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marvelouslizzie · 2 years ago

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i wanna ruin our friendship

summary: James “Bucky” Barnes is a famous actor who just turned 40. He’s getting old and struggling with the fact that he isn’t what he used to be. When he finally opens up to you about how he’s struggling with body image, you assure him in a very unexpected way. Things take a turn after that point.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (Celebrity Bucky Barnes x Actress Reader)

word count: 4.1K

warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, long period of friendship, unspoken feelings, minor jealousy, alcohol consumption, body image struggles (Bucky is just struggling because of Hollywood’s unrealistic body standards), fear of aging and losing who you are, misunderstandings, pet names, slight dirty talk and praising if you squint, no use of a condom (the reader is on birth control), Bucky is 40 while the reader is 37, no use of y/n.

a/n: I was reading one of Sebastian’s old interviews where he mentions body dysmorphia and how it affects him. It inspired me to write this story. I hope you like it.

The story is beta-read by my dear @notafunkiller. Thank you so much!

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission. Every like, comment and reblog is highly appreciated.

The after-party is buzzing with energy. The room is crowded with so many familiar faces, you can’t even start naming everyone even if you tried. Sometimes you wonder how you ended up in a place like this, then you remember that you are an actress, too. It feels surreal because you were planning to stay a theater actress until you found your big break unexpectedly on the big screen.

That’s actually how you met James Barnes, your first on-screen partner. That’s how everyone called him, but you and a few close friends were always calling him Bucky. It makes you feel special. You look at him and see how he’s talking to Natasha Romanoff, his current partner. They are taking pictures together. You are sure it is meant to be shared by Natasha on her Instagram.

You find yourself walking towards the bar and ordering another drink. You usually don’t drink too much, trying to stay sober but having fun. It’s a thin line, but you managed to keep the balance so far. That gives paps less tea to share online. Tonight feels a bit different and you know it’s because of Bucky and Natasha. They are the perfect couple and you can’t help but feel jealous. Even though you have no right because Bucky is just a friend.

A hundred chit-chats later, you see Bucky in the corner of the crowded room. He seems down for some reason, you can always tell by the look on his face. He’s good at concealing how he feels. It’s almost like a poker face, but his eyes and his posture always give it away. Slowly, you walk towards him and he notices you right before you sit next to him.

“Hey, handsome. Why are you crying into your beer?”

“I’m not.” His answer is instant and you don’t buy it.

“Come on. I know you better than that. One minute you were happy, enjoying yourself, and now look at you: you're sulking in the corner. Something must have happened.”

He sighs. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

You think he maybe had a problem with Natasha and she isn’t around right now. Which is rare. Even though everybody’s attention is on her, she’s always around Bucky. You think it’s because of the unlabeled thing they have going on since they started working together. You never dared to ask if they are together or not. You aren’t ready for that answer yet.

“I know, doll. You are my best friend, but I just…” He stops for a second to think how he’s going to say this. “I don’t feel like myself.”

“What does that mean?” You ask with a frown.

“I’m not who I used to be.”

“Bucky, what are you talking about?”

He takes a deep breath. “I don’t feel like I’m that handsome talented guy I used to be, okay? I feel ugly and…” He looks down at his body. “Fat.”

“Oh, come on!”

“That’s the truth.”

“You are being ridiculous.”

“I’m not and I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

Oh. He must have read something.

“Please don’t tell me you looked at the comments again.”

“I… did.” He accepts with a defeated tone.

“We talked about this before. You should never do that.” Your tone reminds him of a teacher scolding their student and it makes him smile so slightly, but you don’t see it.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, darling. Natasha shared a photo of us together and I just went to like it.”

Oh.

“And you saw some comments?”

“Yeah. Saying that I’m getting older and uglier. I know I’m not a young man anymore but I’m just 40. Not dead yet, you know?”

“Yeah, of course not.” You take a huge sip from your drink.

“But they don’t think so and I started to notice maybe they are right.”

“Come on, Bucky!”

“I look in the mirror and every day I feel like I see a stranger, not myself. Since I stopped acting in those action movies, I’m not working out and dieting as hard as I used to and it’s so fucking visible. My reflection blinks at me in the mirror. Then I look around to see I’m alone. I’m old and alone. I missed my chance at happiness. I’m lucky if I can find someone to fuck me for the night.”

“I would fuck you, in a heartbeat.” The words just fly out from your lips and you can immediately see their effect on Bucky’s face.

“You would?” His expression seems completely different now.

“Yes… I would.” It’s too late to back down. Your long secret of having a huge crush on Bucky Barnes is basically exposed.

Without saying a word, Bucky takes your hand and drags you out of the after-party without saying goodbye to anyone. You have no idea where you are headed. In a matter of seconds, you find yourself in a cab with Bucky Barnes as he simply gives his house address and says nothing more.

The ride is short and silent. He doesn’t even look in your direction, his eyes are fixed on the road. You are regretting everything. Even the decision to come to this after-party. What were you thinking when you decided to take another drink because you saw Bucky and Natasha taking selfies? Where was your mind when you said you'd fuck him in a heartbeat? He must be so shocked. He's probably planning to talk to you in private, for your friendship’s sake.

I fucking ruined our friendship, you think.

When the cab ride is over, Bucky pays the driver and holds the door open for you. You are glad to see he’s still a gentleman towards you, even after you said something completely stupid. I should’ve kept my mouth shut, just like I did for years.

Finally, when you step inside his place, Bucky closes the door and pushes you against the wall with a kiss. It’s so unexpected, your breath hitches. His lips are relentless, moving between your lips, your cheek, and your neck. You try to breathe, but it doesn’t feel real.

“I can’t believe we are doing this,” he says between kisses.

You can’t either. You were expecting a serious talk. Not this.

“We shouldn’t do this.” You suddenly say when you remember Natasha. You didn’t even realize you left her behind when you two left the party so suddenly.

Bucky stops kissing you and looks at you with complete confusion. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have assumed. Was that… a pity comment?”

Now it’s your turn to feel confused. A pity comment? You pity yourself for exposing your crush, but definitely no pity for him. No way in hell.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You said we shouldn’t do this.”

“Because you are with Natasha and we left her at the party! This is wrong, Bucky. As much as I want to… we shouldn’t.”

“Natasha?”

“Yeah, Natasha.”

“What does Natasha have to do with this?” You can sense the confusion in his voice. It’s like he has no idea what you mean but… it makes no sense.

“She’s just so nice and pretty. No wonder you two got paired together.” You don’t even notice you didn’t answer this question.

“You think I’m pretty, too?”

You roll your eyes. “Everyone in their right mind could see you're pretty. Why are you even asking?"

"I am asking you, not everyone, doll." And there it is again. That damn nickname. Doll. You love and hate to hear him call you that. It’s warming your insides up until you remember he calls other girls doll, too. Especially Natasha.

"Stop with the nickname.” You finally say with a pained voice. This whole night is a huge mistake and you will be the one who gets hurt most. You can feel that the friendship you have with Bucky is slipping through your fingers already, so there’s no point in holding back now. “Of course you're pretty: the best eyes, fluffy hair. Tall. Looking good in suits. Two beautiful people."

“She’s just my partner and a good friend, darling. Nothing more.”

“But… but…” You stammer. “You are always together. She never leaves your side.”

“It’s because we are friends and I am helping her out.”

“Helping her out?” You repeat with confusion.

“She gets so much unwanted attention, she uses me as a shield, so less people would come up to her and talk.”

Oh.

It makes perfect sense and Bucky is always a gentleman.

“You thought we were together?”

“Yeah… kinda…”

Bucky moves closer to you and puts his hands on your face. “Doll…” Then he remembers what you said about the nickname. “Sorry. I never realized you didn’t like this nickname. I won’t use it anymore.”

His touch is so comforting and you feel relieved that there’s nothing going on between Bucky and Natasha.

“It’s not that I don’t like it.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I just… remember that you use that nickname all the time. It just doesn’t… feel special.”

“Darling, have you ever heard me calling someone else doll?”

His question makes you stop for a second. You actually never did. You just assumed he would be calling other girls doll as well because of the way he says it… It’s just so sexy.

“I… didn’t.” You struggle to answer through your confusion.

“Because I don’t call anyone doll. Except you.”

You can’t find words to respond, it feels like your mind completely stopped working. All you can think is how unbelievable all this is.

“Just me?” You repeat, trying to collect your thoughts.

“Just you.” He says reassuringly. “Can I keep calling you that?”

“Yes. Yes, you can.”

His hand slowly moves to your neck. It makes it even harder to think straight.

“Can I go back to kissing you?” His voice is deeper somehow.

You gulp first. Then nod. Your response makes him smile and it warms you up.

You imagined this moment many times, then put that image into the back of your mind just to keep going. Right now, his lips on yours are real. Not a dream, not a fantasy, and it feels so much better.

The way his lips move fires something inside you. Something you tried to surpass and forget, but that never happened. Whenever you felt his touch, even something as simple as hands brushing, you felt that fire inside you and now it's back. Stronger than ever.

Finally, your hands move to his face, cupping it as he kisses you with passion. Now both of you know that this has nothing to do with pity or self-assurance. That gives you the confidence you need.

Your fingers move towards his shoulders as you put your hands inside his jacket and push it back. It surprises him, but he doesn’t resist, just letting the jacket fall to the ground. Then your fingers travel to his shirt. The first button is open but the rest… You start to unbutton them one by one. Then suddenly you found yourself turned around and pressed against the cold wall. His lips are on the back of your neck and his fingers are looking for the zipper. You smile to yourself when you realize you aren’t the only desperate one here.

“It’s not on the back.” He can hear the smile in your voice even though he can’t see your face.

“Where is it?” He sounds frustrated and it’s so adorable.

“On the side.”

His hands quickly move to your side and find the zipper. In a second, you are already unzipped and your dress is pooled around your ankles. You give it a soft kick and get rid of the dress while you go back to unbuttoning this shirt.

You look up at him to see that he’s watching you undress him. There’s a slight smile on his face. You smile back in response and go back to unbuttoning him. When your work is done, he takes the shirt off himself and just tosses it on the floor. It doesn’t take him long to get rid of your bra. He unclips it so quickly, it surprises you. Everything's happening so fast that you feel like you're swimming. Like this is a dream. You grab his face and give him another kiss to remind yourself this is your reality right now. That you are free to touch him however you want. Your kiss takes a low moan out of him as his fingers travel down to your body, toying with the waistband of your underwear.

“No teasing.” You whisper against his ear and you see how your voice affects him up close. “This time.” You add and that slight smile is back on his lips.

“Are you promising me a next time already?” His voice is so low, so different you barely recognize it. He’s lost in the lust, because of you, and you can’t believe it.

“I mean… Maybe.” You sheepishly smile. You already know you want a second and a third time. He doesn’t have to know that, yet.

“Hmm… Depends on my performance, huh?” Before you can say anything he pushes his fingers under your last remaining clothes and you feel his finger brushing against your clitoris. A low moan escapes your lips.

Between him touching your clit and you finding yourself on your back on his couch is a complete blur. You don’t know how you ended up completely naked and Bucky between your legs as holding on to your dear life. His lips are on your pussy, licking and touching, driving you crazy. He definitely knows how to use his tongue and fingers. Even though his fingers aren’t inside you, his touches are skillful. Not too harsh, not too soft. Just the perfect amount of pressure. Then he sucks on your clit and you let out a half painful moan.

“Are you okay?” He lets go of your clit and looks at you concerned.

“No sucking on the clit please. Not that you aren’t good at it.” You feel nervous suddenly. “It just hurts. Personal preference.”

He smiles. “Noted.” And goes back to licking you. Soon the pain is long forgotten.

It feels like he’s everywhere on the most sensitive part of your body. It’s either his lips, his tongue, his nose or simply his fingers but the pleasure is overwhelming. Soon you find yourself moaning his name out loud while coming hard against his tongue.

He gives you a couple of minutes but doesn’t move at all. Instead, he pushes his fingers inside you when he decides you are finally back to yourself. When you feel one finger delicately pushing inside you, you raise yourself on the elbows.

“I said no teasing.”

“This isn’t teasing, doll.” He looks straight into your eyes. “This is me making sure you are ready for what I am gonna do to you next.”

“What are you going to do to me?” You ask breathlessly.

“Whatever you wanna do, baby, and I feel like you want to get fucked hard.” He stops for a second to read your expression. “Am I wrong?”

His question catches you off guard. He is talking so openly and directly, you feel a little shy. You are not used to voice your needs this openly, yet that’s one the biggest problems you had in the past. Partners not communicating open enough and assuming things. He’s doing what you actually need to do. He’s communicating openly and it’s extremely hot.

You nod first. Then you find your voice again. “Yes. I do want that.” He smiles again. That damned smile makes you even wetter. “But how do you know that?”

“The way you kiss me, push your hips up while I play with you and your hungry look. You look like you wanna eat me up.”

You surpass shyness with a breath. “Yes, I want that too.”

“Next time. It’s my turn now.” He winks at you and goes back to fingering.

He starts with one finger. Soon second and third follow and you are back on the clouds. You can’t even recognize your own voice, moaning his name. The pleasure takes over you, your back aches and you come hard on his fingers. It’s your second orgasm yet you still crave for more. You crave his warmth, his passion and the pleasure his cock can give you. You find it strange feeling this hungry after two orgasms but you welcome it anyway.

He moves up, directly kisses you without drying his mouth. His lips are hungry and demanding. His erection is hanging between you two and you can feel how hard he is.

“Can you taste yourself on my lips?” He asks shamelessly after breaking the kiss.

“Yes.”

“How does it feel?”

You say the first things that come to your mind with no filter. “Dirty and hot.”

“Hmm… Good.” He keeps kissing you, his fingers are still in your pussy, slowly moving his fingers between your folds and feeling your wetness all over again. It feels like he enjoys how wet you are for him. Not just enjoying but relishing.

“This is teasing.” You state between his kisses.

“Is it?” His fingers stop like he didn’t know that already. “I just love how responsive you are.”

“And I wanna feel your cock inside me already.”

Your bluntness doesn’t only surprise him, but you as well. You have no idea when you finally let go of your shyness. Maybe between the first and the second orgasm. You don’t care anymore. You really need him inside you.

“How do you want it, baby?”

“Let me show you.” You move away from him and miss his warmth instantly, but it’s for a good cause. You turn around and position yourself on your hands and knees. He understands what you want instantly.

“Hmm… You really want it hard.” He sounds amused. His fingers go back to your folds, moving up and down. “Just making sure you are ready.”

“I am dripping already, Bucky. How much more ready can I get?”

You hear him laugh, but before you can say anything about it, you feel his cock right on your entrance.

“Tell me if it hurts.” He says before pushing inside.

His cock stretches you out so deliciously. There’s absolutely no pain at all. The preparation is paying off amazingly. The only thing you are feeling is the fullness you have been craving for so long, but you need more.

“Please move, baby.”

It's the first time you use a pet name and you do it without thinking about it but the way you say it affects him deeply. He tries to surpass the loud moan which was about to slip and you notice his struggle.

“Don’t hide your moans from me. I wanna hear them.”

You imagined this moment for a long time. You spent hours imagining how he would talk, moan and come. You are so close to getting what you want and you have no intention to give up on it. Not even shyness can stop you from getting what you want.

“Then let’s make a deal.” He says, sounding breathless inside you. “None of us will try to hide their reactions. It’s only fair.”

“Deal.” You say eagerly and he chuckles. Then without saying anything else he starts to move inside you.

First, it’s slow. Not painfully slow but still not as hard as you want. Yet you don’t say anything because you know this isn’t only for you. He’s trying to get used to feeling you around his cock. It seems overwhelming especially when he stops hiding his reaction. Low moans and curses spill from his lips. You say nothing, just enjoy the moment.

“Fuck.” This time he’s speaking louder than before. “You feel amazing around my cock, darling. So… so amazing.”

Your only reaction is moaning. The praise goes straight to your pussy. You wanna slam yourself against his cock and force him to move faster.

“So eager for me. If I knew you wanted me this bad, we wouldn’t have to wait this long to fuck each other.”

“It’s not like you made it obvious that you want me either.”

“Forgive me for not thinking so highly of myself.”

The weight of his words crushes you.

“Look at me.” You say turning your head back and find him looking directly at you. “You are all I ever wanted.” His expression changes. A wave of emotions waves over him. You feel he’s on the verge of getting emotional. “Now fuck me hard so we can finally experience what this feels like.” He smiles, but you can still see the emotions behind his eyes.

“Your wish is my command, baby.”

From this moment, he is relentless. It’s fast and hard. The room is filled with the noise of skin slamming against skin, your wetness on his cock and your joint moans. It feels good. So fucking good that it doesn’t feel real. You can feel the pleasure bottling up. He’s moving back and forth with long strokes. His cock never leaves you. He pulls himself back until only the tip remains inside you and slams back in. The moans that leave your lips aren't human anymore. You feel desperate to reach that high again.

“Please.” You beg suddenly. “Please… I’m so… close.”

“Harder or faster?” His voice is hoarse, showing you how close he is to losing control.

“Faster.” You manage to say between moans. It’s so hard to even say one word out loud.

“I’m gonna come too.” And right then he notices that he didn’t put on a condom. “Fuck.” He sounds so disappointed.

“What?”

“We forgot the condom.” He slows down.

“Keep going. I’m on birth control.”

“Thank god!” You can’t help but smile before he picks up the pace again. In a second, both of you are a moaning mess. You come hard, so hard that you feel your muscles cramping with the force of it. Your whole body is electrified, you can feel it even on your toes. The noises you make push him over the edge. He starts to move faster and when you think your high is about to end, a new level opens up. Your mind stops working while your body turns jelly under him.

He isn’t any different than you. His loud moans, and his desperate pace show how much he is enjoying it, but you are too lost in your own pleasure to notice.

When you both drop your bodies on the couch, neither of you find the words.

“Wow.” That's all you can say.

“Wow indeed.”

You turn your face and look at him. He seems completely blissed out.

“We should’ve done this waaay before.” You smile hearing his words.

“You could’ve made a move, but you were too busy pitying yourself.”

The words come out without you considering what you are saying and it doesn’t take long for you to regret them. It isn’t the time or place to talk about this.

“I wanted to ruin our friendship for a long time, doll, but I was afraid. I was scared that I would ruin it for real and you wouldn’t wanna see me again. I was just fine being your good friend. It was a better alternative than losing you completely.”

You know what he means too well. That’s how you felt since the moment you met Bucky. He is such an amazing person, you didn’t want to lose him. Even if it means you have to witness him being happy with other people.

“That’s how I felt too, but look at you. Who can say no to you?”

His smile is bitter. You sense he doesn’t believe you even without him opening his mouth.

“Come on. That is the afterglow speaking.”

You move your head up and get support from your left hand.

“Look at me, Bucky.” He does and you see that he really doesn’t believe you. “You are gorgeous. Inside and out.”

��I know I am not what I used to be.”

“And that’s fine.” You quickly add. “You might not be Men’s Health cover material anymore, but guess what? It’s less healthy trying to keep that shape. Don’t let the name fool you. You don’t need six packs and huge biceps to look attractive. You need to be healthy so I can keep fucking you.”

Your last sentence makes him smile sincerely.

“You really believe that?”

“I do and honestly I have never been a six pack girl. You are even more attractive like this to me. A bit older and experienced. Just my type.”

“Hmm…” He says before kissing you deeply. You lose yourself in that kiss. So when he breaks it and asks you out, you are caught off guard.

“Huh?”

“I said: does it mean you will let me take you on a date?”

A date? With Bucky Barnes?

“Oh, yes. Anything you want.”

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brightlilith · 1 year ago

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MASTERLIST

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MCU

Peter Parker

Natasha Romanoff

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Bucky Barnes

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Ajax Petropulus

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Robby Keene

Miguel Diaz

Samantha Larusso

Tory Nichols

Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz

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Damon Salvatore

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Elena Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Hope Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

TVD

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester

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Castiel

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Daemon Targaryen

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Aemond Targaryen

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CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Jennifer Jereau

Emily Prentiss

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THE MARVELOUS MRS MAISEL

Lenny Bruce

Miriam Maisel

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ACTOR/ACTRESS & SINGER'S

Jensen Ackles

Jenna Ortega

Tokio Hotel

More will be added as requests are placed!

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Threesome

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Tv show couples ex: Damon Salvatore x Elena Gilbert

Yandere

Romanticization of mental health, eating disorders, depression, any type of self harm, physical abuse, any forced sexual activities, any hate towards LGBTQ People/Rights, any hate towards Transgendered people/Rights, or any hate towards race.

Pedophilia, or activities, child abuse and more.

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saraakpotter · 4 months ago

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Requests

Hi guys! i was thinking about doing this some time ago, i'm completely out of ideas and requests are open! so, here are the fandom's i write for but before requsting please remember theses stuff:

i don't write smut, NSFW and things like that.

i only write 'x reader'

i only write 'female!reader' becasue i'm more comfortable like that :)

i don't feel comfortable writing about (male x male) or (female x female)

now for the characters:

(by the way you can request for the actors\actress's of those characters too)

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MCU:

Romantic and platonic:

Tony Stark\ironman

Loki Laufeyson

Stephan Strange

Wade Wilson\deadpool

Steve Rogers\captain america

Peter Quill\starlord

Thor Odinson

Clint Barton\hawkeye

Bucky Barns \winter soldier

Sam Wilson\falcon

Pietro Maximoff

platonic only:

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Wanda Maximoff

Gamora

Stranger Things:

Romantic and platonic:

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Lucas Sinclair

Eddie Munson

Platonic only:

Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

Dustin Henderson

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

Max Mayfield

Harry Potter:

romantic and platonic:

Harry Potter

Ronald 'Ron' Weasley

Cedric Diggory

James Potter (marauders)

Sirius Black (marauders)

Remus Lupin (marauders)

(i may add the Slytherin boys later btw)

platonic only:

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Ginny Weasley

Lily Evans

Marlene McKinnon

Alice Fortescue

Mary McDonald

Sherlock:

romantic and platonic:

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Greg Lestrade

RDJ Sherlock Holmes

platonic only:

Mary Morstan

Jim Moriarty

Eurus Holmes

(i mostly write platonic for John and Greg tbh, but feel free to request both :)

AGGGTM:

romantic and platonic:

Ravi Singh

Sal Singh

platonic only:

Pippa 'Pip' Fitz-Amobi

Cara Ward

Connor Reynolds

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fluffyprettykitty · 6 months ago

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Spring Moodboard Sleepover

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#selenes sleepover #selenes masterlist stuff #moodboards #marvel moodboard

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lillywillow · 1 year ago

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Queen of His Heart

Summary: Bucky unexpectedly meets one of his idols

Written for: @the-slumberparty

Words: 1948

Square Filled: G1- Meet Cute

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Actress!Reader

Warnings: Bucky dressed as a Frank Frazetta barbarian (Come on, you know this is a warning)

A/N: Set in a modern AU. I had way too much fun creating this fictional fantasy series XD

Bucky didn’t fit the stereotype of a nerd. He was tall and beefy with long hair. Most people are surprised when they find out about his special interests. Bucky loved D&D, fantasy novels, cosplaying and LARPing. His favourite book was his copy of The Hobbit which he had since he was a boy. Another favourite of his was a series called Maidens of Wrath.

…

There was so much about this series that Bucky loved. He loved the strong female characters, from the wicked Sister Nimsay; high priestess of the Order of Bulgraith to the kind hearted Isra who ran a local tavern that the characters frequented. His favourite character by far was Queen Ranlova. She was the eldest of seven siblings in this matriarchal society. While five of her sisters each ruled a kingdom of their own and her brother was a royal advisor, it was the duty of Queen Ranlova to keep the peace between the kingdoms. She didn’t always get along with her siblings but she could be kind and just while also being a fierce warrior. Bucky also enjoyed the relationship between Ranlova and the barbarian prince Yarreth. The prince admired the queen without pathetically pining over her while at the same time, respecting her boundaries. Not once was Yarreth disrespectful towards Ranlova should she turn him down.

When Bucky first heard that they were making a TV series out of the books, he was excited, yet reserved. For example, The Lord of the Rings movies were absolute perfection (even if they did leave out his favourite scene; the Tom Bombadil one). The Hobbit Trilogy was okay but the Rings of Power series was abysmal in his opinion. Bucky counted down the days until the moment until the show aired and when it did, he was pleasantly surprised. It was everything he could have ever hoped for. They got all the details right and he especially loved the way the actress playing Queen Ranlova portrayed her. The series used a lesser-known actors, only casting the big names for certain characters. After the first episode, Bucky was hooked.

…

Bucky was excited about the upcoming fantasy convention. This year, the cast of Maidens of Wrath would be guest stars on the panel. He had his Prince Yarreth cosplay all ready to go and tried to think of any questions he might want to ask them. Now all he had to do was earn a little extra money so he could go.

Bucky was working his usual shift at the café. It was the same people with the same conversations and the same orders all over again. The only thing that was getting him through the day was the thought of going home to re-watch the latest released episode of Maidens of Wrath before heading to his shift at the restaurant. While working, he came across a new customer. He didn’t really see her face as she kept the cap of her baseball hat low and wore sunglasses. Something about this woman seemed familiar to him but he didn’t say anything. He would just have to keep an eye on her.

The whole time this mysterious woman was at the café, she didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. She just sat and drank her coffee like anyone else would do at a café. When Bucky went to clear up her space when she was finished, he noticed that she left something behind. Picking it up, it was a copy of the newest Maidens of Wrath novel: Metal Machine. This hadn’t even been released in the US yet. Whoever this woman was, clearly had special connections and Bucky knew if he had left something like this behind, he’d want it back. Bucky ran out the door with the book in his hand.

“Excuse me! Miss!” he called.

Bucky tried going after her but she was too fast. He wanted to go after her but felt like he’d look like a total creep chasing some poor woman down the street. Bucky thought if she was a fan like he was, she would come back to the café to pick it back up when she noticed it was missing. Until then he would take good care of the book.

…

Bucky had the next day off but informed all his coworkers what had happened and asked them to call him immediately if the woman came back for the book. Unable to help himself he started reading Maidens of Wrath: Metal Machine but forced himself to stop when he got to the neatly placed bookmark. As much as he wanted to devour the whole thing (and he easily could in a single night) he decided it would be a courtesy not to do so. If he went any further, he might accidently spoil something for someone in his excitement and he didn’t want to be that guy. This way, he might be able to discuss everything that had happened so far in MoW; Metal Machine with this woman. That is, if she would be open to it. Bucky was so engrossed in his reading that he nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone alerted him of an incoming message.

Nat: She’s here ;)

Bucky grinned at the message and immediately rushed to the café.

…

As soon as he arrived, Bucky looked around for this mystery woman. He spotted her sitting at the same corner booth she was yesterday, looking around nervously. Smiling, Bucky headed over to her and presented the book to her.

“I believe this belongs to you,” he stated, handing the book back.

The woman smiled and carefully tucked the item away in her bag.

“Thank you so much.”

“Anytime. You’re so lucky to get an advanced copy of Maidens of Wrath. You must have some pretty special connections,” Bucky rambled.

“You could say that,” the woman replied, lowering her sunglasses a little.

Bucky could have fainted right then and there. It was really her. Y/N L/N, the actress who played Queen Ranlova on the show. He realised his mouth was hanging open and quickly closed it, taking a seat across from her.

“I take it you’re a fan of the series,” she continued, pushing her sunglasses back up.

“Yes, ma’am. I love the way you bring Ranlova to life. You were a perfect choice for the role,” Bucky gushed.

“Well, thank you,” Y/N smiled, looking a little flustered.

Bucky started a conversation with her and it wasn’t long before it felt like they were old friends. He came to find that Y/N had a few acting roles before Maidens of Wrath so she wasn’t too well known yet but with the series boom in popularity, it was becoming her biggest one yet. She was really easy to talk to with a kind of country girl air about her. Bucky bonded with her over their mutual love of the fantasy series. Y/N’s favourite volume was book two: Crimson Glory whereas Bucky’s favourite was book five: Midnight Moon. Eventually Y/N’s phone pinged, indicating a message which informed her she needed to go.

“Will I see you at the convention?” she asked.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he smiled.

Bucky couldn’t wait.

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Finally, the day of the convention arrived. Bucky proudly examined his cosplay that he had worked so hard on. He wore a faux fur loin cloth, faux leather boots, and a gold circlet on his head. Over his left arm, Bucky had slipped a sleeve that looked like armour that had a strap to cross over his chest. Feeling good about himself, Bucky picked up his warrior axe walked out of his room for breakfast.

Bucky’s roommates Sam and Steve gawked at him as he sat down at the table.

“What?” he grumpily asked.

“Nothing… just didn’t realise Conan the Barbarian was joining us for breakfast,” Sam grinned.

Bucky grumbled under his breath.

“Leave him alone, Sam. He’s been really excited about for this,” Steve chided.

“Fine, fine,” Sam huffed. “You sure you want to leave the house like that though?”

“What’s wrong with my cosplay?” Bucky questioned, suddenly feeling doubts.

“Nothing at all… but if you get flocked by hordes of thirsty woman, that’s all on you,” Sam shrugged.

Bucky finished his breakfast in a hurry because 1. Sam was annoying and 2. He was excited to see Y/N again, grabbed his backpack (which kind of ruined the image a little but needed it nonetheless) and left for the convention.

…

By the time Bucky got there, the event was in full swing. There were cosplayers everywhere, vendors selling their goods and various demonstrations being held. Bucky was in geek heaven. He looked at the various displays people had, deciding what he may really want before buying anything, had his photo taken by many other attendees and somehow ended up in a group shot with other Yarreth cosplayers. Bucky was having the time of his life.

Finally, it came time for the event he was waiting for. A large crowd of people flooded into one of the buildings for it. Normally, Bucky hated crowds but for something like this, he would make due. When the Maidens of Wrath cast members walked out, they went wild. After they had taken their places, people asked their questions. Some were insightful, some were a little dumb while others were downright insulting. Bucky really wanted to throttle the ones who were disrespectful to the female cast members.

After the Q&A session, they aired a brand-new episode for the public to see. It was everything Bucky could hope for. They got every scene from the book right. Once the viewing was over, the cast went on to do pictures and signings. Bucky patiently waited in the line to meet Y/N. He would have been in that line anyway, even if he hadn’t had meet her a few days before. As he moved closer, he could hear her talking to the other convention goers, complementing them on their cosplays and giving words of encouragement. Finally, it was his turn at the front of the line.

“Hi, I don’t know if you remember me,” he began but she cut him off.

“Bucky, from the diner! Of course, I remember you! Your Yarreth cosplay is fantastic!” she beamed.

Bucky smiled brightly. She remembered him.

“I really enjoyed meeting you and I can’t thank you enough for returning my book.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad I could help,” Bucky smiled.

Y/N sighed a photo, flipped it over and scribbled a message.

“Let’s take a picture together,” she encouraged.

Bucky got into a warrior stance and Y/N also posed.

“I hope to see you again,” she smiled, handing him the autograph and the photo.

Bucky walked off with his items so other people could take their turn. He couldn’t stop smiling as he read the message on the autograph.

Bucky, I normally don’t do this sort of thing but I really enjoyed talking to you the other day and had a lot of fun. I can’t wait to hear from you.

Love, Y/N

With the message, she had written her phone number. Who knows? Maybe one day they could have the same kind of relationship of Queen Ranlova and Prince Yarreth did. It was the kind of fantasy romance one could only dream of.

#navy and roo's sleepover #navy and roo sleepover #marvel one shot #marvel #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #cosplay #convention #fantasy

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year ago

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marvel masterlist

🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

back to main masterlist

“What a tsundere.” | 🍓❄️ Bucky Barnes x Architect!Reader

A Break In | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Bucky Barnes x Writer!Reader

Midnight Serenade | 🍓❄️ Steve Rogers x Reader

GOO-GOO GAGA | ❄️🤸‍♀️ Peter Parker x Barnes!Reader (Fake Dating AU)

Him Or Me | 🍓❄️ Milo Crown x Reader

Less Dire Situations | ❄️❄️Peter Parker x Reader 1 2 3 4 ?

Actor Fic

The Boyfriend Tag | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🚀 Tom Holland x Youtuber!Reader

Blooming Day | 🍓 Chris Evans x Dancer!Reader

Dude, She’s Just Not Into You | 🍓🚀🚀🚀 Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

White Bread | 🍓🚀🚀🚀 Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

The Other Guy | 🍓🚀🚀🚀 Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

400 Flowers | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

Gag Reel | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

Polar Opposite | 🍓🍓🍓🚀🚀🚀 Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader

#masterlist #marvel masterlist

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buckyalpine · 1 year ago

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Actor Bucky and actress reader

He cums accidentally while trying to hold it together during a sex scene.

Imagine a gorgeous but shy beefy Bucky nervous as hell filming an intimate scene with his co star because hes harbouring the most massive crush on her.

He in nothing but a tiny cup covering his most private parts, his perky sculpted ass barely covered by the thin sheet laid on top you both.

“You okay?” He whispers, always checking in on you, his large mass covering you entirely. You give him a shy smile, nodding, the feel of your hands moving to drape around his shoulder making him blush.

“Alright! Get ready to sell it Barnes” Tony calls out, hushing everyone before he starts rolling, signalling a thumbs up to sam to start filming “and action!!”

Bucky braces himself on his forearms keeping his body off yours, moving forward instead of actually thrusting. The lewd sounds you start to make make his hips involuntarily buck forward more than necessary and he nearly stutters.

“Oh God! Please, slow down” you cry softly, portraying your role as a shy house wife perfectly, nervous to consummate her marriage.

Bucky doesn’t think he can take your delicate pleading, his cock straining, desperate for some relief. He can feel it leaking the more you moan, his knuckles turning white gripping onto the sheets.

“So good to me” Bucky whispers back, swallowing thickly as his mind starts to wander over how you’d sound it he was actually stretching you out. Would you moan about how he was too big? Would you beg for him to keep going till he dripped right out of your sweet cunt? Would you want to lick and taste how wet he got for you, moaning over how fat and thick his dick was, worried over how you’d fit all of him inside you? His massive size carried all over, the blush on his face spreading to his neck when his erection nearly brushes against your covered core.

You blink up at him, staring into his baby blue eyes feeling his hardness press against you as it grows, nearly wetting the sheets. Your eyes are locked together and Bucky’s sure he’s not going to control himself, not when you’re looking at him like that. Not when you’re biting your lip, he could’ve sworn he felt your hips buck up, your thighs spreading slightly.

You let out a whimper, his warm breath fanning over your face and he can smell how fucking wet you are. He’s humping the air, just centimetres from where he really wants to be, fuck he wasn’t going to hold it, his balls felt tight, his cock was going to fucking burst-

“Kiss me My love” you say your final line before pulling him down for a heated kiss, letting it get more hot and heavy that the script intended. As soon as he tastes your tongue on his, he moans into your mouth, eyes rolling back, his back muscles flexed and tensed as he soaks the with his cum. He doesn’t pull away, tearing the sheets with his grip as he cums hard, his cock throbbing, till he can feel the front all warm and damp, whimpering till he’s all empty.

“AND CUT! FANTASTIC” Tony cheers, over the moon with how it turned out, “that was great and nice touch ripping the sheets Barnes, made it look real. Everyone take 5 and we’ll shoot that diner scene”

Everyone starts to pack up to get ready for the next shoot and Bucky swears he hears you let out a little giggle as you pull away, smiling at his flustered state.

“You okay, Buck?” You coo while he bites back a whine, his softening cock now sensitive and aching. Your assistant runs over to slip you into a robe, dragging you off to hair and makeup while he holds the sheet to the lower half of his body.

He grabs the robe Steve hands to him, smirking at his best friend with his head cocked to the side.

“You sure that was acting, Buck?” Steve snorts, nodding to the wet patch on the sheet while Bucky groans, grabbing it and stuffing it away before running off to his room.

“Shut up”

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searchingforbucky · 10 days ago

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Hi Meg!! I was hoping you may be able to help me out. I was looking for a Social Media AU where they are both actors? And Bucky was like basically in love with her?

Hi :) sounds like it might be “If I could fly” by @ceeellewrites

#searchingforbucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader

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cosmicbucky · 1 year ago

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hey, lovelies!

so, all of these WIPs are scheduled to be published sooner or later, though i thought i would prioritize which to focus on (see below the cut for brief summaries!)

apricity (dbf!bucky barnes x reader)*

spending a week alone in a cabin with the man you've been fantasizing about for years finally reveals all the truths you both have been harbouring

christmas town (neighbour!bucky barnes x reader)

upon moving to a new city to get a fresh start at life, you reinvent yourself with the help of your new neighbour and the magic of winter

decipiency (ex!bucky barnes x reader)

the day bucky left you was the day your world stopped; but what happens when his past catches up to you and the truth is revealed?

extended scene (actor!bucky barnes x actress!reader)

what could possibly go wrong with starring opposite your favourite actor in a love story? aside from falling in love for real, that is

love ain't (university!bucky barnes x university!reader)

bucky hates your boyfriend because he knows he can treat you better - and he's determined to show you that

nightertale (roommate!bucky barnes x reader)*

a story in which one night changed everything between you and your perpetually grumpy roommate. or: bucky seeks out a new kind of comfort from you

wrong number (bucky barnes x reader) [written with @buckys-wintersoldier]

after a successful blind date, you text him the next day to make more plans - only you don't have the right number. though maybe it was meant to be this way

*contains smut

#my WIPs #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #bucky fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic

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frostironfudge · 2 years ago

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Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Eleven

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: angst, swearing, it continues discussion of the non consensual things that occurred in the previous chapter also assault of other characters is discussed, where in they describe what they went through at the hands of the same abuser, forced drug use, manipulation, please proceed with caution while reading, minors dni, the first scene describes another person going through a similar ordeal but nothing explicitly described, there is fluff in the chapter too.

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.6k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || AO3

Chapter Ten|| Chapter Twelve

HEADLINES:

HYDRA Launches Media Outlet – Print and Digital ‘HYDRA Now’

Alexander Pierce Elated To Be Involved In Delivering News In A Robust Honest Way

Ratings For ‘HYDRA Now’ On Uprise Compared To Other Outlets

Meet Sharon Carter Struggling Actress Turned Assistant Turned News Anchor.

‘Alexander Pierce Is The Most Kind, Noble Man.’ Gushes Sharon Carter.

Former SHIELD Employees Quit. Struggle To Find Jobs Elsewhere.

Brock Rumlow On GQ Cover Speaks On ‘How His Uncle Gave Him The Platform But He Forged His Own Tools For Success.’

The white little pill bubbles as it is poured into the golden liquid. Sloshing in the glass carried over to eager lips.

Brock watches as Alexander quells his thirst, the pictures being taken. When his uncle took him in, he went through this safety net.

NDAs and contracts can only do so much for a man being accused. His uncle taught him well. The pictures are placed upon an encrypted drive. Brock seals an envelope writing the author’s address as directed.

This warning would shut Y/N up. Though she had been laying low for the day, not a peep online or any articles about her. Y/N needed a reminder.

“Is it done?” Alexander pushes the woman away from him, she still clambers onto his lap, giggling.

“Oh yeah, this is ready to be dropped off.” Brock gestures to the envelope.

“Good, we need her to be compliant, we cannot have her leave the publishing house. She is one of the biggest authors we have in our roster. HYDRA will rise to be one of the most accomplished and decorated houses of Hollywood.” Alexander takes another sip of his laced drink, humming at the taste.

“I suggest we send Rogers and Barnes a reminder as well. If this woman goes to public, they need to be forced to be on our side.” He clicks his tongue.

“I don’t think they’d pick her over the green in their pockets.” Brock raises a sceptical brow.

“Love makes people do stupid things, Brock. Why do you think I had to get Dolores away from you?” He looks at his nephew, tiredly as if to remind him they have been over this before.

Brock controls his response, just giving a curt nod, “Thank you.”

“Now why don’t you take care of this young lady while I rest.” Alexander stands as the woman falls on the sofa, dazed and laughing at the world swirling around her. He leaves footsteps echoing on the smooth Italian marble.

Brock steps into the office and retrieves the necessary gifts for Barnes and Rogers, heading towards the foyer handing the envelopes to the security who would know what is to be done.

Grabbing the woman he takes her towards the garage, where a taxi waits to take her back to the address they know.

Steve’s hands shake as he spots the envelope left on his doorstep. Immediately he calls Bucky, they used to get these in synchronised timing.

“Did you get one too?” He skips the pleasantries.

Bucky stares at the envelope, swallowing down the lump in his throat, “I did.” He affirms.

“Do you want to come over?” Bucky questions, wanting to sink into the floor.

“Open it together.” Steve agrees, grabbing the envelope and heading back towards the parking lot.

When the line cuts, Bucky does sink to the floor. The ominous envelope was on his doorstep as he returned from your apartment.

He lifted it with his gloves on, placing it on the kitchen island. Alpine keeps her distance as well from the envelope as though knowing it holds the vile shit that he was put through.

Bucky’s phone rings and he looks down at your picture overtaking his screen.

“Feather.” He finally breathes, you sniffle.

“What's wrong?” He sits up, spine straightening as dread fills him.

“After, after you left, there was a knock.” You recount as the pictures fall onto your bed from your hands.

“James it’s, it’s the pictures from, from… that night.” you close your eyes, hot tears brimming over. Scalding your cheeks.

Bucky stands, shoving his envelope into a bag, putting the harness on alpine and her lead.

“Put them back in the envelope and don’t look at them. I’m heading over, Steve will be there too, is there a thumb drive?” Bucky’s question has your chest clenching in pain. He’s been through this before is a sickening realisation.

“How many times has he done this to you?” You ask, hating the way he’s silent.

“Feather, I don’t want to add onto—,”

“James.” You plead.

“It’s more than counting on your fingers.” His admission burns in his chest and your veins.

“Don’t plug in the thumb drive into your computer, don’t look at the photos anymore okay? I’m on my way over.” He fills the silence as you stare down at your palm, the lines on your hands blurring as more tears form. The call cuts off.

Bucky takes the stairs with Alpine, she senses the urgency and trots down them with ferocity.

He texts Steve to meet at your apartment. The walk to your wing of the complex is quaint, Sam having tipped paps off to be at his “front” gym so they could get peace and quiet.

Entering the code for your building Alpine moves towards the elevators and meows at them. He admires her momentarily then calls for the elevator.

When he texts you to open the door your appearance is still distraught. Bucky wants to whisk you away from everything, your eyes are puffy yet again.

Your bottom lip quivers, then you look down at Alpine, she chirps at you and you lose it all.

Enveloping her in your arms as you cry and she begins her purring to soothe you, Bucky’s embrace joins in after the click of your door, you clutch onto his arm. He kisses the top of your head.

Half an hour later you’re still curled against him on your couch. Steve looks at the pictures with clenched teeth. As the pictures progressed Bucky could hear the conversation matching the images, he had his fists clenched, the vibranium whirred loudly.

Alpine was in your mom’s room napping next to her feet.

They opened their own envelopes, a blank expression masking their faces, the reminders of those blurred nights haunting them.

Bucky worries when you look at the pictures, but your eyes trace over his manipulated youth with sorrow. The women wrapped around young men who thought this was normal. That it was okay to be so lost in the haze of smoke and mirrors. Who didn’t know any better.

You're sick to your stomach when their pictures with Alexander come up. It isn’t staged like yours were, he actually touched them. He forced himself on them.

It worsens when you reach the pictures of them together Alexander caught pictures of both of them in compromising positions with each other.

Steve shifts his blue eyes to you, his lips pressed to a thin line. Mind swirling at what would you think of them. He already was on thin fucking ice with you. He shifts his eyes to Bucky, who is staring at him harbouring the same worry.

“Were the two of you drugged too?” You ask first, heart shuddering in your ears.

“We don’t remember much of those nights.” Steve admits in confirmation, “It won’t matter, the two of us had the whole party boy persona going for us, clubbing, alcohol, recreational relaxing drugs…” he trails off looking to the side.

Your jaw clenches, fists formed on your thighs. You wanted Alexander to pay, you wanted him to rot in the depths of hell.

“He told us, if pictures of Steve and I got out, it would hurt our reputations, the comments, losing our main fanbase of women, the dark party prince and the fun times maestro.” Bucky points at himself then Steve, “We remember flashes, him pushing me down. Forcing himself on us, I remember him saying, whoever gets him off better gets the better role.”

Your eyes close, bile rising to your throat at the vile shit the two of them were put through.

“But we got smarter after a while, our contracts got better at protecting us, we stopped drinking what he gave, and carried our own mini bottles.” He sighs, the torment flashing through his eyes.

“We didn’t even realise we were fooling around, too far gone into the happy drugs and new money.” Steve gives a humourless laugh, “The fans picked up on our behaviour changes, we got less interactive, interviews were clipped. I almost checked into a mental health facility.”

Your lips part, “Why didn’t you?”

“Golden boy goes to rehab.” Bucky shakes his head, “How will it look? The best of the best, crippled by his own mind?” He quotes the old headlines.

“Dark prince of partying spotted outside a prominent mental health clinic – is he losing his edge?” Steve quotes too.

They exchange a glance.

“It went to shit at the movie during which I lost my arm.” Bucky explains, “We both wanted to quit.” He admits.

“We even had contingency money arranged between us, brand deals, we worked ourselves to the bone.” Steve sighs, “Any show, any advert, any movie, we didn’t care, we just wanted out. Wanting out meant paying off SHIELD. Essentially buying our freedom.”

“Then the fights happened between us when stress got too much, I told him he needs a breather.” Bucky runs a hand through his hair, “He was working himself to the bone, stunts were sloppy.”

“It was a buddy cop movie, think sort of Rush Hour. Alexander pushed us to do our own stunts, so we trained like mad. Best shape of our lives. Bucky was right, I was exhausted. Hopped up on caffeine to stay awake and prescribed sleeping pills to make me sleep.” Steve shakes his head, then gives another laugh,

“This fucker was doing the same thing.” he points his index finger to Bucky, your eyes follow the movement.

“Asshole figured it out, he still was out of it that day. The stunt was his, but we told the director it made sense I’d do it. Alexander wasn’t there that day of the shoot. We know now that it was predestined to go wrong, as per what he said.” Bucky swallows, vibranium fingers flexing and gleaming in the sunlight through the blinds.

“Everything crumbled, I tried to be there, then we fought more, none of us could get out. Alexander came then, saying I should go to Hydrangeas, they turned my image from party boy to serious guy. Bucky lost out two and half years of work and life. Things soured.” Steve extends his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes.

“Best friends to enemies, he wrote in the book. Divulged shit I trusted him with, SHIELD had a field day throwing me out putting him on a pedestal and then bringing me back. Full sleeves and gloves. Other production houses just made being an amputee into the storyline. Or they would make digital alterations.” Bucky reached for your hand, tracing over the bandaged index finger.

“We could say nothing, do nothing. Unspoken promise was we’d save anyone else from this bullshit, I warned Loki not to sign on as a resident SHIELD creative.” He adds.

“I warned Ace when they asked while working together on Defending Jacob.” Steve traces over the calluses on his palm.

“You had already signed on, I couldn’t protect you. I thought pushing you away was the key. So I kept my distance, but I couldn’t help myself to be selfish to steal a place within your heart.” Bucky admits with a smile.

“I wanted to piss you off enough that you’d refuse working on the project. Valarie told me you had yet to sign, I didn’t know you already had. Combined with the fact that the two of you were falling in love. Chemistry in elevators off the charts.” Steve rolls his eyes.

Your skin heats recalling the stolen moments.

“Dickhead.” Bucky throws the pillow.

“Asshole.” Steve throws it back.

“Jerk.”

“Punk.”

You laugh at their banter, the two of them smile at you. Elated at seeing you crack a smile.

Bucky presses a soft kiss to your temple. Steve continues to smile at you.

Your phone rings and it’s Andy’s text, you look at Bucky and then Steve. The former holds your hand and the latter walks around sitting next to you to offer his support.

Andy: we’ve got your tox screen result back and other test results, please let me know a convenient time to set up a meeting again. We will meet at any location you deem comfortable.

Steve and Bucky look at you. Bucky rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. Steve hesitates before placing his hand on your shoulder.

You only freeze momentarily before realising the person is familiar and safe.

“I’m sorry.” he begins to retract his hand, you place your palm above his, it had only been twenty four hours but you knew you had to begin to get through this before your mind got the best of you.

“Steve, you're a friend and you feel safe.” You assure him. He gazes at you then it flickers to Bucky. It is only then he notices that Bucky is worried too, he only touches you when you initiate contact.

You were on a time limit you feared, so you were trying to remind yourself, who were your safe people. Who you could run towards incase of adversity.

You looked up at Bucky to find his gaze already upon you.

“It won’t happen.” He says with such sincere surety, reading your mind.

You believe him.

You had to believe him.

Turns out when the FBI is involved, you can’t meet wherever you want. Andy is still apologetic, you brush off his look with your own understanding one.

Steve still glares at his brother on your behalf. You roll your eyes then you realise Bucky is glaring at Andy too.

“Will you both stop it?” You whisper.

The camera in the corner seemed daunting. They don’t relent. You suppress another eye roll and look at Andy apologetic on behalf of the two of them.

Matt moves his hands over the book in front of him, lips moving barely as he reads.

The door clicks open, two agents walk in one wearing glasses, her curls looking amazing and suit tailored perfectly. She exudes badass energy.

The man accompanying her is slightly taller, crows feet line around his eyes as he smiles kindly at everyone. His suit slightly dishevelled and he takes another sip from his coffee cup before placing down the manila folders on the table.

“Hello Ms. Y/N Y/L/N, I am Special Agent Darcy Lewis this is my partner,” he gestures towards him, he waves,

“Special Agent Scott Lang.” He puts his hand forward and you shake it and he moves towards Bucky and Steve also shaking their hands.

“Executive Assistant Director of Criminal Investigation.” Andy adds, pointing at Darcy, she smiles.

“She’s trying to be humble, Andy.” Matt chuckles, Darcy laughs.

“Yes, yes I am.” She takes a seat and you feel at ease at her demeanour.

“Now, Ms. Y/L/N, is there anyone in this room you want gone? We are about to discuss your case in detail, in case you don’t want someone here to know or see we can have them escorted outside.” She looks at Bucky and Steve. They only look at you.

“They can stay, I trust them.” You declare, Yelena had decided to remain outside before you could even ask her to come in.

Loki was going to be questioned when he came in later, already having Bucky and Steve here was enough to draw attention.

Darcy goes through the folders set down by Scott, humming when she reaches the one she desired.

“Some of these images may be disturbing, they may remind you of what occurred and what you went through. Gentlemen, these may be triggering for you as well. We have a clinical psychologist on standby, please do not hesitate to let us know.” She offers a small smile, the three of you nod.

Spreading the images out, you feel the wave of nausea. It isn’t the same pictures as Alexander had sent, these are the ones Dr. Cho took, of your injuries.

Bruised back, cheek bone, and wrists.

Cut along the bruise on your cheekbone.

Bite marks on your shoulder. Indents of his teeth.

You shudder, reaching for their hands. Steve and Bucky grasp your hand each.

Then the picture of the broken skin along your tattoo.

Bucky’s gaze hardens and jaw visibly clenches harder, his hold on your hand remains soft, caring, a stark contrast to the rage within him.

“Now, do you remember how you got any of these?” Darcy breaks the silence.

You reach forward tapping the wrists and cheekbone and tattoo’s images.

“I remember bits and pieces, I don’t know why. I know Alexander slapped me or backhanded me several times. It was a mix to get me to comply. Brock held down my wrists first because I was moving too much? Then I felt sort of numb? We were on the ground when he took my fingers in his mouth, while he was threatening James and Steve.” Your grip on their palms tightens.

“It's okay, I know it is hard and you’re doing really well.” Scott gives you an encouraging smile, “We’ll help you understand why your memory feels that way.”

He takes out another paper from a different folder.

“This is your blood report, you were administered with a sedative, but you were given a conscious sedation. The water tested came back positive for Rohypnol,” scott concludes.

Bucky closes his eyes, “He planned it all didn’t he?”

“Of course he did, he wanted to cover all fucking bases.” Steve seethes, his gaze flickers to Andy as he notes down further points to have their case remain stronger.

“The drug laced water caused your initial bout of delirium, you couldn’t walk properly, the dizziness you reported. Your memory gaps are likely because of it.” Darcy explains looking right at you.

Scott gestures to the picture of your right forearm, two small puncture wounds.

“We also found a mix of other sedatives and drugs in your system, which explains the puncture wounds caused by injections. Likely the ones that caused your physical movements to shut down to get you to comply.” Scott taps the paper where the complicated drug name is written.

“Are you having any symptoms?” He looks up from the paper.

“Nausea, I threw up a few times last night… Sleep isn't that great either but it hardly has been since the past few weeks.” You shrug, “I can’t stomach heavy food yet, soup and crackers or toast is the way right now, nothing too um cheesy, Bucky tried giving me ice cream, it’s a thing we do on hard days… I cried when I couldn’t stomach that either.” you wince.

Bucky nods, the memory flashing in his mind he thought you were crying out of panic but the tears came about because a comfort moment you shared with him was ruined. He assured you, he said it would be okay the two of you would be eating ice cream in no time as he held you.

“Understandable it’s been under forty eight hours still, that should pass but it’s better you progress with food over another two days.” Darcy collects the images back, tucking them into the folder.

Andy places three envelopes on the table, the two agents look at him.

“They received gifts.” He gestures with his head to the envelopes.

“Simultaneously, this morning at around eleven.” Matt adds, he tilts his head as they put on gloves and go through the pictures.

Darcy looks up at Steve and Bucky.

“You realise these implicate the two of you for illegal substance abuse.” She quirks a brow.

“We were hoping in exchange for this further evidence to take down our favourite Hollywood biggie, we work out a deal for my clients.” Matt provides a charming smile when Darcy gives an exasperated sigh her eyes narrow into a mini glare.

“Now, Agent Lewis, I am playing nice and not the devil.” Matt quips, still smug.

“What are you proposing?” She twists her lips to one side.

“Full immunity, no charges against them for their substance abuse, yes they were stupid using these drugs before but a major part of it was forced.” Andy places the demand.

Scott shakes his head, “How do you both still face this asshole?”

“With a shit tonne of hatred.” Steve says.

“Massive self restraint.” Bucky adds.

“Put this into processing.” Darcy moves the envelopes towards Scott, he produces a larger evidence bag from his jacket.

“I dabble in magic.” Scott chuckles seeing your surprise.

“That's cool.” You say amused, he flicks his wrist and a flower appears, he hands it to you. You laugh.

“My daughter loves it when I have tricks up my sleeve.” Scott grins as you give a chuckle, “Only she has the best sense of humour.”

Steve rolls his eyes, Andy kicks him from under the table, the two brothers scowl at each other.

Bucky catches the exchange, he only smiles looking at the smile gracing your features.

“I can offer no charges, I, however, require full cooperation.” Darcy looks at everyone, “This case is high stakes, I want this man behind bars as much as you. If you have secrets, know they will come out since we will pry into everything.” She warns.

“You do what you need to, I don’t care if I have to spy on him for you.” Bucky leans forward, “He took from me, I’m not letting him take from her or take her away.” His voice is laced with emotion despite the cold front he’s putting up.

“I appreciate the sentiment, Mr. Barnes. However, this doesn’t work easily like the movies.” Darcy taps the table, “He’s declared to harm the two of you in case Y/N blows the whistle on him. Her case is as sensitive as yours, she’s unfortunately got more to lose than a man. Your need for vengeance and justice is understood and felt. He’s a vile man. My team and I will not rest till we get him.”

“If I may?” Matt requests the floor.

“By all means.” Darcy offers the floor.

“I understand the emotional response. I truly do, Agent Lewis is correct in heeding you both not to react emotionally.” Matt’s opened palm gestures to Steve and Bucky.

Both of them scowl.

“You need to understand, if this goes south, if he catches a whiff. There is no prediction of his reaction and how severe it will be.” He concludes.

“Which means no disrespectful comments or egging him on, or any of the other stupidity.” Andy looks at his brother then Bucky.

They nod.

“It applies to you too, Y/N.” Andy turns his gaze to you, it’s softer almost reminding you of Steve’s gaze.

You nod, “Understood.”

“He may ask you to do things for him, to blackmail you. Remember to record these conversations. The state of New York allows recording conversations if one party is consenting.” Darcy informs you.

“Preferably record videos so it proves you are not tampering with evidence.” Scott adds.

You look towards Andy and Matt.

“It’s our best effort to pin blackmail on him.” Matt purses his lips then sighs, “I know you may not agree, you may want to retaliate but know that he is serious about these threats.”

Matt’s words leave a sour taste in Steve’s mouth. He knew first hand Alexander’s warnings should be heeded.

“We’ll comply.” He says, looking at you and Bucky, “We have to keep her safe.”

“We’re doing this for her.” Bucky’s words have you feeling some type of way.

“And for yourselves.” You remind him.

Steve gives you a half hearted smile, Bucky only looks down at your bandaged hand.

You’re exhausted as you lay in your bed. They made you recount the whole ordeal again. Your fingertips brush over your cheeks, how do you still have tears left? The night was restless; you wondered if asking Bucky to stay over would have helped.

Sighing you make your way to your door then your mum's, you smile seeing her asleep. No marker’s of pain on her face.

Grabbing your laptop you make your way to the hall then pause blinking at the people sitting and grinning at you.

Loki, Ace, Steve, Yelena, Natasha, Angel, Sam and Bucky.

The small table is covered with food, different take out boxes and soda cans, and a laptop is connected to the TV. Brooklyn Nine Nine is lined up to play. You look from the screen to them, tears brimming your eyes.

“I love you all.” You set your laptop down, they all lunge forward enveloping you in a group hug.

“We love you too.” Yelena smiles, you beam brightly at her.

The group settles into a comfortable rhythm, soft laughter, food being shared. You’re sitting between Yelena and Ace. Loki and Bucky joking around, Steve laughing at their antics. He’s still getting used to Loki being hot and cold but he knows he deserves it.

When the call button chimes, Natasha and you help your mom on to her wheelchair and bring her out. Bucky switches out to Nailed It pressing play. They fill her plate with food that isn’t spicy and take turns helping her eat.

You end up taking so many pictures, your heart full as well as your belly. It’s unsaid but you can feel the love of this small family you’ve found amidst the chaos.

Your mother meets your gaze after she looks at everyone laughing along the episode. Dessert was eaten and now a comfortable silence envelopes only broken by the laughter and occasional joke.

She gives you a beaming smile. Her hand reaches for yours, you grasp it between both of yours, it’s warm, you smile.

“I used to worry, of how I could leave you all alone.” She says misty eyed, you’re about to protest, but she stops you by raising her other hand.

“I used to, then I worried more after your dad’s accident.” She continues then looks around the room once again. Everyone meets her gaze, Steve pauses the episode.

“I see now though you’ve found a family for yourself.” She smiles, “I don’t need to worry anymore.”

“We’ll take care of her.” Natasha says, the others nod in agreement.

“I know you will, and she will take care of you when you need her too.” Your mother smiles, running her palm over your head.

“She takes care of us all already.” Bucky admits, “You’ve raised her so well.” he praises making her smile.

“You do realise that makes us all your kids right?” Loki grins cheekily. Steve nods, “I agree.”

“I do think you’re the best mom.” Ace adds, grinning.

“Yelena and I can have the papers drafted.” Natasha laughs when you shoot her a look.

“Oh don’t worry she won’t adopt Bucky.” She teases you, Bucky’s cheeks tinge pink.

“Nat.” He groans as everyone laughs at his expense, he meets your eyes from across the room.

“We’ll make her your mom in some way.” You tease him, hinting at the future you do see.

“I love you.” He says, making your own cheeks warm.

“I love you too.” You say to him.

Everyone coos at the two of you.

@/godofmischief: [uploads story to instagram]

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@/lokiismybabie: HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK @/ithinkimetbucky LOOK WHAT LOKI UPLOADED THEN DELETED HOLY SHIT.

[ attached screenshot, image from Y/N’s house, Angel, Sam, Loki, Bucky, Y/N, her Mother, Steve, Yelena, Natasha gathered around the couch, smiling at the camera, captioned: ‘we all got adopted today – found family’ ]

@/ithinkimetbucky: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THEY ALL ARE FRIENDS AND HOLY SHIT BUCKY AND Y/N ARE SO CUTE HER HEAD RESTING ON HIS SHOULDER– @/buckymademelikebooks GET ONLINE NOW

@/buckymademelikebooks: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT WAIT IS THAT A CUT ON HER CHEEK OH FUCK?

@/buckymademelikebooksmore: guys my account was deleted @/ithinkimetbucky where did the tweets go?

@/ithinkimetbucky: @/buckymademelikebooksmore girl get on IG DMs lemme explain there what we’re theorising

@.y/nwrites: hi guys, i know there was a picture uploaded by loki it was supposed to be on his private instagram stories and we’ve all been there with the wrong upload lol. The reason I'm coming on is because several people are speculating about several things and I just want to clear up a few things:

A. I got into a little mishap on the stairs of my apartment complex which led to my injuries, I've been told to rest for recovery. No broken bones so that is great,

B. My found family is taking care of me and mom and we’re so thankful for them,

C. Also thank you to my readers and everyone who messaged to check in on me i’m so thankful for you all as well and as a treat I wanted to release Rhys’ extended point of view of planning the recreation of their first date night together in the same place (basically how he got the flowers) so check your inboxes a link should be there and if not you can sign up to gain exclusive access!

Thank you, I love you all!!!!!!!

@/ithinkimetbucky: @/buckymademelikebooksmore so guess the theory was wrong…

@/buckymademelikebooksmore: i’m so glad she’s okay and has people taking care of her, was so worried sick!

@/buckymademelikebooks: woohoo my account was reinstated!!!!!!!!!

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Author Y/N Spotted Outside Since Bombshell Announcement to Support Dolores’ Return

Fans Not Happy About Return Start Petition On Website Again!

Natasha Romanoff and Y/N Y/L/N Spotted Arguing Outside SHIELD Building, The Director Leaves The Author In Tears.

Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers Come Together For Charity Marathon, Seems Being Found Family Of Y/N Mended The Friendship.

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The Grass Is Always Greener

Frankie "Catfish" Morales X Actress!Reader Past! Actor!Bucky Barnes X Actress!Reader

Bucky had torn your life apart piece by piece, the day you're finally sick of being nothing more than his puppet you decide to leave, is it true when they say the grass is greener on the other side?

a/n:y'all this fic has consumed my every waking thought lmao, I've had this idea for WEEKS and just finally got the time to sit down and write. as always feedback is highly appreciated, if you like my work and would like to request something my inbox is open, the list of characters i wrote for is on my masterlist(except Eddie, I think that was a one off)but alas here we are! WARNINGS:mentions of drug use, infedelity, Bucky being VERY OOC(it only worked in the fic if he was OOC so bear with me), Frankie being soft as a marshmallow wc:7,788

Bucky Barnes was a man sought after, someone you had watched from the sidelines for years, wondering when it would finally be your turn. Had you known he was going to slide up to your side, whispering sweet nothings until you gave in and accepted the date. Which didn’t take much thought on your end, not when those piercing blue eyes were staring back at your own. He’d been the perfect boyfriend, showing you off to the paparazzi each time they tried to corner the pair of you. The topic of marriage and children was constantly thrown at the pair of you, would you finally get married? Have a few children that would end up growing up and become actors like yourselves?

You refused to answer anyone about your future with Bucky, hell you were unsure if things would work out yourself. You were both actors, choosing a life in front of the camera wasn’t always the easiest. Bucky would have time off when you were filming, and vice versa. There were a few times you’d both had a few weeks off together, running off to spend what little time you had. Of course that was until Bucky stopped answering your calls or texts, instead choosing to stay out with his friends and party all night.

His face would be plastered all over the internet, his hands roaming all over some other woman’s body while he stumbled drunkenly down the street. The drugs were more evident, white powder underneath his nose, pupils blown wide as he smiled in each new photo. The girls tagged him every time he went out, bragging about how good of a night they spent with him. Bucky lied, acting like you were talking crazy instead of admitting to being unfaithful, as if the proof wasn’t right in front of your face.

His agent had sent him to rehab, only for him to sign himself back out the same day, in the club the very same night. It was slowly starting to tear you apart, lying to your friends that you were doing just fine when you clearly weren’t. His friends had made snide comments, posting instagram stories with different pictures of Bucky with even more women. They knew all about his cheating, and encouraged every bit of it from day one.

You’d been subtle about wanting to leave, to break off the relationship without it blowing up in your face. Of course that was never how things worked out, was it? Bucky took the breakup a lot harder than you’d expected, he nearly tore apart his apartment while blaming you. He’d treated you like nothing but scum on the bottom of his shoe, and yet you were the bad guy? After posting that you two were going to take a small break, everyone started to side with Bucky, saying that you were clearly only with him for his fame. It was downright disgusting, you had more acting credits and awards than Bucky could even blink at, and yet you were the bad guy.

“It’s not fair! I have been nothing but faithful our entire relationship while you’re out fucking every woman who throws themselves your way!” You were sick and tired of being beaten down by Bucky, by the people he called his friends.

“And yet you’re the one who wants to leave! Don’t come crying to me when they say the things about you,” Bucky snarled, ready to rip the clothes out of your grip as you stuffed your suitcase full.

Bucky’s cat, or better named his agent's cat seeing as Tony was the only person to ever actually take care of the poor animal, was sitting on the windowsill, watching you two argue. Alpine was the only reason you hadn’t caused a scene, you weren’t going to do that to an innocent animal. The only person who deserved to deal with Bucky’s consequences was himself, no one else.

“I am leaving James, I am fucking leaving this hell hole and going where no one can find me,” Now that might have been a small white lie, you weren’t entirely sure where you were going to go yet.

Bucky reached over to grab your arm, frowning harder as you pulled away just out of his reach, he wouldn’t put his hands on you ever again.

“If you lay so much as one hand on me I will tell everyone about what happened in Cancun,” It was a low blow, something that had been a complete accident.

His face went white as a ghost, you’d really hold over his head the fact that he’d knocked up two different women in Cancun, and told them both to get abortions because he “didn’t want to ruin his life”. Now it would only slow him down for a week, he’d be back doing the same exact thing before anyone could even hold him accountable.

“You have no right, Tony helped keep those girls silent anyway, bringing it up will just look bad on you anyway,” Bucky smirked, almost proud of himself for finding a way around your little ‘trick’.

“You really think Tony convinced two different women to terminate their pregnancy knowing full well they could get a DNA test and prove to the world that you’re the dad? Be real James,” You zipped the suitcase closed, pulling it off the bed and dragging it out towards the living room.

Bucky didn’t need to know you were lying, didn’t need to know the actual truth about the two girls he’d left behind after a three month bender. The girls had gotten plenty of money, living lavish lifestyles while Bucky was none the wiser.

“If you take one step out of that door, I will make sure your career is ruined,” You knew it wasn’t an empty threat, Bucky never hesitated to try and take out the people who’d wronged him. How were you even considered an exception?

“Go ahead, I don’t need this life anymore,” You felt lighter after leaving, the weight on your shoulders suddenly gone as you headed down to the busy streets outside.

Everything after that was a blur, getting into the taxi with your bags, uttering out the name for LAX. The driver didn’t try to make small talk, something you were beyond thankful for as talking was the last thing you wanted to do. He got a generous tip out of you, thanking you before driving off to help anyone else who might need it. The airport was busy, as you had expected considering it was LA and was always crazy.

The woman who’d handed you the plane ticket looked as if she was trying not to fangirl, keeping her composure as she printed the ticket, waiting for your credit card to be approved before handing it over. Normally you would’ve offered to take a photo with them, but after the nightmare that was dealing with Bucky, you couldn’t risk it.

“Where the hell am I even going again?” You muttered glancing down at the ticket in your hand, Tampa, Florida.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been there before, had you ever gone? Surely there had been some movie that you filmed, or even a tv show. Maybe it would be more serene in Florida, at least in your hotel room away from Bucky and his bullshit. Even having nothing more than a few days off would be absolute heaven, no one to scream in your face about the next upcoming project.

Your phone had been off from the moment you left Bucky’s apartment(you had packed the few things you’d left at his home, not even caring that the luggage you currently had was his), it was nice not having to worry. The pilot's voice came over the intercom, letting everyone know they were going to be landing soon. The stewardess’ made their final rounds before seating themselves, getting ready to land and help everyone off the plane.

It would definitely do some good, the air in LA was too smoggy, wrapping around you like a thick wool blanket. Of course that wasn’t to say Florida would be any better, it could be worse for all you knew. It didn’t matter though, as long as you could just destress and deal with everything later that was all that mattered. The plane's wheels hit the tarmac, bringing you back to reality as you glanced around at everyone else.

After grabbing your suitcase and backpack you made your way off the plane, ready to get to a hotel that had an available room, something that would suffice. Thankfully there were plenty of hotel rooms for rent, according to the listings you’d seen online. You didn’t hesitate to head out to one of the ones nearby, paying the taxi driver handsomely and heading into the prestige building. It felt selfish, you were tempted to tell the concierge to bill Bucky for the entire trip, lord knows he could afford a few thousand dollars.

Your bags dropped off in the room, you headed out to see what the town had to offer, maybe a coffee would be good, something comforting. The air was thick, not as bad as back home which you were thankful for. It was nearing November though, so maybe that explained the lack of humidity in the air, the way you could breathe so easily. Things were finally looking up, Bucky would soon be a distant memory.

Of course that was before you collided with a very firm chest, nearly falling back onto your ass before two hands wrapped around your waist pulling you flush to said chest. A little girl right next to you and the stranger was laughing, her smile was wide, the sound catching the attention of passerby’s.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry, I hadn’t been paying attention to where I was going, Ava get over here please,” The man gently let go of your arms, making sure that you could stand on your own before taking a couple steps back.

Ava, the little girl he’d addressed just moments ago, clung to the man’s side, hiding her face in his stomach. If you didn’t know any better you would say she was nervous, though the man in front of you seemed even moreso.

“Don’t apologize, I wasn’t paying attention either, my heads been up in the clouds all day,” You hadn’t wanted to admit that you were running away because of your ex, it felt weird to tell a stranger.

“Still, let me get you a coffee as an apology, please,” You’d wanted to say no, to tell this stranger that you were perfectly fine, but something about his gaze was tearing down the walls you’d built up over the years.

Ava peaked around the man whose name you still hadn’t learned, people grumbled angrily as they walked around the three of you. This was starting to look a little embarrassing, soon enough someone was going to start a fight.

“Sorry! Names Frankie, I should’ve led with that,” Frankie’s laugh was contagious, bringing out a laugh of your own.

“Nice to meet you Frankie, and Ava,” You knelt down til you were eye level with the little girl, waiting to see if she would be comfortable enough to talk to you.

Frankie mirrored your position, whispering something to the young girl before nudging her towards you. Ava lifted her gaze until it landed on yours, her eyes held all the wonder in the world.

“Are you miss Sarah from Sesame Street?” That was one of your absolute favorite roles, getting to be in a show that helped influence kids in a healthy way.

“Yes I am, it’s nice to meet you miss Ava,” You couldn’t stop smiling, this day was getting better by the second.

You talked with Ava for a few more minutes, remembering that you were indeed still in the middle of the sidewalk. Maybe it would be better to get that coffee that Frankie was offering. You slipped your hand into your pocket, powering on your phone before straightening back up to acknowledge Frankie. Your phone started going off immediately, buzzing incessantly in your pocket.

“I’ll take up your offer on that coffee, if you don’t mind,” Frankie held out his free arm, keeping Ava tucked into his side.

“Let’s go darling,” You wrapped an arm around the one Frankie had extended, letting the taller man lead the way.

You sighed softly, this wasn’t exactly how you’d planned for your day to go, but there were definitely worse things that could happen. Mainly Bucky airing out all of your dirty laundry after you fled from LA to the humid air of Tampa, Florida. Well, that was a lie, you were thankful that you’d accidentally run into Frankie that fateful day. His daughter had been the first person to recognize you, starring in one of her favorite tv shows she stood frozen staring at you.

He had tried to keep his cool, reining his daughter in so she wasn’t announcing to everyone within a hundred yards of who you were. It was sweet. Which was why you’d accepted Frankie’s offer of getting a coffee. He’d nearly knocked you flat on your ass, trying to pay more attention to his daughter who was holding his hand as if it were her lifeline. She whispered her name after Frankie nudged her towards you gently, of course he introduced himself right after. You were smitten within those first few seconds, from the way little Ava bounced excitedly, to the way Frankie and you had locked eyes.

Ava had dragged you over to a table while Frankie offered to get the drinks and snacks, mainly a cookie and a cup of milk for Ava, and a couple of coffees for you and him. You had been trying to avoid looking at social media at all costs, leaving your poor agent to deal with the havoc that Bucky was causing.

“Sorry about the wait ladies, the line was longer than I had anticipated,” Frankie set down the drinks, followed by Ava’s two cookies. She waited patiently for Frankie to slide everything over to her.

“Such a well behaved daughter, definitely gets it from you,” You giggled as Frankie’s cheeks flamed up, he hadn’t been flirted with in so long.

Frankie plopped down opposite you, letting out a groan when his knees had cracked as he sat down in the chair. It nearly made you burst out laughing, it was just such a dad thing for him to do.

“I’m sure you’ve already heard all the dirty details of why i’m out here,” You grimaced, pulling your cup closer to the edge of the table.

“If you couldn’t tell from my amazing good looks, and my little girl right here, I don’t use social media except to post pics of her,” Frankie gestured with his left hand to Ava who was breaking off small bits of her cookie to eat.

Frankie helped her sip the milk, making sure she didn’t spill any of it onto her shirt or pants. He had been carrying a bag with a few of her things in it, but none of those were clothes. Ava had gotten better at drinking from cups without a straw, and this was the first real test. You watched the pair with what could be considered lovestruck eyes. He was so gentle with her, never rushing her when she wanted to take her time.

Frankie noticed the children's area tucked in the back corner of the cafe, the many array of books and crayons splayed out caught his attention for more than one reason. Ava had more energy than Frankie could handle at times, and if this helped keep her distracted, well maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Why don’t you go play in the corner sweetheart? We’re going grocery shopping after here and I know you’re not the biggest fan of that,” Your heart soared, was it destiny that brought the two of you together?

“Okay daddy,” Ava scooted off her chair slowly, running off towards the small play area the moment her feet hit the ground. Frankie had a perfect view of her, and would be able to easily hold conversation with you.

You couldn’t keep your mouth shut, spilling all the dirty details of how horribly you were treated by Bucky, the way his friends would hide him sneaking off with multiple women. It didn’t get by everyone, anyone with a smartphone and a social media account would snap a pic and upload it immediately. It was when you found out he’d been sleeping with his ex that you took off, locking up your apartment and getting on the first plane out of California.

You were mainly thankful you and Bucky hadn’t moved in together, mainly on his insistence that the two of you worked too much to see one another right now. How could someone lie so often that they couldn’t even tell the truth anymore? He was on a smearing campaign because you hadn’t returned his calls, meanwhile there were pictures of him practically fucking women in public.

“Bucky was the first person to really try and get to know me, had I known who he truly was deep down I would’ve never accepted that date from him,” You had hated the mere idea of ever speaking to him again, but you weren’t about to take this all lying down.

“He sounds like a grade A asshole if you ask me,” Frankie sipped at his coffee, eyes glancing between you and where Ava was.

You laughed, something you’d normally find mortifying had you let out the noise in public, but for once you actually felt happy. Here was this man you’d run into, literally, taking you out along with his daughter as a way to apologize and he helped you feel better than Bucky ever had. Maybe this was what you’d needed, not someone famous that the tabloids could exploit.

Your phone had been going off nearly nonstop, buzzing incessantly as you had gone about your day before running into Frankie and Ava. You had been fighting every single urge to take out your phone and see what was going on, what else had Bucky said?

“I am so sorry, do you mind if I turn my phone off? It’s been going off like crazy for the last hour and I can’t stand it anymore,” You didn’t want Frankie to think you were annoyed with him, but jeez did that phone need to simply cease to exist.

“No problem, go right ahead,” Frankie had leaned back in his seat, eyes landing back on Ava as she colored in a picture.

Neither of you could tell what it was from the table, but right now your priority was turning off your phone until you were back in the hotel room. Now you were expecting a million different things, Bucky claiming that you had been the unfaithful one in the relationship, that you were off filming a new movie, but what you hadn’t expected were paparazzi shots of you with Frankie and Ava plastered all over his instagram stories.

This is the woman I thought I was giving my heart to, just shows you can’t trust anyone in Hollywood anymore these days. Your heart sank, was he really accusing you of having a double life? When the man in question couldn’t keep it in his pants longer than a few hours? In that moment your fear was no longer about your career, but about how this was going to affect Frankie and Ava, surely her mother would see this and end up trying to get custody again.

“We need to leave, right now,” Don’t start panicking, the last thing you need to do is cause a scene and make this entire situation worse.

“What’s going on?” Frankie knew body language, he didn’t spend years in the army to be blind to someone’s anxiety spiking.

“There’s photos of us all over the internet, my ex is trying to say I was leading a double life and that Ava’s secretly my daughter,” You felt sick, wiping your hands off on your pants as you stood up.

Frankie got out of his chair, going over to grab Ava so you could all sneak out of the cafe and get somewhere safer and more private. The photos had been when you’d first run into one another, nothing recent from your time in the cafe. Once Frankie had Ava in his arms you grabbed a hold of Frankie’s coat and nearly ran out of the cafe.

“Daddy? What’s going on?” Ava was oblivious, something you and Frankie were both beyond thankful for.

“We’re gonna get pizza for dinner instead of going to the store tonight, okay sweetheart?” Ava squealed happily, clearly excited at the idea of getting pizza for dinner.

The three of you didn’t stop until you reached Frankie’s car, slipping into the passenger seat as he loaded Ava into the back, making sure she was buckled before shutting her door and getting in himself. There was no going back from this, you’d have to make a statement telling everyone the truth, and there was no way they’d ever believe you. Bucky was a master manipulator, he’d convince everyone that you were truly the liar and that he was innocent. It didn’t matter how much evidence was stacked against him, no one ever believed the woman.

“Hey, it’ll be okay, I can assure you Ava’s mom isn’t going to freak out because the tabloids tried saying you were her mom, trust me,” Frankie was doing everything he could to comfort you, though he felt as if he was doing a terrible job at the moment.

You smiled softly at him, resting against the window as he drove down the busy streets. He’d mentioned that he and Ava lived on the outskirts, more towards the suburbs where it was less noisy. Maybe that’s why you’d felt so uncomfortable once you’d landed, the sound of the city felt too much like LA, the reminder of why you’d left in the first place. What would their house be like? Was it small and cozy, or more open where Ava could run around for hours without getting tired?

Frankie parked outside of a cozy looking home, slipping out of the truck to grab his daughter and head inside. He didn’t want to rush, or pressure you until you felt comfortable enough to leave. You’d clearly been through a lot and there would be nothing worse than pushing you into entering a stranger's house when you were stressed.

“We’re gonna give our guest some space okay sweetheart? She’s a little stressed and needs to relax, okay?” Frankie knew Ava wouldn’t overwhelm you, the girl was too smart for her own good, thanks to Frankie of course.

“Okay daddy, can we still get pizza?” He’d promised her at the coffee shop, and he was going to follow through.

Frankie called in to the restaurant, ordering a couple appetizers as well just in case you were hungrier than he anticipated. He didn’t want to make any assumptions, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Plus who doesn’t like cold pizza anyway? He’d eat it for lunch the other day.

You walked into the house slowly, taking in the decor that made up the Morales home. It was nice, had a homey feel that brought a warmth to your chest. Houses in LA never felt like this, with the cold air, and the even colder walls. This was a true home. No wonder Frankie seemed so friendly, his daughter much the same way.

“I ordered some pizza and other food, didn’t know how hungry you were,” Realistically you were exhausted, from the jet lag that was suddenly hitting you, to the realization of what you’d done.

“I am pretty hungry actually, I didn’t exactly eat before flying out here,” All you’d had since arriving was the cup of coffee Frankie had ordered you.

Frankie opened his mouth to respond, a loud knocking on the door interrupting him before he could say anything. He apologized before heading over and opening to see who it was, he’d had a thought to slam the door before realizing it was just Santi standing on the other side. He looked downright nervous, shit had he seen the photos online?

“Santiago, what’s going on?” Frankie tried to keep you hidden with his body, maybe the other man would leave before he realized you were inside. “Really? That’s how you want to start this conversation? I see photos of you plastered online hanging out with Y/N fucking Y/L/N, and that’s how you address this?” Santi didn’t seem angry more than he seemed exasperated.

Frankie sighed, pushing the door open further to reveal you standing in the living room talking with Ava, your head thrown back with a laugh. There was a conversation he wasn’t a part of but it looked like things hadn’t exploded too badly. Santi pushed past him gently, not wanting to catch your attention seeing as you were doing everything you could to make Ava laugh.

“She wouldn’t even let me hold her without crying for months, and yet here she is making a brand new friend,” Santi turned to face Frankie, hoping for some kind of explanation.

Frankie, under the pressure of his best friend's intense stare, spilled everything, from accidentally running into you, to finding out about what your ex had been posting online. It was as if the damn holding everything back had given way. He’d tell Benny, and Will later in the groupchat to help keep them up to date.

“That sounds much more lame than what I’d pictured on the drive over here,” Santi snickered at Frankie’s expression.

“Now that’s just insulting, it’s not everyday my daughter meets one of her idols,” Frankie took a quick glance at you and Ava, smiling softly to himself.

Santi knew right away his best friend was smitten with you, it was written all over his face as he watched you interact with Ava. Frankie had never let anyone else get close to Ava, not unless he felt things between them could be serious enough. No one ever came close to that, not until today.

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna make sure she stays safe, from what I’ve been reading poor girls been through enough as it is,” Santi had such a bleeding heart, whether it was his friends, or his goddaughter, he was going to do whatever it took to make sure everyone was happy and safe.

Frankie knew better than to thank him, Santi would just brush off his woes and go on about his day as if this were just another Tuesday for him. If word got to the Miller brothers who knows what kind of havoc they were going to cause. It was all fine though, everything was going to work out and be just fine.

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You watched horrified as Bucky spewed nothing but lies on the late night talk show, claiming you had run off with Frankie, hiding a secret family with the man. How the hell could one person be such an asshole? Well, that didn’t narrow it down when most men in Hollywood would rather treat everyone they came into contact with like shit. Bucky had been so different in the beginning, but once his true colors came out you weren’t surprised to find out the truth. Frankie took everything in stride, laughing at the paparazzi when they tried to snap pictures of him.

He refused to tell the tabloids anything, arms full of bags as he bought enough food to feed a small army. Santi, Will, and Benny had all made themselves comfortable in his house while you were there. Frankie offered the spare bedroom the moment he found out you were spending money on a hotel room you didn’t plan on staying in. You refused at first, telling Frankie that you didn’t want to take up too much of his space.

“You’re wasting money on a hotel, plus Ava likes having you around when I have to go to work, it’s a total win,” Frankie held his hands up, feigning innocence.

You couldn’t deny him after that, checking out at the hotel and putting your things into the spacious guest room. Ava had snuck into your room the next morning, whispering that her daddy was downstairs making breakfast for everyone. Santiago was still snoring on the couch, the two Miller brothers already gone for work.

“Ava leave our guest alone! If you’re going to bother anyone bother Uncle Santi, lord knows he shouldn’t be sleeping still,” Frankie flipped over another pancake, beaming proudly when it wasn’t burnt.

Cooking for himself had been easy, but cooking for multiple people was a bigger task he hadn’t anticipated. Ava wasn’t too picky, choosing easy things he could make, or even a bowl of cereal before sending her off to pre-school while he went to work. Now with you, and the other three, staying at his house he’d started planning differently. Ava was reveling in the fact her dad was cooking everyday, eating until her belly was full and crawling all over her uncle.

“I have the day off, I told my boss I had some things I need to work through and I’ll be back next week.” You’d told Frankie not to worry about you during the days he was gone, that you could handle being alone for a few hours.

That was before the other three had moved themselves in, Santiago making his presence known right away. Man was a bigger flirt than any man you’d ever met before. Frankie hadn’t taken kindly to Santi getting friendly with you, especially if you didn’t plan on staying. Will had been a little apprehensive, feeling you out to see what your intentions were. Benny welcomed you with open arms, claiming you were already officially part of the family.

“You didn’t have to do that, I would’ve been fine hanging out with Ava for a couple of hours,” You had taken her to preschool a few times over the last few weeks.

Frankie was thankful for it, especially the days he’d accidentally overslept and was running late for work, Santi was usually yelling at him for oversleeping too, blaming Frankie for why they were both about to be late. Santiago had a perfectly good phone to set for his alarms, but of course he was going to blame Frankie.

“Yeah, but with you talking about doing that instagram thing, I’ll be able to keep Ava busy so she isn’t too loud,” Oh, that’s right.

You had planned on doing an Instagram live, telling everyone the truth with all the screenshots and photos to back you up. They didn’t need to know about the man you were currently residing with, or the fact that you had slowly started to fall in love with him. It didn’t take much for your heart to soar when you were alone together, Frankie asking things about your life no one ever had before. It was genuine interest whenever you sat together late at night, sitting together with a plate of cookies between you.

“I’m not even sure I want to go through with it anymore, he’s still trying to go on a smear campaign,” There was a chance this could all blow up in your face, that no one would believe you and would in turn take Bucky’s side in all of this.

“That’s because he’s trying to save his own ass, doesn’t want everyone to know he’s a piece of shit,” Frankie knew everything, your talk in the coffee shop was just a small drop in the ocean of memories.

Frankie had wanted to fly to LA and beat the man black and blue for how he had treated you, downright disgusted by the other man's actions. You convinced him to stay home, that Ava didn’t need her dad getting arrested so far from home. He had relented after a few minutes, taking in your words and realizing that you were ultimately right. That didn’t mean he kept his mouth shut online, he was careful not to say anything that could do any damage.

“Let’s just hope Santi’s not snoring in the background, lord knows he’s louder than a damn chainsaw,” Frankie snickered to himself, finishing up the last of the pancakes.

That seemed to wake up the other man, stretching along the couch before standing up with a long drawn out groan. Frankie still didn’t understand why he took the couch when there was a perfectly good bed in the bedroom downstairs. You were in the room next to Ava’s which conveniently was right across from Frankie’s.

“I know you’re talking shit Morales, don’t make me fight you,” Santi’s voice was thick with sleep, body moving lethargically as he made his way into the kitchen.

Ava was already in her seat, waiting patiently for Frankie to cut up her pancakes so she could eat. Santi made himself a plate, piling the pancakes til they looked ready to fall over onto the floor beneath him.

“Save some for the guest! Goddamn man,” Frankie had been teaching Ava how to speak Spanish from the day she was born, so unfortunately being around Santi brought out the worst in him.

He wasn’t about to start teaching Ava how to swear in Spanish solely so he could yell at his best friend without you knowing what he was saying. It worked in his favor sometimes, Ava curled up in your lap while Frankie and Santi had an intense conversation in a language you hopefully didn’t understand.

“You made plenty Frankie, thank you by the way,” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, grabbing a plate to get yourself some of the delicious looking pancakes.

Frankie stood frozen where he was, cheeks heating up as realization dawned on him, you’d kissed him, or his cheek at least. He had been so nervous to overstep his boundaries, and here you were kissing his cheek as if you didn’t care. Santiago caught the look on his face, smirking before stuffing his mouth full of pancake. He’d definitely be grilling his friend about you even harder.

“I called my agent last night and told her what I planned on doing, she’s in full support,” You were nervous, downright terrified at the thought of millions of people watching the live.

“You’re going to do great, I believe in you,” Frankie’s face was still flushed, plating up some pancakes for himself.

The rest of breakfast went off without a hitch, Frankie telling Ava that they were going to head out while you did your live and get groceries for the week. Santiago offered to go with them, wanting to give you as much privacy as they could allow. It was the nicest gesture you’d had in a while, save for cashiers not outright screaming when you went off into the real world. Once Frankie had gotten the dishes washed, and Ava ready, plus himself, they headed out. It was finally time to face your biggest fear.

The camera was set up, you were streaming from your laptop so you could have your phone available in case you needed it for whatever reason. The timer counted down as you watched nervously, the word LIVE flashing for a brief moment before the viewers started to skyrocket. You were at nearly two million viewers within the first minute. You started off slow, anyone who’d seen your movies or shows would know who you were, but dammit you didn’t want to ruin this. Everyone deserves to know who the real Bucky Barnes was, a narcissistic asshole that wanted nothing more than to cause pain to everyone he came into contact with.

“That’s why I left, why I haven’t been posting on my socials in weeks. I understand that by letting him say the things he did that everyone is going to have their opinion about me, and I’m setting the record straight,” The words flowed like water, you held up page after page of evidence of his cheating, drug use, and downright foul behavior.

Frankie watched for a few minutes, hiding in his truck as Santi took Ava into a bookstore, promising her a gift if she gave her daddy some alone time. She thought nothing of it, happily following behind her uncle into the store.

“I’ve been staying with someone since I got here, it had actually been an accident really, we ran into one another while going about our days. His daughter was so sweet, god I can still hear the way she laughed at the way her dad and I did this awkward tango,” You laughed breathily, face flushing for a brief moment at the memory.

“Bucky was already posting all of these lies about me, saying that I had been leading a double life with a man I’d met no more than an hour prior. I felt the need to protect them from Bucky’s hateful words, make sure his little girl didn’t see what was being said,” Your eyes lifted back to the camera.

Frankie felt captivated, it was almost as if he was hypnotized in that very moment, hanging onto every word you had to say. You’d already exposed your ex for the person he truly was, so where else could you go?

“I’ve got to know his daughter, his closest friends, but most of all I’ve gotten to know the man that helped me realize I truly deserved better,” Your eyes welled with tears, it made Frankie even more nervous, where were you going with this?

“As cliche as it sounds, I’ve fallen in love with him, someone who sees me as more than just a pretty face, or a famous name on a movie screen. And frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” You smirked, wiping away the tears that dripped onto your cheeks.

Frankie snickered to himself, heart pounding in his chest at the realization that you returned the feelings he had for you. There was no better feeling than what was currently rushing through his body, well maybe the first time he got to hold his daughter, but this was surely a close second.

“That’s all I have to say in this situation, I know exactly where I stand and I’ll be damned if I let a man take my life away from me, goodbye everyone,” The live ended, leaving Frankie’s screen black before he clicked out of the app.

Santiago gave it a few extra minutes before leaving the shop with Ava, hoisting the bag of books and toys she’d got higher up on his arm. He knew right away that Frankie was crying, unsure whether they were happy tears or not. Santi opened the door, letting Ava crawl into her seat and buckling her up nice and snug. Frankie wiped at his eyes, breath shuddering out of his chest as he glanced back at Ava.

“Did you have fun with uncle Santi in there?” Frankie could already see the amount of things Santi had bought, knowing just how whipped his friends were when it came to his daughter.

“Yeah! He got me so many books, and a new teddy bear!” Ava was kicking her feet excitedly, waving her arms as Santi got himself situated.

Frankie didn’t offer conversation, instead keeping quiet on the drive back to his house. Santi could only hope things were good, and that they weren’t about to walk into an active warzone. He spent way too many years in the army for his life to be ended because his best friend fell in love with a woman way too out of his league. Ava nearly threw herself out of the car the moment Frankie stopped, only stopping once Santi gave her hell.

Santi got out of the truck, grabbing Ava and her bag of goodies, leaving Frankie behind to think about his next course of action. You greeted Santi as he walked inside, setting Ava down so she could run off to play with her toys. Frankie took a deep breath, lifting his head high and heading inside to find you.

“Frankie I-” “I love you, I’ve wanted to say it for weeks, but I love you,” The words were out before Frankie could even think about stopping himself.

The smile that stretched across your face could light up the entire world, Frankie’s heart melted in his chest as he pulled you flush to his chest.

“I love you too Frankie, I’m sure you gathered that from watching my live,” You giggled into the fabric of his shirt, there was no other place you’d rather be in that moment.

“You told millions of people you loved me, there’s no taking it back,” Frankie pressed a kiss to your hair, tightening his grip for a brief moment.

Santi was secretly taking photos of the two of you, sending them off to the Miller brothers with the caption “about fucking time!”. What you guys didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you.

“Well Mr. Morales, I think it’s high time that I post an official picture of us,” You’d already deleted every piece of Bucky off of your social media, not wanting him to taint any part of you.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” Frankie pressed his lips to yours, listening as Santi swung himself around the corner to get a picture of the two of you.

You didn’t care at the moment, knowing full well the photos would make their rounds with the boys before it was officially posted by you. It would be a little while before you posted anything about Ava, not wanting to put her in the spotlight. Especially considering you had over twelve million followers on Instagram alone.

Frankie had posted the picture Santiago sent in the groupchat onto his personal instagram first, tagging you without a single fuck to give. You followed suit, posting two separate photos with equally cheesy captions so everyone knew you were serious. It took a little while before you felt comfortable posting Ava, Frankie of course in every picture with her. You’d made your own little family together, deciding to take a step back from acting and re-evaluate everything.

That was all derailed a few years later on Christmas, Ava had run into your and Frankie’s room screaming excitedly that “Santa came! Let’s go!”

You hadn’t wanted to leave the comfort of Frankie’s arms, muttering that it was much too comfortable to leave, and that Ava could wait a few more minutes. Frankie disputed that, you knew deep down you weren’t going to make Ava wait any longer than she had to. So with a groan and a stretch the two of you made your way down to the living room. Ava was patiently waiting for Frankie to separate the gifts, placing most of the pile in front of the young girl. Frankie didn’t hesitate to pile yours nice and high, raising a brow at his own decent pile.

“Go ahead sweetheart, your dad and I will open ours once you’ve opened all of yours,” Ava didn’t waste a single second, ripping open the colorful paper with the utmost glee.

She squealed at each gift, getting more excited with each one, until she got to her last gift and noticed it had your name on it.

“Wait to open that one until your dad opens his from me, it’ll be worth the wait I promise,” You didn’t wait before opening your own gifts, aweing at the framed photo of you, Frankie, and Ava.

The other gifts were so heartfelt you were ready to cry, each one warming your heart more and more. It wasn’t until you’d opened the last one, a hand covering your mouth as you looked down at the ring nestled in the velvet box. Frankie took your hand gently, sliding the ring onto your finger with a silent question in his eyes. You simply nodded, tears spilling down your cheeks as you hastily pressed your lips to his.

“Eww! No kissing,” Ava laughed, covering her eyes as you pulled away from Frankie.

“Sorry sweetheart, your daddy just gave me something very special,” You’d tell her all about it after Frankie opened his gifts.

He tore into his own while you and Ava watched, chuckling when he laid the new jacket you’d bought for him along the back of the couch. He’d been complaining how cold it was getting, so you got him a new jacket for when he had to work outside. Now he wouldn’t complain to Santi how he was “freezing his balls off” when they worked together. It wasn’t until he’d gotten to the last gift, a photo nestled inside the small box.

“Wait, is this what I think it is?” Frankie was slack jawed, watching as Ava tore into her own gift from you.

The shirt was a little too big, the front reading “Big sister!” in bright bold font. Ava knew right away what it meant, if her screams of joy that echoed through the house was any indicator. Frankie pulled you into a tight hug, tears of joy sliding down his cheek, letting Ava squirm into the embrace. You’d spill the news to everyone else later, let them know there would be an addition to the Morales family. Instagram, and twitter could definitely wait until you were showing, they didn’t deserve to know until you felt ready. Sure, you had plenty of good fans, but most of them showed their true colors during the Bucky fiasco.

“Why don’t we get some hot chocolate and relax before we have to go to the Millers later?” It was a Christmas tradition, something you’d done two years in a row.

Ava flung herself off the couch, trying to reach her favorite mug so Frankie could get started on his famous hot chocolate.

“Don’t be too long, the couch will get cold without you,” You smirked as Frankie raised a brow, heading into the kitchen to help his daughter.

Sure things could’ve been different had you not left when you did, but you were thankful for that day you’d stood up to Bucky, finally leaving a toxic situation that was slowly draining you. Frankie had helped you realize that you truly did deserve better, that not everyone you came into contact with had bad intentions. And here you were, a ring on your finger as the love of your life, and your step-daughter made her dads famous hot chocolate.

“Merry Christmas to me”

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