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Elevator Affairs ; congressman!Bucky x Reader

** there are NO thunderbolts spoilers in this fic **

˖ ࣪⭑ prompt: the elevator stops working when you and bucky are on the way up to your floor, which just so happens to be your biggest fear.

˖ ࣪⭑ word count: 1,035

˖ ࣪⭑ cw : panic attacks, getting stuck in an elevator?

˖ ࣪⭑ a/n: thanks for reading :) hope to post more, my decade long love for bucky has strengthened (somehow) after thunderbolts lol

It was such a blessing that the subway was right next to your office building, because the box you were carrying was cumbersome. At this point, you felt like an idiot for packing so many things to bring to work. You started this job, working under congressman Bucky Barnes, about a month ago. It’s just been a trial period so far, but everyone in the office seemed to like you, so you wanted to bring in some things to spice up your desk and make it your own.

A cute mousepad, some photos of your friends and family, and random pieces of decor you liked. You were honestly confused how all of the bits and bobs made such a weighty package.

You ran through the door behind someone, unable to open it yourself. Once you arrived to the elevator, you struggled to reach your hand up to press the button. Thankfully, a person appeared on your right.

“I got it.” Mr. Barnes said, pressing the button for you both.

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes.” You replied, catching your breath.

“S’That heavy? You want me to carry that for you?”He pointed to your box.

“No, no, I’m good.” You smiled, but he was already grabbing it. You were sure it weighed nothing to the super solider. You stared at him, giving him a defeated smile as yet another thank you.

The elevator dinged, taking you out of your daydream.

“Ladies first.” He gestured.

You stepped on, and pressed the button for your floor.

“So, how are you liking it so far? Everyone treating you well?”

“Oh, I love it here! Everyone is so nice. It’s a really great work environment—“

Your words were cut off by the elevator halting to a stop.

“W-What? What just happened—“

“Dammit.” He set the box on the floor. “This happened a few months ago but they said it was fixed.” Mr. Barnes walked over to the control panel, pressing the emergency button.

You tried to control your heartbeat, but you could feel it in your ears. You started to feel dizzy as he spoke to the person over the intercom, losing your breath.

“Okay, first responders should be here ASAP.” is all you could hear.

“Perfect, thanks.” Mr. Barnes turns around to see you, hand over mouth, very obviously trying to not freak out.

“Hey, Hey.” He takes a step to you, placing his hand on your upper arm. “It’s okay. We’re fine.”

“I- I can’t- I feel like-“ You words come out strangled. You felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“Look at me.” He starts breathing slowly, in through the nose, hold it, out through the mouth. He’s staring at you, waiting for you to follow his unspoken directions.

You do, shakily, until after a minute or two when your breathing is as back to normal as it can be. Tears have formed in your eyes, but you keep breathing the same way, ignoring them as they roll down your face.

“Why don’t we sit down, yeah?”

You nod, and he helps you to the floor.

“That’s it, it’s alright.”

“Y’know… this is my biggest fear. Getting stuck in an elevator. Everyone always told me it was stupid but—“

“No fear is stupid. Even if you can’t rationalize it, it’s okay to be scared of something.” He interrupted.

“I guess you’re right… But I can’t exactly take the stairs to the 37th floor everyday so here I am.”

“Well, technically, you’re facing your fear. Right now. Albeit not on your own terms but you’re doing it!”

You sniffle, laughing. “Yeah. You’re right… Again.”

He pulls out his phone from his pocket, and quickly takes a photo of you.

“What was that for?” You ask in confusion.

“You’ll appreciate it, someday. Years from now, when you look back on this moment, you’ll wish you had a photo of you facing your phobia.” He laughs, lightly. His laugh makes you momentarily happy. It made you feel like there really is nothing to be scared of…

“Thank you. For everything.” You say.

“Of course.” He reaches over with his metal arm and pats your knee, lightly. You freeze, unintentionally.

By the look on your face, he thinks he did something wrong. “I’m sorry.” He pulls away.

“For what?”

“If this.. thing made you uncomfortable.” He raises the arm.

“No- No it didn’t. I just know you’re very.. cautious with your arm. Just caught me off guard.”

“Oh. Yeah… Maybe I’m trying to get over a fear, too. Subconsciously.”

You two smile at each other in silence before hearing shuffling outside the door.

“Fire department! Everyone okay in there?” A man yells. Mr. Barnes hops up to his feet.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

“Okay, stay as far back from the door as you can. We’re gonna pry it open, okay?”

“Got it.”

You stand up, stepping as far back as you can. Mr. Barnes stands in front of you, shielding you from anything that might happen, or that might scare you. It feels like forever, but eventually the door is open, and he moves aside ushering you both out of the elevator and on to the stable floor.

You immediately beeline for the chair, sitting down and pulling your knees into your chest. You hear Mr. Barnes thank the first responders, as you silently pray no one thinks you’re rude for not doing the same.

You feel tears prickling your eyes again. You try to blink them away as Mr. Barnes approaches you.

You start to breathe the exact way he did earlier. In through the nose, hold it, out through the mouth.

In through the nose, hold it, out through the mouth.

In through the nose, hold it, out through the mouth…

He rubs your back, “You got it.”

You blink up at him, trying to smile.

“Pull out your phone.”

You do as he says, confused, but then after a few moments, you see a text message from him, with the photo he took of you.

“God, I look terrified.” You laugh.

“Because you were terrified, but you were facing your biggest fear. That’s something not a lot of people have done.”

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes.”

He smiles again, “You can call me Bucky.”

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Haunted House ; Louis Tomlinson x Reader

“I’m not going to have fun.” I pleaded to my friend, Hazel.

“You will.” She yanked me out of her car. “It’s a few haunted houses. You’re a grown woman. You’ll be fine.”

She wanted us to go to the local Halloween festival, but I clearly wasn’t having it. I’m not a fan of the spooky and scary. However, it was obvious she wasn’t going to let this go. I’d gotten out of going every year, but apparently this year was ‘totally different’, according to her.

I accepted my defeat and walked towards the entrance. The distant screams and fog immediately overwhelmed me. No turning back now.

As we navigated the scare zones and went through the houses, my anxiety was at an all time high. I was in no way having fun, like Hazel suggested I would. I clung to her arm as she led the way.

Hours later, we had one last area to explore— The corn maze, equipped with masked men slinging chainsaws. All I could think of was what revenge I needed to concoct for Hazel. Or maybe karma would get her so I wouldn’t have to worry about it.

She dragged me towards the entrance, as I held her hand tightly.

“Nope, you’re not holding on to me for this. You’re a big girl!” She pushed me off of her.

“What does that mean?”

“It’s a solo maze, no groups allowed. You go first, and if something happens, I’ll be right behind you.”

“I hope whatever’s in there kills you before I do.” I turned on my heels, knowing she wouldn’t let me get out of this. I was speed-walking through the beginning of the maze. My confidence quickly vanished as the first scare actor jumped out. I ran straight past him and slowed down once I assumed the next actor was coming up.

I’m not completely sure if the corn maze really was that scary, or it was just hitting me all at once, but when the second masked man with a chainsaw jumped out, and yelled in my face, I couldn’t help myself. I screamed at the top of my lungs, and dropped to the ground, covering my face.

“Stop! Stop, please stop!” I heard the chainsaw cut off.

“Whoa, hey! It’s okay.” I peaked through my fingers, watching him. He set his chainsaw down, and crouched next to me. “You’re okay.”

Embarrassed, I didn’t even look up. He stood up, extending a hand. “C’mon, I’ll walk you out of here.”

“Can you take that mask off?”

He obliged without a word. Under the mask was a gorgeous man. Tanned skin, blue eyes, and brown hair. My heart skipped a beat for a different reason, other than getting terrified. I took his hand and rose to my feet. His chainsaw on the ground behind him. He must’ve seen me look at it, because he immediately reassured me that he wouldn’t touch it.

“C’mon. There’s a way out with no scare actors, alright?” He guided me to the exit, hand on my back.

“I’m sorry I made you break character.” I spoke, feeling guilty and hoping he would wouldn’t get into trouble for it.

“Sorry I scared the fuck outta you.”

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Always, Everytime Pt. 2

I woke up to a blaring headache. My hangovers are getting increasingly more and more aggressive with each birthday. 

Like a good Zillenial, my first instinct upon cracking open my eyes is to grab my phone. As I suspected, it’s inappropriately late for me to still be sleeping. I don’t focus on the time for long, as I’m more focused on the text message notification on the screen. To my surprise, Louis responded to my text last night.

Louis: “It was lovely to meet you. Don’t worry about getting me back for the ride, it’s my treat.”

I want to respond. I don’t remember much about last night, but I remember how refreshing Louis was. Something about him was just so genuine. He was so easy to talk to, and was just so enjoyable to be around. I was worried last night would be the first and last time I’d see him, and with that text warranting no real response, I think that may be the case. I stare at the screen and decide that likely nothing will come from last night’s interaction. 

I’m disappointed when I open my fridge. I was planning on making a nice breakfast at home, but my fridge and cupboards are completely empty. It’s not hard for me to find an excuse to walk down to the coffee shop on the corner and pick up breakfast, but this morning I have no other option. I slip a t-shirt on over my head, tie up my hair in a claw clip, and pull on some sweatpants before heading out the door. I look like proper shit, to be completely honest. Given my luck, this is the morning I will run into someone I absolutely do not want to. 

“Good morning, Georgia!” I hear as I step into the coffee shop. 

I look up and notice Olivia, the bubbly high school aged barista that works in the shop on the weekends. She’s a short blonde girl with bright blue eyes and the most welcoming personality. I adore her, truly. 

“Good morning, Olivia. How are you?”

 “I’m great! How are you? You look horrible.” 

“Gee, thanks, Olivia!” I say, with a shocked expression and a laugh. “I’m good, I went out with some friends last night and got carried away.” 

“So fun! Where’d you go?” 

“We went to a few places, but we ended the night in SoHo” 

Olivia goes on about how she can’t wait to start clubbing and going to bars. I place my order with her, and take a seat to wait for my breakfast sandwich and latte.

As I wait, my phone vibrates. It’s embarrassing to admit, but a part of me was really hoping it’d be a text from Louis. I pull my phone from my pocket and see a text from Sophia. 

Sophia: Hi love, had so much fun last night. How’d you end up getting home?

Me: Me too! Thanks for taking me out. I ended up getting a ride home with this random guy. It’s a long story. 

Sophia: Well, I hope it had a happy ending lol. Can’t wait to hear all about it next girls night.

Sophia knows I’m not one to sleep with a guy on the first date. And my time with Louis certainly wasn’t a date, but given his charm I definitely wouldn’t have been opposed to bringing him up to my flat. 

Olivia brings me my order and I make the walk back to my flat. I spend most of the walk contemplating how to initiate a conversation with Louis. Lots of ideas cross my mind but none feel good enough. I’m completely lost on how to approach this, and given how nervous I am to annoy him or be rejected, I decide my best course of action is to hope for our paths to cross again somehow. When I get back to my flat I eat my breakfast, shower, and get myself into a proper outfit. I turn on my bluetooth speaker and grab my phone to play some music while I do my makeup. To my surprise, a text message banner is on my lock screen. It’s from Louis, received 46 minutes ago. It must have come in while I was showering and I missed the notification. 

Louis: Will I need to frequent the SoHo club scene to see you again?

A smile creeps on my face as I reread the text. 

Me: Absolutely not. Going to the clubs was my friend’s decision. Why do you ask?

I hit send and then press my phone to my chest. Though I hardly know him, I would like to get to know him. I haven’t felt compelled to spend much time with any man I’ve met in London, or anywhere for that matter, but something about Louis was so captivating. His instinct to save me from the persistent bachelor in SoHo was indicitive of his character, and his playful and joking demeanor in the car made me feel so relaxed. I didn’t feel like I had to perform for him. 

Louis: ‘Cause I want to see you again, Georgia. Bit obvious, innit? 

Me: Yeah, I suppose. What do you have in mind?

Louis: Not telling. But make yourself free tomorrow night at 8:00. I’ll pick you up. 

Me: Could I get a hint on what to wear?

Louis: I’m sure you could, but where’s the fun in that?

I debate whether or not to tell the girls. I know how excited Sophia, Ava and Poppy would be for me, but part of me feels like I’ll jeapordize this if I tell them. I know my jumping at the opportunity to go out with the first guy who is geniunely kind to me would be some kind of sign to them that I’m getting better, finally finding my feet in London, but given how out of practice I am with men and dating, I’m so scared to ruin all of this. 

Louis said he’d be here at 8:00, but my nerves have gotten the best of me and i’m ready an hour early. I kill time by staring at myself in the mirror and hoping my outfit is appropriate for whatever Louis has planned for the night. I decided to wear my best jeans, casual open toed heels and a brown high neck tank-top. It’s subtly hot, I think. The jeans make my ass look great, and the top does something for my chest, despite it being high neck. I’m absolutely trying to show off my features, but in like a casual way. 

Louis: Here, love. 

My heart starts to pound as I head down the stairs of my building and open the front door. Louis is on the sidewalk, leaned up against a black Mercedez-Benz sedan. He’s wearing a black tank top tucked into black slacks. His eyes meet mine as he lifts a cigarette to his mouth and takes a drag. 

“Hi, Georgia”

My mouth opens to speak, but nothing comes out. I’m overwhelmed by how unbelievably good Louis looks in such a simple outfit. 

“H-Hi, Louis”

He steps toward me as he opens the door to the back seat of the car. I walk forward, hoping my heels don’t fail me on this uneven pavement, and duck into the backseat. Louis walks to the other side of the car and steps inside. 

“So” he slaps his hands and rubs them together “are you ready for tonight?”

“I think so. Though I have no fucking clue what we’re doing. I hope I’m dressed appropriately, no thanks to you”

“You look great, love.”

“Can I get a hint as to where we’re going now?”

“You’ll see” he says with a smirk. 

Louis runs his hands now his thighs and I can’t help but notice how large they are. The thought of them in my hair flashes in my mind quickly, before I literally shake it out. 

The car comes to a stop outside of resturant in Chelsea. The lights are on, but no one’s inside. 

“I-I think it’s closed?” I say, concerned. 

“Well, yeah, to everyone else” Louis says as he takes my hand and guides me to the front door. 

Louis opens the large front door and I walk through. We’re greated by a young hostess. Shortly after a tall man in a black suit comes from behind her. I can only assume he’s the manager.

“Good evening, Mr. Tomlinson” says the man as he extends his hand for Louis to shake. 

“Evenin’, Theo. Thanks for this. This is Georgia, who I told you about.”

Louis gestures to me and I raise my hand to give a shy wave. Told him about? Why is Louis discussing me with random resturant managers? 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you” says Theo as he returns my awkard wave. “Right over here, you two” he says as he turns around and leads us to our table. Louis reaches out to me, his hand meeting the small of my back as we walk through the resturant. 

As I thought, the resturant is completely empty. Theo leads us to a table in the center of the dining area with two taper candles flickering in the dimmed room. 

“Thanks, mate” says Louis as he pushes in my chair. 

Louis takes a seat across from me. He folds his hands under his chin and wets his lips. This move forces me to clear my throat. 

“So, uhhh, why is no one else here?” I ask as I look around the dining room. 

“Just better this way. No distractions, you know?” he responds, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms over his chest.

“Did you do this? Rent the resturant out?” 

“Who else would’ve? Yeah, I did. But I know the owner, so it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Well, that’s a first.” I say with a breathy laugh. I’ve never had anyone challenge me the way he does, and admittedly I find it incredibly hot. 

“It’s just easier this way” responds Louis as the waiter pours us both a glass of wine. 

His response confuses me. What would be so challenging about getting dinner at a fully functioning resturant? A pang of embarssement hits me as the thought of him not wanting to be seen with me whips through my mind. I didn’t tell Louis what I do for a living, or my last name, but it wouldn’t be hard to find my various novels with a simple Google search. I don’t feel embarrassed of my work ever, but I’m so desperate to impress him, I’ve found myself analyzing everything about myself hoping it’s enough. 

“So, tell me about yourself, Georgia” Louis says as he brings his wine glass to his lips. This question forces a laugh out of me. I lean my forehead on my hand before drawing in a deep breath. 

“You’ve got to be more specific than that. I mean, I think we all know that’s a horrible question.”

“Well excuse me, fuck. What’s your middle name?”

“Rose, yours?”

“William”

“Louis William Tomlinson. Classic.”

“My mum thought so. So what exactly brought you to London”

“Ooof, well, I uhh didn’t really feel inspired by Florida. I spent my whole life there, and I was ready for something new. Someplace that would, I don’t know, bring me new experiences.”

“I hope this is a new experience” he says looking up at me through his eyelashes, a look of almost desire for approval on his face. 

“It absolutely is” I let out a sigh “this is absolutely the fanciest evening I’ve ever had out”

“Well, I’m absolutely trying to impress you” his voice is low and slightly raspy. It makes me adjust in my chair.

“That’s incredibly hard to believe”

“Ellaborate on that”

“On what?”

“On how it’s so hard to believe that a man would want to impress a smart, whitty, beautiful woman?”

“I don’t know, I don’t have much experience with men trying to impress me” 

“Now that” Louis says, using his wine glass to point at me “that is incredibly fucking hard to believe”

I’m completely lost on how to respond to him. I don’t want to admit to this nearly perfect man that I am completely inexpereinced with romantic encounters. Sure, I’ve slept with plenty of guys, but I never stay the night. We don’t go on dates, certianly not dates like this. 

Our waiter returns and takes our orders. Given the lack of other patrons, our food comes to the table quickly. Louis and I continue to talk while we eat, and the longer I look at him the more I realize how stunning he is. He’s both rugged and clean cut at the same time. He has a foul mouth, but he exudes confidence as he spits back playful comebacks to my obvious remarks. 

Louis finishes his dinner, places his fork down and leans back in his chair. He runs his finger along the gold chain around his neck and presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek. I nearly gulp at this. He looks so good, so masculine, so confident. I finally accept that I want nothing more than to crawl across the table and make out with him. I want to blame the wine, and the fact that I haven’t had any physical connection with a man since I moved to London, but I think the most notable part of my desire for Louis is the geniune interest he’s taken in me. He asks questions because he actually wants to hear the answer, it’s not just a formality or prerequisite to getting me into his bed. 

The resturant staff has come and cleared our table. I look at my watch and realize we’ve been sat in the resturant, exchanging laughs and stories, for three hours. I wish we could stay for three more. 

“Can I take you home, Georgia?” Louis asks as he stands up, extending his hand out to me. 

I smile and take his hand. Louis leads me out of the resturant and I trail behind him, my hand still in his. In this moment, I feel beautiful. I feel beautiful feeling like Louis girl. 

We’re halfway to my flat when I realize our hands our still intertwind. I look at them and then up, meeting Louis gaze. 

“I’ve been trying to be on my best behavior, Georgia. But you’re driving me crazy.”

“Wh-what? What did I do?” fear washes over me. Oh no, I’ve annoyed him. I’ve said something wrong.

“You’re just, so fucking beautiful” he says as his hand pushes my hair behind me ear, then his thumb holds my chin. 

“Oh” I awkwardly laugh “thank you, I suppose. You’re quite beautiful yourself”

“Beautiful? No one’s ever called me that before”

“Really? That’s sad. You really are.” I place my hand on his bicep and the thickness of it makes me cross my legs, a physical attempt at pushing my desires out of my mind. 

“What are you thinking, Georgia?”

“Uhhh. Do you want the truth?”

“Yes, absolutely”

“I’m thinking about how badly I want to kiss you”

“Well that’s a shame” he says as he slides his hand up the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair. My head involuntarily drops back. “Because I’m thinking about how badly I want to fuck you.”

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“Always, Everytime” pt. 1

I didn’t want to come out tonight, but I couldn’t say no to my friends. I’ve bailed on the last four dates we’ve had planned because I just can’t bring myself to get out of bed. I know they want to see me doing better, coming to terms with the current state of my life, but I would have much preferred a movie night at home rather than the club environment we found ourselves in.

“You here alone” a deep unfamiliar voice asks as I wait on the curb for my Uber. I don’t know what to say. It’s the early hours in the morning and for safety reasons, I don’t want to admit to this random man that I’m vulnerable prey. At the same time, I’m terrible at lying. “No, I wasn’t” I admit, using the past tense as a loophole in my story. “What’s a beautiful girl like you waiting for a cab alone then for?” All hope that this interaction was just going to be quick and polite small talk is gone. I suppose I should feel flattered being hit on, since turning 26 I can’t help but feel like my beauty is escaping me with my youth. I awkwardly laugh in response but he continues to press. A car pulls up and I had hoped it was for me, but it’s not. A man in a stone washed gray t-shirt and leather jacket walks from behind me and opens the back passenger side door. “You ready to go, love?” he says, turning to me as he opens the door. I don’t know who this man is. Though he looks vaguely familiar, I know I’ve never properly met him. At this point, I frankly don’t care. This is an out to the horrific interaction I’ve been forced into, so I take it. “Yeah, I’m ready.” I say as convincingly as I can and I walk towards the car. “Have a good night, mate” my curbside hero says to my admirer as he closes the door behind me, then walks around and sits behind the driver.

“Well that was a bit awkward, wasn’t it. Bloke didn’t know when to give up” he says with a smirk. “I’m glad you followed my lead, though I question your survival instincts considering how quickly you jumped into a random car with a strange man” he continues. “Well, my options were to get murdered by him or get murdered by you, the odds felt lower with you. Thanks for saving me.” “How do you know I saved you, you seem pretty convinced that I’m going to murder you” he raises his eyebrow. “You just don’t seem like the type” I respond. “Well that’s good to hear” he lets out a breathy laugh, “I’m Louis, by the way.”. “I’m Georgia” “where should I take you, Georgia?”. “I’m in South Kensington. Cornwall Gardens.” “Ooooh, she’s a posh girl” he says playfully. “Well, you heard the girl, take us to South Kensington” he says to the driver.

“How did an American girl such as yourself end up living in London?” Louis asks as he adjusts himself in his seat. “Who says I’m American?” I ask, oddly offended. “Your fuckin’ accent does” he responds with a laugh. “Who says I’m not Canadian?” “I do. I’ve been there before, and you don’t sound like them. I’ve also been to the states, and you sound just like they do.” He’s entirely right, I’m an American, born and raised in Florida up until last year when I entered my quarter-life crisis, packed just about everything I owned and moved to London essentially on a whim. “Well, if you must know, I am American. I’m originally from Florida. I moved here for work last year. I needed a change, I thought moving here would help me rediscover myself, I suppose.” “Well, did it work?” he asks, his eyes lit up with genuine interest. “Not entirely” I say as the car parks in front of my building “but I’m not giving up yet”. I go to reach for the door handle, but Louis swings his door open “No! I’ve got it” he says and he pops out of his seat and rushes around the back of the car, opening my door for me. He puts his hand out for me as I get out of the backseat. I appreciate the help, given tonight's fashion ensemble of So Kates, a snakeskin mini skirt, and four French 75’s that aren’t wearing off as quickly as I had hoped. “It was nice meeting you, Louis.” I say as I walk toward the door of my building. “Same to you, Georgia. Could I give you my number, in the event you need more saving from lads trying to win bragging rights by shagging an American girl?” I consider it for a second. He seems kind, but the more convincing factor is the fact that he’s down right gorgeous. “I think there could be future situations in which your services may be needed” I say and pull out my phone from my bag. He starts to type on my phone, but then pauses and looks up. “This is going to sound downright fucking arrogant, but I gotta know, do you know who I am?” I look at him confused, studying his face. He seems so familiar, but I couldn’t tell you when or if I ever met him. I surely have never spoken to him, but his voice sounds familiar. If I had met him, it was likely when I was inebriated, because I couldn’t place the introduction even if I tried. “Am I supposed to?” I ask with a chuckle. He smiles and lets out a breathy laugh “No. No, you’re not.” he resumes typing and then hands back my phone. “Have a good night, Georgia.” he says, then ducks his head as he slides back into the car.

When I get to my flat, I drop my purse in the doorway and slide off the heels that are committing tortious acts against my feet. I unlock my phone so I can send Louis a text and share my number. “Hey, it’s Georgia. Thanks again. Let me know what I owe you for the ride.” I type out and hit send to the new contact saved as “Louis Tomlinson”.