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bitchiswild · 1 year ago

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Goon Central: College Basketball AU

Warnings: goon central alternate universe, fighting, RAHHHHHHH

Word Count: 10k

A/n: I was forced to do this by the GC they volunteered me as tribute 😞✊

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Hearts were pounding in everyone’s ears. This practice session was more brutal than ever. The cheerleaders were pushing themselves to the limit, striving to perfect every jump and stunt. They knew there was no room for error. Across the gym, the basketball players were practicing with a fierce intensity, each movement sharper and more precise than before. The final game was just around the corner, and it meant everything to them.

For the cheerleaders, every flip, twist, and cheer was a testament to months of dedication. Mimi, the team captain, felt the pressure more than anyone. She knew that their routine needed to be flawless to inspire the crowd and boost the team’s morale. "Okay! Let's try that again! Remember, girls, we are trying to get scouted," she called out, her voice steady despite the nerves. Her heart raced as she executed a perfect back handspring, landing with a solid thud that resonated through the gym. The team mirrored her determination, their synchronized movements a blend of grace and power.

On the basketball court, the players were relentless. Sweat dripped from their brows as they ran drill after drill. Coach’s voice boomed through the gym, urging them to dig deeper, push harder. Every pass, every shot, every defensive stance was a step toward victory. "If you guys want to make it into the WNBA, you need to work harder!" Coach shouted.

Sienna, the star player, wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, her eyes never leaving the hoop. She knew the weight of her team’s expectations rested on her shoulders. Her jump shot was a thing of beauty, arching perfectly before swishing through the net.

The stakes were high. The final game was more than just a match; it was the culmination of their efforts, a chance to prove themselves. The cheerleaders and basketball players alike knew that this was their moment. The energy in the gym was electric, a mix of anxiety and excitement.

"Okay, girls, let's take a break!" Mimi called out, noticing that the players were getting ready to take a break too.

The gym fell into a quiet lull as both the cheerleaders and basketball players took a break. Mimi handed out water bottles to her team, her mind still running through their routine. She glanced over at the basketball court where the players were sprawled on the benches, catching their breath.

Sienna, the star player, leaned back and took a long drink from her water bottle. She noticed Mimi gazing over and gave her a tired smile. She walked over, wiping the sweat from her forehead with a towel.

“Hey, how’s practice going?” she asked, her voice hoarse from shouting plays.

Mimi returned her smile. “Brutal, but we’re getting there. You guys look like you’re working hard too.”

Sienna nodded. “Coach is really pushing us. This game is everything. We’ve got scouts coming, and the whole school is counting on us.”

Mimi nodded, understanding the weight of her words. “Same here. We’re aiming to get scouted too. It’s like everything we’ve worked for comes down to this one moment.”

They stood in companionable silence for a moment, the sounds of their teammates’ chatter filling the gym. The shared pressure and determination seemed to bridge the gap between them.

“You know,” Sienna said, breaking the silence, “no matter what happens, we’ve already made it this far. That’s something to be proud of, and just so you know, I'm proud of you.”

Mimi smiled and blushed, feeling a surge of confidence. “I'm proud of you too, Sienna. And you're right. We’ve got this.”

“Mimi, look!” Sol shouted, gaining her attention. She stood in the middle of the court, holding a basketball in her hand, preparing to throw it backwards. “This one’s for you!” Sol called out, pointing toward Mimi before tossing the ball over her shoulder. The ball soared through the air, bouncing off the rim of the hoop.

The gym erupted in laughter and cheers as the ball spun around the rim before finally falling to the floor. Mimi laughed and clapped her hands. “Nice try, Sol!”

Sol grinned, jogging over to retrieve the ball. “I’ll get it next time, I swear!”

“Wait! I wanna try!” Jade said, rushing over and getting into the same position Sol was in before.

Sol tossed the ball to Jade with a playful smile. “Alright, show us what you’ve got!”

Jade, despite being shorter than most of her teammates on the basketball court, stood in the middle, holding the basketball with determination. She took a deep breath, glancing at Mimi, who stood among the cheerleaders, cheering them on. “This one’s for you, Mimi!” she declared, mimicking Sol’s earlier gesture.

With a determined flick of her wrist, Jade threw the ball backwards over her shoulder. Everyone watched in anticipation as the ball flew through the air, heading straight for the hoop. It hit the backboard, spun around the rim, and, to everyone’s surprise, dropped through the net.

The gym exploded with cheers and laughter, everyone clapping and shouting in excitement. Mimi's face lit up with surprise and joy as she realized the shot was dedicated to her.

Mimi laughed and clapped her hands. “That was amazing, Jade!” She ran over and gave Jade a hug, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "That was for me, guys!" Mimi exclaimed, her laughter echoing through the gym.

Jade returned the hug, grinning from ear to ear. “Of course, Mimi! Anything for you!”

"You should dedicate one to Kaye, once they come to one of your practices," Mimi said, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously, causing Jade to blush.

"You're so right. Do you think they'd be impressed?" Jade questioned, feeling a hint of nervousness creeping in.

"Jade," Mimi said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "You're amazing just the way you are. I'm sure Kaye would be thrilled to see you in action."

Jade smiled gratefully at Mimi's words, feeling a surge of confidence. "Thanks, Mimi. I'll definitely give it a shot."

"Waitttt, I want to dedicate a shot for you too, Mimi," Sienna whined playfully as she got into the same position as Jade. "I'm a star player and captain for a reason. Just watch me. This one's for you, Mimi," Sienna declared with a wink, tossing the ball behind her.

The gym fell into a momentary silence as everyone watched with bated breath. The ball sailed through the air, but instead of hitting the rim or the hoop, it missed entirely, airballing.

Sienna's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she turned to face Mimi, who was trying to suppress a giggle. "Well, I guess that one didn't quite go as planned," Sienna admitted sheepishly.

Mimi stepped forward, wrapping Sienna in a supportive hug. "It's okay, Sienna. The sentiment was there, and that's what counts."

Sienna smiled gratefully, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "Thanks, Mimi. I'll stick to making shots during the game."

Mimi returned Sienna's smile before her eyes drifted to the side, catching sight of Keer downing a Monster Energy drink. "Sorry Sienna be right back…KEER!" Mimi shouted, rushing over to her.

Keer jumped at the sound of her name but continued to chug the drink faster, knowing there was no turning back once it was already in her system. Keer was notorious for drinking Monster Energy all the time, despite Mimi's and Lila’s frequent scoldings and threats.

Mimi reached Keer just as she finished the last drop of the energy drink. "Keer, how many times have Lila I told you to stop drinking those? They're not good for you!" Mimi scolded, her tone firm.

Keer shrugged nonchalantly, unfazed by Mimi's reprimand. "Relax, Mimi. It's just one drink. It gives me the energy boost I need."

Mimi sighed, her frustration evident. "One drink too many, Keer. You need to start taking better care of yourself. Your health is important, you know."

Keer rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of guilt in her expression. "Fine, fine. I'll try to cut back (Lies)," she relented, knowing that Mimi wouldn't let up until she promised.

Mimi gave her a stern look. "Good. I mean it, Keer. No more energy drinks, or else there will be consequences."

Keer nodded, knowing better than to argue further with Mimi. Despite their occasional clashes over Keer's unhealthy habits, it was clear that Mimi cared deeply about her well-being.

"She's right, Keer. You've been downing Monster Energy drinks a lot," Sugar said, joining the conversation as she overheard Mimi's scolding.

Keer sighed, "I know, Sugar. I just can't seem to kick the habit. It's just so yummy," she admitted reluctantly, her voice tinged with regret.

Sugar placed a comforting hand on Keer's shoulder. "I understand, but your health is more important than a temporary burst of energy. Maybe we can find healthier alternatives together?"

Keer nodded, grateful for Sugar's support. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Thanks, Sugar. And thanks for looking out for me, Mimi," she added, directing a grateful smile towards Mimi, who was watching them.

Mimi smiled back, relieved to see Keer taking her concerns seriously. "Anytime, Keer. We're all here to support each other, no matter what," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

“But seriously though, stop it, or else I'm gonna smack you and get Lila to read you all the ingredients and cons of energy drinks,” Mimi warned, her tone firm but laced with a hint of playful threat.

Keer chuckled nervously, knowing that Mimi was serious about that. "Alright, alright, I promise I'll cut back," she replied, raising her hands in surrender.

Mimi narrowed her eyes playfully. "Good. And if you don't, you'll have to deal with all of us," she added, nodding towards Sugar, who grinned mischievously in agreement.

Keer rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at her friends' antics. "Got it, no more energy drinks," she promised, grateful for their concern and support.

"Speaking of Lila, where is she?" Sugar questioned. "Wasn't she supposed to watch us practice today?"

Mimi glanced around the gym, furrowing her brow in confusion. "You're right, I haven't seen her. She said she was going to be here to support us."

Just then, the gym doors swung open, and Lila burst through, looking slightly flustered. "Sorry I'm late, guys!" she exclaimed, hurrying over to join them and pulling the three of you into a tight hug.

Returning her hug, Mimi raised an eyebrow, teasingly. "Fashionably late, as always, Lila, but still gorgeous as ever," she remarked with a playful wink, her eyes lingering on Lila's face a moment longer than necessary.

Lila grinned sheepishly, feeling a rush of warmth at Mimi's compliment. "Says you! But you know me. I wouldn't miss practice for anything!" she replied, with a tinge of flirtation in her voice.

As they broke apart, Lila couldn't help but notice the way Mimi's gaze lingered on her, the air between them charged with a subtle tension. It was a feeling she was all too familiar with, the unspoken attraction that simmered beneath the surface of their friendship.

With a playful twinkle in her eye, Lila flashed Mimi a teasing grin, a silent invitation for whatever might come next.

Keer noticed the tired look in Lila's eyes and asked, "Hey, everything okay? You seem a bit tired"

Lila sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Ugh, you wouldn't believe it. My professor decided to be a complete ass today. As if being a med student isn't stressful enough already."

Sugar frowned sympathetically. "That sounds rough. What happened?"

Lila shook her head, frustration evident in her voice. "He just kept piling on the assignments and deadlines, like he doesn't care that we have other classes and responsibilities too."

Mimi hugged Lila warmly. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that. But hey, you made it. Now you can relax and take a nap if needed, and we'll deal with that jerk of a professor later."

Lila smiled gratefully at her friends, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "Thanks, guys. You're the best."

"Lila! You're finally here!" Sol, Sienna, and Jade exclaimed as they rushed over to her, pulling her into a hug.

"Practice started an hour ago. Where have you been, girlie?" Sol questioned, her tone teasing but with a hint of concern.

Lila laughed sheepishly, feeling slightly guilty for being late. "Sorry, sorry! I got held up with a stubborn professor. But I'm here now, ready to support you guys," she replied, her smile brightening as she felt the warmth of her friends' embrace.

Sol grinned, squeezing her shoulder affectionately. "Well, better late than never. Let's get you situated!"

Sol and Jade helped Lila to her seat, ensuring she was comfortable. But before she could settle in, Sugar interrupted her.

“Oh my god, Lila, guess what!” Sugar started, glancing at Keer.

“What?” Lila questioned, intrigued by Sugar's tone.

“Keer’s drinking Monster again,” Sugar said quickly before darting away.

Lila's head snapped towards Keer, her eyes widening in disbelief. “KEER!”

“NUH UH,” Keer protested as she ran towards the other side of the court, trying to evade Lila's impending lecture.

“We are SO talking about this after practice!” Lila shouted across the court, determination clear in her voice.

Mimi, standing on the side, shook her head and chuckled. "I told her," she remarked with a knowing smile. She clapped her hands to get the cheerleaders’ attention. “Alright, girls, break is over! let’s get back to it! We’ve got a routine to nail!”

Sienna turned back to her team, her voice rising above the noise. “Come on, guys, back on the court! Let’s give it everything we’ve got!”

As the practice continued, Lila's presence served as a source of encouragement for her friends, their spirits lifted by her unwavering support. Though she wasn't on the court with them, her mere presence made a difference. Lila took advantage of this time to study for her upcoming quiz, determined to balance her responsibilities as a student with her commitment to supporting her friends.

With her textbooks spread out before her, Lila delved into her studies, occasionally glancing up to cheer for her friends as they practiced tirelessly. Despite the distractions of the gymnasium, she remained focused, her determination to succeed mirrored in the dedication of her friends on the court.

Practice had finally ended, and everyone felt a mixture of hunger and exhaustion. With a collective sigh of relief, they made their way to the locker room to freshen up before heading out for dinner together.

The locker room buzzed with chatter and laughter as they stripped off their sweaty clothes and washed away the grime of practice. "Man, I'm starving!" exclaimed Sol, her stomach growling audibly.

Jade chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Same here. I can't wait to devour a burger!"

Mimi grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I heard this diner has the best milkshakes in town. I'm definitely getting one!"

As they emerged from the locker room, dressed in fresh clothes and with renewed energy, Lila joined them, a bright smile on her face. Together, they made their way to their favorite diner, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they walked.

Around the table, laughter and conversation flowed freely as they recounted the highlights of the day and teased each other affectionately. "Remember that time when Sienna attempted that backflip and almost landed on her face?" joked Keer, earning a round of laughter from the group.

Sienna playfully rolled her eyes. "Hey, I nailed it eventually! Practice makes perfect, right?"

The group erupted into laughter, their spirits buoyed by the easy camaraderie that defined their friendship. As they continued to enjoy their meal, their conversation drifted from playful banter to more heartfelt topics.

"So, Keer, what was Sugar saying about the Monster Energy drink?" Lila asked, arching an eyebrow curiously.

Keer chuckled, shaking her head. "I know, I know. Mimi already gave me an earful about it," she admitted, a sheepish grin tugging at her lips. "But old habits die hard, I guess."

Lila nodded sympathetically, her expression softening with concern. "Just be careful, okay? Those drinks can be really bad for you," she cautioned, her voice gentle but firm.

Keer sighed, nodding in acknowledgment. "Yeah, I know," she admitted reluctantly. "But sometimes, I just need that extra boost to get through the day."

Mimi, who had been listening in on their conversation, nodded in agreement. "I understand, but it's important to be mindful of what you're putting into your body," she chimed in, her tone serious.

Lila smiled gratefully at Mimi's support before turning back to Keer. "Seriously, though, you should try to cut back. Your health is important, and those drinks are doing more harm than good."

Keer nodded, a hint of sheepishness in her expression. "Thanks, Lila. I'll try to do better(LIES)," she promised, her voice sincere.

With a supportive nod, Lila returned her attention to the group, the conversation shifting back to lighter topics.

"So, what are we going to do after dinner?" asked Jade, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Mimi glanced around the table, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "How about a movie night? We can pick up some snacks and binge-watch our favorite films."

Keer nodded enthusiastically. "Sounds like a plan! I'm down for some popcorn and a good movie."

Lila, smiled warmly at the suggestion. "That sounds perfect. I've been meaning to catch up on some movies."

Excitement bubbled among the group as they discussed which movies to watch and who would be in charge of bringing the snacks. Mimi volunteered to pick up the popcorn, while Sugar insisted on bringing a selection of candies.

As they waited for their food to arrive, their conversation drifted to lighter topics, and laughter filled the air. They reminisced about their favorite movie nights in the past, sharing fond memories of cozying up on the couch with blankets and pillows, surrounded by good company.

When their meals arrived, they dug in eagerly, savoring each bite and enjoying the delicious flavors of their favorite diner dishes. The atmosphere was lively and full of warmth, the bond between them growing stronger with every shared moment.

As the evening wore on and their plates were cleared, they made plans to head back to Mimi's place for the movie marathon. With anticipation building, they settled the bill and made their way out of the diner, their excitement palpable.

Outside, the night air was crisp and cool, a perfect backdrop for their movie night adventure. With laughter and chatter echoing through the streets, they walked arm in arm, eager to continue their evening of fun and friendship. And as they reached their destination, they knew that the night ahead would be filled with laughter, memories, and the joy of being together.

"So, scary movie everyone?" Mimi suggested with a mischievous smirk on her face, knowing full well that her friends disliked scary movies.

Jade's eyes widened in mock horror. "Oh no, not again! You know I can't handle scary movies."

Sienna laughed, shaking her head. "Count me out too. I'd rather not have nightmares for a week."

Keer nodded in agreement. "Yeah, let's stick to something lighthearted. I'm not in the mood to be scared out of my wits."

Lila chuckled, siding with her friends. "I'm with them. How about we go for a comedy instead? Something that will make us laugh until our sides hurt."

Mimi feigned disappointment, but her eyes twinkled with amusement. "Fine, fine. We'll save the horror movies for another time. Comedy it is!"

Sol and Sugar, who had been listening to the conversation from across the room, chimed in with their agreement. "Yeah, let's keep it light and funny," Sol suggested, flashing a grin at the group.

Sugar nodded enthusiastically. "I'm with you guys. Comedy sounds like the perfect choice."

With everyone in agreement, they settled in for their movie marathon, surrounded by snacks and blankets.

As the movie started playing, they all settled in for what they hoped would be a night of laughter and fun. However, things took an unexpected turn when the DVD player decided to rebel against their plans.

Just as the opening credits began to roll, the screen flickered and went blank. "What's going on?" exclaimed Mimi, furrowing her brows in confusion.

Keer leaned forward to inspect the DVD player, but before she could figure out the problem, the screen suddenly burst back to life. Instead of the comedy they were expecting, they were greeted with the sight of a cartoon llama dancing across the screen.

The room erupted into laughter as they realized they had accidentally switched to a children's movie instead. "How did that even happen?" exclaimed Sienna, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

"It must be possessed by the ghost of a kid who wants to watch cartoons," joked Jade, earning a round of chuckles from the group.

Undeterred by the unexpected turn of events, they decided to roll with it and enjoy the silliness of the cartoon llama.

As the cartoon llama continued its absurd dance on the screen, the group couldn't contain their laughter. They leaned back on the couch, clutching their stomachs and wiping away tears of mirth.

But just as they were getting into the groove of the unexpected entertainment, there was a sudden power outage. The room plunged into darkness, leaving them all startled and disoriented.

"Did someone forget to pay the electricity bill?" joked Sugar, her voice tinged with amusement.

Sol fumbled for her phone, using its flashlight to illuminate the room. "I think we just got pranked by the universe," she quipped, earning a round of chuckles from the group.

Undeterred by the sudden setback, Mimi sprang into action. "Who's up for a game of flashlight tag?" she suggested, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Before anyone could protest, she darted off into the darkness, her laughter echoing through the room. The others quickly followed suit, their shrieks and giggles filling the air as they chased each other around the room with their makeshift flashlights.

For the next hour, they forgot all about the movie and the power outage, lost in the simple joy of playing like kids again. And as the lights flickered back on and they collapsed onto the couch, breathless and laughing, they knew that sometimes, the best memories were made when things didn't go according to plan.

As they caught their breath from the impromptu game of flashlight tag, they noticed a faint glow emanating from the window. Curious, they peered outside to see the stars twinkling in the night sky, casting a magical glow over the neighborhood.

"Hey, why don't we go stargazing?" suggested Lila, her eyes bright with excitement.

The idea was met with unanimous enthusiasm, and they quickly gathered blankets and pillows before heading out to the backyard. They lay on the grass, gazing up at the heavens above, their laughter fading into contented silence as they marveled at the beauty of the night sky.

"Look, a shooting star!" exclaimed Sienna, pointing excitedly at a streak of light blazing across the sky.

They all made wishes, their voices hushed with awe and wonder, as they watched the stars twinkle and dance above them. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of friendship and the vastness of the universe, they felt a profound sense of peace and connection.

"Do you think we'd be friends in every universe?" Sienna pondered aloud, breaking the tranquil silence that enveloped them.

Jade chuckled softly, her gaze fixed on the stars above. "Definitely. We're stuck with each other for eternity, whether we like it or not."

Keer grinned, nudging Jade playfully. "Speak for yourself. You may annoy me, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Sugar smiled, her heart swelling with affection for her friends. "Agreed. No matter where life takes us, we'll always find our way back to each other."

Mimi nodded in agreement, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I couldn't imagine my life without you guys. You're my family."

Lila wrapped her arms around Mimi, pulling her into a tight hug. "And you're stuck with us, whether you like it or not."

Sol, who had been silently observing the conversation, spoke up with a grin. "Well, if we're stuck together for eternity, we might as well make the best of it. Here's to friendship, in this universe and every other."

As the time passed, it was time for everyone to head home, but not before a final exchange of encouragement and excitement.

"Everyone ready for the finals tomorrow?" Jade asked, breaking the silence that had settled over the group.

"Of course, I'm anxious but ready," Sienna replied, her determination shining through her nerves.

"Same here," Sol chimed in, her confidence unwavering as she prepared mentally for the challenge ahead.

"Me too," Sugar added, her voice tinged with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

"I agree," Keer affirmed, her competitive spirit burning brightly as she anticipated the upcoming competition.

"How about you, Mimi? Aren't scouts going to be there?" Sol inquired, curiosity dancing in her eyes.

"Yeah, they are, and I'm ready to amaze them with my flips," Mimi declared confidently, a smirk playing on her lips as she flicked her hair with flair, eliciting laughter from her friends.

"Lila, you're going to be there as a medic assistant, right?" Keer questioned, turning her attention to Lila.

"I am, actually! I'll take care of your guys' injuries and be there to support you. It's a win-win!" Lila replied with a grin, her eagerness to help evident in her voice.

"Ena and Kaye are gonna be there tomorrow too!" Sugar exclaimed, her excitement palpable. "They literally went on a trip without us. Rude!" Sugar scoffed, her playful annoyance evident.

"I can't wait to see Kaye," Jade sighed lovingly, a dreamy look in her eyes as she thought about her “friend”.

"Gay," Keer interjected with a teasing grin, eliciting chuckles from the group at her playful teasing.

With their plans set and their excitement palpable, they said their goodbyes and headed home. As they dispersed, Mimi called out, "Get home safe, everyone!" her voice filled with warmth and genuine concern, their hearts filled with anticipation for the finals tomorrow.

The next morning, everyone woke up with their hearts racing, their minds filled with anticipation and excitement. Today was the day they had been practicing for, for months. It was game day.

As the tension mounted in the locker room before the game, Sienna paced back and forth, her nerves getting the best of her. "God, guys, I'm so nervous all of a sudden," she admitted, her voice tinged with anxiety.

Mimi noticed her friend's distress and stepped forward, determination shining in her eyes. She gently grabbed Sienna's face, ensuring they were eye to eye. "Sienna, listen to me," she said firmly. "You are going to do so well, I promise you. You are an amazing player, and you have an amazing team by your side. I believe in you."

Sienna's gaze softened as she absorbed Mimi's words of encouragement. With a deep breath, she nodded, feeling a surge of confidence wash over her. "Thanks, Mimi. I needed that," she said gratefully.

Sienna's announcement hung heavy in the air, her words echoing with a mixture of solemnity and regret. "But I have a speech," she continued, her voice steady but tinged with emotion. "I know we've had a rough time lately, and we've been through so much together. But I have news... and I'm sorry that I kept it from all of you. This will be my last game."

Mimi's eyes widened in disbelief, her heart sinking at the revelation. "Your last game?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sienna nodded, her expression somber. "I know it's sudden, and I'm sorry for not telling you sooner," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "But I've made a decision that I can't back down from. This game... it's my farewell."

Jade's eyes welled with tears, her voice trembling as she spoke. "But why now, Sienna? Why leave us?"

Sienna's bittersweet smile touched her lips as she met Jade's gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and determination. "I've made a decision, one that I know in my heart is the right one," she explained, her tone resolute. "And as much as it pains me to leave, I want to focus on school and my classes."

Keer's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and concern flickering across her features. "Wow, Sienna, I didn't see this coming," she admitted, her voice filled with genuine concern. "But if this is what you feel is best for you, then I support you one hundred percent."

Sienna nodded gratefully, her smile softening. "Thank you, Keer," she said sincerely, appreciating her friend's understanding.

Sol's expression softened, her eyes reflecting a sense of understanding. "We'll miss you, Sienna," she said quietly, her voice tinged with sadness.

Sugar's shoulders slumped, her expression a mixture of sadness and acceptance. "I guess this is goodbye, then," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As Sienna's words sank in, the locker room fell into a somber silence, each of her teammates grappling with the weight of her announcement.

"It's not a goodbye," Mimi said firmly, her voice cutting through the silence. "It's just a 'see you later.' Sienna may be leaving the team, but she'll always be our friend and a part of our family."

Jade nodded in agreement, her eyes bright with determination. "That's right. No matter where life takes us, we'll always be there for each other."

Sol and Keer exchanged a glance, their expressions reflecting a shared understanding. "We'll miss you, Sienna," Sol said softly, her voice filled with sincerity.

Sienna smiled gratefully at her friends, her heart warmed by their unwavering support. "Thank you, everyone," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "For everything. But enough sadness for now. We've got a game to play, and you best believe we are gonna win. So let me give us a pep talk."

With renewed determination shining in her eyes, Sienna took a step forward, her teammates gathering around her, their spirits uplifted by her words. "Listen up, team," she began, her voice ringing with confidence. "We've worked too hard, fought too long, to let anything stand in our way. We are strong, we are capable, and we are ready to show the world what we're made of."

Mimi nodded in agreement, a fire burning in her eyes. "That's right. We may face challenges, but we face them together. And together, there's nothing we can't overcome."

Jade grinned, her determination matching that of her teammates. "Let's show them what we're made of," she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

As they walked out of the locker room, the team's anticipation for the game ahead grew palpable. With each step towards the court, their excitement mounted, their minds focused on the challenge that lay ahead.

Suddenly, Ena and Kaye rushed towards them, their faces lit up with excitement. They enveloped the team in a warm embrace, their words of encouragement echoing in the air. "Good luck, everyone!" they exclaimed, their voices filled with genuine enthusiasm.

Sienna smiled gratefully at her friends, feeling a surge of confidence wash over her. "Thanks, Ena, Kaye," she said, her voice filled with appreciation. "We'll give it our all."

As Ena and Kaye made their way to their seats, the team's spirits soared, their bond strengthened by the support of their friends. With their words of encouragement echoing in their hearts, they stepped onto the court, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them. And as the game began, they knew that no matter what, they would face it together, united by friendship and a shared determination to succeed.

As the first quarter began, anticipation coursed through the gymnasium, the air thick with excitement and nerves. Sienna, wearing jersey number 5, stood tall at the forefront, her eyes focused and determination etched on her face. She knew that this game was more than just a match; it was a chance to prove herself and lead her team to victory.

Jade, sporting jersey number 8, bounced on the balls of her feet, her energy palpable as she prepared to unleash her speed and agility on the court. Despite her shorter stature, she exuded confidence, ready to take on any challenge that came her way.

Sol, donning jersey number 7, She stood resolute, her presence commanding respect as she anchored the team's defense and battled for rebounds in the paint. With each block and defensive stop, she inspired her teammates, her determination evident in every move she made.

Keer, wearing jersey number 15, took a deep breath, her focus unwavering as she prepared to showcase her versatility and skill on the court. As a key player on both offense and defense, she knew that her performance would be crucial to her team's success.

Sugar, in jersey number 10, exuded calmness amidst the chaos, her steady demeanor a reassuring presence for her teammates. With her sharpshooting and strategic plays, she aimed to outwit the opposition and lead her team to victory.

As the game unfolded, emotions ran high on both sides, each player channeling their adrenaline into their performance on the court. With every steal, every block, and every shot, they pushed themselves to the limit, fueled by their passion for the game and their desire to emerge victorious.

The first quarter kicked off with a flurry of action, both teams vying for control of the game. Sienna, dribbling the ball with finesse, eyed her opponents with determination as she scanned the court for an opening.

"Come on, team! Let's show them what we're made of!" Sienna shouted, rallying her teammates as she drove towards the basket.

Jade, quick as lightning, darted past defenders with ease, her nimble footwork leaving them in her wake. "I got this!" she exclaimed, executing a perfect layup to put her team on the scoreboard.

But the opposing team wasn't going down without a fight. Sol, battling for position in the paint, faced stiff resistance from her opponents as she fought for every rebound and putback.

"Get out of my way!" Sol grunted, pushing through the defense to secure a crucial offensive rebound and convert it into a powerful dunk.

Meanwhile, Keer and Sugar worked in tandem, their chemistry evident as they executed precision passes and cut through the opposing defense.

"Open for three!" Sugar called out, receiving a pass from Keer before sinking a long-range shot with precision.

As the tension mounted, both teams exchanged baskets, neither willing to relinquish control of the game. With every steal, every block, and every shot, the intensity of the competition reached new heights, the outcome hanging in the balance.

But amidst the chaos of the game, Mimi remained a constant source of support and encouragement for her teammates, cheering them on with unwavering enthusiasm from the sidelines.

"Keep it up, everyone! We've got this!" Mimi shouted, her voice cutting through the noise of the crowd as she urged her team to give it their all.

As the first quarter drew to a close, the score remained deadlocked, both teams locked in a fierce battle for supremacy. But with Sienna and her teammates leading the charge, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in their determination to emerge victorious.

As the first quarter ended, the teams retreated to their respective benches, the intensity of the game still lingering in the air. Sienna and her teammates huddled together, their faces flushed with exertion but their spirits undiminished.

"We're doing great out there, but we need to stay focused," Sienna said, her voice firm as she addressed her team. "We can't afford to let up for a second. Let's keep the pressure on and show them what we're made of."

Jade nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with determination. "We've got them on the ropes. Let's keep pushing and wear them down."

Sol, wiping sweat from her brow, pounded her fist into her palm with a resolute nod. "They're tough, but we're tougher. Let's show them what we're capable of."

Keer and Sugar exchanged a glance, their determination mirrored in each other's eyes. "We've got this," Keer said, her voice steady. "Let's go out there and finish what we started."

The familiar voices of their friends echoed from the sidelines, adding to the chorus of encouragement.

"Come on, Jadey, you got this!" Kaye yelled from the side, her voice filled with unwavering support as she cheered on her friend.

Jade's face lit up with a smile at the sound of her friend's voice, her determination bolstered by Kaye's words. "Thanks, Kaye!" she shouted back, a renewed sense of purpose evident in her eyes.

Not far away, Ena's voice rang out as she joined in the chorus of encouragement. "You got this, Sugar!" she called, her words carrying across the court with a sense of conviction.

Sugar's heart swelled with gratitude at the sound of her friend's voice, her resolve strengthened by Ena's unwavering belief in her abilities. "Thanks, Ena!" she replied, a surge of determination coursing through her veins.

With the support of their friends cheering them on from the sidelines, the team felt a renewed sense of purpose as they prepared to face the challenges of the second quarter.

With a final rallying cry, the team broke their huddle and returned to the court, their determination renewed and their focus laser-sharp. As the second quarter began, they were ready to take on whatever challenges came their way, united in their quest for victory.

Lila stood near Mimi and her fellow cheerleaders, her eyes glued to the action on the court as she cheered on her friends with unwavering enthusiasm.

"You've got this, Sienna!" she called out, her voice ringing out with encouragement as she watched her friend lead the charge.

Beside her, Mimi grinned at Lila's infectious energy, her own cheerleading squad joining in the chorus of support. "That's it, Lila! Keep cheering them on!" she exclaimed, a sense of pride evident in her voice.

As the game unfolded, Lila's shouts of encouragement echoed through the gymnasium, her unwavering support serving as a source of inspiration for her friends on the court. With every basket, steal, and defensive stop, she cheered them on with all her heart, knowing that they were capable of achieving greatness.

And as the second quarter began, Lila remained by Mimi's side, her eyes alight with excitement as she continued to cheer on her friends with unwavering enthusiasm.

As the second quarter commenced, the cheerleaders took center stage, their vibrant routines adding an extra layer of energy to the already electric atmosphere in the gymnasium. Mimi, leading her squad with grace and precision, stepped forward to perform their signature cheer dance.

With every move, Mimi's athleticism and charisma shone through, her movements fluid and dynamic as she led her team through a series of intricate steps and formations. From high-flying jumps to perfectly synchronized flips, their routine was a testament to months of practice and dedication.

The crowd erupted into cheers as Mimi and her cheerleaders dazzled them with their performance, their energy infectious as they pumped up the crowd and rallied support for the team on the court. With each beat of the music, they brought the crowd to their feet, their cheers echoing throughout the gymnasium.

As the routine reached its climax, Mimi executed a flawless series of tumbling passes, her athleticism on full display as she soared through the air with grace and precision. With a final flourish, she struck a pose, her smile radiant as she basked in the applause of the crowd.

As the cheers died down and the game resumed, Mimi returned to her position on the sidelines, her heart pounding with excitement and pride. With their cheer dance complete, she knew that she and her squad had done their part to energize the crowd and inspire their team to victory.

As the second quarter unfolded, the intensity of the game only seemed to grow, with both teams locked in a fierce battle for control of the court. Sienna, Jade, Sol, Keer, and Sugar fought tooth and nail against their opponents, their determination evident in every dribble, pass, and shot.

Sienna showcased her leadership on the court, directing her teammates with precision and executing sharp drives to the basket. "Keep pushing, guys! We've got this!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the gymnasium as she led by example.

Jade used her speed and agility to weave through defenders, her layups and mid-range jumpers keeping her team in the game. "Let's go, team! Keep the pressure on!" she exclaimed, her eyes blazing with determination.

Sol dominated the paint with her strength and athleticism, grabbing rebounds and blocking shots with authority. "We can't let up now! Keep fighting!" she urged her teammates, her voice a steady presence amidst the chaos of the game.

Keer played with tenacity on both ends of the court, her hustle and determination inspiring her teammates to dig deep. "Stay focused, everyone! We've worked too hard to let this slip away!" she called out, her voice filled with urgency.

Sugar remained calm and collected under pressure, sinking clutch shots and making smart plays to keep her team in contention. "Stay poised, guys! We've got this!" she encouraged, her confidence unwavering as she led her team with poise and determination.

As the seconds ticked away, the score remained tight, both teams refusing to give an inch as they battled for supremacy. The scoreboard above the court flashed the current score: 35-34, with Sienna's team holding onto a narrow lead.

But amidst the chaos and intensity of the game, one thing was clear: Sienna and her teammates were determined to emerge victorious, no matter what obstacles stood in their way. And as the second quarter drew to a close, they knew that they would need to give it everything they had if they were to come out on top.

As the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the second quarter, both teams retreated to their respective benches for a brief respite. Sienna's team gathered in a tight circle, their faces flushed with exertion but their spirits still high.

"We're doing great out there, but we can't afford to let up," Sienna said, her voice filled with determination. "We've got to keep pushing and stay focused."

Jade nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with intensity. "We've come too far to back down now. Let's finish this strong!"

Sol pounded her fist into her palm, a fierce glint in her eyes. "They're not going to know what hit them. Let's go out there and show them what we're made of!"

Keer and Sugar exchanged a glance, their determination mirrored in each other's eyes. "We've got this, guys," Keer said, her voice steady. "Let's go out there and give it everything we've got."

With a final rallying cry, the team broke their huddle and returned to the court, their determination renewed and their focus laser-sharp. As the third quarter began, they were ready to take on whatever challenges came their way, united in their quest for victory.

As the teams returned to the court for the third quarter, the tension in the gymnasium reached a fever pitch. The air was thick with anticipation, and every breath felt like a struggle as the players battled fatigue and exhaustion.

Sienna's team dug deep, their chests heaving with exertion as they fought to maintain their lead. Beads of sweat dripped down their faces, their jerseys clinging to their bodies as they pushed themselves to the limit.

The scoreboard above the court displayed the current score: 42-40, with Sienna's team still clinging to a narrow lead. Every point mattered now, and the pressure was on as they fought to extend their advantage.

On the sidelines, Mimi and her cheerleaders rallied the crowd, their voices ringing out with encouragement as they urged their team to victory. The cheers and applause were deafening, the energy palpable as the fans roared their support.

But amidst the chaos and intensity of the game, one thing was clear: Sienna and her teammates were determined to emerge victorious, no matter what obstacles stood in their way. With every possession, every rebound, and every shot, they gave it their all, knowing that the outcome of the game hung in the balance.

s the third quarter intensified, Sienna found herself momentarily distracted by Mimi's spirited cheering and the thunderous applause from the crowd. It was in that split second of diversion that an opposing player seized the opportunity, delivering a vicious foul that sent Sienna crashing to the floor.

A collective gasp echoed through the gymnasium as Sienna writhed in pain, clutching her injured leg. The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned, their shouts of encouragement replaced by cries of alarm.

"Whoa, whoa, what the FUCK?!" Ena exclaimed from the sidelines, her voice laced with disbelief as she watched the scene unfold.

Sol, Jade, Keer, and Sugar rushed to Sienna's side, their faces etched with concern as they assessed the extent of her injuries. "Where's the doctor? Where's Lila?!" they shouted, their voices frantic as they searched for assistance.

Mimi, her heart pounding with fear, joined the frantic search, scanning the sidelines for any sign of Lila. "She's over there!" Mimi exclaimed, her voice trembling as she pointed towards Lila, who was making her way through the crowd towards Sienna.

With Lila's arrival, the team breathed a collective sigh of relief, knowing that their friend was in good hands. As Lila assessed Sienna's injuries and sprang into action, the rest of the team stood by anxiously, their hearts heavy with worry but their determination unwavering.

However, Lila's confident demeanor quickly escalated into a standoff with the doctor as she questioned his methods.

"You sure you're doing it right, doc? Maybe you should let a pro handle it," Lila quipped, her tone laced with sarcasm as she nudged the doctor aside.

The doctor raised an eyebrow, unamused by Lila's boldness. "And who might you be?" he asked, his tone dripping with skepticism.

Lila squared her shoulders, refusing to be intimidated. "I'm Lila, the team's medical assistant," she retorted, her voice tinged with defiance. "I've got this under control."

The doctor chuckled patronizingly. "Ah, a student trying to play doctor. How quaint," he remarked, his tone condescending.

But Lila wasn't about to back down. "Better than a doctor who's lost his touch," she shot back, her words sharp as she took charge of the situation.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to take care of my friend."

With that, Lila returned her attention to Sienna, her focus laser-sharp as she continued to assess her injuries and provide the necessary care. And as the rest of the team looked on, they couldn't help but admire Lila's determination and resilience in the face of adversity.

As Lila continued to attend to Sienna, the rest of the team's frustration boiled over into a torrent of colorful language directed at the opposing team.

Sol, her voice dripping with anger, let loose a string of expletives that would make a sailor blush. "Those dirty, no-good sons of—"

"Sol, language!" Keer interrupted, though her own vocabulary wasn't much better as she joined in with her own tirade.

Sugar's face flushed with rage as she clenched her fists, her voice trembling with emotion. "I can't believe those assholes would pull a stunt like that!"

Jade, her usually calm demeanor shattered by the events on the court, added her own choice words to the mix. "They're a bunch of cheating bastards, plain and simple!"

As the team vented their frustrations, their words echoed, a symphony of anger and indignation that reverberated around the room. And though their language may have been colorful, their loyalty to each other burned bright, a beacon of solidarity in the face of hardship.

As the tension reached its peak, Sugar's frustration and anger boiled over, driving her to lunge towards one of the opposing players. With a sudden burst of energy, she surged forward, her eyes flashing with a mix of determination and fury.

"Sugar, stop!" Keer yelled, reaching out to grab her teammate before she could make contact.

But Sugar's momentum carried her forward, her arms outstretched as she aimed for her target. The opposing player recoiled in surprise, instinctively bracing for impact as Sugar closed the distance between them.

The gymnasium fell silent as everyone watched the scene unfold, the air thick with anticipation. It was a tense moment, fraught with the possibility of violence, as Sugar's lunge threatened to escalate into something more.

But just as it seemed that the situation might spiral out of control, the referees intervened, stepping in to separate the two players before any further escalation could occur.

As the tension dissipated and the game resumed, Sienna's team breathed a collective sigh of relief, grateful that disaster had been averted. It was a stark reminder of the intense emotions that could surface in the heat of competition, and the importance of keeping a cool head in the face of adversity.

The game entered its final moments, the score stood at a razor-thin margin of 65-64, with Sienna's team trailing by just one point. The tension in the gymnasium was palpable as the clock ticked down, every second feeling like an eternity.

With the ball in their possession, Sienna's team knew they had one final chance to turn the game around. And as the ball was passed to Keer, who was already fueled by anger from earlier events, she saw her opportunity to make a statement.

With a thunderous roar, Keer charged towards the opposing team's defense, her determination written across her face. In a breathtaking display of athleticism, she soared through the air, defying gravity as she went up for the dunk.

The gymnasium erupted into chaos as Keer slammed the ball through the hoop, scoring the winning basket in dramatic fashion. Sol, feeling the rush of victory, pointed her finger mockingly at the opposing team, a smirk playing on her lips as she taunted them with a silent challenge.

Jade, caught up in the moment, joined in with her own taunts, her voice ringing out across the court. "You saw that, hoes?! You saw that?!"

The opposing team, their tempers already frayed, erupted into a frenzy of anger and frustration, their shouts and curses filling the air. Before anyone could react, punches were thrown, and the gymnasium devolved into chaos.

Ena, watching from the sidelines, could hardly believe her eyes. "What the fuck?!" she exclaimed, leaping down from her seat to join the fight.

In the midst of the chaos, Sienna, Sol, Jade, Keer, and Sugar stood their ground, refusing to back down in the face of adversity. With fists flying and adrenaline pumping, they fought back against their opponents, their determination unyielding.

After the chaos on the court subsided and order was restored, Sienna's team found themselves in the locker room, still buzzing with adrenaline from their thrilling victory. Despite the lingering tension from the altercation, there was an undeniable sense of camaraderie among them, a shared bond forged in the heat of battle.

As they caught their breath and tended to any minor injuries sustained during the scuffle, the team reflected on the events of the game, laughing and joking as they relived their triumphs and near-misses on the court.

"We really pulled through in the end, didn't we?" Sienna remarked, a proud smile on her face as she looked around at her teammates.

Sol nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining with excitement. "Hell yeah, we did! And did you see that dunk from Keer? Absolute legend!"

Keer grinned modestly, her cheeks flushing with pride at the praise. "Thanks, guys. But we couldn't have done it without everyone giving it their all out there."

Sugar, still buzzing with adrenaline, punched the air triumphantly. "That's right! And did you see the look on their faces when we won? Priceless!"

Jade chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "I swear, I thought they were gonna explode with anger. But hey, that's what they get for messing with us!"

Mimi and Lila joined them, their presence adding an extra layer of support and camaraderie to the group.

Mimi beamed with pride as she looked around at her teammates, her cheerleading uniform slightly rumpled but her spirit undimmed. "You guys were incredible out there," she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. "I couldn't be prouder of each and every one of you."

Lila nodded in agreement, her expression one of genuine warmth and affection. "Seriously, you guys showed incredible resilience and teamwork. And Sienna, I'm so glad you're okay," she added, giving her friend a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.

Sienna smiled gratefully at Mimi and Lila, feeling a surge of gratitude for their unwavering support. "Thanks, guys. I couldn't have done it without you," she said, her voice tinged with emotion.

Sol, ever the optimist, grinned mischievously as she looked around at her teammates. "Well, you know what they say: 'Victory tastes sweeter after a good fight!'"

As the team celebrated their victory in the locker room, Kaye and Ena arrived, their faces alight with excitement and pride.

Kaye's eyes immediately sought out Jade, a playful grin spreading across her face as she made her way over to her girlfriend. "Hey, you," she said, pulling Jade into a tight hug. "You were amazing out there."

Jade returned the hug with equal fervor, her heart swelling with affection for Kaye. "Thanks, Kaye," she said, planting a kiss on Kaye's cheek. "I couldn't have done it without you cheering me on."

Ena, meanwhile, greeted the rest of the team with high-fives and congratulatory hugs, her enthusiasm infectious. "You guys crushed it out there!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. "I've never seen a game like that before."

As the celebration in the locker room continued, the team decided to head out for a well-deserved meal together. They piled into cars, still buzzing with excitement and adrenaline from the game, and made their way to their favorite diner.

The atmosphere at the diner was lively, with laughter and chatter filling the air as they settled into their seats. They ordered their favorite dishes and shared stories from the game, reliving their favorite moments and teasing each other about the more humorous ones.

After their meal at the diner, the team decided to continue their celebration at the beach. With the sound of waves crashing in the background and the salty sea air filling their lungs, they kicked off their shoes and ran towards the water, their laughter mingling with the sounds of the ocean.

The sound of waves crashing against the shore greeted them as they arrived, the salty air filling their lungs and invigorating their spirits. They spread out blankets and set up a makeshift bonfire, the crackling flames casting a warm glow over their faces as they settled in for the evening.

As Jade and Kaye sat side by side, their fingers intertwined like two pieces of a puzzle, they couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity wash over them. Their quiet moments together were filled with shared glances and knowing smiles, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.

Meanwhile, Keer and Sol found themselves in the midst of one of their trademark banter sessions, their playful jabs and sarcastic remarks laced with an underlying tension. Despite their differences, there was a mutual respect between them, a recognition of each other's quirks and strengths that kept their dynamic intriguing.

Lila, seeking solace by the water's edge, found herself lost in thought as she watched the waves crash against the shore. Her stolen glances at Mimi betrayed the turmoil of her emotions, torn between longing and uncertainty.

Caught in the middle of a silent tug-of-war between Lila and Sienna, Mimi struggled to maintain her composure amidst the palpable tension. Despite her best efforts to focus on the laughter and camaraderie of her friends, the storm brewing beneath the surface threatened to engulf her.

Sienna, ever the peacemaker, attempted to diffuse the tension with her trademark optimism and charm. Her rallying cry for a game of beach volleyball was met with enthusiastic cheers, her infectious energy uplifting the spirits of the group.

And amidst the chaos, Ena and Sugar found themselves embroiled in a heated debate over the merits of various beach snacks. Their exaggerated gestures and comically exaggerated expressions drew laughter from the group, their playful banter a welcome distraction from the tension that hung in the air.

As the night wore on, the team found solace in each other's company, their shared laughter and shared experiences forging bonds that would withstand the test of time. And as they gazed out at the vast expanse of the ocean before them, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united as a team in victory and in friendship.

Everyone gathered around a blazing bonfire after a game of beach volleyball, the warmth of the flames throwing a comfortable glow over their faces. They took a seat in their homemade seats, ready to relax and tell stories long into the night, beverages in hand and laughter in their hearts.

As they gathered around the bonfire, Mimi raised her drink in a toast. "To unforgettable moments and lasting friendships," she declared, a warm smile gracing her lips.

"To unforgettable moments and lasting friendships!" the team echoed, clinking their glasses together in celebration.

Jade, her eyes twinkling mischievously, nudged Kaye playfully. "Remember that time we got lost on that hiking trail?" she teased, eliciting laughter from the group.

Kaye chuckled, shaking her head. "How could I forget? We ended up miles off course, but at least we had each other for company," she replied, squeezing Jade's hand affectionately.

Sol, taking a sip of her drink, grinned at Keer. "You were unstoppable on the court today, Keer. I swear, you were like a force of nature out there," she praised, raising her glass in salute.

Keer grinned back, a hint of pride in her eyes. "Thanks, Sol. Couldn't have done it without your passes," she replied, giving Sol a playful wink.

Ena and Sugar, sharing a knowing glance, burst into laughter as they recalled a particularly embarrassing moment from their past. "I still can't believe we did that!" Ena exclaimed between giggles, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

Sugar nodded, her cheeks flushed with mirth. "I know, right? But hey, it makes for a great story now," she replied, clinking her glass with Ena's in a silent toast to their friendship.

Lila, her gaze soft as she looked around at her friends, felt a surge of gratitude wash over her. "I'm so glad we're all here together," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "Cheers to nights like these."

"Cheers!" the team chorused, raising their glasses in unison as the crackling of the fire and the sound of their laughter filled the night air.

As the flames danced in the firelight and laughter echoed into the night, Mimi raised her glass once more, her heart overflowing with gratitude. "To us," she said, her voice soft but resolute, "and to us being friends in every universe."

The sentiment hung in the air like a promise, binding them together in a bond that transcended time and space. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of the fire and the love of their friends, they knew that no matter where life took them, they would always have each other.

When we’re old and people ask us about our 20s we’ll show them all of us and tell them

'we were fangirls together'

The End.

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right off the bat, i love the tone you've set with this. it's easy to follow and light-hearted. the scene at ellis island stood out to me, i love scenes like this in fanfiction because they are so relaxing to read.

also reader bringing bucky a milkshake and falafel was so sweet 😭 i fucking love falafel.

"you told him how you loved baking, reading, and a few other silly details of your life" reader is actually me

"Why do you know my birthday?" He demanded with narrowed eyes.

"Uh... it's displayed in the Smithsonian, and I just am good with dates, Bucky," LMFAOOOO

absolutely love the idea of sitting with bucky in a bookstore for hours tbh

HE GOT HER A COFFEE AND CROISSANT?? i want a coffee and croissant 😭 also the thought of him playing fruit ninja on his phone is so funny to me hahaha

ya know, wilmington is in my home state but i've actually never been, i live on the other side of the state 🤣

not this bitch sienna/sierra not getting the fucking HINT

"Slowly but eventually, he realized you were a blessing to his tainted existence and loved you irrevocably. He didn't know how to go about it." omg this section from his pov is both breaking and warming my heart

"I love you," you tell him. "Bucky, you have no idea how much, god you are so fucking annoying, but you are everything and more," you nod at him. He chuckles, his vision glassy just like yours as he gently rubs your lower back and his forehead on yours before looking into your eyes." ITS HAPPENING EVERYONE STAY CALM

pasta dishes, salads, wine and bucky... the dream

"You taste better than plums," omggggg what a compliment

this was so so good start to finish! i love how much detail you put into the entire story. you did a great job building up their relationship and showing us how they truly fell in love. everything was so sweet and sensual and beautiful, good job with this 💕💕💕

10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

for bucky x reader PLZZZ

love, @flowersforbucky

Confessions of Mr. Grumpaholic

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x You

A/N: Initially, I started this for Essie’s Summer Lovin’ 300 Follower Celebration, but the Ask also inspired me to tune it to Smutty September Fest. Thanks to @bigtreefest it's a part of both the events now! <3 Yay! My first installment to the Smut Fest. I hope you like it @flowersforbucky Thank you so much for the Ask. Sorry for the super tiny fic ;) In all seriousness though, read at your comfort. I've also divided it into three parts for your convenience. This is a looooong one. I think I've outdone myself on the word count.

Word Count: 16k (Oops)

Warnings: Mature Content, Minors DNI, Allusions to sex, Masturbation, Overloaded fluff, Sassy Bucky, Slight Pining trope, Panic attack, Smidge of angst, Super happy happy ending, Steve doesn't gray his hair post endgame, Steve is a little shit too, lemme know if I'm missing anything.

Note: Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work! Banner credits to me and the phot credits to the internet.

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Cherish the chance encounters for you never know...

Meeting Bucky was disorienting. Nick Fury had assigned you to help Bucky after the government pardoned him. There was a catch, though; he needed to attend a few mandated therapy sessions and yada yada. You were part of that yada yada, a support system on paper until the government knew Bucky was safe to be in society. As a part of court-mandated therapy, you were given certain privileges that you never asked for, like visits to his therapist.

Not that you were someone extraordinary, you were merely one of the obvious choices for the task. Recovering from the injuries from a mission and not being assigned to any other missions until you healed, Fury coaxed you into helping Bucky out because the government needed someone enlisted who was not Steve Rogers or the high league posse.

When you think about it, it was utterly puerile to appoint you. You would have kicked the bucket if the Winter Soldier got unleashed. The term Fury used was 'handler.' You hated it. Bucky loathed it. And boy, did he show his contempt incessantly so.

For the first few days, Bucky stymied every effort you attempted to make the process smooth. Tracking him down was a nightmare. Despite being an agent yourself, it was impressive how such a six-foot tall, beefy man could be as stealthy as he was; one second, you see him, and the next, he's gone, but again, he was the Winter Soldier. You didn't accept defeat, though, because, with your broken arm in a sling, you really had no better things to do except play 'chase the assassin' as a pastime.

It may have been two weeks of you chasing him, but he eventually yielded. You wondered when he started pitying you because he let you catch him.

After three meetings with Dr. Raynor, Bucky's therapist, you realized she was a mean and passive-aggressive lady, according to you, of course, and you kept your opinions to yourself. On one such visit, Dr. Raynor walked out to the waiting area, still talking to Bucky as they came out of a session, 'You gotta explore, James. Do normal things.' Dr. Raynor stated, handing you the list.

Bucky stood at the far end of the room. You had rolled your eyes not so subtly when you went through the list, reading through the suggested places she had mentioned. She even told you how important it was to substantiate the visit with a photo. You remember that slight tilt of his lips vividly to this day when Bucky caught your gaze. Maybe that did crack those rigid walls he built to keep you out, or perhaps it was after that when you sat in the cold outside his apartment and waited for him so you could take him to the list of places Dr. Raynor had given him as a task.

"Next time, maybe forgo the coat; you'll freeze up quickly if that's what you were going for," Bucky's rough voice broke the sleepy delirium that evening. He was crouching before you, an unmistakable frown marring his features from underneath his cap. You snuggled into the warm blanket wrapped around you and picked up the dixie cup filled with hot coffee that he placed beside you on the steps that you made temporary abode in the cold. It was chillier than usual with a foreboding winter storm on the way, and you were a bit high on Hydrocodone, the painkiller that you were taking for your broken arm. So, you had no idea when you fell asleep. You looked up at him, letting out a tired chuckle, grateful for his thoughtfulness of not letting you freeze to death.

"Next time, maybe stick to the plan," you grumbled, sipping into the coffee instead of thanking him. After all, it was his fault.

It had been a long journey since then. Things with Bucky were less turbulent. He listened to you; it was very enlivening for a change. He would make subtle remarks at your expense, too.

Sticking to the task at hand and following Dr. Raynor's orders, you accompanied Bucky to Ellis Island. You both walked through the crowds, surrounded by tourists and the distant murmur of ferry horns. It was a pleasant day; the sun descended, casting beautiful hues in the sky. You had navigated the crowd for nearly an hour, and while Bucky tried to keep his focus, you felt the sudden shift in him. He visibly tensed up beside you, and you could see the pressure mounting in his expression as he rapidly looked around, breathing unevenly.

"Bucky," you looked at him, keeping aside your worry. "We can leave if you want to." Bucky nodded, but his eyes kept darting around. His breaths started coming faster, and you noticed the slight tremor in his hands and reached out, maintaining a calm and steady tone. "Bucky, hey, look at me."

But he couldn't, and you felt like he was drowning in his mind. His breathing grew more ragged, the sounds of the crowd merging into a deafening roar in his mind. You took your hand over his clutched fist, rubbing gently, and he loosened the grip, and you could feel the clammy, icy hand engulf yours.

You had moved closer to him. "Bucky, I need you to breathe with me, okay? Just focus on me," you said gently, hoping your voice anchored him back, and he blinked, trying to focus on your face. You helped him through a few sensory techniques you were aware of.

"You're okay. You're safe, Bucky," you told him repeatedly.

Bucky followed your lead, slowly regaining control of his breath, though the tension in his body lingered. You didn't rush him; you stayed close, blocking out the rest of the world, shielding him from the crowd. Once his breathing steadied, you gave him a soft smile, squeezing his arm.

"Let's get out of here, yeah? We can go somewhere quiet." You whispered gently.

Bucky nodded, unable to speak, but the relief was evident in his eyes. You had led him away from the bustling crowd, navigating through the ferry terminal and back onto the city streets, where the noise was less overwhelming. You walked silently, Bucky's hands shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders tense, while you kept close, matching his pace without a word.

After a while, you found a secluded spot near Battery Park, away from the main paths. The area was quieter, with fewer people and the soft sound of the river lapping against the shore. The sky had darkened with cloud cover, engulfing in a bleak yet serene bubble. You settled onto a low wall overlooking the water, the cool breeze calming. You hoped it soothed Bucky, too.

Sitting there beside the tall man, your perception of him changed. Initially, you had felt pity for Bucky Barnes, but at that moment, you realized how inhuman you were being. He was mind-controlled for years. Years. You could probably never even come close to comprehending the extent of how he felt. You decided to stop working with him as a task and instead start working with what's best for him, even if you have to go against the ways of Dr. Raynor. You had to up your game. Maybe you'll never be Steve Rogers for Bucky, but you can come close to being a friend.

You slipped away briefly, giving him the space to compose after the panic attack and an opportunity to leave if he wanted to; you bought him your favorite milkshake and falafel from the nearby food truck. When you returned with the food, Bucky was still there. He didn't attempt to move to take his food, so you handed Bucky the milkshake without a word, letting him take the lead. Bucky stared at the food for a moment, his jaw tight, but after a beat, he accepted the shake, taking a slow sip. The familiar, comforting taste brought a faint smile to his lips. And seeing him smile made you grin like a fool.

You settled beside him, eating in silence. You sat there for hours, and it was dark.

It was quiet, just the two of you, with nothing but the sounds of the distant city and the occasional lapping of water against the rocks. You could feel the tension in his chest slowly start to ease, the cold grip of panic giving way to something softer. You finished the food in companionable silence, the kind that didn't need to be filled with words.

As you started walking back along the quiet sidewalk, you stumbled over a raised edge, your foot catching awkwardly on the pavement. You let out a surprised yelp and flailed with your one functioning hand to regain your balance. Bucky reached out swiftly, steadying you with a chuckle.

"Hey, it's dark! And that sidewalk definitely moved." You mumbled. Bucky let out a rarely-heard laugh. The tension of the evening seemed to melt away.

"Yeah, sure. We'll blame the sidewalk." He muttered. Though embarrassed by your clumsiness, you couldn't help but feel glad.

Things gradually changed after that point.

He insisted on walking you home that night. "It's totally fine, Barnes. I can walk home alone," You had said firmly. It was hilarious how you denied him walking you home when you wanted him to be okay with you loitering around him babysitting. If that thought crossed his mind, he was gentleman enough to keep it to himself.

"Oh, you're fine? That's great to hear. I'll be on standby with the first aid kit just in case," he retorted, casually leaning against the light pole and shrugging his shoulder.

It was then you realized Bucky Barnes was a cheeky little shit filled with sass. It was also when you realized he was ruggedly handsome, and he didn't even have to try hard. Not letting thoughts go astray on his gorgeousness, you sighed in defeat.

"Ugh," you grumbled.

You had kept the conversation running for both because Bucky was not much of a talker. That walk felt borderline romantic despite knowing he walked you home in danger you would trip yourself again or get mugged. You told him how you loved baking, reading, and a few other silly details of your life. He listened, maybe tuned you out a bit, but you liked to think he listened to your constant blabber.

You started connecting with him gradually, poking fun at his expense, unaffected by his constant grumpiness. You know you didn't take teasing too far, being careful not to trigger him in any way consciously.

Then came his birthday. It was a clear occasion to show him you considered him more than just a mission. So, you decided to surprise him with a birthday cake, a box of confectionaries with some gifts, and a silly little birthday balloon and knocked on his apartment.

When you brought him cake and gifts, you had only thought of dropping by his front door if he didn't open the door. But he did open the door, standing in his joggers and tiny blue shirt that fit him perfectly, looking shocked at you like you were an alien.

You caught a glimpse of his pillow on the floor, and your heart tugged at that. You guessed he had trouble sleeping, but this just confirmed it. Bucky didn't invite you into his apartment, and you didn't try asking either, knowing it was his safe space.

Clearing your throat, you intended to wish him Happy Birthday, but you muttered, "It's your birthday, Barnes," with a stupid grin.

"Why do you know my birthday?" He demanded with narrowed eyes.

"Uh... it's displayed in the Smithsonian, and I just am good with dates, Bucky," you scoffed, not disclosing to him the fact that you read the 97-page file Fury handed you about him. And Merlin's Beard! It was astronomically far from a light read.

Bucky let out an exasperated breath and looked down at the deserted hallway. The shock soon converted to a steady frown, a familiar expression you were used to for which you rolled your eyes as he folded his hands to his chest, looking at you like you just poisoned his food right under his nose. You tried to hand him the cake and the gifts, but he didn't budge.

When you warned him that you would sing Happy Birthday embarrassingly loud if he didn't take the gifts, he conceded with a huge frown and a grunt. It was the first time you realized Bucky had a car because, up until then, you thought his mode of transportation mainly was riding a bike or Floo powder; after all, he seems to appear and disappear into thin air randomly. He drove you home that night, irked by the fact you took a taxi at that hour.

You took that as a win, although a bit envious that you missed his reaction when he opened the gift wrapper and found the gag gift you snuck in: the bright pink kitty key holder. Surely, he must have shunned that into the bin quite as fast, but you hoped he liked the leather jacket you got him. The next day, he wore it, and all things holy, he looked so hot in it, and your eyes nearly popped off their socket. He didn't acknowledge it, nor did you; you felt exhilarated despite that.

When you sought shelter at a small bookshop because it was pouring outside and you forgot your umbrella, you realized that Bucky shared your interest in reading. You sat there for hours discussing tons of books and theories. It was the most Bucky talked to you since you first met. You would share your books and, sometimes, your latest cooking repertoire with him, and you liked to think he started enjoying your shared time, which was most of the time every day.

Soon, Bucky started adapting to things. He was sent on small missions, led some missions, and even asked to oversee recruit training. You met his friends, the Avengers cohort. They were an odd bunch just like you but with a shit ton more skills, and you liked them.

You met Captain Rogers more often, 'Call me Steve,' he would say rather stubbornly, and you kept calling him Captain Rogers. Sam Wilson became a regular in your meetings, too. Bucky seemed to like that you annoyed his friends.

As per the task at hand, you were quickly becoming insignificant alongside him: so, no more roaming around in the pretense of Dr. Raynor's list, no more photoshopping Bucky in all the busy crowded, touristy spots of New York City to substantiate—a hobby you were too proud about and Bucky, though secretly grateful for your photo editing skills, still frowned at you—and no more hanging out with Bucky in general because it was not like he chose to hang out with you. You were thrust into his life by the requirement of the government.

One warm evening, Fury called to confirm your thoughts. You were officially off babysitting Barnes. Bucky was clear. You felt exuberant for him. You didn't have the guts to say goodbye to Bucky, so you texted him with a few cat gifs wishing him congratulations. He left you on read for two days. Then, he texted you a 'Thanks.' It was hilarious how excited you got to read his text.

A week passed, and you slowly retreated into your life, focusing more on catching up on your life and other household stuff that you otherwise ignored due to lack of time. You remember that it was a week filled with so much binge-watching. You caught up on The Great British Baking Show's latest season and a ton of cheesy old movies you watched as guilty pleasure that your eyes almost started hurting. It was a pretty unhealthy week for your body but a needed week for your mind.

Your hand was out of the cast, and you had PT left. The day you were set to go to physio, Bucky was waiting outside your apartment. You looked taken aback. He was in his jeans and a pale blue t-shirt with a jacket, looking handsome. He was no more hiding his face underneath caps, and the bright sunny day reflected his cerulean blues, and your breath hitched looking at him. You sighed, clearing your thoughts.

"What are you doing here?" you asked him. He shrugged, opening the car door for you to sit.

"Bucky, that's not needed. I can go alone just fine," you told him.

His expression was unreadable, but a familiar stubbornness in his eyes made you pause.

He leaned onto the car, clutching the door open. "Thought I'd tag along. Figured you might want some company." Bucky shrugged, avoiding eye contact.

It wasn't a question or an offer; it was simply Bucky's way. He wasn't giving you the option to refuse, not because he was overbearing, but because he knew you'd probably never ask for the company outright. You stared at him momentarily, surprised but touched, and finally conceded, sliding into the passenger seat.

"Okay, but don't blame me if you get bored out of your mind," you told him.

He didn't retort and handed you a coffee and croissant wordlessly, and it filled your heart with warmth. "Thank you, Bucky."

You were out of your depth as to how you could confront him, but Bucky seemed to be everywhere. Everywhere.

As you had to go to physical therapy more, Bucky accompanied you regularly. Though it itched you to ask him how he knew your schedule, you never asked him, fearing he would stop hanging out with you. And in those moments, you told yourself he was not just a regular guy but an Avenger/ex-Winter Soldier.

You checked in at the front desk, glancing over your shoulder to see Bucky already settled into one of the waiting room chairs, flipping through an old, dog-eared magazine. Occasionally, he'd swipe at his phone, deeply engrossed in a game of Fruit Ninja, the faint sounds of slashing fruit and upbeat game music filtering through the air. You wonder if he played it for the sound of knife slashing; you indeed played just for that.

You moved to the exercise room, where your therapist guided you through stretches and strengthening exercises, pushing just to the point of discomfort. Every so often, you'd glance back toward the waiting area and see Bucky still there, his presence grounding you in a way you hadn't expected. He never looked impatient, didn't check his watch, or fidgeted like he wanted to leave. It was as if he had nowhere else he'd rather be, and that made your tummy flutter.

Troy, one of the guys who worked at the center, had been closely monitoring you since your first visit. He was nice, with a charming smile and an easygoing demeanor that made him popular with nearly everyone who came in. You'd noticed how his eyes lingered a little too long when you walked in, how he'd always find a reason to come over during your sessions, adjusting your form with a light touch or cracking jokes to make you laugh.

Today was no different. As you finished a harrowing stretch, Troy wandered over, his smile bright and confident.

He leaned against the nearby equipment, casually tossing a towel over his shoulder. "You're really getting the hang of this. Won't be long before you're back to one hundred percent."

"Thanks," you smiled.

Troy grinned, leaning in slightly. "You know, maybe we could celebrate once you're fully healed. I know this great little café by the waterfront. Best coffee in town."

It was an almost-invitation, a clear hint that he was interested, and you'd noticed these subtle gestures from him before—lingering compliments, casual touches, and comments that hinted at something more than just professional interest. But today, as you glanced over your shoulder, you saw Bucky still sitting there, his attention momentarily shifted from his phone to the scene unfolding. His presence was imposing calm, yet undeniably watchful, even from across the room.

Bucky's eyes met Troy's briefly, calm and unwavering. It wasn't a glare, but something about Bucky's demeanor seemed to set Troy on edge. It was as if the room suddenly felt smaller, the air a little heavier. Troy hesitated, his previous confidence faltering as he glanced back at Bucky, then at you.

Troy cleared his throat, his smile slightly strained. "But, you know, no rush. Whenever you're ready."

You nodded, keeping your tone light but non-committal. "Thanks, Troy. I'll think about it."

As he walked away, you couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and awkwardness. Troy was nice, attractive, and charming, but you weren't eager to encourage something that wasn't there for you. And Bucky's silent, unspoken presence only made that realization sharper. You didn't have the energy to navigate flirtations or the complications that came with them. Not when Bucky was around, his quiet, protective nature making everything else seem unimportant.

When your session ended, you grabbed your things and joined Bucky, who looked up from his game with a lazy smile. His countenance slightly surprised you.

Bucky, his tone teasing but with an edge of curiosity, remarked, "Looks like you've got an admirer."

You rolled your eyes, "Troy's just being nice. Besides, I think he's a little scared of you."

Bucky chuckled, standing up and stretching, the movement effortless and unbothered. "Me? I'm harmless."

You glanced up at him, your heart flipping at how his eyes softened as they met yours. "Sure, Barnes. You're about as harmless as a loaded gun."

He smirked but didn't deny it, and together, you made your way out of the center.

Truthfully, having a friend felt good. You have friends, but they are mostly from your job, and you never felt close to them. With Bucky, the friendship felt intimate; meeting him always felt warm and fuzzy.

Now and then, you wondered if Bucky saw this as friendship: he's comfortable with only a few people, and perhaps, despite any say in the matter, you were one of them. It didn't bother you. You liked the bond you shared with him. It was sweet borderline diabetic, too. You hung out almost every day except when he was off on missions.

When you went to Spencer's one day, you found another silly thing for him. A bright band that said, therapy buddy. It cracked you up so much you had to buy it for him.

"Seriously?" He exclaimed, rolling his eyes, frowning at you, and shoved it into his pocket. At least he didn't chuck it in a bin. He told you how insufferable Dr. Raynor was being.

Your friendship—what you liked to call it—stayed consistent for a few months. Bucky, too, started accepting you: he now talked more than one word or phrase and made jokes at your expense vehemently. They were subtle and sharp but made you smile, and your heart fluttered just a bit.

Things were settling down for him, and for you, not so much. The weight of the truth bludgeoned you when you went to Wilmington with Bucky. Bucky had a mission and the details you were not privy to. He had been going around 'making amends,' as he called them.

Never been to the coastal town, you asked if you could join him, and he not so reluctantly let you. It was a six-hour long drive, and it was beautiful. You did most of the talking, telling about your family, high school, college, and everything he never asked about. He dropped you off at the town and told you he would join you later.

It was one of those perfect evenings where the sky looked like a canvas of soft pinks, purples, and oranges painted by the sun's final rays. Ambling around the tiny shops on the River Walk, you shopped for some chocolate and a few fragrant soaps you know you will never use, and Bucky joined you there just before sunset. You both sat on the small wooden high stools, facing the water and watching the hues jutting out over the calm waters of the Cape Fear River. You shared a pizza that was a little too greasy and absolutely perfect.

"I don't think this is quite up to your 1940s pizza standards, but hey, times have changed," you tease him.

Bucky took a bite, chewing thoughtfully before shrugging. "You kidding? This is an upgrade. I could get used to this whole modern world thing." He says with a slight tilt of his lips. That statement carried so much weight, showing how far he had come. Bucky was a better human being than most, compassionate despite his constant grumpiness. For him to be a nice person, despite being through some dark shit, it was applause-worthy in your opinion.

The wind carried the faint scent of saltwater, and the water splashed gently against the wooden columns underneath. You leaned onto railings, legs dangling over the edge. There was a soft breeze coming off the river, the kind that was just enough to ruffle hair and carry the sounds of the water lapping at the posts. The sun had just set, leaving behind a brilliant watercolor sky reflected on the ripples below. It was one of those evenings that felt suspended in time, like the world had slowed down.

Bucky reached into the bag of sweet treats you'd picked up from a local bakery, pulling out a couple of chocolate-covered cannoli; you take a huge bite, smearing chocolate on your nose and mouth.

"You are such a messy eater," he laughs softly, pulling out a couple of tissues.

You wipe away your face vigorously and look at him with narrowed eyes.

"Good thing you're cute," he mutters, barely audible, but you hear it. A slight blush covers our cheeks, but thankfully, he looks away.

You watched him as he looked out over the water, his profile softened by the fading light, a serene expression you rarely saw on him. Bucky looked so at peace; the tension that usually sat on his shoulders was gone, replaced with something lighter and freer. He leaned front on his elbows, resting them on the railing, the sunset's glow highlighting the lines of his sharp jaw, and the way his lips curled in a half-smile made a jolt of warmth spread through you.

Though your mind ran with thousands of thoughts, you sat in comfortable silence; the only sounds were the occasional trilling of the birds and the distant hum of a boat motor. You realized how rare it was to see Bucky so relaxed, just being there in the moment, and you found yourself studying him more—how his eyes softened when he looked at the sky, the way his hair caught the last bit of daylight, and the ease of his laughter that you had grown to love.

And that's when it hit you, like a sudden and unrelenting wave crashing against the shore. You were in love with him, the way the feeling wrapped around your heart and squeezed tight. It shook you to the core, this realization that Bucky Barnes wasn't just a mission, a friend, or your favorite person to argue with; he was everything. And sitting here, with Bucky beside you, his knee casually touching yours, the breeze whispering through his hair, there was no denying it anymore.

You turned your gaze back to the horizon, trying to hide the slight tremble in your hands as you drummed your fingers on the railing. The vibrant hues of the sunset mirrored the whirlpool of emotions inside you—beautiful but overwhelming. More inclining towards overwhelming because James Bucky Barnes couldn't possibly feel anything towards you.

And it terrified you to no end.

After that, it was a downward spiral for you. Every little thing about Bucky became hyperfocused. You started noticing little things he did for you, like how he hovered his hand on your back when in the crowd, how he deliberately stepped around on the side of the road if you were walking on the sidewalk, how he opened doors, how he walked you to your apartment and tagged around you for general work, how he met your eyes and gestured or conveyed little things without as much as opening his mouth. It was sheer torture.

Then December came along. You had gone home for Thanksgiving and came more relaxed and carrying a lot of food. You needed that time to get your bearings straight. Since your parents were going to Australia to visit your brother for Christmas, you would be home alone for Christmas.

One cold December morning, Bucky knocked on your door as you were both attending the book festival you told him about a few months ago. It had been almost a week since you last saw him. It took you a hot minute to recognize him through the peephole. He looked so entirely different; you stood shocked. He cut his hair short, and boy, it suited him so much. He looked like a male model who just walked down the ramp. Drop dead gorgeous. You were taken aback, rushing to your tiny kitchen as you gulped down some water to calm your nerves and heated cheeks. You greeted him with a practiced smile when you opened the door and gestured to his hair. He shrugged with a bloody grin, and you felt your heart skyrocket.

You blamed the cold weather for your blushing cheeks for the rest of the day.

You often invited Bucky to your general outings. His therapy sessions were sporadic, what with Dr. Raynor's holiday schedule. Bucky seemed more peaceful because of it.

When Captain America invited you to the Christmas Eve party, you denied it. But you were almost bullied into attending. So, you did and bought everyone some gifts, hoping they liked them. The party was intimate; only a few joined, and you had much fun.

On Christmas morning Bucky came by your home, shocking you out of your wits as he gave you a beautiful pendant, which you wore every damn day. It probably was an obligatory gesture because you loved gifting things and you didn't want him to feel pressured into giving you things. Though you felt more than happy by his gesture, you told him clearly he didn't have to.

You were really juicing up the time Bucky and you shared; somewhere deep in your rational mind, you feared you would soon become too insignificant in his magnificent life. So, you cherished as much of the time as you got with him because it was bound to end eventually anyway. Right?

You asked him if he wanted to hang out and watch some old movies one evening. He told you he was tired and wanted to sleep. You respected that and walked around the city; Christmas in New York was otherworldly. Deciding to do everything cheesy, you walked around the square, sipping hot chocolate, and that's when you spotted Bucky, accompanied by Steve, Sam, and Nat. You felt a tug at your heart and it pained you because he lied instead of telling you he had other plans. You escaped from there, not wanting to run into them.

It took a mere few steps walking down the block for your insecurities to catch up. You started feeling guilty and absolutely horrified by your overbearing nature. So, you had returned home with a ton of candy, a few doughnuts, and binge-watched movies alternating from cheesy Christmas movies to psycho thrillers. It eased your aching heart and gave you some perspective that you were enforcing your personal affections on him when he must have expected a trusting acquaintance.

Becoming reserved with fear of heartbreak, you avoid him for a bit, and that didn't mostly go according to your plan because he sought you out if you didn't respond to his one-phrase texts. Wherever you were, he'd appear out of nowhere as if you conjured him up.

Bucky Barnes was causing you trouble, viciously grabbing your senses, and you realized you were teetering to the edge of no return. Maybe you did cross that edge and fell deep. If not for that, there was no good reason why you were standing in your simple tracks and a t-shirt, with your backpack hung on one shoulder in the sea of glittering fancy crowd to give him his birthday present.

~~~~~

Funny how you delude yourself just by knowing half-truths

It's strange how times change, indeed.

Fourteen months ago, you were apprehensive about working with James Buchanan Barnes. Yet here you were, battered and a bit bruised, dragging yourself in the vibrant sea of the hustle and bustle of the lounging area, carrying the present you wanted to give him for his birthday tomorrow instead of being halfway to your home and taking care of those minor bruises.

Your reasons were simple. You knew Bucky had a mission in a couple of days and wanted to give his gift before he left, wondering when he would return. Also, you put a lot of work into acquiring the gift, and you were excited for him to open it. So, when you came back from the mission, you headed straight to the party after Sam had told you where Bucky was without a thought in mind.

Though the party was not for his birthday per se, it was a charity gala night, conveniently scheduled for today just in time for Bucky's birthday. You can guess it had to do something with Captain Rogers and others getting involved.

"Didn't know it was a costume party," you heard the familiar voice and turned around to see Maria Hill, dressed perfectly in a short black dress.

Unfortunately, Bucky Barnes means enough for you to be this excited to give him his gift, looking like roadkill. You laugh gently. Shit, your back hurts.

"You look gorgeous," you compliment, and she winks at you, not missing the way you wince.

"I know, but what are you doing here? Thought you'd be resting your ass up after the mission," she says, her gaze scrutinizing.

"Just heading home...wanted to say hi," you state lamely, fiddling with the backpack straps hanging by your sides.

"Leave you to it then," she walks away, leaving you to shuffle around. It was unlike Bucky to be at a party. He detests these things, and you are quite aware, but perhaps he was convinced, warned, or bullied into attending. In your opinion, it was good for him to socialize.

The party was lavish, and you really looked very out of place. Needing to get out of here as soon as possible, your hurried gaze settled on the one person you were here for, Bucky, the grumpy Barnes.

As soon as you felt the involuntary smile appear on you, it disappeared quicker than that. A gorgeous girl in a long blue dress was talking to Bucky animatedly, leaning closer to him, and the worst thing was that he was smiling, too. The dirty insecurities you locked up in the corner of your mind swam to the forefront.

Imagination is the worst enemy sometimes because it knows your dirty secrets and plays the field like a champ. You were not one to feel terrible about yourself; you were pretty confident, too. But lately, things have been messed up in the upstairs department thanks to the feelings you festered for a blue-eyed man, which you were pretty sure was one-sided.

"Why are you frowning?" Bucky's voice startled you from behind. Shit, when did he walk all across from there and creep behind you. Were you staring at her that long?

"I'm not." You defend, turning around to face him. He wore a beautiful black jacket, and his metal arm glinted underneath the expensive golden ambiance. He looked rugged, the slight confusion drawing your eyes to his beautiful blues. He was breathtakingly gorgeous and hot. He looked you up and down slowly and then held your gaze, spreading heat over your face so quickly that it was quite embarrassing.

"Why are you all dolled up?" He asks, his head tilted to the side, with a gentle twinkle in his eyes. You roll your eyes dramatically. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the same pretty girl interrupted his teasing, and you mentally groaned but gave her a gentle smile. She smiled at you, introducing herself. She's sweet; maybe they will be a good pair, and she would be good for him, your rational mind offered, but your heart clenched at your thoughts.

So, you were glad your phone rang at that point despite it being a spam commercial. You didn't give Bucky or the girl another chance to talk as you rushed out of there, mumbling, 'I gotta take this,' with a good fake smile.

When you find an empty couch in the lobby, you collapse into it unceremoniously, overcome by your emotions. You take a few deep breaths and pull the gift-wrapped book from your bag. Looking down at it, the dark gift wrapper with the golden pattern mocked you.

When shopping at Target last week, you realized the gift cover resembled something similar to his Vibranium arm. You all but squealed as you picked it. The scribbles on the neatly folded card have been edited more than you can count. Ugh!

You felt pathetic being in this position. If Bucky had figured out the lengths you had gone to get that gift, he would cringe, probably get scared, and most likely never talk to you. Objectively, that sounded good, but your heart tugged with emotions.

This was such a fucking bad idea. Maybe you could give it to Bucky anonymously and leave it somewhere for him to find. That prospect sounded good, and you were resolute and decided to move away from the couch and slip out of the room unnoticed, but the damn timing of Sam Wilson almost made you bitchcry.

"Hey, there. Where have you been? We've been looking for you for so long." He said, settling beside you.

"Hey, Sam," you smile, not very enthusiastically.

"Why the long face?" He asks and then notices the gift in your hand.

"Oh, the gift, what did you get him? Honestly, I should take the gift. He's got about more than eight phone numbers already." Sam spoke curiously, looking at the gift. Sam was unaware he was just adding fuel to your agony. Yeah, this gift was a bad decision.

You even bet he would turn up his charm and start dating the pretty girl in the blue dress. Knowing your one-sided love story lacked any buttress was one thing, but the minute plausibility of Bucky Barnes dating someone was heart-wrenchingly painful.

You shrugged, giving Sam the same fake smile you have been mastering.

Now that Sam has seen the gift, you had to turn it in. "I'm super tired, and my bed is calling me. Give him this, will you?" You hand him the gift. Sam looked confused, wanting to say something, but you left hurriedly without another word.

In retrospect, you contemplated the gift as you drove to your apartment; it doesn't have to be so important. You could shrug and tell Bucky it's just a book you found in one of those random shops. And that thought process gave you the semblance of control, even momentarily.

When Sienna or Sierra—the woman's name he entirely missed—tried to get his attention, Bucky sighed in displeasure, rubbing his face with his metal arm, hoping that would be enough for her to leave him alone. She had been telling him about the rooftop Italian restaurant for about five minutes straight ever since he nodded at her politely when he mistakenly stood by her table, not knowing it was occupied.

Steve was suddenly called out on some mission, and Bucky would have gone, but he wanted to stay back. He didn't tell Steve why, but he bet Steve understood when he gave Bucky a shit-eating grin. Stupid punk. And Sam was annoying Bucky, so much so that Bucky asked him to fuck off, and Sam had listened to him maybe for the first time ever, and now he was fucking bored out of his mind. He was itching to go to the hangar knowing that you were back from the mission, as he was constantly checking with Agent Ryan, the one in charge of your mission, for updates.

But when he saw you near the lobby, Bucky's breath hitched. You were gone for three days. It's been three days too long since he saw you. Three insanely long days to bear. You haven't noticed him yet, and Bucky took his time scanning to see if you were injured. However, he had already checked if there had been any injuries with Agent Ryan, and thankfully you were fine.

Trouble, yep, that's what you were to him. How you managed to look so fucking pretty in that plain t-shirt and pants was beyond him. Bucky was in it too deep. He waited a minute too long, hoping stupidly that you were here for him. When he noticed you staring in his general direction, but with a frown, he excused himself, desperately wanting to know what happened. Were you hurt somewhere and did not report?

When he walked closer, he realized your frown only deepened, but you were unaware of his presence. Something was wrong with you, and you were not telling. You had been acting that way for some time now, shutting him off. Bucky abhorred feeling that way.

When he followed you out, you were already gone without a goodbye. He felt his throat tighten in anticipation. Were you tired, or was it something else? Bucky stood confused and slightly terrified. He wondered if you realized what he was up to, that he was keeping tabs on you. Did Ryan tell you about his talk? No, Ryan wouldn't do that.

Sam caught him halfway through, grinning wildly with a gift in his hands. Bucky rolled his eyes, not wanting to interact with him but needing to follow you.

"Not now, Sam," Bucky said, rushing out, irritated at being unable to run. It would startle the people, and he didn't want that kind of attention or fear in the people. Some are still edgy, like anticipating he would lose control and become the winter soldier. It pains him to no end.

"Okay then, I'm gonna keep this gift y/n wanted to give you," Sam chuckled.

Bucky stopped in his tracks. You brought him a gift. Of course you did. His heart thumped wildly as he turned, hoping that his face didn't give away too much because God knows Sam will figure it out and Steve would inadvertently know, and man, he can't handle two of them beating his ass to ask you out.

"I told her I should keep the gift. You got so many numbers anyway," Sam chuckled, handing him the neatly wrapped gift.

His heart tugged at that. Why did Sam say that to you? He wasn't even interested in any of them, and more importantly, it was Sam who had pulled the phone out of his hands and given it to those women to enter their numbers. He had deleted them right after, frowning at Sam as soon as they left. Did Sam reveal that part to you?

Bucky was livid, and he wanted to give Sam a piece of his mind. He was not really proud that sometimes Bucky wanted to see if you got jealous because, sure as hell, his blood boiled if someone as much came close to you. But he never tested his theory. It was hilarious to think that you could ever get jealous. To Bucky, you were the most beautiful person. You could walk out in rags, and his eyes would still gravitate to you. You were literally his grounding point, and he was so fucking in love, it would probably scare you if you ever came to realize.

"I'm tired," Bucky bid bye to Sam despite wanting to ask or beat it out of Sam what all you talked about, but he focused his attention on the gift in hand, eager to open it.

"Everyone's tired," Sam complains from behind. He didn't respond as he felt the insides of the gift.

He wondered if you got him another silly gift. He didn't mind if it was either, or the bright pink stupid keychain holder sitting on the kitchen aisle of his bleak apartment was the proof. He liked that you thought of him in whatever capacity. Also, it made him fucking joyful.

He wondered how you would react if you came to know that the neon green therapy buddy band you gave him, which he wore religiously to sleep every night, helped him sleep. Steve found it once and narrowed his eyes, fully knowing who had given the gift, but Bucky evaded the conversation since that incident.

You would surely be on your way home, and maybe a pit stop at Berno's for Pizza, Bucky wondered. When he sat on his motorbike and opened the gift carefully, he didn't know what to expect, but it was definitely not this: The first edition of the Hobbit. He was on the verge of tears.

Fucking hell, sweetheart! He groaned loudly, probably scaring the bird perched on the twig beside him.

All he truly wanted to do was kiss you and yell at you all the same. He knows it cost a fortune because he tried to enquire about it when you both went to that Book Fest a few months ago.

Tethered to his insecurities, all his doubts were peeling away slowly but surely, all thanks to you. However surreal it sounded, he hoped you felt for him in some way, though he prayed you did feel for him as much as he did.

Why would you constantly test his resolve like this otherwise?

The rational part of his brain provided another factually appropriate answer: You were the most kind-hearted woman he'd known in his entire life, and it's a long life. Last Christmas Eve, when Steve convinced you to come, Bucky loved and hated that you bought him and the others gifts. You were so kind and attentive. You met Steve and Sam only a few times, but you had gifted Steve a beautiful sketching set, which made Steve blush like a fool, an automated multipurpose tool for Sam's wings. You even got Nat and Wanda a scarf and Tony a digital greeting card that was projected from the tiny Iron Man figurine. Tony was shocked and elated and gave you permanent access to the lobby kitchen, which was a pretty big deal for Tony.

You got Bucky a sweater; it made him reminisce about Christmas when he was young, and he forgot how it felt. He forgot how home felt. But ever since Wakanda, Steve did ensure going annoyingly out of the way to celebrate Christmas. Bucky wanted to wear the sweater when you gave it to him, but he restrained himself. He even got you a small pendant with a tiny sun and a couple of sunflowers on either side, which truthfully, he got made in May for your birthday but didn't find the courage to give you then, so he held on to it and gifted it on the day of Christmas.

It was purely stupid how he kept you away from Sam and Steve after that because Steve blushed six ways from Sunday when he saw his Christmas present, and Sam had downright hugged you. Bucky had to reign in his growl and not peel Sam away from you. Bucky knows they're just friendly because they tease him with you, and Steve always had a shit-eating grin when you were around, but he couldn't simply take any chance. So, after that, he would say you were busy whenever they asked to invite you for an outing. Bucky knew that was lame, but he feared if you spent time with his friends, you might eventually like one of them, and he couldn't compete with an average person, let alone someone like Steve or Sam. So, he kept you at bay.

When Bucky first met you, he hated that you were babysitting him. He didn't like that idea. You always greeted him with a bright smile and kindness; he felt undeserving. He evaded you like the plague, but you were fucking persistent. He eventually gave up not liking you running around with a broken arm for him despite looking as adorable as you did.

You respected his boundaries and let him be himself, just pushing enough. You understood him without having to say a word. You discarded Dr. Raynor's list once you felt his unease. You realized how he felt about crowded places and started taking him to places in the less rush hour. You took him to your favorite stargazing spot when he had a meltdown one evening. Bucky cried, sitting under the stars, and you gave him space, walking back to the car, saying you needed some water.

You didn't press him to talk or ask him how he was feeling or if he wanted to discuss it. Every so often, you glanced over at him with a quiet reassurance that said he didn't have to be anything other than what he was at that moment. You simply let him be, and he never felt lonely.

When he was first asked to train the recruits, Bucky didn't know how to tell you he felt nervous, but you understood and accompanied him, sitting through the training.

What takes the cake was the day you punched that drunk asshole who passed some comments on him. Bucky was used to it, but you were livid, and he was too stunned to stop you. He felt so many mixed emotions that day that it shook him to no end. You stirred his senses in every fucking way deemed possible. With one prolonged eye lock, he would feel balmy all over. He was scared of the way his body was reacting to you.

Slowly but eventually, he realized you were a blessing to his tainted existence and loved you irrevocably. He didn't know how to go about it.

Bucky wondered if he could live a day when you loved him like he did. He hoped every damn day despite feeling selfish to even pray for someone like you. Pushing his thoughts aside before spiraling into an anxious mess, he quickly started his bike and followed the well-versed route to your home.

It was funny how helpless you felt sitting by your apartment door when, not even a few hours ago, you were hanging off buildings with your colleagues to save civilians. You lost your house keys and, most likely, left them back in your locker at the compound. Generally, your house keys were attached to your car keys, but you replaced the car key recently and forgot to put the spare apartment keys to it.

It was no big deal; all you had to do was call the emergency services or the building supervisor, and they would come with the master keys. But your phone was out of charge, and you really didn't want to wake your neighbors as your watch blinked at 1:20 AM, which was the last straw as you slid by your door, throwing your backpack beside you, and pulled your knees closer to feel a bit cozy. Despite the warm March weather, you felt cold.

Everything caught up to you, and you burst into tears, feeling the dull ache in your body from the mission, mentally exhausted from overwhelming, unrequited thoughts for Bucky. You felt terrified and troubled.

All you wished for at that moment was to cuddle up in your bed and forget about everything. You groaned loudly as you got up determined, telling yourself to get your shit together. You probably need to sleep in your car or return to the compound to get your keys. You wiped away your tears, fiercely picked up your backpack, and walked towards the elevator.

To your utter shock, the elevator doors opened to reveal none other than your resident mental occupant in all his tall handsomeness.

"Why are you crying?" Bucky demanded, in a tone you were very much used to, as he stepped out and looked at you keenly with concern. You stood there shocked, sniffing, unsure if you were dreaming or if he was really standing before you.

"What are you doing here?" You question him instead.

He doesn't answer as he takes another step closer, pulls your left forearm in his gloved palm, and looks up and down your modest hallway, estimating any potential dangers. He always does that, sometimes so subtly you wonder if he was consciously aware even.

"What happened?" He asked again, his tone a bit more authoritative, and you sighed, feeling the warmth from his gloved hand. It singes your skin with so many fucking feelings you pull away from him quickly.

"Lost my keys," you tell him, wiping away the tears, feeling embarrassed to be caught in your turmoil of irrationality.

"That's it?" Bucky asks, and there is no mocking in his tone. Despite trying to read into his every word, he was just asking out of concern and hoping there was no looming danger you were escaping from.

You shrugged. "Why didn't you call me?" He asks like you were absolutely stupid not to think about it.

"If my phone didn't die on me, I would be inside my home right now, James," you quip angrily.

A small, almost nonexistent grin appears on his face. You know how much he hates when you call him James in that mocking way Dr. Raynor calls him, but you do it anyway.

He snatches your bag, "Hey," you shout at him in disbelief.

"Let's go." He demands, and you stand confused. "Where?" you ask. But he doesn't answer as he walks to your front door, squats down with one knee on the ground, and removes something from his pocket.

All your earlier anger dies, and you look at him aghast.

"What the hell, Bucky?" You hiss.

He looks at you from where he is sitting with an eyebrow raised and chuckles, working on the knob with something small, obscured in his huge palm. Honestly, you know he is more than capable of just flicking his wrist and tearing down the damn door from its hinges. So, you were merely grateful he didn't do it.

You wondered what he was doing here. Wasn't he supposed to be at the party?

~~~~~

Becoming one with each other is only possible with a dollop of happy accidents.

Bucky can almost see the questions swirling in your head. Truthfully, he hardly gave any thought to what he would accomplish when he saw you. He hopped on his bike and rode through the night air. It was purely instinctive. To ensure you made it home safe, and maybe just maybe, if he did muster up some courage and knocked on your door this late at night, he would demand answers to why you would gift him the book.

But when he saw you behind those elevator doors, his heart dropped. He quickly caught onto your state, holding in the rage to inquire first what hurt you. He physically had to reign himself not to pull you into his arms. You looked so distressed it chipped his heart.

He was somewhat thankful you lost your keys because that delayed your questioning of his presence there.

When Bucky knelt before your door, you were beyond shocked. He held the doorknob with the Vibranium hand, and you rushed forward, fearing he would break the door.

"What the hell, Bucky?" You whisper-shout at him. Bucky looks over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at you. "We are not trespassing. This is your home," he states.

You roll your eyes exasperatedly as you bend over his shoulder, looking at what he is up to when he shuffles in his wallet and pulls a small plier with his right hand, and you sigh in relief.

"Don't break the knob," you warned him, crouching over his shoulder. One of your stray hairs escaped the clutches of the loose bun you tied, touching his right cheek and tickling his senses. Bucky gulped audibly.

"Do you mind?" He groans, his voice coming out more irritated than intended. You stand up, pouting slightly, stepping to the side, leaning onto the wall beside the door. He had another quip ready on his tongue as he followed your suit, standing up, his metal palm fisting the knob.

When he looked at you, you stared up into his eyes with scrunched brows and a slight pout, looking so fucking adorable he could damn well kiss you right there against your front door, and no one could stop him. But he held back, instead twisting the knob and opening the door wide. "You underestimate me, doll," he rasps, licking his lips and clearing his throat.

You looked sideways, feeling a shit ton of gratitude for Bucky's exemplary sneaking skills.

Your shoulders sag in relief, and you drag yourself inside. Bucky follows you inside without hesitation. This was probably the second time he was here. The familiar sense of home envelops him as he glances around. Hardly anything changed, and it was just like how he saw it initially, except maybe a few more plants were added to the hall.

You take a few more steps inside and turn around suddenly.

"What are you doing here, Bucky?" You ask him as you run a hand through your hair, adjusting the mess. You thought Bucky's seen you in worse as you let your hair be.

He doesn't say a word as he puts down your bag beside the coffee table and takes small steps toward you, looking at you with such intensity that it makes you shiver. He pulled the familiar wrapped book from inside his jacket pocket, and your eyes widened involuntarily.

'Act cool,' You chastise yourself.

Bucky's blue eyes hold your gaze as he steps closer, engulfing your senses. You feel your neck strain looking at him.

"Why?" his soft voice belies his stormy gaze. You step back, but his right-hand snakes your waist, stopping you from taking another step. He doesn't pull you close. No, but the hand remains softly and painstakingly still.

You realize how fucking gorgeous he looks even this closely. "Bucky," you start, licking your lips and clearing your throat to muster confidence.

"Are you drunk?" you ask as that's the first thing that pops into your head. His brows rise in surprise at your question before a small smile forms on his face.

"No, just wanted to make sure you are okay. You left the party before we finished talking," Bucks says, still not moving an inch. That party brought images of the blue-dress lady, and your insecurities swam back to the surface. You try to step away, and this time, he lets you.

"Thanks for checking in on me. I'm totally fine…umm…thanks for the door too if it wasn't for you…," you chuckle humorlessly, wondering how long it would have been for you to get back into your apartment. Bucky stares at you, listening to you intently, eyes searching your every expression. When you shut up, he leans on the backside of the couch, crossing his legs at his ankles. He runs his arm through his hair, messing it up more, before folding his arms on his chest and staring at you.

You focus on the snake plant on the other side of the hall, trying not to look at the handsome man casually taking up your literal and figurative space. How long had it been since you watered it? It looks fine and healthy, but maybe you should look closer.

"Hey," his voice inevitably pulls your focus back on him.

"Why did you give this?" he asks more affirmatively. You bite your lip from groaning out loud. What do you even say?

"It's your birthday, Barnes," you declare with a chuckle as if he's unaware of the occasion. He rolls his eyes, exasperated, and sighs.

"Is it? He scoffs. You nod innocently. After a whole minute, he straightens up, wary of your behavior, as you stare back at him and do not give him any quirky replies.

"I'll let you rest," he sighs and walks towards the door. You were slightly relieved but momentarily felt the need to stop him from leaving. It was almost like he heard your inner battle because he abruptly turned to you.

You gasp at the suddenness and let your well-practiced, impassive look slip. Bucky reads you: the vulnerability and the need. The next second, you were pressed on the wall near your kitchen entrance.

You let out an ungraceful squeak as he places his metal arm beside you and crouches down to your eye level.

"No," he says, and you look at him stunned.

"No?" you repeat. Bucky nods, licking his lips. Your eyes move to them inadvertently.

"We are going to talk," he states, pushing your hair behind your ear. Despite the gloves, his touch serenades your skin, and you gasp, breathing in sharply. His eyes darken, and he parts his lips, tracing his fingers underneath your chin. His intoxicating breath sweeps your senses.

"Bucky," you whimper.

"You are so fucking gorgeous, doll," he says almost in a throaty whisper, and you look at him, feeling the desperate need to close the gap between you.

A semblance of control takes over you, and you clear your throat, "You sure you're not high on something?" you whisper, your mind dizzy with sensation as he leans his forehead onto you. Your body loses ground, gravitating towards him. He holds you steady while his breath seems ragged.

"I'm sure as hell high on you, sweetheart," his fingers trace your cheek, running a hot trail onto your throat as he pushes his huge palm on your heart, teetering on engulfing your left boob almost. Almost. You let out a moan, feeling the ringing in your eyes and the heat spreading your cheeks.

"Shh... I like listening to this," he says softly.

Why was he doing this to you? You will combust into flames if he tortures you anymore. By the look of it, it seems like he is attracted to you, but your heart doesn't want to accept that fact just yet.

"James," you all but cry.

"You seriously gonna call me that, huh," he laughs, pushing his forehead an inch away, slightly rubbing his nose on yours.

You have a rational thought to push him away and protect yourself, but you were viciously woven with everything that was Bucky.

"Tell me," he demands, placing a soft peck on your cheek and leaning onto your right ear, lips dancing on your skin, making you slick with want and desperation for him.

"You feel this too, don't you? It would be more than enough for me if you even remotely like me. I love you so much, sweetheart," he whispers, with a tinge of sadness in his tone. It tugs at your heart. He loves you. Bucky loves you. Your heart might burst in joy. So, all this while you were living in a stupid bubble of self-loathing while you could have confessed your feelings for him. Frickin frack! Mother of Hallmark, stupid drama-loving life.

"Bucky…," your own eyes blur with emotions and frustration.

"No, tell me… 'coz sure as hell your job description didn't have you to punch that moron that day, to nurture me back to life, to save me from myself...that too for someone like me," he says, jaw clenched you could see he was holding back his tears.

You look at him sharply, shaking your head. "Don't say that, please," the tears escape your eyes freely now. He gives you a gentle smile, rubbing your tears away and kissing your forehead before looking into your eyes. His metal arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close to him gently.

It feels like he knew your answer already, but he was waiting for you to say it out loud, and you were marshaling everything in you to speak because, dear heavens, you were breathless.

"Come on, doll…put me out of this fucking misery," he groans, lips ghosting yours.

"I can be yours forever?" He asks with a hopeful, teary smile, and you laugh. Bucky Barnes was such a dork, and you were a simp for him. You nod eagerly, and he leans forward, cupping your jaw firmly and pecking your lips. The sensation was so overwhelming. It was like a fire was lit. Bucky growled, tightening his hold on you, and you leaned forward eagerly, engulfed by his senses and his smell, which was so intoxicatingly warm and nice. The next kiss was nothing gentle; it was so intense that you had to grip his short hair with one hand and the other, taking hold of his jacket lapel.

When you broke the kiss, you looked at him sharply.

He pulls away slightly. "You good, sweetheart? 'Coz, I really can't tell if you are going to yell at me or kiss me again," he whispers teasingly, a slight twinkle in his eyes. You groan, pulling him into another kiss, and he almost loses his balance as he has to hold one arm on the wall. When you broke away from the kiss, you grinned widely, watching his glass eyes fill with emotion.

"You're crying, Bucky? Was it that bad, or are you just overwhelmed by how irresistible I am?" You remark, still fully dazed from Bucky's intoxicating presence.

Bucky smacks his lips and rolls his eyes playfully, caressing your cheek. Your bottom lip quivers as his thumb runs over it.

"I love you," he tells you, and your heart flutters, listening to him confess again.

"You look a little stunned there, too, doll. Don't worry, it's mutual, "he chuckles, pecking your lips again; he tastes so addicting you can't help but moan, and when he squeezes your waist, you yelp a bit louder than intended.

He suddenly retreats, and you look at him surprised. A frown settles on his face. "You are hurt," he says and experimentally runs his hand over your back, and you clench your back in pain.

"Of course not," you lie through your teeth, not wanting the moment to end.

The sudden shift of his expression was comical. It gave you a whiplash.

"You are such a pain in my ass," he groans as he slowly lifts you up and takes you to the couch, you squeal holding his shoulders.

"Bucky, I'm not that hurt. Put me down," you shuffle, but he doesn't let go until you are seated on the couch.

"Show me," he demands as he squats before you.

"Geee... Ask me out on a coffee at least before you demand me to strip," you remark sassily, and the way he blushes makes you double down with laughter.

He rolls his eyes and looks at you sharply. "Always a grump," You grumble, turning to your side and lifting your shirt slightly, a bit high from whatever you shared.

He loves you. He loves you.

Your brain constantly chanted for you, and your joy knew no bounds.

"Does it hurt here?" Bucky asks, with one arm gently holding you on the shoulder.

You think of lying but sigh, "Just a bit."

"It's not swollen, so that's good," he says, pushing the shirt down. Such a gentleman. You smile, and he looks at you with a shy grin.

"Come here," you call and hug him to your heart's content, his broad shoulders and arms wrapping you in his big frame, making you feel all cozy and tiny.

"Best birthday present ever," he whispers, gently kissing your shoulder and enveloping you in his arms as he settles on the couch, pulling you onto his lap gently.

"Happy Birthday, Sergeant Barnes," you add, and he chuckles, placing another kiss on your hair.

Bucky never gave much thought to what he wore as long as his metal arm was covered, but right now, he felt out of depth as he stared at his closet. He had two formal shirts and three pairs of jeans. The other four were T-shirts. Deciding to go with the blue T-shirt and the leather jacket you got him, he rode to your place swiftly, wanting to be near you.

Last night, he didn't realize when he fell asleep in your arms, and it was the most peaceful he had slept in years. When he woke up in the morning, he was covered in a warm blanket that smelled like you, and he thought he was dreaming when you leaned down and placed a small peck on his cheek, wishing him good morning with a bright smile.

You made him coffee and breakfast, and he felt exhilarated; the sense of belongingness and home engulfed him. Ever since you first met, you always gave him boxes of food, and it became a habit at this point, but today, it felt different. It was different. When you looked at him with that smile as you sipped on your coffee, he couldn't help but pull you in for another kiss, knowing you were his. It was a supreme feeling, and he didn't want that feeling to end. He whispered 'I love you' against your lips for the third time as he left your place, promising to get dinner that night. "It's a date," he told you firmly, and you nodded eagerly.

When you opened the door, his eyes widened. You had worn a red dress that flowed around your waist and a denim jacket on your shoulders. You looked ethereal with your hair down. He sighed dreamily, and you chuckled shyly, a blush tinging your cheeks. "Alright, enough with that face, Bucky," you said, shutting your door. Everything felt new but familiar.

When you opened the door, Bucky stood there, dressed in a casual but perfectly fitted dark jacket you gifted for his birthday over a blue henley and jeans highlighting his broad shoulders and easy confidence. He looked effortlessly handsome.

At your awkwardness at his dreamy look, he let out a laugh and pulled you closer, giving you a deep and thorough kiss that made your tummy flutter, and your panties were wet and probably would have scarred Jenny on your floor if she lingered outside. "Fine," he says, pecking your lips once more.

Bucky was a sinful kisser.

"Oh, shit...forgot these...here," he hands a bouquet. Your eyes widen at the gesture. "You didn't have to, Bucky," you say dreamily, looking at the flowers and then at him. The last time you got flowers was probably when you graduated college and your parents gave them to you. It was funny you got all shy when he looked at you that way. He frowns at that. "Of course, I have to," he says. You roll your eyes at him. "I loved them," you say to him, kissing his cheek. "Hold on, lemme put them in the water," you said.

The setting sun cast a soft, golden light, hinting at the promise of a perfect night. The walk was filled with the quiet thrill of anticipation, the kind that makes your heart beat just a little faster. The two of you decided on a small, cozy restaurant tucked away from the bustling streets, where the lights were dim and the hum of conversation was soft and comforting. The space was intimate without being pretentious, and the scent of freshly baked bread filled the air as you were led to your table near a window overlooking the softly lit street.

You both ordered easily, your choices reflecting a shared fondness for simple, hearty food—pasta dishes, fresh salads, and a bottle of wine to share. The conversation flowed naturally as you talked about everything and nothing: childhood stories, awkward teenage moments, favorite movies, and the silliest fears. You laughed over embarrassing anecdotes of Steve Rogers. You swapped funny moments from the therapy sessions you'd both been reluctantly pulled into. He told you all about what he felt when he first met you.

There was a lightness to Bucky tonight, a soft glow you hadn't seen in him often. He was more relaxed, teasing you gently and smiling with that boyish charm that made your heart twitch in the best way. You noticed the small things: the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and leaned in closer whenever you spoke, hanging onto your every word like they were treasures.

As you finished your meal, Bucky glanced outside, the streetlights casting a warm glow on the sidewalk.

Bucky, glancing at you with a playful glint in his eyes, "You up for a walk? It's too nice out to head home just yet."

"Yeah, let's go," you eagerly agreed.

You slipped out of the restaurant and onto the quiet street, the cool evening breeze brushing against your skin. The city was alive but not overwhelming, just a gentle hum of life as people strolled by or sat at outdoor cafés, lost in their own worlds. Bucky walked beside you, his hand brushing against yours now and then, each touch sending a small spark up your arm.

As you reached the waterfront, the city lights reflected off the gentle ripples of the river, creating a shimmering path that stretched into the distance. You walked slowly, the sound of water lapping softly against the pier and the faint chatter of distant conversations blending into a soothing symphony.

You found a bench nestled near the pier's edge and sat down side by side. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of saltwater and the occasional breeze that lifted the ends of your hair. For a moment, you were content to just sit there, enjoying the serene view and the quiet company.

Bucky pulled you impossibly closer, intertwining his fingers with you and pecking your forehead. For a while, you sat in comfortable silence, watching the city come alive with twinkling lights and the occasional sound of a passing boat.

Bucky glanced over at you, his expression soft and thoughtful.

He leaned forward, pulling your waist a bit, twisting you towards him. "You look so pretty," he whispers, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. It was supposed to be sweet, but the look you shared had him pulling you onto his lap, and you willingly complied, your dress inching up slightly. You could feel his hardness underneath all your layers, and you rolled your hips. He grunted at the feeling, clenching his jaw. His hand lingered on your thigh, and when you kissed him more, carding your fingers through his hair, he didn't hesitate to move his hands inside your dress and cup your ass, helping you move on him. He let out a low growl, and you bit his lip. He gazed at you with a sly grin when you slowly opened your eyes.

"I should say sorry, but I'm really not," he winks at you, and you giggle, leaning to hide in the crook of his neck.

"But I think we will be arrested if we are caught. Plus, I don't want anyone to see you like this, and I think someone is coming," Bucky remarks, gently sitting you down beside him. You chuckle, licking your lips, and adjust your dress as he runs a hand over your hair.

You set his jacket lapel straight, which you clutched in a death grip not a moment ago.

Apt to say Bucky was touch starved and ever since you confessed your love, he didn't hesitate to pull you into long bear hugs or kiss you senselessly.

Being with Bucky Barnes was a dream, surely, but equally damn frustrating. Initially, it was a bit disorienting, and despite the heated make-out on your first date, he was still taking things slow, and you didn't want to hurry him. You reeled in the need to climb him up like a tree or push his hands a little further down when they lingered on your chest, but you were aware he was still working on things and pushing him too much would worsen things for him. You didn't want to rush him whatsoever and were willing to take whatever he gave. He's been through so much, and you want him to control the pace and not let your lust-hazed mind take the reins.

So, you were delighted when he pushed you back down on the couch and kissed you senselessly. Both of you were watching the TV, and one thing led to another, and you were dry-humping. He wound your leg around his back and breathed on you warmly. It sent a shiver down your spine the way he moaned. And you were on the precipice when his phone rang, spilling a cold bucket of water on the moment. So, Bucky left reluctantly, not before pressing you against the door and kissing you like you were the last meal, and then he smiled at you so softly, whispering I love you; it made you want to throw a fit. He's so fucking perfect despite testing every bit of your resolve.

All you could do was take care of yourself after that rough make-out session; the memory of his hardness, hips rolling with force, made you want to tear down his pants and put him into your mouth. You wondered if he took care of his huge problem when he was in the confines of his apartment. You groaned, imagining those callous hands running down his length and slowly inching inside your wet heat, stroking you the right way and the coil in your stomach built. "Oh, shit," you moan into the pillow, clutching the sheets in a death grip and feeling the tightness build in your belly.

Bucky Barnes was a walking sinful creature and dear God, you want to sin between those legs. Shit!

That image in your head brought your orgasm tumbling down. You let the vibrator fall away and sighed, turning on your back and normalizing your breath.

You heard a raspy chuckle, and you shrieked. Sitting up straight, covering your front with the blanket, thinking it was just a bad dream and Bucky was not really standing there at the door watching you like a hawk. He looks you up and down and takes a step closer. Your heart crescendos, on the verge of bursting. What the hell was he doing here? Didn't he leave? When did he come back? Shit! Humiliation was a bad color, and currently, you were coated to a T.

"Bucky," you whisper, grappling at the fact he was actually standing there, looking intensely at you, and you hoped you didn't conjure any image. He licks his lips, biting on the lower one, and your eyes inadvertently lock onto his stormy gaze. What you felt at that moment was incomprehensible. The shameful feeling has your tummy flutter, and your heart tugs as he doesn't say anything. Did you just lose respect in Bucky's eyes? Should you maybe say something or laugh it off? But he makes the decision for you, and your throat runs dry.

Bucky has a sinister look as he takes a few steps closer, still not saying a word. He discards his jacket and throws it to the side without care, which takes you by surprise because he looks so composed otherwise. You feel the heat spread across your face, and your ears ring slightly, the post-orgasmic haze long gone, replaced by a feeling of being on edge, which you were not sure whether you liked or not.

Bucky pulls the chair from your writing desk, lifts it with one hand, places it closer to the side of your queen bed, and picks up the lavender vibrator that you discarded not so long ago, all the while not breaking eye contact. His lips twisted in something that was a smug grin. You hold onto the blanket like your life depended on it, very well aware that you were stark naked underneath the covering. He sits back on the chair, almost dwarfing it. Your thighs clench the unapologetic way he checks you out from top to bottom slowly. Bucky leans forward in the chair, elbows resting on his knees, and curiously studies the vibrator.

You gulp, breaths coming out ragged, when you notice the tick in his jaw, and he lets out a dark chuckle.

"Thought you were in pain, sweetheart. I almost tore down the front door," he says, and a smirk adorns his face. You look at Bucky guiltily, "But you were just playing with yourself," he coos at you with hooded eyes, making your tummy flutter. You could feel the slick running down your thighs, "Bucky," you whisper, throat dry as he sits back comfortably, twirling the vibrator between his metal fingers. His thighs spread wide; his form engulfs the entire chair. He curls two fingers up and gestures forward. Obeying him without a word, you inch closer, still clutching the blanket, wanting, needing to straddle him and kiss him.

His look is unwavering as he picks you up, holding your bare ass and settles you on him with the blanket still covering your front. He lets out a deep growl that you felt resonating in his chest as you held him for support. You gasp at the feel of his bulging cock in his pants.

He pulls you impossibly closer, and you can literally feel the warmth of his entire body engulfing you. He rubs one of his hands on the bare skin of your back. His darkened eyes promised you dirty things. Your humiliation dripped away into arousal when he finally pulled you in for a kiss. It was just like the one he gave you before he left, intense with all tongue and teeth. He cards through your hair and pulls you by your nape; the slight, painful tug makes you moan without trepidation.

Breaking the kiss, he licks his lips, and they part as he breathes heavily. He places open-mouth kisses on your jaw and all the way to your throat, and you feel the need for his lips on yours again.

"My pretty girl," he rasps in your ear, nipping at your lobe, and you let out a loud cry at the sensation. He groans eagerly, pulling you into another kiss, and the way his tongue moved made you whine in need, wanting to feel his hands on you, in you. He lets out a grunt, pulling back and looking at you.

"Were you thinking of me when you played with yourself?" he demands, his voice a few octaves down, soft with a slight twinkle in his eyes and his demeanor a bit too intense. You bite your lip, hiding in the crook of his neck. "Yes," you whisper, unable to meet his intense gaze.

Bucky lets out a dark chuckle, kissing gently on your bare shoulder. His scruff felt delectable as he nipped your exposed skin. He tugged at the blanket gently, and you straightened in his lap. Bucky doesn't pull it out of your grasp but waits for you, and when you loosen the grip on the blanket, he smiles at you dreamily, letting it fall in your lap, covering just your upper thighs and pussy.

He looks down hungrily, licking his lips and looks up for permission. And if you were in a better mind, you would have rolled your eyes, but you simply nodded eagerly.

"These are mine," he says, looking up from your tits. You would have said, 'Everything is yours, Bucky,' but your throat was parched. You nod, agreeing enthusiastically, waiting for him to touch you in any way. His hand goes to your ass, and he lifts you slightly and attaches his mouth to one of them, and you let out a satisfied cry. He nuzzled your tit, running his sharp nose on the skin, applying a bit of pressure before he took your left boob into his mouth entirely and sucked, running his tongue on your nipple. You gasped pathetically as you fisted his hair and shirt in a strong vice.

"Umm," he moans, licking his lips, feeling far too lost as he keeps sucking and lapping at your tit. Holy shit, you could come just like this. You feel the hardness underneath his jeans as he rolls his hips upward slightly, and you feel the friction on you just the right way as you grind down on him, wanting to remove the blanket and tear his pants down and suck him. Your one hand travels down his chest experimentally, with nails running down his thin shirt, and he grunts loudly. You roll your hips once again, and he hisses in pleasure, throwing his head back and letting out a throaty moan. Bucky pushes your hips apart, and you whine in displeasure. He shakes his hand as one of his hand massages your tit, rubbing the pad of his thumb on your pebbled nipple.

You were perched on him, with his denim-covered thighs touching your undersides sensually.

"I will give you everything, doll, but before that...," he rasps, running his other hand down the length of your spine and squeezing your ass roughly, making you cry in pleasure.

"Show me," he orders, pulling you a bit away from him and handing you the vibrator. Mortification, that's what you felt at the sly way his eyes crinkled. He raises his brows and turns on the vibrator, and the faint buzz fills the silent room.

"Wanna see you make yourself cum," he breaths on your jaw, biting it gently, and you move closer to him, "From up close, doll, you will do that for me, won't you?" he asks quite innocently, toying with your tit running his Vibranium hand on your outer thigh and inching the pooled blanket upwards. What a dirty man!

You bite your lip in misery. Bucky Barnes was a fucking menace, and he was nowhere close to the innocent gentleman you thought he was. You knew he was charming, but how the fuck did he get to be an irresistible little shit? You have no idea.

He saw you concede and let out a sly grin. "This is obstructing my view," he says, pulling off the blanket, and you choke on your breath, gasping as you were now sitting on your fully dressed man while you were buck naked with a vibrator in your hand.

Your man, though. Your man!

You couldn't possibly conjure up such an erotic dream now, could you?

Holy shit! You were not going to last long.

He looks down at your bare pussy, and he moans needily, grasping your waist and squeezing it, licking his lips and looking at you.

"Fucking pretty and all mine, go on, show me, fuck yourself," he orders, adjusting you on his lap. Propriety was a long-lost dream at this point. So, when you shyly touch your clit with the vibrator, you whimper in delight. And Bucky holds you grounded on the spot. Before long, you were lost in the familiar haze, pushing the vibrator inside your slick channel and needing to close your legs for better friction, but his legs and the position he held you in were thwarting you from moving. His right palm stretched on your upper thigh, and he squeezed tightly, leaving red marks all over. He moved his hand to the inner thigh, massaging the skin with a bit more pressure, and you felt your pussy clench in delight, and you just wanted his rough fingers touching you.

He didn't move, though, "Please," you begged. Bucky nodded, pulling you in for another short kiss and looked at you intensely, the way the vibrator slips in and out, and the way your slick coats it. He groans, biting his lower lip and moves his hand to squeeze your hip while his metal palm rubs the underside of your tit before squeezing it.

The coldness of his palm, the sensual way he was rubbing your ass, and his presence in general surmounted your senses, and you careened to your orgasm. However, the vibrator died, and you gasped breathlessly, cursing your fate.

Your frustrated cry and his laughter resound in your hazy mind, and he tuts, almost condescendingly, "That's unfortunate," he says with a smug smile. You would have retorted, but your needy mind resigns to begging him instead.

"Touch me, please, Bucky… please," with tears running down your cheeks.

"Are you sure?" he asks. "I'll smack you if you don't touch me," your frustrated cry earns another chuckle. "You never have to beg me for anything, doll," he says, fingers inching closer and closer to your pussy, and you wait, tethered on the edge of pleasure. "Well, maybe sometimes…," he stops as an afterthought, and you grip his palm, trying to pull him closer to where you want, but he resists. "I would love for you to beg," he says, bringing your clutching palm to his mouth. He places a kiss on the inside of your palm and moves to kiss your fingers; his tongue peeks out slightly as he licks your tips.

"Bucky," you gasp as he looks at you with need, lets go of your hand, and runs his rough tips from the middle of your chest to the lower abdomen, halting slightly.

"You got somewhere to be?" he mocks, and you look at him surprised.

Smug son of a gun!

"So pretty," he says, finally, running his fingers across your slick heat and turning his hand to cup you, palming your aching mound, and his fingertips brush against your wet channel. He lets out a loud, filthy sound as you breathlessly arch your back. He slowly inches his middle finger inside your wet channel until his first knuckle, and you buck in his lap. "You are clenching me so tight." He hisses as he looks down dreamily. Bucky's look, the days and days of needing him and the first touch made you reel as your orgasm hit you embarrassingly fast.

Needing to feel him much closer, your hand moves down and lifts his shirt, and he helps you remove it.

"You're perfect," you run your palm down his chest, admiring him and feeling lucky to be his.

He gazes up at you and grins shyly.

"She's dripping for me, baby girl," he says, looking at you amazed. "All for you," you agree.

That made him snap. "Fucking right," he says, standing up and pushing the chair away with his foot and depositing you on the bed as he hovers over you with his metal arm beside your head and kisses you senseless, leaving you completely out of breath, his fingers running up and down your pussy lips, his thumb roughly circles the clit while his metal arm caresses your cheek softly, and you wail in pleasure, rolling your hips into his hand. He moves down to place kisses on your throat, and you mewl, feeling too sensitive.

He sits on his heels and pulls you up. You squeak at the way he manhandles you so effortlessly.

"Been dreaming of you for so long," he says, squeezing your thighs and pushing you to arch your back into the air. Bucky's eyes twinkle under the dim light from the lamp when he looks at you. "I love you," he says softly, kissing your chin and nipping it slightly.

He rubs his thumb on your clit, and you clench in need. "I know," he whispers, almost cooing as he gently bites your ear.

"Stop me if it's too much," he says and waits, and you realize he is asking for your consent. "Yes, Bucky… just fuck me." You cry in need. He pulls your chin, "Look at me," he orders, pushes his finger slightly and slowly fucks you with it, and it feels magical. "Fuck," you shout, gasping for air as he angles his finger dexterously exploring inside, and you arch off his lap.

"Should I stop?" he asks worriedly, and you look at him like he's crazy. "No," you wanted to say but cried in delight.

But when he stops moving and looks at you with concern, you muster up your sanity and shake your head. "Keep going, lover boy," you rasp, and he does, pushing a bit more, and he chuckles into your mouth, breathing heavily, lips parted. He looks like a fucking dream. He lowers you down on the bed and moves his finger inside you, angling around to test what makes you tick. When you feel the familiar twist in your lower belly, you wail out, moaning his name like a prayer.

"So tight. How will you take me, baby? We gotta stretch her nice for me," he grunts, his jaw clenched, still holding your gaze.

"I don't think you'll be able to walk for quite some time. I'll carry you around. I don't mind," Bucky muses thoughtfully, and your eyes roll back as the pleasure combusts in you again.

"Eyes on me," he orders, and you clench him hard.

You obey, staring into his almost darkened eyes and feeling the need to please him so badly it appalls you. You arch off the bed as he pushes another finger in completely. You feel his palm flatten on your clit, rubbing sensually. "Aww look how needy she is," he chuckles and fucks you with a renewed effort. You scrape your nails on his back, and he clenches his jaw. You tilt your face up and nip at his jaw gently.

He sets a languid pace, and before long, you were clutching his forearm as leverage with both your hands and rolling your hips forward and come with such a force that your breath hitches. He pecks your jaw softly.

When he massages your overstimulated clit, you pull away from him. He lets out a satisfied chuckle as he leans down on you, holding your jaw to look into your eyes, and pops the fingers that just fucked you into his mouth and groans in pleasure.

Your cheeks flush as you look at him, shocked, blushing at his action.

"You taste better than plums," Bucky nods to himself, picks you up, and gently settles you on the pillows like you weigh nothing.

"I need a proper taste," he declares, running his hand on the back of your thigh, bending at the knee and placing it on his right shoulder while holding down the other as he places his forearm on your stomach, holding you down. His metal palm runs on the inside of your thigh before you hear the whirring, and he looks at you slyly as he separates your pussy lips and licks his lips. He blows gently, and you clench on nothing, letting out unholy pornographic noises.

"You don't have to," you say, suddenly feeling shy. "It's funny you think I'm doing you a favor," Bucky states, kissing your clit, and you moan. He hovers back up to you, speaking against your mouth. "I've been dying to devour you for a long time, doll, so lie back and let me eat you in peace," he says, and you gasp as he kisses you once more before moving down.

"Fucking gorgeous," he whispers. "See for yourself. Keep those pretty eyes on me," he prompts as you close your eyes. Sitting back on his heels, Bucky unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down and discarding them somewhere behind. He leans down and rubs his nose on yours, "Say, stop, and I will," he promises softly, and you nod reverently, holding onto every little thing.

"But first," He straightens up, picks up your vibrator and chucks it away to a corner. The vibrator clinks to the corner of your desk and falls down somewhere you can't see. "You won't be needing it, I'm here…and that's nothing close to the real deal." He winks at your shocked face. You can't help but giggle, but as soon as his mouth descends on your aching and needy pussy, you ascend into your pleasure just as fast.

Bucky Barnes was a fucking handsome grumpy menace. And he's all yours.

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