#bucky barnes x reader pride and prejudice au

[the-great-imagines-of-1812]

NETHERFIELD PARK, LET AT LAST! (I)

“James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Stark!Reader - PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AU

Summary: The Stark family, consisting of Mrs. Pepper Stark, Mr. Anthony Stark, and their five daughters, Natalie, Y/N, Jane, Carol, and Wanda. On one sunny summer day, the news reached the Stark family home; Longbourn, that Netherfield Park, the most spacious and grand estate in all of England, was let at last!

Only, it was by a certain Mr. Steve Rogers, and his rather...grim and stern-looking (for lack of better words) companion and best friend, a James Buchanan  Barnes,  and Mr. Rogers’ rather notorious sister, Sarah.

As tensions rise between between Mr. Barnes and Y/N Stark, will they be able to overcome their own pride and get along?

a/n: pepper is out of character?? i wrote her to fit the 2005 version of Mrs. Bennet.

tags: @cherryblossomskye​

“Haven’t you heard, Mr. Stark? Netherfield Park is let at last! Do you not wish to know who has taken it?”

“As you wish to tell me, my dear; I fear I have no choice in the matter.”

You see, dear reader, the Lady of Longbourn House, Pepper Stark, had made it her business all her adult life to know absolutely everything about anyone and everyone. Including visitors. 

The sound of the horrible playing of the pianoforte fades out as Y/N walks in to the house, only for Natalia nowhere to be found, with Carol and Wanda listening to their parents’ conversation to their hearts content. 

“Carol, Wanda! What’ve I told you both about listening at the door! It’s unnecessary and rude!” Y/N scolded her sisters, in both hushed tone and manner. 

“Hush, Y/N! Nevermind that! It’s Mr. Rogers coming down from the North with  £5,000 a year!” Carol scolded back. 

“ £5,000!” Y/N gaped, with her jaw practically hitting the floor. 

“And he’s single!” Carol and Wanda squealed in unison.

“Who’s single?” asked Natalia, finishing her trip down the stairs and taking a place with her sisters in front of the door. 

Now now, dear reader. It might do well by my part to let you know that Mr. and Mrs. Stark have five daughters. Their oldest, Natalia is 21, followed by Y/N, 20, then Jane, 18, followed by Carol, 17, while their youngest, Wanda, is 15. Mrs. Bennet loved all her daughters to the death, but with an aging father such as theirs, they would not inherit anything; shall he die an untimely death. Of course, any death is untimely on anyone’s part, but that’s not the present matter. 

“Mr. Rogers, apparently.  £5,000 a year and has rented out the Netherfield.” Y/N whispered to her sister. 

“I don’t believe it, Y/N.  £5,000? Lord help us all.” Natalia answers. 

“And how could that possibly affect our girls?” Mr. Stark teased his wife, who very clearly seemed to be in distress. 

“Oh, Mr. Stark! How could you be so tiresome? You know he must marry one of them!” Mrs. Stark looked as if she was about to faint from nerves.

Carol and Wanda proceed to let out a rather loud giggle at their mother’s plea, as the observant Mrs.’ eye. And with this, Mr. Stark proceeds to open the door, only to, no surprise, find his daughters listening in on the conversation with his wife. 

“Good heavens! The lot of you. Excuse me, girls!” Mr. Stark passed his girls, moving into the sitting room. Despite Mr. Stark clearly wanting to end this conversation, his lady chases behind. 

“But we shall not visit if you do not, so you must call for him!” Pepper pleaded. 

Turning to his family in the doorway of the sitting room, he finally let out the news he had been holding in for so long. “There’s no need darlings. I already have.”

“Oh- oh! How could you tease me so, Mr. Stark? You know about my nerves.”

“Of course I know about your nerves, my dear. They have been my constant companions these past 22 years.” Mr. Stark settled in the armchair, prepared for questions for all the questions he was sure his daughters had. 

“Oh dear! Is he handsome?” Wanda asked. 

“It doesn’t matter is he’s handsome, Wanda. He’s rich!” Carol exclaimed, grabbing he sister’s hands. Natalia joins Y/N on the sofa as she says “For  £5,000 a year, I it wouldn’t matter if he had three warts and a gray tooth!” Y/N snorts out in a laugh, and Natalia hushes her.

“Hush now, Y/N. I’m sure he’s lovely.” 

“Who’s got three warts and a gray tooth?” Jane now asked shyly from the doorway her father had stood in mere moments before. But no one paid her any mind. 

You see, reader. All the Stark sisters with the exception of our dear Jane, are rather outgoing. While Jane, instead of pretty dresses and social balls, opted for a plainer look compared to the rest of her sisters, thereon and therefore staying in the shadows more often than seen by society. Poor girl. 

“Well, well. Shall any of you fall in love with the man, I will give my hearty and happy consent to marry any of his choice.” The man says. He hesitates for a slight moment. “The ball at Meryton tomorrow shall be rather splendid indeed.” 

“Will he be there tomorrow, papa?” Wanda asks. 

A pregnant pause fills the room. “I do believe so.” He finally says, stoking his chin.

Inaudible squeals of joy and excitement fill the room. Carol and Wanda immediately started bothering and pestering Natalia about their bonnets, their shoes, their mending, whatever came to their minds the second dear old father said the words ‘Mr. Rogers’ , ‘Ball’ and ‘Tomorrow’. 

Y/N, however, remained on the couch, looking at her sisters with a grin on her own face. Excited as she may be for social gatherings and balls, Y/N had never bothered to look for a husband. Her sisters, although loving her very much, have always teased her about becoming a spinster. In a lighthearted manner, of course. Always.

 It was a different story for her mother; Pepper actively hunted for husbands for her girls, but has proven unsuccessful, because since her oldest have come of age, only Natalia had come close. 

And so, Mrs. Stark hoped to try her luck.

Dear Reader, this would soon prove to be more successful than you think at this very moment in time.

~~~~~~

The array of colorful dresses and all the gentlemen in dashing suits and the loud sounds of music, stomping, and clapping and the taste of the seasons’ best wine is nothing new to the Stark sisters, but they always tried to enjoy it to the maximum, nevertheless.

At these balls often hosted my one family or the next, dancing was often enjoyed. But one factor that ruled quite a few people out of the activity was the fact that the women, more often than not,  the women out numbered the men. This meant that every young lady, including Y/N, had to wait their turn.

But Y/N felt no less bitter than any other girl in the room, as she laughed with a dear friend Darcy, who, despite being a few years older than her, had remained one of her closest friends since youth, and Natalia on her right. 

“You know, Natalia; if every man in this ballroom does not end up utterly and foolishly, head-over-heels in love with you, I am to be no judge of your beauty.” Y/N told her sister rather loudly, trying to get heard over the music that filled the Meryton Townhall. 

“All men, Y/N?” she inquires.

“Please, Natalia. They’re all humorless.”

“You better shut your mouth. One of these days someone is catch your eye and you’ll have to be more careful.” 

“I hate to betray you like this dear friend, but I’m afraid your sister’s right on this one.” Darcy said from beside her. 

Ms. Darcy Lewis, despite being a 4 years older than Y/N, had been close to her and her family since they could crawl. By Mrs. Stark’s standards, Darcy must, and I quote dear reader, “find a husband and give birth already”. Despite still having some time before society called her an old maid. 

“Oh dear friend, how you humor me.” Falling on Darcy’s shoulder, she feigns hurt, putting a hand over her heart. “Oh dear, oh dear! How you betray me!”

“Hush now, look who’s arrived!” Natalia and Darcy both whispered, shaking her arms. 

The rather loud dancing and joyful music had come to a screeching halt. The partygoers have parted a path for the three people standing at the door, as if they were Moses parting the red sea. 

Their eyes scan the room, like a mother inspecting a child’s bedroom. Right away, Y/N knew who they must be. Leaning over to Darcy, she whispered in her friend’s ear “Which one of these painted peacocks is our Mr. Rogers?” 

“The blond one to your left. To the right, his sister, Sarah.” she answers, clutching Y/N’s hands.

“And the man with the quizzical brow?” 

“That would be his friend, Mr. Barnes. He apparently owns Pemberley Estate and half of the Derbyshire.”

“Oh how miserable he looks, Darcy! Look at him!”

“Miserable-looking he may be, Y/N, but poor, he is not. His prospects earn him a steady income upwards of  £10,000 a year.”

“My, my. How very interesting.” 

The trio makes their way on to the back of the room. Mr. Barnes was not one for dancing and Ms. Rogers looked as if she had a permanent look of distaste etched on her fair face. The partygoers continue their fun. 

Mr. Rogers, however, was a different tale altogether, dear reader. He was like sunshine in a bottle, or a child opening his or her eyes for the first time. A child-like wonder, some may even say. 

His younger sister, Sarah, has, to put it quite bluntly, the reputation the devil himself, more or less. Known for sabotaging her brother’s relationships and being rather promiscuous. Oh my. 

His friend, Mr. Barnes, was quite the interesting character. He seemed to be pleased to be in such an environment, but at the same time looks like he rather be anywhere else. 

Mrs. Stark does not let the three of them rest, and immediately reaches for those of her daughters who are not dancing on the floor with a partner. In her mind, it was imperative that her girls marry rich, whether it be for her sole benefit or the family’s benefit, we might never know. 

With know Natalia, Y/N and Jane, with Darcy too, of course, at her side, they were introduced to the three by Mr. Lewis himself. 

“Mr. Rogers; My eldest daughter Darcy Lewis, Mrs. Stark, Ms. Natalia Stark, Ms. Y/N Stark and Ms. Jane Stark. And of course, Mr. Stark.”

“A pleasure to meet all of you! I have two other daughters who I might introduce you two, if they ever keep their feet off the dance floor!”

“Let them dance! I’ll pay the matter no mind. Although it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Mr. Lewis speaks up again. “And may I introduce Mr. Barnes of Pemberley and Derbyshire.”

The girls bow once again. The air was surprisingly tense, even if the words they had exchanged were merely just and introduction. But Mr. Barnes paid the tension no mind. 

Unsuprisingly, Natalia had soon managed to drag Mr. Rogers away for some light conversation, being joined by Y/N. 

“And are you enjoying here in Hartfordshire, Mr. Rogers?” Natalia asks shyly, wringing her hands. 

“Very much, Ms. Bennet.” he answers her with a smile.

Oh, dear reader. He was smitten! A match made in heaven.

In a very clear attempt to rescue her sister from such a silence, Y/N proceeded to ask Mr. Rogers “The Library! At Netherfield! I hear it is one of the very best in the country.”

“Oh, yes!” he chuckles. “Although I’m not a big reader, you see. I very much prefer being outdoors.”

A smile came upon Natalia’s face. “That’s what I always tell her! How can one sit inside, completely still, when there is so much to do outside!”

Mr. Rogers’ eyes seem to be overcome with a certain infatuation not even the biggest matchmaker could define. “Ms. Bennet, would you do me the honor of joining me for the next dance?” he asks happily with a smile, holding his hand out. 

One can feel Mrs. Stark’s eyes on her eldest daughter from across the room. Natalia, however, doesn’t give the subject matter a second thought and takes his hand and he escorts her out to the floor. 

“And how are you this evening?” Y/N hears from behind her. Whipping her head around, only to find - Mr. Barnes. 

“I’m doing just fine, thank you sir.” She gives him a curtsy. “I trust you had a tolerable trip?”

“Oh yes, Ms. Bennet, I do hope you trust me when I say we did. Although Sarah- I shall not talk much about her. I’m sure you know her nature.”

“And do you not care to dance, Mr. Barnes?”

“Please, call me James. And no, I only dance when obligated to.”

“Looks like I’ll have to do that myself.” Y/N says, perfectly in time with the previous dance that just ended. She holds out her hand to him, which he seems to accept after a second’s hesitation. 

But to him, dear reader, it fell like his entire world was hit by a ray of pure sunshine and all his problems were somewhat solved. Or so I’m told. 

But Mr. Barnes feels a sharp glare looking at him from across the room. 

Sarah. 

“You’ll have to excuse me, Ms. Bennet, goodbye.” he says, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. 

And so, our heroine is left alone on the floor, embarrassed until Darcy comes to her rescue. “Oh, I watched all of it unfold, dear friend! How rude of him!” her friend cries. “Come along!”

Darcy takes her hand and walks behind the seating area, where the pair would have more privacy to talk. “I’m sure you’d like to spare me the details, I will not want to hear of such an act on his part, and as I know you wouldn’t speak a word of it either.” 

Y/N holds her friend’s hands in her own. “Oh, how you understand me! If only we could live together as old maids instead!”

This sends Darcy into and uncontrollable fit of laughter, which stops as soon as she hears the conversation of Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes walking bye. She ushers Y/N to listen.

“Natalia is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, James. Although, if she were not to have me, I’m sure I would be happy with her sister Y/N, too.”

Mr. Barnes shoots his friend a cold glare, clenching his jaw. “Then you must’ve spent the evening with the only handsome girl in the room, because I only found Y/N to be nothing but agreeable.”

Y/N swore she could hear a part of her heart chip away.

“Oh, don’t give me that look, Y/N! If the miserable man liked you, you’d have to talk to him! Imagine! Darcy says, noticing the state of her friend. 

“You’re right! I wouldn’t have him for all of Derbyshire, let alone the miserable half!” Now this sends both friends into a bigger fit of laughter than before.

“There you are! Where have you been?” Mrs. Stark shrieks from where she was situated now, besides them. 

“Mother, I was just-”

“I’ll hear none of it! Do come along now, Y/N! Natalia is back from her dances with Mr. Rogers! Oh. My apologies, Ms. Lewis, I’ll have to steal my daughter away.”

“It won’t matter, Mrs. Stark. I had a gentleman already lined up for this song! Heavens, I better find him.” Darcy runs off. 

Mrs. Stark drags Y/N by the wrist, all the way to were Natalia, Mr. Rogers and oh. Him. And suddenly, Y/N doesn’t know what he is to her. 

And for a while, they engage in conversation about poetry, the country, music, and more. 

But what Y/N doesn’t realize, dear reader, is that our dear Mr. Barnes - ehem- James. Couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Nonetheless, that is a story for another time. 

“You do know, Mr. Rogers, my Natalia was and is still considered the beauty of the county.” Mrs. Stark says, hoping to prompt the man to do something, anything.

“Mother!” both Natalia and Y/N scold at the same time. They couldn’t believe their eyes.

“Hush! A couple of years ago, a nice young man did write her some pretty verses, and I was sure he would make her an offer.” 

“Well, um, frankly, Mrs. Stark, I-” no one would’ve ever thought that they would see Mr. Rogers like this. 

Y/N on the other hand, chuckles. “Who would have ever thought poetry would the food of driving away love?”

Mr. Barnes gives her a stern glare. “I thought poetry was the food of love.” 

“Possibly. I personally have thought of it not as a promise, but a solicitation of sorts.” He gives her another glare.

“Ms. Stark I pray that when one is completely, utterly, and foolishly in love, they do not solicit, they give.”

“My, my. Who would've thought? While I do respect your opinion, not everyone is the same. Just like you seem to not even solicit a slight politeness to those you’ve just met!”

“Ms. Stark!”

“Goodbye, Mr. Barnes, you have been lovely company.”

~~~~~~

LATER THAT NIGHT

After lighting the last candle in the room, Y/N blew out the match in her fingers and joined her sister in their shared bed for the night. Natalia smiles at her.

“Mr. Rogers is exactly what every man ought to be.” She whispers, faintly. If Y/N hadn’t been there, she might have missed it.

“As well as handsome, tall, and conveniently rich?” Y/N asks, in a teasing tone. 

“Oh hush! You know I don’t look for that!”

“But it doesn’t bother one now does it?”

Natalia blurts into a fit of giggles. “I guess not.”

~~~~~~

THE NEXT MORNING

This morning in the Stark household is like any other. Chickens clucking, the cow is mooing, as well as the breakfast sausages sizzling can be heard from, the kitchen, where the staff is preparing the first meal of the day for the family. 

And most definitely NOT out of the normal is the girls talking about the previous night’s ball, which could only be described in an array of words, like wonderful and exciting from Wanda and Carol, boring yet thrilling from Jane, and a bumble of words from Jane and Carol. 

“Ms. Bennet! Ms. Bennet!” Jarvis, one of the servants, runs to the table quickly, with a paper in hand. “Letter for you, Ms. Bennet. From Netherfield, the letter is!”

Silence falls upon the dining room as the words fly out of his mouth. 

“Well open it, Natalia! Don’t keep us waiting!” Mrs. Stark pleads with the daughter.

“Yea open it, Natalia!” Wanda says in a teasing tone.

“Oh hush, you! I’m going, I’m going!”  Natalia, says, waiting no more time before opening the letter. She skims over it, before looking back up.

“Well tell us, dear. What does he say?” Mr. Starks says form his end of the table.

“Her, momma, her. Sarah Rogers... has invited me to dine with her.

Oh dear.

[bvckys-doll]

Another idea...

So I started to fall in love with the movie "Pride and Prejudice" and I'm starting to like the idea of writing a "Pride and Prejudice" AU with our beloved Mr James Buchanan Barnes as Mr Darcy!

I bet some ladies here would love it!😏

What do you guys think? Tell me in the comments!

[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

Patricide

Paring: Vampire Sugar Daddy Bucky Barnes x Detective Sugar Baby Female Reader

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes-Romanov is a wealthy businessman, (and vampire), and not to mention Sugar Daddy, but most importantly, partner to the cutest human detective ever in the Big Apple— you.

You had never in your wildest dreams ever fathomed being a wealthy businessman's Sugar Baby. As a homicide detective, it was your job to solve criminal homicide cases.

This night was just supposed to be another boring night, being surrounded by rich people at a rich people's party.

But like always, a dead body suddenly springs up.

Your life's just fine and dandy.

Warnings: Modern AU, daddy issues, Vampire!Bucky (yes he is his own warning), murder mysteries, mentions of murder, public sex, Bucky's metal arm, blood drinking, dry humping, mentions of curses, a mildish plot twist at the end

Additional Notes: Hello everyone! This fic took a few days to jolt down. Regular updates for everything else will be coming along smoothly after this fic.

If you'd like to read this fic on my AO3, you can read it here.

Word Count: 10586

Three weeks before…

“Does this look okay? I don’t look fat in this, right?”

James Buchanan Barnes-Romanov gazed at you from where he was leaning against the wall.

He licked his lips. When he saw your thighs nervously quiver, his tongue licked over a canine tooth, his smirk widening when he saw you blush.

He surveyed the floral dress you had on. His index finger brushing over the v-neck of your dress, dipping dangerously to the dip in between your breasts. You nearly swatted at his hand.

“I just asked you to look, Sasha. I didn’t ask you to touch my titties.”  You snapped at him in Russian. Amused, James only chuckled. It was deep and vibrated through his broad chest. “Don’t give me the temptation. Are you offering?” His cheeky smile made you actually swat at his hand this time.

“No,” was your clap back. Still amused with the situation, he looked down at your floral dress again. It was a bright yellow with daisies on it.

Quite frankly, as James looked at the thin but ruffled straps, he found this dress to be extremely distasteful.

He even wrinkled his nose, telling communicating to you that this wasn’t going to be the one.

“I look like a sunflower, don’t I?”  You chuckled. “And a ripe banana,”  James added for good measure.

“Pepper said that this looked nice on me.”  You sighed as you took the dress off, before putting it back on its hanger. Putting the yellow dress on the right, it officially went into the discard pile.

“Pepper does not have any taste in fashion,”  James told you bluntly. You only raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah? And you do?”  You challenged him.

A deeply offended noise came from your companion. He even spluttered at you! “Taste? Taste in fashion?”  his voice was shrill, which only reminded you of Mrs. Bennett from Pride and Prejudice. “I have an impeccable taste in fashion, thank you very much!”  He exclaimed.

You only raised an eyebrow. Clearly testing that theory. “Oh yeah?”  You were just humoring him at this point. “Then why do you dress in all black?”  Your teasing voice made James glare at you. “Black is a universal color!”  he tried to protest.

Your snickers continued to make James glare at you. Looking at you and scowling.

Turning back to look at yourself in the mirror, you only grimaced when you laid eyes on the bright yellow floral dress. It really did make you look like a citrus fruit. Heaving it over your head, James was rewarded with a nice view of your bra and underwear. You couldn’t see his reflection in the mirror, but you could feel that he was smirking at you.

“Stop smirking at me.”  You bit in his direction. Clutching his hand on his heart, James feigned sympathy. “Have pity on me kotenok. It’s been ages since I’ve seen a woman so scarcely underdressed.”

You just scowled at him, your scowl reflected in the mirror. Even though he couldn’t see his own reflection in the mirror, he saw yours.

And then, his iPhone pinged in his pants. A somewhat exciting noise came from your shopping buddy as he pulled it out of his slacks. Unlocking it with his thumb, he surveyed the message.

You saw James quickly typing back to whoever had texted him metal and human hands flying over the keyboard.

The two of you had gotten stares the very moment the two of you had stepped foot in the mall, even young children whispering amongst themselves to their parents as they surveyed the art that was his metal arm, black with enteric gold detail. Some children even had pointed excitedly to the man who had accompanied you to the past three high-end stores.

You had seen the uncomfortable look on his face. Therefore, you had hurried him along, holding onto his metal arm as hard as you could, because it was metal. Both of you had bounced through three stores already and you still hadn’t found a dress that suited you or one that you and James had liked.

You really should have just told him that he should have just dropped you off at Target or something.

But then again, that would have made James horrified. As your Sugar Daddy, he had told you straight up from the moment that he had matched with you was that he wanted to spoil you. If you had asked him to just drop you off at Target, he probably would have had a meltdown or something.

So yeah. Target?

Out of the question.

Originally when you had signed up for the SugarDaddy website, all you had wanted was a way out. You had been a good kid in school. Hell, when you had written your essay on how a fascist government could easily overturn a democracy and the steps how to get there, all you had wanted was to join the FBI or something like that.

You had wanted to just have an out from your abusive home life.

And then, by the grace of the Fates themselves, your friend at the time had suggested you join this SugarDaddy website. With her encouragement, you had matched and met James.

James had changed your life for the better. You didn’t know what you could have done without him. And especially with what happened to you?

Yes. You wouldn’t trade being his Sugar Baby for anything else in the world.

Nope.

Nada.

Now you were a homicide detective and James was your partner. Amongst the business that he ran with his best pal in the whole wide world, Steve Rogers. Or, as you had affectionately put in your phone as Steeb. As the man had told you himself, he liked having hobbies. You just guessed that it got really lonely for him, sulking and acting like a depressed emo boy all the time.

“Well, there’s more reject dresses than accept dresses.” A sigh came from you as you finally slipped your maxi dress back on. Bending down a little so you could brush down the colorful skirt, your back straightened up as you got up.

When you turned to look back at James, you saw that he was staring at you.

As usual.

“You weren’t ogling me, were you?” Your playful, teasing tone made James just continue to look at you. “If I told you the only thing I’d want to do to you at this very moment was bend you over and fuck you in his changing room, would you say no?” He questioned.

A humming noise came from you as you pondered it. Thought about it. You weren’t one to say yes or no to sex. Sex to you was just different. You were what some people might have called a demisexual, someone who only had sex with people if you had a strong emotional bond. Your friend Val who had majored in Psychology and who was now dating her girlfriend Jane Foster had suggested that due to your upbringing, maybe that had played a part in it. And you weren’t about to disprove her argument. She was the professional after all.

“I mean,” you responded with a shrug, “—we are in a public place. I’d rather not get kicked out of Gucci.”

“Fair point.” James shrugged as he grabbed your rejected dresses, which were most of the dresses you had originally started with. You slipped on your shoes before you grabbed the accepted pile and unlocked the changing room door. James followed you out as he watched the surprised look of the lady upfront when he made sure to put the rejected dresses still on their hangers, on the rack.

“These didn’t work out. Geez… maybe I should start working out more… I take the damn subway every day…” Your mutters followed James’s snickers as the two of you headed to the register, ready for him to purchase all of your dresses.

“There’s always Versace. You always have better luck with Versace,” he suggested to you. At his suggestion, you turned your head to the side. Even though the two of you were currently still in line. “You have a point,” you nodded in agreement. “But, wouldn’t it be better to check out other stores too? I mean we did Gucci, we did Tom Ford, we did Chanel… that can’t be the only store right?”

“There’s always cider too,” James supplied. “Yeah, but that takes a bit to ship. And the event is in about a few weeks.” You were pursing your lips into a line now as the line slowly pushed you and James to the front.

“At least the dresses on there look nice. Maybe you could pair it with those Choo’s I bought you last month.” James’s suggestion didn’t fly by you unnoticed. The Choo’s he had bought you last month had looked nice. And they were comfortable. If you said so yourself.

“Those Meria’s you bought me were pretty nice,” you acknowledged with a nod as you continued to think. As the line became shorter and both of you were pushed further and further towards the front, James made sure to steer you forward.

“We can try Versace, See if there’s anything I like. But before that, can we get pretzels? I’m hungry,” the two of you had walked to a register and the woman up front had started to scan in your clothes. Dress after dress was put through, the price tag only getting higher and higher with each scan.

During the start of your relationship, you had been uncomfortable going shopping at very expensive stores, or even entertaining the thought, because you hadn’t grown up in a stable environment. Your father had spent most of your paycheck on booze, and without the extra jobs you had picked up, you probably wouldn’t even have made the rent on time. As time went on though, you were slowly coming around to treating yourself more often. Maybe buying a nice bottle of bubbly champagne every once and a while.

“Pretzels with cheese and caramel sauce, right?” James inquired. Just to make sure. Eager nods confirmed his hunch.

“Okay. We’ll go for a lunch break, and then we’ll go to Versace.” he determined once he swiped his card. You saw the matte black card and James decided to carry the bags himself. The two of you walked out of Gucci together.

After finding a pretzel place, you and James had managed to find a table and you dug into your food. James pulled out his phone, checking up on emails while you enjoyed the pure goodness that was pretzels.

Every so often, he’d peek his eyes over at you. You’d have dipped your pretzel into one of your sauces before you took a bite.

“So, just as a heads up, we’re gonna be going to the Carter Gala next month.”

James’s words made you look up from your precious pretzels.

Nods. Nods came from you.

Chew. Chew. Chew.

Munch. Munch. Munch.

Once he saw you swallow, you spoke. “The Carter family? How rich are they, from a scale from one to ten?”

“Solid twelve.”

Major eyebrow game was coming from you. You raised both eyebrows in astonishment. “A twelve, huh Sasha? That’s a first. What kind of company are they?”

“Investments. Like mine.” James supplied. You nodded in understanding. “So they’re rich rich. Gotcha.” Returning back to your food, you tore your last pretzel in half, dipping it in your caramel sauce. You had already finished with your cheese sauce. And all that was left was your caramel sauce. “Nothing beats this caramel sauce,” you sighed dreamily as you took a bite. A satisfied hum coming from you. James just watched you with an amused expression on his face.

“Anything else I should know about them?” You piped up. “Just be careful around them. They’re… superficial. The eldest Carter daughter is a bit… full of herself. Her younger sister though, she’s a nice girl.” James explained.

“Understood.”

Now that you had finished your food, you stood up. Holding your bag of empty wrappers and empty soda cup. You threw away your bag in the trash bin before James joined you, bags in his hand.

“To Versace?”

“To Versace it is.”

Back in the present, around roughly eight thirty PM…

“I knew we should have never gotten those drinks!” You hissed as you desperately tried to run in the heels that you were currently sporting on your feet.

Biting down the urge to just say “ow ow ow ow ow ow ow” a million times over, James just happily jogged next to you as if it was no sweat.

Which, unfortunately for you, was not helping.

It was totally not helping.

“Show off,” you muttered to yourself, much to James’s amusement. He didn’t snicker or laugh at you. Instead, he gave you one of his hidden smiles.

You were touched. Really, you were truly touched. James usually never smiled in public. Only when the two of you were alone, would he ever smile. Usually, he would just scowl or brood.

But in quiet moments like these, you saw those smiles he only reserved for you. It made your hand fall into his, grasping it.

“Thank you. I appreciate you, James.”

“I appreciate you too, kotenok.”  was his quiet reply.

“James Barnes-Romanov and Miss Daaé.”

If you hadn’t been so focused on being rigid and focused, your legs probably would have given out on how low James’s voice was. He was a walking, screaming definition of daddy. Not to mention, for tonight’s event, he wore an all-black suit. A complete matte black suit, with polished dress shoes to match. His shoulder-length, chestnut hair was brushed and tucked behind his ears.

You were standing so close to him, gripping his hand so hard that you could smell his cologne on him. That dark, musky scent was beginning to drive you up the walls. Pretty soon, if you didn’t contain yourself, you’d probably be reduced to a bitch in heat.

It was ridiculous.

Utterly fucking ridiculous.

It was embarrassing, was what it was. You were going to hit the big three and zero in a couple of years, and this was how you were acting? Like you just wanted him to drag you to the nearest closet and fuck your brains out?

Seriously?

You needed to get a grip on yourself.

Like, ASAP.

Cause this shit was downright embarrassing.

“Oh! Right this way,” you had snapped out of your thoughts as James tugged you along, following the server to your table. Thanks to James’s connections, you were seated directly with the Carter family. As the two of you walked through the huge ballroom that had been converted and decorated for tonight’s event, you couldn’t help but feel your nerves act up again.

Even though you were dressed in the most expensive shit James could buy and spoil you in, you were reminded of just how much you didn’t belong here.

You had grown up poor. Barely being able to put food on the table. You had juggled so many jobs as a teenager, leading up to your young adult years because your father had spent so much of it. Instead of running away, like you always had imagined when you were younger.

God, you should have done that. It would have saved you the intense heartbreak and what had happened next.

You had only sat in your chair for a few minutes before chaos had begun.

Someone had bumped into you, and almost immediately, you seized up in a panic.

James knew you didn’t like being touched. Not by anyone that you didn’t know. So he scooted his chair a little closer to you. Putting his arm around you to assure you that he was still here. In an effort to calm you down.

Fortunately for him, you did calm down. Somewhat. But you were still on high alert.

“Who was that?”  Was your hushed whisper.

“Just some random person. You’re alright, kotenok.”  James reassured you. Grabbing the glass of water, you took a gulp in order to soothe your nerves. Nearly slamming it down, your companion noticed that your hand shook a little when you eventually put it down.

You always hated coming to events like these. Being surrounded by rich people who had nothing better to do than flex their money and brag about how much money they had. Like it was their world, and all the poor people just lived in it.

These people that were surrounding you were so detached from reality.

Some of them, anyway.

James saw you take another sip of your glass of water. “I hear the food is going to be great tonight,”  he whispered quietly in your ear. “So don’t drink too much water.”

“Aye aye, Captain.”  Was your dry response.

“Oh! James! How nice it is to see you!”

Amanda Carter, the wife of Harrison Carter, with her dark brown hair, mixed in with white was all nice and curly, donning a Gucci dress and Gucci heels. You could tell because smack-dab in the middle was the Gucci gold logo. Her dress was black, so it didn’t clash with the shoes. The older woman had made her way over to her table, smiling at James. When she laid eyes on you however, she frowned a little.

“I don’t believe I’ve met your date, James.” She said, a slight strain in her voice. It was as if she could smell that you weren’t rich.

Did rich people have a poor people radar or something? Like how some people had a gaydar?

It would be something that you would look into.

… or maybe it was just an Amanda Carter thing?

It was anybody’s guess, you supposed.

“This is my partner, Miss Daaé.” James’s voice was smooth as he spoke your name, introducing you to the other woman. Amanda raised a light eyebrow at you. “Daaé? Swedish?” she questioned you. She even pulled up a seat next to you so she could talk to you.

“Yes,” you gave her a nod. “My father was born in Sweden. His family immigrated to the US when he was nine months old.”

“Where in Sweden?” Amanda was continuing to question you, and you secretly wanted to die inside.

This was why you didn’t like coming to these events.

Usually, most of the time, James was the one who did all the talking. He was much better at it than you were. People flocked to him whenever he entered a room. Like he was a god, and the people at the events were his subjects. They hung on his every word. He could easily command a room without never even speaking. It was mesmerizing, the way your Sugar Daddy worked.

Snapping out of your sudden thoughts, you answered her. “Sigtuna. It’s a small town. My grandfather was a fisherman and my grandmother was a stay-at-home mother before they relocated to Queens with my father.”

“Hmm. How interesting.”

Turning her attention away from you, Amanda focused her attention on James instead. “James, I need to ask you about the—“

“No.” James fired his quick reply.

You took your phone, unlocking it with your thumb. You had just been about to click on Instagram when you heard James’s cool response. He said it faster than someone could say “Jesus.”

“I’m sorry?”

You heard Amanda’s nervous chuckle. However, you paid her no heed as you saw a text message notification from a friend pop up. Clicking on said notification, you quickly texted her back. For occasions like this, you always set your phone on silent mode. Despite disliking events like these, you still wanted to remain respectable.

“I said no. End of story.” James’s response cut her like a knife. “But James, you must see the positives,” Amanda tried to protest, but James quickly interrupted her. “You tried with Steve, Amanda. He already has someone else. You will not be trying this with me.”

“She isn’t even rich!” Amanda’s hiss reply finally made you look up from your phone. Quickly shutting it off and putting it back in your purse, you asked. “And why does her social standing matter? I am sitting right here, Mrs. Carter. I am James’s date. I have been his date for many years. So has Steven’s. They are very much happy together. I am very much poor, and so is Steve’s girlfriend. If James does not agree with the match, then please leave it at that. Your daughter’s net worth is far more than what I will ever make in my lifetime. Perhaps you should be looking into who is most experienced and qualified in inheriting your company unless you would like it to be bought by someone else. Instead of trying to marry your daughter off to the net richest person in line.”

Your cut-throat, straight-to-the-point response had Amanda gaping. You simply just raised an eyebrow with a look that said, your play.

For a few seconds, she looked flabbergasted.

“Excuse me, ma’am? Would you like a glass of champagne?” A server who had been walking by asked you. Effectively breaking the tense silence.

“I’d be thrilled, thank you.” You smiled politely and even thanked the server again when you accepted your glass of bubbly.

Taking a sip of your champagne, you watched Amanda’s face redden with embarrassment. From where James’s hand was under the table, he grasped your hand and gave it a firm squeeze.

Feeling the bubbly sensation playing around in your throat, you heard a young woman’s voice call out.

“Mother!”

A brunette young woman wearing a long, puffy red dress with a sparkly, scooped neckline. Complete with gold strappy heels that clicked and hid her feet. She made her way towards your table. Following her was a blonde-haired young woman with a silver dress that wasn’t poofy, but had a long skirt and silver heels. You noticed the brunette-haired woman’s hair was curled, while the blonde-haired woman was not. Instead, it was flat. However, she did offer you and James a polite smile.

“Mother! Did James say yes?” The brunette-haired woman asked enthusiastically.

“Doesn’t she understand that you’re literally right here?”  You turned to James so you could whisper in his ear. “No,”  snorted James. “If anything, she probably wouldn’t even know I was here at all.”

Resisting the urge to snort in your champagne glass, you just took another sip of the bubbly goodness to conceal your amusement.

“Why doesn’t he tell you himself, darling?”

Amanda’s smile was unkind. James could see that. He would hate to have her as an in-law.

“I said no.”

The smile on the brunette-haired woman’s face fell. “But why not?” she screeched. Having turned her sudden fury to the man in question.

And it was just then that you realized at her outburst, that you were in for a very long night.

Nine PM…

Margaret “Peggy” Carter was fuming.

Fuming!

Enraged!

Pissed off!

Seated at the Carter table, she watched with envious eyes as James interacted with his date. They exchanged quiet, unspoken words in Russian. Peggy could tell it was Russian, but she had absolutely no clue what they were talking about.

“I’m telling you, Sasha, there’s no need to put caviar on these eggs benedicts. They ruin everything,”  you sighed to James.

“They provide a nice pop in your mouth, kotenok.”  James’s reply had you simply sighing softly to him in return.

“Is there going to be pasta on the menu? What kind of pasta is it going to be? Pasta aglio olio?”  You decided to switch the subject.

“Cacio e pepe,”  James informed you lightly. A sort of pleased noise came from you.

“Oh, I haven’t had that in ages…”

But then, you were suddenly scrunching up your nose and frowning. Peggy wondered what kind of shit you were going to spew out of your mouth next.

“But that isn’t fancy though… it’s just pepper, cheese, and pasta water…”  your frown intensified as you looked at James.

“Should I eat that?”

“Yes.”  nodded James firmly.

“Yes, you should.”

“You know, if you’re going to talk shit, speak in English so we know what you’re saying.”

Almost immediately, you nearly frowned at the brunette-haired woman.

No.

Peggy Carter.

The eldest daughter of the Carter fortune, and the heiress of the company. You had noticed that she had been practically giving “fuck me” eyes to James for nearly almost an hour. You weren’t usually a jealous or possessive person, but boy oh boy— did Peggy kick that zero up to a ten so quick. So fucking quick. You even had the passing thought of gripping James’s thigh and maybe glaring daggers at her, so she knew who James belonged to.

Was that a toxic mindset to have?

Yeah.

Should you have had that mindset at the time being?

No. Fucking hell no. You should not have had that mindset at all.

But right here, right now— you did.

Oh yes, you did.

One-hundred percent, you did.

And it was pissing you off.

Why were you even acting like this?

It baffled you.

But, as you replied to the eldest Carter daughter, you bit down on that bile you felt in your throat.

“I was just asking James what kind of pasta we were having. I was hoping to have pasta aglio e olio. It isn’t hard to cook. And it also doesn’t have a lot of ingredients.”

“Oh, I love pasta aglio e oilo!” The blonde woman, Sharon you learned her name was, beamed at you. Finding a friend through all of this mess, you offered her a genuine smile in return.

“I’m usually really lazy,” Sharon continued on. “So whenever I don’t feel like whipping up a masterpiece, I usually make that.”

“I’m lazy all of the time,” your response had Sharon absolutely laughing. “—so I make that most of the time. James wonders why I haven’t gotten sick of it yet.”

“And I still also wonder why you make it so spicy,” James’s added mutter made you snort this time. “Because I like it spicy, Sasha. That’s why.” Your rebuttal just made James roll his eyes in kind. You knew he was teasing though.

“And,” you added because you were on a roll tonight. “Your white boy self can’t handle much spice anyway.”

James just scoffed at that notion.

But the two of you knew better.

It wasn’t like he could eat human food anyway.

Sharon was about to ask you another question, but Peggy suddenly spoke.

“Mother, I think I leaked through. Can I go to the bathroom for a quick second?” the eldest Carter child asked her mother. “Of course, darling.” Amanda smiled at her. Peggy quickly excused herself and quickly bolted for the ladies' room.

James watched as she left, doing the staring thing he always did. He smelled the blood, but deep in his gut, he could feel something wrong.

The blood didn’t smell right.

Why didn’t the blood smell right?

As people talked and gossiped, he turned his direction back to the stage. While you were on your phone, mindlessly scrolling. Replying back to texts, if you felt like it.

All of a sudden, a few minutes later, the lights went out. Endless voices cried out in surprise, but James remained calm, cool, and collected in his seat. You shut off your phone again, feeling for your purse. Once you found it, you slipped your phone back inside.

Then an announcer’s voice, a man’s, rang out from the mic.

“Can I have your attention, please?”

There was a high-pitched ringing. It made most people cover their ears, James included.

“Fuck,”  you heard him utter under his breath. You patted his shoulder in reassurance.

“… we’re so sorry about that,” you heard the man standing up front at the podium, on the stage chuckle nervously. “Please give us a moment. The feedback is a little messy…”

All of a sudden, James squeezed your hand three times.

It suddenly set you on alert. You didn’t allow it to show on your face though. By now, you were a seasoned professional. Really, you should have tried out for an Off-Broadway play with your acting skills. It could be a smash hit.

Those three squeezes.

Something was wrong.

The announcer’s next words quickly snapped you out of your thoughts.

“… Please welcome to the stage, Harrison Carter!”

You and James politely clapped along with everyone else, but that terrible feeling in your gut wouldn’t leave you.

As the spotlights shined on the stage, you saw Harrison Carter walk out. Dressed in a pinpoint black suit, you watched as he walked.

Only…

Your eyes widened.

He only took a few steps forward, before he fell onto the stage face first.

A gleaming silver knife was embedded into his back, and the handle was pure silver as well.

Someone screamed.

People started to get up.

Some even started running towards the doors in a panic.

Pretty soon, nearly everyone was in a panic. You saw Amanda Carter screaming, pleading for help as tears streamed down her face. Ruining her makeup. Sharon was screaming too, shouting for her father as she started to run towards the stage, only to be held back by SP. Still, Sharon tried her most damn to claw free, in order to get to her father.

Only you and James were the only ones who did not panic.

“Police! Someone call the police!” You heard Amanda scream. It was at that moment, that you stood up.

“You don’t need to call the police.”

Amanda turned wildly to you. She whirled her head in your direction, anger, grief, and pain written all over her face.

“My husband’s just been murdered!” She screamed at you.

Unbothered, your hand dove straight down into your purse before you found it.

Pulling it out, you flashed it in her face.

“Hello, ma’am. I’m sorry for not telling you all the stuff earlier. I’m Detective Daaé. And this is my partner, James Buchanan Barnes.”

Roughly around nine forty five PM…

Police arrived on the scene roughly a couple of minutes later.

Which, you didn’t blame them.

Late New York traffic was a bitch. Especially because the venue was a bit far away from the police station.

Many of your colleagues were giving you amused or confused looks. The ones that were amused joked with you when they got there.

“And once again, Daaé has beat us again to the scene of the crime.” Peter Quill, your fellow co-worker joked.

You just rolled your eyes good-naturedly as you did your usual fist bump with him.

“Suck a dick, Quill.” You responded to him bluntly, causing him to laugh. James just stood a few feet away from you, staring.

“He’s doin’ the starin’ thing again,” remarked Helen Cho, the Head of the Medical Examination center as she walked past you. You just let out a snort as the Korean woman made her way to the stage, to look at the body. James was unaffected, still doing the staring thing as he always did. Striding his way toward you, the tall, broad-shouldered man put his hands on your shoulders, using the top of your head as a little stool for his head.

“Oh look,” snickered Mantis, who was Helen’s assistant from the Medical Examination Center. “They’re flirting again everyone.”

“Highly unusual,” another voice piped up that James didn’t recognize. Nor did he put a name to the face.

“Alright— settle down. All of you.”

Captain Carol Danvers briskly walked into the room. A hard look on her face as she scanned the area. People had been cleared out of the crime scene, and they were instructed to not tell anyone of what had happened and were sent home. Needless to say, this gala banquet definitely hit in your Top Five Most Exciting Gala Events ever. Other than that one time where some dude named Carter Baizen had walked up to the stage and slapped the shit out of another guy named John Walker for badmouthing his wife.

That event however, would remain the number one spot in your heart. Oh yes, you cherished that moment so deeply.

“Remember that one time, at the one gala where Carter Baizen slapped the shit outta John Walker?”  You said causally to your partner in crime as your Captain walked closer and closer to the harmonious duo that was you and your Sugar Daddy.

“Mhmmm. And he told him to ‘keep my wife’s name out of your fucking mouth.’ Oh yes, I remember. People filmed that. It went viral. So sad that Frank’s sex tape beat that video.”  James nodded in a solemn way as you let out a very unladylike snort at his response. Finding it absolutely hilarious. “Frank is definitely attractive. I see how his personal assistant slept with him. He definitely has a very nice oral game.”

“And what about my oral game? Are you saying his is better than mine?”  questioned James.

“Well, I’ve never been eaten out by Frank before. Perhaps I’ll set an appointment so I can compare my notes,”  you hummed in reply. At James’s scowl, you hid your laugh.

“Daaé. Romanov. This isn’t time for social hour.” Carol told the two of you sternly. You gazed up at the man who was currently using you as a resting stool for his chin. “You heard the Captain,”  you informed your partner cheerfully. With a low grumble, James detached himself from you. However, he did hold your hand.

“Where’s the Carter family?” Having switched to English, you stared at your Captain head-on.

“In the foyer area,” Carol informed you. “Thanks, boss! Man… I was really looking forward to eating that caico e pepe, Sasha… I’m hungry now…” Were your words as you walked out of the huge ballroom, James walking beside you as always. “We can pick up something on the way home?” He suggested. Pausing in your thoughts but continuing your merry way, you said. “Oh yeah… that Chinese restaurant is usually open until two AM, right?” At James’s confirming nod, you relaxed a little.

“Oh noooo… this means I’m gonna feel bad after I eat it,” you groaned in dismay. “Well, I’ll have to bake some veggies for lunch or something… sweet potato fries… would that cut it?” You wondered.

“Sweet potato fries with broccoli and onions?” James suggested helpfully. “And maybe some eggs? Y’know… for protein?” You threw in. Just to have more ideas and options.

“Mmm… eggs…” James sighed to himself. “Oh yeah, that flan I had yesterday was pretty good,” you acknowledged with a nod and slight neediness in your voice. The two of you entered the foyer area, where the remaining Carter family were standing. Absolutely swamped by police and reporters.

Mostly reporters.

“Alright, alright—“ your voice boomed over the endless shouts of reporters. Your Choo’s smack smacked against the ceramic floors of the building as you strode your way over.

Sharon Carter watched as the reporters stopped and made way for you and James. Unlike before, when you had been seated at the same table as her, you didn’t look like you clearly didn’t want to be there.

No.

You looked positively headstrong. A no-nonsense look was on your face as you eyed every Carter family member down. James was the same as always. Brooding. Watching.

“The Misses are not taking questions at this time. Thank you for your time, but you all need to leave.” Your voice rang out as reporters started to protest, but a look from you silenced them.

“Sasha,” you called out to your companion. “Let’s go.”

Ten PM…

Somehow in some way, shape, or form— you had managed to scour food for you, Amanda, Peggy, and Sharon. You happily slurped on your pasta while James sat beside you.

“Um… does he want some food?” asked Sharon awkwardly. “I’m not hungry,” James answered her smoothly. Sharon just blinked at him before nodding. Returning back to her food. You were sitting beside him, but he had snuck his leg under yours, pulling you even closer to him. The two of you were practically hip to hip. All the while there was some commotion outside, people still cleaning up the crime scene.

“So…” you looked up from your pasta. Amanda Carter was giving you a considering look. Far from the look she had been giving you earlier in the ballroom. “You’re a detective?”

“Homicide detective,” you clarified for her. “I mostly deal with domestic violence abuse victims, child abuse victims, or child neglect.”

“Ah.”

You slurped up another noodle.

Chew. Chew. Chew. Chew.

“And… how long have you been a homicide detective?” Amanda asked you again. “I was a police officer for about two years before I became a homicide detective. I’m turning twenty-seven soon.” You informed her.

A look of surprise came over her face. “I didn’t know you were twenty-seven!” proclaimed Sharon. “You don’t look like you’re twenty-seven! I thought you were still in your early twenties!”

You noticed Peggy was silent.

“Why did you become a homicide detective?”

Peggy’s question didn’t throw you off guard. Most people usually asked this question. Usually, you’d just reply with a, “Oh, personal problems” and just leave it at that.

But something was twisting deep in your gut when you looked at Peggy Carter. So when you answered her, it even surprised you.

“My dad. He wasn’t the greatest dude. I didn’t have a happy home life, so I wanted other people to at least have one.”

James’s hold on you tightened. If possible, his eyes were slowly turning dark.

You wondered when was the last time he had fed.

Had it been a week? Two? Three? Four?

Slurping up the last bit of your noodle, you put your fork down.

“Excuse me,” you apologized politely to the three women. “I need to talk to James about something.” Hissing him to get up and follow you, the two of you scurried out of the room.

James only followed you down the hallway for a few feet before he grabbed a hold of your arm, tugging you down to the empty closet he had spotted earlier when the two of you had arrived. Ignoring your hissed protests, he dragged you inside, making sure to shut the door.

“Where’s the goddamn light switch…” your hisses were cut off by you suddenly being pushed against the wall.

You couldn’t help it.

You let out a squeak of surprise.

His heavy breathing just confirmed for you that your Sugar Daddy had indeed, not fed for a while.

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout how good ya smell…” his low timbre made your legs begin to twitch. Your pussy clenched around nothing as he slotted his body against yours, something akin to a growl erupting from his throat.

“Oh, Kitten. I can smell you. Can smell how wet you’ve been for me. You’re bein’ needy and bratty, aren’t cha?”

His words made you bite down a whimper. You were still feeling horny as shit.

“Didn’t like the way she was looking at you,”  your breath stuttered as James heard your breathy tone. “Wanted you to fuck me, Daddy. Wanted your fingers so bad…”

A deep groan came from your Daddy. “Kotenok… you don’t know what you’re askin’…”

“Uh-uh.”  You shook your head no. “Know what I’m askin’.”  To prove your point, you even grinded against him. James inhaled deeply, his palms nearly shaking. His gloved hand brushed over your dress, making you shudder.

Your skin felt so hot. You felt like you were on fire.

“Please,”  your plea came out into a breathy whisper. “Need you, Sasha. Need you so bad.”

“Don’t tempt me,”  James growled. You shamelessly rolled your hips down against him. You were also pretty sure you were breathing pretty heavily too.

“I’ll use Armadillo tonight.”  You threatened him.

In the complete utter darkness, James’s nostrils flared up. “You wouldn’t dare use that toy of depravity against me.”  He hissed in a confrontational tone. “You don’t fuck me, I find other means.”  A triumphal tone was evident in your voice as you leaned back. Clearly thinking that you had bested your Daddy.

… until you felt a sharp canine brush over your neck. Your entire body shuddered and thrummed with need.

“I’m always three steps ahead of you, kotenok. Don’t forget that.”  James hummed against your skin as his teeth trailed over your skin in a teasing manner. Just to remind you that he could bite you and sink his teeth in, but he wouldn’t. Even if he could.

“… stop teasing…” Was your soft whimper.

He could smell your arousal. It was like small little wisps of smoke floating up in his nose. Your blood sang to him and he could feel how hungry he was.

But he needed to keep himself in control. He wasn’t a monster.

Removing his glove from his left hand, he quickly shoved it in his back pocket. Your thighs pressed together in anticipation.

Lifting up the skirt of your dress, James pushed your panties to the side. Plunging a metal finger inside of you, he felt your body seize up. Your breath caught in your throat as your mouth fell open into an O. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the cooling sensation, compared to how hot your body felt.

“… shit…”  gasped James as he let out a grunt. You were so wet and your pussy was sucking him in. His precious girl was speaking to him. And he was listening.

Without skipping a beat, he started pumping his finger in and out of you, quickly adding two more fingers before you could blink.

Your breathless moans soon filled the small, cramped space. James himself had buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as his fingers continued to push up into your sloshing mess of a cunt. His thumb rubbed against your clit roughly, providing that much-needed friction as you grinded against him, your hips rolling down onto his. With his body pressed against yours so closely, you could feel the bulge in his pants press against you really tight. That only spurred you on getting even wetter than you already were, your arousal dripping down his fingers and onto his metal palm.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit. Fuck, Sasha. Feels so good Daddy.”  You moaned pathetically like a teenage girl dry humping her boyfriend for the first time. A loose whimper fell from your lips when you felt his finger probe against your g-spot.

“Oh my god, yes. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Right there, oh my god. Don’t stop, please, please, please,”  you were resisting the urge to be loud like you usually were with him. But knowing that you two were in a cramped, small space in a public setting?

High unlikely that you were going to corrupt any innocent souls tonight.

James’s pace quickened as he continued to position his fingers in and out of you, the wet squelching noises of his fingers pushing back in, shoving his fingers as deep as he could inside of you filling his ears. Along with your moans.

And when his teeth eventually sank into your neck, finally drinking from you, you came with a muffled moan. James’s flesh hand had clasped over your mouth. Silencing your noises.

They were only supposed to be for him, after all.

Removing his mouth from your neck, you felt a little light-headed. You had to take a couple of seconds to regain your composure.

Taking his metal fingers out of your gushing cunt, he slipped them into his mouth. Moaning at the pure taste of you. Your cheeks flushed.

“Sasha!” You hissed at him. Nearly choosing to swat his shoulder. But you didn’t.

“Go out first. I’ve got… unfinished business to do.”

You just blinked at him for a split second.

“Are you… hard?” Your voice was full of disbelief.

“Yes,” stated James bluntly.

“O-Oh… I mean… I-I can help, if—“ you stammers were cut off. “No,” was James’s brisk reply. You immediately stopped talking. “It’s okay. Go out first.”

Just about when you reached the door, you heard a low, “Spit in my hand.”

Turning back around, searching for James in the dark, you felt him grab your wrist and tug you towards him again.

Your hands fell to his slacks, unbuttoning the button with a low popping noise.

His voice was low. “You don’t have to help me. All I need is your spit and thoughts of your pussy. That should be more than enough help.”

Your cheeks burned. “Then gimme your hand,” you snapped at him. Although you couldn’t see him in the pitch darkness, a smile tugged at his lips.

His flesh hand gripped your chin, telling you which hand to spit into. Bending your head down, a spitting noise echoed in the quiet, small cramped space.

“See you outside, Sasha.”

Some time around eleven thirty PM…

You had been roped in with some other work, so by the time you had gotten around to finally feeling like you had peace of mind, you had lost track of where James had ended up.

Fortunately for you, James had popped up. Looking the exact same. He didn’t look like he had just masturbated himself to the near-brink of death.

Lucky bastard.

“Busied yourself in the joys of the flesh for far too long, have you?” Your crisp response had James gazing at you with utter amusement.

“What can I say,” shrugged your number one person in the world, “—you are quite the vixen.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Sasha.”

The two of you were walking down the hallway back to the Carter women. Mostly everyone who had been there to clean up the crime scene was already heading home. Colleagues and friends alike who you caught on their way out said goodbye. James just did his usual staring thing.

A loud piercing scream suddenly echoed down the hallway.

You took off running, even yanking off your Choo’s to get there faster.

James had never been more thankful in his long life for his enhanced endurance. His super speed. He easily caught up with you as you bolted down the hall to get to where the screaming was coming from.

Upon reaching the spot, you froze in your tracks.

There was a dead body.

Now, you had seen plenty of dead bodies in your life before. It came with the job occupation, after all.

The dead body appeared to be a woman with dark brown hair. You also noticed her hair was naturally curly. Blood splattered all over her white shirt.

Something was off, about this woman, though.

And James caught it. But, before he could voice his opinion, Peggy decided to open her mouth to shriek.

“She did it! She’s the one who murdered my dad!”

If you had been in her position, you probably would have felt pity for her. Her own father had been murdered, after all. It reminded you of your own past relationship with your father. Just the thought of him made you feel that familiar deep pain in your chest. You hadn’t felt that pain for a long time. Over the years, you had tried getting through it. You had accepted after a long time ago that you would never get over it. You still had the scars on your chest to prove it.

But day by day, that deep pain in your chest slowly loosened. That dark cloud that had followed you and loomed over you slowly went away.

Seeing this dead woman’s body and hearing Peggy’s shout had made all of your old feelings rush up to the surface again.

“… If she was the one who murdered your father, then why is she dead?”

James’s voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“Because she probably felt bad that she did it! She probably couldn’t handle the fact that she killed someone and so she had to off herself to make herself feel better!” Peggy fired right back at him. James however, was still not impressed.

“If that’s what you’re saying… then why is her jacket also still off?” came his next question.

“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw,” you breathed out. Just realizing the jacket was off.

Everything in your brain started firing at you all at once.

James saw the look on your face.

You had figured it out.

All of the puzzle pieces had fallen into place. Like the entire puzzle piece had been finished. All those jagged, uneven pieces were now in their correct place.

“You… you did it.”

Mrs. Carter cried out. Sharon looked horrified.

You were staring Peggy Carter right in the eyes.

“I didn’t do it!” She screeched. “

What evidence do you have?” She challenged you.

“Your dress.”

“What?”

“You dress,” you continued. You were looking at the poofy ballgown-like skirt with a critical eye. “You said earlier, a few minutes before the lights went out that you had leaked through. But any woman knows with that type of dress, in that type of color that anyone looking could see you had bled through it. That red color won’t cover up leakage. They’ll show the color because blood red is much darker than your dress color. But you weren’t showing.”

Peggy’s red dress looked like a candy red apple color. It reminded you of Maria Reynolds's red dress from Hamilton.

“Not to mention,” you had turned back around to look at the dead body once more. “The woman’s shoes were off. Your poofy skirt would have been able to cover your shoes. I didn’t quite see your heels before you had lifted your skirt to get up from the table. And to not mention, if your mom hadn’t forced you to wear heels at a very young age, your feet probably would’ve been sore. Or you would’ve had blisters by now. There’s no reason why the SP would her shoes off.”

“But the SP are everywhere!” Peggy’s protest made you smirk.

“Exactly.”

“What the hell are you trying to say?” Amanda shouted at you.

“Your daughter’s right. The SP are everywhere. They’ve been at these events for so long that people don’t even notice them anymore. They’re like white noise to people. And when the lights went out, it was a perfect moment for you to strike.”

“You managed to catch the SP off guard. And then after you killed her, you impersonated her. You went back inside. She had your curled hair. You were wearing sunglasses. No one would be able to tell the difference. So after you got in, you grabbed the knife and snuck up on your father, just before he was about to walk on stage. After you stabbed him, you fled. The chaos inside allowed you to change and come back inside without anyone noticing. But you forgot one thing.”

“What?” She bit at you.

“You’re still wearing the shoes.”

Sharon gasped in horror as James walked up to Peggy, only to yank up her skirt, revealing the shoes. Black booties were on her feet.

The same ones that were missing on the SPs.

“So what if I did it? You don’t have any motivation on why I would do it!” Peggy shouted at you.

“Oh. But I do.”

Peggy took a step back, just as you took a step forward. Grabbing her by the scooped collar of her neckline, you forced her to look right into your eyes.

“You wanted to get married to James. To merge your companies. To make you even richer, because you’re under his company name. He owns you.”

“How do you know that?” Sharon was surprised. Dropping Peggy for a second, you pulled out your phone. “These things are really helpful with research. And because I spend so much time with James. He tells me everything. A month before we came here, I asked him questions on the way home. He told me that he invests in your company. He bought you because your husband, Mrs. Carter, was gambling with the mob.”

“H-He… he never told—“ Amanda breathed out in horror.

“Of course he didn’t. He didn’t want to tell you he was embezzling money from the company to fund his poker games. But the mob… they aren’t kind to people who don’t pay them on time. Sooner or later, he probably figured out that they’d put a hit on him. So, he decided to compromise. And that’s where Sasha came in.”

Turning your gaze to James, you saw his wide smirk.

He loved seeing you in your element.

“A marriage between two powerful people would be extraordinary for him. He would have more access to money. More access means more money to fund his games. But, James must have figured something was up. So he said no.”

“And that’s how you found out.” You had redirected your watchful gaze back to Peggy, who was still on the floor.

“You snooped around his office one day, and you found proof of his embezzling. And then, after James said no to the match, you snapped. So, you decided to kill your father. Because you wanted the money too. He’s probably got a will somewhere, providing you, Sharon, and your mother with money if anything ever happened to him. You’re just a greedy rich bitch with a trust fund.”

Having completed your analysis, you stood there. Eyebrow raised as if waiting for something to happen.

And something did happen.

Even before you could react. Peggy got onto her feet and lunged for you.

So you did the most reasonable thing ever.

You whacked her right in the face with your purse. And when she was down, you did it again. Repeatedly hitting her with your purse, you did it until she was completely knocked out.

And okay sure, her nose was bleeding a little.

So maybe yeah, you probably had hit her a little too hard.

But anywho.

“I’ll take her into custody. You take the Carters home.”

You looked at James.

“Are you sure?” You asked him. “Yeah,” he replied. Giving him a nod, he watched as you led the remaining two Carter women out. Once he knew you were out of sight, he pulled out his phone. Unlocking it with his thumb, he opened his contacts and clicked on the right conversation. His thumbs flew over the keyboard as he began to type.

James: I went to the store but I wasn’t able to find the red bean popsicles. Is regular cherry popsicles okay?

Around one AM, ish…

By the time James had gotten home from dropping Peggy off, he heard silence.

Which wasn’t all that odd.

But then, as he walked up the stairs of the luxurious Brown Townhouse that he shared with you in Brooklyn, he heard it.

Crying. Soft sobs.

Almost immediately, he knew it was you.

Speeding up his pace, he quickly found himself in the master bedroom of the house. Opening the door fully, golden light filled in the room.

He saw your lump on the bed, shaking. Little broken sobs were coming from you as you tried to keep yourself under control.

And you had.

You had tried.

You had fucking tried to keep yourself together. Once you had escorted Amanda and Sharon Carter back to their penthouse in Manhattan, you had hailed a cab to take you back to Brooklyn. You had texted Carol on your way home, saying that you’d give her a debriefing tomorrow. Because you were frigging exhausted as shit.

So once you got home, you immediately peeled off your dress, followed by your bra and panties. Even chucking off of your shoes. Pulling yourself the hottest bath you could, you even brought out the candles.

It was gonna be that kind of night.

You sat in the tub, drowning in your thoughts for what had seemed like an eternity. When you realized that the water had gotten cold, you had stepped out. After changing into comfy clothes and blow-drying your hair, you immediately felt the bile reach up in your throat.

You had vomited in the toilet. After finishing, you rinsed your mouth and washed your face. And then brushed your teeth.

After all that, you had laid in bed until the thought had become too much.

Now, now you were spilling all of it out.

You barely even felt James sliding into the bed on the other side, trying his best to comfort you. He wrapped his arms around you.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about—“ a hiccup, “I-I… I couldn’t stop thinking about him… I-I know he’s been declared missing but I… I just… I couldn’t stop… I couldn’t stop…”

You were trembling. Shaking. Utterly in shock.

James remembered. He remembered meeting you that faithful week when everything had suddenly taken a turn for the worst. He remembered how the dinner had gone, and when the two of you had gotten in his car, he had nearly lost control.

By the end of the night, you had ended up straddling him, kissing him feverishly. You remembered he had made you cum that night. Right in his car.

It had been that same week when your father had finally snapped. Gone into the deep end. James had wired money into your account that had you paying the rent and the bills early. He had given you so much money that you had been able to pay for five months’ worth. The two of you had gotten into a heated argument.

When he had stabbed you, he had done it. Over and over. You had been laying in a pool of blood, weakly crawling to get to your phone to call James. He had been so lucky to find that his younger sister Natalia was near you. The redhead had managed to get you to the hospital while her older brother had dealt with your father.

Usually, James was not the type to enjoy punishments. Or dealing them out. That was reserved for his cousin. The head of the New York criminal underworld— Nick Fowler had to deal out punishments. Anyone who dared to cross him, or his wife would have to pay a hefty price.

James hadn’t been happy when he had found your father. But he had enjoyed killing him. Every time the hammer went down on his body and he’d heard another sickening crack of his bones breaking, it filled him with joy.

Ever since his family had been cursed with the curse of immorality and forced to walk upon this earth for centuries, James had never truly felt the feeling the people had called love.

But seeing you at the restaurant, listening to you, watching you— filled him with that strange feeling. Deep in his wretched, black ugly soul. He felt a spark. He suddenly felt as if he was living again. You were the air he suddenly breathed. You were the sunshine that shined over him. You were that light at the end of the tunnel. His light in the darkness.

For a long time now, he had accepted who he was. That he would never change. That he was incapable of changing.

So when he had murdered your father without drinking a drop of his blood, he didn’t feel bad. When your old man had been declared missing, he had reassured you that your father wouldn’t be getting anywhere near you again.

He was there every step of the way when you had decided to go to therapy. He had been there to encourage you to follow your dreams. He had been there when you had become a homicide detective. He had been there when you had confessed that you were in love with him. He had been the first one that you had ever slept with. Ever in your life.

You were his, and he was yours.

A gasp left you when his metal hand crept down your thighs, gently probing the tip of his finger around the fabric of your panties. His fingers rolled and rubbed against your clothed clit, devouring your sweet noises of pleasure as his mouth left hot kisses down the back of your neck. Going lower and lower. Flesh hand finding your shirt and bunching it up as his metal thumb rubbed circles onto your clit.

Rocking against you, his front pressed down onto your back as you felt him grinding down onto your ass. His hardened cock pressed deeper and deeper as his rubbing became quicker and faster.

All the while cries, moans, and pleas fell from you. You were breathing so heavily while you rocked your hips, grinding down onto the palm of his metal hand. Lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

“I’m— fuck I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered. “Needy lil kitten. Who’s makin’ you feel this good, huh? Tell me who’s makin’ you feel this good.” His voice ghosted over the nape of your neck.

“Daddy,” you gasped. Your mouth falling into a perfect O shape. “Daddy’s makin’ me feel this good.”

Tensely you rocked more into him. Grinding onto his palm just right. Your tits were straining and bouncing in the soft cotton material of your tank top.

“That’s right, kitten. Doin’ so well. Don’t you worry. Daddy’s gonna make it all better sweetheart. Cause you’re my best girl.”

With that, you came. You whimpered and sobbed. Crying out loud when your climax overwhelmed you, soaking you through as your legs continued to shake. The aftershocks of your orgasm being ridden through as James humped himself like a teenage boy against you, his lips stuttering as he came right in his pants.

The two of you stayed in bed for a while, deciding to cuddle. Because you wanted to be as close to James as you could. He held you, having changed out of his clothes. Naked and bare beside you, your head perched on his chest as you dozed off.

Briefly, as James laid there in bed next to you, because he didn’t need sleep. He thought.

His younger adopted sister mentioned something called her “red ledger.”

“I have red in my ledger,”  he remembered her telling him once. It had probably been a few decades ago at this point. But he had remembered her words, how she explained to him that there had been patches in her past that she wasn’t proud of. She had killed people in order for her family to stay together.

Ivan. Melina. Yelena. That was her family. And her family had accepted him in, along with his cousins. They became his second family. He had killed in order to keep his new family together.

But when he killed in your name… it was different. You were more than family. You weren’t someone he just protected because he wanted to.

He chose to protect you.

You were the light of his life. His joy. His girl.

As Natalia said, he also had red in his ledger. And it was okay.

No one would ever take you away from him ever again.

Pretty soon, he’d be sure that Nick would put his plan into action. Once Peggy got in jail, he would leave it to his cousin.

Accidents happened in jail all the time.

For now though, James wouldn’t dwell on those thoughts. Instead, he focused on holding you, whispering in your ear about how much he loved you.

Everything would be fine and dandy.

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I Like You

Part 2 - But Maybe Only As A Friend

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader (College!AU)

Summary: they say that there are five stages of having a crush. This is the story of how Y/N goes through each of them while harboring a crush on the popular nerd-slash-jock at her college, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes

Words: 2.4K+

Warnings: pining, fluff, little bit of angst, pride and prejudice mentions

A/N: I've tried to write it like a romcom movie lol // hope you like it Xx

Repost of my own // beta'd by the very awesome @firefly-in-darkness but my mistakes are my own // dividers by @firefly-graphics // song lyrics in bold and italics that Bucky sings at the beginning: Leave The Door Open by Bruno Mars and Anderson .Paak

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Part 1

“If I knew this was going to happen, I would’ve made sure that I didn’t take Bucky’s pencil.” You said, glaring pointedly at her as you put stuff in your bag.

Natasha gave you an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry, babes. I promise I’ll return the favor when you finally get a boyfriend.” She had the audacity to wink at the end of her sentence.

“I’m sure you are.” You sighed, zipping your bag and putting it over your shoulder before you started walking out of the door. “Wait, shouldn’t it be an ‘if’? As in if I get a boyfrie-?” You asked with confusion, turning around to ask, just in time to see Natasha roll her eyes at you and shut the door in your face.

“Thank you, Y/N!” came Steve’s muffled yell from the other side.

“Whatever,” You grumbled to yourself.

The days before you had chanced upon the knowledge of their love life were much better. At least you didn’t have to leave every time Steve came up to your dorm.

Your phone started ringing just as you took your shoes out of the shoe stand, the screen displaying Bucky’s name.

You cleared your throat before answering, “Hello?”

“What you doin’?” Bucky’s deep voice asked through the speaker.

You adjusted the bag on your shoulder before bending down to tie your laces. “Nothing much. I’m just wearing my shoes and-”

“Where you at?” Bucky interrupted, and if you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought he was holding back laughter. You didn’t think much about it and replied anyway. “In front of my dorm. I’m about to-"

Not that it mattered much, because he cut you off again.

"Oh, you got plans?” Bucky said in a sing-song voice and you groaned when you finally understood where it was about to go.

“Bucky, I swear if you complete it-”

“Don’t say that.” You groaned loudly, earning a laugh from Bucky which, against your will, made you smile.

“Do you wanna sing the whole song?” You asked irritatedly.

“Nah, I’m good.” You rolled your eyes at his nonchalant tone.

“Is there a point to this or were you just in the mood to annoy me today?” You said with exasperation, totally done with social interaction for now.

“Hey, wait, don’t cut the call - I’m sorry,” he said, sounding like he was keeping his laughter in.

“I’ve been hearing that a lot lately.” You chided. “Why did you call me again?”

“Well, like I asked earlier, do you have any plans today?” Bucky inquired.

It was a Sunday evening, so you had naturally decided to binge shows while completing your assignments and chilling in your room.

Or it had been your plan till your roommate had kicked you out to, essentially, 'get some’.

“I was just about to grab coffee from The Brew and then chill in the study hall for the day.” because your best friend is screwing my best friend, you thought to yourself with a scowl. “Why do you ask?”

“Ah. You see, Sam has this seminar he left to attend and Steve is gonna be out for a couple of hours.” There was a pause of a couple of seconds as if he was hesitant about speaking next, but decided to continue anyway. “I was gonna watch that film you were nagging me about and then I thought - if I’m going through hell, why not drag you with me.”

“Was this supposed to convince me?” You asked him with a shake of your head, which you stopped when you realized that he couldn’t see.

He dramatically sighed. “Alright, let me try again. You, me, pizza and the Pride and Prejudice movie, my dorm? Please?”

This time, you couldn’t control your chuckle at the faux desperation in his voice as you mulled over his question.

Was he seriously asking you to come over when neither of his roommates were in?

To be honest, if it had been either Sam or Steve who had put forward the idea, you wouldn’t have thought twice. But it wasn’t either of them, it was Bucky.

There was no denying that your heart was already leaping at the small chance of your very-detailed imaginations coming true. Yet, you had never been alone with Bucky with no other purpose than doing your book report together and even just hanging out was making you nervous.

You had only suggested that he watch the movie to understand it from a different point of view, to see the characters as characters and not just scrutinize them just for the sake of the report, and it was coming back to bite you in the ass.

On top of that, you were worried you would end up spilling the beans about your best friend’s relationship, because, what if he didn’t know yet?

Gosh, poor soul would be crushed if he did like Natasha and came to know that Steve had already swept her off her feet.

“Y/N, you there?” Bucky’s voice brought you out of your reverie.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’ll be there.” You blurted out.

Shit. You facepalmed when you realized that you had accidentally accepted.

What was the logical step to do next? Call him back and politely decline, right?

You couldn’t explain why, but you didn’t wanna do that.

Spending some time with Bucky wouldn’t hurt your otherwise non-eventful schedule anyway, would it?

You brushed the lint on your sweater and removed your hair from a lazy bun and combed it with your fingers, trying to hopefully look as if you didn't put any effort in.

Checking how you looked in the rear-camera of your phone for the last time, you held your breath before knocking on his door.

There was some shuffling before Bucky opened the door, beaming at you. “Come in.”

You wondered how someone handsome and built like him could look like an adorable teddy bear while in loose sweats.

He stepped back, allowing you to enter. “I was worried that I annoyed you too much and you wouldn’t come.”

“I had half a mind not to. TikTok has already made me hate that song so I’m not sure if I can forgive you easily.” You teasingly said, bringing a light tone between you two.

The aroma of freshly popped popcorn reached your nose and you saw that Bucky had arranged the couch to be directly in front of the TV, instead of against the wall, with a bowl of popcorn set in the middle of the couch.

Bucky motioned for you to take a seat. “I hope I’ll be able to earn your forgiveness, your majesty.” He said with a grin. You put your bag down and settled comfortably.

“It’s a good start, but I believe I was promised a pizza.” You replied with just as much cockiness.

“Here,” Bucky said as he handed you the different menus from the pizzerias nearby, before sitting down beside you and putting the movie on. “I didn’t want to assume what you like. Order whatever you want, it’s on me.”

“Why? Is this a date?” You joked as the movie started with Keira Knightley reading a book as she walked in an open ground.

“Do you want it to be?” Bucky countered with a grin.

You were glad you had your hair open because it perfectly curtained your blushing cheeks from his vision as you directed your eyes back to the screen.

What were you supposed to say anyway? Answer him with a sincere yes?

You obviously couldn’t do that!

Bucky had a certain way with words, you reminded yourself, it probably didn’t mean anything more than a jest to him.

“Did you know the book she’s reading is titled 'First Impressions’? It was the name of Austen’s first draft of Pride and Prejudice.” You said in an attempt to change the topic.

“Woah, really?” You smiled in relief when your attempt was successful and nodded. “Have you decided what you want?"

Your eyes widened in disbelief when Bucky gave his order on the phone, trying real hard to not judge him as he ordered a Hawaiian pizza and mustered up a smile to match the one he gave you when your eyes met.

Opting not to comment on his choice of having pineapples on pizza, you focused on the dancing sequence of the movie, the anticipation of Mr Darcy’s entrance turning your forced smile into a real one.

The dim-lit scene as Mr Darcy kissed Elizabeth briefly on her face, chanting Mrs Darcy with each peck before his lips finally touched hers. The ending still managed to fill you with just as much warmth as it always did.

As the credits started to roll, there were a few things that you noticed in this specific order -

a) A few stray tears had rolled down your cheeks, which you immediately rubbed off your face, and

b) You had very comfortably snuggled into Bucky’s side sometime during the movie without noticing it

The empty popcorn bowl was in your lap with Bucky’s hand over your shoulder. You could feel his chest moving with each breath.

"You good?” Bucky whispered.

“Yeah,” you whispered back, not wanting to burst the small bubble you were in. “What did you think about the movie?”

Bucky chuckled lowly, “I think I understand why you like it so much now.” The deepness of his voice made you feel things you didn’t know you could.

You moved a bit away, stretching your spine get rid of the discomfort from sitting in the same position for too long. Bucky had pursed his lips when you glanced at him, looking like he was deep in thought.

The air around you started feeling a bit awkward, so you broke the silence.

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but I still can’t believe that you voluntarily ordered and ate a pizza with pineapple on it.” You grimaced.

“I do like it” Bucky uttered in confusion, his eyebrows stitched together as you shook your head at him for the second time today - the difference was that he could see this one.

“Why, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing, I’m not sure if I can like you anymore.” You said seriously.

It was a lie, of course. If anyone knew the secret to being able to control how you felt around him, you would pay them handsomely. What you had just announced wasn’t completely fruitless though, because it was almost funny how it was riling Bucky up.

The creases on his temples deepened, and you were just about to lose it when Bucky sat up straight and stared directly in your eyes. His upper lip curled back in contemplation before his tongue swiped the bottom one as you tried to hide your blushsmile.

How was this guy making you fall harder and harder every time you looked at him?

“That’s particularly prejudiced of you, Miss Y/L/N.” The British accent he added was the last straw as you burst out laughing, Bucky joining in.

“That was a great imitation,” you praised after your laughter died down, “I have to say, I’m quite impressed.”

“Was it enough to make you like me again?” Bucky asked with a cheeky smile, thankfully with a well-intended tone of joking added so you knew to take it as just that - a joke.

“I like you, but maybe only as a friend,” You replied with a smirk to distract yourself from slipping, diverting both your mind and the topic to a clear boundary. “You need to work harder to become my bestie. Natasha drives a hard bargain with her face masks and skin care stuff.”

“Oh, come on.” Bucky grouched as he started picking up the empty pizza boxes and the water bottles. “I thought she would’ve docked a few points in your book after how much she kicks you out for Steve nowadays.”

Your blood froze, making a chill creep up your spine as your knuckles turned white with how tightly you had gripped the arm of the sofa.

“You know?” were the two words your tongue allowed you to stutter out.

“Yeah, I mean,” he shrugged, “they started as friends with benefits. Where do you think they hooked up most of the time?”

The gears in your head started turning, interpreting his words as you felt yourself relax as if a burden was lifted from your shoulders. You had found them in Steve's apartment where Bucky lived too, so it should've been obvious that he knew.

You blinked as you calmed down, he was heading to the kitchen so he didn’t witness your mess up. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“You should invest in good headphones.” Bucky hollered, making you chuckle to yourself.

You moved the sofa back to its original place, picked up the bowl and whatever he hadn’t been able to carry and took them to the kitchen where Bucky was putting stuff in the garbage bag.

“Please don’t take it as an offense, but I thought you liked Natasha for the longest time and that you might be upset that Steve’s dating her.” You admitted, not being able to keep your thoughts to yourself anymore. “It’s why I didn’t say anything about it sooner.”

Bucky gave you a bashful smile. “She’s a good friend, but I don’t see her that way. There’s someone else I got my eyes on, though.”

“Oh.” was the only thing you could say, doing all you could to not show your myriads of feelings you currently felt, too incomprehensible to dissect them right now. Of course he liked someone else, it would probably be someone like Natasha he’d be interested in.

“What do you wanna do now?” He asked, crashing through the train of your thoughts and giving you a much needed distraction till you could have time for yourself to think everything through.

“I don’t know.” You muttered.

“Can I propose that we watch another movie then?"

You cursed yourself for not being able to say no to Bucky’s puppy-dog eyes and his stupid little fake British accent.

You yawned, stretching your body as it slowly awakened.

You were on a bed, not your own, that was for sure. You turned away from the window, grumbling at whoever had left the curtains open when something next to you moved.

Stilling your movements, you forced your eyes open to see a face that made your heart stop beating. His long dark eyelashes rested against his cheeks as his brown hair, though messy, looked as if a professional had styled them.

Why were you in bed with Bucky?

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Dangerous Dance (1)

Summary: Bucky is head over heels for you.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Shy!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of mobster business (barely), love-struck Bucky, fluff, shy reader, tension, cuddling & snuggling, mentions of cheating (not Bucky)

Word Count: 2298

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Your nose buried in yet another book, you tap your foot to the classic song they play at the podcast you are listening to. 

“Miss, did you hear what I said?” taking out your earphones you look up from your table, giving the young man talking to you an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, but this is my lunch break. The library is closed until 1 pm,” you point toward the sign on your desk. “If you want to look around it’s fine, but don’t tell my boss.”

A deep chuckle makes you flinch; you didn’t even see another man stepped toward the table you occupy to read your book in silence. “It’s alright, doll,” he smoothly purrs; eyes roaming your body.

The man smiles, offering his hand to you. “Peter and I will return after your break, pretty girl,” you giggle when the man presses a chaste kiss to your knuckles. “You’re worth the wait.”

“You can have a look around, I don’t mind, Sir,” the man lifts his eyebrows, gaze never wavering. He looks you straight in the eyes, waiting for you to say something, but the way he looks at you makes your heart race. “Just don’t tell my boss, she doesn’t like to see I let people check on the books during my break.”

“I won’t tell anyone, doll,” you watch the younger man out of the corner of your eye. He walks toward the shelves with Russian authors, smiling as he takes one book out of the shelf. “How about we talk a little while my friend looks for the book he wants?”

“Sir, not so loud,” you shush, pointing toward another sign on the wall opposite your table. “Rules. No yelling at a library.”

“Oh, you like rules, huh?” you feel a shiver run down your spine when the man sits on the table, grasping for your hand to slide his index finger over the palm of your hand. “I could read your future from your hand, doll.”

“I don’t believe in fortune-telling, Sir,” he hums, still, the man won’t let go of your hand. “What do you want to talk about?” mesmerized by his gaze you can’t look away.

“What’s your favorite book?” you whip your head, wondering why this attractive man in his expensive suit, and shoes costing more than your car, wants to talk to you. “Doll?”

You blink a few times, looking up at the man with doe eyes as he grazes his thumb over your hand. “If I must choose one to take with me to a deserted island, it’ll be ‘Crime and punishment’, Dostoevsky is one of my favorites.”

“Crime and punishment,” smirking he leans closer to brush his nose over your cheek. “Interesting choice, doll. I thought you would say something like ‘Pride and Prejudice’ or any other story from Jane Austen,” he mumbles. “How about dinner?”

“Dinner?” you choke out. “I don’t think I can go out with you, Sir. I’m not-“ sighing you watch the man lean back, he watches you, a frown on his handsome features. You know men like him. Confident, rich, attractive, not caring about other peoples’ feelings.

“Whoa, this must be a first,” his features change and for a moment, you fear he’ll get mad but there is a smile on his lips when you lean back in your chair. “No girl ever said no to James Buchanan Barnes.”

“Look, you’re a handsome man, Mr. Barnes,” you test his name on your tongue, smiling a little when Bucky smirks at your words. “But when I look at your shoes I know, we don’t really match. I wear shoes costing ten bucks; my pants are three-years-old. My hair is in a messy bun as I didn’t have the money to visit a hairdresser. You look like a male model jumping out of a magazine.”

“You reject me because I’m not poor?” you jump up, scraping the chair over the floor on your way. 

“I’m not poor,” you growl. “Only as I got two jobs to pay for everything doesn’t mean people like you got the right to judge me. Get out of the library or come back when my colleague takes over his shift.”

“Boss,” Peter shakes his head when you storm out of the library to hide in the small office in the back. “That was-“ Bucky tuts his protégé, smirking as you left your phone on the table. “You shouldn’t…”

“Peter, you should learn one thing,” Bucky smirks, patting Peter’s cheek with his gloved hand. “Guys like me do what the good boys dream about. I’ll get that sweet girl into my clutches, no matter what I must do…”

“Hello, doll,” lazily leaning against the wall Bucky smirks when you frown deeply. “You didn’t think you shooed me away, didn’t you?”

“I thought you got the message,” grumbling you wipe the last table. “Listen, I got that your alpha instinct tells you to hunt me as I’m the first girl refusing to go out with you, but I got no time for this.”

“Darling, I came here to apologize, not sink my teeth in your flesh,” Bucky huffs when you make a beeline around him. “I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t want to offend or hurt you, sweet girl.”

“We don’t match, Sir. I don’t know why you asked me out,” he pushes off the wall, strolls toward you with long steps. “Mr. Barnes.”

“Bucky to you, doll,” he gives you a soft smile. “And I asked you out as I like you, Y/N. My friend, the young man you met at the library wanted me to read a few books, this way my eyes landed on you.”

“Did you just admit that you stalked me?” snickering Bucky cups your face with his ungloved hand. “Mr. Barnes,” he leans closer to press a soft kiss to your temple and you shiver, feeling your heart begins to race again. “Why me?”

“You helped a little girl find a book and she begged her mom to read it to her,” he cups your cheek, gently running his thumb over your skin. “The mother was busy playing with her phone and ignored her daughter but you, you just sat on one of the chairs and started to read the book to her.”

“I remember that day. She asked me to read her a book as her mom was too busy to chat with men on her phone,” you whisper. “That was months ago, Mr. B– I mean Bucky.” Looking up at the, as you know now, dangerous mobster you suck your lower lip in, chewing on it. “Why would you stick around for that long?”

“I told you that I like you, no-“ he knits his brows together, tries to find the right words. “It’s more than that, doll. When I watched you at the library, talk to a child I imagined it’s our child. One day I saw you sit in a corner, alone and sad, you cried, and I wanted to bring you in my arms to soothe you, Y/N.”

You know, you should be scared. This foreign man, the mobster right in front of you just admitted he watched you for months but oddly, you lean in his touch. His warm hand on your cheek pulls a sigh from your lips and you pray he didn’t hear it. 

His gaze mesmerizes you and for a moment, you forget you are still at the restaurant, in your waitress uniform. “B-Bucky,” his lips meet yours in a soft kiss, take your breath away with only a soft press. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Please, one dinner. Go out with me, doll. I promise that I’ll not hurt you, Y/N,” he murmurs against your lips. “I can drive you home and tomorrow, you’ll go out with me.”

“I got more time over the weekend,” you whisper. “How about Saturday? I got to work at the library tomorrow and my mom needs my help at the restaurant too.”

“Saturday sounds good to me,” Bucky’s eyes light up and he smiles like he won the lottery or something when you silently nod. “Where do you want to go? Do you have a favorite restaurant?”

“I don’t know,” unsure you look at Bucky, nervously playing with your fingers. “Nothing too expensive. I got no clothes to wear at a fancy restaurant.”

“Oh, doll,” he smirks now, cupping your face with both hands. “I knew you are one in the million. Any other girl would’ve asked me to buy her a dress.”

“Why would I do something like this?” dumbfounded you to try to make sense out of Bucky’s words while you look up at him. “Girls ask you to buy them clothes to wear at your dates?”

“My sweet girl,” purring the words Bucky looks at you. His blue eyes search your face, try to find a lie behind your innocent façade. “You’re my shy little kitten.”

“He just asked you out after knowing you like five minutes?” your mother asks, watching you sigh dreamily. “You know about his reputation – right? He has a new girl on his arm every week, sweetheart. You should know better, Y/N.”

“Bucky is nice,” you mutter, hating your mother made you doubt your decision. 

“Bucky it is already?” sighing your mother tries to make you crumble. “I’m worried, is all, Y/N. After the breakup with Stuart, I thought-“ you sniff, shaking your head at the memory of your high school sweetheart in another girl’s arms. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought him up.”

“James is not like Stuart. I just want to go out with him,” you cry. “For once I want to believe a handsome man like James Buchanan Barnes can be interested in me. He’s nice and I want to go out with him. If he makes fun of me, you can tell me you told me so afterward.”

“Y/N, you are beautiful, smart, caring and any man should be happy to get your attention. If that man hurts you, I’ll find and castrate him,” your mother threatens. “Now let me find a nice dress for you to wear.”

“This is too expensive, Bucky,” whispering the words you look around the restaurant. “They all look like they jumped out of a fashion magazine.”

“Doll, you look beautiful,” Bucky pulls your chair, ignoring you try to tell him your dress is out of style for years. “It’s a nice dress, Y/N.” you want to believe Bucky and his charming smile, but the way the other women at the restaurant look at you tells another story.

“It’s not nice,” you look down at your plain sundress, the one your mother bought you for your birthday. “My mom bought it but it’s not the right choice for a restaurant like this.” 

“Nonsense,” grasping for your hand Bucky presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Nothing is too expensive for my girl,” you feel your cheeks heat up when Bucky moves closer with his chair to kiss your neck. “I’m going to make you my queen, doll.”

“I’m no queen, Bucky,” looking around the restaurant you feel out of place. All the other girls seem to enjoy the men by their side pay for everything. “Why should I want you to pay for everything?”

“You’re so fucking cute,” Bucky pecks your cheek, smiling when you shyly grasp for his hand. “Sorry, I shouldn’t curse at our first date, Y/N. I can be a better man for you. What did your mom say?”

“She said you’ve got a bad reputation but, I wanted to go on this date with you,” Bucky holds your hand. He looks at you, smiling softly when you tell him you wanted to get to know him better. 

“Doll, I will not lie to you,” he presses your hand to his heart, still that content smile on his lips, “I’m a dangerous man and our relationship will be a dangerous dance as there are people out there wanting to kill me, and you are not used to my lifestyle.”

“I see,” you choke the words out, afraid Bucky changed his mind. “Maybe I’m not the right girl.”

“No, doll. I meant my life is not the one you are used to. My friends wear guns and sometimes we choose our fists to solve problems. But if you want to become my girl, I promise to always protect you, Y/N…”

Bucky holds your hand the whole way from his car to his house, or rather the fortress he calls his home. While you look at the huge mansion with wide eyes Bucky watches you nervously shuffle from one foot to the other, smiling as you squeeze his hand. 

He can’t explain it, but there is something about you making him feel less dark, less broken. 

“Do you want to go out with me again?” your question makes the mobster smile. He cups your face gently before you can blink, lips brushing yours softly. “Bucky?”

“I will make you my girl if you let me, doll,” kissing Bucky back you wrap your arms around his neck. “How about I show you my house and we can watch the movie you told me about?”

Nestled on the couch, wrapped in Bucky’s arms you try to follow the movie, but your eyes flutter shut. Bucky settled behind you. He just holds you to his warm chest, sighs deeply when you turn around to rest your head against his chest.

“I’ll protect you, doll. No one will ever hurt you or take you away from me.”

“Promised?” looking up at the mobster you slide your fingers through his hair. 

“Promised,” Bucky whispers. He kisses you softly, taking his time to explore your mouth. “My girl will always be safe with me…”

>> Part 2

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[sinner-as-saint]

‘Till We Bleed Out - 2.

Vampire!bucky x reader AU

Part 2 of this series. 

Run-through: Your car breaks down on a deserted road on a rainy night. You have no other option but to seek shelter from the nearest house you could find; the mansion, which happened to be the talk of the town for its mysteriousness along with its equally mysterious owner, Mr. Barnes. The universe can be tricky sometimes but the fact that you found yourself at that mansion’s doorstep at that time was no simple coincidence. That one night changes everything forever - quite literally. True love, past lives and creatures from folklore; turns out it’s all real. 

Themes throughout the series: vampire!bucky, fluff, smut, angst 

You woke up realizing that you had surprisingly fallen soundly asleep last night, after the strange dream about the handsome man; who was kind enough to let you take shelter from the storm in his home. 

Speaking of the storm, you got out of bed and walked over to the window, pulling the curtain aside. You noticed that the weather was even worse than last night. Heavy rain, and nonstop thunder. Although, it seemed like a very cozy day to just stay inside. You sigh with a soft smile on, perhaps you’d get to know more about Bucky today. 

You turned back around and noticed something you hadn’t last night. Roses on the nightstand, as red as blood and just as hauntingly beautiful. Your smile grew; there was something enchanting about red roses. A bunch of it looked like the embodiment of poetry and there was no other way you could explain it. 

You approached the flowers and inhaled their fresh scent. Oh how you loved them! How come you didn’t notice they were on the nightstand? Anyways, you walked into the bathroom and brushed, showered and were about to change into another pair of sweatpants when you noticed more clothes in the closets. A sundress caught your eye and you decided to wear it. It fit you perfectly. You twirled in front of the mirror, checking yourself out when Wanda walked into the room. 

“I see you’re up, Miss.” she smiled at you. And you noticed she had the same look in her eyes, like Bucky did. That of sadness, or helplessness. But you tried ignoring it. 

“Good morning.” You gave her your best smile and noticed how she took in your appearance. 

“You look lovely. Anyways, I came to let you know that breakfast is ready. Mr. Barnes is waiting for you downstairs in the dining room. Come down whenever you’re ready.”  

Wanda left and the brief mention of Bucky brought back the memories of last night’s dream. It was definitely weird that you had such an explicit dream about him, but the weirdest thing was that you were not feeling the slightest bit guilty about it. 

You took a deep breath and stepped out of the room. You made your way downstairs, leisurely. Taking in more of the décor and the paintings on the wall. These must have cost a fortune, you thought. 

You found Bucky in the dining room, sitting at one of the ends of the large table. You had to admit, even the furniture in this house seemed pricey. Bucky set the newspaper down upon seeing you. He let his eyes roam your frame quickly and his smile broadened. “You look lovely,” he commented. 

You smiled, just a little shy and whispered a ‘thank you’. As you took a seat on his left, he spoke again. “The storm intensified. Looks like you’re not going home today.” he said with a genuine smile. You began to oppose naturally but he insisted. “You’ll be safe here.” 

You agreed. You picked a few food items from the large trays and took a few bites while Bucky got back to his newspaper. The silence was comfortable, the two of you seemed perfectly alright with sharing the space without feeling the need to fill the void with any conversation. It felt like this was part of your routine almost. 

You sipped on coffee and discreetly lifted your eyes to look at Bucky. He munched on a piece of fruit while focusing on some article in the papers. His body language made him look like an older man; eating while reading his newspaper. But his face didn’t look a day over 35. The contrast made you giggle and that caught his attention. 

He turned to face you with a raised eyebrow. “Something funny, miss?” he sounded like he was teasing you, politely. 

You shook your head and set your cup down, and upon doing so you noticed the red roses in a vase in front of you, again. The sudden urge to ask a question took over you, “Your wife, did she like red roses?” 

“They were her favorite.” He seemed unfazed by your sudden curiosity. 

“What was she like?” you asked again and the smitten smile on his face gave away how much he loved her. Love like this was rare, and you felt just a little envious of the late woman. She was so lucky, you hoped she knew. 

“Like the answer to all my prayers. Beautiful. Every little thing about her was so, so beautiful. She was kind, smart and funny, and fierce. She made me a better man. She was delightful.” You noticed he looked you right in the eyes as he spoke. His answer gave away that he worshipped that woman. 

“I hope she knew how much you love her.” 

He gave you that soft smile again. “I made sure to remind her every single day.” 

-

You never knew rainy days could be so lovely. After breakfast Bucky offered to show you his library because of course he owned one. And you had the time of your life just walking around and running your fingers over some of your favorite books. 

You noticed red roses on the coffee table as well, by the couches in his study room/library. While reaching for a copy of Pride and Prejudice, your hand brushed with his and your whole body felt like it was electrified. You pulled away sheepishly, but he held it up to you and you took it with a smile, admiring the front cover. 

“Your favorite?” he asked. 

You nodded, excitedly. He let out a little laugh. “You can have this one. I have plenty of other copies.” 

You smiled so big your cheeks hurt. “Thank you, Buck.” you were so excited that you walked past him, hungry to explore the other side of his library - without realizing what you just called him. 

Meanwhile Bucky was both surprised and elated. Buck… no one called him that except for-

“What’s in there?” he heard your voice and turned around immediately. You were pointing at the partially hidden door at the end of the room. “That’s where you hide all your secrets?” you teased, using the same tone he did this morning. 

He laughed and nodded. “Yes, you caught me.” 

You two shared a laugh and then he insisted that you should see the piano room. You agreed and just as everything else in the house, the grand room was equally as breathtaking. White couches, brown pillows, plants, full of light even with the stormy weather and a large balcony adjoined to it. Perfect. 

“It’s beautiful,” you said as you admired the room. You could hear the heavy rain hitting the window panes, it was comforting. You noticed the well-maintained piano right by the door which led to the balcony, “Do you play?” you asked and he gave you a dramatic look which gave away that you had just bruised his ego. 

“Miss Y/N, how dare you question my skills?” He answered with a smile on, then proceeded to play the most melodic tune you had ever heard. You weren’t much of a musical person, but you knew a melancholic tune when you heard one. It was, as most things in this house, hauntingly beautiful. Even the music carried a sense of nostalgia, and homesickness. 

You closed your eyes for a moment, getting lost in the music which filled the room effortlessly. Familiar, very familiar. Then it hit you - this was the same song being played at that ball in your dream. You opened your eyes immediately, baffled at the weird coincidences taking place lately. 

You found yourself gravitating towards the bench, and eventually you sat beside Bucky. He looked at you for a brief moment, then resumed playing somewhat of a softer tune. You smiled at him and suddenly it all felt like a déjà-vu. Like you’ve lived this exact moment a hundred times before. Sitting next to him, your elbows brushing, him looking at you lovingly, yet with sad eyes. His cologne, the slight gray in his eyes, the weather - it felt like a forgotten dream was coming back to you. 

You had to find something to say otherwise you felt like you were about to lose your mind. “You said you worked all day everyday. So is today your day off?” you tried to lighten the mood. 

He let out a little laugh. “Like I said, I rarely get visitors. I’m just making the most out of your company.” 

He was drop dead gorgeous, and he could make your heart race with just a few simple words. A dangerous combination really. 

He kept playing as you walked around the room, taking in every little detail. This was the only room in the house which had white roses in the vase, instead of dark red ones. Well, the white ones matched the interior better here. Your gaze fell upon something interesting next. 

“Vinyl records?” that seemed to catch his undivided attention as he stopped playing and turned to you. 

“Oh yes. It was one of my… old hobbies.” He answered. 

You giggled. “You say old hobbies like you are over a hundred years old.” 

He chuckled and got up from the bench. He walked over to where the records were kept, picked one out and carefully placed it down on the record player. A soothing tune filled the room again. Much lighter and happier than the piano earlier. A stark contrast to the gloomy weather but it still, somehow, fit perfectly. 

Bucky extended his arm out in front of you, out of nowhere. “Dance with me.” 

You didn’t hesitate for a single and took his hand immediately. Bucky held you close; his hand at your waist pressing your body to his gently. His other hand held yours delicately. Your arm placed over his shoulder as you stared into his deep, piercing eyes. And just like that, you two swayed slowly to the sweet, slow music. Effortlessly, gracefully and without any awkwardness or hesitation. Almost like you’ve danced a thousand times before. 

You giggled as he twirled you around and pulled you closer almost immediately. And when you looked back up into his eyes, it felt like a déjà-vu again. Only this time, you knew where you had experienced something similar to this - in your dream last night. The ballroom, the gown, the way you danced. Just like this. 

Your body tensed up and you weren’t blinking, Bucky caught the change in your behavior. “Don’t think about it.” he murmured. 

“About what?” you used a much softer tone as well. You and him were so close you could whisper and you were sure he would hear you perfectly. 

“Whatever it is you’re thinking about.” He spoke as he swayed you gently. “You’re here, with me. I don’t want you to think about anything else.” It sounded more like a plea than a request. There was something else he was trying to say; inexplicable, hidden in between the lines. Somehow you caught it. 

You nodded. “I’m here.” You spoke without paying much attention to what you were saying or doing. “With you.” All that mattered in the world right now was that you were in his embrace. His ocean blue eyes were the only thing you could make sense of. 

You felt it then. The warmth, despite his cold hands. The sparks flying around, despite the dark and gloomy weather outside. He started leaning in and you met him halfway. 

His hand moved up to gently cup your face. His lips brushed against yours briefly as he paused and waited to see if you would pull away. Seeing you didn’t, he pressed his lips to yours. You shivered at how delicately he caressed your cheek with his thumb. Kissing him felt natural. Like a habit. His lips were soft and familiar. He tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you closer. 

Your hands instinctively slid into his hair, he moaned under his breath as you tugged on it gently.  Bucky tilted his head to the side and deepened the kiss, nibbling on your lips and gently stroking your lower lip with his tongue. You felt giddy and warm. And safe. 

He pulled away just a second before Wanda stepped into the room. “Dinner’s ready.” 

Bucky told her you two would be downstairs in a minute and you caught that look on her face. A look of pure joy and satisfaction. You didn’t understand why. 

When Wanda left, you faced Bucky again, now just a little nervous. “I.. I didn’t-,” 

He silenced you by gently holding your chin in between his fingers. “Shh sweetheart.” His gaze spoke volumes; he was perfectly alright with this kiss. “We should go downstairs.” 

Dinner was perfect. Lovely conversation, lovely wine, the same stormy weather outside but inside Bucky’s home; all was well. He told you that you were more than welcome to use his library if you wished to do some light reading before bed. You agreed. 

You grabbed a book and curled up on one of the couches and he did the same, sitting right across you. You found yourself re-reading the same sentence over and over again because you couldn’t focus. Not when you could physically feel his eyes on you. You even caught him staring a few times and giggled whenever he seemed flustered after being caught. 

There was ease between you two. And the next two hours went by comfortably. 

“It’s late, I should go to bed.” You spoke as you stood up. He did as well, and when you looked into his eyes you began wishing that this storm outside lasts forever. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He whispered, leaning in and kissing you at the side of your mouth. 

“Goodnight.” 

-

You tossed and turned in bed. Somehow, falling asleep was a little harder today because you couldn’t help but think about how it felt when Bucky kissed you earlier. The sound of the harsh storm echoed inside the house, but it was still comforting. 

The loud roar of the thunder was the last thing you heard before drifting off to sleep; dreaming again, this time of red roses, blue eyes, balconies and paintings… 

Arms wrapped around you from behind, embracing you in a tight hug. “Do you like it, my love?” the silky smooth voice asked. You looked down and you smiled at the sight of the wedding band on his finger. 

“I love it.” You looked up at the frame hung on the wall. It was a painting of you and your husband, delivered to you that morning itself. “We’ll keep it here forever.” 

You heard a soft chuckle, then felt a pair of lips kissing your neck softly. “Even longer.” 

You turned around and came face to face with Bucky, with slightly longer hair, tied in a low, neat ponytail. Behind him was a very familiar door. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. “We should get going, else we’ll be late.” 

The surroundings faded, and you were now inside a dimly lit ballroom. The grand chandelier was mesmerizing, but not more than your husband’s eyes. He was gorgeous, your man; even with half his face covered by the masquerade mask he was still perfectly able to take your breath away. 

He smirked, as though able to read your thoughts. He leaned in, and the rest of your surroundings was suddenly a blur. “Do you wish for us to go somewhere more private, sweetheart?” He whispered in your ear. 

You bit your lip and nodded, only then realizing that you were wearing a mask as well. Bucky smiled, tugging on your hand and dragging you along to wherever it is he was taking you. 

The room around you morphed again and you found yourself running up a staircase with Bucky, giggling and holding onto each other for dear life until you finally made it to the top. You found yourself on a balcony. 

“Where are we?” you asked. 

Bucky stepped closer, pushing you gently against the balustrade. “Home.” He leaned in and kissed you. His mouth moved against yours gently, passionately. His hands were on either side of your waist as he pressed you further into him. Your hands instinctively went to his neck as you gently pulled him closer.

As you closed your eyes and cherished his touch, an image of the painting from earlier flashed in front of your eyes. But you forgot it just as quickly as it came because Bucky’s touch took over all your senses. His hand slipped under your dress, and went right to your wet core. 

You giggled into the kiss as his knuckles brushed faintly against your core and you moaned at his touch. He cupped you in between the legs and the palm of his hand pressed against your throbbing clit. His mere touch was driving you insane. His lips left yours and he kissed his way to your neck; sharp teeth nipping at your skin. At the feel of it, your own canines sharpened out of nowhere. 

Surprisingly, it didn’t feel like it was the first time that it happened. You seemed comfortable with the sudden change. 

Bucky kissed all the spots which made you weak in the knees; he knew your body by heart it seemed. While he kissed your skin, his fingers moved slightly against your dripping core. You moaned, tugging on his hair just a little. 

“Be quiet for me, sweetheart.” he mumbled against your skin as he slipped two fingers past your folds. He curled his fingers inside you immediately, and stroked your walls gently. You moved your hips against his hand as you chased your orgasm. His thumb rubbed your swollen clit furiously as you bit your lip to keep you from moaning. 

“Buck…” you were breathless, each nerve ending on fire as pleasure washed over you. 

“Shh sweetheart,” he quickened his actions and slipped his fingers in and out of you incessantly until he felt your walls clench around him. “Cum for me,” he whispered. You moaned, biting your lower lip as you came all over his hand. 

Once you recovered, he pulled your dress up, making it bunch around your waist as he stepped in between your legs again; kissing you like his life depended on it. He undid his pants and hoisted you up his own body. You wrapped your legs around his waist quickly for better balance and he leaned the two of you against the balustrade once again. 

You felt his hard cock pressing against your skin as he kissed you hungrily. His hand dipped in between the two of you and he guided the tip of his erected cock over to your dripping entrance. The brief friction caused you to moan into his mouth. 

“Be quiet for me, yes?” he spoke against your lips, almost as breathless as you were. You nodded frantically. And with that, he pushed himself inside you quickly. You felt all of him once he was completely buried in you. His cock twitched inside you and you bit your lip to prevent a moan from escaping your lips.

He held your hips, and your hands gripped his shoulders desperately as you tried to keep your voice down. You pushed your face into the crook of his neck, nibbling on his skin with your sharp fangs as he rocked in and out of you. You moaned quietly against his skin as his throbbing cock sped up into you. He pounded into you relentlessly, earning more and more moans and gasps out of you. 

He growled when he felt you clench around him. “Bucky…” you moaned and he immediately placed his lips on yours to stop you from making more noise. He loved how you lost control under his touch. He loved the sound of his name leaving your lips. 

“Shh, sweetheart. Quiet,” he mumbled against your lips as he felt your walls milking him perfectly. “We can’t get caught fucking in our own balcony while we were supposed to be hosting a party downstairs.” He ended with a chuckle. 

You whined. “Well if you weren’t so insatiable,” you teased. He scoffed, holding you at the curve of your ass, hands under your dress as he occasionally squeezed your butt cheeks, making you giggle and moan at the same time. 

“Says the one who lures me in like a seductress every moment of every day,” he sassed back. He slammed into you relentlessly while you tried your hardest to not to scream out loud. You felt a pressure building between your hips, and it seemed like he felt it as well because he dipped his head into the crook of your neck and swore under his breath as he sped up again. 

Your thoughts became cloudy, and all that you could focus on in that moment was the force of his thrust. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you found yourself unable to form proper thoughts. Your clit rubbed against his pelvic bone each time he filled you up.

Your body moved along with his like a rag doll as you could no longer keep up with his thrust. Soon, you felt the warmth taking over. And a familiar tingle went down your spine as your walls clenched around him. You gushed out all over his cock with a loud moan… 

 You woke up gasping, shocked that you had dreamt such explicit dreams two nights in a row now. You looked around and realized that it was still night time. You could still replay the dream in your head like a vivid memory. You closed your eyes and took deep breaths. 

The painting. 

The painting seemed so real, so detailed. You wondered if- 

Wait, that door you dreamt of. You’ve seen it before, haven’t you? Large, dark wood with beautifully detailed carvings on it, golden doorknob… 

You gasped again. It was the door in the library. Your heart raced. Could it be… ? 

You didn’t think twice before getting out of bed, grabbing the robe Wanda had left you earlier you stepped out of the room. Your breaths got shallower and shallower as you reached the library. 

It could very well be just a weird dream, right? You jumped at the sound of the thunder, and realized that you were already inside the library. You stared at the door. This was the exact one you dreamt of. 

Fuck it. You walked towards it, blocking out any thoughts which told you to turn back around and get back in bed. You twisted the doorknob and it was unlocked. You pushed the door open, stepping inside you found a secret room. About the same size of the library, or maybe slightly more spacious. 

It looked like a more modern and luxurious version of a drawing room. With the usual, couches, carpets and… and paintings. For a moment you almost didn’t want to find it. You didn’t want to find that painting of you and Bucky; which you had just dreamt of because if or when you do, what then? 

You looked around, the light from the two chandeliers illuminating the room just right. There were regular paintings one would find in an expensive mansion like this one; views of countryside, mountains, rivers. There were some paintings of people you couldn’t recognize but you knew, deep inside, that they seemed familiar. 

You almost let out a sigh of relief when you didn’t find the painting from your dream. 

Almost. 

But then you saw it. The largest frame in the room. Right above the golden fireplace, mounted on the wall perfectly straight and right in the center of the room. 

It was the painting you dreamt of. The one of you and Bucky. 

“What the hell?” you whispered as you approached the fireplace, craning your head up to look at the oddly familiar painting. 

You two seemed so happy. You were in a rose gold gown, and Bucky was well-dressed in navy blue. A lovely moment in time, captured in a beautiful painting. You weren’t quite sure what to think as you looked at yourself in the painting. 

Your eyes instinctively trailed down to the bottom on the frame. And in cursive black painted were written the words which gave you goosebumps: ‘Mr. & Mrs. Barnes. 1872.’ 

“What the hell?” you repeated. 

This time you heard a voice speak up, from behind you. “You should be in bed, sweetheart.” He said softly. 

You turned around and found Bucky leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed and a look on his face which you couldn’t quite decipher. You turned to look back at the painting, and then back at him again. He hadn’t aged since 1872 it seemed. 

Your heart raced again. 

It couldn’t be… could it? 

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Bridgerton:

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Simon Basset

Daphne Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Penelope Featherington

Marina Thompson

Downton Abbey:

Matthew Crawley

Tom Branson

William Mason

Bertie Pelham

Henry Talbot

Thomas Barrow

John Bates

Atticus Aldridge

Mary Crawley

Edith Crawley

Sybil Crawley

Rose MacClare

Anna Bates

Lucy Smith

Grishaverse:

(I have not read the books yet, so works will be mainly based off the show)

Kaz Brekker

Jesper Fahey

The Darkling/General Aleksander Kirigan

Matthias Helvar

Malyen 'Mal' Oretsev

Inej Ghaffa

Alina Starkov

Nina Zenik

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Percy Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Oliver Wood

Seamus Finnigan

Dean Thomas

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Young Sirius Black

Young Remus Lupin

Young James Potter

Young Lily Evans/Potter

Young Tom Riddle

The Hunger Games:

Peeta Mellark

Gale Hawthorne

Finnick Odair

Katniss Everdeen

Johanna Mason

Annie Cresta

Marvel:

(I am not up-to-date on all Marvel films/series, so please bare with me)

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Sam Wilson/Falcon

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Peter Parker/Spider-man

Bruce Banner/Hulk

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

T'Challa/Black Panther

Scott Lang/Ant-man

Peter Quill/Star-Lord

Drax

Dr Stephen Strange

Vision

Nick Fury

MJ

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Gamora

Maze Runner:

Thomas

Newt

Alby

Minho

Gally

Chuck

Frypan

Winston

Teresa

Narnia:

Peter Pevensie

Edmund Pevensie

Prince Caspian X

Mr Tumnus

Susan Pevensie

Lucy Pevensie

Poison Study/Glass series:

Valek

Ari

Janco

Leif

Yelena

Opal

Iris

Pride and Prejudice:

Mr Darcy

Mr Bingley

Elizabeth Bennet

Jane Bennet

Sense and Sensibility:

Colonel Brandon

Edward Ferrars

Elinor Dashwood

Marianne Dashwood

The Last Kingdom:

Uhtred

Finan

Sihrtic

Osferth

Aethelstan

Alfred

Aldhelm

Gisela

Stiorra

Thyra

Eadith

Aethelflead

Ealhswith

Throne of Glass:

(I have not read the last book yet so please bare with me)

Dorian Havilliard

Chaol Westfall

Rowan

Lorcan

Celaena Sardothien-

-Aelin Galathynius

Manon Blackbeak

Asteria Blackbeak

Elide Lochan

Lord of the Rings:

Aragorn

Legolas

Gimli

Frodo

Sam

Merry

Pippin

Boromir

Éomer

Elrond

Arwen

Galadriel

Éowyn

The Hobbit:

Thorin

Balin

Dwalin

Fili

Kili

Bofur

Thranduil

Bard

Tauriel

Poldark:

Ross Poldark

Francis Poldark

Drake Carne

Sam Carne

Jeffry Charles Poldark

Dwight Enys

George Warleggan

Demelsa

Caroline

Rosina

Elizabeth

Morwenna

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby

John Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Michael Gray

Ada Shelby

Polly Gray

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First Impressions - Helmut Zemo x F!Reader (Pride and Prejudice AU) part 2

The Baron has been acting odd around you. Your sister receives a letter from Netherfield asking her to dine with Mr. Barnes’ sister Rebecca while Mr. Barnes dines out and your mother plans a way to get her to see the man during her visit, even at the cost of her health.

A/n: Apologies for how short this part is, I’ve been busy but the next parts will be longer and have more plot + Zemo. Also if you read the first part when I just posted it you may want to read it again as I’ve changed around some names (No longer using the og sisters names, natasha is jane, other marvel ladies are the other sisters, rebecca is bucky’s sister because I just found out about her)

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You had been doing a good job at expelling Baron Zemo from your mind although keeping the man away from your conscious thoughts took quite a bit of effort. The universe seemed to try to force you to think of the man, the best example of that being his actions during the Maximoff’s party. The Baron had subtly but still noticeably tailed you the whole time, teetering on the edge of being suspiciously close and maintaining a normal distance. At some points you thought you had been imagining it until Wanda had approached you asking what was up with his odd behavior. 

The Baron’s behavior had also caught the attention of Wanda’s father Sir. Maximoff as well, who had suggested the two of you dance. Surprisingly Baron Zemo hadn’t been opposed to the idea, however you were and quickly turned him down. You could have sworn you saw a hint of a frown on his lips when you did so, but you assumed you were imagining it as you recalled the harsh words he spoke about you.

“Mother! I have a letter from Netherfield!” Your sister Natasha snapped you back to reality. You internally cursed as you realized you had let Baron Zemo slip into your thoughts.

“Let me see that!” Mrs. L/N pulled the paper out of your sisters hands, reading it over swiftly. “Miss Rebecca Barnes invites you to dinner! … But her brother will be dining out with the officers...” She placed the letter back in Natasha’s hands, thinking. “Dining out. That is very unlucky.”

“Can I have the carriage?” Asked Natasha, eyeing the dark grey cloudy sky out the window with a concerned frown.

“No, my dear you had better go on horseback. It seems likely to rain, and then you will stay all night.” Your mother said, looking out the window as well but with a hint of a smile on her lips.

“That would be a very clever scheme if you were sure they wouldn’t offer to send her home.” You replied.

“Oh, but I am! Mr. Barnes will have used the horses for his carriage and to my knowledge they don’t have any more!” Mrs. L/n replied gleefully, making you clench your fist to prevent yourself from voicing your displeasure with your mother’s plan. Rain was very likely and you didn’t want Natasha to get sick just for the sake of getting to see a man.

“I really should just go in a carriage.” Natasha spoke up.

“Nonsense! Your father cannot spare the horses, isn’t that right Mr. L/n?” She looked over to the unsuspecting man.

He sighed, clearly not wanting to be brought into the discussion. “They are needed in the farm far more than I can get them.”

You watched in frustration as your sister was rushed upstairs, following the two as your mother began to fuss over Natasha’s appearance, dressing her in the most stylish clothes that were available. Natasha’s worried eyes met your own and you could tell that despite liking Mr. Barnes, she disliked the whole plan and would rather not go. Neither of you spoke up though, knowing your mother wouldn’t listen to your concerns and pleas. Luckily for the both of you Natasha ended up leaving the house before the rain began, and you hoped it would hold off even longer until she arrived at Netherfield.

“This was a very lucky idea of mine!” Your mother said as the two of you saw Natasha riding off into the cloudy horizon. You only replied with a worried sigh.

-

“Natasha is unwell and Mr. Barnes will not let her leave until she’s better.” You said to your mother, holding a letter from Natasha in your hands the day after she had left to visit Netherfield. 

“Well my dear. If your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness, if she should die, it will be a comfort to know it was all in pursuit of Mr. Barnes under your orders.” Your father spoke up from his spot across the room, not looking up from his newspaper.

“Oh, I am not afraid of her dying. People do not die of small colds!” Your mother scoffed. 

Despite your mothers words you felt anxious, wanting nothing more than to see your sister. “May I go visit her? I’ll walk.”

“Don’t be so silly, You’ll be unfit to be seen when you arrive after walking in all this mud!” Your mother replied.

“I will be fit to see Natasha, that’s all I want.” You retorted stubbornly, not intending to compromise on the situation. Your mother sighed, knowing you weren’t going to take no for an answer and fussed over your appearance before seeing you off, watching from the house as you walked down the mud covered road to see your sister.

-

Netherfield was just as beautiful as people had said, and it took a great deal of effort on your part to not admire it when you arrived. With no regard for your appearance you walked into the breakfast parlor where everyone but Natasha was gathered. The breakfast parlor was spacious and white, many windows allowing sunlight to flood the pale room, making everything even brighter. You would have admired the artwork on the walls or the assortment of flowers in the vase if your visit were under any other circumstance, but right now you had a one track mind.

Baron Zemo stood up immediately when you entered the room, but you didn’t spare him a second glance. “I’m sorry for intruding, but how is my sister?” You asked the group. You could feel Miss. Barnes’ stare on your muddy dress hem but didn’t care.

“She didn’t sleep well and is feverish, I can show you to her room if you would like.” Miss. Barnes said after a few moments.

“I would appreciate that.” You replied, and the woman led you out of the breakfast parlor and to the room Natasha was staying in.

You knocked on the white door, opening it when you heard a faint voice telling you to come in. Immediately you rushed over to your sister's side, quickly checking over her appearance. Her face was pale and she was beginning to get dark bags beneath her eyes. Her red hair was spread out on the pillow around her like a fiery halo, although in her state it looked duller than before. Still she was the most beautiful out of your sisters.

“Oh Y/n!” Natasha greeted as happily as she could in her sickly state. “I feel so terrible intruding on them like this but they’re being so kind to me.”

“I don’t know who’s more pleased with you being here, mother or Mr. Barnes.” You laughed softly, running a hand through your sister's hair caringly. As if on cue a knock sounded and Mr. Barnes entered the room.

“Thank you for tending to my sister so diligently, she is in far better comfort here than she would have been at home.” You thanked the dark brown haired man standing in the doorway. 

“It’s a pleasure. Well not a pleasure that she’s ill, of course not, but a pleasure that she’s here…. being ill…” He trailed off awkwardly. It was odd how such an intimidating man was so bad when it came to conversation. “Anyways I came to say that we’re all in the drawing room, Rebecca and Helmut and I. If you would like to join us and let your sister rest you can. Not that you’re keeping her from resting, I’m not implying that, It’s just an offer.” 

You looked at Natasha for permission, not wanting to keep her from resting, and she replied by shooing you off with a hand gesture. With one last glance at Natasha to ensure she was okay, you stood up and followed Mr. Barnes to the drawing room. You weren’t looking forward to spending time with the Baron, surely it would be nothing but awkward. You inhaled deeply through your nose as you approached the doorway before carefully stepping into the room, your eyes instantly meeting the Baron’s.

-

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PROLOUGE (DAWN)

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Stark!Reader - PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AU

Summary: The Stark family, consisting of Mrs. Pepper Stark, Mr. Anthony Stark, and their five daughters, Natalie, Y/N, Jane, Carol, and Wanda. On one sunny summer day, the news reached the Stark family home; Longbourn, that Netherfield Park, the most spacious and grand estate in all of England, was let at last!

Only, it was by a certain Mr. Steve Rogers, and his rather...grim and stern-looking (for lack of better words) companion and best friend, a James Buchanan  Barnes,  and Mr. Rogers’ rather notorious sister, Sarah.

As tensions rise between between Mr. Barnes and Y/N Stark, will they be able to overcome their own pride and get along?

Although it is the early days of winter, and there is a certain chill that creeps into one’s bones from time to time, the sun does not shy away, and proceeds to shine it’s bright light over the land. And although its the early morning in the early days of winter, the sky does not remain glum; rather, it seems to welcome the sun, as it is bright and blue, over the English countryside. 

And most important of all, although it is the early days of winter in the English countryside, with that certain chill that may or may not creep into one’s bones form time to time, where somehow, the sun shines bright, and the sky is as blue as- well, the sky; the earth itself starts to wake up. Birds tweet, and you may even be able to see frogs in the creek, if children have not run after them already.

Despite the conditions of the early winter in the English countryside, Y/N Stark walks every morning. Whether it be to get away from her own family, to ease her own mind, we may never know. She never does walk far; as bothersome as her family may be, especially her mama, she loves them nonetheless.

That is why, as she, finishing her books, makes the finally steps closer and closer to her home, the galloping of horses disturbs her daily and near to sacred ritual. Sticking her nose back in the book, in some fictional word, she tries promptly to dismiss the noise. 

But alas; to no avail. You see, reader; our heroine’s journey is about to begin.

And even as she does look up one last time, the men ride off. 

Now having approached her home, Longbourn estate, where her and her family reside, there is nothing more out of the usual, such as mysterious visitors on horseback. Thank the lord. 

The clucking of chickens and the smell of sausages cooking and the sound of her sisters arguing and playing the pianoforte rather badly is nothing new to our heroine. But what is new to her, dear reader, is the sound of her distressed mother somewhat pleading with her dear old father. 

“Haven’t you heard, Mr. Stark! Netherfield Park is let at last!”

[captnbarnesrogers]

Slip Of The Tongue

Pairing/Characters: College Bad Boy AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: angsty as fuckkkkk Summary: Being best friends with Bucky Barnes was difficult but it gets even more difficult when he admits his feelings towards you after an eventful night. Word Count: 1.8k+ A/N: This ain’t that good

He really had no idea what you saw in him. You were sweet, beautiful, and kind while he was the polar opposite, he was tough, cold, and heartless – well, he thought to himself; you thought he had his moments but for the most part he was as lovely as someone like him could be, you were good friends. Although you didn’t want to be. His reputation preceded him. From what you knew, his ‘scores’ are what made him infamous around campus. It’s what made him Bucky Barnes. But that didn’t necessarily keep you away. You were different to him. You weren’t just some girl, you were his only constant. You were his.

He’d known of you when you moved to his high school during freshman year, he never really paid attention to you but he saw you everywhere. It wasn’t until mid-semester when his best friend, Steve, became extremely sick, did he actually talk to you. You were his replacement partner for the Chemistry experiment that went on for two weeks. He got to know you and since then he’d always have you by his side with Steve. Now, you were in college studying Literature, Steve had gotten accepted somewhere else, leaving you and Bucky together.

Things started changing, you’d noticed because he wasn’t away a lot and he’d started spending most of his time in your dorm room without other girls or his clique. You turned your key in the key hole and put your bag on the hook behind the door. Turning around to walk towards your bed, you step back in surprise.

“Jesus Christ, Bucky!” You yell,

“Sorry! Tash’s out with Barton, she let me in.”

“That’s fine, you just scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry, doll, I didn’t mean to.” You laughed at his statement,

“You’re not going soft on me are you, Barnes?” He cleared his throat and stood up tall, puffing his chest,

“No, uh, never.”

“So, what are you uh, doing here?” You ask, walking towards him with your hands in your back pockets, stopping right in front of him,

“Thought we could watch Back to the Future or something, kinda obsessing over Dr. Emmett Brown.”

“Well, I can’t tonight.”

“Why?” He asks with furrowed brows,

“I’m going out…”

“Tash said she’s-”

“With Sam Wilson.” He was taken aback by your confession,

“What?”

“Look, I know you two don’t exactly get along-”

“That’s a fucking understatement.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes,

“He really likes me, Bucky.” You gave him a soft smile,

“He’s gonna play you, Y/N, you can’t go out with him!”

“Bucky.”

“You don’t know him, you can’t, Y/N.”

“That’s so big coming from you.” You say, trying to calm your emotions. The way you delivered it hit him like a rock.

“Y/N, he’s only going out with you to get to me.”

“And why would that get to you?” He began to panic, his body slouched and he sneaked his hands into the pockets of his jacket,

“Because w-we’re, we’re, um, friends, yeah! We’re friends.” You scoffed and walked to the door, opening it,

“If you’d excuse me, I’ve got a date I need to get ready for and I’m sure you’ve got some girl waiting for you to fuck her.” He walked out of the room, his heart sinking down to the floor. He really wanted to punch himself in the face, how goddamn stupid was he to just tell you that when he felt something completely different.

You puckered your lips and smashed them together, spreading the pigment of your lipstick against your lips. You made sure you teased your curls, making them look puffier. You slipped on the red sweetheart skater dress and small heels. You grabbed your clutch and just in time there was a knock at the door. You smiled and chased the noise. You opened the door and your smile dropped.

“What do you want?” You asked, folding your arms, as Bucky faced the floor,

“N-nothing, I just- I-”

“Y/N?” You heard a voice behind your best friend and then he walked in front of Bucky to show himself,

“Sam! Hey!” You walked to him and embraced him,

“Is everything okay?” Bucky scoffed,

“Yeah, Sam, Bucky was just leaving.” He looked at you with a ‘are you serious’ look and you lifted your brow. He laughed with a fiery tone,

“Fine.” He walked away, his hands running through his long brown hair. You turned to Sam and gave him a smile.

You’d tried to enjoy your first night out without thinking about Bucky but as you expected, it had failed. Sam talked about his games and his life about being a Quarterback, while you fiddled with your fingers, hoping you hadn’t ruined something good. You smiled and nodded at everything Sam was saying, taking no interest whatsoever in his football games. You took a deep breath and excused yourself from the table to go to the bathroom. You took out your phone of your clutch and dialled Bucky’s number. It ran out until you were sent to his voicemail. You tried again and with a few rings, you were successful.

“Hello?” His voice was groggy, obviously asleep,

“Bucky? Bucky, I am so-” Before you could finish what you were about to say, you were cut out by a female voice saying, ‘Tell them to call back later, c’mon, Bucky’,

“Can you call back later? I’m kinda in the middle of something.”

“Oh. Oh, yes, of course, sorry.” And with that he hung up the phone, leaving you to lean against the door of the bathroom. You walked out of the bathroom and back to your table, Sam smiling at you, “Sam?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I’m feeling really sick, I was wondering if it’d be okay to go back to the dorms.” You lied,

“Yes, um, let’s go?” You nodded and took his hand into yours. You drove back to the dorms and gave Sam a kiss goodbye on the cheek. Closing the door, you let out a deep breath as you leaned on the back of the green door. You unzipped the dress and pulled your hair up into a pony tail. You took out some night shorts and a t-shirt that covered most of your thigh. You washed the make-up off of your face and readied yourself to end the day by getting in your bed. You took your copy of ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen from your desk and tucked one leg under yourself, sitting yourself down on the bed. You opened your book and took out the book mark, taking a small part of your thumb in between your lips, reading the situation between Mr Darcy and Elizabeth. Your mind zoned out to you and Bucky. Your thoughts were quickly cut out by the sound of Natasha bursting open your dorm room door.

“You need to get out here, now!” You pushed yourself out of bed and ran out of the room, following Natasha out into the hallway where a crowd of people were gathered at the end of it. You pushed through the chanting people of the crowd to see Bucky and Sam in a brawl,

“What the fuck!?” You screamed, surprising everybody except for the two brawling men on the floor. You pried Bucky away from Sam and he spat out profanities towards the Quarterback,

“He started it!” Sam exclaimed,

“I don’t give a fuck who started it, you” you clicked your fingers at Bucky, “go with Natasha, and you” she took him to your dorm room as you pointed at Sam, “go home.” Sam fixed his jacket and walked down the stairs, “And everyone else, fuck off to your rooms!” They all began scattering back to their rooms as your voice thundered through the halls. As everyone disappeared, you sighed deeply and took the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger before walking towards your room. When you arrived in your room, you kicked the door behind you and took a look at Bucky. You shook your head and went to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit and setting it down beside him, something you were already used to as this seemed to be a reoccurring theme between the both of you; you, helping him clean up after a fight.

You ran a washcloth under cold water and walked toward him with a calm face. Pressing the cold cloth against the cut of his lip, cleaning up the blood and making him flinch.

“That hurts!” He cried, babyishly, you scoffed and pressed harder,

“Well you wouldn’t be in this position if you weren’t so goddamn stupid!”

“You weren’t even there to see what happened!” You walked over to the mini fridge and took out a cold bottle of water, placing it under his eye,

“Keep that there,” You whispered, “could you maybe stop getting into more fights?”

“You gettin’ tired of lookin’ after me, doll?”

“No, I just don’t like seeing you get hurt.” You walked away from him but he pulls your hand, spinning you back to him, he places the cold bottle on your bed and stares at you longingly, “Why are you looking at me like that?” He pulls you closer,

“I started it.”

“I’m not exactly surprised.” You giggled,  

“It was just the way he talked about you, he was asking for it.”

“You don’t need to defend me to every person that talks about me.” You pulled away from him and grabbed a gauze pad from first aid box, dabbing it with alcohol. You gently pressed it against the cut above his eyebrow, “They can talk how they want.”

“It wasn’t any kind of talk, Y/N, the things he was saying, the way he was saying them… He made you out to be someone you’re not.” There was a moment of silence, you knew he was right, but you didn’t want to admit defeat, “Y/N, I love you.” You stood up straight, surprised at what he had just said,

“What did you just say?”

“What?” He stood up and straightened out his jacket, “I- I didn’t say anything.”

“You can’t just say shit like that when you were in bed with someone else tonight!”

“Y/N…” He tried to grab your hand, “We kissed but I- I couldn’t keep going, I came here to tell you but then I saw Sam, he started telling me about the way he kissed you and the way he touched you-”

“We didn’t do anything!” You groaned,

“Y/N, I know that-”

“Bucky, I- I need you to fix yourself before you tell me you love me, I want you to be sure because I’m completely sure that I love you,” You started to cry, he wipes away the tear with his thumb, “I’ve been with you since freshman year, Buck, you have girls all of you and one slip up will tear everything apart.”

“Y/N, I would never-”

“Bucky, please, just think about this carefully first, I’m not some thing to claim, I’m your best friend.” He nodded and exited the room, leaving you to slide down from the door to the floor.

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I Like You

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader (college!au)

Summary: they say that there are five stages of having a crush. This is the story of how Y/N goes through each of them while harboring a crush on the popular nerd-slash-jock at her college, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of angst, pining, pride and prejudice mentions

A/N: this is me projecting my crush into a fic lol XD I’ve tried to write it kinda like a romcom/chick-flick movie so I hope you’ll like it // repost of my own Xx

This will only be of 5 parts!

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Part 1 - I like you, and it’s annoying

Part 2 - i like you, but maybe only as a friend

Part 3 - I like you, I’ll admit it, okay?

Part 4 - I like you, but do you feel the same?

Part 5 - I love you, most ardently (fin)

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The Librarian *Bucky Barnes x Reader* NSFW

Summary: A University AU. You have been studying in the library all weekend, although the sexy librarian has been distracting you. Turns out you’ve been a bit of distraction for him also. Warnings: Explicit (+18) smut, public sex, no condom & oral. Also swearing

Quick thank you to my close friend @full-of-sins-not-tragedies for reading this over for me. - Rosalie

University was hard and stressful but you loved every second of it. You had made friends with all the History majors, your dorm roommate was hilarious and the campus coffee pop-up stand was a lifesaver, literally. University was everything you expected to be and more, you did think it would be more partying at 4 am but you did go to the occasional one or two at the weekend.

Except for this weekend. This weekend is spent in the library on campus, researching medicine in the 18th century. You had been arriving as soon as the doors opened and staying to just before closing time.

Also, you couldn't lie the man running the library this weekend was hot. When you walked in on Saturday morning, he was perched behind the oak desk with a book, glasses perched on his nose and long hair tied back into a bun. White button up shirt tucked into blue denim jeans. He was intimidatingly handsome, rugged with the unshaven face but adorable in the sense his mouth moved as he read; muttering the words to himself.

You had, admittedly, been slightly creepy with the staring when reading about history became boring. He was just so intriguing to you. You hadn't seen him work here through the week, you hadn't seen him around campus either, he was an enigma to you. You wanted to know more but yet, you didn't want to go up and just talk to him. So, you kept to sneakily peeking over the mountain of books at him.

When you walked in on Sunday morning it was dead. Everyone had gone out partying Saturday night, leaving the library to be empty on Sunday as they all nursed their hangovers. He was there, sat silently behind the desk, till he glanced up at the door opening and smiled at you. Pride and Prejudice perched in his right hand.

“Morning,” you didn't expect his voice to sound like that. It was smooth but rough, and mesmerising. “I left all your books stacked from yesterday,” he nods to the table you have been sitting at, you shyly smiled. His smile and eyes, close up, had you weak at the knees.

“Thank you.” You walk over and place your bag down, taking off your jacket and sitting down. You glanced at the librarian, his gaze fixed on the book in his hand, his grey eyes zoning in on the words before him. God, he is handsome! The blue button up shirt clings to him desperately, whenever he moves his hand to flip a page the shirt seams strain, he really needs a bigger size; although, you appreciate the smaller size.

You quickly open one of the books just so you look as though you're doing something. Instead of studying the book you begin to think what his name could be, what name suits him to you. He suited the name Joe, it's not like you were ever gonna find out his name; you'd never talk to him unless necessary to find a book.

Two hours passed and no one else had even walked past the library, let alone enter it. You sighed bored, glancing to where the librarian worked on putting books on shelves. He had a trolley beside him, stacked full of books that he was organising, putting in the correct places. His muscular back directed at you, his long hair pulled into a low bun at the nape of his neck. Your eyes trailed down to his ass, it was a fantastic one, shapely and perky; he was just overall perfect. An Adonis, sculpted by the gods, made to torture introverted history majors.

Before you knew it, you were staring at the silver zipper of his black skinny jeans. He had turned around. You were staring at his crotch. You hurriedly looked away, way to be subtle! You glanced to see him chuckling to himself, he had caught you creepily checking him out, how humiliating. You'd have to move to another library after this, the one off campus, it was an hour or two away but, at least, they didn't have an Abercrombie model walking around. You watched him from your peripheral vision, stacking and arranging the shelves, occasionally glancing at you; probably, to make sure you weren't sexually assaulting him with your eyes.

After an another agonising hour, you decided to call it quits. You weren't taking in any new information nor could you focus with the librarian walking around in those tight jeans. You stacked the five, heavy, history books and walked down the many aisles and shelves till you reached your section. You put the books back, hopefully, in the correct spaces.

“Those books don't go there,” a soft voice chides through the silent library. You gulp and look over your shoulder, he's leaning against the shelves opposite you, arms crossed and looking you over. “Those three go up there.” He points to the shelves above, two up. “I’d get you a ladder but it's broken.” He shrugs, a smirk fighting to come on his face.

You looked at the shelves again, seeing the empty spaces. You didn't remember getting these books from here but paying no mind to that, you got on your tippy toes, and reached to put each book in the empty places. You could feel the skirt you decided to wear rise up the back of your thighs. Before you could let that thought set, a warm body pressed against the back of you, it was hard and firm. A hand slipped up your arm and grabbed the last book from yours and place it back for you.

“I know you've been watching me.” His warm breath fanning against the back of your neck, blowing your hair forward. “I wasn't sure at first but today? Today it was perfectly clear you've been thinking what I have been too.” That confession had you keening, your eyes fluttered closed as his hands gripped your hips pulling you flush against his hard chest. His nose nuzzled the hair from your neck, his lips ghosting over the flesh as he spoke, “you've been driving me crazy since you walked in here. Short skirt, denim jacket and biting that pen of yours.”

Your breath hitched at his words, the fact he's been watching you too. The fact he was trying to restrain himself like you have been doing. Thank god it was a Sunday and you were the only two people not hungover.

One of his hands slipped down your stomach, trailing along the black skater skirt material till his fingertips made contact with the soft flesh of your upper thigh. You licked your lips to stop them from drying out- due to the fact you were harshly breathing, you really need to control yourself- as his fingers toyed with the lace panties you wear underneath. One, long, slim finger ran along your lace covered cunt, feeling your wetness through the material, you flushed with embarrassment; two days of sexual frustration, of just watching him and you were this wet for him.

He didn't comment, only groaned as he rubbed you through the panties. Lips trailing along your neck, his other hand holding your stomach and keeping you up and pressed to him. Your knees shook at his ministrations. His fingers moved your panties to the side and instantly he pressed two into you.

You groaned loudly, the sound echoing off of the shelves and around the usually silent library. “Shhhh! You gotta be silent in the library.” You whimpered softly; your own hands gripping the shelves in front of you tightly. His fingers pumped into you hard and fast, he sucked marks harshly onto your neck, occasionally nibbling the skin.

You bite your bottom lip to stop from crying out. He was good, too good, with just his fingers. You couldn't begin to imagine what damage he could possibly do with his mouth and cock. It's like he could read your mind because he pulled his fingers out of you, lifting his hand up towards you but instead of having you taste yourself (like some guys love watching you do.), he slipped the fingers into his own mouth. You watched from over your shoulder, the sight alone making you grow wetter. He groaned at the taste of you.

He pulled away a bit, spinning you around to face him. His glasses were slipping down the bridge of his nose, his dark hair was messy but still looking perfect. He gripped each side of your panties and pulled them down your legs, slipping to his knees before you, and helping you step out of a scrap of material. His large warm hands skimmed up the back of your legs, helping pull one leg over his shoulder and have full access to your most intimate parts. Not wasting any time he dove right into you.

You gasped loudly as he sucked on your clit harshly, nibbling on the sensitive bud. His stubble rubbing against your inner thighs creating a heavenly friction that you've never felt before now. From the painful book shelves digging into your back, the lapping and licking of his mouth and tongue, plus the thrill of doing this out in the open had you on the premise of an orgasm. You looked down meeting his stormy grey eyes that are framed by his glasses, his hands holding your hips and keeping your skirt up.

You felt yourself reaching your blissful end but before you could tip over the edge he pulled away. His mouth, chin and stubble glistening with your juices. You whined at the loss of contact, he slipped your leg off his shoulder and stands towering over you. His stare is intense as he looks at you, brushing the hair from your face and moulding his lips over yours in a passionate kiss.

You helped undo his belt and jeans, sliding your hand inside of his boxers and feeling how hard, hot and ready he is for you. You had to remember to take a thank you card to your history lecturer tomorrow, if it wasn't for him assigning hard essays, you wouldn't be in this position right now.

“You ready-”

“God, just fuck me already.” Your voice is breathless and pitchy, he chuckled and hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He lines himself up to your entrance, “it's Bucky, by the way.” You frowned and looked at him, “my name.” He grins before you could tell him your own he's pushing inside of you, stretching you to accommodate himself. He groans resting his head in the crook of your neck, you feel him shake a little at allowing you to get used to his size.

“Bucky,” you breathed, carding your fingers through his hair. “Move, please, move.” You gasped.

Holding your quivering thighs, he lifted his head and began a punishing pace into you. The air was knocked out of your lungs as you clung to his back, letting him pound into you. The ache of the shelves being pushed into your back was becoming numb to the pleasure you were feeling. His grunts and groans being muttered into your ear, you cried a little loudly when he hit the right spot. His lips quickly silencing you.

His hips snap to yours in a fast, brutal pace, the sound echoing off the shelves. One of his hands slink down your bodies and start rubbing quick circles on your clit, forcing you quickly to the edge. You gasp and whimper feeling your walls flutter around him, nails digging into his shirt covered shoulders. You faintly hear the sounds of loud thuds on the floor but ignore it in your orgasm bliss haze. His hips continue to snap and stutter till he reaches his end.

He grunts into your ear, a small sound as he releases into you. You hold onto each other, his head in the crook of your neck and still locked to each other pressed to the shelves.

He lifts his head, pieces of hair has fallen from his bun frame his face, his glasses are steamed up and crooked on his face and he wears a blissful smile. You chuckle and grin back at him, he pulls himself out of you and helps you clean up and pull your panties up as he tucks himself back in. You look at the floor and see various books littering around, you raise your eyebrows and chuckle with him.

“Uh- I'm Y/N, by the way.” You shyly smile, blushing a little at the fact he didn't know your name and you only knew his and the fact he was a librarian here.

He chuckled and looked nervous. “Yeah, I know. You're friends with Natasha,” you nod a little. “I'm friend with Steve, you were at his birthday party.”

“Wow. Small world,” you mutter. “Sorry for creepily staring at you.” He raised his eyebrows.

“We just fucked in the library I volunteer at and you're saying sorry for the very reason we did that.” He laughed and you rolled your eyes. “I get off work in ten minutes… want to get some coffee?”

(Honestly, I am slut for university AU’s which is why I have a three part fic of one, based upon my own time at university because my friend Ben reminded me of all the shit we got into together and honestly if it ain’t Bucky at university, then I don’t know. - Rosalie) 

[itscooltobefanficy]

Feeling Alive- Part 13

Summary: Dance school!AU (or the Step Up/Pride and Prejudice mash up nobody asked for). Bucky Barnes is forced to take twelve hours of commercial dance classes to pass the year- and that just happens to be your regular weekly dance class.

Introduction

Part 1 (Slow Hands)

Part 2 (Stay)

Part 3 (There Will Come a Time)

Part 4 (Weapon of Choice)

Part 5 (Came Here For Love)

Part 6 (Where the Sky Hangs)

Part 7 (When Can I See You Again?)

Part 8 (Manhattan)

Part 9 (Skip To The Good Bit)

Part 10 (Poison & Wine)

Part 11 (Clean)

Part 12 (Where To Start)

Second Chances

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Chapter 14/17: Second Chances

Word count: 2829

Warnings: Maybe a bit of swearing? Idk guys I’m so tired

OK... First things first THANK! YOU! ALL! In my head I refer to you all as The Ace Gang because you are all ace and I enjoy making references to British teen literature but the main thing to take from that is that you are ACE. And WONDERFUL. And AMAZING. And I’m running out of superlatives, so have a heart <333 Second things second... IT’S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN (nuh nuh nuuh nuh). This chapter, one sort of chapter that’s barely long enough to count but doesn’t fit anywhere else, then the final 4k plus monster (I haven’t actually finished writing it yet but nm) and then the epilogue!!! Third things third I have (with little fanfare) opened requests. So if that’s a thing you’re interested in you know where to find me. OK. That’s everything. Let’s go.

“You took him back?!”

You look sternly at Wanda. “No. I just… I couldn’t throw it away completely. But I’m taking things even slower than before. We’re not even texting.”

It’s true. You’d been walked back to your flat last night by Sam (singing loudly) and Nat (singing even louder), leaving Bucky to deal with Steve. Judging by the glower on Bucky’s face, that had not been set to be a fun conversation. Regardless, this morning you still have nothing more to say to him. This second chance is a tentative, cautious thing- walking across thin, fracturing ice, or leaning out over a precipice with nothing but the wind to hold you back- and your instinct is to withdraw.

Wanda appraises you over the rim of her mug. “You really like this guy.”

“I really liked this guy,” You clarify. “But now…”

A phone trills, and Wanda grimaces as you deal with the squirming mass of emotion in your stomach.

“Sorry, Y/N, do you mind if I take this?”

You wave her ahead, and she lifts the phone to her ear.

“Hey, Leo, what’s up?”

You raise an eyebrow. Leo is your current partner in the Advanced class: loud, cheerful and with a good sense of humour, he’s been the perfect antidote to the past few weeks. OK, he’s not as good as Wanda- but to make the troupe even, she needs to take on the follow role for the competition.  The lady herself shoots you a don’t ask me look as she listens to Leo down the phone. Then, in an instant, her expression clouds over.

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that, Leo. Are you sure-? OK. OK, thanks for letting me know. I’m sure they’ll be glad to see you. Alright, bye.” She ends the call, then gives a dramatic groan. You don’t even have to say anything; she sighs and begins to explain.

“Leo’s datemate has just been made redundant. He’s moving down there for a couple of weeks, just while they get back on their feet, but it’s a four-hour drive from here. He called to say he’s dropping out of the competition.” Wanda’s mouth twists, and you frown in sympathy.

“Damn. Can’t you ask Pietro?” Wanda’s brother might not class himself as a dancer, but his natural athleticism and years of exposure to his sister’s training have made him more than capable of picking up routines, and he’s stepped in more than once to fill up the troupe. Wanda, however, shakes her head.

“He’s got a triathlon that day.” She buries her head in her hands. Her voice is muffled and furious. “I’m doomed. We’re going to lose to Vision before we even start.”

You try not to smirk at her mention of Luiz (who happens to be hosting the afterparty, and if you can’t engineer a situation that ends in the two of them dating you will be forced to admit defeat and eat your leggings), and instead try to think of a solution. Wanda’s right- you can’t perform the routine with one lead down. The dynamics, the symmetry, the impact would all be lost. You need… Someone to step in.

Someone who has experience.

Someone who understands how the troupe operates.

Someone who’s even practiced some of the routine before.

It’s your turn to groan.

“Hm?” Wanda lifts her head as you reach for your phone.

“Don’t thank me yet,” You mutter.

Y: Nat, can you send me Bucky’s number?

Wanda’s eyes go very wide (reading your screen, rude). “You’re not.”

“You need another lead,” You say, tightly. “And I happen to know of one.”

Before Wanda can retort, your phone chimes.

N: You deleted his number wow

N: good for you

N: Here it is

The contact is attached to the last message.

Y: Did he kill Steve?

N: nah

N: their friendship is too weird for that

N: now fuck off I’m too hungover for your relationship crisis

You snort.

Y: Yes ma’am

Then, before you can lose your nerve, you tap the contact she sent you and hit call. Your stomach twists and rolls as you lift your phone to your ear.

“Y/N?” Bucky sounds… rough. You hate how the gravel in his voice sends a flush crawling to your cheeks. “You OK?”

Something clenches in your heart. He thinks the only reason you’d call him is if you were in trouble, if you absolutely had to; how far away you are from the easy, wonderful familiarity you used to share.

Mind you, he’s not wrong.

“Hey,” You say, then have no idea how to continue. “Um. Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” The rhythms of teasing one another come back to you slowly. “You know. You sound like you’ve been gargling granite or something.”

Bucky’s laughter sounds surprised, as though he hadn’t expected you to joke. To be fair, neither had you. “Ah, the party may have got a little out of hand.”

“Nat did mention something to that effect.”

“Nat?”

Internally, you curse. You’ve fallen into that one. Swallowing, you press on. “Yeah. I had to ask her for your number.”

There’s a momentary silence. The reminder of all the broken, hateful things you said last night is thrown into sharp relief in your mind, and you hover, uncertain how to find your way back to safe ground.

“Right.” Bucky’s voice sounds forced, but at least he’s brave enough to say something. “I don’t think she’s feeling too good this morning.”

You snort, relieved. “No. Anyway,” You muster your courage, “I actually called you to ask for a favour.”

There’s another pause. You cringe, waiting for Bucky to tell you that it’s a bit early for that, or even that it’s verging on hypocritical to ask for his help now-

“Anything. Anything within reason.” His addition is no hasty backtrack; it’s slow, reasoned. Automatic. Your heart swoops, even as your eyes widen in shock.

“Um. Thank you,” You manage. “There’s no fire involved, or parachuting, I promise.”

“Knives?” Bucky’s tone is now wry, and you laugh.

“No knives.”

“That’s within reason,” He replies, and you can feel your shoulders slump in relief. “Now, what actually is this favour?”

You take a deep breath. “The thing is… Wanda needs another dancer. Another lead. For our competition next weekend. Somebody’s had to drop out, and I wouldn’t have asked you if there was any other way- I know you’re busy, and-”

“Hey. Y/N?” You stop midsentence. Bucky sounds, if anything, amused. “It’s OK. I’ll do it.”

“You will? I mean,” You swiftly change tack, not wanting to be any ruder than you already have been, “Thank you.”

“Like I said, it’s OK. When’s the next rehearsal?”

You check your watch and grimace. “In about half an hour.”

A complaint would be reasonable, but Bucky merely says, “OK. See you there,” And hangs up.

You manage to avoid looking at Wanda for approximately ten seconds before she pokes you, hard, in the arm.

“So?!”

You wince, then glare at her. “This still may be the most terrible idea I’ve ever had.”

Wanda tilts her head to one side, a small smile playing around her mouth. “We’ll see. We shall see.”

~~

You’ve noticed over the years that when you get nervous, you forget how to just be. Your attention snags on silly details: how you’re standing, where you’re looking, whether or not you’re frowning. And, waiting for Bucky to arrive at Scarlet Studios, you’re more nervous than you can remember being in a long time.

Pepper lays a calming hand on your shoulder. “Don’t fret. He’ll be here.”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” You hiss, and tug absentmindedly at your t-shirt.

“I can still punch him.” Clint isn’t smiling; it’s not a joke. Sighing, you shake your head. Clint had been the least convinced that Bucky should even be allowed in the same building as you, never mind crashing your practice. That’s not to say that a small part of you wouldn’t like Clint to punch him. It’s just that-

The door swings open, and Bucky slides inside.

All of your insides seem to drop through the floor. His hair looks wet: he probably got up and got straight in the shower after you’d called him. Just watching the way he moves sends sparks crackling up your throat.

“What do I say?” You spin around, panicking, and Pepper now gives you a gentle shove.

“It doesn’t matter.” She smiles encouragingly. Clint looks over at Bucky and snorts.

“You could read him your grocery list and he’d listen happily,” He mutters, and you glare.

“Not. Helpful.”

“Y/N?”

You whip back around. Bucky’s right there, expression cautious, hand resting on the strap of his bag.

“Hey,” You say, emotions fighting for control of your voice. Then a thought occurs to you, and you take a step forward. “I can’t believe I haven’t asked you this yet, but did you get in? Did they take you?”

His face undergoes a beautiful transformation, melting into relief, into hopefulness. Your heart squeezes.

“Yeah. Yeah, they did.”

A smile fights its way out across your mouth. You can’t go closer, not yet- but you can be happy for him. “Well done. I- I really mean it.”

Bucky’s eyes become unbearably soft. “Thank you.”

Then, thank God, Wanda claps her hands. “Get over here, you lot! Does it look like I don’t have better things to do?”

“We know you don’t,” Clint yells, and she gives him the finger in return- but everyone jogs over to her.

“Listen up, we’ve had a last minute change for the competition at Vision Studios next week! Everyone, you remember James?” You look to your left and find him standing to one side, looking a little awkward. It’s jarring to hear his name after so long: like it’s a reminder of those first, tentative steps you took towards friendship. You hastily look back at Wanda. “Unfortunately, Leo can no longer make the competition, so James will be taking his spot. I expect you all to help him out so that we can kick ass!”

“Understood,” You mutter, and Wanda shoots you a grin.

“Alright! To make it a little easier on you, James, we’ll go over the routines you’ve already learned: Stay, Weapon of Choice and So Good. I’ll help you all out with the transitions. Move it!”

“Start off in three lines,” You say out of the corner of your mouth, as the others automatically file into position, “Over here.” The two of you walk to your mark, halfway down the middle row. “How much can you remember?”

Bucky’s shoulders visibly relax. “I might struggle with a lot of things,” He smirks, “But remembering routines isn’t one of them.”

You roll your eyes, then crouch down into your starting pose. “OK, genius, whatever you say.” And before he can retort, the music starts.

~~

He’s not wrong. Not once does he stumble, or wobble, or lag behind the beat. It’s almost unfair how easy he makes it look. You go through the motions almost carelessly in comparison; being thrown back together so suddenly has made you feel awkward, verging on clumsy. You make are no mistakes, but every time the routine forces you into Bucky’s personal space, you have to keep yourself from leaning back.

Still, you make it to the end of the rehearsal. When you can finally step away and put a little distance between yourself and Bucky, you feel a tangible wave of relief. You hadn’t realised how much still lay between you, despite your conversation last night. When you finally catch a glimpse of his expression, however, the disappointment in it makes your stomach drop a few inches.

“Bucky,” You say, impulsively, “Do you want to go get a coffee?”

He turns to look at you. “Now?”

All of a sudden, it seems like a stupid idea. “Sorry. I know you’re busy, and I dragged you out here in the first place-”

“No.” He cuts you off, his face suddenly hopeful. “No, coffee would be great.”

You catch Clint signing something over Bucky’s shoulder, and have to employ a great deal of effort refraining from rolling your eyes. Told you so.

Then you remember to smile. “OK. I’ll- um-”

“Stretch? Don’t tell me you’ve been slacking.” Something seems to have eased in Bucky’s face, and his teasing is comfortable, gentle. You really do roll your eyes this time.

“Fine.” Things aren’t quite relaxed enough to joke about whether you really should have invited him to practice, so you decide to drop gracelessly to the floor and start stretching. Truth be told, you have been stretching- but only because Wanda threatened to string you up above the studio door if you stopped. When you tell Bucky as much, he laughs. It’s the first time you’ve heard him laugh properly since everything fell apart: it’s equal parts intoxicating and devastating.

Ten minutes later, the two of you wander into a coffee shop down the road and snag a small table by the window. Being in such close (and, more specifically, date-like) proximity has the immediate effect of stifling all your conversational powers. You nervously push the wooden stirrer around your mug and chew your lower lip.

“So?”

You look up and find Bucky watching you. Unsure, you shrug. “So?”

His mouth twitches. “So.”

Leaning forwards, you blow on your drink. “So.”

“So.”

A snicker bursts out of you. “Look, we can’t substitute the word so for an actual conversation.”

The raised eyebrow. Idly, you reflect that the raised eyebrow will probably be the death of you.

“Can’t we?”

“No.” You try to sound firm. “Because I said so.”

“Because you said so.” His words dissolve into a smile, and you grin despite yourself.

“You’re…” You trail off. The fear of saying something hurtful blocks your throat. Your noble intentions mean fuck all to me…

“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice is light, but a serious undercurrent tugs at his words. “You can still insult me, you know. I feel like that’s a key component of our relationship.”

“God. That sounds awful.” You speak without thinking, then wince. ”I didn’t mean-” You take a deep breath. Now is probably the moment. “I just- I don’t think you’re a bad person.”

“Thanks. But- I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

You stare at him. It’s his turn to shrug. “I fucked up.”

“I mean- yeah. But, so did I.” Your thoughts have been clarifying over the past hour, and now you’re ready to explain. “I completely cut you off after the worst day of your life.” Bucky looks like he’s going to interrupt, but you shake your head and carry on. “OK, you started it. But I automatically assumed that you’d bailed on me.”

“Which I had-”

“But if I’d called you, five days or a week or whenever, would you have picked up?”

Bucky stares at you for a moment. Then he deflates.

“I… I don’t know. Probably. Even in the back of my mind, at that party, I wondered if you might be there. If I might run into you.”

You snort. “You did more than that.”

His grin is wry. “True.”

“Anyway, the point is that I overreacted. You overreacted. I guess I was already worried that you were going to drop me when you got signed-” The confession is out of your mouth before you can stop it, and Bucky stares at you with the exact kicked-puppy expression you’d hoped to avoid.

“Wait, what?”

You grimace, helplessly. “When you got signed by a company. I figured you’d… Move on.”

To your relief, Bucky’s expression of concern fades into one of exasperation. “Of course not.” He gives a little laugh. “You really thought that?”

“Yep.” You feel yourself relaxing, and your voice loosens up as your breathing comes easier. “And this is what I mean! If I’d just talked to you about it-”

“No, no I should have realised-”

“No, you shouldn’t.” You say it with a fair amount of force, and Bucky draws up short. “You’re not a mind-reader. Neither am I. We just… We should just talk. I think that’s what this whole spiel has been about.”

You take a large sip of your drink and stare hurriedly out of the window. The conviction in your voice surprised even you. Bucky, however, is looking at you like you’ve just discovered sliced bread.

“You’re serious?” His question is slow, like he can’t really believe it. “You’re prepared to give this another shot?”

You tilt your head, chewing your lower lip. “I… didn’t say that. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to accept all the blame.”

And yeah, another shot isn’t off the cards. But saying that feels like too great a leap of faith, so you stay silent as Bucky nods his understanding.

“OK.”

There’s a moment of silence. Then he smirks. “So…”

You don’t even hesitate before leaning over and hitting him with a napkin.

AN: We did it!!! We’re on the road to the finish line. I would like to take this usual opportunity to thank you all- The Ace Gang, you are the best- and @systemfailuresunshine who I am missing a great deal thanks to stupid time zones. She is, as I have said many times, the reason this exists. Now, don’t hold me to this, but I will *try* to post a chapter a day until we’re done. I will try. I send you all of the love and hugs.

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Part 14

[systemfailuresunshine]

Chapters: 20/? Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Avengers - Ambiguous Fandom, Avengers (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female Character(s) Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner Additional Tags: Bucky Barnes Feels, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Presents, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Christmas Karaoke, Tony Can't Sing, Bruce raps, Steve and Bucky sing Disney songs, tree decorating, Fight Training, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, New Year's Fluff, Ice Skating, Tony cheats, Clint is awful, nat - Freeform, Wanda and Bucky are all annoyingly good, Fighting, Hydra, Birthday, 100!, happy birthday bucky, Cake Making, Food Fight, mission Summary:

Year-round fluff for a soldier who just needs a hug

Starting at Christmas!

A third date, and more information is revealed on both sides...

Here is Chapter 20, and this has nearly passed 40,500 words, which is absolutely crazy. This story will also be 6 months old in 4 days, which is weird to say but also great! Thank you to everyone who has supported Elsa over all that time, both this version and the Bucky x Reader version. Everyone who has read, left kudos, liked, shared, reblogged, bookmarked, all of it. I love you, I love you, I love you! I would especially like to thank @itscooltobefanficy for reading every chapter and improving it and making it actually presentable. I would not be where I am without her, and I would like to dedicate this chapter to her because she is honestly wonderful! Go give her lots of love and check out her stories on AO3 (flora_tyronelle) and here. Feeling Alive is coming along brilliantly so if you are looking for deaf!Clint and the Pride and Prejudice / Step Up Bucky AU you never knew you wanted, look no further.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful day, because you’re all incredible! Much love xxx

[story-prompt-lyrics]

Chapters: 20/? Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Avengers - Ambiguous Fandom, Avengers (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female Character(s) Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner Additional Tags: Bucky Barnes Feels, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Presents, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Christmas Karaoke, Tony Can't Sing, Bruce raps, Steve and Bucky sing Disney songs, tree decorating, Fight Training, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, New Year's Fluff, Ice Skating, Tony cheats, Clint is awful, nat - Freeform, Wanda and Bucky are all annoyingly good, Fighting, Hydra, Birthday, 100!, happy birthday bucky, Cake Making, Food Fight, mission Summary:

Year-round fluff for a soldier who just needs a hug

Starting at Christmas!

A third date, and more information is revealed on both sides...

Here is Chapter 20, and this has nearly passed 40,500 words, which is absolutely crazy. This story will also be 6 months old in 4 days, which is weird to say but also great! Thank you to everyone who has supported Elsa over all that time, both this version and the Bucky x Reader version. Everyone who has read, left kudos, liked, shared, reblogged, bookmarked, all of it. I love you, I love you, I love you! I would especially like to thank @itscooltobefanficy for reading every chapter and improving it and making it actually presentable. I would not be where I am without her, and I would like to dedicate this chapter to her because she is honestly wonderful! Go give her lots of love and check out her stories on AO3 (flora_tyronelle) and here. Feeling Alive is coming along brilliantly so if you are looking for deaf!Clint and the Pride and Prejudice / Step Up Bucky AU you never knew you wanted, look no further.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful day, because you’re all incredible! Much love xxx