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[lokideservesahug]

Engineered Success

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Pairing: Peter 'Bono' Bonnington x reader

Warnings: The end could be read as suggestive I suppose? But not really just very fluffy

Notes: This is based off of this request. Also after watching the Silverstone GP, I now super need Lewis and Bono to say together forever and ever!!

Summary: The Silverstone GP is a great day for many. Especially Lewis Hamilton and those around him. Such as his race engineer and said race engineer's partner.

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You smile as you look at the sighs around you. Silverstone. Praised for having such an amazing, almost electric atmosphere. Despite the awful traffic you faced this morning, the atmosphere of the paddock still brings a smile to your face.

You walk through the doors of the Mercedes paddock and as soon as you spot your favourite person you break out into a slight sprint. "Roscoe!!" The dog in question happily jumps up at you as you call his name and you bend down to be on his level and start petting the extremely adorable dog.

A familiar laugh and voice fills your ears midway through Roscoe's attempt to give you a big, slobbery link. "Honestly, sometimes I think you love that dog more than you love me." You grin and glance up. "Don't be silly Bono. You should know that I definitely love this dog more then I love you." Your husband just rolls his eyes and you begin to stand up (not before delivering a final pet to Roscoe back. "Morning." You peck him on the cheek.

"Is that all I'm getting? A 'morning' and not even a small kiss?" You nod. "Well someone left without saying goodbye earlier." Bono just groans and leans in for another kiss, this time on your lips. Yet despite playing stubborn just a monet ago, you happily oblige his affection and easily melt into the kiss. A voice behind you breaks your moment. "Well it doesn't take you two long." You turn around and laugh at Lewis' words. "Don't be jealous. I hardly think you you to be greeted like that." Lewis pulls a toothy grin at you words and shakes his head. "No. You're right, I'm fine thanks. I am worried about how readily Roscoe ran to you again. I thought we sorted his favouritism issue out." You purse your lips and let out a long exhale. "Well I'm afraid he knows how to keep the best company." At the end of your sentence, a fan timidly approaches Lewis and your husband laughs at Lewis' words and takes the opportunity to fling his arm over your shoulder, easily maneuvering you inside as you hear more fans being let into the paddock.

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You'd been to many races before. You'd been to Silverstone before. But goodness if this last leg of the grand prix wasn't putting you on edge. Well obviously everyone in the garage was left rigid with anticipation at the moment. George had to retire a bit earlier which dampened the spirits of the people in the Mercedes garage to say the least. But now? Lewis was leading the last lap of the British GP, with Verstappen a good amount behind him. And as long as he was sensible and didn't end up turning into a wall at Brooklyns or anything like that, he had the win in the bag. More specifically his first win since 2021.

This is monumental.

You glance at your husband, his back curved. He's muttering through his headset words of encouragement to Lewis and as much as you want to keep staring at your husband, you feel like you're obligated to watch Lewis. You glance at the nearest screen to Peter (the one above his head) and wait anxiously.

And as soon as Lewis passes the finish line, the garage erupts. Everyone cheers instantly as soon as Lewis passes the chequered flag (and is that Sir Dr.Brian May waving it!?!?!) You feel people grab you into a gug and watch as people bring each others into handshakes and wet eyed embraces. Yet somehow, through all of the commotion, you still manage to focus on your husband's voice.

You watch with a happy smile as he terribly announces Lewis' win to the driver and at Lewis' choked up response you feel luke you're finally allowed to approach Bono. You walk up behind him and you only manage to gently place a hand on his shoulder before he is swiftly turning around and jumping towards you in a passionate kiss.

Now you love Peter. You've loved him for years. And your love life hasn't ever been uninteresting really. But you don't think you've ever had such an emotion filled, adrenaline ladened moment with yoir husband since probably your wedding day. You finally pull away and rest your foreheads together. "Well done." You manage to speak despite your voice cracking with sheer pride midway through.

Bono just smiles toothily at you and wraps his arms around you in a joyful embrace. He buries his face in your neck and kisses the line if your collarbone. "I couldn't have done this without you. Must be Mercedes' good luck charm eh?" You giggle at his words and go to respond but someone cuts across your moment. You both turn to look at Toto Wolff. Gosh he looks happy. He gives a wordless smile to Bono, clearly encouraging him to take to the podium with Lewis (not that Lewis would want anyone else up there with him of course). Your husband turns to you and you just laugh. "Go." You lightly push him away and he gives you a kiss to your cheek and begins to speedwalk to where Lewis is. As he leaves, you catch a towering toto Wolff and you just shake your head and congratulate the team on the win.

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Unsurprisingly, the celebrations felt endless tonight. Everyone wanted to celebrate Hamilton comeback at his homemade and you were no exception!

However do will very much appreciate the peace and tranquility of your hotel room. You fall back onto the bed with a groan. "Oh someone's ready to go to bed." You chuckle "Of course." The soft click of a door lock makes you turn around and look up. Bono's hair has long since dried from the podium celebrations earlier but he being's a scent if expensive champagne with him now wherever he goes throughout the evening. Not that you're complaining because it makes him all the more appealing. "What are you looking at?" You hum in fame thought. "Hmmm just mu very handsome, successfully, amazing husband." Bono smiles. "Oh really?" He ealks towards you and slowly undoes the bindings of your shoes and removes them. "Yeah. Did you hear that his driver just won his first grand prix for the first time in 2 and a half years?" Bono fakes a gasp "Oh really he must be super successful then..." You nod. "Oh yeah super successful. And when he for on that podium. Gosh it was attractive." He sinks into the bed next to you and pulls you into his chest. "Oh yeah?" He mumbles into your hairline. "Well maybe you can act in those desires soon. But for now? The best celebration I can have is sleep. We can always celebrate more in the morning." And that's what you do. You fall asleep in your husbands embrace, easily lulled into slumber with the euphoric feeling of joy still in your systems. And as Bono said, it's better to keep the joy alive by extending the celebrations to when you wake up...

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[PeggySteve] Peggy had her arms crossed, smirk on her face as she merely stared up at Steve. Oh, she knew what he had agreed to, and, of course, she couldn't help but poke some fun at his expense - simply because Peggy knew she could get away with it,

"So, Captain America can fight Hydra all day, but he's powerless against a small girl with eyes as wide as the moon?" Peggy asks, laughing gently, "I'm guessing it took her...thirty seconds to break you? Though, I doubt the dog really helped you."

Peggy laughed more, shaking her head slightly. She meant no harm with her comment; she just found it humorous how he could protect the World every day, but a girl with signature puppy dog eyes could easily melt him,

"You're soft Steve, but that's one of the best things about you - one of the many reasons I love you," Perhaps some softness his way will stop the look he's giving her, "Though, I must ask, does Anthony know, or are you just hoping he never leaves his laboratory, and therefore, never notices."

| Muse interaction

It wouldn't take long for the whole tower, hell the whole Avengers team even to learn about Boof. And more so how Steve wasn't even able to imagine saying no to the idea of allowing Brooklyn to have a dog. How could he do it anyway? For a number of reasons, he felt her having a dog would due her some real good in the long run. First off, it taught her responsibility. Dogs required a lot, after all. Food and water are given walking, but you had to train them as well. Sure, he made sure vets bills and such were covered, but she needed to find out about his grooming needs as well. It would help Brooklyn with her fear of dogs of course as well sort of like support for the smallest Rogers who wasn't the best with Dogs as is. Not to mention it would be a good thing for Brooklyn as well to just have that added company for support.

Didn't mean a thing when Peggy got wind of it and he could tell the moment he saw the expression on her face.

"So, Captain America can fight Hydra all day, but he's powerless against a small girl with eyes as wide as the moon?"

And she didn't miss a beat to start teasing him nor did she waste a second to start as he had bearly stepped two feet into the building just now. Steve set down the pet store bag they couldn't really only come back with the dog after all. Besides Steve pretty sura Coop wouldn't be too keen on the idea of having to share his dog food with the pup. Beside even if he were Coopers bowls were elevated and boof wouldn't be able to reach them at his small height. Meanwhile, Boof was a pup where Cooper was older he had adult food Boof needed pup chow. And of course they needed a leash a collar some tags. A few toys and training treats. They needed a basket halfway through the meant to be quick five minute pit stop. Steve figured anything that they didn't need or missed Nina would be more than aware of for help. Kind of tje dog expert here. But Brooklyn seemed to wish to keep this a durpise so he had to just go off his limited knowledge and advice from the workers in the store.

"I'm guessing it took her...thirty seconds to break you? Though, I doubt the dog really helped you."

"Didn't need the full thirty seconds Pegs." Steve responds with flatly slightly annoyed already at the call out. "In my defense though I feel there is a massive difference between literal Nazi's and a girl with a dog hitting me with thier big ol sad eyes." Steve tries to defend himself a little bit in a clearly already lost battle. "Beaides a dog will be good for Brooklyn, it'll teach her to be responsible for one. A valued life skill and lesson over all. And uh? Ya know help with that fear of hers too and uh something about support?" He forgot the argument he was ready to set up and use in the case he had to hear about this.

"Look I had a very spild foundation to defend myself here and I think that is all that shoild matter right now." He ends off with as if it was going to get him anywhere really.

"You're soft Steve, but that's one of the best things about you - one of the many reasons I love you,"

"Yeah just don't tell hudra that, if they pulled off thier plans brook with a dog might have actually ended me if I didn't find her first." Steve jokes with a bit in turn as he rubs at the back of his neck. Least Peggu was willing to give him some mercy here which he was more then willing to accept. Moving to warps his arms around Peggy so to give her a proper greeting now, as he places a kiss to her cheek.

"I just hope between two dogs and two gremlins some how they will balance out all that enegry."

"Though, I must ask, does Anthony know, or are you just hoping he never leaves his laboratory, and therefore, never notices."

"Oh thays easy, I aint." He smirks pretty proud at the moment as he dose. "I decided Brooklyn can handle that. I mean her dog after all. Besides I refuse to be the only victim to that attack combo of Brooklyn and Boof." He adds in with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

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[chenfordswopez]

June 21, 2023; Girls day

Summary: Leia, Nikki, and Gwen go out to the bar to unwind.

Pairings: Gwen/Nikki (romantic), Gwen/Leia (platonic), Nikki/Leia (platonic)

9:28 AM; Brooklyn Bar

“Man that baby shower was the best.” Gwen exclaimed. Nikki and Leia nodded in agreement and clinked their glass with hers. Leia downed her shot and frowned. “I just realized…I’m almost 43. And my kids are 24.” She shuddered, “And both of you are already 43. Are were getting old?”

Gwen scoffed, “Of course not. I mean I haven’t pulled my back in months. And I’m still flexible.” Nikki grinned, “Damn right you are.” They clinked their cups while grinning mischievously. Leia shuddered in disgust. “Guys, I’m right here!” Nikki and Gwen turned to face Leia. The bartender came over to their table and smiled.

“Hey guys, what would you like to order?” Chris asked. Leia smiled, “Three more shots please.” Gwen chimed in, “Each.” Nikki downed her last shot, “Make that five for me please.” Gwen and Leia just gave her a look. Nikki shrugged, “We’re here to have fun. Not be responsible.” Chris came back instantly with their order before walking off. “Thanks Uncle Chris!” Leia yelled. She downed her last shot and held up her cup.

“Let’s make a toast.” Leia lifted her cup, “To the three of us.” Gwen and Nikki chuckled and put their cups up before clinking. They all went into a group hug briefly before letting go. Gwen stroked Nikki’s face before giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. Leia sighed, “It’s been almost five years and I still don’t know how me and Jay managed to be alone all this time without the kids.” She turned to the couple, “How do you two do it? Don’t you ever feel lonely?”

Gwen and Nikki glanced at each other briefly before looking back at Leia. “Technically we’re not really alone. Ozzie and Etienne do live next door so we hang out there a lot.” Gwen started. Nikki sighed, “I don’t know…honestly. We actually like being alone.” Gwen nodded, “Yeah, I mean, just the two of us. It’s nice. Peaceful. Plus we’ve got Julie, Cloey, and Mila.” She checked her watch, “I’ve got a meeting right now. But this was fun.” Leia pulled Gwen in for a hug. Gwen let go and kissed Nikki before walking off.

Nikki checked her watch, “Oh fuck, I have to piece to finish…but it was great seeing you again Leia.” Leia smiled, “Same with you Nikki.” They hugged briefly and Leia watched as Nikki walked away. She thought back to the conversation the three of them just had. Maybe she and Jay can get a dog for company. It was always fun playing with Jamie in the past.

[xneens]

hoe hoe hoe - part one

Warnings: dark!Steve, student/teacher relationship

Word count: 2.2k

Pairings: Professor!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Your dad's best friend isn't exactly who you thought he'd be.

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Walking in the front door, the smell of eggnog, and pine hit your nose, mixing in with the warmth of the newly cooked food in the kitchen. Looking around the house, you registered how much decorating you had left your father to do, pondering whether or not he strained his back putting up the Christmas tree. You'd have to make it up to him somehow.

"Dad! I'm home." you yelled out, stepping out of your shoes. Even with the amount of work he had done, he still had the time to shovel the driveway despite the heavy amount of snow that had precipitated last night. The mixed-breed boxer pawed his way to you, the dog panting as he snuggled himself against your leg. "Hey, cutie."

Your father stuck his head from the kitchen, motioning for you to come into the room. "In the kitchen. I was getting worried that you got stuck in traffic. It's an absolute nightmare coming into the city from 122 right now."

Entering the kitchen with Dodger, you went to hug your dad, your arms wrapping around his waist. The man chuckled, giving your cold body a hug back before kissing your forehead. You sighed, pulling away, looking around the kitchen to see the dining room covered with food. "Traffic was a bitch, but I managed to get out of it. Although, I may have made a couple of people mad, but you gotta do what you have to do, right?"

"You got that right, pumpkin." he replied. For someone with a 20 year old daughter, the man was young, having you with his high school sweetheart at 19. He gestured at the food. "You hungry? I made all of this and I'm not sure that everyone at the party will eat all of this."

"Jesus, Dad, were you drunk when you made all of this? This is enough to feed the whole country." you commented, walking up to the table to grab a mini quiche off the plate. Your tongue swirled around the food, relishing the flavor. It was a gift having your father as a successful chef.

"I may have went overboard with the cooking, but I got excited." he explained, chuckling. Pouring some eggnog in a mug, he offered it to you, taking a sip of his own before announcing his news. "An old friend of mine is coming for the party. My best friend in college. He's in town for the holidays, and he'll be staying with us for a few. That okay?"

You nodded, washing the remaining quiche in the eggnog, swallowing it down. "Yeah, that's fine. Who's this friend of yours? Have I met him before?"

"You used to call him Uncle Steve, but he left for Brooklyn when you were four. I doubt you'd remember him but he gave you that necklace last year when he couldn't make it. He's a professor in Brooklyn now, but he wanted to come to Boston, spend the holidays with us."

"Wait, he gave me this necklace?" you asked, holding up the golden angel wings between your fingers. Your dad nodded, untying the knot on his apron. "Oh, wow. Hey, I officially get to thank him for it."

You dad agreed, nodding again as he popped a mint in his mouth, his teeth grinding down on it. "Yes, you will. He'll appreciate seeing you again. He's been talking about seeing his favorite girl—shit."

"Something wrong?"

"I forgot to pick up the ham today. I've been so busy making everything for today that I completely forgot about the main course for tomorrow." said your father, rubbing the bridge of his nose, mentally slapping himself. He sighed. "Can you take the pie out of the oven when it's ready? I have to run to the store really quick and get the ham."

Shaking your head, you stopped him, pushing his clearly exhausted body into the nearest chair, shaking a finger at him when he tried to stand back up. "No, no, no. You're tired and you need to rest. I'll get the ham, and anything else you need. Text me a list."

"Pumpkin, you don't have to do that. You just got home—" he was cut off by your insistent expression, the man relenting. "Okay, fine. Go to the Costco, they have a better selection there. And drive safe, it's supposed to be snowing tonight but with Massachusetts weather, you never know if it'll start early."

"Gotcha. I'll be back soon. In the meantime, you sit, rest, and text me a list of things I need." you said, grabbing the keys from the table. The cold air hit your face, your cheeks stinging from the impact. You winced, wishing home was somewhere warmer.

The drive to Costco was nostalgic, the familiar buildings and roads bringing back memories so deep you forgot they existed. The little ice cream place reminded you of your first kiss with your first grade boyfriend. You had immediately broken up with him the next day, claiming it was the way he walked when he asked if it was his sloppy peck on the lips. You had lied through your teeth.

Slosh was fun, it made it that much gross to walk through the barely shoveled parking lot, nearly slipping as you reached the entrance. One of the employees by the door handed you a cart, giving you a curt smile before returning to his spot.

Pushing the cart down the aisles, you immediately head to the grocery area, getting a text from your dad of all the food to get. With how short the list was, the cart had been unnecessary, but you decided to get all the last minute Christmas shopping out of the way, grabbing a Christmas card to match the present you had gotten for your father.

You had just bent over, reaching for the ham when you heard your name called, the familiar voice making you look up. A few feet behind you stood your history professor, a surprised smile on his face as he took you in. You returned the smile, stunned by the sight of you professor. "Professor Rogers? Hey, what're you doing here?"

The blond raised an eyebrow, his piercing blue eyes flickering to the necklace visible. He smirked inside, his heart warming at the thought. "I'm in the city for the holidays. I'm staying with a friend, catch up with them. What about you? Any exciting plans for Christmas?"

"Just spending it with my dad." you replied, reaching behind you to randomly grab a ham, not looking at the brand, and dropped it in the cart. "To be honest, I didn't think you could even leave Brooklyn. I mean, you practically worship the city, it's a surprise seeing you outside of it."

Professor Rogers laughed, his laughter was what you imagined angels to sound like. To say you had a tiny crush on the hot professor was understandable, although, so did everyone who had eyes. The professor leaned against the freezer, his eyes never breaking from yours. "Brooklyn's nice but it's nice to get out once in a while. That's a beautiful necklace you have there."

"Thanks, I got it from my dad's friend." you said, blushing slightly at the compliment. Taking a quick look at your phone, you noted you had everything your dad had asked for. Glancing back up at the Professor Rogers, you noticed how close he was, barely a few feet away. You gave him a smile. "It was nice seeing you, Professor. I'll see you in class."

Before you could move your cart, the professor placed a hand on it, motioning for you to pause. The blond scratched the back of his head, rocking back and forth on his heels. "Do you need help with anything? I can help you load this in your car, if you want."

"I didn't realize you worked at Costco, Professor." you teased, earning the cutest blush from the blond. Giggling, you shook your head, enjoying his company a lot more than it was allowed. "Don't worry, it's fine. It's not a lot, and I wouldn't want to bother—"

"You're not." he interrupted, sheepishly staring at the floor. The professor made himself look up, smirking when he realized you were blushing. "I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to. Humor me?"

Call it stupidity or side effects of Steve Rogers' presence, but you wanted to spend more time with him, no matter how domestic the chore. Your smile widened, if possible, and you nodded. "Alright, if you insist. I've gotten everything I need, so I can tag along with you."

"All I really needed was some coffee," Professor Rogers held up the little plastic container filled with coffee grounds. Your thoughts immediately went to his hands wrapped around the cylinder, mentally slapping yourself for finding the simple action hot. "I'm ready to go if you are."

"Oh, okay. Let's go then."

The wall from the grocery area to the checkout was rather fun, the professor making you blush too many times to count, the smile on either of your faces never leaving. It wasn't a secret how many people fought to be in his class, guys included, mostly trying to "bond" with the professor only to get turned down every time someone had the balls to ask him. But it never stopped anyone from trying. It was almost pathetic, but very amusing in a sadistic way.

Professor Rogers held your grocery bags in his hands, effortlessly carrying them while you tried to take them back, feeling bad for having your professor help you out. The man would wave away your pleas, and you gave up as soon as you neared your car, unlocking the doors, and opened the trunk, Professor Rogers unloading all the bags inside. You bit back a smile, admiring the view, jealously wondering who would be lucky enough to end up as his wife.

He closed up the trunk once he was done, shifting his weight between his feet. "So, are you staying in Boston for the whole break or...?"

"Yup. I haven't spent much time with my dad since summer, and I've been guilted to stay in the cold since he's too stubborn to go somewhere warmer." you answered, playfully rolling your eyes. Professor Rogers walked you to the driver's side while you played with your keys, not wanting to say goodbye to him already. "What about you?"

"Me, too." said the professor, tucking his hands in his winter coat. He sighed, the smile dropping. "It was really nice to see you. I'll see you soon, sweetheart."

You nearly swooned at the nickname, cursing your heart for being so easily affected. "You, too, Professor. Happy Holidays and all that."

He laughed, walking off with a wave, the smile that had fallen now impended on his face as he walked back to his car. Steve turned around to see you get in yours, unsubtly staring at your ass. He sighed once again, a wave of sadness washing over him, the feeling he got every time he had to say goodbye to you. It would only be a couple of minutes, but it didn't make him hate it any less.

You drove off after a few seconds of getting your shit together; seeing your unbearable hot professor made you feel like a disgusting head-over-heels in love teenager. Or in other words, it made you the same as those desperate girls back on campus. You scoffed at the thought, starting your car. Hopefully, you'd see him again before class starts, but you highly doubt it.

Snow was falling, the little flurries making it harder to see through the windshield, only to stop suddenly when you reached your house. You grabbed the groceries from the trunk, easily carrying it into the house, so focused on not slipping that you hadn't noticed a very familiar car in the driveway.

Opening the door with ease, you entered the house, almost getting knocked out by the eager dog, jumping up on you. Laughing, you placed all the bags in one arm, reaching down with your free one to pet Dodger. The dog panted happily, his tongue sticking out of his mouth as it dismounted it's paws off your legs. The house had gotten awfully warm, even for you, and you immediately set the bags down to take off your coat. You hadn't noticed the shoes besides the door.

"Dad, I'm back." you announced, picking up the bags and headed to the kitchen, your gaze on the floor, careful not to slip.

Your father clapped Steve's back, the broad blond's presence gone unnoticed by you while you dropped the bags on the kitchen island. Your dad smiled. "Thanks, pumpkin. Honey, this is Steve, my buddy from college."

You turned around, facing them, a grin on your face, only to drop slightly when you saw who Steve was. There, standing in the middle of your kitchen, stood your history professor, all six feet of him, nonchalantly grinning at you. He engulfed you in a hug, leaving you breathless. "Professor?"

"Hello, sweetheart."

next >

[redgillan]

Under Pastel Skies - 2

Sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

Word Count: 2,024

Warnings: none

A/N: I’m just going to remind you that this sugar daddy fic isn’t about smut. I love smut but it’s not what I’m focusing on here. 

Bucky stood under the glass awning in front of the hotel, the neon green light illuminating the path to the automatic doors. He forced his eyes closed and listened to the sound of rain hitting the glass shelter.

It was just after 6:30 in the morning and he had been standing there for over ten minutes, trying to work up the courage to enter the building. He was sweating, trembling, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. Every sound around him seemed amplified; cars honking, people talking or listening to music. It was hell.

He desperately wanted to take a cab ride back to Brooklyn and hide in his apartment. Bucky had a strict routine -get up at six, eat, shave, shower, go for a walk, etc- and he needed it to keep his mind focused and his body healthy. Though lately, his therapist had encouraged him to stray from his routine if he felt like it. And he wanted to, but his body wasn’t cooperating.

Instead he just stood here, stuck between two choices that terrified him. He could go back home and hate himself for taking the ‘easy way out’, or he could take the plunge and enter the building. He had come here on a whim, but now that he was here he felt as if he really needed to see you. He didn’t even know if you were working.

He looked over his shoulder, he could almost see the metaphorical pack of wolves waiting for him. It would be easy to give in and let them take him. He could go back to his old life, his old habits, or he could jump off that metaphorical cliff and hope for the best.

Your chances are infinite. Anything can happen.

“Can I help you, sir?”

Bucky greeted the receptionist with a smile. He asked if he could have breakfast at the hotel restaurant and she agreed before leading him to the Bar Lounge.

The room was large, with row after row of square tables perfectly aligned. There were a few more private seats close to the bar and an oval buffet in the middle of the room. A woman in a dark grey suit scooped a small portion of scrambled eggs onto her plate next to two slices of toasted white bread. She raised her gaze to his and nodded in greeting.

The swing door that led to the kitchen burst open and Bucky turned his attention to the sound. You were carrying a large tank of orange juice to the buffet table, a pen tucked behind your ear and a piece of paper between your lips. There was a slight furrow between your brows as you set the tank on the table.

Your scuffed boots were gone, replaced by black ballet flats. Your pencil skirt rose up as you stretched to reach the highest part of the buffet. Bucky hastily looked away from your bare legs, not wanting to look like a total creep. Once you were done, you smoothed down your skirt and tucked your white shirt into your skirt.

Your hair was brushed away from your face and your lips were painted red, something dark and empowering, and it contrasted beautifully with your strict, uninspiring uniform, which only intended to erase any sense of individuality.

“Hi, how can I h- Hey, I know you,” you said, approaching him. “You’re Bucky.”

He bashfully looked at his shoes. “Yeah, hi.” He cleared his throat and raised his gaze to yours. “I was hoping to run into you. I, uh, I can’t stop thinking about our talk.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I was rude and brusque, and you were incredibly nice. I really feel like an ass.”

You chuckled. “It’s fine. Honestly, I was nervous, too. You should have seen me –I was a complete mess.”

“Could have fooled me,” he replied with a grin. “Though you did say that meeting me was like choosing between a pack of wolves or jumping off a cliff.”

“Gosh!” You facepalmed. “See? A complete mess!” You gestured to the table behind you. “Have you eaten yet? Sit down, it’s on me.” He opened his mouth to protest but you cut him off. “You paid for the taxi. It’s only fair.”

Amused, he shook his head and followed you to the buffet table. Everything looked and smelled delicious. He spotted several glass cereal dispensers filled with frosted flakes, Cap'n Crunch, Lucky Charms and good old Fruit Loops.

“We also have French toasts, pancakes, croissants, turnovers, omelettes, eggs, four different types of bread with margarine, butter, jam, Nutella, or marmalade,” you said without pausing for a breath, “freshly sliced fruits, a variety of yogurts, granola, oatmeal, orange juice, apple juice, Danish pastries, muffins and a great selection of teas.”

“And that’s it?” Bucky asked, his face breaking into a teasing smile. You liked the way his eyes crinkled at the corners right before he smiled.

You pouted your lips while you thought. “Actually no, we also have scrambled eggs –which, frankly, I don’t recommend. They come in a plastic bag and we have to heat them up in the microwave. It’s a little gross. You can try the sausage and bacon though, unless you don’t eat meat.”

“And coffee?” He found your flustered reaction to his teasing absolutely adorable.

“Yes, of course,” you said, biting your bottom lip. “Sorry, I get a little excited sometimes.”

“I understand,” he nodded. “That’s a pretty great buffet, though I’ll stay clear of the scrambled eggs.”

You took a few steps toward the kitchen and turned back to him, a little apologetic cringe on your face. “Um, how do you take your coffee? Expresso, Americano, latte, cappuccino, macchiato, mocha, ristretto-” you paused to take a breath “-or iced coffee?”

A laugh bubbled out of him. He couldn’t help it, you were just too endearing. “Black,” he said, grinning. “I know I’m boring.”

“Oh, no! You’re not boring,” you rushed to say, then realized what he was doing. “Ugh, you’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

“A little.” His nose scrunched up as he said it.

You went to the kitchen to make his cup of coffee and Bucky began to browse the length of the buffet table. Scooping food onto his plate with only one hand proved more challenging than he expected, and he was glad that the lounge was mostly empty.

He could feel the lady in the grey suit’s eyes on him as he moved around. He set his plate on the bar, removed the glass lid, scooped up two hefty pancakes and stacked them on his plate. They looked pretty fluffy, it wouldn’t be hard to cut them with the edge of a fork. Then he replaced the lid and moved his plate closer to the maple syrup bottle.

He glanced at the woman who hastily looked away as if she hadn’t been staring at him the whole time. Annoyed, he kept looking at her while he poured maple syrup over his pancakes. He hated when people stared at him as if he were a freak. He narrowed his eyes menacingly and grinned to himself when she started fidgeting in her seat.

“You must really love maple syrup.”

Bucky paused at the sound of your voice, his features immediately softened. He looked down at his plate and realised he had drowned his pancakes in a gooey river of maple syrup. He must have spaced out during his staring contest with the business woman.

He had a strange look in his eyes, his expression a mix of confusion and anguish. Finally his eyes found yours and you smiled warmly at him, making him fight back a blink. You pried the bottle out of his rigid hand, and he let you take it.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice weak.

You weren’t sure what he was apologizing for but it wasn’t something you were going to analyse right now. “There’s a cup of coffee waiting for you. Best cup in Manhattan.”

He laughed, the crinkles were back. “You’re an angel.”

Bucky returned to his table and loaded his coffee with three teaspoons of sugar before he took a sip. He had always preferred sweet to savoury, and coffee was way too bitter for him.

There wasn’t much to do in the lounge. The television was behind him, the sound kept to a minimum. The lady in the grey suit left soon after and Bucky watched you clean her table.

You moved back and forth between the main room and the kitchen, going about your work and occasionally shooting him a smile. The food was good, not spectacular, but still better than his usual breakfast –two slices of toasted white bread with butter and a cup of coffee.

“Do you need anything else?” you asked, standing next to his table.

“Company?” he said with a hopeful look. “Please.”

You offered him a pained grimace when he gestured at the seat across from him. “I’m not allowed to sit. Sorry.”

It was hard to resist his puppy dog eyes but you needed to keep your job if you wanted to be able to afford your own place.

“Do you like working here?”

“It’s okay,” you shrugged. “I’m glad I have a job.”

“Sam mentioned you’re an artist.”

You shyly looked around you, you were the only two people in the room now. “I haven’t painted since I got this job,” you revealed. “I’m pretty sure my artist membership card has been cancelled.”

“Nope, those are for life.”

You laughed. “I hope so.”

You looked at each other before he asked, “Do you have any pictures of your work?”

You were genuinely surprised that someone wanted to see your work. Usually people offered a half-hearted ‘oh, that nice. I paint, too, occasionally” and changed the subject. You patted your pockets, searching for your phone, and groaned when you remembered that it was in your locker.

“I don’t have my phone with me but wait-” You took a napkin from the table and started writing. “This is my Instagram. I do a bit of everything, mostly landscapes and portraits.”

Bucky took the piece of paper and, before he could comment, a family of four walked into the lounge area. You apologized to him and walked over to the family, greeting them with a smile and asking them if they had a good night’s sleep.

The children looked like walking zombies until they spotted the cereal bar, and then chaos ensued. More people went down to breakfast and you didn’t have time to chat with him anymore.

He stayed a little longer, watching you help the kids pour cereal and milk into their bowls. A man who didn’t speak English very well asked you a question and you froze, trying to make him understand since you didn’t speak his language. Bucky smiled when you mimed the answer. The man laughed and gave you a thumb’s up.

There was something about you, something soft and caring, that made people at ease. Even when people started complaining that the platter of scrambled eggs was empty, you defused the situation so smoothly that they left with a smile on their face. It was the kind of person you were, kind-hearted and willing to help.

An angel.

When you looked in his direction again, Bucky was gone. You felt a pang of disappointment that he hadn’t said goodbye, but you had been so busy that even if he had been trying to get your attention, chances are you wouldn’t have noticed him.

Pouting exaggeratedly to yourself, you went to his table with your tray and a clean rag to collect the dirty dishes. You moved the unfolded napkin and what you saw underneath made you stop. You blinked, once, twice, three times, certain that you were hallucinating. You scooped up the bills and counted them.

$300

Your eyes were the size of saucers as you ran back to the lobby. You checked outside for Bucky but he was gone. You stood there, under the glass awning, with a bewildered look on your face, still clutching the bills.

Part 3

[silverynight]

Sambucky mafia au?

The falcon, one of the most powerful crime lords Sharon has ever know is sitting in front of a huge screen watching footage of the winter soldier and a few... weird pictures of him.

Actually... the pictures are not weird on their own; it's clear Sam has gotten a few of his men to follow Barnes everywhere he goes, so of course there'll be a few of him walking out of his house in Brooklyn (shirtless and with messy hair) getting out the trash... And she understands why there are also others of him in a gay bar, at the mall and the gym... The only thing weird about it is that Sam keeps staring at those with more interest than he should.

"So why am I here?" She snaps impatiently. Even though the falcon is the closest thing to a friend for her, she's there on business. This is just another job and she's glad that she doesn't actually work for anyone.

"Why so grumpy, 13?" Sam grins with a glass of wine in his hand. "Why don't you drink something with me?"

Sharon shakes her head and doesn't even move from her spot next to the door.

The falcon sighs, but the smile doesn't vanish from his face; he's hopeful, something that she doesn't often see in his eyes.

"Bucky Barnes."

"Him? Are seriously asking me to kill him?"

"I didn't know there was something you couldn't do," Sam chuckles and Sharon knows he's just trying to get on her nerves.

"I can do it. But it'll cost you a fortune."

"Then I'm glad I didn't call you for that kind of job," he grins, watching a video of Barnes walking his dog out. "I want you to get him for me."

"Kidnap him?" This is getting more confusing, but Sharon knows the falcon loves to have fun so she decides not to let him know how puzzled she actually feels.

"No. Meet him, get close to him. As a friend."

"I'm not going to recruit him for you. You don't need anymore weapons," She crosses her arms over her chest. She's about to strom off because everything he just said is just ridiculous.

"I know. I don't want him to be my weapon," finally, there's something about the way he looks at the picture of Barnes and then at her that tells Sharon he's getting serious. "I want... company."

Even though he looks vulnerable, Sharon can't allow herself to be kind.

"I'm an assassin, not a matchmaker, Sam."

"I know, but I trust you," he mumbles and she bites her bottom lip to stop herself from giving in. "I'll pay you anything you want."

"Fine. But listen to me... He's Captain America's best friend, he won't agree to become The Falcon's trophy husband..."

"Nobody knows what I really do, 13," he says, trying to smile, but his eyes are not glimmering anymore. "To the world Sam Wilson is another ridiculous millionaire... Buck doesn't have to know anything about The Falcon's business..."

"This is not going to work," she whispers, honestly, as a friend.

"I'll make it work."

Sharon is not so sure about it.

[wolfs-hunt1]

Love in the form of four paws

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 1551

Warnings: fluff, angst?, mentions of depression and some past traumas. sorry for any typo

A/N: Drunk drabbles for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ After so long of not writing anything (uni is chaotic at the moment) here’s something that starts out sad but will hopefully warm up your heart.

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After everything that has happened, Bucky felt lonely despite being surrounded by his teammates. He was never the same after Hydra, and no amount of therapy was helping him feel like he fit in.

He could feel Steve was trying his best to bring his best friend back, but that Bucky was gone, killed during the war, all that was left was the shadow of the man he was. And that scared him more than he would like to admit it. He started skipping morning practices with Sam and Steve and before he knew it, he wasn't even showing up for sparing with Natash anymore.

Slowly he isolated more and more from the others and eventually even moved out of the compound, getting a small apartment in Brooklyn to try and reconnect to his long lost self. He started putting up a bit of weight, but admittedly, it made him feel like he was finally moving on, like he didn't have to be constantly fit and ready for a fight. He liked this new him.

But his apartment still felt too big and lonely. He wanted company, despite having run away from it, he wanted comfort only another soul could give him. So he made up his mind and search for a shelter around his area that he could go to. He found one only half an hour drive away, so without thinking more of it, he picked up his keys and made his way to the elevator descending the five floors to the underground parking lot and getting into his car.

The drive was mostly spent thinking about what type of dog he thought would be best for him. A bigger dog would be preferable because he was too scared that if he was too small he would step on him, and the less fur he had the better, because he wanted to be able to pet him, and whit his metal hand his fur could get stuck in it.

Once he parked outside of the animal shelter he had a pretty nice idea of what type of dog he wanted, and so he walked inside with confidence and waited at the front desk for someone to show up. The shelter had a pet store in the front, and the animals for adoption in the back, so it was easier to pick out all the items the dog would need after he found the perfect dog.

He could hear sound approaching from behind the door, and he saw a little girl leaving with a small dog followed by her mother and a girl with a grey shirt with the shelter logo embroidered on it. She looked at Bucky and smiled, telling him she would be right with him in a moment. He only nodded and waited patiently for her to return.

"Hi! My name is (Y/N), how can I help you today?" she says cheerily once she returns to the desk, shuffling around some papers and storing them inside a folder.

"I'm looking to get a dog, if it was a larger breed and with no fur, it would be…." Bucky gets interrupted by her light giggle, and suddenly feels himself relax his tense shoulders and smiling softly at her. He took her in, her bright eyes and soft-looking hair up in a messy bun, paired with her rosy cheeks and a bright smile.

"Everyone usually walks in with the same idea. They want a specific pet, but what they don't know is that that's not how it works. The animals here choose their owners. Not the other way around." She grabs some keys on her desk and walks closer to the door she had come from before. "Come along, I'll show you our beauties. And then we can select some for you to spend some time with to bond and see how they react around you."

Bucky nods and follows suit. "Sounds good." he says. The first room she unlocks leads to a big room filled with cages with cats of all breeds. They all started mewing and preening up at Bucky, wanting to catch his attention.

"The dog's pen is right ahead…" she stops talking when she sees Bucky looking at some of the smaller kittens, that are playing around with their brothers. There's a smaller cat with them, that was just to the side of the cage, not movie too much.

"What's wrong with the little guy?" he asks, getting closer to the cage and slowly raising his palm to the door.

"He was the only survivor of his litter, even him mom passed away, and so he wasn't alone we put him with the others kittens, he's having a hard time adjusting though, so he's always alone in that corner." She puts a hand on his shoulder and smiles up at him once more while looking at the small kitten. "I can take him out for you, if you want? To see how he reacts to being picked up."

Bucky's forlorn look vanishes and he looks at her expectantly while nodding, stepping away from the cage while she unlocks it so that Bucky could have access to all the small kittens. She stays silent for a while, just looking at the way he's being gentle with them all and pats his arm to catch his attention.

"You seem quite smitten with these kittens, and I might have someone that will be happy to see you and have some company for his final moments. Why don't you stay here while I go pick him up?" Bucky nods and turns his attention back to the small balls of fur currently climbing his henley shirt and nestling up to his arms and neck.

She returns with a bigger cat, fur white with small grey patches. Once they're both close enough Bucky can take a better look at the cat in her arms, and notice the missing leg and left ear.

"This is Pirate. He came to the shelter really beaten up, lost his ear and his leg, and because of that, no one wants him. This is his last week here, and I want him to be happy. He's a big cuddle bug and loves to be petted, but I can't give him attention all day, unfortunately." (Y/N) moves closer to Bucky and gently motions for him to pick up the white cat, which he does gladly, while the furry thing starts to lick up his palm and purring low on his belly.

"He's so calm and friendly, why wouldn't anyone take him home?" Bucky's frown fades once the white cat lays on his arms, and the kitten snuggles with them, their size contrast warming up Bucky's heart.

"Some people prefer the cute pups or kittens, and end up leaving the older animals here to be forgotten. But all they want is just to be loved, and a few treats." she says with a giggle.

Bucky is silent for a few moments looking at the two so different cats on his arms, but yet so equal. All they want is a loving home and a place to belong. Just like him. They were all looking for the same thing, and together they could have it.

"I never thought myself to be a cat guy, but they are quickly warming up to me." The small kitten started mewling and trying to climb higher, reaching up to Buckys stubbled cheek and scratching it's tinny head on him, all while he tried to stay still so as not to make the little one fall from his shoulder. "And I guess I'm also warming up to these guys."

"I'll make all the arrangements then!"

Half an hour later, with a lot of cat items in the trunk of his car and the two furry creatures nestled together in a carrier Bucky was ready to sign the adoption papers and get home with his new companions.

"This is all the papers you will need, along with the notes for the checkups and any medical need they might have, you can directly come to us and we'll help."

Bucky looks fondly back at his car, seeing the two cats curled up together, the two cats that I heartbeat took over his own heart and made him want to take them home without a second guess.

"I'm going to be honest, I'm gonna miss Pirate a lot. But I'm extremely grateful that he's going home with such a nice person. Thank you for saving him. Both of them."

"You know, you can still see him... we could go for a coffee one of these days?" Bucky's voice is low, almost as if he was too shy to even ask her out, but the slow smile spreading on her face let him know that she had heard it.

"I would like that a lot." she scribbles something on a post-it and hands it to him, her phone number. "Give me a call?" He nods enthusiastically and the rest of his ride home he can't help but smile at the decision he had made that morning of driving to the animal shelter. Not only he got two new adorable cats, he had also met someone that made him want to get back out and give love another chance.

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[kcnnedys]

(  logan  lerman  ,  29  ,  cisman  ,  he  /  him  )  *  hey  ,  i’m  looking  for  the  office  of  KENNEDY  CRAWFORD  .  they’re  the  EMPLOYEE  who’s  known  around  the  office  as  THE  PEOPLE  -  PLEASER  ,  if  that  helps  ?  not  to  be  a  gossip  ,  but  i’ve  heard  that  they’re  CHARISMATIC  but  RUTHLESS  ,  is  that  true  ?  i  also  heard  that  they’re  the  one  who  STAYS  UP  ALL  NIGHT  AND  ENDS  UP  FALLING  ASLEEP  ON  MR  .  MASTERS'  OFFICE  .  anyways  ,  here’s  the  coffee  they  ordered  .

hellooo  everyone  !!  this  is  fleur  (  gmt  -3  ,  she  /  her  ,  23  )  bringing  you  a  new  muse  :  mr  .  kennedy  crawford  .  he  is  one  of  masters  international’s  in  -  house  lawyers  and  i  can’t  wait  to  see  him  interact  with  everyone  here  &  develop  him  .  under  the  cut  ,  you’ll  find  all  the  info  you  need  while  i  fix  his  pages  .  if  you  wanna  plot  ,  hit  the  like  button  here  or  hmu  on  discord  !!

*     ⸻     𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑  𝐎𝐍𝐄  .

name  :  kennedy  thomas  crawford  . nickname  (  s  )  :  ken  ,  kenny  ,  kt  ,  kc  . date  of  birth  :  april  7  ,  1993  (  28  years  old  )  . zodiac  sign  :  aries  sun  ,  virgo  rising  ,  saggitarius  moon  . place  of  birth  :  new  york  city  ,  new  york  ,  usa  . occupation  :  masters  international’s  in  -  house  lawyer  . education  :  columbia  university  . sexuality  :  heterosexual  . relationship  status  :  single  ,  not  interested  . social  status  :  upper  -  middle  class . living  condition  :  studio  apartment  in  brooklyn  . height  :  180  cm  /  6  ft  . weight  :  74  kg  .

*     ⸻     𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐖𝐎  .

positive  traits  :  charismatic  ,  good  listener  ,  friendly  ,  easygoing  ,  adaptable  . neutral  traits  :  observant  ,  quick  -  witted  ,  flirtatious  . negative  traits  :  ruthless  ,  jealous  ,  manipulative  ,  easily  upset  ,  greedy  . labels  :  the  people  -  pleaser  ,  the  seducer  ,  the  know  -  it  -  all  . likes  :  parties  and  clubs  ,  walking  in  manhattan  late  at  night  ,  chai  latte  ,  white  shirts  ,  playing  the  guitar  ,  late  night  drives  ,  cats  ,  crime  shows  and  documentaries  . dislikes  :  rainy  days  ,  new  york’s  traffic  ,  crowded  places  ,  cold  coffee  ,  long  phone  calls  ,  babies  ,  small  elevator  talk  ,  romantic  movies  . music  :  indie  rock  ,  rock  ,  hip  -  hop  and  r&b  . food  :  nathan’s  hot  dogs  ,  sushi  ,  pasta  (  aka  instant  noodles  are  lifesavers  )  ,  steak  /  barbecue  . drinks  :  negronis  ,  vodka  ,  soju  ,  black  unsweetened  coffee  ,  cranberry  juice  ,  black  tea  with  almond  milk  . habits  :  running  almost  late  ,  clicking  his  tongue  ,  smirking  ,  tapping  his  foot  . alcohol  ?  cigarettes  ?  drugs  ?  yes .  sometimes  .  sometimes  (  weed  ,  cocaine  )  . character  inspirations  :  frank  vernon  ,  roman  roy  and  kendall  roy  (  succession  )  ,  robert  spearing  (  industry  )  ,  nate  archibald  (  gossip  girl  )  ,  harvey specter  (  suits  )  ,  bobby  axelrod  (  billions  )  ,  fleabag  (  fleabag  )  ,  can’t  think  of  others  right  now  lmao  .

*     ⸻     𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘  .

kennedy  was  born  the  oldest  son  of  a  greedy  couple  who  was  rising  in  their  career  .  his  father  was  also  an  in  -  house  lawyer  for  a  big  corporation  while  his  mother  worked  in  an  investment  bank  .  growing  up  in  such  an  environment  ,  he  has  always  been  encouraged  to  chase  his  dreams  and  not  let  anyone  or  anything  stop  him  from  getting  what  he  wants  .  from  a  very  young  age  ,  he  developed  skills  such  as  public  speaking  ,  strategizing  and  arguing  /  convincing  people  around  him  .  of  course  becoming  manipulative  also  came  in  that  package  .  he’s  always  been  ruthless  .

a  very  bright  student  ,  kennedy  attended  columbia  university  and  specialized  in  corporate  law  .  he  was  an  intern  in  a  top  law  firm  before  he  applied  to  masters  .  after  he  got  in  ,  his  goal  is  now  to  become  general  counsel  .  although  it  is  a  challenge  ,  he  is  confident  he  will  make  it  ,  no  matter  what  is  needed  to  get  there  .

*     ⸻     𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒  .

very  much  of  a  night  owl  ,  he  struggles  to  get  up  in  the  morning  .

he  takes  the  public  transportation  to  work  ,  which  surprises  a  lot  of  people�� ,  considering  he  sounds  like  a  spoiled  asshole  sometimes  .

his  friendliness  doesn’t  always  mean  he  wants  something  from  you  .  he  loves  socializing  and  considers  himself  someone  who  has  many  friends  but  also  many  enemies  .

his  favorite  color  is  green  .  it  matches  his  eyes  ,  he  says  .  when  it  comes  to  clothes  ,  he  prefers  neutral  tones  .

although  he  is  a  lawyer  ,  there  is  a  very  “  indie  ”  side  to  him  when  he’s  out  of  the  office  .  he  likes  playing  the  guitar  and  going  to  underground  parties  and  bars  .

a  massive  flirt  ,  it’s  a  form  of  cheap  entertainment  .  he  doesn’t  care  for  a  romantic  relationship  and  avoids  that  at  all  costs  .

*     ⸻     𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  .

IN  -  HOUSE  LAWYERS  :  they  could  be  friends  ,  rivals  ,  frenemies  .  .  .  i  love  some unhealthy  competition  among  lawyers  in  this  firm  .

FLIRTATIONSHIP  :  well  ,  he  hits  on  every  pretty  girl  in  the  firm  basically  .  this  can  be  kind  of  a  game  for  them  .

UNLIKELY  FRIENDS  :  they  belong  to  different  worlds  but  still  get  along  pretty  well  .  maybe  they  meet  outside  master  at  first  and  then  realize  they  work  for  the  same  company  .

SECRET  RELATIONSHIP  :  they’re  supposed  to  hate  each  other  but  still  are  drawn  to  each  other  (  can  be  romantic  or  not  )  .

BEST  FRIENDS  :  kennedy’s  go  -  to  people  at  the  company  ,  the  ones  that  he  gossips  to  and  shares  secrets  with  .

DRINKING  /  PARTY  BUDDIES  :  happy  hour  means  these  two  are  gonna  meet  and  make  one  hell  of  a  mess  .  and  have  the  time  of  their  lives  ,  of  course  .

ONE  NIGHT  STAND  :  they  probably  hooked  up  and  it  was  good  ,  but  it’s  all  a  blur  when  they  wake  up  the  next  morning  at  one  of  their  apartments  .  oh  ,  and  they’re  late  for  work  .

OTHER  DESIRED  RELATIONSHIPS  :  frenemies  ,  enemies  with  benefits  ,  wingman  /  wingwoman  ,  someone  he  is  manipulating  or  vice  -  versa  ,  leading  on  ,  crush  (  one  -  sided  or  not  )  ,  someone  he  shares  a  secret  with  .  or  anything  ,  really  !!

[allandoflimbo]

Take It Back (Chapter 34)

Finally. ‘Last’ chapter. Also up on my AO3. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary:  About five years ago, a one night stand with Y/N tore Bucky’s life apart. It was also the night before his wedding. Now he’s married to her sister and she needs a place to stay.

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Five years ago

“Yeah, no problem, I missed this little boy.” Bucky says in an adorable baby voice as he squeezes the little baby’s nose, “Oh my god, you are so cute.”

The baby grabs Bucky’s pointer finger with his tiny hand and your heart melts instantly.

Your heart flutters and you recognize the emotion that follows that flutter - fear.

That’s what you feel because once it hits you what it was that was happening, you realized you were eternally and completely fucked.

Bucky’s eyes flicker up to meet yours and they burn in ablaze. Neither of you are smiling as you look at each other, the little baby still holding onto his finger like he didn’t want to let go.

You quickly look away, doubting every emotion coursing through you.

It couldn’t be.

Your head is a swirl and you’re seeing tunnel vision as you feel yourself slowly start to step back from the scene in front of you.

But it was too late.

Your eyes flickered up the second you felt the heat of his presence right in front of you.

Suddenly, something seemed to have shifted into something even deeper, the second your eyes met.

Bucky was holding the baby tenderly in his arms, but his eyes seemed to have been calling out for you.

A weird feeling of came over you.

Presque vu.

Bucky seemed to have been feeling the same because he probably looked just as intense as you felt.

“Do you want to hold him?” He whispered, looking down at the little boy.

Your chest felt tight and you should have said no.

Instead, you nodded slowly.

Bucky maneuvered his arms into an embrace where he could pass the baby safely into your own arms.

Your eyes caught during the slow exchange and you diverted your gaze back to the boy, not being able to bear that heat in your face and your fucking heart.

“Just like that,” Bucky said softly.

The baby cooed.

You couldn’t help it, you giggled.

Bucky smiled a little at both sounds, and he softly touched the top of the baby’s head.

He looked up at you and your eyes met…

again.

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4 months later (from present time)

The setting sun shined down on the west village.

The sky was turning from an intense pink and purple hue to dark blue.

You looked up towards the clouds and sighed.

You had just enough time to take the last few things inside before it was too dark.

You grunted, lifting a brown box that read ‘Books’ in black sloppy writing on the side out of the truck.

You took it with you up the steps of the beautiful brownstone.

The trees, that lined the quiet street, had an amber glow from the almost-gone sun as it peeked in through their changing leaves.

Reds, oranges, browns, and yellows.

You let the soft breeze flow against your face and you smiled.

The last four months had been the best you had experienced in a very long time.

For the first time in what felt like forever, everything seemed to finally be right in the world again.

You were able to keep your job at the bakery, even though you hardly kept touch with your sister - mutual respect still present - you had heard through Steve that she was doing fine.

She had picked up an office job for an online newsletter at the trade center and went back to school to study editing.

Something low profile.

Bucky’s company donated a quarter of a million dollars to a charity for National Alliance on Mental Illness and also to Wounded Warriors.

Wanda and Nat were occasionally still around, sometimes meeting you and Bucky for lunch at your little hangout spots on the east side.

Everyone who had been involved in the fiasco had built a sense of trust around each other, and it was all any of you needed, regardless of what any bullshit tabloid said.

No. This was real life.

And then, there was you and Bucky and your private love life…

You backed into the ajar doorway with your butt, spinning around quickly back towards it to hold the door with your foot so it didn’t hit the wall behind it.

Shutting your eyes briefly, you let out a long deep breath at the close call.

You haven’t even lived there a day yet and you didn’t want to start by leaving a dent in your brand new wall.

With a soft smile, you turned and continued your way down the gorgeous foyer, past the wooden stairs, and into the living room through the archway.

All the walls were white and the wooden floor was a golden brown.

New. Fresh.

From the large window looking out into the street, the dim light from the setting sun created a peaceful halo that gleamed off the floor and directly into your eyes.

You placed the box next to the ones you had already brought in before and then looked around.

It was still pretty much empty without any of the furniture in place.

The couch hadn’t come in yet.

All that was available was the floor, the walls, and the tv on top of the remodeled very-white working chimney.

You walked up to it, letting your fingers trail slightly over the white detailing of the crown molding that surrounded it.

You didn’t want anything too fancy, and neither did Bucky. This chimney was probably the grandest thing in the home.

You took a deep breath as a car drove down the street and as your sneakers squeaked against the floor.

After Bucky had asked you to move in with him, it wasn’t surprising. Nobody expected any less.

Even Steve helped pack your things out of his place and into yours and Bucky’s’.

It was all so strange and surreal.

Bucky had wanted to stay on the island, not Brooklyn or upstate, but he insisted he would keep the house out in Montauk for your summer activities.

You had argued with him to find something at least affordable because you wanted to be paying half the rent.

He had just looked at you like you had two heads and continued skimming through apartments, price filters untouched.

It took a bit of time, but the second both of your eyes landed on it, you just knew it was the home for you.

It was a brownstone; two bathrooms (one master), three bedrooms, all in the heart of west village.

It was newly remodeled and on a quiet street, perfect for riding your bike or walking a dog if you ever wanted one.

You wonder how Pebbles would feel about another companion, not Brodi.

Around the corner, there were great restaurants, something you couldn’t pass up.

You took in a deep breath and closed your eyes tightly together as you thought of what else the future possibly had in store for you.

You had barely taken in the feel of your new home in serenity when you felt a chin on the back of your shoulder, followed by a groan.

You smiled.

Shit. How couldn’t you?

Next, you felt strong hands on your upper waist and a chuckle against your shoulder.

It rumbled up his chest and you felt it against your back.

You stretched your hands out on either side of you to bring his arms from your sides to across your front. You leaned back against him, letting the back of your head lay on his hard chest.

Your eyes looked over at the window. It was getting even darker.

It was so peaceful. Deserving.

“This is amazing. Just you, me, here like this.” You said softly.

He sighed and made a sound in agreement.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, “maybe we can just stay like this forever?”

You giggled.

“Well, we would have to go to the bathroom, sometime.”

He scoffed.

“Bathrooms are for pansies.” Bucky retaliated.

“Also, an essential to life.”

“You’re essential to life,” Bucky tilted his head down and kissed your shoulder. He tightened his arms around you, “mylife.”

You took in a deep breath and closed your eyes.

Was this even real?

“We’re so cheesy sometimes, don’t you think?” You ask.

He doesn’t take longer than a blink to answer.

“No. We’re in love.”

You sighed contently, holding him tighter against you.

Eventually, you both began to just sway, holding each other, looking out into the street.

You were caught off guard when he unraveled his arms from around you, grabbed you by the hip and turned you around to face him.

You were suddenly so cold, his embrace having been so cozy and tight.

Your face fell at the look he had.

He was staring down at you, face hard and unreadable.

“What is it?” You asked, slightly afraid.

“Nothing, I just can’t get over how pretty you are.” He said seriously.

You chuckled, your chest feeling light again.

How did he always do that?

Your eyes darted to the still-open doorway and then to the light fixture above the both of you.

A chandelier, but beautiful and delicate.

“We should close the door, it’s getting late.”

“No,” he says, “I like it like this.”

“Bucky,” you moaned as he leaned into you and peppered kisses from your jawline to the crook of your neck, “Bucky...”

He didn’t say anything as he continued down your body.

Your hands gripped his hair as you guided his body down yours. He continued kissing you down until he eventually stopped and was on the floor in front of you.

You gulped as you watched him lean forward, leaving a kiss on your inner thigh.

You’re remembered of that day in Montauk and you wonder in the back of your mind if he was really going to do this with the entire house open.

You felt his lips on your hot skin and you moaned at the feeling.

But that was short-lived as he pulled away leaned his forehead there.

You tilted your head and ran your hands up his hair.

“Bucky?”

He shushed you.

“I don’t think you realize what you do to me, what you do to my heart,” his blue eyes looked up at you, almost pained. There was so much emotion in them that your heart skipped a beat. You wanted to comfort him, “from the moment I laid my eyes on you, I just couldn’t shake your presence. I could never shake you. And you drove me insane,” you smiled at the distant memories, “you hated me and I wanted to change that so bad—“

You sighed.

“I didn’t hate you, I just had doubts.”

He shook his head.

“Whatever it was, I’m just glad that was short-lived. Because then you became my friend, then my best friend,” he kissed your thigh again, but still looked up at you, “my best girl. I fell in love with you and I wanted you to be more than my best friend.”

Your heart was in your throat as you continued to touch his hair, “What did you want?” You whispered.

“For you to be my girlfriend, my lover.”

You broke out in another soft smile.

“I’m all those things now. We made it.”

Bucky’s gaze dropped as he kissed your skin more time.

“I still want more,” your brows came together in confusion. You couldn’t tell if what he was saying was good anymore. His voice was distant as he continued to talk, “I want to do so much more with you. I want to build memories in our home. I want you in my arms every morning and every night. I want to make love to you on every surface of this house. I want to make sure you know how much I love you. I want to have a family with you in this home, where we can have all our little tiny babies. I want you to be the mother of my babies,” you felt your throat tighten as his words, your tears begging to spill. Bucky continued to lean his forehead on your thigh.

“But I still want so much more.”

You watched stunned as he leaned back on his toes until his one knee was on the ground.

You watched as he dug around in his back pocket.

You were certain now that your heart was in your ears as you watched him pull out the little black velvet box in front of you.

You met his eyes.

He looked so raw and sincere that you wanted to cry out for him, but you were shaken.

You couldn’t move.

“You’re my best friend, my sweetheart, my absolute sweetheart,” his voice trembled.

You felt your eyes swell up with hot tears at the sound of the little box clicking open.

You get the image of little eight years old you, imagining this moment to happen one day.

And here it was, and you felt like crying.

“Will you be my wife?” He asks you, not missing one beat.

Your hands shook as they sneaked around to hold his hand.

He was shaking just as much as you.

“Bucky—“ you cried.

He cut you off, quickly.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

Your tummy exploded into a pool of butterflies as you gripped his hand.

You couldn’t see anymore as hot tears clouded your vision.

You quickly nodded your head, gripping his hand tighter.

“Yes, yes.” You answered through tears and a big smile.

Bucky’s face broke out into a gorgeous and bright grin as he slid the diamond ring onto your finger.

When he was up on his two feet, you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and continued to chant yes as he spun you around, chuckling into the crook of your neck.

When he pulled away, he stared down at you with a smile that you would never forget.

He grabbed the sides of your face.

“We’re really doing this.”

You chuckled, a few tears running down your cheeks as you do so.

“We’re getting married.”

Bucky answered your question with a soft kiss.

And then another.

You had everything you needed, right there in your arms.

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Hey love! Can you do a fic where the reader and Bucky are teens in the 1930s and they run around making mischief and cute fluffy stuffs?

Trinkets (bucky barnes x reader)

word count: 1520

warnings: just a guy being an ass

A/N: tysm for the request holy shit quaratine’s been really boring and hopefully this is what you requested :))

       “Buck, c’mon!” y/n, her eyes filled with excitement, intertwined her fingers with Bucky’s as she pulled him through the busy streets of Brooklyn.

       “Doll, what are you up to this time?” Bucky chuckled, wondering how she managed to pull him through crowds with the shoes she wore and the restricting blue skirt she wore.

       “Whatever I want to do, Buck. And this time, you are going to go along with it,” Y/N grinned, peering around the streets for something to do. When she told him, she wanted to go out for a walk, Bucky was skeptical. Y/N L/N just going out for a walk? He should have known she was up to something when she decided to drag him along with her.

       “I thought we were going out for a walk,” Bucky chuckled, admiring the look of determination on Y/N’s features as she looked for anything she could do. He chuckled, knowing damn well nothing good—for anyone who was not Y/N—would come from her antics, yet he allowed it.

       “We’re walking, aren’t we?” Y/N grinned, slowing her pace as she still searched the streets for something to do.

       He noticed the way her eyes lit up at the sight of a small boutique along the sides of the street. Like a lion finding its prey, Y/N ran to the boutique, her grip on Bucky’s hand tightening to make sure she didn’t lose him in the crowds.

       “You’re going shopping?” Bucky questioned, peering through the windows of the small store. Y/N nodded excitedly as she rushed into the store. For the umpteenth time of the day, Bucky smiled at Y/N’s antics as he followed her into the boutique.

       “Can you hold this for me?” Y/N flashed Bucky her best puppy dog eyes as she held out a stack of clothes in different colors. It had been mere seconds since she entered the boutique; how did she manage to pick out that many clothes?

       “You’re buying all this?” Bucky raised a brow at Y/N in shock. She chuckled, shaking her head.

       “I’ve been saving up, and I decided I wanted to help out in the community. These clothes? I’m donating them all after I buy them,” Y/N smiled proudly. This was one of the many reasons Bucky enjoyed Y/N’s company; the girl had a heart of gold. She made him want to be a better person.

       “You’re one hell of a gal, have I ever told you that?” Bucky smiled warmly, taking the stack of clothes into his arms.

       “Every single day, Buck,” Y/N chuckled, turning away from Bucky and picking out more clothes. Y/N’s father was a wealthy man and whatever she must have saved up from her allowance went into buying the clothes seeing as she happily picked things off the shelves.

       After a while in the boutique, Y/N eventually stopped picking articles of clothing off the shelves, and stood in place when she came across a glass display case, her mouth agape. Bucky could barely see what she it was that caught her interest because of the massive amount of clothes he held in his arms.

      “Whatcha looking at, doll?” Bucky questioned, still somehow balancing the stacks of clothes he had in his arms.

       “Oh, it’s nothing. I don’t think I’d have enough money to buy it anyways,” Y/N flashed him a sad smile before leading him to the counter where Y/N paid for everything she bought into large shopping bags, all looking full and heavy.

       Y/N picked up two of the bags, while Bucky held onto the rest of them. When they got out of the store, Bucky noticed a tinge of sadness in Y/N’s expression. She must have really wanted whatever it was she saw in the boutique, but he knew she was too selfless to spend more on herself than she had to. It was then an idea crossed his mind.

        “I think I left my cap inside. Would you mind if I go get it, doll?” Bucky questioned.

        “Buck, I don’t remember you wearing—” Y/N spoke confusedly, only to be cut off by Bucky once again.

       “I was wearing one when I went in. Wait right here, I’ll go look for it first,” Bucky sped off, barely leaving Y/N any time to respond. She mumbled a quick ‘I guess I’ll just sit here and do nothing’ to herself before making her way onto a wooden bench placed conveniently outside the boutique.

       When Bucky got inside, he rushed to the same spot Y/N stood in earlier, and looked through everything in the glass case.

       “Can I help you with anything, son?” a feminine voice came from behind the glass counter. He averted his gaze to see an older lady, clad in a uniform, smiling up at him.

       “The girl I was with, do you have any idea what she was looking at earlier?” Bucky questioned, his hands tapping nervously on the glass.

       “I believe she was looking at this,” the woman pulled out a small box, a shining silver locket. Bucky picked up the box and took in the intricate carvings on the heart-shaped locket.

       “I’ll take it,” Bucky smiled, pulling his wallet out his pocket. He didn’t dare ask for the price; he was willing to spend every penny he had to see Y/N happy.

       The lady took the box from his hands and she wrapped it in a delicate blue ribbon and handed Bucky the box, a smile on her face as he handed her the payment for the locket. He headed out the boutique, expecting to see Y/N waiting patiently for him. He should have known better.

       “I don’t care! With all due respect—which you clearly don’t deserve—I don’t owe you anything, sir!” a familiar female voice was the first thing he heard. He was then met with the sight of Y/N standing angrily in front of a man he’d never seen before.

       “I’m just saying, you shouldn’t be out spending your husband’s money this much,” the man snarled at Y/N.

       “I’m not married, prick!” Y/N yelled dropping the shopping bags onto the ground and taking her shoes off her feet as though getting ready to attack the man. It was an all too familiar sight.  

       “You should really fix that, then, eh?” the man, clearly disappointed upon hearing Y/N wasn’t married, snarked.

       “That’s none of your business,” Y/N chuckled darkly, taking off her other heel and getting ready to attack the man. Before she could move out of her spot, Bucky rushed to her side and held her back.

      “You better keep your girl in check, you’re clearly spoiling her, bud,” the man chuckled before walking away. Y/N was fuming and fought against Bucky’s grip but to no avail.

       “Bucky, let me go, please” Y/N spoke more calmly, all evidences of anger leaving her body.  She didn’t even bother to try wiggling out of his grip. Little did Bucky know it was his arms being around her that calmed her down.

       “Do you promise not to run after that man if I let you go?” Bucky raised a brow firmly.

       “Yes, yes, whatever. He isn’t worth it,” Y/N flashed a tight smile and Bucky chuckled before letting go of her. He went to pick up the paper bags she left on the sidewalk while Y/N put her shoes back on her feet with a dissatisfied grumble. She could have easily shut the man up herself.

       “I got something for you,” Bucky smiled widely, holding up the small box. Y/N’s eyes widened in shock; she wasn’t expecting to receive anything that day.

        “Buck, you shouldn’t have,” Y/N frowned as she stared blankly at the box.

       “Come on, I saw you staring earlier and I figured you deserve something nice for deciding to help out others,” Bucky insisted, handing Y/N the box. She reluctantly accepted the gift and unwrapped the ribbon, opened the box, and chuckled.

        “You’re pretty observant, but the only reason I was staring at the locket was because my mother had one like it. I borrowed it when we went to Coney Island last week and I dropped it when we were on the cyclone,” Y/N admitted shyly, her hands tracing over the patterns on the silver.

       “So, you were planning on buying this to replace the one you lost?” Bucky chuckled, combing his fingers through his hair.

       “Pretty much,” Y/N nodded, smiling shyly. Bucky nearly fell to the ground in a fit of laughter when the words left her mouth.

       “I think you should keep it as a reminder of the day we went to Coney Island, don’t you think?” Bucky suggested, pulling a smile from Y/N.

       “I already have you to remind me of that day, Buck, but sure, I’ll keep it,” Y/N smiled warmly, lockig Bucky in her embrace while the silver chain dangled in her hand. They stayed like that for a moment, blocking out the world until they heard a familiar voice utter very familiar words.

       “I could do this all day.” Bucky and Y/N gave each other knowing looks before rushing to the alley from which they heard the commotion.

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Fall From Grace, Pt. 9

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Fandom: The Good Fight. Reference: S4, E.4, “The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It.” CW: Angst, language, fluff. AN: Our lovely REE was on The Good Fight for all of 3 minutes so I am taking lots of liberties. I am obsessed with the anti-Barba. He was just delicious.

WC: 2313

Six months.

It had been six months since you moved to the East Coast and enjoyed all that NYC had to offer. However fast paced Chicago seemed to be, New York City moved just a little bit faster.

You had crammed a bagel with an obscene amount of cream cheese in your mouth when a plethora of emails with electronic case filings came through your inbox. You switched gears and began associating the files with the respective cases when one in particular caused you to freeze.

STR Laurie

Bryan Kneef, Esq.

233 South Wacker Drive, Suite 8000

Chicago, IL 60606-6448

Attorneys for Defendants

APPEARANCE OF COUNSEL

LIBERTY LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY,

HOLBROOK SECURITIES LLC (Defendants)

 V.

 Allison Kensington (Plaintiff)

Pearson Specter

Civil Action No. 10-cv-3752

TO THE CLERK OF THE COURT AND ALL PARTIES OF RECORD:  PLEASE TAKE NOTICE that the undersigned is admitted to practice in this court, and hereby enters an appearance as counsel in this case for defendants. Please serve all papers related to this action on the undersigned.

By: Bryan Kneef

STR Laurie

BKneef@STRLaurie.com

Attorneys for Defendants

 You swallowed the half-chewed bagel, grimacing as it scraped your throat as it went down.

“Motherfucker!” You swore loudly, slamming your hand on your desk.

“Am I interrupting?”

You jumped in your seat. You looked up and found yourself face to face with Rachel, who was standing in your doorway.  

You felt your cheeks grow hot in embarrassment. “Oh, uh…”  

“Safe to say you saw the notice of appearance.” Rachel remarked, her brow cocked.  

You nodded. “Yup.” You smacked your lips on the end of the P, emphasizing it.

“I wanted to know if you still wanted in on the case.” Rachel sat in the chair in front of you, her arms crossed.  You had been at the firm maybe two weeks tops before you spilled everything to Rachel about Bryan.  

“Yes, I do.” You replied. “And before you ask me if I'm tough enough to be in there, I want you to know that I am tough enough.”

“That's not what I wanted to ask.” Rachel replied. “I want to know if you think it will rattle him.”  

“Frankly, I think it was purposefully done.” You sighed. “Is there a deposition?”

 “Of course there is. Monday.”

--

The week surprisingly went quickly, and Monday came before you knew it. You looked over your appearance in the mirror. Suddenly your go-to pantsuit and button down didn’t cut it anymore. You hemmed and hawed in front of your closet and settled on a crisp white top and a muted grey pencil skirt. You popped the collar slightly and rolled up your sleeves. 

Your mind flew to the memories of what happened whenever you did wear pencil skirt – somehow it’d end up over your hips or by your ankles with Bryan bringing you to the height of pleasure. You pinned your hair up and kept your makeup minimal, with the exception of a bold lip. 

Your heels clacked against the pavement of the city’s sidewalk as you approached Pearson Specter. And sure enough, Bryan was in front of the building, pacing while on the phone.  

You ducked your head hoping that he wouldn’t notice you. But curiosity got the best of you and you looked over your shoulder as you entered through the revolving door. Your eyes met Bryan’s as he pivoted while on the phone. You quickly turned and hurried into the building.

---

Bryan walked down the hall of the firm after being directed to the conference room.  He was anxious to see you. He knew he was playing with fire being here in New York. When the case fell in his lap, he knew he had to see it through and maybe, just maybe, see you. He missed you immensely. Truth be told, no other woman had ever gotten to him like you did. Through the glass, he noticed you setting up and his pulse quickened. Bryan rapped on the door before swinging the door open.

“Good morning.” You clipped. ‘Shit. Stay strong’ you thought to yourself as you drank him in. You nearly forgot how good he looked in his three piece suit. His gaze was smoldering and you shifted uncomfortably in your stance.

“Y/N.” Bryan greeted, with a small smile. “You look well.” 

“How’s everyone in Chicago?” You replied, ignoring his compliment as you stapled some paper together.  

“Good. You’re remembered fondly.” Bryan replied.

“I mean, can’t say I am surprised.” You retorted, as you finished organizing the conference table. “I’ll be sitting in on the depo, just so you know.”

“You think being in the room is going to keep me from doing my job?” Bryan asked, his brows furrowed.

You pointed at Bryan and then at yourself. “Aren’t I the reason you even signed on counsel?”

“Liberty Life is my client. Of course, I had to show up.” Bryan replied.

“So what – you figured you’d orchestrate this stunt and then –” 

“I didn’t orchestrate shit.” Bryan sighed, irritated. “I am doing my job.”

You cocked your head and leaned over the table slightly. “Is this a joke?” 

Bryan walked around to where you were standing. He was dangerously close to you and your eyes met his. “I miss you. Can’t we just talk?” 

You stood silently, racking your brain as to what to say. “About what? Us? What is there to say? Our relationship…” 

You moved to push back some hair when Bryan noticed the sparkling bracelet on your wrist. “You are wearing it.” 

You looked at the tennis bracelet. “Oh. Yes. It’s beautiful. Thank you. It was very generous of you.” 

Bryan reached for your hand and at the same time, Rachel entered the room. “Am I interrupting?” 

Bryan shirked back his hand. “No. Just catching up. Reminding Y/N that Chicago has better hot dogs. And that we should have never let her go.”

 ---

The deposition was grueling, lasting a few hours. Bryan was relentless in his questioning. As he fired his questions, your mind was transported back to the case you first helped him with and how you got to watch him in court.  Your whatever it was, with Bryan was complicated and was tempestuous. Deep down though, you still had deep feelings for Bryan. You spent your first month in New York crying your eyes out, wondering if you had made a mistake leaving.

You escorted your client out and then returned to gather the rest of your belongings. You paused before entering the conference room again, watching Rachel and Bryan speak. They shook hands and you wondered what that was about.  

Finally you took a breath and entered. “Everything okay?”

Rachel smiled. “I think we’ll be settling. Bryan has made a very generous offer.  

You smiled. “That’s great. I am happy to hear that.” While you were happy for your client, you were disappointed because you knew that Bryan would be leaving town. You groaned inwardly, hating how Bryan caused such a mix bag of feelings within you. 

“Walk me out?” Bryan asked. 

“Sure.” You blurted out, not even giving it so much as a second thought.

The walk to the elevator bank was silent. Finally, Bryan spoke. “Can we go out to dinner?”  

You raised a brow and sucked in a breath. “That … sounds sincere.” You searched Bryan’s eyes and realized he was indeed being genuine. “Okay.”

“Is your number the same?” Bryan asked and you nodded. “I’ll text you the details. I’ll see you tonight.” Bryan replied as the elevator dinged, signaling its arrival.

You bid Bryan adieu and went back to your office. Despite the piles of work on your desk, you found yourself distracted. You couldn’t focus one bit. Your mind kept going back to the events prior. You kept checking your phone to see if Bryan had texted you.

Groaning, you took your phone and threw it into your drawer. You opened a new browser window and were just about to throw yourself completely into your work when your phone buzzed loudly from inside your drawer.

It was Bryan. Reservations made at The River Cafe. 7pm.

You texted back. See you then.

You threw your phone back in the drawer and dropped your head into your hands. “What have I gotten myself into?” You wondered out loud. You knew you were playing with fire and that there was a real possibility of getting burned, but you looked forward to the date.

“It’s two people sharing a dinner. Nothing more. You got this.” You muttered to yourself. Part of you knew it was a lie. Part of you figured if you said it enough times, you’d believe it.

--

You left work an hour early to get ready. The River Café was situated right on the East River, just a hair south of the base of the Brooklyn Bridge. You knew you needed enough time to get back to your apartment in Chelsea and then all the way down to Brooklyn. You decided to wear a cream-colored tulip hem skirt and a black lace deep v-neck blouse. The material of the blouse was quite thin and you decided to forego a bra to avoid lines. You knew your outfit was dangerous with Bryan. Simultaneously, you wanted Bryan to eat his heart out and maybe tempt fate so you could get dicked down.

You left your hair loose, just curling it slightly to make loose waves. You kept your makeup the same, just touching up your liner and lipstick. A spritz of perfume and a change of shoes to heeled strappy sandals and you were well on your way.  

Your stomach lurched as the cab sped downtown to the restaurant. You watched as the city flew by in a blur and subconsciously you played with your tennis bracelet. The cab came to a stop and you found yourself in front of the restaurant. 

Bryan was at the bar and the corner of his lips turned up into a devilish smile as you approached. Bryan wore dark jeans, a white button down and a matching navy suit jacket. The restaurant is gorgeous and the wafts of the various smells of food made your stomach rumble. 

“You look gorgeous.” Bryan complimented as he embraced you into a hug.

“Thank you. You look great yourself.” You replied. You inhaled his cologne and emotions flooded you. ‘Relax.’ You commanded to yourself.

 “I took the liberty of ordering you a glass of Malbec.” Bryan replied.

 “You remembered.” You smiled as the bartender came over with a glass.

 “Of course I did.” Bryan replied. “It’s your favorite.”

“The Catena Zapata Malbec Argentino for the lady, and an Old Fashioned for the gentleman.”

Bryan thanked the bartender, tipping him generously. You barely managed a sip when the hostess came over and seated you both at a table overlooking the East River – providing a clear shot of the Brooklyn Bridge. The view is breathtaking and you find yourself captivated by Bryan once more – all of the inner guards you had in place crumbled.

You both easily catch up over the last few months and dinner goes by quickly. Dessert is brought out and as you lick chocolate mousse off the spoon, you become acutely aware of Bryan’s lustful gaze on you. You give him a bashful look and you put the spoon down. Bryan paid for dinner while you excused yourself to the bathroom to freshen up.

The weather was warm and the breeze was inviting so you decided to walk along the Brooklyn Bridge back towards Manhattan. The tips of Bryan’s fingers grazed yours and the feeling is electric. The second time your fingers grazed his, they interlock and you hold hands the rest of the way until you get to the midpoint of the bridge. 

You take in the view of Manhattan ahead. Bryan stood next to you, also taking in the view. 

His hand traced concentric circles on your back and you involuntarily shivered. Bryan tilted your chin towards him. “I—I had a really nice time tonight.” You reply and you are surprised by how genuinely you mean it.

Bryan’s gaze lowered to your lips and instinctively you parted them. People on the bridge walk by but your oblivious to anyone else around you but Bryan. He pulled you flush against him. Instinctively, your arms wrapped around his neck. Bryan’s lips ghosted yours and then he paused. You both breathed in each other’s air and finally you gave in, colliding your lips against his.  His kisses taste like the mousse you shared and the cocktails he had had during dinner. His tongue swirled against yours. Arousal shot to your core. A hand slipped up the slope of your side and somehow, discreetly, Bryan cupped your breast. His thumb ran over a hardened nipple and you let out a quiet moan. Finally you pull away breathless. Your lipstick was smeared and you could see evidence of it on Bryan’s lips. “Bryan we can’t do this.”

Bryan’s brows knit together and jaw tightened. He pulled away from you and faced the view of Manhattan. “Why? Because we’re on the opposite sides of a case now? I settled.”  

You don’t reply and you could feel your eyes brimming with tears.  

“I still love you. I haven’t stopped loving you. I know I hurt you. And I have apologized.” Bryan replied, his voice clipped.

“I know you have.” You replied. Your voice cracks and you kick yourself inwardly.

“Then what is it?”  

“I’m afraid.” You admitted. “I am scared you’re going to hurt me again.”

“I will do whatever it takes.” Bryan replied. “It won’t be easy since you decided to move to the wrong city.” He adds with a slight sneer.  

You laughed haughtily, rolling your eyes. “I wouldn’t have had to move if you just treated me like a human and not as if I were disposable.”  

“I told you I didn’t do the girlfriend thing. And then things got complicated. And I fucked up. It was all fucked. I…” Bryan paused. “I said I was sorry for fucks sake Y/N.”

You knew he was baring his soul. You turn back to him, and cup his bearded cheek. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Bryan furrowed his brow once more. “What the fuck does that mean? Does that mean you and I...” 

You nodded slowly. “We’ll try again. Because the truth is that I still love you too. And we owe it to at least really try. No more hiding anything to anyone.”

Bryan pulled you into a kiss once more. The kiss was with such intensity, it left your breathless. 

“Now would be the time for you to show me your bedroom.” Bryan growled in your ear.  

You smile. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

TBC.

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42: top 3s

1: Top 3 ice cream flavors - classic vanilla, birthday cake/birthday batter, bubblegum

2: Top 3 Disney Movies - Mulan, Onward, Soul (but this changes frequently lol)

3: Top 3 vacation destinations - I've never been outside of my home country so I'll say my top 3 DREAM destinations: NYC, Hawaii, a random countryside in either France or the UK

4: Top 3 places to shop - Dynamite, Sephora, Winners/Homesense

5: Top 3 subjects of study/classes to take - English/anything creative writing related, Interior Decorating/Design, Communications?

6: Top 3 make up products - YSL Touche Eclat Foundation, literally any Mac Lipstick but it has to be matte, & Fenty Beauty contour stick

7: Top 3 music artists - Taylor Swift - Of Monsters and Men - The Lumineers

8: Top 3 spices/herbs - Cinnamon - Nutmeg (literally tastes like autumn) - Paprika

9: Top 3 drinks - Diet Coke - Hot Chocolate - Vanilla Bean Frappe

10: Top 3 apps to use - Instagram - Pinterest -iBooks

11: Top 3 months of the year - May, October, December

12: Top 3 clothing items - My black/white turtle neck, high waisted jeans, plaid blazer

13: Top 3 binge perfect tv shows - Bones, Supernatural, Brooklyn Nine Nine

14: Top 3 romantic dates - (I've never been on a date but if I had, it would be this) Evening walk, late night drive, late night coffee date (tbh anything at night feels romantic)

15: Top 3 kinds of flower - Water lilies, cherry blossoms, roses

16: Top 3 christmas movies - A Christmas Carol (2009), Home Alone, The Polar Express

17: Top 3 OTPs - Nesta and Cassian from ACOTAR series by SJM, Manon and Dorian from Throne of Glass series by SJM, Casteel and Poppy from From Blood and Ash series by JLM.

18: Top 3 quotes to describe your life - "I write not to find, but to leave" by Scherezade Siobhan - "I want to be myself again. I want to be six. I want to stop knowing everything I know" by Catherynne M. Valente - "The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get" by Joanna Hoffman.

19: Top 3 characteristics you love about yourself - my kindness bc it's not surface level kindness, but actually something deeply rooted within me - my resilience even tho sometimes it doesn't feel like resilience - my loyalty bc it is a hard as steel kind of loyalty

20: Top 3 kinds of candy - Maltesers, Kit kats, smarties

21: Top 3 ways to exercise/ be active - Walking, dancing, mowing the lawn/shoveling the sidewalk

22: Top 3 spirit animals - wolf, hummingbird, tiger (i googled it bc i didn't know and i was scared it was a joke but)

23: Top 3 petnames - I like 'lovebug', 'love', 'sweetheart'

24: Top 3 books read outside of school - The Hating Game by Sally Thorne, A Court of Silver Flames by Sarah J Maas but viewers discretion is advised, Crush by Richard Siken

25: Top 3 most used websites - Youtube, Tumblr, Pinterest

26: Top 3 people you last texted - my mom, my bestie megan, and my sister bc they're the only people i text...

27: Top 3 hashtags you use - the only time i use hashtags is if i'm trying to promote some of my writing so I'll usually use writingcommunity, writersonig, poetryonig lol

28: Top 3 instagram accounts you follow - Trista Mateer, Griefmother, obviously taylor swift

29: Top 3 guilty pleasures - buzzfeed quizzes, early 2000s music, romance novels

30: Top 3 summer activities - Going to the zoo, long evening walks, campfires and s'mores

31: Top 3 things to draw/doodle - hearts, flowers, random swirls bc it's the only thing i can doodle...

32: Top 3 aesthetics - cityscape aesthetic, autumn aesthetic, rustic aesthetic

33: Top 3 things you'd buy if you gained three million dollars - a new car, a condo, another cat

34: Top 3 ways to treat yourself - facial, a large bag of maltesers, buying the makeup i really want but have been putting off

35: Top 3 celebrity crushes - Evan Peters, Matthew Daddario, henry cavill

36: Top 3 books from your childhood - Love You Forever by Robert Munsch, The Big Friendly Giant by Roald Dahl, and Madeline by Ludwig Bemelmens

37: Top 3 accents to hear - Australian, super poshy british accent, new zealand accent

38: Top 3 scents - Fresh rain, vanilla, sweet cinnamon pumpkin from bath and body works

39: Top 3 "Friends" quotes - "WE WERE ON A BREAK" -Ross, "Guess things were just going too well for me" -also ross, and "it's so exhausting waiting for death" - phoebe

40: Top 3 cupcake flavors - tbh I haven't tried that many cupcakes so your typical vanilla, chocolate, and Pink Lady Cupcake from Babycakes Cupcakery

41: Top 3 fruits - Pomegranates, Strawberries, Raspberries

42: Top 3 places you've had amazing pizza from - Pizzahut, Dominos, Pizza73

43: Top 3 sports teams to watch - i don't

44: Top 3 crayola colors - uh, i guess red, purple, and pink??

45: Top 3 things you hope to accomplish in college - Certificates/Degrees in Copyediting and Creative Writing, and I think simply just deeper critical thinking skills when it comes to writing and books

46: Top 3 fanfictions you've read - I read more books than fanfics, I've read a couple on tumblr but don't remember the names sorry :/

47: Top 3 people you miss right now - my dad, my best friend bc she's in vancouver, taylor swift bc she's not on tumblr anymore rip

48: Top 3 fears - Failure, Loss, not achieving anything in life/not reaching my full potential

49: Top 3 favorite literary devices - Foreshadowing is always god tier, cliffhangers although evil i love those too, symbolism

50: Top 3 pet peeves - People dragging their shoes on the floor when they walk, when you tell someone your fav hobby/music artist/interest and they immediately go 'oh I hate X!', and people who go 'you're so quiet!!!' but in a way that draws in more attention and/or makes me feel more uncomfortable like i would literally rather die

51: Top 3 physical things you find attractive - Hands, nice hair, defined jawlines

52: Top 3 bad habits - Nailbiting, picking at my blemishes oops, lip biting

53: Top 3 pets you've had/wish to have - Cats bc they complete me, I've always wanted a Samoyed, and I've always wanted a turtle

54: Top 3 types of foreign food - Chicken Chow Mein, deep fried shrimp, japanese chicken wings

55: Top 3 things you want to say to someone in your lifetime - 'I quit', 'I love you', 'you changed my life'

56: Top 3 dog breeds - Samoyed, german shepherds, collies

57: Top 3 cheesy romance movies - You've Got Mail, How To Lose a Guy In 10 Days, 10 Things I Hate About You

58: Top 3 languages you speak/wish to speak - French, Sign, and maybe Japanese?

59: Top 3 series (book, movie, television) - The Cruel Prince series by Holly Black, A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J Maas (but literally only for Cassian and Nesta), From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L Armentrout

60: Top 3 pizza toppings - Mushrooms, alfredo sauce, pineapple

61: Top 3 youtubers you're subscribed to - Game Grumps, Charlotte Dobre, Megan Batoon

62: Top 3 tattoo / piercing ideas - I want to get a tattoo on my wrist of the last thing my dad ever wrote me, a hummingbird tattoo right next to it, and then a cross on my index finger

63: Top 3 awards you want to win - National Book Awards, Nobel Prize, and maybe even Goodreads Choice Awards lol

64: Top 3 emojis - Laugh/Crying emoji, the please sir emoji that kinda gives off those puss n boots eyes, and the stars emoji

65: Top 3 cars you dream of owning - 1970s Chev Impala, tbh a cute little Hyundai Venue, and maaaaybe the 1964 ferarri 250 gt luso (idk if that name was totally right but i had to do tons of googling to find it. i don't know a lot about cars and i don't really have a top 3 lol)

66: Top 3 authors - Right now I'm really into Sarah J Maas, Sally Thorne, and Holly Black maybe?

67: Top 3 historical figures - Jesus, Anne Frank, Vincent Van Gogh

68: Top 3 baby names - Ryder, Leila, Gracie

69: Top 3 DIYs - Candles, refurnishing old furniture (i.e. my mom and i painted our wooden garbage can), and really just any type of autumn diy

70: Top 3 smoothie combos/flavors - Strawberry/Banana, Mango, Strawberry-Mango

71: Top 3 songs of this month - Happier Than Ever by Billie Eilish, Biblical by Calum Scott, and Visiting Hours by Ed Sheeran

72: Top 3 questions of this post you want to be asked - I did them all bc I made it a survey instead of an ask meme ;)

73: Top 3 villains - Regina/The Evil Queen from Once Upon a Time, Cruella De Vil, and Moriarty from Sherlock

74: Top 3 Cities you want to see - Montreal, NYC, Vancouver (honorable mention: LA)

75: Top 3 recipes you want to try - different kind of salad and/or burger bowls, Stuffed bell peppers, and homemade lemon loaf

76: Top 3 dream jobs - Bestselling author, the person who runs a companies social media accounts, youtuber/blogger

77: Top 3 lucky items - tbh don't have one

78: Top 3 traditions you have - Christmas Eve Service and if I don't go to that at least incorporating reading the christmas story on christmas day or eve, idk if this counts as tradition but going to the corn maze every fall, and whenever it's easter/christmas/thanksgiving we always have a big meal w/ family

79: Top 3 things you miss about being a kid - reckless abandon, dreaming about growing up with hopefulness and no dashed hopes, experiencing holidays like halloween and christmas as a kid

80: Top 3 harry potter characters - I've never read or watched Harry Potter rip (ok well i saw the first and second (and maybe third?) movie in the sixth grade I think) but I think I really liked Hermoine, Harry obviously and Dobby

81: Top 3 lies you were told - i don't have 3, but this one has a story but basically when my sister and i were in elementary school my sister got hit by a car and so the insurance thing was that she would recieve 10k when she was 18 and as a child i thought that was unfair so my dad told me that my sister had to split it with me when we were 18 lmao obviously that didn't happen (i think i realized that wasn't true in middle school)

82: Top 3 pictures in your camera roll right now - Pictures of my cat, one of my sister in a hilarious filter, and a picture of my rocking my TS merch

83: Top 3 turn ons - Kindness, defined jawline, easy going

84: Top 3 turn offs - arrogance, unkempt, super loud and obnoxious

85: Top 3 magazines/news papers/ journals to read - I don't read much of those so I'll tell you some sites I love for writing purpose's: there's Wellstoried, justwriterlythings, springhole.net (which is filled with generators if you're stuck and also tons of infomation and advice)

86: Top 3 things you wish you had known earlier - that toad in Mario Party was wearing a mushroom hat and that it is actually not his head, that immaculate means 'clean' before i misused that word like several times over the years, and that the one turn i always take on my way to work where i thought everyone didn't know how to drive was actually bc i didn't have the right of way rip me

87: Top 3 spongebob episodes - the one episode where spongebob and patrick find a ghost ship, that one episode where they form a bikini bottom band and perform it at a football game in a little fish tank, and the one episode where squidward has his first snowball fight

88: Top 3 places to be in the world - I'd love to be in NYC, Montreal, or Hawaii

89: Top 3 things you'd do differently - I would not have applied for RDC, similarly I should have just paid the 500 dollars to the one certificate program I wanted to do instead of overthinking it, and I wish I wouldn't have ended a friendship the way I did

90: Top 3 TV shows from your childhood - Spongebob Squarepants, That's So Raven, and Hannah Montana

91: Top 3 meals you love - Turkey Burgers, Chilli, and Instant Pot Chicken Tortilla Soup

92: Top 3 kinds of tea - i don't drink tea

93: Top 3 embarrassing moments - one time in sixth grade I tripped and fell right on my face in front of my crush, this other time like a couple years ago i opened the door to my car and only realized much too late while i was staring at this random family that it was not my car, and when i went to the gas station to get gas and couldn't get my gas lid on my car opened and this guy had to help me which was already embarrassing enough but then the gas pump wouldn't work so i had to go inside to pay just to realize i forgot my wallet and had to shamefully walk back to my car and then run back inside the convenience store and then pay and then walk back to my car and finally fill my tank.

94: Top 3 holidays to celebrate - Christmas, Halloween, Thanksgiving

95: Top 3 things to do in the rain - have an existential crisis, pretend you're in a music video, walk through puddles like you're six again

96: Top 3 things to do in the snow - Sledding, Build a snowman, shovel it even tho you don't want to

97: Top 3 items you can't leave the house w/o - phone, keys, wallet

98: Top 3 movies you'd like to see - Jurassic World 3, Hotel Transylvania: Transformania bc i'm a child, and the animation of the addams family

99: Top 3 art mediums - Writing fiction/poetry, painting, music

100: Top 3 museums you've been to - Royal Tyrell Museum, Canadian History one in edmonton lol, and heritage park in calgary

101: Top 3 school memories - Middle school dances when the popular kids would grind to the song "Low" which was always an interesting experience, in the twelfth grade at winter formal when we all shouted "SHUT UP AND DANCE!" at the same time when they played Shut Up and Dance, and the day i left

102: Top 3 things you don't/Won't miss - School, my sisters ex, 2016 bc she was a rough year yikes

103: Top 3 pick up lines - "My name is Will. God's Will.", "I'd like to take you to the movies but they don't like you bring your own snacks", "are you from tennessee bc you're the only 10 i see"

104: Top 3 sports to watch - none of them

105: Top 3 taylor swift songs - all too well - exile - coney island

[magicmanias]

Greyhound Station [Prologue]

Chapter: Prologue

Pairing: Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Ballerina!Reader

Summary: Since she was eight years old, Y/N Parker knew only one thing for certain: that she would always love James Buchanan Barnes. By fourteen, she was positive she knew everything—including that Bucky would be hers forever. When she was eighteen, she realized she really only knew three things: one, that New York was rotten, two, that she would be a dancer no matter what her parents said, and three, that she would do everything in her power to never see James Buchanan Barnes again. But now, Y/N is twenty-four and somehow, she’s back at where she started all those years ago, at a Greyhound station on 206 Livingston Street.

Warnings:  Fluff, (Loveable) Asshole Clint Barton, Swearing

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I’m rewriting this series with my good friend, Angelina! Please go check out her account and follow her. She’s an amazing human being and she’s so amazing for helping me write this god forsaken story. I hope you all enjoy what’s coming soon!

Co-written by @dearspacepirates ​​ and @angelinathebook​.

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[Summer of 2011, Freshman Year, 15 y/o.]

July 12 was going to go down in history as the day that Y/N Julianne Parker conquered her fear of heights. 

For the past seven years you've lived in Brooklyn, you and the gang went to Coney Island every day that you possibly could in the seventy-seven days of summer that school offered you. And every year, everyone would buy a ticket for the Wonder Wheel… except you. So for an hour of waiting time and ten minutes while your friends could be heard from the top screaming and laughing, you sat at the bottom waiting. But it wasn’t so bad. Someone always sat out with you to keep you company while the rest rode the wheel. Of course, you always felt a little guilty about it; like the little sister that no one wanted to deal with. They drew straws and the unlucky member that was picked didn't get to partake in, apparently, the “best ride ever” that year. 

[Summer of 2004, Third Grade, 8 y/o.]

The first time the gang went to Coney Island, well, the gang was much smaller. Just you, Steve, and Bucky. Sarah was the one to suggest that the boys draw straws.

“We don't leave each other behind,” she'd said, taking out the straw of her coke and cutting it into different sized pieces with the pocket knife from her ex-husband. “Now, that also applies to me. Three straws. Steve, Bucky, and me. Whoever picks the shortest straw stays with Y/N.”

You stared at your feet and shuffled your feet. “I-I don't want to keep you guys from—”

A comforting hand landed on your shoulder and Sarah gave you a warm smile. “Hey, we're not abandoning you.” She ruffled Steve and Bucky’s hair with her spare hand. “These two little buggers and I? We're with you until the end of the line, baby.”

Steve had drawn the short straw that particular time, but he didn't really mind. He said heights triggered his allergies anyway.

[Summer of 2011, Freshman Year, 15 y/o.]

“You can do this. You can do this. Just brea—”

“Hey, relax, will you? You've been shaking since we picked you up. It's a ferris wheel.” Tony slung his arm around your shoulders, chewing on the stick of the lollipop he started on the walk there. He peaked at you imphisly from under his sunglasses.

“Lay off, Stark. Just be nice about it, ok? She's nervous,” Steve butted in. Always the hero, you thought. 

“Thanks, Stevie. But really, I am… ok. I can do this,” you insisted. You looked up at the giant wheel and your stomach floored. The line shifted forward and Bruce bumped into you.

Bruce adjusted his tilted glasses. “Oh sorry—”

“I can't do this!”

Half of the crew sighed and started digging through their pockets. Tony, Thor, and Natasha muttered small curses before handing fives to Clint, Loki, and Bucky. 

“I really thought you were going to this time around,” Natasha groaned, but she still smiled at you before glaring at a very satisfied Clint.

You huffed in annoyance. “Even you, Bucky?”

“Don't hate the player. Hate the game, killer,” he smirked, shoving Thor's five into his pocket. You continued to frown.

“Aw, come on, doll. Don't be that way.” Bucky came over to you, placed his hands in his jacket, and shot an innocent pout at you. “You know I love you. You're my dream girl.”

You punched him in the arm. “Fuck off, James.”

He backed up like a wounded dog, holding his arm. “Hey, I'm just trying to make us some money. So we can start a life together, baby. You and me.” 

Flirt. You rolled your eyes.

“Whatever,” Tony muttered, putting his wallet back in his pocket. “Who's got the straws?”

Steve bashfully pulled out multiple straws of different lengths and began to shuffle them in his palms. The routine started again. Everyone pulled a straw: Tony, Clint, Bruce, Thor, Nat, then Bucky. 

Bucky drew the short stick. 

The gang patted his shoulder—their clandestine form of sympathy, just as the routine went. The gang entered the line and you and your unlucky companion for the next hour and ten minutes sat on the bench near the vintage ice cream parlor that sold flavors all the way back to the 1930s. And then, you'd thank whoever sat with you. Sometimes, they bought you a cone or if they had historically Irish luck, then you'd buy them a sundae because it was the second time they had to sit with you. (A rightfully bitter Clint once asked for the most expensive item on the menu and Coney Island prices weren't cheap.)

Something about this time was different though. It was funny. In all the seven years you'd known Bucky, he never once drew the short straw. Never. Long had he been accused of cheating, but your peers could never prove it. Until now.

Apparently, he wasn't cheating.

You decided to stick to the routine anyway, despite the sour frown on Bucky's face. 

“Thanks,” you mumbled. You tried to shoot him a small smile, but his pout persisted and he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. 

You sat there for a good ten minutes until you started to get sick of Bucky’s frown. Bucky was always difficult when he was in a bad mood, but after years of trial and error, you knew how to deal with his moodiness. “I’ll be right back,” you said.

You got up and waded into the crowd of people before disappearing altogether from Bucky’s view. He slumped further into the bench. “Why am I even here if you're just gonna split?” he muttered.

After several minutes, Bucky’s cheeks began to hurt and he sat up. Where were you? He stood and scanned the surrounding area for his annoyingly evasive friend. 

“Hey!” A finger poked him in the shoulder and when he turned, he was met with a large ice cream cone shoved in front of him. Behind it, stood Y/N with an innocent grin lining her face.

Bucky took the cone and smirked, “You remembered.”

“Burgundy cherry on a sugar cone. Two scoops,” you recited, rocking back and forth on your heels.

He chuckled. She always knew how to cheer him up. He stared at the scoop of pink ice cream. “I’m sorry for being… dumb about the ferris wheel. I know you don't like it,” he mumbled. 

“It’s okay.” You blushed behind your cone, hoping Bucky wouldn't see. “You’re lucky you've got those baby blues, Barnes. It's what's kept me around all these years,” you joked, shoving him playfully in the arm. 

Bucky pulled away in pretend pain. “Careful killer, you just might make me fall in love with you.”

“Save it, Barnes.” 

Bucky watched you while you returned to licking your ice cream. As much as he loved you, Bucky was going on that ride.

He stood up and reached out for your hand, smiling warmly. “Come on, Killer. I've got a surprise for you.”

You looked up with excitement. “Really?”

“Yeah, but you gotta close your eyes.” Bucky walked behind you and covered your eyes with his free hand. “Trust me. You'll like this.”

“Holy fuck, Bucky!” you screeched, pushing into Bucky’s side, trying to get away from the edge of the seat. Your heart pounded out of your chest as you rose higher and higher. You screwed your eyes shut, but it only accelerated the tears that poked at the corners and threatened to spill down your cheeks. 

“Bucky, I want off…” you whimpered. “I want to get off.” 

“Hey, just don’t look down. You’re safe with me,” he assured you, taking your hand in his. You squeezed it, hard. He pulled his other arm away from where you pressed against it and wrapped it around your shoulders, beckoning you into his embrace. 

“Please Bucky, I want to get down,” you whispered, one single tear rolling down your cheek as you spoke. You knew what you were asking wasn’t rational, but logic and reason were left on the ground below, along with your confidence. 

“Just focus on your breathing and focus on me,” He coached, making stupid deep-breathing gestures with his arms. 

“What about you? Focus on how much I hate you or the strong urge I have to punch you?” You fire back, not feeling at all comforted. If anything, that made it worse. You were slowly rising higher and higher and the pit in your stomach grew deeper and deeper. 

“Well I… was thinking more like something along the lines of this,” he murmured, taking your hands. He started to rub small circles into the skin of your hand with his thumb, “And this,” he said with the same soft intensity, the arm that was wrapped tightly around your shoulders, snaking itself around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, warming you from the breeze of being so high. And then Bucky made that stupid face that made you feel all warm and fluttery inside. So stupid…

Bucky watched as you calmed your breathing. He knew you’d probably uphold your promise to punch him when you got off, but it was worth it. You shivered at the cool temperature from being at the top of the ferris wheel. Bucky’s instincts pulled your closer to him; he was always warm, so you would always cuddle up to him. It was then that Bucky realized that he was still holding your hand and you were still staring at him with your stupid, doe eyes. 

And that’s when Bucky couldn’t take it anymore. 

All of freshman year, you and he had been dancing around each other, daring the other to just say something, but the two of you were probably the most stubborn people on the planet. He wasted all of freshman year flirting with other girls because he had too much pride to just admit that you were the only one for him. Fuck friendship, Bucky Barnes fell hard for you and he didn’t want to come up for air any time soon. 

“What’re you starin’ at, pretty boy?” you mumbled. 

“Killer, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Oh, just wait until we get off this damn—mphf!”

Lips connected to yours. The butterflies in your stomach that started flapping because of your sheer terror, began to fly for entirely different reasons. His lips were soft and gentle. You gripped his hand a little tighter and lifted your free one to drag it through his hair.

“Oh shit! Are you guys fucking making out!?” You could hear Clint’s voice two cars down. 

“Holy shit!” Tony. “Someone get a picture! Also, Thor owes me 20 bucks!”

“What!? You couldn’t have waited like another week, Barnes!?” Thor’s voice boomed. 

Bucky placed his hand on the side of his mouth and yelled down, “Stop betting on everything!” He sucked in his lip in annoyance and huffed at his friends’ commentary and his ruined moment with you. But you just chuckled.

“I think this is my new favorite ride,” you said and Bucky’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. He placed his hands on the sides of your head and kissed your forehead.

“So does this mean you’re my girl, killer?” he mumbled against your head.

“I don’t know, James. I’m still pretty mad that you tricked me.”

“Didn’t you say you liked this ride now. I remember you calling it ‘your favorite ride,’” he said, bending his fingers in air quotes.

“I’m punching you when we get off this stupid machine, jerk.”

“If it means I get to kiss those pretty lips again, then hit me with your best shot.”

[Summer of 2020, 24 y/o.]

“We are now in New York City. This is 206 Livingston Street. Thank you for riding with Greyhound and we hope you have a good day.” 

The double-doors of the bus opened with a hiss and you gathered your bags after saying goodbye to the nice father who was taking his boys on a trip to the Big Apple for their summer vacation.

Your phone buzzed.

Today | 10:00 am

Wanda: Hey, just wanted to make sure you got here ok :) Y/N: I just got off. I’m headed to your apartment right now. Wanda: Are you sure you don’t want me to help you with your bags? Y/N: I’m ok. Just waiting for a cab.  Wanda: Ok, stay safe <3.  Wanda: And remember! Drinks at the Odinsons’ at 8, ok?  Y/N: Ok, I'll think about it… Are you sure he won't be there? Wanda: No, drama queen. He took an extra shift at the station anyway. Wanda: Be there! x

You stared at the apartment in front of you and thought about Wanda's last text. You were hesitant to go anyway. Seeing everyone again… It'd bring back too many memories that all involved him. Maybe Wanda was right. You were a drama queen. You couldn't even think his name without being upset. And even though you were in the largest city in America, you had a feeling it would be hard to avoid him. 

God, you couldn't believe you were back here. Six years ago, you swore you'd never come back to New York and here you were in the same place you started. 

Hopefully, Thor still made good drinks.