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themculibrary · 1 year

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High School AU’s Masterlist 2

part one

A Play On Mischief (ao3) - SmurfsTasteGoodOnToast loki/sylvie T, 32k

Summary: When a new girl shows up and punches him in the face, Loki isn't so enthused to have to share the stage with her. Though over time, it seems everyone just might be falling for the wrong person. Sylvie/Loki HS Au

Be Still My Foolish Heart (Don’t Ruin This On Me) (ao3) - thiccbuckybarnes steve/bucky E, 15k

Summary: Bucky Barnes ends up at a house party that he really shouldn’t be at on a Saturday night.

– Or, the super angsty high school au I’ve always wanted.

Bullying (ao3) - xMarrrvelx steve/tony T, 4k

Summary: Steve finds out that Tony has been a victim of bullying for ages…so, naturally, he wants to help.

can't for the life of me (ao3) - prxntiss gamora/peter M, 38k

Summary: “I promise I’m not just tryna get you in my bed… unless it’s working?”

She shoved him so hard that he almost fell off the path. “In your dreams, Quill.”

[ in which peter and gamora are flustered teenagers who are strongly in denial ]

Complicated (ao3) - Shaderose harley/peter T, 6k

Summary: Harley becomes someone different to fit in at school. Peter is frustrated with it, but let’s it go, thinking he’ll stop eventually and go back to being the person he loves. Then, Harley does something unimaginable, and everything comes to a head.

Facing Bullies (ao3) - JustAnotherFan05 pepper/tony G, 4k

Summary: When Pepper Potts (Stark) gets an invitation to attend her high school reunion, she ends up facing some of her old high school bullies. And even though things got a little tense, in the end, she realizes that facing her bullies was the best closure she could ever ask for.

Fly (ao3) - smilexdarling steve/tony, clint/natasha T, 5k

Summary: Sometimes, all it takes is getting beaten up by bullies, an awkward meeting in a bathroom, and an undone fly to rekindle a friendship. OrThat time Tony was self-sacrificing in order to benefit Steve; Sam, Bucky, and Clint were the best bros a guy could ask for; and Natasha was an absolute legend.

Hot Nerd Chic (ao3) - OneSmartChicken bucky/tony G, 4k

Summary: In which Bucky has a thing for cute nerds, Tony has many things (including a crush), and they go to school.

Impress Her (ao3) - angstydisaster yelena/kate T, 4k

Summary: "You..don't know?" Peter asks puzzled, "Wait have you ever talked to her?"

"No.." Kate mumbles.

"KATE!"

"What?! Really?!"

"I'm so disappointed in you"

"I like to just admire from afar, okay?" Kate replies defensively.

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Kate wants to learn Russian after finding out that her crush spoke the language, so she asks someone she knows who speaks it for help. ~ High School AU

Just A Friend (ao3) - AlexaNDYE pepper/tony T, 5k

Summary: Some old fashion High School troubles between friends.

Love on a Wire (ao3) - UlternateFreak harley/peter T, 43k

Summary: Between his parent’s divorce, and his breakup with golden-girl, Gwen Stacy - designated, on and off again, asshole - Harley Keener, finds himself feeling rather lost. But a chance encounter with Peter Parker - a boy he had only ever hated before now - begins to change that.

Or, the Midtown High School AU inspired by the song: Black Sheep by Metric (Scott Pilgrim). In which Peter Parker might just be what Harley Keener needs to find even the smallest trace of happiness.

melody calling (ao3) - kingdavidbowie clint/loki, pepper/tony G, 4k

Summary: High school AU in which Loki wears hoodies, Clint wears combat boots and Pepper has immaculate taste in music) Also in which Loki has a song for planning to take over the world, Clint has a song for saving it and Steve is a champion discus thrower)

Messages of Love (ao3) - flyingorfalling pepper/tony M, 6k

Summary: Their story began the day he left his number on the stall wall of the unisex bathroom—not imagining anyone would even pay much attention to it—and a text message from an unknown number arrived only half an hour later during math class. He remembered asking her how she was doing, and her telling him that it was the worst week ever and she just needed someone to talk to.

Never Been Kissed (ao3) - Neverever steve/tony T, 5k

Summary: Tony and Steve have been long time friends at Shield Academy, a high school for wanna-be superheroes and support teams. Junior Prom is coming up and Tony plans to ask Steve to the prom. But complications happen.

Prom Night (ao3) - Lucy bruce/tony M, 4k

Summary: Bruce is depressed about the upcoming prom. Tony doesn't get it, until he does.

Teenage Kicks (ao3) - roe87 steve/bucky T, 65k

Summary: Bucky Barnes, certified dork and generally uncool nerd, starts 9th grade without friends and still carrying a torch for Steve Rogers, all round popular kid and star athlete at school who is so far out of Bucky's league he may as well be the moon.

Then Bucky makes a new friend, new student and fellow dork Kamala Khan.

Kamala is putting together a band, which is certainly a lot cooler than anything Bucky has ever done and he gets swept along for the ride, gaining new friends and a newfound confidence on the way.

Which is just when Steve Rogers seems to notice him, and Bucky wonders if the moon isn't so far out of reach after all.

Too busy being yours (ao3) - everythingisconnected harley/peter M, 13k

Summary: Harley and Peter end up being roommates at MIT.

Neither of them know they both know Tony, until they find out and end up starting to catch feelings.

In which Tony Stark is a little shit who ships it, and is a bad influence on Morgan who helps him out a little, unintentionally.

we're invincible, remember? (ao3) - Possiblyenjoyable bruce/tony, brief pepper/tony E, 80k

Summary: Time moves slowly for Tony. He's tried everything he could possibly think of to make time move faster, but God, it's impossible. He remembers when he used to think time moved too quickly, back when he and Bruce were online best buddies and before Bruce's Skype icon disappeared from his computer when he was twelve. Now, he just wants everything to be over and done with. Until he sees a familiar face the start of his senior year of high school.

Or, the one where Tony and Bruce were childhood best friends before Bruce disappeared for six years.

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strangermarvelss · 3 years

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happier- s.r & b.b (pt 2)

Pairing: stucky x female!reader

Summary: the aftermath of a breakup (inspired by “happier” by olivia rodrigo)

Warnings: angst, poly relationship, major sadness

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: here is a highly requested part two to this fic I wrote earlier. Hope you enjoy! -sava

Steve POV

You felt sick. Absolutely disgusted with yourself. Things haven’t been the same between you and Bucky ever since he broke up with Y/N for the two of you. Seeing the look on her face, when you could bring yourself to look at her, you knew she was heartbroken. She didn’t want to show it, but you knew she was. And the way things have been around the compound lately, it was even more conformation.

You stare at the ceiling of your shared room with Bucky as you lie on the bed, the bed you once shared with Bucky AND Y/N, but now only your boyfriend. Sighing, you sit up and look to Bucky, who was getting dressed for the day. The two of you make eye contact, and Bucky sighs in annoyance.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks, sitting next to you on the bed. He grabbed your hand and you laced your fingers with his.

“No, no I’m not,” You tell him, turning your head to face him. He rubs your cheek with his opposite hand and leans his forehead against yours.

“I know, it was dumb of me to ask. But you know there was no other way. It’s what’s best for her,” he explains to you again.

You know that, you were able to comprehend that much. But also, part of you still didn’t understand. And you wished it could’ve worked out some other way.

Part of you wondered if this was affecting Bucky as much as it did you. The two of you haven’t talked about the breakup since it happened, you both comforted each other after she left that night. But Bucky won’t talk about it anymore. Maybe he’s better at this stuff than you are, able to move on more quickly. Back in the 40’s, he was quite the ladies man, so I’m sure he learned to move on quickly. Plus we have each other, so it’s not like we’re lonely.

And yet, you can’t stop thinking about her.

Y/N POV

Y/N L/N STATUS: CLEARED - HEALTH TEAM

Great. Getting cleared by the health team for your hands meant not only could you go back to training on a regular basis, but it also meant you were available to be sent on missions again. You were nervous, hoping they would only send you on missions with Wanda, Peter, or Thor, when he’s on world of course. Or worse case scenario, a team mission, where there’s a bunch of you so it wouldn’t be as awkward taking instructions from Steve. You just hope Fury doesn’t send you with Steve or Bucky…or both.

You throw on a big black sweater and some leggings and walk out of your room. You’ve moved past the constant sneaking around your teammates, as it isn’t as awkward anymore when walking into public areas of the compound. It’s still a bit uncomfortable, especially if Steve or Bucky are in the rooms you happen to be in, but you don’t give them the satisfaction of even looking their way, let alone speaking to them.

The rest of the team has been somewhat helpful during the last few weeks since you had your last big breakdown in the elevator. You were still also kind of avoiding Sam and Natasha, as they were great friends with both Steve and Bucky, so you had a feeling that if sides were being taken in this breakup, they would side with the two super soldiers, which didn’t surprise you at all. You just wished things would be more civil.

Walking into the living area where everyone hangs out, you see Wanda and Vision sitting on the couch together with Peter playing his Switch. You went to the next room, the kitchen, and grabbed a glass of water before heading back into the living area.

“Hey Y/N,” Wanda says, pulling her attention away from Vision to focus on you. One of the many things you liked about your friendship with Wanda was that she was very attentive, even when hanging out with her synthozoid boyfriend. You smiled and sat next to her on the couch.

“Y/N, do you want to play Smash Bros with me? I can hook up to the TV,” Peter offered, looking up from his switch. You nodded and set the glass of water down.

You, Peter, and Wanda have gotten quite close over the last few weeks. They were able to help you get out of your room all the time and open up more around the rest of the team, which you were really grateful for. You three were friends before, but not close like you were now. It was a nice way to bond and now, they are the ones you go to if you ever need anything. It used to be Steve and Bucky, but going to them isn’t an option.

“So Y/N, how are you feeling about everything?” Wanda asked. You were picking your character, Kirby of course, and look over to her.

“I’m okay. It’s definitely better I feel, not as awkward,” you tell her with a slight smile. She gives you a big smile and wraps her arms around you for a big hug. Just as your about to start the round, all of your phones go off with a message.

“Pause it real quick Peter,” you say, pulling your phone from your pocket. You look at the screen and you freeze, goosebumps crawling up your body as chills are sent up your spine.

Y/N L/N, STEVE ROGERS: REPORT TO THE HANGER FOR OVERNIGHT MISSION. TAKE OFF T-MINUS 30 MINUTES

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” you say, tossing your phone to the side and running your hands through your hair. This is exactly what you have been dreading since seeing the cleared message this morning. Why would Fury deliberately put you on a mission with Steve? Yes he’s the captain, but you knew he was in on the gossip that had been filling the halls of the compound. All the Avengers knew, the agents, he was bound to know as well.

“Y/N, are you going to be okay with this?” Wanda asks, putting a reassuring hand on your back to comfort you if you needed it. You let out a big sigh and shake your head.

“No,” you began to say, starting to get up off the couch. “But I’m gonna have to be.”

Steve POV

They picked Y/N to send on the mission with him. Of all the Avengers that are on the team and all the capable agents to send, Fury chose to have Y/N come with you on this mission. Her first mission since the breakup as well, and she has to see one of her exes? You had to talk to Fury about this. You still care for her and don’t want to make this situation any more awkward than it has to be.

“Fury! Can we talk?” You asked, running to catch him before the elevator closes.

“If this is about the mission you have to leave for in 25 minutes now, then no. You and Y/N will be fine working together, so suck it up. I know what happened between you, her, and Barnes, and you’ll live,” he explains to you, pressing the floor to the lobby.

“But sir, with all do respect-“

“Enough, Captain. You’re going to make me late for my dinner plans. And you’re going to be late for your mission. So go,” he tells you once more, signaling you out of the elevator. You huff and make your way down the hallway. The least he could’ve done was listen to you speak, and not just dismiss you right away.

You start packing your overnight bag with essentials for the mission and to get you through the night. You weren’t sure what the mission might end up coming to, so you packed maybe a little too much. But there is nothing wrong with being prepared.

Making your way to the hanger all suited up, you spot Bucky waiting there for you. He has a look of concern on his face, knowing that being paired up with Y/N might not be the best decision that has been made.

“Hey, are you going to be okay with this? I know you’re still feeling-“

“I will be fine Buck. Mission comes first, despite my feelings,” you reassure him, holding onto him close and resting your forehead against his. You hear a loud cough, breaking you away from your boyfriend and seeing Y/N, staring daggers at the both of you. You break eye contact with her and look to the floor, a pang of guilt and sadness rushing through you now.

“Why wasn’t I informed about a mission brief?” She asked, adjusting her overnight bag on her shoulder. You felt bad for her, she probably thinks every one is leaving her in the dark, which isn’t true at all.

“Fury thought it’d be best if I did that on the way. Plus it was randomly assigned, too urgent to get into details before,” you explained, covering up how you felt on the inside to put on a professional front. You had to keep a strong hold on yourself, because if you let your true colors show, things would just get messy.

She scoffs and turns her attention to Wanda, who you assumed walked her to the hanger. You had noticed how close they had gotten in the recent weeks, as you kept an eye on Y/N, despite Bucky telling you to do your best to move on. It was harder than he anticipated, and even Bucky knew he was having a hard time, after the decision you both agreed on. You just can’t help but miss the woman you love.

You watch Y/N climb on to the quinjet and turn back to your boyfriend. He gives you a smile and kisses your lips briefly, knowing you have to leave. You let out a small sigh and look him in the eyes, silently telling him that you might not be able to do this.

“If you need anything just let me know. You got this baby,” he tells you, running his hand through your hair quickly. You smiled and leaned into his touch.

“I know. What could go wrong?”

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munsnz · 3 years

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Hii hope you're having a great week! If you feel like writing it i was thinking of a steve h x wheeler!reader, where they're having a dinner at the wheeler's and reader is nervous thinking it's going to be awkward and all but it actually goes pretty well.

LOVELY MESS — STEVE HARRINGTON

WARNINGS: anxiety, language??

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x GN! Wheeler! Reader

PSYCHOIE RADIO: What You Like — Wallows

L: Tysm for requesting anon!! This is actually something I’ve been wanting to write for a long ass time, and I’m so sorry this is a month late, I was In a rut for the third time this year, but finally, here it is!!

“Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay!” The kind-hearted guy, leaned towards you by the metal, old lockers, while you switched your books, shaking your head side to side, “Come on, whatever happened to Nance and I is over.”

Your eyes shifted to meet Steve Harrington’s, your 6-month boyfriend, who was also your younger sister’s ex boyfriend, Nancy Wheeler. Although she may have been younger, Nancy had it all, popularity, the smarts, and the looks, except you, the shadowed sister. Even your brother Mike Wheeler knew that Nance had outshined you, still being younger than you. That terribly tumbled apart as soon as Nancy confessed that she no longer loved Steve, telling him it was all bullshit, the words that hurt Steve those past nights.

You somehow got ahold of him, to get over the breakup as the two of you fought for the fate of the world along the group of kids, Mike’s friends, bringing you guys closer, leading up to confessing their feelings for one another.

“Steve I’d think it would be a bad idea.”

”How would it be a bad idea if we never tried it?” Steve cheekily grins, placing a warm kiss on your thin lips, smiling between them. You pushed his chest away with your hands, making him whine, “One more kiss come on! Or else we’ll have to go to the dinner!!”

You placed a notebook to block his wildly handsome face from kissing you again, giggling hysterically, “No, that’s my final answer.”

Steve had always been so fond about your family, the Wheelers, he knew Mike due to the previous events with the Mind Flayer and has met your mom when he was together with Nancy. But you still think it’d be awkward, you were going to bring your boyfriend, not your friend, nor Nancy’s boyfriend, but yours.

In denial, you always tried to not touch the subject, scared of it going wrong. As you saw Steve pout and cross his arms like a child, he mumbled, “I promised it’ll be ok, just let me go for once.”

”You already went to their house!” You squeaked as your palm hit his shoulder, slapping him playfully.

Steve raises his eyebrows, straightening his face while he sternly stares at you, “Yeah but I went as Nancy’s boyfriend, not yours right? So give me a shot honey.”

“I don’t know,” You started pacing along the hallway to get to class, knowing you were five minutes late, the weirdest thoughts flooding in. What if your parents don’t like the fact you’re with Steve? What if they prefer Nancy with him instead? What if-

Clearing his throat and whispering in your ear, Steve mumbled jokingly, “I know you’re overthinking Y/N.”

“Stop it!” You move a strand of hair from your face, clutching your books tighter, strolling away from him to the hallway of lockers, “What if it gets awkward? What if my parents don’t like the fact you’re with me!?”

”Can you at least think about it?” He shouts from afar, leaving his arms in the air, trying to get your attention while you tried your best to ignore him.

Soon enough, a teacher peeped their head out of the corresponding room towards the hallway for the source of disruption to find Steve’s tall figure continuing to get your attention, “Harrington! Off to class, you’re late!”

”Right! I’m sorry m’am,” Steve rapidly nods, zooming away to his Basketball period, where he knew for sure he’d get in trouble with the couch for being late. Still awaiting for his proposal to be answered with his loving mess, for a one of a kind dinner with your family, the Wheelers.

”Mike I swear to god you better not embarrass me!” You rush down the rug stairs, fixing your hair as you tucked it behind your ear, chasing your younger brother down. After Steve’s persuasion driving you nuts for that same day you both talked, you finally gave in to bring him over on a Thursday night under one condition, he wasn’t allowed to embarrass you or himself, just to keep things proper, and not awkward between your family.

As the days grew closer to the date of the dinner, the more anxious you got to the point you couldn’t bare to see Steve, keeping you and your thoughts to yourself for the past weeks. It was simple, a simple gathering with your family and boyfriend.

What could go wrong?

Everything and anything. From your parents making you look like a fool to be going out with your sister’s ex to Steve making a terrible impression on them although he’s met them already. You weren’t so logical, you were scared, not nervous but scared. What if this whole dinner would be an awkward disaster full of embarrassment and inconvenience?

But here you were, getting ready for the small event taking place in your home, chasing your brother to shut him up due to his witty comments. Now shoving your little sister Holly softly on the side to clear Mike’s path, he taunted, “Well I’m not the one kissing the pillow thinking it’s Steve! Mwah mwah!”

”Thats not true, Mike!”

You tried to reach to stop Mike from speeding through the kitchen but before you could make any other move, Mrs. Wheeler scolds at you two, “No running inside the house!”

”Sorry mom!” Both you and Mike loudly shout, slowing down your pace, suddenly catching up to Mike by dragging the collar of his blue striped polo.

As he squealed in pain and angst, you tackle him to the couch, tickling his sides on the soft brown cushion, “I got you! Now say it! Surrender!”

”Never!” His high-pitched giggled filled the cozy room, squirming under you, trying to free from your grip. Another wave of the tingles on his ribs were coming back, your fingers moving on his back.

You continued to make him laugh hysterically, lowering your voice to mimicking a villain both of you once watched on tv during a weekend night, “You must proclaim yourself as a liar! Or ye shall face the consequences!”

“I will not surrender-“

Instantly after the sharing of laughter being held by the siblings, you heard the rhythmic chime from the doorbell, Holly was making a fuss about her lack of apple juice in her sippy cup as Nancy tried to leave the porcelain plates on the clothed table in the dining room. You and Mike frantically got up from the couch after your mother was pulling you away apart, “Hey, he’s here!”

Shit.

You knew for a fact your loved one was here, an awful feel of unease aroused, making you tense unlike the past few moments before you heard the doorbell. Steve Harrington was here, at your door, for dinner with your family.

Gulping nervously, you hurried to get the door, but surprisingly Mrs. Wheeler got there before you could stand up from the comfortable couch, your heart pacing at an unstoppable speed, ruffling your top. Mrs. Wheeler opened the wooden door to find that same familiar, attractive face, both Mike and you peering on the side, roses in his hands.

”Mrs. Wheeler!” Steve kindly greets, handing her the bouquet of roses at the door, making her receive them with a soft grin.

“Hey there Steve- oh!” Mrs. Wheeler yelps when Mike harshly shoved you next to your mother, bumping shoulders with her, goofily grinning in front of him.

”Hi Steve,” You childly mimicked, but realizing the fool you made yourself look like, regretting your stupid action you made in front of your boyfriend.

As your mom signaled the brunette to walk inside the welcoming room, Steve lightly pecked your cheek, slightly bringing you closer to himself from the side as both of you solemnly walked inside the warm room. Watching the two of you, Mike made smooching and kissing noises behind you, kicking him in the shin, squeaks of pain coming out of your younger brother’s mouth in order for him to shut up.

And right as you saw Nancy slightly wave at him while walking off rapidly to find Holly for dinnertime, a sense of insecurity rushed in you. You leisurely shifted away from him, his eyes darting towards you knowing that something was up while Mrs. Wheeler rushed to the kitchen for the home cooked meal. Only 5 minutes in of the gathering and you were an anxious mess already, quietly panicking if anything else so terrible would happen, your fingers tapping the side of your thighs where they stood upon you.

“You know you can sit down right?” A gentle voice, your sister’s voice perked in the silence telling Steve. Nancy holding the little one in her arms, moved to sit Holly down as Mike lounged in the wooden chair almost staring you down jokingly to see your funny expressions.

Steve whips his head around, chuckling softly, pulling out a chair for you to sit in, “Yeah, this is why this is a dinner Nancy. You know, for sitting down and eating?”

A silence formed between the five of you, later on creating an awkward melody of chuckles being shared between Nancy and Steve, then turning away from each other, leaving this pit in your stomach at such uncomfortable state. Thoughts. Terrible thoughts rolled in meanwhile you sat which Steve offered to give you, Mike’s eyes widening while drinking the glass of milk being on the top of the table to try his best not to giggle.

Afterwards, Mrs. Wheeler interrupted the awfully weird silence with a fake, cheerful tone you knew wouldn’t be her usual self, carrying in the large plate with roasted chicken. She strictly ushered you and Nancy to bring in the rest of the side dishes from the kitchen out to the dining room as Mike and Steve chatted a little before your father strolled in to greet your boyfriend.

“Chill out Y/N,” Nancy places her thin hand on your left arm calmly, you turned your head around you understand what she was saying, “You seem tense, it’s okay.”

You scoffed at her comment jokingly, placing the bowl of greens onto the table when Nancy put the dish with fresh mashed potatoes as well. All of you took a seat, ready to feast, Steve clearing his throat to speak up, “Thank you so much Mrs. Wheeler for inviting me and for this wonderful dinner.”

“No problem Steve, ever since we met you with Nancy, you’ve been a great guy,” Your mother softly smiled, but changed her expressions once you shot your eyes towards her, “Anyways, enjoy the meal.”

Mumbles of thank yous and your welcomes being shared between one another, beginning to eat the delicious food for the evening. Shakily, you grabbed onto the silver fork, stabbing it into the chicken to eat it, the sound of plates moving around and cups being sipped, you decided to speak up, “Steve has been hanging out with Mike lately, they’re getting alone quite well.”

Your mother’s eyes widened, “Oh really? That seems like fun, having an older brother figure must be pretty cool knowing that Mike has grown up with a house full of girls right?”

Caught off guard from his meal, Mike hesitantly nodded while he falsely smiled, peering over to Steve for an agreement, “Yeah, Mike might be a little trouble with the rest of the boys, but he’s fun to be with at times.”

”A little trouble,” Your brother repeated jokingly under his breath, applying a mischievous look on his face, leaning back onto his chair, “I don’t think Y/N and Steve studying their human anatomy is-“

Before any reactions were being made from the regrettable comment your annoying brother made, Nancy slapped her hand across his mouth to shut up before he said anymore weird nonsense about you and your significant other. Steve worriedly glanced towards you with a beet red tinted face, almost wishing your mom hadn’t heard him while you stuffed your face trying to hide your expression.

“Michael what was that?” Mrs. Wheeler shot up a look towards your brother, laying her fork down with a confused face, “Human anatomy?”

In a stuttering mess, you tried to bring up some lame excuse to cover up along with Steve, you were sick to your core, knowing the stupidity that Mike claimed to be. It could be that your parents would say something terrible, you were flushed in multiple shades of red. You knew this dinner was even more terrible than expected, now your brother was making you and Steve look like a couple of fools, your hands sweating. Nancy chimed in to help between your idiotic stumbling, “It was this code name Mike used with the party and them.”

“Mmm yeah totally!” Steve wearily smiled, readjusting the hem of his red blouse he wore, watching you nod in response, a wave of relief washing inside you, “It’s the most oblivious things that are the most secretive, right Mike?”

Both you and Nancy darted a death glare towards the black-haired boy, who nodded rapidly under the threat of the siblings, “Yeah, Dustin was the one who made it up.”

”Kids these days,” Your father, Mr. Wheeler mumbles, slicing his part of the chicken in half with the butter knife as he shook his head.

Mrs. Wheeler humbly agreed, you mouthed a silent “thank you” towards Nancy’s direction, giving you a kind thumbs up later to kick Mike’s shin under the table, a quiet yelp escaping his lips for the second time. Later, feeling your hands gripping ever so tightly onto Steve’s large ones, being placed on your shaky leg.

Nancy brought up a conversation about an upcoming school event for the seniors at Hawkins High, Steve being able to catch up on the conversation. The mood was slightly calmer than it were before, things lessened up a bit as your harsh grip softened, feeling more balmy. Your boyfriend smiled, while looking off to your mom and dad who were intrigued by the conversation you were all having. Peace at last, worries washed away, it was okay.

Giggles and words were filled the large home, dessert was already handed out, Steve was on a roll to making your parents life along with your siblings, everything had merrily turned out great except the part where your mother talked about your embarrassing stories when you were little. This wasn’t so bad after all, Steve was definitely correct for once.

“Okay I have one more joke,” Your boyfriend sighed happily after the amount of laughter shared, your cheeks almost hurt from smiling too much. Steve set down his spoon then proceeded, “What did the grape say when they squished it?”

Everyone on the table shrugged, waiting for the hilarious response from him, Mike being close to burst into laughter before he said anything until Steve cleared his throat to answer, “Nothing, it just whined a little, get it?”

Once the joke was heard, your family surrounded the room with laughter, Mrs. Wheeler happily sighed after catching her breath, getting up to take the dessert plates back to the kitchen, picking one up at a time. Meanwhile your father and sister chuckled, you smiled like a freak towards Steve who was sitting next to you, holding your hand.

“See? I told you you shouldn’t have worried about his,” He whispers softly, giving you a light kiss, smiling as well, “You’re a lovely mess.”

You smacked his shoulder, earning a laugh from him, “I know I know, but at least I’m your lovely mess right?”

”Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Both Nancy and Mike, your siblings chanted with cheeky smiles plastered on their face, being in front of you and overhearing your conversation. Steve leaned in and shut his eyes to peck your lips, suddenly you placed a napkin in front of you to avoid him, catching him off guard. Such small act brought your siblings to laugh at him, he shook his head playfully, sniggering along. Maybe this wasn’t so bad, this brought all of you together, it was okay, no, better than okay. I guess it was just Steve’s lovely mess.

tags — @samiyamuntaha @thepowerstoner @ughgclden

masterlist — request open

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sortasirius · 4 years

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what makes you think the writers want deancas? not trying to be an asshole, i'm just genuinely curious as to why you think that. i know berens' episodes are pretty heavy with subtext so i can see why you'd say that he wants it, but i'm not so sure about the rest of the writers/dabb. it seems like meghan isn't a huge fan either, given her "they twisted it so fast" tweet :/ of course she's a very new writer (think she's only writing one ep this season?) but still

OKAY this is a great question, welcome to my dissertation.

I’m going to address the end of your question first. Meghan is actually DeanCas positive, she has been for quite a long time. She actually, a few years back, posted a picture of her reading a literal book about Destiel and captioned it “writing reading” or something like that.

This whole thing just comes out of a boiling over of tensions because of how nasty fandom twitter can be. Like I said here, I think this has just gotten blown out of proportion, they shouldn’t have posted all this randomly disparaging stuff, but also like...can you blame them? The fandom is a lot, we always have been, and they’re probably also under a gag order not to talk about the finale, and are annoyed that people keep asking.

So nah, Meg is not anti Destiel.

To the first part!! So let’s take a look at the show runners since Cas has been around.

Seasons 4 and 5: Kripke

Seasons 6 and 7: Gamble

Seasons 8-11ish: Carver

Seasons 11ish-15: Dabb

So starting with Kripke. Okay, yes, I will be the first to admit that we have some pretty incredible Destiel moments in these seasons, but it’s less directly written into the plot and much more from Misha and Jensen’s uhhhh ~chemistry~. The only times it was directly written into the script was when the episode was handled by someone like Edlund (“On The Head Of A Pin,” “The End,” “My Bloody Valentine”). And you have to remember, if in season 5, there are moments here and there where you’re like huh that’s suspiciously romantic dialogue, remember that Cas took Anna’s place. Anna was supposed to be endgame for Dean, but due to a myriad of issues and Misha’s general greatness, Anna was replaced with Cas.

Onto 6 and 7. Hmmm. Gamble. 6 and 7 are my two least favorite seasons and that’s no secret, and that’s not only due to the plain old weird shit in the overall storyline, but also that homegirl killed off Cas in s7 and then Bobby like four episodes later. (Also it ALWAYS rubbed me the wrong way they couldn’t have Baby in that season lol). We still had some great DeanCas moments, but again, it wasn’t really written into the overall arc (until they had to change the end of season 7 because of tanking ratings and bring Misha back lol, anyone remember the fact that Dean kept Cas’ jacket and would randomly dream of him? Yeah.). But we still had those moments, those distinctly romantic moments, probably the best example in these two seasons is from Edlund again, specifically “The Man Who Would be King,” I wrote a little about that here.

We move onto Carver, who gave us, at this point, the most overt DeanCas season with season 8 (season gr8 is a better name imo), and this is the first time Dean and Cas’ relationship is directly written as an arc of the season. I mean, you have everything in Purgatory, Dean “seeing” Cas everywhere, the fact that he felt so guilty that Cas stayed in Purgatory that he manipulated his own memories to think that he was the one that failed Cas, because he couldn’t comprehend that Cas would want to leave him, and let’s not forget Dean snapping Cas out of Naomi’s hold on him in “Goodbye Stranger.” It was a very obvious shift, not enough to alert the general audience, but more than enough for most of us in fandom.

It’s also important to note that this is when Andrew stopped co writing with Loflin and started writing his own episodes (”Hunter Heroici” anyone?) I like Loflin fine, but Dabb was able to stretch his legs a little bit more once he stopped co-writing, and we also began to see some DeanCas themes in his solo episodes.

In any case, them and their issues being a big part of the seasons continued with Carver, and Berens entered the scene, his first episode (”Heaven Can’t Wait”) is one of my favorites, with human Cas and the fanfiction gap and Dean and Cas just generally being awkward and funny and sweet. This is Bobo’s FIRST episode, remember that. He comes right out of the gate with it.

Also in Season 9, this is when Dean takes the Mark of Cain, and the Cas/Colette mirror is born, so obviously, Dean and Cas are the fabric of the season once again. This is also the season where Metatron says Cas is “in love with humanity,” and then immediately refers to Dean as Humanity so uhhhh yeah.

Onto season 10, Dabb and Berens continue with their greatness (I could write pages on the DeanCas date in “The Things We Left Behind” alone). And then we have one of the best scenes in the entire show in “The Prisoner” where the Cas/Colette mirror continues and Dean, driven by grief and pain and rage and the Mark, still doesn’t kill Cas. He still can’t kill Cas.

Season 11 is important because it takes choice away from both Cas and Dean, and shows us, as the audience, how much losing each other takes out of them. We saw in season 10 how much losing Dean takes from Cas, but what about Cas losing Dean? Dean loses his choice with his connection to Amara this season, and loses even more when Lucifer reveals he’s been possessing Cas, and plays on Dean’s connection to Cas like a mockery. It’s also worth noting that, similarly to season 8, Dean breaks out of the connection with Amara when he’s worried about Cas, and that’s something that even SHE is surprised by.

But then season 12, the beginning to the Renaissance. This is when we get the writer’s that become important for what Dean and Cas are today, and, truly, why I believe they want canon Destiel as much as we do.

This is the first season with Dabb’s writers: Davy Perez, Meredith Glynn, Steve Yockey, and of course Bobo all come in with their incredible talents and gave us episode after episode of good content. “Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets” is probably my favorite, probably the best example of what I’m saying. An episode where Dean is called out by an enemy directly, told to “roll the dice” on Cas’ life. And Dean won’t, it’s not even really a hesitation. And this comes from a character that has known Dean for ten seconds. I also wrote more in depth about this episode here. There are also some.....distinctly domestic details we get this season, specifically in “The Future” (written by Berens and Glynn) with the mixtape. The most tropey of tropes mixtape. Yeah, I’ll just leave that one here.

And then season 12 ends with Cas’ death, but also with the parallel between Sam and Dean with Jess and Cas. Sam literally has to drag Dean away from Cas, just like Dean had to drag Sam out of his burning apartment in the pilot. The episode drives it home in every way that it can: Dean is the one left kneeling by Cas’ body, while Sam goes to find out what is upstairs. Dean is the one who stares at the sky, finally broken. This isn’t a random thing, this is Dean’s whole arc, it’s the entirety of the beginning of 13. Dean’s pain, his anguish, his anger.

Season 13 starts with them burning Cas, with Dean, who has begged God to bring him back, who has split his knuckles punching a door, standing, staring at Cas’ pyre with brokenness on his face.

I mean.....

Anyway, season 13 is where it gets interesting (well, I think all of this is interesting but I’m a writer nerd so). So Cas comes back from the Empty in “Advanced Thanatology” written by Steve Yockey, and then a wombo combo of “Tombstone” by Davy Perez next (”Brokebacknatural” as the PR said at the time). Listen. This is the part that SPN crossed a line that they couldn’t come back from. With Cas being Dean’s “big win,” the fact that Dean and Cas watch movies together, “I told you, he’s an angry sleeper. Like a bear.” Talked about it here.

This is where, in my opinion, the network stepped in, but the damage was already done. They had already established that Cas was Dean’s big win, that Dean’s poor coping was not due to Mary’s disappearance, but solely due to Cas, and that Dean and Cas have more married energy than anyone else. The network had nixed blatant canon at this point, and they writing room had been pushing the boundaries of what the network would allow.

After these episodes, we see a marked drop off of DeanCas heavy scenes. They’re still there, still a part of the fabric of the season, but not as...obvious as it had been in early season 13.

And this continued through season 14, we’re back to scraps of Destiel scenes here and there, but to me it always felt like there was something bubbling under the surface, something distinctly unsaid in the themes of the season, even after the walk back of obvious “Dean and Cas are in love” scenes.

And then we get to season 15, which, y’all know I talk about all the time. What’s important here is that Bobo and Glynn are both executive producers, calling more of the shots than ever before. Additionally, it’s important to note that, though they only co write occasionally, Glynn and Berens refer to each other as “work husband” and “work wife.” Each episode has just turned up the volume, and, not for the first time, but certainly the most obvious, Dean and Cas ARE the season. Sure, they’re trying to beat God, they’re trying to finally find peace, defeat the final big bad, but really? This season has been about Dean, and Dean’s relationship to Cas.

And not only do we have obvious and clear Destiel in nearly every episode, but we have episodes like “Last Call” which canonize bi!Dean (wrote about that here).

And, maybe most importantly so far, we have “The Rupture,” the breakup, and “The Trap,” Dean’s confession (both written by Berens). And here’s the thing. These episodes feel connected, but also feel like they’re missing something. Beren’s last episode is 15x18, “The Truth.” We’ve all spec’ed about what could happen in this episode, and I think *I* know what it’s leading to. But for it to be leading to that, it means that the network has to have approved what we’ve all been waiting for years for.

Who got this change to happen? Who got the network to change their minds? It wasn’t us. It was them. I am fully convinced that Dabb and Berens quite literally put their careers on the line for Dean and Cas. They believe in them, they’ve shown that from the beginning, but the only thing standing in the way was the network, never allowing them to take the final step.

So, to answer your question: I think the writers want canon DeanCas because they’ve already shown us that they do. Take a look at their episodes, at Dabb’s, at Beren’s, at Glynn’s, at Perez’s, at Yockey’s. They’ve been telling us what’s going on with Dean and Cas for years.

Sure, I’m not in their heads, I guess I don’t know for *sure* that this has been their thought process, but if we put it all together, from the marked shift when Dabb fully took over in s12, to the change right after “Tombstone,” to the new shift, the blatantly romantic shift in season 15, what else is there?

I’ve said for a long time that we, the SPN fandom, are beyond lucky to have the writer’s that we do. They’re all going to go on to have prolific careers and we were lucky to get them at the end of our little show. I give them a lot of credit for what we have in the show today.

Just remember, they’ve been telling us in all of s15 who Chuck is. He says he’s the writer, right? But a writer who doesn’t have control of his characters? A writer who wants to do the same ending over and over because it “works”? That doesn’t sound like a writer, it sounds like a network exec.

They’ve been showing us what they want for years, and the way s15 is going? I think they may have convinced the network to let us have it.

#supernatural #destiel #spn #my writing #anyway yeah i love these writers #welcome to my essay lmao #spn writers #anonymous #lilly answers

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ellabxrnes · 3 years

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Begin Again | Part 3: Beginning Again

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Summary:

Reader realizes feelings for Bucky. Final Part.

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A/N: It's been a month since putting out a new chapter. I'm sorry. I just started my senior year of high school and my first part-time job. I'm trying to juggle that plus all of my hobbies and social life, so please, bear with me :)! I've also been dealing with a major case of writer's block. Anyways... enjoy this chapter!

It'd been 4 months since you and Bucky to the bookstore and 8 months since you two had officially met. Ever since then you two had been inseparable. You introduced him to Wanda and Natasha officially after a few weeks of hanging out and visiting more places together, and they thought he was great for you. They never shut up about how kind, smart, and funny he is. Wanda would constantly talk about his lingering gaze or the way he flirts with you, hoping that you catch on and aren't oblivious. You were quick to remind her that it was a close friendship and that you and Bucky were not dating. Natasha would just smirk every time the topic was brought up.

Eventually, Bucky introduced you to his friends, Sam and Steve. Sam was a personality. He was a lot like Wanda in teasing you and Bucky's friendship, but he made sure to push Bucky's buttons too. Steve, on the other hand, was more of the mediator. He was a calm and quiet artist. Everywhere you went with him and Bucky, he was always sketching out a landscape, and he was damn good at it too.

The great thing about this new friendship with Bucky was that there was no tension or awkwardness at all. You two could simply be two friends of the opposite gender without any crushes or feelings. Sure, he was handsome and always such a gentleman to you, and on the outside, it probably looked as if you were dating. But you had stayed true to your word and stopped believing in true love. Plus, you knew Bucky didn't like you like that, so you never mentioned dating or your previous relationships. It wasn't until one day when you were hanging out at Vision's house with Sam, Wanda, Vision, Natasha, and Steve (Apparently Vision works for this big company called Stark Industries alongside some millionaire Tony Stark). He has this huge house in upstate New York and Wanda invited you all to stay for the weekend.

You all had just finished watching "Someone like you" when Natasha commented how the movie reminded her of someone. You. How the hell would that movie remind her of you? Sure you'd been through a tough breakup, but it's not like you were on a hunt to figure out why Marcus dumped you. You had just moved on and started focusing on yourself. Oh. She was implying that Bucky was the one you would end up with after the heartbreak.

You sat your head up off of Bucky's shoulder on the couch, but he still had his arm around your shoulder. "No Natasha," you shook your head slightly while smiling. "Why are you teasing me? You know Bucky and I aren't a couple. You know that I don't date anymore," you said nonchalantly, feeling Bucky tense behind you.

Sam is now chiming in. "Not to pick sides or anything, but that kind of sounds like the movie," he laughs. The others nod their head, clearly playing along with the joke.

You turn to Bucky who was staring at the ground, and if you didn't know better, he looked sad. You brushed it off. He's probably just sick of all the jokes like you are. You got up off the couch and started putting your jacket and stuff on when Wanda asked where you were going since the group only brought 2 cars on the trip.

You looked up. "I'm leaving. I just need a break from the jokes. Seriously guys, do you not understand. Bucky and I are just friends, right?" you turn to him, exasperated. He was beginning to get up too.

He clears his throat and you notice his cheeks are a dusty red color and he's wearing a somber expression. "Yeah, we are just friends," Everyone rolls their eyes but you are too busy getting your shoes on and trying to silently figure out how the hell you are going to leave when you didn't even have a car to drive back with. Bucky walks over to you, he left his shoes on from earlier. "Let me know when you're ready to go,"

"Why," you say silently, not realizing that everyone is watching you.

"Seeing as though you wanna leave and I drove here, us two will just head home early together. I don't mind and Steve can ride with Sam and Natasha," he looks back at the group who suddenly acts as if they weren't listening, they all nod their heads.

Steve perked up at the mention of his name. "Yeah, I don't mind," he replies genuinely.

Bucky turns back to you. "See, all settled. We'll get our stuff packed up and then leave,"

You wanted to argue, but you knew you'd never win. So, you went to your room to get all of your things together. Midway through shoving your clothes into your suitcase you hear a knock on the door. You turn around to find Natasha there.

"Oh, hey Nat"

"Y/N, you know I'm just joking with you, but if anything happens on the ride back with Bucky, please let Wanda and I know!" she winked and then went to her room down the hallway.

"Okay?" you rolled your eyes.

***

After you and Bucky were well on your way back to the city, the rest of the group was sitting around talking when Steve casually brought up you and Bucky.

"You know he's in love with her, right?"

"I mean, it's not that hard to see. I tried telling her. It's sweet how he follows her around and does anything to help her." Wanda piped in.

"I mess with him all the time about it. Asking him when he's gonna actually ask her out, I mean they've been, well whatever they call themselves, for almost 8 months now and he still hasn't made a move yet," Sam says, shaking his head.

"She doesn't date anymore though. It's not my business to say, but she got hurt and doesn't trust anyone, besides Bucky of course. She's just in denial at this point." Natasha says.

"You think they'll be alright together while we are here? By the way, thanks Vision for inviting us to stay up here!" Steve asks.

"You're welcome," Vision replies.

"They'll be fine. I'll be surprised if they aren't together or she hasn't realized her feelings by the time we get back," Natasha shrugged her shoulders.

***

It was a quiet ride home. The radio was turned off and you or Bucky hadn't said a word since you'd departed from Vision's house. Bucky had kept his eyes on the road and you were on your phone, casually scrolling through Instagram. The silence wasn't awkward, but it most definitely wasn't pleasant. You thought it was going to go on until you got back into the city, but shortly after you put your phone down and looked out the window, away from him, he spoke up and asked you a question.

"Why don't you date anymore? I mean, I know it's not any of my business-"

You quickly interrupted him before he could finish. "No, no. It's okay. I really should have told you sooner. I just didn't feel the need to bring it up, I didn't think it was that important," you sighed turning your attention off of the quickly moving scenery outside the vehicle. "Anyways, right before I met you I was in this serious- well I thought it was serious- relationship. We'd been dating a while and everything was going great. He texted me one day, asking if I could come over to his place and talk, I thought he was going to propose to me, but instead, he broke up with me," you were holding back your tears now. "He told me that he didn't want to marry me and that I should have seen the signs all along," Bucky took his eyes off the road for a moment and looked at you. He took in your beauty and a pang of anger hit him.

Bucky, for the life of him, couldn't understand why in the world someone would break your heart. You didn't deserve it. These past 8 months of your "friendship" had shown him how amazing you were. You were the strongest, most intelligent, funniest, and drop-dead gorgeous girl he had ever had the chance of meeting. He had most definitely fallen in love with you. Of course, it would be his luck that you wouldn't do dating and relationships.

Bucky put his focus back on the road, continuing to listen to you answer his question. "Anyways, I decided to give up on relationships. I needed to focus on loving myself. I used to be afraid of getting heartbroken, but now I am just so independent I don't think I could allow myself to have a partner. Besides, who needs a boyfriend when I have the best guy friend in the world," you smiled at him but noticed a frown on his face. "Buck, what's wrong?"

You had just unintentionally friend-zoned him... again. In your defense though, you were unaware that there were any feelings he had for you. He'd been waiting for a better moment, and not on the interstate heading back to New York City to ask you out, but he couldn't wait any longer. He had to show you that you could trust him as a romantic partner. Wait, did you even like him like that? Was she just as crazy about him but she had just buried her feelings? He wouldn't know until he asked her.

"Well, here goes nothing," he thought. You looked at him with a puzzled look on your face.

"Go out with me? Let me show you a proper date,"

"What? Bucky, that's not funny," you frowned.

"No, I'm serious Y/N. Just one date. If you don't like it we never have to speak of it again."

You looked to him. Sure, you thought Bucky was handsome and maybe he had everything you ever wanted in a guy but were you ready to fully break down your wall and let him in? You knew Bucky would never hurt you, but you thought the same of Marcus, and look where that got you. Was he just pitying you after your sob story of a breakup?

Bucky looked over and noticed you deep in thought. "One Date. If you don't want another one then I won't push you, but just give it a chan-"

"Yes," you interrupted him. He was slightly taken back by your sudden response.

"Alright then. We're both off of work Wednesday. How about I take you to the café where we met? We'll go at a quiet time.

"Okay," you smiled.

"Okay," he responded, also smiling.

***

It was now Wednesday. You had an hour before you were supposed to meet Bucky for your date. You hadn't spoken to him since that day in the car this weekend, you had gotten busy with your job and simply hadn't had time to reach out. You felt bad, but he hadn't texted you either. You two usually talked every day so you had wondered if he was avoiding you. No, no, no. Bucky wouldn't do that, he's probably just been busy too. Speaking of the date, you hadn't told Wanda or Natasha yet. You were afraid to say anything.

You had been rummaging through your closet trying on different things. You had taken a good look in your mirror before deciding on your current outfit. You had put on a red blouse and some skinny ripped black jeans. You put on your favorite red heels that were just casual enough to pass for your first date with your boy best friend. You had done your makeup smoky, yet natural. You were just about to lock your door and walk to the coffee shop when your phone buzzed. You looked down and noticed Bucky's name.

Buck :) I'm here. No rush, I'm sitting at the usual table.

You OMW. SOOO Sorry!!

Buck :) Like I said Doll. No rush.

***

Well. You rushed to the café. It would be rude to keep Bucky waiting. And you would be lying to yourself if you said you weren't slightly... okay VERY excited about this date. Sure you were hesitant. After all, this would be your first date since Marcus. But Bucky was different. You'd taken 8 months and he'd slowly proved that to you. You were ready to let your walls down.

You opened the door to the shop and turned to your right, and you immediately caught Bucky's eye. He stood up in his all-black outfit and held out a bouquet of roses for you. You ran up to him and hugged him after grabbing those gorgeous roses out of his hand.

"Hi," you reached back and smiled at him.

"Hey, you look beautiful," you blushed at his words.

You both pulled away after a moment and he gestured to the corner with a couple of chairs. You both walked over and he pulled your chair out for you, like the gentleman he always has been to you. You both started talking about work and how much he hated his boss. You told a few jokes and he threw his hands up laughing. His smile was reminiscent of the ones you had seen before when Steve and Sam showed you his childhood pictures. You couldn't help but compare him to Marcus. No. Bucky was incomparable. It's not fair to weigh his manners against a douche like your ex.

After the café, Bucky walked you back to your apartment. You almost brought Marcus up, but Bucky interjected and talked about what his family plans on doing for Christmas and some of their traditions. He also invited you to the Barnes' family Christmas to meet his family. It may have taken you months to realize it, but you were madly in love with Bucky. He was there for you through the up and downs, the highs and lows of life. You wouldn't want it to be with anyone else. He was the one that you thought of every morning and night, and to think that you'd denied any feelings for him by justifying it as a friendship was cruel.

It's hard to believe that I've been spending the last eight months, Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end, But on a Wednesday in a café, I watched it Begin Again.

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kaypeace21 · 4 years

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Was it just me or was the "I love her and I can't loose her again" scene super awkward? The camera switching to each characters gaping faces, it looked like Lucas was trying his best not to laugh, it almost felt comical? And how the intense not even romantic music just suddenly stopped. Maybe I'm misinterpreting it but it didn't feel like it deserves a "Awww how romantic" reaction. It just didn't feel all that romantic or even serious.

Yeah, I agreed. It came across as awkward af- like most aspects of mileven it was cringe and framed as such.

The dopey music cutting off abruptly - the look on eveyone’s faces .Even mike looked shocked he said it. Lucas making a joke right after the confession.

Not to mention everything else right before the confession.

-Max saying “ el has saved the world twice. And mike still doesn’t trust her .” And mike not denying it and saying “you want to talk about trust?really?!after... eleven spied on us”/ “guess girlfriends don’t lie they spy!”

-Hopper earlier in the season saying Mike is “corrupting her (el) ” . And Joyce says it’s not Hopper’s “decision” for mileven to breakup. And Mike says in the cabin, that El dumped him cause max is “corrupting her.” And Max says “this is exactly why el dumped your ass... the fact is she is not yours ! she’s her own person fully capable of making her own decision !” Neither respects El’s autonomy and decisions in her own romantic endeavors . Like max said previously in s3 : for El to find out what “feels like (her)” , she has to ignore what hopper and mike want.

-The fact mike also complains about El spying on him and asks what if he was on the toilet taking a “massive shit” and max saying “gross” in response. What romantic build up XD

-nancy saying “she (el) is her own person with her own free will.” And mike rolling his eyes and glaring at nancy .

-lucas rolling his eyes when mike is about to say he loves el & is ranting about everyone being careless with her powers and treating her “like a machine.”

That whole scene: the built up ( of mileven criticisms) + the subsequent confession took 2 minutes total. 90%of which was poking holes in Mileven . And illustrating Mike not respecting El’s autonomy & El not respecting Mike’s privacy.

Nothing substantial was built up in the “love her” scene that made it feel heartfelt or romantic . If anything everything that led up to the scene was built up to do the opposite. To show how flawed the relationship is.

Not to mention at the end of the season he told El the reason he said he “loved her” . “I don’t know it was really heat of the moment stuff. We (max and him) were arguing .i don’t really remember. What did I say exactly? “He said the love- her phrase . Cause he wanted to one-up max, and others , who were poking holes in his het relationship- most likely.

The framing , lighting, and music did a lot to show the “love her” isn’t serious - but the dialogue made that even more clear. It’s like the pool shed scene in s3 where he said el was “the most important thing.” And el ignores the comment (like the audience should) , and immediately cuts him off to say hopper was probably right and that they spend too much time together (based off a remark mike mentioned about Hopper right before the “best thing” moment). She literally completely ignored the “best thing” comment. The scene had offbeat music , el scowling, dropping a dummy in annoyance, fullframed shots of their bodies, no dramatic lighting, and Mike’s delivery being flat and taking about 2 seconds with no build up . As opposed to the shed scene of mike saying meeting Will was the “best thing”: shots of just their faces , unlike mileven body shots ( expresses this to be an important scene for the 2 characters personally. And emotionally significant to the audience since we’re focused on every expression they emote . The scene is all about their relationship. The audience is FORCED to see importance in the scene /relationship cause they’re the only 2 things in frame) , there’s dramatic lighting/contrasting shadows, no music just the sounds of Will and mike crying, a single tear down mike’s face as he does a 2-3 minute monologue about why Will being in his life is important . And when mike finally says it was the “best thing” we have a long shot lingering on Will’s face and his reaction to Mike’s words - right before he breaks free of the mf. Before Will’s face reveal they even focus on just shots of mike as he speaks for more than a minute and a half- so Will’s reaction is more of a sunker punch to the audience emotionally since we have that slow build up of expectation over time. El ignored the comment . Will was saved by it!

I mean - why give mileven : “soulmates”/ “the main couple” a romantic confession that was a joke ? Have mike and el breakup in a comedic fashion with cheery music on a sunny day? With neither heartbroken after ? And contrast it to the byler fight? And end with a mileven kiss where mike looks confused, doesn’t kiss back, had his eyes open, and has the same song in the background that robin rejected steve to? . Not to mention the script has mike after the kiss think “what the hell just happened?” Boy is confused with what just occurred. They dissed mileven so much in s3 and did so In more subtle ways in prior seasons. The Duffers can write romance ... and dysfunctional romance . It’s just a matter of time before the dysfunctional/non endgame pairings are revealed for what they are😂

#byler #byeler #anti mileven

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i found the one, he changed my life (what now?) [i’d love it if we made it, pt. 3]

a/n: holy SHIT i am so happy about the way this turned out, this continues the story of college AU!tony dealing with his ex and the pressure he puts on himself to be honest with his friends. (title from “what now” by rihanna) TW: discussion of abusive relationships, mention of surgery, unhealthy/stalking behaviors, and i think that’s it but pls lmk if there’s anything else i should tag

summary: “He’s obsessed with you [...] I think he loves me, I feel certain that he loves me. But he feels some kind of way about you, and it’s creepy,” Bucky elaborated, leaving Anthony at a loss for words.

“It’s a nice day, seasonal allergies aside,” Anthony remarked.

“I would put flowers in your hair and be all cute and shit but I’m trying not to make you sneeze,” Stephen replied. “That would be unfortunate.”

Anthony laughed lightly and rested his head on Stephen’s shoulder. “You can still pet my head though, that would be nice.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re terrible at subtlety?” Stephen asked, beginning to play with Anthony’s hair.

“I think you did this morning,” Anthony replied. “Because you’re obnoxious.”

“Isn’t that why you love me?” Stephen teased, batting his eyelashes.

“It’s one of many reasons,” Anthony said, a soft smile on his face. “It is really nice out though.”

“Listen I know I’m always on time, but can we make an exception today?” Christine sat across from the couple, her auburn hair made extra bright by the sunlight as she pulled it out of her face. “Sorry I’m late.”

“The way that you’re literally not sorry at all makes that apology for me,” Stephen said. “Don’t worry about it though, we’ve just been hanging out. Where’s Hope?”

“Inside, for some reason,” Christine replied with a shrug.

“Probably because it’s allergy season,” Anthony commented, rolling his eyes as he sneezed again.

“He complains, despite begging me to sit outside with him,” Stephen added.

“That doesn’t sound like me, but go off I guess,” Anthony replied, picking up his phone. “Hey Rhodey, what’s up?”

“Are you running errands by chance?” Rhodey asked.

“Nope, I’m sitting outside with Steph and Christine,” Anthony said. “Why, do you need something?”

“I was just going to ask if I could send you a short list of things I wanted. Not a big deal but I’m out of cereal,” Rhodey replied.

“Text it to me anyway, I don’t think I’m going out but if I do I’ll get whatever you want,” Anthony said with a shrug.

“You’re the best Tones. By the way are you feeling better?” Rhodey asked.

“A little bit. It’s nice just sitting outside,” Anthony replied. “I dunno. I’m not thinking about it.”

“Fair enough. Enjoy the fresh air, don’t worry about the cereal though! See you later.”

“Bye Rhodey, everyone say bye!”

Christine and Stephen shouted their goodbyes as Anthony ended the call.

“You good?” Christine asked kindly.

“Yeah, sorta.” Anthony shrugged again. “I just didn’t sleep a lot last night, so that wasn’t fun. I’ve been stressed out about… things. Turns out it actually is weird to have one of your friends dating your ex.”

Christine hummed. “Tea. I thought there was something bothering you, like more than just the awkwardness. I can read you well enough by now. So what’s wrong?”

“Honestly I don’t want to tell you this exact minute because I feel like the only person who should hear this privately is Bucky. I’ll have to see how I feel after I talk with him, and if I’m okay then I’ll probably tell everyone in the group all at once. I just don’t want to repeat the same story over and over again, that’s going to wear me down,” Anthony replied. “I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh my god dude that’s fine! No stress,” Christine rushed to assure him. “You just seem sad and I want to help but I also don’t want you to make yourself feel worse, that’s not fair to you.”

Anthony breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks Christine.”

“Don’t worry about it!” Christine said.

Anthony sneezed again, not seeing the need to reply beyond that. There was just nothing else to say.

“Let’s go inside,” Stephen suggested. “It’s getting kinda gross out anyway.”

“Oh sorry, that’s because I’m out here. I’ll leave.” Anthony jokingly moved to stand up, laughing raucously when Stephen pulled him into a hug before he even stood.

“Nooo, you’re good! You stay,” Stephen replied. “The sun is out because you’re here.”

Anthony blushed and buried his head against Stephen’s collarbone. “Oh hush.”

Christine stood up. “I may as well go inside while you two idiots keep flirting, now my allergies are acting up.”

“You’re not allergic to pollen,” Stephen remarked, standing up and offering Anthony his hand.

“I’m not allergic to most things, but I’m allergic to your bullshit,” Christine quipped. “I feel like I tell you that at least once a week.”

Anthony laughed and stood up, smiling as he wrapped his arms around Stephen’s waist.

“In all seriousness, you’re cute together,” Christine continued.

“Oh we know,” Anthony said. “How was your day Christine?”

The trio headed inside as Christine thought about how to answer.

“Honestly I don’t think anything even happened today.” she finally said. “Hope and I had breakfast together and I quite literally ran into Carol in the library. It was nice to catch up with her though because I feel like I haven’t seen her in years.”

“Now that I think about it, I also feel like I haven’t seen Carol in a long time,” Stephen said.

“We didn’t talk for too long since we were in the library, but she seems good,” Christine replied. “I think she and Val are still unpacking so they’ve been focused on that, y’know?”

“Makes sense. Props to them for moving in the middle of the year, that’s too much for me. That’s why I’m making everyone wait until the summer,” Anthony said.

“You’re not making anyone wait, you’re just making sense,” Stephen corrected him. “Moving is stressful enough, I don’t want to deal with it during exam season and neither does anyone else.”

“Can I plan your housewarming party?” Christine asked, opening the apartment door.

“Who said anything about a housewarming party?” Anthony replied.

“Wong said I could throw one once you’re all moved in,” Christine explained. “We don’t have a contract in writing yet, but that’s because—”

“Because I never said you could throw us a party!” Wong shouted from the living room. He was sitting in his usual armchair by the window, half paying attention to whatever show Bucky and an all too familiar blond were watching. “Also Bucky is here again, and he brought a friend.”

“Boyfriend,” Bucky chimed in. “We’re going to dinner soon, I just left my jacket here the other day and then I decided I’d introduce Steve to you guys. So yeah, this is my boyfriend Steve. Steve, this is Christine, Stephen, and I think you know Tony. I heard there’s a history there or something.”

Bucky was trying his best to prematurely make the best of an awkward situation, but Steve was the only one who found any humor in what he said.

The offending blond laughed and nodded, his expression unreadable in a way that made Anthony freeze. He was looking with condescension at their entwined hands, like he didn’t approve of Stephen and Anthony finally being together. With an arrogant sniff, he got off his high horse long enough to respond. “I know him and Stephen, actually. You both look good.”

“Thanks,” Stephen replied, his teeth bared in a forced, blatantly hostile grin.

Anthony rubbed at his eyes, tearing up from the situation and his allergies. “Yeah good to see you too, if you’ll excuse me I need to take some allergy medication.” He couldn’t run and hide in the bathroom fast enough, and he knew everyone in the room could see him trembling.

Stephen let his genuine emotion break through his façade for a moment, frowning as he watched Anthony retreat. His steely look of disapproval returned a minute later as he sat down in the kitchen, eavesdropping on the group’s conversation.

“Mind if I get some water? I didn’t get to hydrate as much today,” Steve asked.

Stephen, pretending to be busy, glared at his phone like he was reading a poorly worded email. He paid little attention to the blond as he bumbled around the kitchen, following Wong’s directions on where to find cups and the Brita and other shit.

“So you’ve finally come back to the city, hm? Tony used to tell me about how you both grew up here and how New York never left you,” Steve asked Stephen. He was making an extremely poor attempt to sound friendly, but all he did was make the med student extremely uncomfortable.

Stephen gave a forced laugh. “Yeah, they couldn’t keep me away.”

“Seems like you couldn’t keep yourself away from Tony either, not with the amount of times he cheated on me with you,” Steve remarked.

“Listen, we both know that’s not true and I barely want to give you the time of day. You know damn well he never cheated on you and I don’t have to justify myself to you. After all, you were the cheater. If you think I’m just going to roll over in my own apartment and let you run your mouth like that, especially knowing how badly you treated my Anthony, then you’ve got another thing coming,” Stephen snapped. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Clearly anyone who thinks I’m aggressive and controlling hasn’t met you,” Steve said, closing the fridge and leaving Stephen fuming in the kitchen.

After 15 minutes of ignoring some small talk, Stephen had had enough. Anthony was still hiding somewhere and Stephen was just over Steve being in his apartment. He was trying not to be too angry, because Bucky didn’t know about how Steve and Anthony’s breakup or relationship went. Stephen couldn’t, and didn’t, blame him.

But Steve was a coward and a jerk, and Stephen wouldn’t touch him with an 11 foot pole. Stephen wouldn’t even get close to him to shove him headfirst out the door, actually.

“I’m gonna be in my room studying if you guys need anything, enjoy your dinner Bucky!” He said, waving at his friends in the living room and pointedly ignoring Steve.

“Thanks man! If you want to hang out later, maybe on a double date or something—”

“Oh I’d love that!” Steve chimed in, unprovoked and uninvited.

“Depends on what Ant’s doing, I know I’m pretty busy tonight but if he wants to go out then we’ll let you know,” Stephen said firmly. He heard the bathroom door open behind him and Anthony’s light footsteps in the hall.

“I think I’ll just run to the bathroom before we leave, if that’s alright?” Steve asked.

“Are you asking me?” Stephen replied, ignoring him and heading in the direction of his bedroom. “Don’t you dare patronize me.”

Anthony was standing nervously outside Stephen’s room, staring at the floor. He looked horrified and meek, pressing his back against the wall and hoping he’d disappear out of Steve’s gaze.

But of course he wasn’t that lucky. Sometimes it felt like he’d never truly get away from the way Steve used to look at him and was apparently still looking at him.

Anthony looked up as Stephen gently tapped his shoulder. “Hey… you alright?”

He forced himself to nod, tears still pooling in his eyes from either anxiety or allergies. Maybe both. “Yeah, I guess. It’s just—”

“Oh there you are Tony! Bucky and I are leaving, so I thought I’d say goodbye,” Steve said, lingering in the doorway to the bathroom. “Maybe we could go for a double date later? If you’re allowed to, that is. I always said Strange was a controlling downgrade, didn’t I?”

“Good thing I never listened when you said that, because I’m much happier now,” Anthony muttered.

“Aww, don’t be a bad sport! It’ll be just like the glory days.” Steve appeared to be ignoring his current relationship to flirt with Anthony, stepping out of the doorway and leaning closer (read: too close for comfort) to him.

“I don’t know about that,” Anthony said, his voice taut. “I wouldn’t want to be around you for much longer. Seeing you is already making me think about our… could you call it a relationship?”

“You’re so funny Tony, just as funny as I remember.” Steve sounded like a content house cat as he quite literally purred at Tony. “I miss that humor. I just miss you.”

“I can’t say the feeling is mutual.”

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“Not to state the obvious, but I hate that guy,” Stephen muttered, storming into the kitchen a few hours later.

“Is Ant okay?” Wong hadn’t moved from his seat in the living room, except for the fact that he was laying across the armchair sideways and there were three more mystery novels next to him.

“He’s sleeping. Even before all of that shit went down,” Stephen began, gesturing to the air in front of him, “We were outside for long enough that even if he won’t admit it, his allergies are bothering him.”

“How long were you outside for before I came to sit with you guys?” Christine asked.

“Maybe 90 minutes? Long enough to be considered too long,” Stephen replied. “It doesn’t matter. Did you guys eat yet?”

“No, we were waiting on you and Pepper. She said she’d be back by 7,” Christine said.

“What do you want? I’m open to suggestions,” Stephen asked. “I kinda want to make pasta but I know I’m not good enough at it so it wouldn’t make Anthony happy.”

“Don’t be stupid, Stephen. It absolutely would, and you know that,” Christine scolded him. “Do whatever you feel like! And I think pasta sounds nice.”

Stephen nodded. “Fair enough. I’m making ravioli and none of you can stop me. We deserve it.”

“Oh no Stephen don’t do that, don’t make something that you like to cook and that we all like to eat,” Wong teased. “Christine, he’s too powerful, we have to stop him.”

Stephen humorously rolled his eyes. “Anthony is the one who gave me a good recipe, so technically we all have him to thank for enabling me. Except not right now. Let him sleep.”

++++

“Oh by the way, I told Bucky that I’d get coffee with him later and we’re going to talk about whatever the hell happened this weekend,” Anthony said. “Do you want me to bring you back anything while I’m out?”

“Hmm… I don’t think so.” Stephen drew a heart on the back of Anthony’s hand with his thumb, something he noticed himself doing a lot.

Anthony always rewarded him for the gesture with the smallest, shyest smile that Stephen thought was the most adorable thing ever. “Text me if you change your mind, yeah?”

“Okay, I will.” Stephen smiled back at him, lovingly brushing Anthony’s hair out of his face. “Also if I send you a list will you help me decide on a movie for tonight?”

“Not sure you’re asking the right person, but sure,” Anthony replied.

“That’s subjective. I think I’m asking the right person,�� Stephen said. “You’ve never steered me wrong before.”

“I hope I never do.” Anthony pressed a soft, sweet kiss to Stephen’s lips. “But knowing you, you’ll definitely change your mind about wanting a tea or something.”

“If I do, I’ll tell you,” Stephen replied, smiling into the kiss. “Promise. Have a good day, and good luck later.”

“I think I’m going to need it,” Anthony said with a little nervous laugh.

“Would a kiss help your luck?” Stephen couldn’t keep a neutral face. “I never imagined myself saying that. Or getting to kiss you.”

“Stop it, don’t make me blush this early in the day,” Anthony replied. “In all seriousness, I love you. And your kisses are magical, who’s to say they aren’t lucky?”

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Anthony couldn’t say whether or not he felt lucky later that day, because the only thing he felt was nervous. Bucky looked just as nervous and sheepish as Anthony did, and his internal monologue had already switched to guilt. They exchanged small talk and pleasantries while they waited for their coffee, their mutual discomfort becoming more and more tangible by the minute.

Most people joked that Anthony talked to hear the sound of his own voice, but today he was so nervous he couldn’t hear himself think. He didn’t know what to say or even where to start. Thankfully, Bucky blurted out a question before Anthony thought about how to start the conversation.

“How long were you two together?”

“Two and a half years, give or take. And I didn’t cheat on him with Stephen.”

“I didn’t think so. I wasn’t even going to ask about that.” Bucky smiled, trying to somehow calm Anthony down with his expression. “Who broke it off?”

“Me. Sometimes I feel like I did it a lot later than I should have, honestly.” Anthony shrugged. “I wasn’t ever happy in that relationship. I wanted to be, and I did everything I could to make it work even at my own expense, but eventually I had to end it. I’m happier now, but sometimes I still… I shouldn’t say any of this to you, not if you’re happy.”

“You know what bothers me, though?”

Anthony wasn’t expecting that. “What’s up?”

“I don’t think he’s over you. And that doesn’t bother me in a jealous sense, I’m not like that, but I feel almost used. Especially after this weekend,” Bucky said.

“What do you mean?” That worried Anthony for a lot of reasons, and he couldn’t decide which one was the most important.

“Tony, he's obsessed with you. The entire time we were driving Sunday night he wouldn’t stop talking about you, to the point where it was weird. I started to feel like he used me to see you,” Bucky replied. “One time I showed him a group picture, this was like six months ago, from that time we went out ice skating and ever since then he’s been pestering me about you. I don’t even think it has anything to do with me, if that makes sense.”

“I’m not following,” Anthony admitted. “Not entirely, anyway.”

“I think he loves me, I feel certain that he loves me. But he feels some kind of way about you, and it’s creepy,” Bucky said. “Now as I said it’s not jealousy, I just think it’s a bit disturbing that he’s so hung up on you.”

Anthony nodded slowly. “Yeah, I don’t like that. He didn’t want me to dump him but I had to, there’s no two ways about it. What happened Sunday?”

“We had a disagreement. I told him I felt used and he wasn’t happy about that, but he didn’t deny it either,” Bucky replied. “I was hoping he’d drop the whole thing but I don’t think he’s going to. I don’t think he’s going to ever get over you, honestly.”

“Damn. I’m sorry you had to deal with all of that.” Anthony nervously ran a hand through his hair, fighting the urge to pull at it. “Um… yeah I don’t really know what to think or what to say.”

“Neither do I,” Bucky admitted. “I really want to try things out with him and see how they continue, but I also don’t think he’s going to change. Now that he’s actually seen you, I feel like it’s only going to be more awkward.”

“Oh about that, I’m sorry I didn’t want to go out the other day,” Anthony said. “I was going to try and make myself power through it, but… just being around him for however long you guys were in the apartment was way too much. I got really anxious and just hid in Stephen’s room. And then, on an unrelated note, I ended up sleeping for 14 hours or something.”

“I’m sorry if I was forceful. I didn’t know how to subtly ask if he was making you uncomfortable in the moment, but I could see it,” Bucky replied. “I don’t blame you.”

Anthony shrugged. “Dude I’m at a loss, generally speaking. I don’t know what to say about everything you just told me, but honestly I’m feeling a little sick.”

“Are you going to see Stephen? I’m meeting Christine, so if you want I’ll walk with you,” Bucky offered.

Anthony nodded. “Sure.”

“I really am sorry, Tony. For everything this weekend, and if something I said upset you after your wisdom tooth surgery,” Bucky said.

“It’s not your fault. I’ve been stressing about how to tell everyone about that relationship for too long and the way I felt when I woke up just reminded me of something I still don’t really want to talk about,” Anthony replied. “There’s a lot I’m holding back, even from you, but I’m just not ready to go into all of that yet.”

“I won’t be upset if you tell me,” Bucky tried to comfort him.

“It’s less about that and more the fact that I don’t want to even think about it. I don’t want to think about him,” Anthony said. “I don’t want to hear his voice, or see him, or even hear about him, if I’m being honest. And I feel bad, because I know you love him, but—”

“But you’re my friend, and I care about you. Plus you’re way too polite to be direct when something or someone upsets you and I think that does more harm than good. You just end up keeping everything to yourself, and you don’t have to,” Bucky interrupted. “You don’t have to be a closed book all the time.”

Anthony smiled at that. “Stephen’s said that to me before. I don’t know why, but I like that phrasing. I’m not one to open up in general, even though I trust everyone in our friend group, but this feels like it’s too much to get into the open right now. Someday I’ll be ready, but not today. It doesn’t help that this weekend was honestly too soon.”

“That’s fair man,” Bucky replied. “I don’t have to tell you that Stephen loves the shit out of you, and you deserve that.”

“I could go on and on about Steph probably endlessly,” Anthony said, hiding his face as he blushed.

“Everyone knows that, even people who have never met either of you know that!” Bucky teased. “But honestly, are you okay?”

Anthony shrugged. “Yes and no. I just need time.”

“I understand. And I am really, really sorry about this weekend,” Bucky replied. “Forgive me?”

Anthony shook his head. “Do I need to? It’s not your fault.”

“I know it’s not, but still… I’m sorry. I hope that means something, at least.”

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#tony stark #stephen strange #ironstrange #my ironstrange college au #protective stephen strange #james rhodey rhodes #wong #protective Bucky #james bucky barnes #christine palmer #implied christine/hope #implied valcarol #not steve rogers friendly #implied anti stony #implied anti stucky #ok off to dream about part 4

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Light in the Dark

Summary: Avoiding Bucky seemed to be the thing to do after the two of you broke up, until a mission gone wrong shows you how much you have to lose. Pairing; Bucky x Reader Word Count: 2415 Warnings: Language, angst, canon typical gun violence, GSW, blood. Square Filled: Post-Breakup AU for @marvelfluffbingo. Square Filled: Second gif within the fic (Y2) for @buckybarnesbingo. [Rating: Teen/Mature] A/N: I feel like I maybe ended another fic with a similar line? Anyway, don’t call me out, ha. Happy Reading!

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“So, ending it. That’s what you want?”

Tears were brimming in her eyes and the lump in her throat stopped her from answering Bucky’s question. She sniffed, hoping it would stop her emotions from falling down her cheeks. One blink though, and she was betrayed.

“It’s not what I want, Buck.” Her tone was bordering on pleading. “But you and I don’t want the same things. I want to move forward, you want to stay stuck. You won’t open up to me, you haven’t touched me in weeks — and I’m not even talking about sex. You won’t hold my hand, won’t stand within two feet of me.”

He pressed his lips to a thin line and sighed. He started with a measured tone, partial words stumbling out until he got so frustrated at his inability to form a sentence, he let out a loud growl and pounded on the table nearby.

“You don’t get it! All right? You don’t know the things that are still in my head, you don’t know how much fear I live in, every mother fucking day, that I’m going to lose it and hurt you.” He squeezed his eyes shut, raking a vibranium hand through his hair. “This is more than you can handle, Y/N. There are days when — when I don’t wanna talk and you think things are worse than ever. That’s not always the case. Some days I just need the quiet. Everything in my head is so loud — that’s not the point. The point is, I’m not good for you.”

Her tears came to an abrupt stop. “Are you fucking kidding me? You think I don’t have demons of my own? You think the things that I have done, the lives I have taken, don’t haunt me in my sleep? At every waking moment? I see their faces, every time I close my eyes. You are not the only one with blood on your hands, Bucky Barnes.” She stood and clenched her fists at her sides. “If you think that I’m one of those agents who was bred into this because my parents were in the first wave of S.H.I.E.L.D agents, who can handle all of this and then sleep at night like it’s nothing, you don’t know me at all.”

She stepped up to him and took his face in her hands before kissing him softly. She wiped her taste away with her thumb before taking a step back.

“Goodbye, Bucky.”

For weeks after the split, they avoided each other at all costs. If she rounded a corner and saw Bucky coming her way, she backtracked and took the long way around. If Bucky was headed to the common room but heard her singing along to the radio before he made it there, he turned on his heel and got what he needed elsewhere. Every now and then, he could bribe someone into getting what he needed, but the whole crew was running thin on that arrangement.

“You could talk to her, you know,” Sam suggested.

Steve nodded his agreement. “At least work out a schedule of who can be where and when. That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard, but hey, at least then you two can have a more normal life and the rest of us can stop making money off of your awkward situation. Besides, it’s been … how long has it been? Surely long enough for you two to be adults about the situation.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “If she wanted to talk to me, she’d come to me and say what she needed to say.”

Nat came into the room and sighed. “Not necessarily, Barnes. I’ve talked to Y/N about it and she doesn’t want to be in your way anymore than you want to be in hers. To be honest, I’m not so sure that this break-up is really worth the trouble when the two of you could just talk it out and work through your problems.”

“We wanted different things,” Bucky mumbled, “and that hasn’t changed. What I want hasn’t changed.”

Nat rolled her eyes. “Her. You want her, stupid. The rest of it is called compromise. You should look it up sometime. Y/N can stop moping around, you can come back from the dim place. Everyone can be back to their normal lives.”

“The dim place?” Sam repeated.

“Yeah, you know. Not the dark place. He’s been in the dark place. This sucks but it’s not as bad as the dark place.”

“Makes sense,” Steve commented; Bucky looked to him for confirmation that his best friend agreed with Nat. “Hey, it’s not bad advice. I mean, she's also the one who told me to ask out the chick in accounting with a lip piercing.”

Nat punched Steve playfully in the shoulder. “Hey, she was nice!”

They all laughed about the idea of a freshly-thawed Steve dating a girl with a lip piercing; Bucky had to admit, it was nice to have the attention off of him and Y/N and on to a different subject.

Attention rescue team; emergency extraction call received. Departure in three minutes and counting. Rescue team; extraction mission imminent. Three minutes and counting.

FRIDAY’s voice pulled most of them from a steady — or not-so-steady — sleep and into action mode. A team raced for the quinjet, in uniform and ready for a debriefing as the jet took off.

“Secretary of State was abducted by a Russian militia organization. Our job is to go in, extract, get him home. I’m waiting now for reports on what kind of arms they have on the ground,” Tony informed as he set their destination into the navigation system.

Y/N buckled in and let out a deep breath. Flying was something she was getting more used to, but she did better when she knew the flight was coming. Several minutes into the flight, her tension was redirected from a few bumps of turbulence to the unexpected hand on her shoulder.

“You doing okay?” Bucky asked.

She pulled her shoulder from his touch. “Yeah, fine. I’m always fine.”

He smirked just a little. "I know you are, but the flying …”

“I’m great, Sergeant Barnes. Just peachy.”

Bucky pressed his lips into a thin line and he sat back in his seat. Y/N kept her eyes forward, her expression stoic, even as Tony took the jet higher. Her jaw was clenched though, giving away her nerves. Bucky decided the best thing to do would be to keep an eye on her; be supportive from a distance.

The mission started out well enough. They located the Secretary easily — too easily, really. Nat, Wanda, and Clint went ahead of the group to keep the path clear back to the quinjet; Tony and Rhodey were on either side of the Secretary; Y/N and Steve were right behind him; Bucky brought up the rear.

No one was quite sure where the first shots came from. The Secretary groaned and grabbed for his left shoulder as more bullets whizzed past the group. Tony and Rhodes took one arm each and flew him back to the quinjet while the rest of them went on the defensive.

Y/N was taking a mental head count of everyone running in front of her; Nat, Wanda, Clint, Steve — check all. Where was Bucky? Emotions took over and she spoke into the comm.

“Barnes, send back.” When no answer came, she stopped in her tracks. “Barnes! Send back!”

Still no answer. Her eyes met Steve’s for a brief second before she was turning and running the other direction, away from the rest of them. Steve was yelling behind her but she wasn’t about to stop and wait for whatever it is he had to say. As she got back to where the shooting had started, she started calling Bucky’s name. Her heart raced with frantic emotion at the million possibilities that could be keeping Bucky behind.

A Russian militiaman was positioned over Bucky, fists flying. Bright red blood pooled under Bucky’s thighs and spurting with each heartbeat made Y/N panic that his wounds were fatal as is, without a beating on top of it. A feral yell rumbled from deep in her chest as she rushed the other man, knocking him away from Bucky and tackling him to the ground.

Her own fists were flying now, lashing out at the man who might dare to take Bucky away from her. Somewhere in her mind, Y/N knew that getting Bucky medical attention needed to be a priority, but she couldn’t stop her anger from taking control at that moment.

“Y/N, hey, come on! Enough!” Steve yelled, finally catching up to her. He pulled her away from the Russian, who had gone unconscious at some point. His face was bloody and mangled, but his own people would have to take care of him.

Steve assessed Bucky’s other injuries while Y/N used her belt as a tourniquet around his leg. Between the two of them, they managed to get him back to the quinjet without much more incident; the second the were on board, Tony raised the bridge and took off.

“What happened?” Nat questioned, helping to get Bucky laying down. She grabbed for a first aid kid and found some gauze to place over the bullet wound while Y/N threw her gloves off and took his face in her hands.

“Bucky! Can you hear me? Look at me, Buck! You stay with us, all right? We’re going to get you back, they’re going to take care of you. But you have to fight too, you have to stay with me,” she pleaded, tears filling her eyes when his eyes met hers. “Please, Bucky. You can’t leave me like this, okay? We’ve got too many days of awkward interactions ahead of us.”

Bucky’s mouth pulled into a weak smirk as his cold, shaky hand came up to her cheek. Y/N leaned into it, still pleading quietly with him not to leave her like this.

“Everything’s okay,” Bucky whispered, only a couple of seconds before his eyes closed and his hand fell away from her face.

Hours passed in agony as you waited outside the medical bay for any updates on Bucky’s health. She didn’t change out of her uniform, didn’t bother to get cleaned up, only followed his gurney as far as they would let her go. After that, she found a chair and fell into it, determined not to move until she had some concrete information.

“Here,” Nat said, nudging her with an elbow. “Water and coffee. I’ll bring you food when you can stomach it.”

Y/N took the water bottle first, downed half of it, then set it aside and sipped at the coffee. She probably did need to eat, but the very idea of food make her stomach churn. Nat stayed but didn’t speak. Y/N waited a full minute before she broke the silence.

“He was trying.”

Nat frowned. “Bucky?”

Y/N nodded. “On the quinjet. He knew I was going to be anxious about the flight and he asked if I was okay. I blew him off. I didn’t want his sympathy because I’m still so mad at him. How could he think that I was — that I couldn’t understand where he was coming from? Maybe not to the extent that it was happening, but I’m not innocent, Nat.” She scoffed. “And how could I not be more understanding? How could I walk away from him and not show him how much I love him. How much I need him.”

“You need each other,” Nat offered.

“Yeah. I think you’re right.”

She sat silently with Nat for the next several hours. There was still no word, and no one would let them into the medical bay. Nat had finally convinced Y/N that she needed to shower when Dr. Cho came out to update them. Y/N bumped into Nat, she turned around so fast after hearing her name being called.

Helen drew in a deep breath. “Bullet nicked his femoral artery, but fortunately, I think his advanced healing process saved his life. We did the rest of the surgical repairs and I believe if he can pull through the next couple of days, he should be in the clear.”

Both Nat and Y/N breathed a sigh of relief. The women hugged briefly before Y/N asked if she could see him.

Helen smiled. “Of course; he’s been asking for you. We wanted to give him time to pull it together after the surgery.”

But Y/N only the first of Helen’s sentence. She raced into the medical bay, stopping once to ask which room Bucky was in. When she got there, she was nearly breathless.

“Wondered if you were gonna come see me,” Bucky mumbled, giving her as much of a smile as he could manage.

She stood next to his bed and took his vibranium hand. “Bucky, I’m so sorry …”

“Hey, you’re not the one who shot me.”

“Don’t joke,” Y/N scolded. “You know what I mean. I shouldn’t have walked away, shouldn’t have brushed you off in the jet. What if you hadn’t made it?”

Bucky squeezed her hand. "Hey, c’mon, sweetheart. I’m all right. I’ve been through worse than this.”

“But not with me so mad at you,” she whispered. “I don't want to do this anymore, Buck. I don't care how much we fight or how much we push each other away. I don't want to have the horrendously gigantic cloud lingering over me that one of us could die and you wouldn't know how much I love you.”

Bucky reached up to caress her cheek; this time, his hand was warm, steady. “I can't promise to give you everything you want right away. I still am who I am, Y/N. But I sure as hell can try.”

She leaned over to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Who you are is exactly who I fell in love with. Trying is all I ask.”

He pulled her in for another kiss. There would be plenty more to be discussed, when Bucky was fully on the mend and ready for it. The fights would come, the darker days would come. As long as neither of them gave up on each other, though, there would always be a light in the darkness.

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hargrove-mayfields · 3 years

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so sorry im late asking this (i was waiting for you to get more, super surprised you didn’t get more asks tbh) but could I hear more about your wips “I have a crush on Barbara Holland” “baby fic” and “HOH Steve” also if it’s not too much “girlyfriends” and “cali house” and “medical emergency” ik ik that’s a lot but I’d honestly want hear about ALL of you wips in that list if i could. thank u in advance

It’s alright anon! I’ll accept these asks until I run out of WIPs to talk about!

I have a crush on Barbara Holland- This one is a soulmates au, where Steve has his soulmates initials, B.H., on his wrist, and he is whole heartedly convinced that that person is Barb. He’s very much in love with her, and there’s lots of talk about how pretty and nice she is (hence the title lol) but eventually she reveals that he isn’t her soulmate. Before she had hid the initials on her own wrist under a watch or a chunky bracelet, but she feels guilty, and shows Steve that her mark had long ago faded, because her soulmate passed away when they were in elementary school. Steve decides, despite how much value he used to hold in the whole soulmate thing, he doesn’t care about who some stupid mark says he should be with, so him and Barb date until her death. He’s heart broken, but the sadness very quickly turns into so much anger after Billy Hargrove, another B.H. rolls into town with a little S.H. on his wrist. He feels like the universe or whoever is even in charge of this soulmate bullshit is spiting him for thinking he could fall in love with someone he wasn’t destined to be with, so he rejects Billy for a long, long time, even after he himself figured it out that Steve is his match. When he does start to feel that way about Billy, he struggles with so much guilt and has to go through a very long grieving process to be comfortable with his feelings, because he’s not even sure if they’re his genuine feelings or the work of this soulmate bond. Very long and very angsty.

baby fic- Nancy gets pregnant that first time at the party with Tommy and Carol, and her and Steve try really really hard to make things work out for their baby, but it just isn’t meant to be. They make an arrangement that the Harringtons are very not pleased with, where Nancy has the baby at the Byers house half the time (because let’s be honest I think the Wheelers house is not really a safe place to be raising a baby) and Steve has her the rest of the time. Because it was like, a much more mature breakup without the cheating and the drunken confessions, they’re still pretty close friends. When the upside down starts making an appearance again, they have to try to figure out how to navigate it with this little four month old baby, and that means getting some help involved. Billy shows up at the Byers and instead of a fight, Steve’s all exhausted like oh good, you’re finally here, and gives him the worlds fastest run down of this monster fighting shit with a crying baby on his hip, and like, Billy just can’t say no to him asking him to go into the tunnels while he watches the baby. There is eventual Harringrove after a while, but it’s a slow burn for sure. This is also probably the least serious and least angsty thing I have ever started to write.

HOH Stevie- They’re all in the government hospital getting their post Starcourt once overs, Billy and El of course being rushed into surgery, and Steve’s about to get discharged when he gets addressed by name and just, does not respond at all. The doctor is like hmm, and checks his ears, and they find out he has almost no hearing in his left ear, and only about forty percent in the right. All that head trauma from the Russians and then all of the explosions of the fireworks, it leaves him deaf.

Everyone tries to be supportive, but his dad refuses to let him get hearing aids because he doesn’t believe he actually needs them (Steve’s a diagnosed hypochondriac) so for the next several months while his parents are still home waiting for their next trip, he’s struggling. He basically gets iced out by the party because he just can’t hear anything they’re saying, and the kids get tired of repeating themselves, and Nancy got insulted the one time he told her her voice is too quiet, and Robin wants to do things right for him, but she forgets sometimes, and will ramble on about something without looking at him and everytime he’s like great, I didn’t catch a single word of that, lovely talk though. It’s very frustrating and isolating and nobody seems to want to make accommodations for him.

The very same day that his parents leave for their latest vacation, he goes back to hospital. At first he just has to get more testing done, since it had been upwards of six months since the last time they saw him, and on his way out he notices Max in the waiting room chairs. He hadn’t seen much of her at all since Starcourt, so he checks on her, and at first she tells him to go away, because her friends have said some not so nice things about how much time she spends at the hospital, and assumes Steve is there to tell her Billy isn’t worth it too. Because that’s not the case, he ends up going in the room to visit Billy with her.

They do the small talk, the awkward, sorry about the fact that you’ve been in the hospital for six months now and nobody wants to come see you thing, and at some point Billy realizes that Steve can’t hear a damned thing he’s saying. He tests his theory by saying Steve’s name when he’s not looking and just waiting for him to answer but, surprise he doesn’t because he didn’t hear it at all, and Billy’s just like, you’re deaf aren’t you?

The progression of the fic is basically Steve coming to visit Billy everytime he has an appointment for his hearing (and more, but Bill doesn’t know that) but the day of his last appointment to make sure his hearing aids are functioning as well as they ever will for how bad off his hearing is, Billy’s acting different.

When he’d first walked into his room Billy had been surprisingly bright eyed and bushy-tailed for what he went through, but now he’s just acting all mopey. Max makes him tell Steve what’s wrong, and he confesses that he feels like he’s going to get left behind now that Steve’s all better, because then he has no real reason to visit him anymore. But Steve has one very good reason, and the rest of the story is him making sure Billy knows it.

girlyfriends- This’n’s sort of a non-canon compliant character study about aromantic! Billy, focusing on how awful and uncomfortable he felt with his past girlfriends, messing up dates and never going as far as they wanted him to, which at the time he pinned on liking boys instead, but then after he gets with Steve, he feels like this is different and he likes it, but he’s still not too big on all the lovey dovey, romance stuff. He rationalizes it as like, maybe just being a side effect of him being an asshole or something, but he‘s actually super insecure about how he is in relationships. There is a fluffy resolution though where he embraces his identity, it’s really not all doom and gloom, boo hoo I hate myself stuff.

cali house- Years after Starcourt, the boys have moved to a decent house in California using their government hush hush money, and they’re there for only about a month when Billy’s mother shows up at their door.

She says she caught wind that her son was back in town and wanted to come see him, after all this time. Billy of course lets her back in his life immediately, his mom meant so much to his recovery process and now that she’s here, he can’t turn her away, but Steve’s a little suspicious of her intentions.

He thinks that if she wanted to see Billy, she would’ve done that years ago before he ever even left Cali in the first place, or that you know, she wouldn’t have fucking left him behind. He tries to bring it up with Billy gently, but he won’t hear it, and he feels beyond hurt by the suggestion because he thinks Steve is just jealous that he’s spending time with his mother, who he hasn’t seen for upwards of fifteen years at this point.

They fight and avoid each other for a few days until Billy’s momma admits when he brings it up, over lunch or something saying like, “Steve thought you were using me or something, isn’t that crazy?” and she’s just like “Well, actually...”and tells him that money was tight, and she needed a little extra money, so Billy and his disability checks and his rich (boy)friend seemed like the perfect opportunity to get some.

He goes back home to Steve and expects him to be mad, to rub it in that he was right, but he’s really not, he’s super supportive, and you know, Billy finally realizes he doesn’t need to have this bullshit family thing with his mother, because he already has one, Max and Steve and his friends and all the people that actually care about him.

medical emergency (tw attempted suicide)-

Billy, who’s living on his own in an apartment downtown after Starcourt, deliberately doesn’t get his prescriptions refilled because he’s so done. He’s weak and he’s hurting and he doesn’t feel like himself anymore, and he just feels like he wouldn’t care if his body gave up, if he suffocated in his sleep or had another heart attack. So he doesn’t take care of himself, and when he runs out of oxygen he just doesn’t go get anymore, but he’s halfway to choking on his own blood when he realizes he doesn’t want to die.

He calls Steve, because he’s not calling the cops and he can’t remember anyone’s numbers in his panic, but Steve’s is written on his calendar, scribbled there because they were supposed to make plans for something with the kids. Steve takes him to the hospital, having to fight him to put the CPAP on him to make sure his lungs didn’t collapse before they could get him to Hawkins General, and Billy’s just, so bone tired.

They do all their treatment stuff and get his body back under control, so Steve finally asks him what happened, if maybe he needed someone around to help him remember his meds and stuff, and Billy just, he breaks, like a dam overfilled he just pours out with all of this helplessness and sadness he’d been feeling, how he doesn’t want to live the way he does or at all anymore, and Steve’s heart just breaks for him.

He moves in with him, nobody’s willing to leave him alone after what happened, and Steve (along with Billy getting a new therapist because the old one was incompetent enough to not notice how bad off he was) helps him to realize he has something to live for.

#answered #anonymous #ejs wips #ej writer #yeah theres no such thing as sending it late #if y’all want to ask me just ask me! dont worry about it!

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kyber-crystal · 4 years

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department of matchmaking || s.r

summary: in which you’re asked by aunt may to babysit peter while she’s away at a business conference & steve tags along. peter, being the innocent smol bean he is, tries to get you and the Captain together.

words: ~3.1k

warnings: none, just fluff & a little matchmaking spider-man :) and OH steve’s blue jacket heheh. tony’s your dad in this oop cant resist a stark child. shhh CW never happened bc i’m still in denial

Peter: Aunt May says she has a couple errands to run so she won't be back until later this afternoon. Can you pick me up? School just ended.

You: Of course!

Peter: Ned and I are planning on building the Lego Death Star tonight. I know you're a sucker for building stuff :)

You: You know me so well, kiddo. I'm definitely in. How could I miss out on our weekly date nights?

Peter: You're the best! See you soon

You: See you!

"Where are you going?"

"May's busy, so I gotta go pick Peter up from school," you explained to Steve as you slung your purse over your shoulder and grabbed the keys to your (Tony's) Audi, sliding your sunglasses on. "We're having one of our weekly Friday movie nights, and he and Ned just got a new Lego set that they want me to help construct. You wanna come along?"

"Sure, I don't mind."

You headed outside to the car together, sticking the keys into the ignition as Steve slid in next to you in the passenger's seat. "I hope you don't have anything else planned for the rest of tonight. We might be there for a while...I know we were gonna see that new action movie in theaters tomorrow. I'm sorry."

"Nope, no plans," he smiled, "I'm free for the rest of this weekend. As long as I get to spend time with you, it's okay."

You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter a bit at his words.

But you quickly brushed the thought off, knowing the last thing you were supposed to do was fall for someone after you'd just gotten over a nasty breakup.

Soon enough, you pulled up in front of Midtown High School and saw Peter standing with Ned by the curb. You rolled the window down and called out to them. "Hey, boys. Need a ride?"

"My favorite Avenger! Hi!" Ned greeted as he and Peter got into the backseat, strapping their seatbelts on.

"Ouch, I'm offended," Steve placed a hand over his chest and pretended to look hurt. "I thought I was your favorite?"

"Captain America! It's an honor!" he exclaimed. "I've heard so much about you from Peter!"

"Oh, really? I hope he only told you good things?" the super-soldier chuckled.

"Yup!"

"So, how was school?" you glanced back at the two teenagers from the rearview mirror. "Anything interesting happen?"

"No, except they actually served something edible in the cafeteria for lunch today," Peter rolled his eyes. "Which is a first."

You sighed, placing your hand back on the wheel, "School food isn't the best thing ever."

"So uh, I have a question," Ned spoke up as you headed down the street, "are you and Y/N a...thing? ‘Cause I hear a lot of fans are speculating that the kickass agent and America’s golden boy are dating."

"What? No," you and Steve replied in unison, exchanging a knowing look before bursting into laughter. "No."

"Okay..."

It was mostly quiet for the rest of the car ride back to the apartment. Peter pulled out the keys from his jacket pocket and slid it in the lock, pushing the door open and gesturing for the rest of you to come inside.

"So," he breathed out, setting his backpack down by the front door and dusting his hands off. You sat around the sofa together, glancing at the massive Lego set on the coffee table. "Here it is, in all its glory."

"How many pieces is this?" Steve questioned, looking at it in shock.

"Almost 4000."

A buzzing sound from his phone made Peter look down, swiping a few times before unlocking it and scanning over the new notification.

"May has an overnight business conference and she won't be back until tomorrow evening. She wants you to babysit," he explained as he looked up at you.

"Fine by me," you shrugged. "Cap?"

"Sure, why not."

"But I'm 15 and 8 months! I'm not a baby."

"Well, kiddo, I'm 28 and Tony treats me like a baby even though I’m not a baby anymore. Steve's going on 32, and acts like he's 12."

"I do not!"

"Yes, you do."

"I do not!"

"Yes, you do."

"Arguing like a married couple," Peter coughed, and Ned wiggled his eyebrows up and down. "Cute."

"For the last time, we're not a thing," you let out an exasperated sigh, but felt a blush creep up your cheeks as you spoke.

Two hours later you were a little over halfway done with building the Death Star, and fatigue was beginning to catch up with you after you neglected your sleep schedule and pulled three all-nighters in a row bingeing Netflix with Sam.

You let out a yawn as you flipped through the instructions pamphlet, stretching your arms up in the air.

"You tired?" Steve asked. You were too tired to respond, simply leaning into him and closing your eyes.

"You can take her to the guest room. Straight down the hall, then turn right," Peter said as he noticed you'd now fallen asleep on him. "We can continue this after dinner."

Steve scooped you up into his strong arms and carried you down the hall, pushing the door to the guest room open with one hand before carefully setting you down on the bed, tucking you in.

"Sleep tight," he whispered, a ghost of a smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss your forehead and left.

"Ahem. Now that she's gone," Ned cleared his throat, "time to plan on how we're supposed to get our OTP together!"

"Ned, really-"

"You should ask her out, Cap. I see the way you look at her," Peter raised an eyebrow at him, "I mean, it's clear to everyone how you feel about her, and the way she feels about you. Sam sees it, Mr. Stark sees it, heck, I think May has her suspicions as well because she wouldn't stop talking about how great of a couple you two would be over dinner last night-"

"Look, Peter, I don't think she's ready for a relationship."

"Why not?"

"She just broke up with her boyfriend two months ago. I doubt she'd be willing to date again."

"But you're her best friend! You're literally the perfect man for her!"

"It doesn't matter. I'm not taking advantage of someone when they're vulnerable. That isn't right."

He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and kicking his feet up against the coffee table, tossing a spare Lego piece up and down in one hand. "Yeah, I totally believe the great Captain America isn't in love with the great Y/N."

"She's my friend. A teammate."

"Friends with benefits!" Ned chimed in. Steve made a face at this. "No, not like that. I mean that as in, you guys do all the things that regular couples do, except you're not officially a couple. And I think that's big enough of an indication that you should get together for real."

"I'm just waiting for the right time."

"AHA!" both boys shouted. "So you are in love with her!"

"Keep it down!" he scolded. "She's asleep!"

"You didn't deny it this time..."

"Fine, whatever. What do you guys want for dinner? I'll go pick it up."

"Pizza."

"If Y/N asks where I am, just tell her I went to go get the food."

"Okay."

As soon as the door shut behind Steve, Peter and Ned's heads immediately whipped over and they faced each other, exchanging evil grins.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Ned practically squealed.

"Yeah, I'm thinking what you're thinking!"

"Romantic dinner and movie night setup!" both boys whooped and hollered.

"I'll light the candles and get the napkins. May always keeps a stock of scented ones when Y/N comes over because she loves the smell of cherry blossoms."

"...I'll grab the rose petals and tablecloth."

"Rose petals?"

"Mind if I tear apart the flower on your desk?"

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Also, the regular tall candles are in the cabinet below the sink in the bathroom."

"Yessir."

Twenty minutes later, Steve came back with the pizza in hand, setting the keys on the counter and closing the door, stopping dead in his tracks as he observed the scene before him.

"What is going on?"

"We set up a date night for you two because we know you've been working hard this past week and deserved to relax," Peter explained happily. "So, here you go!"

"Peter," Steve sighed, rubbing his forehead, "I appreciate your effort, but Y/N isn't ready for a relationship and neither one of us has feelings for the other."

"But you guys deserve a break! After working nonstop you should at least rest or something."

"Alright, alright. I'll go get Y/N. You guys set the pizza on the plates for everyone, okay?"

"Got it."

You yawned and rubbed your eyes, then stretched your arms up into the air, skidding to a halt as you observed the sight before you.

“Wh...what’s going on?”

Peter and Ned grinned from where they sat on the couch, paper plates on their laps. “We thought you deserved a nice break, so we set up a little something for you guys!”

“A romantic dinner? Why...”

"It looks pretty and gives off a relaxing mood. Why else?” Peter laughed nervously. “Now eat!”

“Okay...” you started growing suspicious, but didn’t question it, “alright, then.”

You fell into an awkward silence after that, aside from the occasional sound of silverware clinking against plates and drink glasses being set back down on the table. The atmosphere felt heavier than before and you couldn’t help but wonder what it was.

“So, uh...how have you been holding up?” Steve asked you tentatively. He knew the topic of your ex-boyfriend was still that of a rather sensitive one - you’d come storming through the elevator doors and gulped down half a bottle of vodka (you never drank, so this had everyone genuinely worried), before heading upstairs and taking a forty-five minute shower, then afterwards, proceeded to lock yourself in your room for the rest of the afternoon.

When you wouldn’t come down for dinner, he had to carry up your food to you and when you refused to eat, he was the one to force-feed you. When you suddenly broke down sobbing when he asked you if you were alright, he was the one who held you in your arms. He was the one who got you out of bed to bring you downstairs for some fresh air and to interact with the others, and not once during the time he was having to take care of you for, did he question any of your behavior. You were hurting and that was all that mattered. If you were hurting, he was hurting, too.

“It’s been a rough eight weeks...” you sighed, rubbing your forehead with one hand as you took a sip of wine. “Could be better, but...I’m alright. I just wish I could’ve seen that coming from the moment I went on that blind date with him.”

“What do you mean?” Steve was confused - you’d never mentioned any details of your relationship, you were a very private person, for that matter. You rarely ever opened up to anyone. “I thought you were...”

“Happy? Hell no, I don’t even know why I stayed,” you scoffed as you took another swing of your drink. “It was so easy to fall into a routine. There was this gaping hole in my heart, and...I needed it to be filled somehow. Then Agent Williams comes along, a seemingly perfect new SHIELD recruit, almost everything a girl could possibly want in a man standing right in front of me...how could I not fall for his façade? I didn’t realize it was doomed from the start until about a week into the relationship...but I held my tongue. I knew if I dared to speak up against him, he’d somehow manage to use my words against me, twist everything I said into a whole new lie...he manipulated me, day after day...yet I still didn’t leave because I genuinely believed he’d change.

“But I was wrong. I was naïve, I stayed because I was so desperate to experience true happiness that I went as far as to stay with someone I knew would do a number on my mental health in the long run. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I walked into HQs one day to drop stuff of for Coulson, to see Williams on top of someone else...in the gym. In the gym...of all places. I only didn’t blast him because I didn’t want to destroy Fury’s property. So I slapped him and left. That’s it. This whole...fling, or whatever the hell you want to call this shitty relationship, lasted only twenty-six days before everything fell apart. God, I’m so stupid - I should’ve known. I was so stupid, I’m such a horrible person for doing what-”

Steve felt his blood boil with anger. Williams had cheated on you - that’s why you’d broken up. All this time he’d been thinking that you simply fell out of love, or maybe ended it on friendlier terms - when in fact, it was anything but.

Nobody deserved to be treated this way, especially you. I could treat you much better, he thought to himself.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said softly, reaching a hand up to wipe the stray tears that fell from your eyes. Instead of letting his hand fall back at his side right away, he let it linger there for a moment, gently stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. The feeling sent electricity up his fingers. “It’s not your fault. You’re not a bad person...he is.”

“Shit, I think our plan’s backfiring,” Peter hissed into Ned’s ear as they watched the scene unfold from the couch. “What the fuck, Ned!”

“Shh! Hold on, they’re having a really deep conversation. Let them be for a second.”

“I was stupid enough to stay, when he was giving off all the wrong signs...I should’ve listened to Tony and Nat. They knew. They knew from the moment we first got together, but I didn’t listen...”

“It’s okay. You didn’t know any better,” he reassured you, absentmindedly taking your hand in his and rubbing circles across your palm, “you just wanted to be happy. To experience that feeling that came along with being in a relationship. Frankly, I think I would’ve done the same thing.”

“And what makes me feel even worse,” your voice caught in your throat as you spoke, “...were my true intentions of staying. I wanted to be happy, I really did. But I realized I’d never achieve that with someone like him...in a way, I was using him too, I guess. Not for my personal gain or anything, not to boost my social status, like he did...he always made a point of walking around and declaring that he had an Avenger girlfriend. But...”

“But what?”

“I knew if I was in a relationship with someone, that’d prevent me from thinking about being with anyone else. Well...that plan failed...horribly.”

“...What are you saying?”

“Of course, I didn’t figure that out until not long ago...but yeah. The heart wants what it wants...and it didn’t want him.”

“Then who was it?”

Your gaze flickered down to your now-intertwined fingers. You hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “...I think you know who it is, Steve.”

“See!” Ned kicked Peter in the shin as he was in the middle of finishing off his second slice, and he winced. “It’s getting saucy!”

“Ow!”

“I think we both know,” Steve murmured.

You let out a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a sob. “I don’t know why I tried pursuing a relationship that wouldn’t fulfill me in the long run. I should’ve known it was you all along, huh? You know me like the back of your hand. For Odin’s sake, you remembered every detail of my SHIELD file, my favorite color, my exact birth date, everything there is to know about me. It’s always been you-”

“...It broke my heart to see you with someone who wasn’t me,” he said quietly.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want you to feel like I was meddling in your love life. I know you hate it when people do that.”

“Steve-”

“I knew you weren’t as happy as you let on. I shouldn’t have stayed silent...I should’ve at least said something. I was terrified to speak up, thinking that you wouldn’t reciprocate my feelings-”

“You...you what?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly, “I’m in love with you.”

Peter let out a squeak. Ned chucked a pillow at him, a giddy look on his face.

“Good news,” you laughed, “because I’m in love with you too.”

“FINALLY!” Ned whooped, unable to contain his excitement for any longer. He and Peter exchanged a fist-bump. “FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY! I can’t believe our ship finally sailed! Though I gotta be honest, I had no idea pizza could bring out people’s true feelings like that.”

“We’re geniuses!” Peter squealed, pulling out his phone.. “Oh, wait until Mr. Stark hears about this!”

Your eyes widened in realization. “Peter, don’t you dare c-”

Too late. A buzzing sound came from your phone, alerting you of a new notification, and you unlocked it to see a text from your father.

Mr. Stank😡: Took you long enough, honey. I expect a grandchild soon.

Mr. Stank😡: But I’m gonna be honest, I wouldn’t want any other man for you than Capsicle himself.

You let out a loud groan, shoving your phone back into your purse. “Oh, come on.”

A buzzing sound came from Steve’s phone as well, and he took it out of his pocket to take a look.

Stark: You better not knock her up until after you get married and then leave. I learned that lesson too late. I’m being serious when I’m telling you to treat her right - she hasn’t been the same since her mother walked out all those years ago. You make her happy, though, so I won’t try to intervene.

Stark: But if you hurt her in any way, I’ll break your face. Capiche?

Steve: ...Capiche.

“Ooh! I just got a promotion for telling him about you guys!” Peter clasped his hands together. “I’m joining you on your next group mission!”

“That’s great, Peter!” you congratulated, “but...why would he give you a promotion for...this?”

“Because he’s been waiting for this to happen for the longest time! Oh and also, your food’s getting cold.”

“We could just reheat it. Or...if you guys are still hungry, do you want to go to Olive Garden?” Steve looked over at the two teenage boys.

“YES.”

“Y/N, what about you?”

“It’s a date,” you winked. You let out a small laugh upon seeing his cheeks flush red.

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magniloquent-raven · 4 years

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@bambixxblue wrote this absolutely gorgeous piece and i got a little carried away writing my take on billy’s pov and so here we are lol pls enjoy!!

Billy always figured rock bottom for him would be something Shakespearean. Self-inflicted tragedy. Family bullshit gone too far. Madness and mayhem and spectacle.

He did not picture this. Dying slowly of boredom, too fucking exhausted to even stay pissed at Max. When he got to Hawkins all he had was his anger. With the ocean two thousand miles away and his first and only relationship ended with an awkward, “Clean break, y’know? Don’t really...want to do long distance.” The guy couldn’t even make eye contact when he said it. But then, he never could stomach looking at Billy’s bruises.

It felt empty. Their breakup. Billy barely felt anything afterwards, and that numbness had...grown. Spread. Without any of the things he used to give a shit about, he’s drifting tetherless and cold and so fucking lonely. He hit rock bottom in Hawkins, Indiana, when he shrugged off Max’s needling because he just can’t bring himself to fucking care anymore.

She’s noticed, he knows she has, he isn’t subtle. He isn’t terrorizing her anymore and she’s started to poke at him again. Hesitant, asking about innocuous shit, trying to figure out if he’s forgiven her, but he can’t tell her it isn’t as simple as that. So he ignores her.

As much as he can, anyways, he’s still playing the big brother in front of Neil. Driving her around and shit, pretending he isn’t counting the days until he graduates and he can ditch her. This town. Everything.

He hasn’t found anything in Hawkins worth sticking around for. It’s not like he has friends here. Tommy and his posturing, Carol and her wandering eyes, they don’t give a fuck about him. None of the people who hang around him do, they’re just idiots trying to seem cooler than they are. Or get in his pants.

Makes pretending easy, at least. It’s not like there’s a shortage of girls to hit on.

Even though he kind of wishes there were. Wishes going through the motions didn’t make him feel so sick, didn’t leave his stomach hollow and his heart heavy. With girls back in California it was...whatever. It was fine. Something to do. It made him feel wanted, and that was enough sometimes. But now… now he knows what it’s supposed to feel like, and he hates how wrong anything else is.

There was this one girl, Heather, and talking to her was actually nice. They got along well enough that he didn’t have to fake laughing at her jokes, smiled a little more real around her. Except the whole time she was playing with her hair, and biting her lip, and he had to act like that was what he was focused on, not the fact that they could actually be friends if that was something he was letting himself do.

Because Hawkins isn’t worth his time. It isn’t. Fuck this town and fuck Indiana and fuck trying to make this shithole more bearable because having one conversation with someone he actually got along with opened up a chasm in his fucking chest. He cried himself to sleep that night. Felt everything he’d been pushing away since he moved to Hawkins. All the ways he missed California, and feeling like he belonged somewhere.

The taste of salt made it worse. He hated crying. Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood and holding his breath until it hurt because he couldn’t make a fucking sound or Neil would hear him. He’d always hated it. But especially now. When the taste of salt makes him ache for things he can’t have anymore. Nights by the pier, stolen kisses that tasted like cheap beer and the saltwater still on their lips. Afternoons spent teaching Max to surf. The precious few memories of his mother, sunshine in her hair and sand between their toes.

He avoided Heather after that. Hadn’t exactly started keeping to himself as much as...trying to disappear into a role. The one Hawkins High had assigned him. Brash outsider, newcomer, bad boy, whatever. He made damn sure that was all anyone would see him as. Acted the part. Didn’t talk about anything that mattered.

And he kept driving Max around. To school, mostly, since they were both going to the same one, which was fucking weird, but made shit easier. To the arcade sometimes. And to her little nerd club.

She’s talked about it, he’s sure, but he couldn’t be bothered to listen. It was enough that he got her there, he didn’t need to know what she was doing once he dropped her off.

But she still chatters away, gushing about having friends and talking to people who get her. He’s not jealous. He isn’t.

He turns the music up a little and ignores her scowl at the obvious brush-off.

He also ignores how hard she slams the door when she gets out. It’s passive-aggressive, but they’ve perfected being assholes to each other in several languages by now. She doesn’t flip him off as she stomps away though, and he’s not sure if that’s progress.

Billy’s itching for a cigarette. Neil hates it when he smokes around the house, and if he brings Max back stinking like Marlboro Reds... well it wouldn’t be good. So he can’t even smoke in his own fucking car.

But it’s cold as fuck in Indiana and his leather jacket isn’t enough.

He shifts in his seat. Fuck it. He’ll wait. He can smoke anywhere that isn’t the high school fucking parking lot. He’s about to take off, one hand on the steering wheel, when he looks up and--

Oh. Fuck.

There’s another car in the parking lot. There’s… fuck the car, there’s this guy in the driver’s seat, and--

Forget Indiana being cold, he’s suddenly warmer than the California sun, could heat the whole damn state with what’s unfurling in his chest.

Because...because holy fuck.

He was already looking at Billy, with big fuckin’ doe eyes, soft lashed and expressive, and sparkling with something Billy doesn’t quite have a name for.

And somewhere in the back of his brain he remembers Tommy whining about some guy, some guy who drove a beemer, always toting those kids around. Max talking about one of her friends’ babysitter or whatever, talked about him like he hung the fucking moon, and--

And Billy kind of gets it now. Understands the fuss over Steve goddamn Harrington.

The smile tugging at the corners of Steve’s mouth-- that mouth, goddamn-- is...it’s soft and small, and weirdly intimate considering they’re making eye-contact through two sheets of glass. Billy almost feels like he’s intruding on a moment, except...the warmth in Steve’s eyes is inviting. Makes him feel more at ease than he’s been in...ever.

Jesus fucking Christ, the way the September sun makes Steve shine, his thick brown hair well-kept and glossy, the faded remnants of a summer tan making his skin glow. He’s beautiful. Like a work of fucking art, somehow made flesh and living in Indiana of all places. Billy could spend hours looking at the lines of his profile, the cut of his shoulders, the way his hair falls across his forehead.

Three seconds and one smile. That’s all it took to make him waver. To light him up and make him forget about not caring, about keeping his distance and running the second he gets the chance.

He’s run from a lot of things in his life. Some things he regrets, but he knows he wouldn’t regret anything like he’d regret running from this.

So he smiles back. Almost. Enough. Enough to bring a pretty flush to Steve’s cheeks.

Yeah, this is going to be fun.

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sunlightdances · 5 years

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Weights & Dates (Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes AU)

Title: Weights and Dates Author: Katie @sunlightdances Summary: Personal trainer Bucky Barnes. Wearing those smedium t-shirts. And sweating. Do I really have to say more? Disclaimer: I don’t own Bucky or Marvel. Please don’t repost my work on any other sites without my permission! I’d love for you to reblog this and tell me what you think if you read. It means the world to me. Author’s Note: I have a lot of other WIPs to work on but I had no choice but to write this when it was brought up in the Marvel creators Discord. Thank u for being a bad influence @jbbuckybarnes. ALSO: this was literally just meant to be drooling over what Bucky looks like at the gym (thank u Don Saladino for those gym vids as inspo) but ended up also having FEELINGS. What can u do, you know?

You’re nervous as you walk up the concrete steps to the gym, wringing your hands together as you try to convince yourself that this is a good idea.

It’s January. The time of the year everyone makes a resolution to go to the gym more, so here you are. A fresh gym membership and a session with a personal trainer on the schedule. You want to do this, you really do - you know you’ll feel good after a workout - but you can’t help but be nervous.

You haven’t worked out in ages, and you’re worried you’ll make a fool of yourself. It doesn’t help that you looked up your trainer on the gym’s website after the session was scheduled, and he’s-- he’s so hot. There’s really no other words for it.

So, yes, you’re nervous.

Still, you tell yourself to stop being an idiot and when you get inside, you’re a little calmed by the sight of a bunch of other nervous-looking people who are clearly there for the first time, too.

When you check in at the desk to ask where you’re meant to go for your session, the girl sends you down the hall and into an empty room on the left. “Bucky will be there in a few minutes, he’s finishing up with a group down the hall.” She sends you a quick smile, and then you’re alone.

Feeling fidgety, you take off your coat and put your bag in a corner, and you’re saved from being alone for too much longer when the door opens after a few minutes and a very tall, very sweaty man comes into the room.

You recognize him immediately from the picture on the gym’s website, and oh shit, he’s even hotter in person, especially when he meets your eyes and smiles at you, a crooked slow smile that has you nearly running for the hills.

“Hi,” he says brightly, “sorry to keep you waiting. I’m also sorry I’m disgusting right now,” he says, chuckling, and you almost scoff because hello? Has he seen himself? There’s no way he could ever be considered disgusting.

You introduce yourself, still feeling a little awkward.

“Nice to meet you,” he says warmly. “Let’s sit for a second.” The two of you sit cross-legged on the floor, and you giggle a little as he struggles to lower his enormous frame to sit next to you. He smiles, amused. “So. What brings you here?”

You frown a little. Are you in the wrong place? Didn’t you sign up for a session? Why--

“I meant, why did you sign up for personal training?” He asks kindly, seeing you flounder. “Any particular reason?”

You fidget some more. “Just-- I want to get back into shape. Not--” you shut your eyes briefly, frustrated that you can’t vocalize your thoughts. “I’m not trying to lose weight. I’m happy with my body. I just want to feel better. Stronger, more energy, less aches and pains.”

You’re embarrassed, but he doesn’t look like he’s judging you at all. In fact, if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was giving you a once over, but you shake that thought away. He’s a trainer. It’s his job to assess the situation. That’s all it is.

Standing, he offers his hand. When you take it, he tugs you to your feet, and gives you that grin you’re beginning to realize might actually give you a heart attack one of these days.

“Okay then. Let’s get started.”

You have been training with Bucky Barnes for one month, and you regret every nice thing you ever thought about him.

Sure, you still think he’s the most good looking person you’ve ever seen in real life, but that’s it. He’s trying to kill you, you’re convinced of it.

You’re bent over at the waist, sweat dripping from your forehead, struggling to get in even one deep breath.

“Come on,” he says gently. “You got this. Two more exercises and we’re done for today.”

“I’ll be done forever if I keep going,” you grumble, and he laughs.

“You’ll be alright. Come on. Deep breath, and let’s push through it.”

You finish your workout with some pushups and situps, like always (gets the heart rate going one more time, he told you on the first day), and then you basically collapse on the mat underneath you, arms refusing to hold you up any longer.

He sits next to you, close enough you can feel the heat radiating off him. “Gonna make it?” He asks, arching an eyebrow.

“Shut up,” you say weakly, “Just leave me here to die.”

“So dramatic.” He stands, offering his hand. “Come on, up you go. You’ll cramp if you sit there too long.”

After ten minutes or so and an entire water bottle chugged, you leave with a wave, and Bucky watches you go, trying and failing not to notice the way your shirt sticks to your back or the single bead of sweat that drips from your collarbone that he can see even from all the way over here at the front desk.

“Dude.”

Bucky turns to see Sam and Steve, both amused, and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t start.”

“When are you going to ask her out?”

“Literally never.” He turns to leave, but Sam and Steve just trail after him, peppering him with questions.

“Why not?!”

“She’s a client. She doesn’t need me putting the moves on her.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “She’s been looking at you the same way you’re looking at her, man.”

Bucky stops in his tracks, but tries to shake it off. That’s not right. There’s been zero signs. Even the day you were early and he caught you watching him as he finished his own workout on the squat rack-- there wasn’t anything but innocent curiosity in your eyes.

He’s pretty sure.

“Dude, you are so dumb.” Sam says, helping him put the weights you’d been using with him back in their racks against the wall.

“I’m not going to ask her out! It doesn’t matter how--” He stops himself short of saying that it doesn’t matter how beautiful or funny or smart or gorgeous he thinks you are, he just can’t. “She came here because she wanted help, and she trusts me enough to let me do that. So I’m not going to do or say anything stupid just because you two idiots think it’s a good idea.”

Another month passes. You’re almost at the three month mark, and it’s time to renew your membership.

You want to keep training, you’re just not so sure you should keep doing it with Bucky.

You’re-- you’re getting attached. And look, this membership is not cheap. Realistically, you can’t do it forever, and when it comes time to stop coming to the gym, you feel like it’s going to suck.

You don’t know why it feels so much like a breakup, but you’re really doing your best to avoid the subject with Bucky.

“You’re quiet,” he says, before you start your session. He’s putting out some of the equipment, and you can’t help but notice the way his muscles shift in his back, the way his shirt is pulled so tightly-- no. You have to stop, because this is embarrassing. You’re a grown ass woman. Get a grip.

“Just tired I guess,” you say, starting to stretch. You can feel his eyes on you, but not in a predatory way, you can tell he wants to say something, ask something. You hope he doesn’t.

The workout goes fine. Great, even. You can actually tell that you’ve made progress. And you’re proud of yourself for sticking with it. You can tell Bucky is too, the little smile on his face as he sits next to you as you stretch a good indicator.

“That was a good one today,” he comments, “Feeling okay?”

“Shoulder’s are a little sore from the weighted squats, but other than that I feel good.”

He hums sympathetically. “Drink a lot of water and take some pain reliever before you go to bed. It’ll help with the muscle soreness.”

As he turns to start putting some stuff away, you watch him. As his sleeves ride up, you notice a smattering of scars on his left shoulder and you find yourself realizing you know nothing about him.

It’s just a crush. You have no idea who he is other than tall, muscled, and extremely handsome. Also charming, and kind, and generous, and-- no. It’s just a crush. There should be nothing hard about ending your training with him.

“I can’t renew my membership.” You blurt, and he spins around, startled.

“Sorry?”

You shake your head, “I-- it’s been three months and the rate is going up. If I renew I’ll barely be able to pay my rent.”

He frowns. “Is it-- did I do something?” He asks, and it’s so plaintive, so concerned, you want to curl up in a ball and die.

“No! It’s not you--”

“I just--” he runs a hand through his hair, “You’ve been making great progress. And I thought we were getting along okay…”

“We are!” You’re quick to reassure him. “I just…”

He stops you before you can continue, “Wait, it’s okay. You don’t have to justify yourself to me. I get it.” He sends you a smile, but even you can tell he’s faking it.

You’re on your feet quickly, trying to end this awkward conversation before it gets any worse. “Well… I-- thanks, Bucky. Really, I lucked out with you.” You tell him, giving him a grin before shoving your hoodie in your bag and leaving before he can say anything else.

You make your last payment at the front desk, and avoid Steve’s eyes (the owner and Bucky’s best friend, you’ve discovered) when he ends your membership. Somehow you think he knows more than he’s letting on, but you appreciate that he doesn’t ask you about it.

When you leave, you wonder why you feel like you’re giving up on something that never even started.

Bucky’s still in the training room after you leave, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. People end their memberships or don’t renew all the time.

Why does this feel so different?

Because it’s her, his mind unhelpfully supplies, but it’s more than that.

He can’t get over the way you just blurted it out, like you couldn’t wait one more second to get out of there. He goes over every session, every interaction, trying to figure out where he got it all wrong.

One thing’s for sure - he was right, and he never should have let Steve and Sam try to convince him that you had feelings for him.

2 months later

You’re sitting at a table in a restaurant you don’t even like, trying your best not to release the tears that so desperately want to spill out.

You hate that you’re even here - talked into a blind date by your coworker is probably not the smartest decision you’ve ever made, but whatever.

Embarrassed because the waiter has definitely noticed you’ve been alone for far longer than anyone else at a table for two, you’re wondering how to avoid having to tell him that your date isn’t showing before going home.

Just as you’re looking around to find the waiter, you see him at the bar.

His eyes widen, just slightly, before he softens, hesitating before getting off the barstool and heading over to you. You feel the embarrassment welling back up inside you when he gets close enough to speak.

The way he says your name… it’s question and there’s sympathy there.

“I thought that was you,” He says. “Are you okay?” He asks, and you shrug.

You gesture to the chair across from you, and he sits, setting his drink down in front of him before pinning those eyes back on you.

“I guess my date isn’t coming,” you say lightly, and watch as that muscle in his jaw ticks.

“I’m sorry.”

You snort, “Don’t be sorry. You’re not the one who stood me up.”

He looks down, before quietly mumbling, “I wouldn’t have done that to you.”

You must look surprised, but then again so does he, a little bit, like he can’t believe he said that part out loud.

“Do you--” You start, hesitating “-- are you waiting for someone? Or would you want to…” you gesture to the chair he’s sitting in, asking without asking if he wants to eat with you. You have no idea where the urge came from.

You haven’t seen him in 2 months, and you’re starting to think it wasn’t just a crush. You’ve thought about him a lot since you stopped training, and now that he’s right here in front of you, you realize your attraction hasn’t waned. Not at all.

“I’m not waiting for anyone,” he says, a gentle smile on his full lips. “If you’re sure--”

“Even if he shows up, I don’t care.”

He grins at that, and you really can’t believe your luck that he’s here.

After a few minutes and another visit from the waiter, you ask about the gym.

“It’s the same, mostly,” he says. “Sam and Steve still annoy the hell out of me, and I’m still everyone’s favorite.”

You grin. “That’s not hard to believe.”

“You look great,” he says, a little shy. “Seeing another trainer?” He’s teasing you, you can tell, but there is an undercurrent of uncertainty there you don’t expect from him.

“I’ve gone on a few runs and worked out at home, but no. Haven’t been back to the gym.”

He props his head on his fist as he considers you. “Are you sure…” He rolls his eyes at himself, “Are you sure I didn’t do something to make you leave?”

He sounds so genuinely worried, you realize you have no choice but to tell him the truth. He didn’t do anything. It’s the truth, but the other truth is that you thought he was too cute to keep working out with. It sounds like something from high school.

“You didn’t do anything, Bucky. You were a perfect gentleman. That was part of the problem.”

Now he looks confused. Like a cute, confused puppy.

“It was the truth that the membership was getting a little expensive, but I also had a hard time because you’re super distracting.” You wait a beat for your meaning to hit him, and when it does, he reacts nothing like you expect.

He goes a little pink around the ears, but there’s a spark in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. It makes you nervous.

“I-- maybe, maybe had a crush on you and didn’t want to be that girl, so--”

“Wait, you had a crush, or you have a crush?” He interrupts. “Because if it’s past tense, what I’m about to tell you is going to sound so stupid.”

You’re a little in shock. He keeps going.

“I-- I was kinda bowled over the first time I met you.” His accent sounds a little stronger, and you’re relieved that he looks a bit nervous too. “You’re beautiful, and you were nervous, which was cute, but you made me laugh, and--” He stops for a second, probably worried he’s rambling. “I thought I was too obvious about it and that it made you uncomfortable. I thought that’s why you left. And then I was kicking myself for not asking you out in the first place, but I thought it would have been inappropriate because you were still a client.”

“Are you serious?” You blurt.

He laughs. “I’m serious.”

“So this whole time--”

“We both thought each other were hot and didn’t do anything about it,” he says, winking at you. “Really,” he adds, when he sees how skeptical you look, “You should see yourself in those leggings.”

“Bucky!”

“What! Like you didn’t know.”

“Okay, well what about you? Coming in there for our sessions with your cut off shirts and-- your muscles--”

“So, this is officially a date, right?” He interrupts your rambling, thank god. “Because I kinda haven’t stopped thinking about you for the last two months.”

You leave that night with your hand in his, his number in your phone, and a session at the gym set for next week.

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sassy-pelican · 5 years

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Touch Starved: Bucky Barnes

I finished the long ass fic mentioned in this post. As requested, I am tagging @ruckystarnes. I don’t know if this counts as part of the challenge for today (Oct 14) but I am going to tag it anyway, since technically they didn’t have sex on a bed.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Premise: As an old friend of Sam Wilson you knew you could count on him when you needed. When you lose your apartment due to a nasty breakup, he offers you a place the Avengers* Compound, for a small price; you have to cook at least once a week. As you get to know the individuals better, you learn that Bucky Barnes has a super-soldier appetite for more than just food.

Warning: Language, fluff, humor, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up), 18+, nsfw

*Resident Avengers: Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda, Vision, Sam, Bruce. This is set after Civil War and is AU. Bucky also has his new arm featured in Infinity War and Endgame. Except for Bucky’s arm and the new Bruce/Hulk, the events of the last two movies didn’t happen.

A/N: As mentioned in the post linked above, this is not at all what I set out to write. Although, I don’t actually know what I set out to write so that might be the problem. Anyway ... this is long (actual content is 4615 words), I could have added more but I figured I should stop. At least for now. The title also has nothing to do with the smut. This is unedited.

The day you walked in on your boyfriend of three years fucking some random bitch you didn’t realize how much your life was going to change. You had only stood there, open-mouthed and gaping as he fucked her into next Sunday. The Chinese takeout slipping from your hands you stared as it hit the ground, interrupting their fuck-fest.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Jason, the douchebag, just stared as he debated trying to explain.

“Who are you?” The woman asks. You close your eyes, trying to gain a semblance of decorum before opening your mouth. To hell with it.

“I am, was, his girlfriend. Of. Three. Years.” Her eyes go wide, hands clutching the sheet she was using to shield herself tighter now.

“Jason?” Her whiny voice is pleading. You want to vomit.

“Get out.” You mutter, barely above a whisper. They both hear you anyway. “Get out of my apartment!”

Hurriedly, they scramble for their clothes. Jason sends me a pleading look. “Baby…”

“Don’t.” You look him in the eyes, forcefully holding in the tears. “You don’t get to call me that. Not now. Not ever.”

“But –” You pick up his pants, the ones he still hasn’t put on, and throw them at him.

“I. Said. Get. Out.” He doesn’t argue after that.

You ate the Chinese food a few hours after they vacated the apartment. You sold it a few weeks after he came and picked up his stuff; the stuff you unceremoniously threw on the sidewalk.

The phone to Sam was a no-brainer. While the two of you had grown apart recently due to circumstances neither one of you could control, you knew him. You knew that in a pinch, he would help. Still, your voice shook as you explained. “I need a place to stay.”

“Of course. Although, I might mention that my current lodgings aren’t what you’re used to.” He says, rather sheepishly for Sam Wilson.

“What do you mean?” The phone becomes heavy in your hands as you await his response, the silence and his breathing on the other end deafening.

“I live at the Avengers Compound.”

“Oh.” You pause this time. “Am I allowed to stay over?”

“You are now.” He says as if it is the most obvious answer in the world.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Just cook for everyone once a week, maybe more, and they won’t ever let you leave.” He said jokingly. You didn’t take it as a joke.

“Does anyone have preferences?”

The first night you were there everyone paid you far more attention than you cared for. You knew it was because of your status as a civilian in a place no civilian, except maybe someone’s bed partner for the night, ever stepped foot.

“Guy’s, this is [Y/N]!” Sam yells excitedly. You cringe alongside a few others. “She is staying here for a while.” He doesn’t let anyone question you as he pulls your arm and forces you to follow him to the room, he deemed adequate for his ‘best lady-friend.’

“I apologize in advance.” He turns to me. “You’re next to Barnes.”

“Why is that bad?”

“The walls are soundproof enough, but not completely. He has terrible nightmares; even after his time in Wakanda. This is the best room available though, so you’ll have to make-do.”

“Honestly, I didn’t expect to be welcome at all once I heard where you live.” You mumble. “I’m sure the room will be fine Sam. Now, go hang out with your super-friends.”

He laughs, but does as you ask, only after dropping your bags on the floor.

With your own personal touches, the grey room won’t be bad, it just needs some love. Huffing out a sigh, you begin to unpack.

Hours after your arrival, the room to your liking, and everyone mildly accepting of your presence, you begin to plan the first meal.

The first meal was anything but boring. You decided to go with a classic: spaghetti and meatballs. You knew what you wanted, but now you needed the quantity resulting in a rather awkward conversion with Sam.

“How much does everyone eat?”

“Huh?”

“How much does everyone eat?” You ask again. Sam just stares at you.

“You’ve seen me eat, so like two servings of whatever for me. Wanda and Natasha eat like normal humans. Steve and Bucky eat enough for three people maybe four, and Bruce eats enough for six.”

You nod. Four hours later, twenty meatballs in, and five pounds of spaghetti later, you are ready to face the critics. The sound of everyone returning from their briefing with Tony before he left to go home lets you know it is time.

“What’s going on?” Wanda asks, Vision at her side.

“I made dinner?”

“You made all this?” Steve asks, dumbfounded.

“Yeah. It’s just spaghetti, albeit five pounds, but it is just spaghetti.” Everyone stares at you. “There are meatballs on the tray over there,” you point to them, “noodles and sauce are on the stove.” You swallow audibly and wait for everyone to react.

“How many meatballs did you fix?” Sam asks.

“Twenty, so eat sparingly.”

“Well I don’t know about you guys, but I am having five!” Sam says.

“You are not!” You yell. Looking at everyone you smile. “Well, this isn’t a five-star restaurant, this is buffet style. Serve yourselves.”

They did. Between you and everyone else, there wasn’t a scrap left.

It had been weeks and you hadn’t heard Bucky have a nightmare. Tonight though, you did. It wasn’t loud, but that didn’t make it any less disturbing. The low moans and groans from your shared wall made you want to hug him. You didn’t know if he would like that, so you stayed where you were. Sleep didn’t come easy, the sounds he was making haunting you as you tried to close your eyes.

The next morning, he didn’t come out for breakfast. Silently, and after everyone left for their various tasks, you plated a stack of blueberry pancakes, a bottle of syrup, butter, and a fork, and knocked on his door.

“Bucky?” You ask through the door.

He doesn’t answer. You knock again. “I have pancakes.” He doesn’t respond, not even a rustling.

“James Buchanan Barnes! If this door is unlocked, I am coming in!” Adjusting your hold, you try the door, unlocked.

Cautiously, you open it. He is sitting on his bed, bent over, head in his hands, hair a mess, and back dripping with sweat. “Bucky. You need to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I don’t care.” You set the plate and other things on the dresser. “Get up.” This time your tone is forceful.

He lifts his head, surprise on his features. “Get. Up.”

Reluctantly, he does. You hold out your hand. To your surprise, he takes it. “Eat. Then I will sit in here and help you fall asleep.”

“I can’t. I can’t fall asleep.” He mumbles, already digging into the food.

“You can.” You look at him, and he looks hollow. “You can Bucky.”

“How?”

“Let me help you.” You stare him down, or rather up. “I went through something similar with Sam when he first came back. Let me help you.”

He nods, continuing to eat. “Do you have a hairbrush?” You ask.

“In the drawer.” He points to his nightstand. You nod, retrieving it.

“Finish your pancakes.” It doesn’t take him long. The empty plate forgotten on the dresser is not your priority.

“Sit.” You gesture to the place in front of you, between your legs.

Your fingers find his hair before the brush. Combing through it lightly, you scrap his scalp, only a bit. His shoulders relax after a few minutes. They relax even more as you use the brush. Minutes, hours, whatever pass, and he is leaning back unconsciously. Without thinking, you pull him down. His head now rested on your chest, arms encircling his. His breathing is even, eyes closed as his face is turned up to the ceiling.

“Sleep Bucky.”

It doesn’t take long before he does. It doesn’t take long before you follow him.

You wake to his head buried in your chest, and your hands woven into his hair. His breathing is the most even you have heard, even more than when he is ‘relaxed’ with everyone. Absentmindedly, you run your fingers through his soft hair, the feeling cathartic even for you. It doesn’t even look like he moved, except for the fact that it is his face and the back of his head resting against you.

Looking at the clock beside his bed, you notice the time. Four hours. We’ve been asleep for four hours. Better than two, you surmise, but six would have been better. You can feel him begin to stir and hope he doesn’t overreact at the position.

“Bucky?”

“Huh?” He groans. The arms that are around your waist tighten, the vibranium now almost warm against the sliver of skin between your shorts and shirt.

“We probably need to get up.” You answer his muffled and incomprehensible question.

“Why?” Raspy, that’s what you’d call his voice, and despite your best efforts, it sends shivers down your spine.

“We’ve both been asleep for four hours.” You pause. “And I have to pee.”

He nods, barely, before lifting his head and looking around. The realization of where he has been hits him and his eyes go wide. You lock your arms, holding him tighter so he can’t move. “Bucky. It’s fine. Nothing happened. You were sleeping. I was sleeping.”

“Right.” You let go of him, and he stumbles off of you. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

For a few weeks the nightmares continued. Each time you would hesitantly go to him. You knew from Steve that he could get violent, not on purpose, but because he doesn’t know where he is. He never so much as laid a hand on you.

Every night it was the same. You would hear his groans, the sad and heartbreaking sounds of a broken man trying to heal, and his subconscious not letting him. You would open the door and be met with his hunched over and shaking figure, face usually wet with tears he never admits to. And every night, you would end up laying with him like that first day. And ever morning, you would wake up just as you did the first.

However, one seriously bad week had you questioning your tactics. Night after night, it would happen. Not once was there a break. Even with your nightly visits, he looked exhausted and haggard. “Bucky?”

“Yeah?” Everyone else had left the kitchen, leaving the two of you to clean up again.

“Why don’t I just stay with you tonight? It might help.” He stiffens at your suggestion.

“No.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You haven’t hurt me yet. And I don’t believe you will.” He sends you a pleading look. “Even if you do, it won’t be consciously.”

After a few choice words and more persuading on your part, he relents.

That night, you crawl into bed with him, back against his chest, and his arm slung around your waist. A new position, but not one any less comforting. His warm breath on the back of your neck almost tickles, but you don’t move. “Sleep Bucky.”

“G’night [Y/N].”

You are startled awake when you hear a loud bang from his bathroom. Bucky is no longer beside you, his side of them bed cold. Hearing a strangled sob, you jump up. “Bucky!”

The sight of him, curled into his self on the shower floor, water that is far too hot scalding his back, almost breaks you. “Bucky look at me.” You plead.

He does, his eyes rimmed with red and all but hollow. “I killed you.” You don’t interrupt him.

“I killed you. The one person that doesn’t want me to put on a brave face. I still had my other arm, and it was wrapped around your throat. You died.” At every word another tear falls from each of you.

Without thinking, you get into the shower with him, cooling the water down some. You take his flesh hand and put it against your heat. “Bucky. I’m here. I’m real. You didn’t kill me.” The shakiness of both your breathing is the only sound except for the water.

“But I could’ve.”

“But you didn’t. You didn’t touch me.” You hand squeezes his and he nods. Let’s get you out of your wet clothes and cleaned up okay?”

Again, he only nods, but he allows you to strip him of his soaked shirt and pants. You do the same. Standing with him, naked, you hug him tighter than normal. “It’s okay.” For once, the feeling of his soap doesn’t bother him. The grime from his hair that he hasn’t washed in too long, falls down the drain as you massage his head.

“Thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for.”

Dry, and somewhat clothed, you climb back in bed with him. Only this time, you are wrapped around him, his head in your chest once again.

Months of the same pass. The nights spent laying in one of your beds. The hot showers that calm him when he wakes from a particularly bad nightmare. But they are getting better. The time he wakes up fewer. The nights that he has to relive or watch a new horror in his dreams are less. Still, you sleep next to him. Neither one of you know how to fall asleep without each other now. The feeling of him beside you, calming in a way you never expected.

Soon you find yourself laying gentle kisses on the top of his head when you think he’s asleep. Most times, he isn’t.

After almost a year, you are family to everyone. And you have accepted that you aren’t going to be moving, even if you wanted to. Not that you want to. The weekly meals are the highlight of everyone’s week. Your spaghetti is still their favorite, however, you’ve taken to making six pounds and at least thirty meatballs now.

No one comments on the sleeping arrangements between you and Bucky. Neither of you really talk about it either. It just is. Sam threw a hissy fit when he saw the first time, but has grown to accept it, begrudgingly.

Either way, it continues. Although, you feel as if there is a new element of intimacy to it. The gentle kisses on his head aren’t just once in a while, they are every night. The soft caresses of his back as he hugs you tight, are frequent. The line of friends and more than is blurred.

On the one-year anniversary of that first meal, you fix spaghetti again. As everyone is cleaning up, you and Bucky in the kitchen, you notice the change.

He is happier. He looks better, more whole. The light that you knew was there before is back in his eyes. As he hands you a dish to dry, his eyes meet yours. The bright blue far less grey now. The smile he sends your way crashes over your senses. You almost crumble.

You are in love with Bucky.

That night, the dynamic changed. The purely platonic feeling of sleeping with him has charged energy. The kiss you give to the top of his head, shampoo still smelling heavenly, isn’t cold. It’s warm, it has sparks.

Long after he falls asleep you are still awake, hands running through his hair. Lifting yourself up, you press your lips to his cheek, lingering a bit too long.

“I love you.”

Content, you lay your head against his chest and listen to the beating of his heart. A beat you should have noticed was far too erratic to be asleep.

Long after you are asleep, he runs his own fingers through your hair. Gently, he places an identical kiss to your cheek.

“I love you too.”

He doesn’t notice the slight change in your breathing, even if he should. Because no matter how either one of you put it, you both confessed your love to someone you thought asleep.

The next day is awkward, neither one of you sure how to act around the other after the late-night confession you both thought one sided. The words you whispered to each other are now known and yet unknown to the other.

The night when you climb into bed beside him it feels different. Something feels wrong; like the soft-spoken confessions altered the comforting embrace from before.

Gathering all your courage, you speak. “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” His voice hitches. He knows exactly what you are talking about.

“Did you mean it when you said you loved me too?” This time, it is your voice that cracks. He doesn’t say anything for a while. Your nerves getting the best of you, you move to roll over.

“Yes.” He holds you in place, not allowing you to move away from him. “Yes I meant it.”

“I meant it too.” The silent tears of happiness refuse to fall as he looks at you.

He nods before pulling you impossibly closer. “Good.” He places a gentle kiss atop your head, one so like the ones you did countless nights before. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Despite the half-asleep and fully awake confessions to one another, not much pans out. The physicality of your relationship doesn’t change much. A few soft touches here, a few brushes there, but no kisses. Not yet. Not even in private.

“Bucky.”

“Huh?”

“Kiss me.” You didn’t dare say it before you entered the sanctity of his room. Didn’t dare disrupt the delicate balance in place.

He doesn’t move. You don’t say it again. “What is holding you back?”

“I still feel like this is a dream.” He looks at you. “If I kiss you, I might wake up.”

Stepping closer, you place your hands on his shoulders. “This isn’t a dream Bucky.”

“But what if it is! What if th-” You don’t let him finish. Cutting him off, you gently press your lips to his, waiting for him respond, to react.

It takes him a while. But the long seconds pass when he cradles your head in his hands and pulls you closer. The silent and urging press of his lips against yours, not moving, but there, makes you melt. You pull away to breathe.

“Not a dream.” You gasp, still trying to get air. He shakes his head, forehead resting against yours.

“No. It’s not.” You can’t answer him before he kisses you again, this time his lips more urgent than before. You respond in kind. The messy movement of lips against lips, the tethering clutches of shoulders and hair, connecting you and Bucky in ways you had only hoped for.

When his tongue slips out and catches your bottom lip, you actually moan, granting him enough room to slip into your mouth. The languid petting of tongues, of mouths, of hands, or hair, is enough to set you on fire.

He pulls away first. “Doll, if I don’t stop I won’t.” You look into his eyes and see the silent plea there. Not yet.

“Let’s get ready for bed.”

A couple weeks pass. The kissing getting more and more intense. The public display’s getting braver. No one says anything, except Sam and Steve. Both of whom are the ever-vocal cheerleaders and mockingbirds.

With your hands in his hair, straddling his lap, and his hands on your hips, holding you close, you don’t hear the two men come in. The press against him numbs your mind. The feeling of his fingers running along your sides, almost tickling you if it wasn’t so arousing. His tongue against your own in tandem with your own fingers in his hair is enough to make you moan obscenely.

“Get a room will you.” Sam huffs, silently happy for his friend and the man he is accepting as one.

You pull away from Bucky, both of your eyes wide as you take in the position and the audience. “You were supposed to be gone all night!” You say, almost yelling at the laughing duo while Bucky still rubs circles into your sides.

“Change of plans.” Steve looks at both of you. “Although, it seems as if you two might want to change yours too.”

Resting your head against Bucky’s, you look into his eyes and start to laugh. Neither of you can hold it in; the laughter for the situation, the laughter for the sheer acceptance of your best-friends, and the laughter for the utter love between the two of you.

You’re still laughing as he picks you up and carries you to his room. A room that is more a joint space than his now.

You’ve barely stopped when he kisses you goodnight and the two you fall into a peaceful oblivion.

“You’ve never built a blanket fort!” You yell at him in disbelief.

“I grew up in the Depression [Y/N], Steve and I were a little busy trying not freeze to death.”

“Right.” You look at him, mischief in your eyes. “Want to learn?”

He looks at the floor, almost like a kicked puppy. “Yes.” You break out into a smile.

“Alright, grab some dining chairs while I get the blankets!”

A half-hour later, and one marvelous blanket fort later, you and Bucky are happily watching some old movie he insisted you watch. “Why did you want to see this again?”

“I used to love it as a kid.” He explains, a scowl on his face. “Now though. I don’t see the appeal. This is awful!”

“Yeah Bucky, it’s pretty bad.”

“I have an idea of what could make it better.” His eyes move to yours, a different brand of mischief dancing within them.

“Do you now?” You mock as he leans closer, breath fanning your face. Mint. I love mint.

“Yeah.” He’s holding you, arms wrapped around you, hands splayed on your back and he kisses you with a new urgency. The hot wet kisses of a few nights ago are nothing compared to the absolute wreaking ones of today. The warmth and solitude provide within the blankets cause a shiver to run up and down your spine, and he deepens it when you moan a little.

The heated and charged air causes all reason to go out of your mind. The only thing you know is Bucky. The sound of the television long forgotten as he lays you back and starts to trail kisses down your neck. Mouth feverishly moving in tandem with your breathing, he slips his hand, his flesh hand, under your shirt and lets it rest on the skin just below your breasts.

“Bucky.” You gasp as he kisses and licks your collar bone.

“Yeah?” His mumbles, mouth never leaving you.

“Don’t stop.”

“Never.” Before you can say anything else, he kisses you again, tongue harshly slipping into your mouth. You let out a sheer pornographic moan.

Hands in his hair, you feel him pull downward, slipping your shirt up and over your head. The cups of your bra doing nothing to hide the hardening peaks. As his hands cautiously palm your breasts you can’t help but arch into his touch. You don’t know what sound you make, but it spurs him on. Trailing another round of kissing back down your stomach, he reaches the waistband of your pants.

“May I?”

“Yes.” You know your voice sounds breathy and needy, but at this point you don’t care.

He pulls down your sweats gently, far too gently if you had anything to say about it, but you don’t. You can’t as he trails his cold metal fingers up your thigh and stops just short of where you know you want him and where he wants to be.

“Bucky.” You lift your head and look at his smirk from his position between your legs. “Do something.”

“Of course.” He mocks before leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses where his fingers just were.

He purposefully doesn’t touch your clothed core, instead slipping back up and gently removing your bra before latching on. A gentle suck and an even gentler lick along with the light touch of his fingers sends you into a haze. The months of waiting was all foreplay you guess. No one could possibly be this responsive. Yet you are. You are as his licks, sucks, and pulls harder. The noises coming from your mouth, your throat, pornographic.

His flesh hand, slipping down from your head, his metal one still working your breast, reaches your panties. A deft finger slipping inside the waistband and tugging as he trails another set of kisses downward. Lips barely brushing over the hood hiding your aching clit sends you keening. His finger slowly sliding up and down the slit of you, wet and ready even if he refuses to believe it. Slow and small kitten licks at your sensitive nub is all it takes before you are grasping his hair and tugging, causing him to moan into you.

“Oh god.” Another breathy moan and another lick. “Bucky.” A harsher suck and you are done for. He feels your release on his chin, his stubble scraping the inside your thigh in a delicious burn.

“I need you.” You manage to gasp out as he slips a finger inside your clenching walls. A few more languid thrusts of his fingers and he is climbing atop you. Pants and shirt long forgotten on the floor next to yours.

“Are you sure?” He asks in between chaste kisses that have no place where you are.

“Never been surer of anything in my life.” He nods.

Slowly, almost painfully slow, he slips himself inside your velvet walls. A low throaty moan comes out of his gaping mouth. A mouth you pull down to your own as he bottoms out. Hips against hips; chest against chest; and mouth against mouth, he starts to move. The rhythmic push and pull of his hips with the sheer fullness and friction against that one spot that has you moaning louder than you thought possible is all you know.

Shallow thrusts give way to long and harder ones after a while, both of you in a sex filled haze. Words of promises neither one of you know, oh gods and names are thrown about as he shifts you to sit on his lap. You, hands on his shoulders, his hands on your hips, thrusts caused by one of you and both at the same time send you into a moaning mess. His lips on your neck, and you know there will be a mark there later, but now you don’t care.

You don’t care about anything at this moment but the two of you, so blissfully unaware of anything but the push and pull, the shallow and deep, and moans caused by one another. Minutes or hours, you don’t know, pass and you can feel yourself edge closer and closer to the familiar feeling of letting go. You can feel Bucky getting closer too. Leaning down and grabbing his face you kiss him like your life depends on it as you move faster. The delicious angle causing him to brush that spot just right.

Lips still attached to his you moan as you cum. The high sending him into oblivion not long after you. Both of you still riding out your climax as you rest. Sweat and slick sticking to your skin, you look him in the eye and your heart almost bursts.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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