

"Oh, doll, watch your step." Bucky easily held you up before you had a chance to fall and picked you up so you stood next to him on the sidewalk. A little too close. His gaze on you a little too intense.

You looked down at his gloved hand that was still holding yours.

"You know you don't need that, right?" you rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand and looked up at him, "You're with me."

Bucky swore his heart beat out of his chest that moment, it has been yours for a while now but you keep taking and taking it again, stealing love he didn't know he had left to give.

And all that because you slowly pulled the glove off and left it in the car. It was just simple with you. Just like it was simple to wrap his arm around as you finally walked into the restaurant on your first official date. He held your hand and he knew.

He walked with you until he reached the door. You heard the wresting of keys before a door opened. You yelped when Bucky picked you up and suddenly you weren't on cobblestone ground anymore.

A door closed behind you and you shivered. Bucky walked behind you then and you felt his hands on the blindfold.

"Are you ready, doll?" Bucky was nervous, not knowing how you'll react. When you nodded your head he untied the blindfold and tucked it in his left back pocket.

It took your eyes a moment to adjust to the light that shone into the vast space you were in now. And then you took in your surroundings.

All you saw were empty spaces and white walls; a closed yard window; a staircase; and empty shelves that were built into the walls. Well, they weren't empty, there were candles sat upon them, and your favourite flowers in vases.

You turned to Bucky in wonderment.

He remembered that look of yours. It matches the one he opened his eyes to when he separated from your very first kiss.

You gasped, short of breath when Bucky let your lips go, but he didn't go far- just enough to breathe. You felt his eyes on you but you have yet to open your eyes- wonderstruck.

When you did open your eyes you saw a love in his eyes that you must have missed before when all of your friends told you that he likes you too. You wondered how you went so long without him when you could have done this years ago.

He looked at you and then you opened your eyes and you took his breath away all over again, wonderment and lust brightened your eyes. And then you smiled at them.

"It is safe to say I'm getting a second date with you?"

"Bucky, If you keep kissing me like that and looking at me like that, you can have me for this lifetime and the next." You grinned and he knew he'll keep this like a promise.

"Deal."

"Bucky, what is all of this?" you looked around the room again before turning to look at your boyfriend.

"It's a house," he laughed at your un-amused face. "I bought it a while back, renovated it until it was ready."

"Ready for what?" you asked before he could continue. You always asked so many questions, always curious to figure stuff out. It was one of the things that made him sure, that made him love you.

"Tony, why haven't you tried using this technology on a much smaller level, like for Clint's trick arrows?" Bucky passed with Steve by Tony's lab when he heard an unfamiliar voice. He couldn't understand the technical stuff you were discussing, but he could now see you through the clear walls of the lab as Steve followed Bucky's gaze to you and decided to walk into the lab with Bucky. "But how do these-"

Your voice was caught off when Steve entered the lab with who you assumed was Bucky, you haven't had the chance to meet him yet.

Bucky looked at Tony's exasperated look as the man shook his head, and then you voice stopped and he realized you were looking right at him. Then you were walking up to him and he raised his hand to introduce himself after you gave him your name.

"I'm Bucky," he realized he brought his left hand then and quickly tried to switch hands when you just caught his metal hand and held it in yours.

"Oh wow, is this vibranium? Did Shuri make this? The colour is so pretty, did you pick it? It's way better than Steve's shield." Steve and Tony shared a look.

He smiled at you and his blue eyes stopped you in your tracks until you gave him a shy smile. He knew- you will get along well.

"Ready for us- hopefully. I bought this house in hopes that it will be our new home, in hopes that you will agree to move here with me from the compound." He smiled at you as he saw his words register.

"You want to move here?" your voice came out quietly. He nodded.

"As long as you will be by my side- yes." You broke out in a smile and jumped to hug him.

"This house is perfect, I love you!" you mumbled against his neck as he wrapped his arms around you, he hoped your eyes were closed.

Because he knew.

"I love you." He exhaled with closed eyes, the admission hanging in the air. "Do you love me?"

"I do." He opened his eyes to your smiling face.

And when you said those words, all he could imagine was you in white walking towards him some time from now.

Ever since you admitted to being just as in love with Bucky as he was with you, he just knew you were the one.

He spun you around until you yelled at him to put you down. He did, and you turned again to inspect the house. It was so foreign, so empty.

But Bucky knew.

Bucky and you stopped running through the market when you heard Natasha in the comms telling you she and Steve captured the suspect they were here for. Confirming that you were dismissed, Bucky started to head back to the quinjet, it had been a tiring day for all of you, especially in the heat of the sun, but he noticed you strayed away from him.

"Doll?" he turned around and saw you walk to one of the stands in the market that had a lot of knick knacks.

"Hang on, Bucky, I want to get something, there are so many cool stuff here!" he laughed to himself when he came to stand beside you.

"Aren't you tired?"

"Look at all the cool stuff here! I can't leave without getting some sort of memorabilia from this place." He looked at you in fondness as you picked out a souvenir in the form of a small yellow dove statue. He looked at you and he knew. He knew he was going to marry you.

He smiled as he reached for his right back pocket while your back was turned to him.

"Doll?" he took your left hand with his one to turn you to him. Then he lowered himself and tried to contain his excitement when you turned around to him and he raised the velvet box to be on display. Your hand that wasn't in his came to cover your mouth in shock, smiling when you realized what was happening. "I have a question I've been meaning to ask you for a while now."

"Is this really happening?" he heard you mumble, he smiled and continued on with his prepared speech. He memorized it in the bathroom, and read it to Steve to make sure it sounded perfect.

"You probably haven't realized this yet, but I feel like you ought to know- I've been yours from the very start, and I was hoping from the first time I touched you that you will be mine too. I'm not good with words, but that's nothing new, still I want to try and explain what I want to do with you and how I feel. It took some time, but this is me right now telling you I'm crazy about you and I want to spend the rest of my life at home with you- you are my home. Throughout my time with you my love for you grew and grew and like magic you became my world and I knew I was going to marry you from the start and I knew I was going to marry you when we first kissed, and I could go on to explain every reason why I know you are the one and why I want to marry you and make you mine but to sum it up- it was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together, and I knew it. I knew it the first time I touched you. It was like coming home, only to no home I'd ever known. I was just taking your hand to help you out of a car and I knew it. It was like magic. One moment we are on our first date, and the next I park the car next to our future home with a ring in my hand.

"So this is me asking the girl of my dreams to be mine," Bucky looked up to your teary eyes with emotional tears of his own. He had gone through so much to get to a moment of peace like this but he would do it all over again, he wouldn't change a thing because it got him here- to her. "Doll, will you marry me?"

You jumped at him, almost knocking the supersoldier to the floor.

"As you wish." You kissed him deeply, before whispering, "Yes I'll marry you, of course I will, my love."

He laughed and pulled back to put the ring on your finger, and you wiped the tears from his face, cherishing the smile wrinkles that formed on the corner of his eyes and he brought you in for a deep hug. You put your head on his shoulder and looked.

You looked around the small house, and suddenly it didn't look so empty anymore, you could almost see the small moments you and Bucky will share in your future in this house that will become your home.

You could see the dove souvenir sitting upon the shelf, holding up Bucky's collection of Tolkien books.

"Bucky did you get another copy?" you laughed and shook your head when you saw him rearrange the books on the shelf, he used your memorabilia from that one mission you went on to prop up the books.

"It's a new addition! I already have the vintage additions." He smiled like a teenager.

You saw a cat, maybe white, wandering around with a toy ball.

"Alpine come back here!" you ran after the white cat that stole your favourite pen, she was too quick. "Bucky, come help me."

"Here doll, watch and learn." Bucky came in and showed Alpine a new plaything he got her, she quickly sniffed it and took it, discarding your engraved pen Bucky got you. "See, she is just daddy's girl."

You could see the sunset light that will illuminate the living room just right. You imagined the furniture that will be just right to leave room for you to push it aside when you want to dance. Bucky always wanted to dance with you.

"Come on, doll, this is one of my favourite songs from my time- I finally found it at a record store!" Bucky put it in the record player, and as the melody started you pushed the furniture so you will have a place to dance in the living room together. You laughed as Bucky told you an old story and spun you around in the golden glow of the sunset. You could stay like that for the rest of your life.

And that was the moment you knew, this was only the beginning of your happy ending together.

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Misslieness

pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader // steve rogers x sharon carter

summary: as you sit back and watch the ceremony unfold, you reflect on the life you once shared with the man you still love.

word count: 6.5k

song inspo: strange by celeste (listen whenever you'd like)

warnings: ANGST, reminiscing of old times, fluff, pining, unrequited love, infidelity (not on reader), smut, unprotected sex, cream pie, arguing, asshole!steve, no happy endings !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!

notes: the is my submission for @bemine-bucky 'Sweethearts Diner' 1k writing challenge. order #18, bitter w/ a side of: pining/longing/yearning. i hope you enjoy ! 💗

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misslieness (scottish dialect) - the feeling of solitariness that comes from missing something or someone you love

“If anyone can show just cause why this couple cannot lawfully be joined together in matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

There was a hushed silence amongst the seated guests, their heads darting around, as they waited for anyone to dare come forward and object. To put a stop to the marriage of the century; but thankfully, to them, it never came.

You couldn’t deny the urge that brewed deep inside your being to rise from the pew and protest against union. To advocate for the silent love you shared with the man wearing the fitted tuxedo in front of his bride-to-be. But you knew that nothing that you hoped for would come from it, so you remained silent in your reserved spot.

“Please face each other as you declare these vows to one another,” ordered the officiant.

Emotions fought against one another in your mind as you watched the couple begin to utter their vows, offering their beings wholeheartedly to the other.

“Do you, Steven Grant Rogers, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” questioned the priest.

He stood there for a moment, finalizing on the impending action that would seal his fate before muttering his declaration of intent. “I do.”

But through the mix up of love, anger, tiredness- it was sorrow that won the battle. The forfeiture of a man that you earnestly cherished. The loss of the relationship you knew was mutually longed for yet couldn't be fulfilled.

“Do you, Sharon Carter, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” she blissfully sighed.

There was a certain level of pain that consumed you, a feeling you had never experienced before in your life.

Your chest was tight and warm, the thumping organ inside of you beat at a slow pace. It was as if it were trying to slow down time, in an effort to prolong the inevitable.

With eyes trained on their movements, you watched as the pair placed the ornate jewelry on the other's respective ring finger.

Sweat began to accumulate in your palms, requiring the constant drying against your chiffon dress as you listened to the priest seal their union.

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!”

You witnessed as he reached out to gently cup her cheek, bringing her face towards his as their lips became one; just like he used to do with you. The action was so ingrained in your memory, that there was a phantom feel of Steve performing those same motions on you in that moment as he did to her.

“It is with great honor and delight that I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Rogers.”

Every guest rose to their feet and became overjoyed for the couple, cheerful laughter and applauding hands filling the air. Though tears flowed from some members of the audience, there was one set that differentiated from the pack- yours.

The clear, salty liquid was warm as it flowed down your cheeks. Grief had taken over you, locking you in your seated position. It wasn’t until Nat placed a sympathetic hand to your upper arm, snapping you out of your besotted mind to bring you back to the unfolding moment.

Joining the guests, you stood and clapped for the now married couple. The task was difficult, but what made it even more strenuous was when your eyes locked onto the own of your former lover as he walked down the aisle.

As you looked into the cerulean irises gazing back at you, your mind thought back to when you first met, the times spent together, and how this moment had unfortunately come to life.

The wonderful thing about weather is that it could change at the drop of a hat. One minute you could be sitting on a bench, overlooking the Hudson River, basking in the sun rays that warmed up your cheeks. The next minute an overcast can replace it; causing water droplets to start off as a drizzle, then quickly turn into heavy downpour.

Most of the occupants along the river bank, some who were laying in the grass and others taking a leisurely stroll, began to quickly run off in search of cover from the storm.

You should’ve joined them in their efforts of keeping dry, but you kept your spot. The cool shower from above calmed you, making you shut your eyes. With your newly heightened senses, you basked in the feel of Mother Nature’s torment upon the Earth.

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there enjoying the rainfall against your skin, your brain lost within itself. It wasn’t until there was a soft tap on your shoulder, a stranger's voice jolting you from your subconscious.

“Ma’am, we need to get you inside somewhere, you’ll get sick from the rain,” said the towering man in front of you.

The action of you opening back up your eyes caused the blonde's tongue to freeze in his mouth, halting the next words he had prepared to say.

There was something in your eyes that reeled him in, silently tugging at his inner being. His mouth sputtered, in a desperate attempt to form a coherent sentence, but to no avail.

You sat there staring back at one of Earth’s greatest defenders, Steve Rogers. Seeing him only on your television or in the daily newspaper, you realized that no form of publication could do his true beauty justice.

The both of you stared back at the other, your souls longing to get to know one another. It wasn’t until there was a lightning strike for you both to snap out of your dazes.

“I’m sorry,” Steve began, “But we need to get you under some covering, you’re getting drenched out here.”

His unmitigated and caring attitude had you smiling, your cheeks rising up as your lips stretched out. “I know. I’m enjoying it.”

The man across from you stared as if you suddenly grew two heads. He couldn’t possibly fathom why one would willingly subject themselves to such weather.

Steve watched as you patted the empty space to your side before looking back up at him. “Have you never sat and enjoyed the rain before? It’s quite calming.”

There was something about your tone- light and inviting, that caused the man to go against his better judgement and sit beside you.

The once dry running joggers had become wet once he perched on the bench. At first he didn’t know what he was expecting, but all he initially felt was discomfort. The raining liquid caused his attire to become drenched, the material sticking to his skin.

He opened his mouth, in the beginning stages to object to your oddball actions when he felt you. Your warm palm lightly grasped onto his bare wrist. The change in temperature was comforting, and all he wanted to do was bask in it a little while longer.

“Just close your eyes, take a deep breath, and enjoy the rain,” you tenderly encouraged.

So the super soldier did just that. With eyes shut, his chest expanded as he drew in air before expelling it out.

It was as if with every droplet that washed against his being took a bit of stress away from his core that he internalized. Years of fighting, agony and loss drained from his heavy heart, lightening it in the process. He never would’ve guessed such a simple action would cause him such peace until you came into his life and introduced it to him.

After bathing under the clouds for a little while longer, you offered him a chance to dry himself off in your apartment only a few blocks away.

He watched as you pranced along the sidewalk, your jovial demeanor caused a smile to form on his face as he kept up alongside you, the two of you on route back to your place.

Stepping inside the safety of your slightly run-down apartment building, you made your way into the elevator shaft, barely making it in time before the doors had closed- super soldier in tow. Pressing your assigned floor, you two stood in silence. Though Steve could make out the chattering of your teeth, no doubt due to you already experiencing the effects of your previous activities.

The ding of the lift signaled your long awaited arrival. Taking a few steps towards your apartment, you unlocked the door and side stepped to let the blonde inside. “Sorry for the mess, I wasn't expecting company,” you apologized to the man, silently hoping he wouldn’t judge the clutter filled room.

“It’s not a problem,” he reassured, easing your worries, “don’t worry about it.”

Holding a finger to signify a brief departure, you made your way to your linen closet, grabbing a towel and blanket for your guest.

As you made your way back to the man, you watched his actions as he quietly observed the place- fingers grazing the inscription of a tossed book, lingering eyes analyzing a painting hung on the wall. He took everything in as much as he could in an effort to get to know the woman who invited him into her home.

“You know,” you softly spoke, “I just realized I never told you my name and yet you followed me into my apartment. What if this was all an elaborate trap to ensure your demise?”

Steve chuckled at your humorous question and lighthearted demeanor, “Well then that would be the end for me, I think I’ve lived long enough.”

Handing him the items, you then extended a hand out to him, “It’s (Y/N) by the way, and don’t worry, I’m not gonna kill you.”

Reaching out, he connected your hands together. The action made both of your breaths hitch, silently thinking about how much of a perfect fit it was.

“I-I’m Steve, and thank you for that.”

He couldn’t help the gnawing feeling of passion eating away at his heart, but he pushed it away, remembering all about the woman he was soon-to-be fully committed to.

Pulling his hand away, and bringing it to his chest, he began to dry himself off. “I don’t want to intrude, I should probably head-”

The sounds of heavy thunder and flashes from bolts of lightning sparked the room, quieting the man.

“There’s no way I can let you go out in that weather, you can stay here if you want and wait it out. I don’t mind.”

Every fiber of his being was telling him to deny your grace and leave the premises, but he ignored all warnings and smiled down at you. “Thank you,” Steve replied.

You nodded along before taking in his entire frame. Observing his drenched attire, you couldn’t help the heat that bloomed between your legs at the sight of his workout shirt sticking to his body. The ridges from his defined abs and the puffs from his full pecs had you in a daze. Only being snapped out of it once the super soldier caught you gawking- a slight cough into the air pulling you from your trance.

“I- um,” you stuttered, avoiding his eyeline like the plague. “I should have some spare clothes for you, give me one moment.”

Steve watched as you practically ran away from him and towards a far away room before closing the door. With his enhanced hearing coming to the rescue, he was able to listen and hear your groaning. It wasn’t painful, but a mix of embarrassment as well as a bit of desire- the knowledge making his head bow down a tad and cheeks blush.

It was only a few minutes of waiting until you emerged from the confines of the closed space, dressed in a thick sweater while your legs were clad in a pair of leggings. Your hands were loaded with a pair of large pants and a matching sized hoodie. He wondered why you would have those items in your inventory, the question caused a tinge of jealousy to leak into his heart, but he pushed it away.

“Here you go,” stating as you handed him the dry set of clothes. “My brother is about the same size as you and he stayed here a while back, left some clothes of his behind.” Pointing back to the room you were once in, you faced the man. “You can get changed in there, then I’ll throw your clothes in the dryer for you.”

Steve thanked you before quickly getting changed, heading back out with his hands carrying his wet attire. Handing the garments to you, he watched as you loaded your in-unit machine with both of your garments before facing him once more.

“Well, it’s gonna take about an hour before they get dry. Uh, do you want some tea or coffee while you wait?”

The two of you ended up lost in conversation with the other as you waited out the storm. Sounds from the television were soft as your voices overpowered them.

Steve’s being was warmed not only by the hot beverage but your comforting aura and honeyed conversation. He had gotten to know so much of you in such a short amount of time. He found out you were an adult fiction writer, not published yet, but you longed for it to happen soon. He was a tad bit unfamiliar with your craft, that is until you showed him a draft of a story you were working on.

You watched as his once thin, curious eyes, turned into wide ones tinged with a combination of shock and lust. Yet they wouldn’t leave the lines that described the love interest, Chris, being sexually dominated by the protagonist. A deep shade of pink bloomed across the expanse of his neck, leading all the way up to tint his cheeks. The sight of him getting all worked up due to your writing had you sighing in relief, with a bit of desire forming within yourself as well.

The freshly dried clothes long forgotten in the machine, overcast replaced with clear skies, as the two of you enjoyed each other’s company. Though the intimate moment didn’t last for long as the sounds of Steve’s phone rang out, signaling an incoming call.

Reaching down towards his device, he flipped the screen over and filled with the weight of guilt. Here he was, enjoying the presence of a woman other than the one he was engaged to.

Swiping the phone to take the call, he brought the phone to his ear. “Hey Sharon.”

A heavy sigh you didn’t know was being held in your chest left you. So caught up in the glory and beauty of the man across from you, you forgot all about his fiancé- Sharon Carter.

Their engagement was the talk of the country, the infamous Avenger settling down with the blonde C.I.A agent. You couldn’t escape them even if you tried, papped loving embraces covered every form of publication that you came across.

You knew that you had no chance with the kept super soldier, but there was a small part of you that yearned for him, even though you knew it was wrong.

“Sorry honey, I got caught in the rain and a friend helped me out,” Steve carefully explained, not wanting to cause any suspicions in his soon-to-be wife.

Completing the call, he said his goodbyes before looking at you, somewhat dejected. “Sorry, I gotta go. Looks like I need to go pick up ingredients for dinner.”

Standing up, you shook off the feelings of sadness that riddled you. “It’s no problem. Happy wife, happy life-”

“She’s not my wife,” the blonde interjected, “I mean, well not yet anyway.”

You quietly nodded before going to retrieve his dried workout wear. Steve took the clothing from you before changing back into them in the bedroom, making sure to fold the sweats you gave him.

He didn’t know why he somewhat denied his relationship. Sharon was a wonderful woman, who cared for him deeply. So he was at a sort of impasse when it came to wondering why he would try to hide the extent of his impending marriage.

Steve pushed the thoughts of doubt away before heading out back into your living room, observing you in your natural habitat as you tidied the space. Though his spying was cut short when he stepped on a creaky floorboard, alerting you of his presence.

“Well I should be going then,” he begrudgingly remarked. “Thank you again for helping me out. With the clothes and also the whole ‘sitting in the rain’ thing. I didn’t know I needed that.”

The smile that graced you had him sprung, the light of it matching the rays of sun that peaked through the windows. “It’s alright, glad I was able to help.”

The both of you stood in silence, the feeling of not wanting the moment to end obvious as it hung in the air. You knew what you were about to do was wrong, alarm bells blaring throughout your being, but you did it anyway.

Reaching for the lone pen on your kitchen table and ripping off the corner from a stray sheet, you jotted down your phone number. Nervousness seeped through the writing utensil as the digits were written wobbly due to shaking fingers, but the task was completed nonetheless.

Handing the paper off to the gentleman, you locked eyes, sealing your fate and confirming your inevitable mark on the man. “Here, if you ever want to talk or if you’re ever in the neighborhood.”

There was a feeling of want that spread throughout you and Steve as he reached out and grasped the torn paper, fingers grazing ever so slightly against the other. But you both silently agreed to ignore it, before he said his goodbyes and headed out the door.

Even though your apartment door was closed shut, the impending doom of your courtship had just opened up, soon to rattle you both.

Friendship was planted that afternoon and blossomed over the next several months. What started off as a passing stranger looking to help turned into a cherished confidant.

Though at first it was kept hush, Steve soon introduced you to the team- as well as his fiancé. You were welcomed with open arms, even by Sharon. Due to the blonde's honorous behavior, no one suspected anything afoot. Not even when the caring glances turned into stares. Or even when soft touches when passing an item became unconscious loving caresses.

There was an unspoken thing between you two, neither of you daring to bring it to light. Instead allowing the developing feelings to lurk in the shadows, waiting for the inevitable illumination to shine across and reveal it.

You had gained new friends, even becoming close to Natasha who became something like a sister to you. Instantly developing a familial bond with the other one night when hanging with the team. Though you never said anything that would raise suspicion, she picked up on your behavior with the blonde- but decided to keep the knowledge to herself.

The friendship between you and Steve had grown exponentially. He was there to help you when you were struggling with writer's block, while you were there to assist him in any dilemma he was facing. Problems that plagued the Avenger ranged from making tough calls on a mission to something as simple as deciding what new tv show to watch.

But the biggest quandary that worried him as of late was the issues that had suddenly arisen with Sharon.

You believed everything was going smoothly between the couple, but you took notice that he would occasionally come over to your place in a huff. The monkey on his back was evident due to the obvious way he would huff and constantly battle with someone through text.

At first you kept your concerns to yourself, not wanting to step into unwanted waters. But one night, Steve beat you to the punch and unloaded his grief onto you.

He had explained how he and Sharon had been constantly fighting. Whether it was about wedding plans or just day-to-day events, there was something they always bickered over. They both personally blamed it on the stress of dealing with the upcoming nuptials, but Steve knew the real reason for the uptick in arguments.

It was because he was falling for you and didn’t know how to process it.

He knew it was wrong to develop feelings for another woman, but he couldn’t help it. Not when he woke up and the first thing that seeped into his mind was you. So he took his frustrations out on his unknowing fiancé.

Though he did his best to keep his composure around you and try to vanquish the brewing feelings. Not staying over too late or too often. Avoiding prolonged eye contact, knowing he would get lost in your mesmerizing irises.

But his preventive measures soon hit the fan after a rather lengthy argument with his partner.

Steve didn’t know why he ventured directly to your place after the heated debate, knowing he could’ve gone anywhere else. But his footsteps took him straight to your apartment, causing him to hesitantly knock on the door.

Opening up and revealing the saddened man, you knew something was wrong. He would always greet you with his boyish smile and matching charm, but this evening was different. There was a sense of longing evident in his eyes as he stood there quietly. Your eyes were trained on him as he stepped into the foyer before standing directly in front of you.

Though the only light that shone in your apartment was a measly lamp, it was still bright enough to shine and unveil that unspoken thing between you two.

Time passed as you both stood there, eyes falling back and forth from pupils to lips.

Steve knew that there was no coming back from what he wanted to do. But he was a desperate man. So he went against his better judgment and made his move; raising his hand to caress your cheek with his palm. His thumb stroking the soft flesh on your face before leaning in, connecting his lips with yours.

Months of yearning for one another was perceptible in the kiss. It started slow, as if you two were figuring out if this was the right move, before fully giving yourself to the other.

Both hands cupped your face as Steve tried his best to get as much of you as possible, while your hands found his slim waist, pulling his frame against yours.

Those kisses were hungry and fiery, passion practically dripping onto the carpet as your desire dripped out of your cunt as you savored the delicious taste of him on your tongue.

“We shouldn’t do this,” you breathed against his lips.

Steve pulled away only a few centimeters, making sure to not stray away from you too far. “Do you want me to stop then?”

You should’ve nodded, pushed him away, listened to your brain telling you this wasn’t a good idea- but you ignored it all and kissed him back.

Steve picked you up, bringing you over to the couch to lay you across it while he hovered over top. With fast paced movements, you both rid yourselves of your clothing, leaving you bare for the other.

He leaned down and encompassed your nipple with his mouth, softly flicking the mound with his tongue. While his lips were occupied, Steve busied his hands by stroking the soft expanse of your body. Feeling around every curve and ridge of your frame before he was met with the soaking flesh of your cunt.

“Oh Steve,” you moaned out as you felt two of his fingers push into your heat, your essence soaking the digits.

Your body felt on fire. Hot, white desire flooded you as he took the time to deliver pleasure he longed to perform for so long.

Though you wanted the blonde to continue his movements deep within your core, you couldn’t deny the longing you craved to feel him, fully, inside of you.

Imitating his previous motions, you grabbed his face to pull him from your chest. “Steve please,” your honeyed tone purring into the air, “I need you.”

Understanding your underlying request, he moved to situate himself properly between your legs. With one hand pressed down beside your head, he used his other to control his cock- aiming it towards your sopping hole before sliding home deep within you.

“Fuck,” you simultaneously moaned out.

The glorious feeling of his length piercing through your slick petals, paired with your tight walls clamping down around him was heaven sent. He shamelessly whimpered into your mouth as he reconnected your lips with his.

With slow yet determined thrusts, Steve memorized the feel of your warm walls in the off chance that this would be a one time affair.

“You feel so damn good (Y/N),” he swooned.

Your g-spot was repeatedly nudged with his soft head, every jab to your core had you preening up at the man.

Cries of desire leaving your lips, slick skin smacking together, breathy moans from the blonde as well as creaks from the rocking couch were all that could be heard throughout the apartment.

“Oh god Steve, please don’t stop.”

It only took a few more juts of his hips to initiate your orgasm. Euphoria filled every fiber of your being as your release washed over you. With your back arched and chest pressed into the man, he felt his own peak arrive as your warmth clenched around him. Ribbons of his seed coated your walls, the copious amounts resulted in leakage to pour out and drip onto the plush sofa below.

Throughout your motions and the gracious fall from your respective peaks, neither of you ceased your intimate embraces. Lips still forming together in a desperate attempt to become one. It was only when your lungs were exhausted from lack of airflow that you reluctantly pulled away.

You two stared back at one another, searching for the unknown answer to an unspoken question that was well needed to be asked. But you two laid there, enjoying the warmth that enveloped you both, and ignoring the guilt that began to form.

Your platonic turned romantic relationship with Steve had continued for a few more months until you were only a month out from the unavoidable wedding.

Whenever planning got too stressful, he would come to you. An inevitable fight sprung up between him and Sharon, he would venture to your place. If you were ever in dire need of his embrace, he came to your beck and call.

It was an inappropriate affair, you both knew it. Yet, for some reason you couldn’t quit each other. It was almost like you needed the other to keep yourself sane.

But as much as you both wanted the intimate moments to continue, it had to eventually come crashing down.

Steve was deep inside of you, as per usual. Your back pressed against his chest as he rutted into you on his side, from behind. With your head laying against the pillow, he placed his own in the crook of your neck. Puffs of his warm breath fanned across your skin with every thrust he delivered into you.

“That’s it sweetheart,” he groaned out to you, “You take me so fucking well.”

The illicit verbiage that left his tongue only caused your cunt to coat more of him and tighten. With every drag against your walls sent your spiraling down the well of euphoria. So caught up in desire and at the verge of your release, that words unknowingly flew out of you.

“I love you Steve,” you unconsciously breathed out.

The eyes belonging to the man behind you bulged at your confession. He knew at the moment, he crossed over into the threshold of no return.

Peering over you, he took note of your fucked out state and realized you unwittingly spoke. So he silently hoped and prayed that it was just lust taking over your body, and not your true feelings.

His tempo continued deep into your core until he felt your orgasm blossom and your cunt soaking him. Though the feel of your walls clamping down around him was glorious, he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that loomed over him. So as you were coming down from your peak, he pulled out and laid on his back. Eyes trained on the ceiling to scour through his thoughts in an effort to push away the discomfort of his hard-on.

It’s not like he didn’t feel the same for you- quite frankly he was enamored by you. By your carefree behavior, your selfless way of living. Your kind demeanor was what drew him into you. He was in fact, wholeheartedly in love with you. But he knew that due to the publicity of his engagement, that nothing could come from this.

Part of him hoped that the fights between him and Sharon would result in their split, but it never came to that.

He also knew if he were the one to initiate the end and try to engage in a relationship with you, the press would rip you to shreds. They would analyze every bit of your lifestyle and your career and would take no mercy on your feelings.

So in that moment, he knew what it was he had to unfortunately do. He had to put an end to things, and push you away. Push away his feelings and nudge away the bond that you two shared- in an effort to protect you.

“Hey Steve,” you questioned, turning around to face the man lost in his own mind. “Everything okay?”

Steve ignored you as he removed himself from the sheets, getting up to get dressed. “This was a mistake.”

And to think only 4 words could cause such dread to form in your heart, “What do you mean it was a mistake?”

Buckling his pants and putting on his upper garments, he ignored your pleas.

“Steve, answer me! What is going on?”

The blonde was fully dressed and was about to head out of your bedroom before he spoke. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get the words out if he looked into your eyes. He knew he would crumble and fall back into your embrace if he faced you. So he spoke with his back turned and uttered venom-laced words.

“I don’t love you (Y/N). I never have and I never will.”

A saddened gasp rang out as it escaped your mouth at his hurled words. It was then you started to piece together what had happened and what was proclaimed through your blissful cries just moments ago.

It was the truth, you did love him. His boyish charm and polite demeanor was what reeled you in. Added with the fact of you two sleeping together for the past few months, you assumed the feeling was mutual.

So lost in your own thoughts, you almost missed Steve escaping from your apartment. Throwing on the shirt belonging to him that you wore before you two got lost in the sheets, you chased after the man, catching hold of his elbow to force him to face you.

“What do you mean Steve? You were the one who initiated this. And what, you’re just going to leave?”

Steve couldn’t help but feel culpability at your understood rage. He had worked his way into your heart, only to slice it open and stomp on it. But he had to do what was required, in order to protect you.

Taking in a deep breath, he hardened his features and made his gaze cold towards you before uttering statements he knew would shatter your heart.

“It was a mistake.”

You felt the invisible knife poke at your chest, the blade barely piercing through the skin.

“I’m in love with Sharon. I know I came to you in my time of need, but it’s her I’m going to be with.”

The sharp metal pierced through and began its plunge into your chest.

“This was and will always be just sex, I’m sorry if you thought otherwise, but this needs to stop.”

Driven to the hilt, the knife fully stabbed into your heart. The action causes your breathing to hitch and fresh tears to pour from your face.

Steve was grateful for the years of heartache he experienced which allowed him the ability to stifle his emotions, but the sight of your crumbling being almost broke his resolve completely.

You knew that what you two shared would only end in heartbreak, but the pain that flooded you was something that no individual could’ve prepared for.

There was a part of you that wanted to slap him, scratch his perfect face, deliver some form of pain to his being but you knew that it wouldn’t even compare to the ache that rattled you.

Though you were in a state of agony, you knew why he did what he did. Everyone in the world knew that he was to wed Sharon, so he was simply cutting a loose end. Severing any and all ties to you so that his nuptials went according to plan.

It was evident when looking at him. Even though he tried his best to uphold his stoic manner, you knew him well enough to see the cracks of empathy that broke free.

So in the end, you simply nodded while wiping away the salty liquid that dampened your cheeks. “You’re right, it’s for the best that we end this.”

You two stood there for a few more moments, silently saying goodbye to the other with your eyes before he pushed himself to turn away and walk out of your apartment.

Trudging towards the door before closing it, you pressed your head against the wood as you let your tears flow freely. You knew that the end was inevitable, but you never pictured it maiming you so bad until you unfortunately had to deal with it.

The next few weeks that passed were agony. In an effort to vanquish your feelings for the Avenger, you deleted every trace of him in your life. Erased and blocked his number, threw away all the items he left at your house, you did everything to scrub away the mark he left on your soul but it wasn’t enough.

Since the wedding was just around the corner, everyone on the team didn’t take notice of your sudden absence- except for one.

The redhead came over by surprise one afternoon, letting herself into your apartment and felt pity take over at your saddened state. For the rest of that day, Nat sat by your side and silently consoled you. A comforting hand running up and down your back, in an effort to wipe away the dread that surrounded you.

It wasn’t until the sun had set and darkness took over that she spoke words of wisdom to help guide you out of the internal storm plaguing you.

“Some people are meant to fall in love with each other, but are not meant to be together. I know that probably isn’t what you want to hear, but it’s what you need to hear.”

Though grief still weighed heavy in your heart, her words of encouragement did alleviate some of the pain inside of you. She even convinced you to attend the ceremony, informing you that it would help you achieve some form of closure. To finally end the chapter that was you and Steve’s relationship.

The newlywed couple decided to forgo a reception and head immediately on their honeymoon and away from the city- something that the super soldier desperately needed yet shied away from. Because he knew that when he came back that you would be officially long gone.

You had already blocked his contact info and from the stern talking-to that he received from Natasha, he knew it was best to let you go completely.

So here he was, walking down the steps of the church, hand in hand with Sharon. His smile was not nearly genuine as he felt the applause from their mutual friends and family.

The pitter patter from grains of rice being thrown into the air with every one of their steps brought back a flash of long forgotten memory. The feeling resembling the rain that poured down on you and him that one fateful afternoon many moons ago.

As he opened the door for his wife to venture into the awaiting car to take them to the airport, his eyes caught a tearful pair from across the street- yours.

There were no words that needed nor could’ve been said at that moment. So you two nodded at each other, your eyes silently saying goodbye and farewell to the love that you shared. Steve felt his own eyes moisten before he forced himself into the towncar to sit beside his bride.

“You alright dear?” Sharon questioned.

All the man could do was force a smile before ordering the driver to whisk them away from the church, and away from you.

With a heavy sigh, you begrudgingly put one foot in front of the other before muscle memory took over. Making your way down the steps, you loaded onto the subway cart en route to your destination.

The great thing about living in New York City is that no matter what mood you were in, whether it be joyful or desolate, you were allowed the freedom to wallow in it without anyone dismissing you. So you let the feeling of loss take over you until eventually the conductor announced your stop.

You continued the path up the stairs and down the sidewalk until you reached your destination: the same bench you sat on almost a year ago when you met him.

Memories flashed in your mind about the times you spent together, the good and the bad. Remembering that the only reason that your paths crossed were due to you in dire need of inspiration for a novel you were drafting, so you came here along the riverbank for insight. You just didn’t know the knowledge that you craved would ultimately be a price you had to pay in the long run.

As you sat there by your lonesome, reflecting on your past, it was as if Mother Nature decided you weren’t experiencing enough torment; so she decided to fully recreate that pivotal day.

The sounds of feet stomping across the pavement paired perfectly with the splashes of rain falling down. Passerby’s ran to shelter as did the birds in the sky, leaving you to wallow in silence.

What once was a calming and nurturing activity of sitting in the rain served as a painful reminder of what once was. With the droplets of water drenching your frame, you mused over the time spent with the man you loved.

And how two individuals could go from strangers to friends, friends into lovers, and strangers again.

a/n: whew, this was a doozy. i had this fic idea in my mind and i just had to get it out, even if it broke me inside. 😢

also, this is NOT a continuation of ‘broken promises’.

if you enjoyed this fic, please make sure to reblog and comment, your feedback is much appreciated !

* divider credits to the lovely @firefly-in-darkness *

[starbuckie]

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞

challenge: the sweethearts diner 1k writing challenge by @bemine-bucky

prompt: “be still my beating vagina” from mamma mia: here we go again with a side of enemies to lovers

pairing: college!chris beck x reader

words: 3.5k words

warnings: SMUT 18+ (sixty-nine, oral ig), enemies to lovers (kinda), benefits-only kinda situation, chris is kinda in love with u (hooray), academic rivals, fetal pigs

summary: good god, chris beck pisses you off, with his ass-kissing good grades and dorky fucking glasses, but you’ve never had a better time in the sheets than when you were riding the soul out of him (and he could say the same).

a/n: this was not proofread, but my dear savannah, i am so glad that i get to celebrate this challenge with you!! a thousand followers is fucking huge- and now you have even more and rightfully so, you talented, talented writer you. i also added a little constance and charles blackwood, i thought it make it a little more fun. i love my dear space boy and i will always love writing for him, so i hope you all enjoy!! <33

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“Be still my beating vagina,” your roommate whispered from across the table. Constance was a quiet girl, shy and very much the girl next door, but whenever the two of you sat alone the woman was nothing short of absolutely raunchy. She took pleasure in finding men and women alike across campus that she found attractive and commenting about it in some odd way of hers. 

The day’s winter lunch in one of the Yale cafeterias seemed to center around a certain studious, infuriatingly intelligent, bright-eyed boy. 

“Ah, that’s butthole Beck,” you grinned, “I have him in nearly all my classes.”

“Pre-med?”

“Yup.”

“You don't like him?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Makes sense. All you pre-med students are righteous pricks.”

“Rude,” you nudged her elbow with the end of your fork and she stuck her tongue out at you. “I went to highschool with him, the man’s a dick. And in class, God, you’d think the little asshole was quiet as a mouse, but once he opens his mouth, he just goes on and on about this and that...”

The two of you watched as Chris Beck, the king of loners and top student in your Organic Chem class, slowly stumbled over his own shoelaces with a bowl of soup in his hands. His infamous navy blue glasses sat crooked on the tip of his sharp nose and honestly, the NASA hoodie he wore looked comfy. Or made him look comfy. You couldn’t tell which. 

“Shame,” Connie delicately placed her napkin in her lap and flattened it out. “He’s a real looker. Bet under all those snuggly close he’s got a huge dick and cut abs.”

A half-laugh choked its way out of your throat as you hit your chest and begged lettuce not to fly out. While you coughed into your elbow you saw a multitude of kids look in your way, concerned about the fit you were sent into- but you were only focused on the blue-eyed boy, who only looked pissed off by your existence at first. 

But then he winked at you, and that irrational anger you held towards him melted into a big pool of warm, goopy chocolate. His eyes held a certain fiery lust in them, and maybe that was another reason you hated him. He was really fucking hot. And he was the one person stopping you from becoming your year’s valedictorian. Damn Chris Beck. 

This side of him stayed near invisible to the public eye, but you knew it. Oh, you knew it all too well. Even though you stayed enemies in the views of your teachers and fellow classmates, the finest written academic rivals of all time, there was a simple, mutual attraction. Even when he used you as a scapegoat when he so clearly messed up on dissecting the fetal pig in Biology. He just threw you under the bus, and Professor Calhoun taking points off of that lab only started what you liked to call the Blame Game.

It had been all you had known since then. So you rolled your eyes at him. 

You forced yourself away from his silent, heat-filled gaze and turned your attention back to your friend. “Constance Blackwood, I forgot how much of a pervert you are.”

She snorted and took a sip of her clam chowder. “Can’t help it, when I see a hot person I must comment.”

“I’ve noticed.” You retorted. From the side of your eye, you subconsciously looked for him, but he wasn’t there. The clumsy smartass must have finished his teasing for the day. You took a sigh and continued to eat your salad. “Your cousin Charles though, now he is hot. I swear to God, at your birthday last year when he wore that yellow shirt with his hair like that? Fucking sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life.”

“Y/N, he’s like ten years older than you; he has his own goddamn memorial photo in the school of finance.” Constance admonished. 

‘’Course, darling Connie, that only makes him hotter.” You let out nothing short of a cackle when she balled up her paper napkin and tossed it at you. “Ouch-”

Someone bumped into you from your right side, walking so quickly that they didn’t even apologize. Constance jumped slightly, as if the person had run into her rather than you. “How uncivilized!” She grunted. “You’d think with a ton of these high-class propers they’d have some manners as well.”

You weren’t as fazed by it all. Your back turned against your friend, only to catch a glimpse of the person who so rudely bumped into you. Their hood was pulled over their head, and it was a classic outfit; dark wash jeans and a grey hoodie, but that was exactly what caught your eye.

The little NASA rocket ship on the left arm of the sweatshirt.

-

You only had to knock one before the white-painted door opened up before you. Two strong hands manhandled you into a dim-lit dorm as you stumbled over your own feet. The door slammed shut behind you, and by the time you realized that, you were being shoved up against a row of coat hooks by none other than Christopher Beck.

“Gee, Chris, you really know how to treat a woman.” You smirked. Chris’ face was only a few good centimeters from your own, mint rolling off his warm breath from the gum he’d probably just popped into his mouth. He changed it out every twenty minutes or so. His bare arms caged you in an uncomfortable position, with your own pressed to your chest. “Y’know, the literal throwing me into your room makes it less subtle than you think it is. Also I brought you cookies. It’s only the dough, but it’s the good Christmas cut up ones that have reindeers on them.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled, backing up. It took all your strength to not look down at his cut abs, because, well Constance was right in her suspicions. You just didn’t want to confirm them. Out of possession or hatred you weren’t sure. “So, Charles Blackwood, huh?”

He’d already walked off to his desk with the Safeway bag you handed him, but you were curious. “What?”

He started placing it all, that organized man: the canned soups in the top right cabinet and the Nestle cookie dough in the mini fridge by his feet. “Charles Blackwood. Heard you and, uh, Constance talkin’ about him earlier. He’s a bit old for you, don't you think?”

“That why you so rudely bumped into me earlier? You’re jealous?” You chuckled and kicked off your slippers before walking over to where he stood in front of his single desk. He grunted in frustration, but gave no other comment. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, Beck, ‘m joking with you. But why does my choice of men concern you? This,” you poked him in his hard, muscly back, “is purely for my pleasure.”

He turned around and grasped your waist. You shivered against his warm skin- it really was freezing in Connecticut- as he grinned devilishly. It was a rare thing, seeing him be so cocky outside of a learning environment, but the science man knew how to get a girl interested. “‘Cause I’m the only guy who can get you off, honey?”

You grasped the back of his hair, the shorter ends of his fluffy hair at the nape of his neck, and pulled him down to your lips for a short kiss. “No, ‘cause you’re the only guy I know at this school who likes calling me mommy.”

“Shut the hell up,” he frowned, shoving his palm into your face as you let out a genuine laugh. “It was one time.”

“Why do you think lettuce goes in your fuckin’ soup cabinet, Chris, it’s a goddamn vegetable. It belongs in the fridge, you animal…” You pushed him aside and stood on the tips of your toes to reach it. While he was smart, he seemed to be nothing more than an idiot when it came to home economics. But then you realized that there were many more store items laying about in the wrong places, and you had to groan. “I swear to God, you may be top of our school but you have absolutely no common sense.” 

You turned around with a smile on your face, only for it to fall when you saw Chris, sweatpants thrown off on the ground and his hard cock standing upright. He was needy today- that much was clear when you saw the sheer amount of precome just leaking from his swelling tip. “Oh, we’re- uh, we’re getting right to business today, alright, I can work with that.” 

In an instant, you slipped your navy blue Yale crewneck over your head to reveal nothing but your bare chest to the man on the bed. Your nipples hardened in the cool air and you could feel your clit throb at the nearly nonexistent force. You wore only a thin pair of cotton panties under your flannel pants, the kind with the little bow on the front band, the kind that Chris liked to make fun of. It’s a contrast to you, really, they’re much more innocent than you are, is once what he had told you. 

It only took a few moments for you to pounce on the bed after you'd thrown your clothes off, the wild goddess within you needing to hop on his dick and ride him until you couldn’t see. “Condom?” You gasped as he grabbed your waist. 

“Where they always are, hun.” Your hips swiveled from his hard abdomen for the slightest moment as you leaned over the marble bed table next to the bed, finding a small pile of foil packets, ready to be used. What a great sight for his roommate to see. You tore the package between your teeth quickly and efficiently before loosely fisting his cock. 

He was admirable- all eight inches of him in his wet glory, cut and just weeping for you. Image enough to make any girl wet. 

You jerked him slowly a few times, relishing in the small, submissive whimpers that arose from his scratchy throat. It gave you pleasure knowing he only did this with you- you had been the one to take his virginity before, you made him so fucking needy and God, it felt like you owned him and in a way it made your heart soar. 

Your cold fingers felt like heaven against the hot flesh of skin. It was you that made him blush and feel good and you were the one spreading goosebumps over his body when you finally decided to teasingly roll the latex over him. “Christ, Y/N- feels so good.”

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already gonna come?” You grinned, hovering above his meaty thighs. “That’s a little pathetic.”

He whined, his head hitting the back of the wood board. You turned on him, your back facing him and everything, and arched your spine so your ass and dripping cunt laid right in front of his face. But that was when an idea hit you. Something you’d never really done with anyone, less with him, but God, it was hot. 

“Actually, I think I wanna try somethin’ else today, Beck.”  You slid over his dick (which frustrated him beyond belief), to sit on the v-line of his hips. “We’re not gonna need this today, honey.”

Once again, the chill of your fingers ghosted the condom off of his sensitive length and he choked on another moan. Without another thought you threw it to the ground, and just focused on scooting back across Chris’ chest far enough to mouth his cock.

You must’ve looked nothing short of ruined just staring at his dick, with your knees spread around his torso and your mouth salivating. Your nails ran up and down the small trail of hair leading to it, causing the man beneath you to shiver. “Y/N, please-” he grabbed your hips, pulling your pussy close enough to his mouth that you could feel his breath hitting your soaked entrance. “Please do something, honey,” he pleaded.

Your right hand traced up to the base of his cock and after prodding the head of his dick against your wet lips, you throated him. You moaned at his taste- salty and a little bitter, but it was always good when it was him. 

And Chris wasn’t stupid. He’d watched porn, he knew what to do with your pussy laid out in front of his face for him to just feast on. His hands trailed from your hips to the flesh of your thighs, spreading them far enough for slick to come rushing down your skin. His fingers indented into your legs, a pleasure-filled pain to you, and he finally flattened his tongue against your cunt and licked straight from your clit to the top of your hole. His fingers played around with your gentle skin, all the way up to your weeping slit, where he inserted just a thick finger in you and began pumping in and out. 

As soon as Chris began eating you out, you let out a high moan, near a scream really, and you grasped for anything to reach onto, finding purchase in his muscular thigh. Once the first contact of ribbed pleasure hit your core, you writhed against his face, grinding your pussy against his mouth and hand.

“Now who’s the impatient one?” You couldn’t see Chris, but you knew that the cocky asshole was just smirking at your need to get off. “You just work on my cock and I’ll make sure you come just fine, honey.”

He gently slapped your clit, causing you to whine with your lips stretched wide around his dick. He shuddered at the vibrations your mouth gave him, only going back to work, finger-fucking your tight hole and making sure that your leaking juices were going nowhere but in his mouth. 

It was difficult to bob your head up and down his cock as he ate you out with such skill and efficiency, but you managed to do just that. You made sure to hollow out your throat when your nose hit the skin of his thigh, choking on his dick as soon as you slipped all eight inches of him down your constricted walls. 

“F-uck!” Chris practically groaned into your pussy, your legs shaking around his body. “You do that again and ‘m gonna fuckin’ come.”

You teased him with your fingers, softly fondling his heavy sac that was swelling and tightening when you began to jerk him into your mouth again. With the same integrity and need for you, Chris added second and third digits into the mix, stretching out your walls with his long fingers. “Taste so good, sweetheart, smell even better,” he grinned, “could stay here all day.” His lips puckered around your clit, causing you to jolt back even further in his hold. “The best I’ve ever had, I swear to God.”

You had to pull off his cock for a moment, nearly unable to hold back your smile as you just loosely gripped his hard dick. 

“You haven’t had any other, honey,” you fingered the tip of his dick before placing a ghostly kiss to the top of it, relishing in the way he nearly shook under you when you did so. “You’re mine, Beck.”

The possession of it all made him feel fuzzy, along with your mix-like ministrations you worked on his body.

Immediately your mouth sunk back down onto him, your velvety throat enclosing him in his aura of pure bliss and hazy vision. His hips lifted up into your mouth, pushing his cock further into the contracted walls holding him in so deep. Neither of you cared how loud you were being anymore- you were so close to coming, nothing else in the world mattered except for what was soon to be him just creaming into your mouth.  

But soon enough, your hips began to have a mind of their own and you no longer had control of your body. Like clockwork, you quickened your grinding against his face, his fingers working you until your walls clamped around them. With a high-pitched whine you came on his face as he groaned, Chris’ own hips trying to meet yours in time. He slurped up your slick as it ran from your hole, the absolute ravenous sounds escaping his body making it sound like he hadn’t eaten in months. 

As you continued to move against his face, he came too, his dick twitching a final time as ropes of come spurted right down your throat. You hummed around at the taste of him, opening your mouth so you could lay your tongue flat and lick your way up his cock, making sure to not let a drop of creamy liquid go to waste.

Your bubble of hazy fucking cleared, the tunnel vision for only his dick slowly fading as a drowsy spell began to layover your worn body. Legs collapsed from beneath your body and Chris had to pull your tired limbs to the side before he removed his warmth from the mattress, getting up to ensure a little clean up before he went back to you. 

“Why have we never done that before?” He panted. His roommate would probably come in later in the morning, so he was courteous enough to toss the discarded and never used condom into the trash can in one smooth toss because he knew the both of you were too tired to be up before nine A.M. His sweatpants laid by the base of the bed and he tugged them on as carelessly as he could with shaking legs before hopping back into the oh-so comforting bed. 

“Well,” you grinned, crawling over him to settle on the warm, solid planes of his chest as soon as the blanket was pulled back over you, “if I had known you were gonna enjoy it so much I would’ve introduced it to you before.”

His arms opened up to you as you fell onto his body, scooching up so you were nearly face to face. It was a position for lovers, not for the usual likes of you, but neither of you objected to the intimacy you shared in the moment. “Huh,” he mumbled. “I like doing these things with you.”

You turned your face into the curve of his neck and laughed. “What, having sex? I do too.”

“Yeah,” he whispered. It was a little unexpected, but his warm hand slithered around your waist to your back, his rough fingers tracing soft patterns against your worn out body. The soft breathing of aftersex was the only known shared thing between the two of you- the feelings would only become known later. “Hey, Y/N?”

By then, the rise and fall of his chest and the comforting contact of his naked skin against yours lulled you to sleep, quiet puffs of breath escaping your parted lips as you hummed. “Do you wanna make cookies tomorrow?”

You snorted, nuzzling closer to him. “You askin’ me out, Beck?”

“No,” he chuckled, “You’ll know when I do that. But I’ve got a whole roll of reindeer cookie dough in my fridge and I can’t work an oven.”

The idea was more than appealing. You couldn’t deny the warming in your chest. You and Chris. Warm jumpers, you in his big NASA one despite having your own perfectly good one, making Nestle cookies in the residential kitchens on the third floor of the dorms. It wasn’t normal for the two of you- it sure would seem like a shock to anyone who saw you spending any time together outside of class, smiling too.

“How do you know I can work an oven? Maybe I’ll purposefully burn the cookies just to take my hateful vengeance out on you.” You smiled.

“It’s a bit hard to see you with a hateful vengeance for me after you- y’know.” He crudely gestured behind your back but you could tell what it was, slapping his chest with a short laugh. 

“Go to sleep, Chris.”

“I can’t tell if that was a yes or no, Y/N.” He poked the flesh of your hip with his pointer finger.

“Yes, Christopher, I’ll stop you from setting the Yale residential area on fire for a batch of cookies.” You kissed his shoulder and turned your head to the side, trying to hide your near painful smile that seemed ever growing.

“Attagirl,” he grinned, trying to pursue the same thing as you. The last thing he saw was the everlasting image of the two of you kissing in the kitchen before he closed his eyes and let slumber take over him. “Goodnight, Y/N honey.”

[emerald-chaos]

Welcome to the Sweethearts Diner

We pride ourselves on offering a unique dining experience full of personal choice and surprise twists! No two menu items will ever be the same, as we allow the patron to completely customize their own orders. So grab a date, sit on down, and enjoy the Sweethearts experience.

Friends! I am so freaking excited about hosting my first writing challenge. I want to give a HUGE shout out to @animehearteyes @wastingmylifeonbritishtv @spicynudlesoup and other friends who helped give me ideas and helped bring this particular idea to life. I couldn't have done this without their help and support.

Secondly, I wouldn't even be having this writing challenge right now if it weren't for you. Thank you for being a follower of mine, supporting me, and putting up with my bs all the time. I am so grateful for every single one of you it's not funny. I hope you enjoy this challenge and participate if you'd like!

This is my first writing challenge so if there's anything I can do to make it better or any tips that someone may have for me - please share!!!

I probably have way too many prompts, but i couldn't help myself hehehe.

Rules:

Just a few things to discuss as far as expectations go.

Please choose a prompt from below and a character to go with it and let me know via my ask box which you choose! Only one person per prompt. (if you want a different character, send me an ask! let's chat about it.)

Tropes, AUs, etc. are all optional and are not limited to what I have listed below. I give you all full creative liberties to add whatever you feel like speaks to you the most.

Works written for this challenge must be able to be read as standalone fics.

Any reader insert is welcomed for this challenge (LGBTQ+, BIPOC, interracial, polyamorous relationships and more are welcomed and encouraged!). If you would like to use an OC, again, send me an ask and let's chat about it!

500 word minimum but no maximum! Please add a "read more" line after 100-200 words.

If you are writing smut you MUST be 18 years of age or older. Please have your age in your bio so I can verify this.

Deadline for fics to be completed by: December 1st (this is not a hard deadline and if you feel like you need more time, i'm happy to extend things for you.)

Hard no's for the fics: toilet stuff, bestiality, sexual situations including minors.

Dark fics are welcomed but most be tagged appropriately.

Just because a prompt is listed under a fluffy, smutty, or angsty category does not mean it is excluded to only that category. Things can be intertwined, added, and whatever at the writer's discretion!

Please include warnings where necessary.

Please tag me so I can follow the stories and read them! Use the tags included at the bottom of this post.

Who are you bringing along as your date?

Any Sebastian Stan character, including but not limited to: Bucky Barnes, Mickey Henry, Frank (endings, beginnings), Chris (destroyer), etc.

Any Chris Evans character, including but not limited to: Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale, Ari Levinson, Collin Shea, etc.

Any Marvel character, including but not limited to: Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, etc.

Choose your main course:

Sweet

“What would you wanna marry me for anyhow?” “So I can kiss you anytime I want.” Sweet Home Alabama @dreamlessinparis

“When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." When Harry Met Sally

“I've come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is, and always will be, yours." Sense and Sensibility @dolcezzasfantasy

"You're late." "You're stunning." "You're forgiven." Pretty Woman @bucksdolll

"I like you very much. Just as you are." Bridget Jones's Diary

"You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on." Pride and Prejudice @wastingmylifeonbritishtv

"What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey, that's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon.” It’s a Wonderful Life @velvetcardiganbucky

"It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together, and I knew it. I knew it the first time I touched her. It was like coming home, only to no home I'd ever known. I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew it. It was like magic." Sleepless in Seattle @thefallenbibliophilequote

“You’re the first boy I ever kissed, and I want you to be the last.” Sweet Home Alabama @vanillanaps

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return.” Moulin Rouge @lokithealligator

"You don't marry someone you can live with, you marry the person you cannot live without." PS I Love You @doll1917

“Have you ever fallen in love with someone you haven’t even talked to?” While You Were Sleeping @hey-its-grey

“I love you.” “Thanks.” Breakfast At Tiffany’s

“I just need to know that it’s possible that two people can stay happy together forever.” Juno @abovethesmokestacks

“As you wish.” The Princess Bride

“Yes, i’m drunk. And you’re beautiful. And tomorrow morning, i’ll be sober but you’ll still be beautiful.” The Dreamers @shieldedreams

Spicy

“Nice boys don’t kiss like that.” “Oh yes they fucking do.” Bridget Jones’s Diary @bucksmotel

“You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” Gone with the Wind @lavendercitizen

“Be still my beating vagina.” Mamma Mia 2 @starbuckie

“Are you trying to seduce me?” “Why? Are you seducible?” A Walk To Remember @slutfornat

“I gotta get outta here pronto. I got a stage five clinger. A stage five, virgin clinger.” Wedding Crashers @sableseb

“You’re really wearing that dress like you’re doing it a favor.” Crazy, Stupid Love @sunshinebuckybarnes

“I’ll have what she’s having.” When Harry Met Sally

“You know what? It’s time to go home.” “Really? That’s forward of you. But okay, I’ll do it.” Crazy, Stupid Love @soldatsass

“You must forgive my lips...they find pleasure in the most unusual places.” A Good Year @buckycuddlebuddy

“What do you say we blow this joint and then each other?” Love & Other Drugs @aphrogeneias

“You should be kissed every day, every hour, every minute.” The Lucky One @luxeavenger

“Lift your skirt. Lift it higher. Higher. Higher. Lift it higher.” The Piano @sobluesobeautiful

“How would you like to have a sexual encounter so intense it could conceivably change your political views?” The Sure Thing @specialk-18

“I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.” Bull Durham @the-iceni-bitch

“I don’t bite, you know...unless it’s called for.” Charade @yelenabeloveme

Bitter

"I'd rather fight with you than make love with anyone else." The Wedding Date

I love you. I've loved you for nine years. I've just been too arrogant and scared to realize it, and, well, now, I'm just scared." My Best Friend's Wedding

"I wanna marry you because you're the first person I wanna look at when I wake up in the morning, and the only one I wanna kiss goodnight. Because the first time that I saw these hands, I couldn't imagine not being able to hold them." Definitely, Maybe @turbolisedcomet

"I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly." You've Got Mail @bucky-soldat

I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up." Silver Linings Playbook @clints-lucky-arrow

“In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find someone who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you.” Juno

"I fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly, and then all at once." The Fault in Our Stars @divine-mistake

"Don't forget: I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her." Notting Hill @coffeebucko // @bbonkyy (writing blog)

"So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard, and we're gonna have to work at this every day. But I wanna do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever. You and me. Every day." The Notebook @bibbidibobbidibucky

“We'll always have Paris." Casablanca

"I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you." Pocahontas @carrotfantasimp

“You said you couldn't be with someone who didn't believe in you. Well, I believed in you. I just didn't believe in me." Pretty in Pink @redbullchick

“I knew I’d never be able to remember what she wore that day. But I also knew I’d never forget the way she looked.” Father of The Bride

“I can’t see anything I don’t like about you.” Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

“You were the only thing in my life that was real.” Blue is the Warmest Color @ambrosiase

“What am I allergic to?” “Pine nuts. And the full spectrum of human emotion.” The Proposal @wintersfrost

“Trust me when I say if a guy is treating you like he doesn’t give a shit, he genuinely doesn’t give a shit.” He’s Just Not That Into You

“Some people are meant to fall in love with each other, but are not meant to be together.” 500 Days of Summer @christowhore

“I think you are the most selfish person on the planet.” “That’s just silly. Have you met everyone on the planet?” 2 Weeks Notice

“Three days ago I loathed you. I used to dream about you getting hit by a car. Or poisoned.” The Proposal

“Secondly, don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.” 10 Things I Hate About You @notwithoutyou-buckybarnes

“I feel like I’ve just found out my favorite love song was written about a sandwich.” 27 Dresses

“Why should I live up to other people’s expectations instead of my own?” 10 Things I Hate About You

“Neat freak. Healthy. Non-smoker. Single. I hate my horrible life.” The Holiday

“I miss you. If there’s anything you ever need, I won’t be far away.” Forrest Gump @rivkele

“I will not be the person you settle for because you cannot have her. I won’t do it. Not when I’ve spent my whole life loving you.” Little Women

Choose a side (trope optional; including but not limited to):

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

One Bed

Love triangle

Fake relationship

Crossover

Body swap

Arranged marriage

Accidental marriage

Amnesia

Pining/longing/yearning

Exes back to lovers

Looking to sweeten the deal? Try one of our desserts! (AU optional; including but not limited to):

College

Coffee shop

Time travel/decades (does this go here or somewhere else?)

Soulmates

Mafia/Mob

Biker

Pirate

Modern

Single Dad

Sugar Daddy

Dad's Best Friend/Best Friend's Dad

Viking

Librarian

Florist

CEO

Bartender

Bodyguard

Chef

Horror

Sweethearts Diner Jukebox Time Machine Challenge

To make your menu item combinations more challenging, pop a quarter in our magic jukebox! Some say the jukebox helps the generation of the music come alive (stories may be written in the style of a different era for an added challenge! Who wouldn't love a renaissance bucky? 👀)

Decade eras (40’s, 70’s, 80’s, etc.)

Renaissance era

Medieval era

[shieldedreams]

hold me close (keep the alcohol away) (f.a.)

summary ⇾ the new bartender down at ferg’s is another reason why frank goes there every friday night. one night, he gets a little too drunk. details ⇾ 2,600 words / frank adler x reader / 🌸 marshmallow fluff notes ⇾ this is for @bemine-bucky​​​‘s 1k sweethearts diner writing challenge! 💞 a date with frank adler, a main course of sweet #16: “yes, i’m drunk. and you’re beautiful. and tomorrow morning, i’ll be sober but you’ll still be beautiful.” the dreamers + a dessert of bartender!au

[smol fight / mentions of alcohol and getting absolutely plastered / a bit of mutual pining / small mention of blood (reader is feisty, lol) / a bunch of gibberish cursing / cutesoftfrank]

frank was no stranger to the scene at ferg’s. he’s either there every friday night or several times of the week depending on how bad work’s gotten or the much needed de-stressing in pints of beer. the comfort of being alone in the midst of other people being alone.

then one day, he wasn’t so alone whenever he intended to be.

there was a new bartender in town who turned heads, stolen glances at the addition to ferg’s staff. frank was pretty quick to get accustomed to you considering he’s a regular patron. he went from being able to have a couple of one-liners to conversations until your shift ended.

it was the same every night frank got to see you. let the alcohol hit his tongue and burn the way down, trying to simmer his fiery gaze as he watches you work. it’s like he’s entranced; resting his chin in his palm as he fiddles with the neck of the beer bottle he’s holding, staring for far too long that you’d–”hey, that’s not the way to treat your customers.”

frank picks up the rag you’ve tossed to his face, chucking it back to you. catching it with ease, you slide up in front of him after nodding in the direction of the drinks you’ve served. folding your arms on the counter, you eye frank under the dim lights.

“well, it’s not very nice to stare, either,” you playfully sneer at him.

“not my fault when the sight’s pretty.” he shrugs, earning a chuckle from you as you shake your head.

“y’know, this is coming across as borderline creepy if i didn’t know you.” your hands make moves to wipe the counter space in front of him, the same time he lifts up his beer for a sip.

“but?” he sets the bottle down, perking a brow up.

“there is no ‘but’,” you snicker, grinning at his offended head bob backwards.

“aw, really felt like there was a ‘but’ coming right after that.”

“how ‘bout you take your butt and–”the sounds of exclaim that comes from the other side of the bar breaks your train of speech, snapping your head over your shoulder towards the sound. frank looks over you, following your gaze to some geezer trying to pick up a girl at the bar but clearly gone wrong when she’s backing away from him with a frightened look and a broken glass pint.

that only cues you storming over (because great, cleaning glass again) and frank following suit; standing just a couple of steps back. you slip between the pair of them, easily nudging the woman to the side and gesture for the man to the door. 

“excuse me, sir? you’re making her uncomfortable and causing a scene.” you feel her hiding behind you as you create a bigger distance between them, “i’m gonna have to ask you to leave–”

“who the fuck are you to tell me to leave?!” he bellows right to your face. unflinching, you deadpan right at him and he reeks of alcohol, you can smell it in his breath. it’s not until he glowers at you and he’s swift with his hand movements–a taut slap to your cheek–the impact causing your head to turn to the side just a little.

your eyes manage to glance at frank as he clenches his fist, darting over towards you with his hand ready to go off at the man who had just laid a hand on you–but your movements are quicker. filled with anger as you tightened your fist, turning back to the man in front of you to give him a taste of his own medicine in a form of a sucker punch to the jaw.

it could be the alcohol in his system that renders him weak or maybe that taster class of boxing paid off because now he’s flat on the floor; eyes barely open. your manager squeezes past you, motioning you to have a moment to yourself before he deals with the plastered mess of a drunk patron now knocked out on the ground.

as you make your way back to behind the bar, you feel a hand gently holding you by the arm. you only process it’s frank when he’s oddly close in your peripheral, his eyes scanning your face as he asks softly: “you okay?”

maybe it was the aftermath of a slap that’s making your vision blurry but frank’s... has he always been this handsome? perhaps it was the proximity, or the way he’s showing he cares for you but it made your heart swoon a bit. you might be mistaken but he could be feeling the same when his eyes flicker from your eyes, down to your lips and then back up.

he cups your chin, and your eyes blink up to his. it’s like there’s a mutual force drawing you closer or maybe that guy got you good with a slap. you feel your heart racing, feeling it accelerate when he leans down but–”you’re bleeding.”

you blink a couple of times to process his words, muttering a what? it’s not until you feel the pad of his thumb pressing on the corner of your lips, feeling it sting as you hiss away from him like a scalded cat. he chuckles, easily letting you slip through as you resume your position behind the bar.

reaching for a napkin, you wipe off the blood and toss it into the bin with a huff. you turn around to see frank sitting in front of you, a small smile on his face.

“what’re you staring at, adler?”

“told you already. not gonna say it again.” he grins, clearly when you’re not in the mood especially after what happens that he suggests: “have a drink with me. it’s the least you deserve after all that.”

“is this your way of buying me a drink?” you snort, folding your arms and leaning on the counter.

"maybe. if you’re up for it.”

“you takin’ pity on me, frank?”

“pity’s the last thing i’m takin’ up on you for,” he chuckles, shaking his head as he takes a sip of his beer. he mirrors your playful squint; something about the air tonight slightly different than the usual banter. maybe it was the adrenaline in your veins still up and running or the sparks of excitement catching frank’s smile at you.

you take a quick glance, noticing that it’s a bit quieter and after all that ruckus... eh, you deserved it.

“i’ll take up on your offer, then. what’re gonna order for me?”

//

if you had a say in what to order now it would be a huge glass of i need a break.

"alright, champ. let’s go.” you’re heaving frank by the arm around your shoulder, half-dragging him out from the bar with him in tow. it’s not that you ever doubted his drinking count but it seems like he was having a bit too much fun with the game of twenty questions. let’s just say, you didn’t make it to twenty. (with the catch of you taking a sip opposed to his shots whenever he refuses to answer a question that was deemed ‘not morally correct to talk about’–we’ll get into that next time)

“where’s your truck?”

“i’ve got one!” he yells, almost making you deaf. “a big one!”

you scoff, shaking your head as you pat his arm, “okay. where is it?”

“d’you like guys who have t–rucks?”

“frank, i’m gonna drop your ass in the middle of the street if you don’t tell me where your truck is–”

"–’s over there,” he cuts you off with his slurring words, weakly pointing towards the direction of his vehicle. after muttering a soft thank fuck, you’re hauling this man with you in hopes he doesn’t stir up trouble to bringing him home.

//

this should be an olympic sport: bringing a drunk person home. the struggles of trying to get their keys to unlock the door, haul them in and make sure they don’t suffocate to death from sleeping face down on the pillow was very, very tricky, to say the least.

yet you managed, like an absolute winner.

here frank lies on his bed, mumbling something you can’t quite understand as he giggles to the ceiling. for someone who’s known to be the ‘damaged hot guy’, he sure has his moments. you sit on the bed next to him, patting his chest to get his attention.

“you gonna be okay on your own, frank?”

he’s not reacting in the way you had expected (knocking out cold and snoring). instead, he props his head up with an elbow folded behind his head, looking up to you with half-lidded eyes. a small smile on his face, stretching out into a chuckle.

it was... endearing. for someone so bold and confident-looking, he looks like a domesticated kitten in need of love and affection.

“you’re... beautiful,” he murmurs. voice soft, like gentle piano keys fleeting into your ears. a delicate melody that strums your heartstrings.

“did ya hear me?” he whines quietly, his other hand reaching out to wherever he can on you, settling on one of your knees, giving it a small tap. “i said you’re beautiful.”

with the amount of alcohol in his system, it’s easily passable that it could be the alcohol talking. though, as the belief goes that drunk words are sober thoughts, you’re not about to put yourself up on the pedestal for possible embarrassment. you still had a job to keep and you’re certain frank’s still gonna come around regardless.

“frank, you’re drunk. get some rest and we’ll talk–”

“so what?” his voice hikes up higher than usual, effectively making you jolt back in surprise. it elicits a scoff of laughter from you, but bringing out a smile that has frank smiling back in a daze. then, in the next, his smile drops and the shift partially scares you. he looks like he’s sobering up but you could be wrong. heck, dealing with drunk people day in and day out, sometimes it’s like they merge into one and you honestly can’t tell anymore.

“so what if i’m drunk?” he slurs a little, but manages to hold eye contact with you. “yeah, i’m drunk,” he mumbles, his blinking slows, along with his syllables that echo into your ears: “and you’re beautiful.”

the silence settles on your shoulders like a warm blanket. feeling it brew in your heart like gentle waves of emotions; frank was a sweetheart, always have been. these few months of being acquainted with each other, branching up to small talk and now rather good friends, it was a bit tricky to admit to the possible mutual feelings.

but when you smile at frank smiling at you, in the midst of heavy alcohol swimming in his system and tiredness weighing in yours... everything, did feel right. odd as it may seem.

“and tomorrow morning,” he continues, “i’ll be sober but you’ll still be beautiful.”

apparently, that was the final stretch. his cheek turns to the side, with a soft so beautiful... and he’s gone for the night. his consciousness slips away, along with his hand brushing off your knee to land by the mattress. maybe it’s the thrill of the night, overflowing with a rush of adrenaline or maybe... it’s simply the feeling you get with frank adler.

you tuck him in, hand brushing his hair back and leave his house the way you came in, along with a small note that if he’s alive for the next day, he’ll know where to find you. that night, you slept with a smile on your face. giddy with excitement. nerves still buzzing with muted joy.

//

"this seat taken?” a voice speaks from behind you. looking over your shoulder, you’re greeted with frank’s shy smile; one that crosses between maybe he remembers what he said but it could also be the fact you dragged him home like a sack of potatoes.

“depends,” you snort, “you gonna make me haul your ass home again, adler?”

“oh god no,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

“seat’s yours then.” you tip your glass his way and he pulls the chair open to get comfortable next to you.

“thanks for... you know, last night.”

“don’t mention it.”

“i wasn’t a handful, was i?”

“not entirely.”

there’s a moment for shared laughter. one that eases the rising tension that begins to surface. you’re not sure where it came from but it could be the intensity of his gaze on you. half of you wonders if he remembers what he said. what would it matter, anyway? or.. well, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed but–”you look beautiful.”

the look of surprise that takes over your features makes frank smile wider–grinning–so handsomely at you; eyes almost sparkling with mischief and sincerity lacing his words.

“so you weren’t totally blacked out, then.”

he chuckles. “i’m a man of my word.”

you laugh softly, shaking your head, “didn’t know you were much of a romantic sack.” 

frank likes seeing that smile.

“i’ll have you know i have my romantic moments.”

“being pissed out drunk isn’t one of it, is it?”

“if i buy you a drink, will you let that go?”

“give it a shot and we’ll see.” (pun intended)

“shall we continue from last night, then?” he asks, that knowing smile on his face that you can’t resist smiling back to. it’s like a domino effect; frank doesn’t remember when was the last time he got to smile so effortlessly like this and the response to that was he got to see you smile. it’s a win-win.

“we shall.”

past the hushed chuckles and shy smiles, frank gets comfortable sitting next to you. so easily, the conversation flows. he likes listening to you speak; hearing your thoughts. he feels like he’s able to truly be himself when he’s around you, speaking without a care (though, still a bit careful because he does wanna leave a good impression). in the midst of silence, the good kind, though, frank gets to admire you under the dim lights and that small smile on your face when you stare at him back just as openly.

it occurs to frank that... it doesn’t matter if you’re the one behind the bar or in front of it. all he anticipates for is seeing you, regardless of where you are.

to you... you didn’t know what this was between you and frank but... you like it. 

“so... thoughts on guys with trucks?”

you almost spit your drink out. frank’s blushing and trying not to choke on his drink.

((frank drives you home, like the gentleman he is. walks you to your front door and you can’t resist kissing him when he leans in just like that as he did the night before. he holds you by the waist, pulling you in. somewhere in between of tasting whisky and beer on his tongue, the sweet warmth of his palm against your cheek makes you sigh.

drawing back, looking up to one another, the both of you break out into grins with soft chuckles.

“beautiful.”

you were about to call frank out on being a romantic sap again but... maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the moonlight casting down on the two of you like some sort of disney movie but maybe... it was just frank adler.

“thank you.”

...

“no, thank you.”

“alright, you lost me there you romantic sack.”

“you just had to call me a romantic sack again, didn’t you?”))

[tinmanbuck]

Mr. Darcy Says It Best

Pairing: Female Bookstore owner!reader x Bucky (friends to lovers ft idiots in love)

Summary- Bucky finally says what he’s been meaning to say for years

Word Count- 3,409

Warnings- fluff. Like just a lot of it. If I missed anything please let me know!!

Author’s Note- Here’s my entry for @bemine-bucky​‘s writing challenge! Sav congrats on all the followers, you are the kindest and funniest and you deserve the world and more :)) much love to you, dear <3

(Also this is probably the longest fic I have ever written and it is the first fic I have written since about 2014-2015 so please ignore that fact) (She is also not beta read and was written late one night so... grain of salt?) 

Prompt: “You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on” from Pride and Prejudice

 The late October sun streamed through the stained glass windows of your old book shop, reds and blues and greens dancing across the spines of the vintage Shakespearean tragedies you were lining up. An old Christmas song played on the crackly Bluetooth speaker in the corner. The shop was empty except for you, so there was no one to criticize your festive indulgences.

The crackle of the speaker, well that was the fault of your being easy to startle and an unfortunately placed cup of tea. Bucky had offered to replace the old thing, seeing as how it was his grand entrance to the store one day that had sent the speaker soaring, but you knew he was just as hard pressed for cash as you were, so you had made him promise to not get you one.

The bell above the door jingled and you turned your head to see the soft-footed brunette himself. He had insisted that the bell was 35 cents from a flea market and that if he didn’t give it to you a priceless first edition of Pride and Prejudice would be the next victim of death by hot beverage. With your luck and how often he visited, you didn’t argue the point.

“Afternoon, Ophelia!” He chirped, setting a white paper bag on the counter next to the large cups of coffee he managed to balance on his way in.

“Oh, we’re going with tragedies today, are we…Hamlet?” You responded, placing the last book from your stack on the shelf.

“Well, it looked so dead in here I thought I might as well fit the mood.” He smirked a bit at his joke, but you could see the worry in his eyes, “Nat King Cole again, huh?” He nodded towards the speaker and you turned to music down a bit.

“It’s actually a mix, you just always seem to come in during the classics.”

“Ah, well, I am a classic, my dear Cordelia.” He threw another Shakespearean heroine your way.

“Buck, I am not calling you Lear, that would be too weird.”

“Because he’s her dad?”

“Precisely. And because he kinda loses it by the end of the play and you’re nothing like him.”

“Fine, fine, enough literary nicknames for now. I brought you your favorite.” Bucky pulled a peppermint chocolate chip muffin out of the bag and handed it to you.

“What! I thought Marge wasn’t making these until after Thanksgiving! She banned me from putting suggestions in the box because I just kept writing vaguely threatening notes begging for these!”

“Yeah, she mentioned those. Lucky for you she likes me. Besides, I called in a favor.”

Your fingers brush his as you take a napkin from him, chocolate already all over your hand. No one could make chocolate chips hold their shape and melt as well as Marge at the corner bakery could. You would sell your left big toe for this recipe. But thankfully with a friend like Bucky you didn’t have to.

“Don’t tell me, you started, mouth a bit full of muffin, “She roped you into cat-siting Alpine?”

Bucky shrugged, avoiding your eyes, “It’s only for the weekend. I’ll just stock up on allergy meds.”

“Buck, when she brought Alpine to the festival it was outdoors and only twenty minutes and your eyes were still red for three days. I’m not letting you do this!”

“I can’t exactly give the muffin back, Doll. And besides, it’ll be fine. I’ll call you if my throat closes up too much.” He shot you a joking grin and you rolled your eyes, popping the last bit of the treat into your mouth. Your own mouth went dry at the nickname, one you knew was reserved just for you. You swigged some of the coffee, trying to regain your composure.

“Fine. But I’ll have to swing by and check on you, whether you call or not.”

“Deal.” Bucky held out his hand for you to shake it and you took the chance to feel his calloused fingers against your palm and you tried to not notice how they brushed your wrist. You tried to not see how his eyes softened either, or how his eyes flitted to your lips.

You blushed and pulled your own hand away quickly, wiping it on your jeans. “Good, so that’s settled.” You nodded to yourself and stepped behind the counter, shuffling receipts around.

Bucky kept his eyes on you for a second too long. “Uh, Doll?”

“Yeah?” You couldn’t look at him, not while he was so close and you had almost blown your cover.

“You’ve got a little chocolate on your lip.”

“Oh gosh!” you felt yourself flush as you moved to wipe it away, but vibranium fingers had already secured your chin so you had to meet cool blue eyes.

“I gotcha…” Bucky said, barely above a whisper. His other hand reached up with a napkin to wipe away the chocolate. It lingered for a second and then he was tucking a stray piece of your hair behind your ear. “There. Good as new. Not that you don’t always look good! You know what I mean, man I should just shut up.”

All suave confidence was gone from his face as he shoved his fists into the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Bucky, don’t worry about it, I know what you meant. Besides, I have to try and be put together enough for the both of us, since you’re such a mess.” You chuckled and his soft smile returned, even if he was still looking at those old scuffed up boots.

He kicked the floor a bit with the toe of his shoe, eyebrows furrowed again.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Buck?”

“Huh? Oh. Uh. Nothing, Cleopatra.”

“Okay! That is too far! Do not compare me to that dramatic, junior-high maturity level woman.”

“What can I say, Doll? I admire powerful women in charge.”

“I’m gonna steal your allergy medicine and see how you fare with Alpine. You’ve driven me to drastic measures.”

“Wow. You slay me!” Bucky’s laugh betrayed his serious face as he clutched at his heart, feigning deep injury. “And seeing as how I’m your only customer, I don’t think it’s very wise to kill me off.”

You rolled your eyes, but he was right. Business had been slower than usual lately, even if it was never super stellar to being with. “I blame the big box stores myself. They never care about the little guy.”

“They absolutely don’t. Just say the word and I’ll beat them up, Doll. You know I have some friends in high places.”

“I do know, Bucky. And thank you, I’ll let you know if I ever want Tony to buy out the stock of Barnes and Noble and somehow wire all their future sales to me.”

“Good, because he’d do it. I may have Marge wrapped around my finger but it’s nothing compared to how much Tony loves you. He never shuts up about you, always asking when you’re coming over for another movie night. It’s annoying.”

“Aw, is someone jealous?” You teased, picking up another stack of books to shelve and handing half to Bucky.

“No, I am not jealous! It’s just that you don’t even live in the tower and he never seems that excited to see me!”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have moved out either then.” You gave Bucky a pointed look and he fixed the book he had placed on the shelf upside down, knowing how much it drove you crazy.

“You’ve probably got a point, but you’re annoying when you’re right.”

It had been about six months since Bucky had moved into his own place, but he still hung around the tower a lot. He missed the community of all his friends in one place. But the fact that his apartment was so close to yours meant he never had to go too far to meet a friendly face. And he came by a lot.

“I’m gonna be even more annoying when I remind you that Keats goes before Milton.” You whispered, ducking behind the next shelf to avoid Bucky’s groan as he corrected his shelving mistake.

 A few months later you found yourself where you could be found most weekends: on Bucky’s doorstep. This week it was your turn to order the takeout and you had opted for burgers from your favorite diner, with extra fries. You had also baked brownies for dessert, Bucky’s favorite. The cold December air left a chill in your hands as you rapped on the door.

Bucky whipped open the door, wrangling Alpine in one arm and rubbing at his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater with the other. His eyes were so puffy and teary he could barely see you. Plus the sweater was covered in cat hair, which was not helping his situation.

“Doll? Is that you? I can’t tell who it is but no one else I know would buy food from that greasy diner. I could smell it down the hall.”

“Oh shut up, you know you love Jake’s Shack more than I do.”

“You shut up! It’s your fault I eat that crap. My body is a temple!”

“Would the temple like some extra fudgy brownies?” You raised the plate under his nose and he stepped aside to let you in, closing the door with his foot.

“I can never resist your brownies, you know that.”

“Yep. And besides I got us extra fries so you should really just be nice to me tonight.”

“Am I ever not nice to you?”

“Hmmm, let me count the ways…” You busied with yourself grabbing napkins and setting up dinner by the couch while Bucky fed Alpine. You had also brought extra allergy medicine, not able to see Bucky struggling.

“Very funny, you’d be lost without me.” He remarked from the kitchen.

“Ain’t that the truth!” you called back, “In more ways than you know,” you muttered under your breath.

 Once Alpine was fed she curled up on your lap and fell asleep while you looked for a movie. Bucky was on his third brownie by the time you settled on Pride and Prejudice, the 2005 version, because Bucky made you promise you wouldn’t make him start the six hour version again if it was past 8pm. He had been late for a run with Steve the last time you both binge watched it. Steve had ammo to tease him with for weeks. But he let up when Peggy made him watch it himself and he cried at the ending. You prided yourself on playing a hand in getting both super soldiers interested in Austen.

Bucky stretched out his legs and put his feet up on the coffee table, resting him arm on the back of the couch. You prayed he missed how your breath hitched when his fingertips just ghosted across your shoulder. He prayed you missed the way he clenched his hand for a second, resisting the urge to lay his arm around you. As the movie started, Alpine leapt off your lap and used Bucky’s as a spring board onto the kitchen counter, then off into the other room to sleep. You laughed at Bucky’s yelp of pain and he shot you a glare.

“Sorry, that just sounded so not like you.” Your giggles subsided.

“Yeah, well, I’m still full of surprises I guess.” He replied, eyes softening again as he basked in your laugh and your smile. There he was, staring again. He tore his eyes away from you and looked back at the movie, peaceful soundtrack helping him try and gather his thoughts.

But as the plot picked up he couldn’t seem to focus. You felt his gaze shift to you often throughout the film as you laughed or sighed or mouthed along with the lines.

You. Kind and intelligent and snarky and sarcastic and hilarious and gorgeous you.

Your nose scrunched up into a disapproving sneer as Mr. Darcy snubbed Lizzy for a dance and insulted her, even though you had seen the film hundreds of times and ranted to him about the character dynamics for hours in your shop. You laughed as Lizzy put Darcy in his place and Bucky marveled at how beautiful you looked when you laughed. Head tilted back, eyes squinted, free.

 Bucky thought back to the first time you had met, a New Year’s Eve party at Tony’s penthouse. Pepper had been into your store a few months prior, looking for a rare copy of The Hobbit since she had Bucky for the tower’s Secret Santa. She hadn’t stopped talking about you and your store since, and Bucky had been eager to meet you.

But he had blown it. Pepper had said you were cute but she hadn’t used the words drop dead gorgeous, which is what Bucky would have said if you had asked him how you looked. It’s what he told Steve in a panicked voice on the balcony because you had come up to him and shook his hand and he had blanked out completely and mumbled something about needing air. He wished he could erase the image of your confused and almost hurt face from his memory as he stumbled out to collect himself.

“Steve, you don’t get it. I was an idiot. You know how starry-eyed you were with Peg? Sorry, are with Peg? That’s how I feel. Only I’ve never felt this way before. Not for any of the dames before. This is different. And I just screwed it up.”

Steve had reassured him that it couldn’t have been all that bad and that he could always try again, before going to find Peggy for one last dance before the New Year. Bucky stayed out on the balcony, looking at the stars and wishing for a time machine to fix his screw ups, or at least some of that 40s Bucky confidence so he could try and sweet talk you.

Yet one look at you and he never wanted to use a cheesy, lazy pick up line again.

You had found him out on the balcony, wanting a breather from all the couples as the final moments of the year wound down. You had, to Bucky’s amazement, given him a second chance. The two of you talked about books for hours, till everyone else went home and the sky started to turn light again.

He walked you home with his jacket draped around your shoulders and you tried to hide the blush in your cheeks, the same blush that returned whenever he said something too sweet or stood a little too close or let his gaze linger like it was that night, all night. You had gone out on that balcony pulled by him, by some invisible string that sat in your chest and never tugged at you until his blue eyes left yours. A string that had kept you tethered to each other since, never too far from the other, yet never close enough.

 Bucky didn’t know how long he had been zoning out, but when he came back to the present the wind outside was knocking the tree branch against his window. Both of your phones chimed at the same time with a severe weather warning: ice and sleet.

“Shoot!” You exclaimed, looking at the time frame for the warning, “Looks like I’ll have to head out soon.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re not going anywhere in this!” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Buck, it’s not that far. I’ll walk, it’ll be fine.”

“No. No way. You may be as stubborn as anyone I know, but I’ll be damned if I let my best friend die halfway home by becoming a human icicle. You can stay here.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“You’re right, I can’t. But I could get Marge to ban you from the bakery.”

You gasped, “Villain! You would never.”

His eyes narrowed at you, “Try me.”

“Fine, fine, you win this round. I’ll stay until it clears up.”

“Good.” Bucky nodded to himself, trying to not look too pleased at the fact that he could enjoy your company for awhile longer.

 The movie went on as the storm outside raged. Bucky tried to focus as the plot wrapped itself up. He prayed he could find an excuse to keep you here longer, even if the weather cleared up. The apartment always felt so empty without you.

It was your favorite part, a sunrise walk as two lovers finally admitted to each other that they had both been idiots and belonged together after all. You held your breath a beat, then turned to Bucky.

He was already looking at you.

You cleared your throat, “Do you remember when we first met? How we stayed up all night talking and how Tony had to kick us out? Do you remember the sunrise that New Year’s Day?”

He nodded slowly, eyes dancing over your face. “I felt like none of my old resolutions mattered. I had a new one.”

“What was that? Eat more brownies?” You asked shakily, not sure how to read the look in his eyes.

“Ha ha, very funny,” he moved a bit closer to you on the couch, “No, it was something else.”

“What was it?” You whispered, feeling his hand on the back of your neck.

“Doll…” He started.

Then the power knocked out. Just before Darcy’s second proposal. You groaned, attention back on the blank screen. But it was only because you couldn’t look back at Bucky while he was looking at you like that.

Not when it looked like he was feeling everything you’d felt since that first night.

Your eyes fell to your hands in your lap as Bucky grabbed one and rubbed his thumb against the back of it.

“Doll, I know we’re just friends. Well, really good friends. But I’d never forgive myself if I let another year slip away without telling you the truth.”

Your eyes met his carefully, afraid of what you’d find there. Maybe he had only felt pity before, maybe you were reading this all wrong but he had caught on to your pining. Maybe all of this was just to try and let you down easy and he only wanted you to stay so he didn’t feel guilty if you slipped on the ice after he broke your heart.

But no. His eyes. Blue and careful themselves. Searching your face for the courage he always seemed to find there. Courage to move out on his own again. Courage to face his demons. Courage to come clean now.

“My dearest, you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love,” he took your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it, “I love,” he kissed your right cheek, “I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.” Bucky let each word slip out like a prayer, kissing your left cheek, your hands wrapped in his and eyes locked on yours.

Your breath caught in your chest. Then came the euphoria of realization.

He loved you.

With a laugh you wiped a tear from your eye. “I thought you’d never say it.”

He smiled, nervous but content, “Well, you’re not the easiest to talk to, Doll. I always lose my nerve around you. Even now. But you’re so easy to fall for. I fell the moment I saw you.”

“I did too.” You replied, eyes flitting from Bucky’s eyes to his lips. “And I love you too, even if you plagiarized a line from my favorite movie.”

“What can I say? Darcy said it best and I just had to get you to look at me like you look at that Shakespearean goon.”

“Actually, Austen wrote during the—” He cut you off with a soft kiss, lips slow against yours.

His hand moved to your cheek and yours moved to the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. He smiled against your lips as he pulled away.

“You’re cute when you’re right about something.”

“I thought I was annoying when I was right?” You quirked your brow, trying to catch his lips again and huffing when he turned his head slightly away.

“My girl can be both. My girl can be anything she wants.” And he kissed you again.

 You were quite alright with being his, finally.

[writing-of-a-british-bitch]

You’re All I See.

Fandom: Queen/ Bohemian Rhapsody

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: John Deacon X reader

TW: language, fighting.

Genre: Fluff with a tiny bit of angst

Word Count: 1.8K

Requests: CLOSED

Masterlist

A/N: I finally posted the fic for my wife’s ( @writingfortoomanyfandoms ) 1K writing challenge (Though she’s hit 2k now because I TOOK SO LONG - but congrats my love). 

"Deaky, where were you last night? You missed the best party of the year!" Roger exclaimed the second John stepped into the diner.

"I was at home, Rog. Didn't want to come to the party," He shrugged, pulling a cigarette from his pack and bringing it to his lips as he took a seat.

"You mean you spent the evening in your boring apartment?" Brian questioned, throwing Roger's lighter to John. He smiled at the curly haired guitarist gratefully before lighting the cigarette and threw it back.

"What can I say? I'm happy at home," John replied, words muffled by the cigarette between his lips before he took a drag. Roger choked on his drink, loud laughter being ripped from his lips.

"Happy at home?! Deaks, you're in a rock and roll bad, not the women's institute!"He shrieked, standing up to clap the bassist on the shoulder.

"Shut up, Rog," John sighed, pulling away from his friend. He brought the cigarette back to his mouth just as Freddie made an entrance, a grin on his lips.

"Good morning, darlings!" Freddie called and Roger flinched at the loudness, still partly hungover from the night before.

"You're late, Fred," Brian frowned, folding his arms over his chest. John snuffed out his cigarette in one of the ashtrays before stealing the water Roger had abandoned. However, he quickly winced upon taking a sip, realising the drink was not water at all.

"Really, Rog? Vodka first thing in the morning?" He raised his eyebrows as Roger smirked back at him

"That'll teach you not to take my drink."

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"How was the studio, love?" (Y/N) asked as John dropped onto the couch beside her. Wordlessly, he wrapped his arms around her and placed his face onto her chest. "Long, then. Do you want some tea? A bath? Food? Might make you feel better," Her fingers thread through his hair and he shook his head.

"Just want to be with you," He murmured quietly. He could hear her heart beating softly beneath his ear, eyes fluttering shut as her nails scraped lightly against his scalp.

"You're a sweetheart," (Y/N) chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to John's forehead.

"And you're my sunshine. I really love," He smiled, looking up at his girlfriend through his eyelashes.

"I love you more, Deaks," She let out a squeal when John suddenly dug his fingers into her side, gently pressing butterfly kisses to her chest.

"Impossible."

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"What is up with you, Deaky? You're a little tense," Brian observed, eyeing John as he slouched over some paper scribbling furiously.

"'M fine, Brian, cheers," John responded sharply, barely glancing up from the lyrics before him.

"Bullshit dear. You're acting like a right wanker. What's wrong?" Freddie sasses, placing a hand on his hip. John let out an exaggerated sigh before throwing his pencil down on the table.

"No, I'm not fucking alright! My girlfriend and I got into a huge fight. It was stupid. Don't even remember what it was about. But she stormed out and won't talk to me," John explained, running a hand through his long hair.

"Trouble in paradise, eh? I wouldn't worry too much. You and (Y/N) always figure it out," Roger replied, twirling his drumsticks between his fingers.

"I'm writing a song for her. Hope she forgives me," John leant back in his chair and pulled a hand down his face. "Can't think of anything, though."

"That's because you're forcing lyrics, darling. They need to come naturally," Freddie was pulled away a few seconds later, dragged into a conversation with Paul.

"They'll come to you. Don't get stressed. She'll forgive you, with or without a song," Brian smiled.

"She's my best friend, y'know? The lyrics need to be perfect," It was starting to drive him, up to the wall. He'd spent nearly half an hour staring at a blank page. Only to have nothing to show for it. But when those words left him, his eyes widened in realisation."That's it! She's my best friend!"

"You what?" Roger furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, nearly knocking a cymble over as he took a step closer to his friends. John quickly swiped his pencil, crossing out his previous two lines and writing something else.

"She's my best friend! She's been with me for such a long time!" He muttered under his breath as his pencil scratched along the paper. Brian looked to Roger for an answer, to only receive the same bewildered expression and a shrug of his shoulders.

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"I am not singing this, Deaky," Roger growled, though it was instantly dismissed once more by Freddie. The past few hours had been spent arguing over whose song would be on the album, whose song was on the A or B side before they left for the recording studio. "I think it's shit!"

"Well, at least my song is about someone I love, not an inanimate object," John muttered from behind his teacup, keeping his eyes on the table.

"I think it has potential," Brian interrupted the heated squabble, gently placing John's lyrics down.

"I agree. A much better love story," Freddie agreed, flicking his wrist at Roger in expulsion, causing Roger to ruffle in anger.

"'Happy at home'?'You're my sunshine'? You think that is better than my song?" Roger hissed, the paper scrunching in his tight grip. John and Freddie rolled their eyes as Brian shook his head. But the lack of verbal response only seemed to piss the blonde off further."What? You haven't got anything to say?"

"Oh stop being so dramatic, dear, that's my job. I just think that Deaky's song will be more of public success," Freddie sighed, adjusting his hair slightly.

"Of course you fucking do," Roger grumbled, slamming his mug onto the table and storming off.

"I think we'll go with your song, Deaky since Roger isn't here to debate."

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"Darling? You home?" John called into the house, placing his coat on the rack and tugging off his shoes. There was a quiet hum from the kitchen and John ventured to the noise, hiding the flowers behind his back.

"Kitchen," (Y/n) called bluntly, opening the oven to check on the food before slamming it shut. John approached sheepishly, giving her a small smile

"How was work, love?" He asked shyly, taking another step towards her.

"Find. And yours?" She answered, making her way to the living room and John followed after her.

"It was kind of shit. Better now I'm here with you," (Y/N) took a seat on the couch and folded her arms, eyebrows raised.

"Oh, is that so? Not saying that out of guilt, are you?" She snapped angrily, narrowing her eyes.

"Listen, darling. I'm really sorry about what I said. I was mad and lashed out at you when I shouldn't have. You make me live, please never doubt how much you mean to me," John brought out the flowers and placed them next to her before he fell to his knees, taking her hands in his "You mean so much more to me than the band does. I promise, when the band settles a little, I'm going to marry you, "Her eyes widened in surprise, pulling him closer, She placed her hands on his cheeks, rubbing a thumb over his cheekbones.

"Deaks, don't say that if you don't mean it. Don't say it if it's just to win me back. Don't play with my heart like that," She begged, desperation in her eyes. He put his hands over hers.

"I'd never do that to you. You're the love of my life. I want to marry you," His lips brushed over her hand. He'd never loved anyone the way he loved her. She was his light."You've been with me through rain and shine. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Better than Queen?" She asked with a small smile that made John chuckle.

"Much better than Queen, my love," He grinned, leaning forward to push his lips onto hers.

"I love you," (Y/N) sighed when they'd pulled away, placing her foreheads to John's.

"I love you the most."

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"Good morning, Deaky! Ah! Hello, (Y/N), it's good to see you!" Brian greeted merrily, shooting the couple his canine grin. John smiled back and (Y/N) waved before John led her over to the control panel.

"Now, I'm not supposed to show you this but I just couldn't wait until the album's released. Ready?" He asked taking a seat on the chair and pulling (Y/N) onto his lap. She took his hand in hers and nodded.

"Ready," She whispered softly, nuzzling her head into his cheek. John grinned and leant forward, tightening his grip on her waist as he pressed a button on the console. After a small pause, beautiful music began playing out of the speakers.

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oh, you make me live Whatever this world can give to me It's you you're all I see Ooh, you make me live now honey Ooh, you make me live

Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had I've been with you such a long time You're my sunshine and I want you to know That my feelings are true I really love you Oh, you're my best friend

Ooh, you make me live

Ooh, I've been wandering 'round But I still come back to you In rain or shine You've stood by me girl I'm happy at home You're my best friend

Ooh, you make me live Whenever this world is cruel to me I got you to help me forgive Ooh, you make me live now honey Ooh, you make me live

You're the first one When things turn out bad You know I'll never be lonely You're my only one And I love the things I really love the things that you do Oh, you're my best friend

Ooh, you make me live

I'm happy at home You're my best friend Oh, you're my best friend Ooh, you make me live You're my best friend

Tears had sprung to (Y/N)'s eyes as it played and she turned to straddle John, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I wrote it for you. Words can't describe how much I love you, as my best friend, as my girlfriend, and... and maybe..." John slowly pulled a ring from his pocket. A ring he'd been hiding for months. A ring he'd been trying to work up the courage to give her. (Y/N) let out a gasp when he presented it to her. "If you'll take me, as my wife?"

"Oh, Johnny! Yes! Yes!" She screeched, pulling him into a deep kiss He pulled her closer, tilting his head slightly, a  grin on both of their lips. Suddenly, cheers and applause broke into the room and the pair spun around on the swivel chair. During the song, they hadn't noticed the other boys come in, along with one of Roger's groupies, who looked extremely lost and a tad bit confused.

"Oh, don't stop on our account," Roger teased, receiving a smack from Brian, despite the quiet laugh he let out.

"I thought you'd never ask her. I was even considering asking for you," Freddie added. (Y/N) and John let out soft giggles while (Y/N) wiped her eyes

"Congrats, you two. I'm glad you're both happy," Brian smiled, waltzing over to pat John's shoulder. But he couldn't take his eyes off (Y/N). At that moment, she was all he could see.

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[emerald-chaos]

hello!!

i would like to join your writing challenge with dadsbestfriend!bucky and with the spicy trope #9 (the one that starts with "you must forgive my lips...") 👀 been a while i joined in on one and yours seemed like a very good one to start 👀😌

I—

What—

Are you—

Oh my god excuse me while I go SCREAM ENDJCISJSNFIFIFJDJS

YOU want to write in MY challenge?? And you want to write DBF!Bucky?!?!

Peaches was one of the first DBF series I ever read and one that seriously got me so hooked. I’m just in shock rn sorry for being a fangirl bfjdidifoewo

YES, YES, A THOUSAND TIMES YES!

I’m so excited to see what you come up with, bestie!! 💜

We got a number 9, make it spicy, and throw in some daddy issues!

[emerald-chaos]

Sweethearts Diner Menu

Masterlist for the Sweethearts Diner Writing Challenge

Plain To See (made famous by @the-iceni-bitch)

Spicy #14 with a side of single dad!steve | Smut 18+ only (MINORS DNI)

Coffee Shop (made famous by @bucksdolll)

Sweet #4 with a side of barista/ex-avenger!bucky

Bite Me (made famous by @yelenabeloveme)

Spicy #15 with a side of college!bucky | Smut 18+ only (MINORS DNI)

The Vow (made famous by @bucky-soldat)

Bitter #4 with a side of 40s!Bucky

Mr. Darcy Says It Best (made famous by @tinmanbuck)

Sweet #6 with a side of friends to lovers with a little idiots in love sprinkled on top. For dessert a bookstore owner!reader

Misslieness (made famous by @christowhore)

Bitter #18 with a side of Steve Rogers, unrequited love, and pining. | Smut 18+ only (MINORS DNI)

Stark Expo (made famous by @slutfornat )

Spicy #4 with a side of 40’s Bucky and Rogers!reader

No Expectations (made famous by @dolcezzasfantasy)

Sweet #3 with a side of Bucky and for desert, a bodyguard!au

[emerald-chaos]

Okay, I am gonna staunchly ignore all the WIPs that are side-eyeing me from their folder and jump in. Hi, hello, I am signing up for your writing challenge! May I please chip in with prompt #14 from the sweet menu with a side of friends to lovers featuring librarian!Bucky?

Hi there bestie!!

Thanks so much for entering 💓 I appreciate you so, so much.

I absolutely ADORE this prompt and with librarian bucky??? Friends to lovers???? Please I can already tell I’m gonna scream and cry!

Your order is coming right up, it’s going down on the grill as we speak!

[emerald-chaos]

hey boo!! can i write the “nice boys dont kiss like that” — “oh yes they do” with bucky barnes pls?

Ooooo YES YOU CAN!! I love this prompt and I’m so excited to see what you do with it!!!!

Spicy #1 for the lady and the brown haired sad boy!

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[emerald-chaos]

"So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard, and we're gonna have to work at this every day. But I wanna do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever. You and me. Every day." The Notebook. With arranged marriage with mob!Bucky pls 😍🥰

AHHH TALLEY OH MY GOOOOOOODDD!!! I'm so excited for this!! It's yours baby!!

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[emerald-chaos]

jsjsjs sav tumblr just embarrassed me so thoroughly i tried to send in an ask for the challenge and i sent it to the wrong person bc tumblr-

anyway hi congrats on 1k bestie can i do bitter #7 with bucky and some fake dating? thanks im gonna go hide in a hole now.

warhtensrghawge literally the worst thing ever but oh my god i'm actually fangirling that you're joining this?!?!? EEP! I'm so excited. Bitter #7 is yours baby!!

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[emerald-chaos]

My sweet sweet Savannah, now that I’ve gotten a little bit of my writing mojo back, I feel that it’s only right for me to enter your writing challenge 🥰 so,

If I may, I’d like to have 9. “You’re the first boy I ever kissed, and I want you to be the last.” Sweet Home Alabama with Brother’s Bestfriend!Steve <33

Eeeee!!!! I'm so happy that you have your mojo back and I feel so honored that you want to join my challenge <3 I love you so much and i am SO EXCITED to see what you come up with!!

We're throwing your order on the grill right now!

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