#LeisesBitOfEverythingChallenge

[buckysmusculararm]

Amusement Park

For #LeisesBitOfEverythingChallenge which I had a lot of fun writing!!!

Word prompt: “fuck”

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: swearing if you didn’t catch on

“No Y/N.”

“Oh hell yes.”

“Hell no!”

“What do you mean no?! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity Buck! We have to go!”

“For the love of God Y/N, you know how much I hate roller coasters. And how the hell is this a ‘once in a lifetime opportunity’?!”

It was indeed a once in a lifetime opportunity to ride this particular roller coaster. In 3 weeks time the entire amusement park, the one you’d known since you were little, would be torn down for good. You had dragged Bucky there in an effort to ride every single ride the park had to offer and to play every game as well, no matter how stupid. After all, it had been a primary source of joy in your childhood back when your family was still around.

When you hit college, a drunk driver had decided to hit your family in an intersection as well. You lost everyone. You became dedicated to your studies, hellbent and lost in your drive to make a difference in the world. You ended up applying for an internship at Stark Industries and surprisingly got it. From there you grew to be an irreplaceable team member, working primarily alongside Tony and Bruce on new field technology.

Bucky had come along before you, blindly making his way through most days and opting to go wherever Steve went. Things changed when you joined. You and Bucky had instantly clicked–something about your driven nature had attracted him, and suddenly things began to grow between you and him. Months of getting to know each other had lead to this moment: riding The Demon, aka your favorite roller coaster since childhood.

“Y/N come on! How many times have I said it? I hate roller coasters!”

You pouted, tightening your grip on his bicep. You gave a little whine before finally relinquishing your hold on him.

“Fine Barnes. But we’re hitting every other damn ride this park has!”

He sighed, running an exasperated hand through his hair.

“God Y/N. I swear if I didn’t love you, I would’ve left you here hours ago.”

“Well then, I guess it’s a good thing you love me then, right?” You turn on the balls of your feet to stand in front of him, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso, chin planted on his chest.

“Fuck. Of course I love you. You know that.”

“Good,” you grin. “Because now, we’re gonna play my favorite game ever. Ski ball!”

Bucky groaned, pretending to turn around to leave before you yanked him back. You paid the game tender, before settling in your seat, motioning for Bucky to follow suit. Once seated, he leaned over towards you, his chin rested on your shoulder.

“Oh Doll, I hope you know I’m gonna wreck you…” Your eyes went wide at the suggestion. “…at ski ball! How’d you know I love this game too?” You chuckled dryly, mouth watering at what you thought he was insinuating. Your mind suddenly went hazy, and before you knew it, Bucky was right. He had completely and utterly wrecked you at your favorite game. You jokingly glared at him, pretending to be upset. You stood from the game before making your way to the next one, not bothering to check if Bucky was following.

“Aww Doll come back!” Bucky called, just a few steps behind you. “Come on! I was just messing with you!”

You suddenly stopped mid step, before turning around. You came face to face with Bucky, a mixture of confusion and exasperation painting his features. You kept a straight face, drinking in every little detail about him. The multicolored lights of the rides and games highlighted his face, making him look even more worried. You cracked a smile at him, your facade breaking. You couldn’t handle torturing him like this. A short burst of laughter broke out as you threw your arms around him once again.

“Aww Buck. I’m just messing with you too,” you chortled, planting a quick kiss on his cheek.

He shook his head in relief. “God Y/N! Don’t do that! You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were actually upset.”

You pulled away, skipping over to the next game, a bright grin still on your face.

“Hurry up slowpoke!” You called, waving him over.

When he sat down, you mimicked his actions in leaning over to whisper. “Oh James,” you drawled out slowly. “‘I’m gonna wreck you’ so good tonight.”

You could’ve sworn Bucky had stopped breathing for a moment. He was the spitting image of a deer caught in the headlights.

You twirled a few strands of his hair around your finger, still lingering by his ear.

“What’s wrong James?” You feigned innocence. “Can’t handle your own game?”

At that point, Bucky looked well past wrecked. He seemed to be debating whether to actually play the game you sat at, or to head home and take you up on that challenge.

He sighed loudly, before groaning. “I’m taking you down Y/N. Mark my words.”

At that, the rest of the night turned into a competition between you two. Every game was spent eyeing each other, and let’s face it, you cheated a few times, sliding your hand along his leg innocently while handing game tenders your money. It worked pretty much every time, causing Bucky to lose his train of thought, and every sentence to come out as babbles and grunts.

Towards the end of the night, Bucky began to play dirty too, whispering things that made you forget what you were doing. Eventually you gave up on trying to win at games, focusing all your attention on making Bucky tick. You’d tug on his hair lightly while he played, or rub his shoulder when he rolled a ball. By the end of the night, Bucky was like putty in your hands.

“Fuck Y/N. Did you have to go and do that?”

“Do what James?”

“That. That right there is driving me crazy.”

“I don’t know what you mean Buck,” you grinned, tugging him along.

Since Bucky refused to ride any roller coasters, you decided to save the best thing for last: the ferris wheel. The ferris wheel at night topped all other rides, as you could see the entire park beneath you, and if the sky was clear, the stars felt as though they were close enough to touch.

Bucky climbed into the creaky seat of the ferris wheel first and you followed. Once the lap bar was pulled down, you began to ascend. It still felt the same as it had years ago with your family–cool air billowing by, the ferris wheel creaking as you went up higher and higher, and the warm touch of a loved one right next to you. Bucky’s hand rested on yours as you leaned into his shoulder, taking in the view of the park. Bright, flashing lights lit up the sky, coloring the dark expanse of space.

“Every time I reached the top, I always felt like I could reach up and touch a star,” you reminisced.

“I don’t need to reach up to touch a star when I’ve already got the brightest thing in my life right next to me,” Bucky whispered, turning his hand over to lace his fingers with yours.

“Aww you sap,” you teased, sitting up to rest your chin on his shoulder again.

Bucky turned away from the sparkling lights of the park, his lips turned upward in a small smile.

“Fuck wow I really love you,” he chuckled.

“I love you too James.”

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[americaswritings]

I will wait for you

Prompt: “Why would you say that?”

Summary: Reader comes to work with a black eye and Steve gets protective.

Warnings: Unhealthy relationship, violence, angst

Words: 1.5k

Pairings: Steve x reader

A/N: This is for @heartmade-writingbucky‘s writing challenge.  Happy 18th birthday!!

Right now you really wished you were more of a makeup wearing person.

You only used a chapstick and mascara on regular basis, nothing more. You just weren’t the type of girl to have the patience nor the motivation to apply tons of makeup on your face everyday. You didn’t see the point in it.

Now you did.

The black bruise on your right cheek was impossible to overlook, you had already spotted it a mile away from the mirror.

“Damn it!”, frantic you ran your fingers through your hair. You couldn’t go to work looking like this. Everyone would get suspicious towards how you had gotten the injury, especially Steve, and you couldn’t risk to set them off to something.

You were fine, it was just a little bruise.

While collecting the things you needed for work, you thought about possible excuses. S.h.i.e.l.d hadn’t send you on missions for over 3 weeks now, which meant you couldn’t tell them that it had happened during a fight.

The falling-down-the-stairs- excuse didn’t seem realistic either. Sure you were clumsy sometimes, but not that clumsy.

A glance at your watch told you, that you were already late for work. “Keys, keys, keys”, you mumbled as a mantra, hoping to find them any time soon.

You were never late for work, always taking the chance you had gotten to work with such an amazing team seriously. You wouldn’t dare to lose your job through such a preventable thing as coming to late.

Finally you caught sight of your keys and sprinted towards the car.

When you eventually arrived at the facility, you tried to sneak in as quiet as possible, so nobody would notice you had been missing before.

“Hey (y/n)”, Sam waved at you. Mentally cursing him you put on a fake smile and waved back. You hoped he would leave it to this so you wouldn’t have to turn around and show him your other cheek, but apparently Sam had something other in mind.

“The great (y/n) comes to late to work. Never thought I would live long enough to witness this”, he grinned at you. “Haha, really funny”, you remarked sarcastically.

“Can I leave now to bring this to my office?”, you asked, pointing at your bags. “Feel free”, he raised his hands in surrender, still smirking at you.

“Thank you”, you scoffed and hurried down the corridor.

Registering the person in front of you too late you forcefully collided with his chest. “Ouch”, you groaned while touching your temple on reflex.

“(Y/n) are you okay?”, you heared his voice and instantely tensed. You nodded, avoiding to look up. He must not see your cheek.

But of course Steve wasn’t satisfied with your response. He put two of his fingers under your chin and lifted it up, making it impossible for you to hide your bruise. He inhaled deeply when he caught sight of it.

You still couldn’t look at him and peeked past his face, as if the white wall was suddenly very interesting.

“What happened to your face?”, Steve asked you softly. You couldn’t look him in the eyes, see the warmth blue of them that made you feel like home. It was funny, blue eyes normally sensed coldness, but Steve’s were like a crackling bonfire that immediately filled you with warmth.

You didn’t deserve that feeling now, so you shook your head, still staring at the wall.

“(Y/n) what happened to your face?”, Steve repeated, forcefully this time. “Look at me”, he added with a soft whisper.

You couldn’t resist any longer and turned your gaze to his. His face was filled with mixed emotions: Concern, affection, fury.

The excuses you had prepared during the car ride seemed no longer good enough.

“I was going home and there was a man who attacked an old woman. I stepped in”, you explained, but it sounded more like a question than a statement and Steve only shook his head.

You chewed your lip. Why wouldn’t he let it go? It was none of his business anyway.

A part of you wanted to tell him that, but the other reasoned that it was Steve. He would never stop caring.

“It doesn’t matter”, you sighed, knowing you were defeated.

“Yes it does!”, Steve raised his voice and you flinched a little. His features softened immediately.

“Someone hurt you (Y/n). Of course it matters!” His gentle voice made you loose all your strenght to keep up your facade and tears filled your vision. Blinking them away you glanced to the ground, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

You couldn’t tell him the truth. As much as you wanted to do it, the words didn’t form in your throat.

“I can’t-”, you stuttered and Steve nodded. He stroked your left cheek and put a strand of hair back behind your ear. “You don’t have to say it doll”, he whispered.

“But I need to know. Was it Rumlow who hurt you?” At the mention of your boyfriends name you broke down in tears. This was answer enough for Steve and he pulled you into a tight hug.

“It’s gonna be okay”, he whispered into your neck and you cried into his shoulder.

After an eternity you had calmed down and Steve released you out of his arms. With his thumb he wiped your tears off your face and you relaxed under his touch.

“He didn’t want to hurt me”, you spoke, but Steve frowned. You knew what the thought: How could you defend him after what he had done to you? But Steve didn’t know anything.

“We argued and it got messy. It was my fault!”, you explained determined.

“What are you talking about?” Steve couldn’t help but stare at you in disbelief. “He hurt you (Y/n)! It’s not a little scratch, it is a bruise! On your face!”

Ashamed you turned your gaze away. You had never wanted this to go so far. You knew that Steve and the others weren’t exactly fond of your boyfriend, but it shouldn’t be their issue who you decided to date anyway.

“That’s not fair! It was an accident”, you defended him and Steve rolled his eyes in annoyance. He took a step back, searching for the right words. When he seemed to have found them, he came close again.

“You really think so?”, he challenged while his raised hand moved along with his words. “Do you really believe that he didn’t want to hurt you? That it was just the rage speaking and not him?”

You nodded and Steve flinched in both fury and hurt at how naive you could be. His hand fell to his side helplessly.

“Can you promise me that it won’t happen again?”, he tried again.

This time you didn’t nod. You couldn’t promise him that. You had never expected this to happen the first time, who knew there wouldn’t be a second?

“I can’t do that”, you answered honestly. Relieved that you were thruthful this time Steve exhaled deeply before considering his next words.

“Then why do you stay with him? With a man that hurt you and could do it again? Do you really love him that much?”

This question visibly seemed to torment Steve. He pursed his lips and this time he was the one that peeked away.

You studied his face, searching for any kind of advice for his behaviour. “I would never hurt you (y/n)”, he added, only as loud as a whisper, but you still heared it.

“Why would you say that?”, you whispered back, confusion written on your face.

Steve still couldn’t hold your gaze and it made you anxious. “Why wouldn’t I?”, he responded frantic. His gaze met yours once again and you felt your heart pounding rapidly in your chest.

You didn’t understand anything. Was he trying to say that- ”I care about you! I care about you a lot and I can’t watch you getting hurt. He shouldn’t lay his hands on you”, Steve clenched his fist, but released it only a second after.

“You won’t stay with him anymore. We will do whatever it takes to get you safe, but you need to leave him, okay?”

You nodded in uncertainty, still unsure what to think of this situation.  

“I will help you get through this and maybe eventually you will forget him and see what is right in front of you”, he blushed and your eyes widened.

“You like me?”

“Yes, I do”, he spoke, his voice confident now. “And I will wait until you are ready.” A smile crossed his face and you shyly smiled back at him.

Steve was in love with you and he was willing to wait for you. He would help you break up with your boyfriend and when time would pass maybe he would become more to you than just a friend. You felt excited at these thoughts.

You didn’t love Steve that way yet, but you had never even though of the possibility that he could see more in you.

“Thank you”, you joyful responded and hugged him. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and his breath hit your neck.

“I will wait”

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