#but in my heart. in my soul. i am a pedantic little shit.

[aliosne]

Look i KNOW they’re just playing pretend and making up cool looks i K N O W it but every time critrole are dressing their characters for a special event im just like *digging my fingers into my thighs* THAT SILHOUETTE REQUIRES BIAS CUT AND THAT LEVEL OF FABRIC WASTE REQUIRES INDUSTRIALIZED FABRIC PRODUCTION DO YOU HAVE INDUSTRIALIZED FABRIC PRODUCTION IN YOUR WORLD MATTHEW MERCER

[simsadventures]

House of Repair

Sequel to House of Memories

Summary: While you try to be happy in your new life, there is the little nagging voice telling you to go back to Bucky.

Warnings: angst, memories, fluff

Word Count: 1848

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Adam (OFC) x Reader

A/N: By popular demand (by which I mean @coffeebooksandfandom ’s constant harassing me, haha, kidding, love you!!) I’ve written a second part to House of Memories, and I’m actually thinking of making it a “trilogy”. What do we think? Anyhow, let me know what you guys thought <3 xx

Bucky Barnes Masterlist __ Masterlist

The sun was shining through the blinds in the kitchen, its warm rays giving you the last taste of summer before the rainy and cold autumn came. This was probably your favourite time of the year. The nature was still warm and bright, but the light changes would let anyone know of what was coming, of all the colourful changes that would happen all around you, as the nature prepared for the winter.

The afternoon was filled with laughter and gentle bickering between you and your boyfriend, Adam. He was a kind soul, and he could always make you laugh, even in the worst possible situations. You knew he was a good man, and at some point, that was enough for you.

After all that went down with Bucky, you just wanted to have your peace and live a calm and boring life. No life-threatening missions, no late-night calls from Brazil that he was ok, none of that. Adam was thoughtful, he would bring you your favourite tea every night while you were busy watching the newest movie on your radar. He would sit there with you, playing his games, but letting you know he would be there with you no matter what.

And you didn’t know what it was, but, somehow, peace and calm weren’t what you wanted anymore.

At the beginning of your relationship with Bucky, before the shit hit the fan, Bucky was attentive, more than just knowing your favourite tea after 4 months together. He would bring you your favourite flowers every now and then, he would know, just by the tick in your face that you were having a bad day and he’d bring you a weighted blanket. He could even tell when it was your pedantic mother who just called, just by a glint in your eye, he would say.

And then there was the physical side of the relationship. Adam was cute and sweet even in bed, never really the one to be up to any experiments, and while you knew that sex wasn’t everything, it certainly played a role in your life.

With Bucky, things were steamy and passionate, all the way to the end. There was this pure, animalistic need when you were with him, your body just called for him, and he was able to satisfy your every need, fulfil your every dirty fantasy.

And despite you telling yourself that you were completely over him, that he didn’t matter to you anymore, deep down, you knew it was far from being the truth. When you saw him the last time, you had to tell him to go and never come back, because every time you saw him standing in front of your building, you had the nagging feeling of running to his arms and never letting him go.

You were looking at Adam, making himself a coffee when the machine broke, and the powder from the coffee burst from the machine and ended up on Adam’s face and T-shirt. You almost spit out the water in your mouth, laughing hysterically and the image in front of you.

From the corner of your eye, you saw a movement outside, but when you looked there, the street was empty. You stopped laughing and looked harder. If you didn’t know better, you’d even believe that it was Bucky who you saw there, but that was impossible.

You shook your head and took another sip of your water, handing Adam a roll of kitchen tissues to get the coffee off his face.

But you couldn’t stop thinking about what you thought you saw. You squeaked a quick apology, and ran out of your apartment, down to the hallway, and outside the building.

You stood there, looking around, trying to not seem as desperate as you were feeling.

You just wanted to see him, that was all. Just a little glimpse and your heart would know what it wanted.

You would either decide finally that he wasn’t what you needed, or (and you thought this might be the option with a slightly bigger chance of happening) you would realise that no matter what was bothering him before, you two could work it out.

You looked in all directions, but even though some people were walking down the street, none of them looked even remotely like Bucky.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, and you found yourself disappointed.

You turned back around to go back to your apartment, trying to think of something to tell Adam that would seem at least a little believable. You bowed your head ever so slightly, to watch where you were going, and something on the ground caught your attention.

You frowned because the little leaf of paper seemed familiar, and when you crouched to get it, you gasped.

It was the last photo of you and Bucky, the one you gave Bucky to keep because you couldn’t build your future on something like that. You spun around to see if he isn’t hiding somewhere, desperately trying to find the familiar face. But still, you saw nothing.

At least, you told yourself, you weren’t completely crazy, and he must’ve been there moments ago if the photo was still not blown away by the wind.

You forgot all about Adam waiting for you in your apartment, so when you came face to face with his confused form, you couldn’t even muster any apologetic words. He just looked at your slightly dishevelled form, then at the photo, you were gripping so tightly, as if your whole life depended on it, and he smiled sadly.

“Go get him, Y/N. I like you, I really do. You’re one of the most amazing women I’ve ever met, so kind, funny, beautiful, you’re just perfect. But I always kinda felt you weren’t really mine, to begin with. Your heart has always been his, and I think you both deserve a second chance at love, together.”

You listened to him, and tears started to well in your eyes.

“How can you be so perfect, Adam? You are probably the best I’ve ever met, and I hate doing this to you because you deserve so much better.”

He scoffed and smiled at you, looking as understanding as ever.

“I’ll be fine, I promise. But as long as you don’t know at least what happened and what you can do to repair the relationship, you’ll never be happy. And all I want for you is to be happy. If it’s with him or with me, that’s up to you, and I think we both know the answer.”

You hugged him tightly, crying for love that never had a chance, and for the one that your heart still hoped and cheered for.

“Thank you, so, so much, Adam.”

He just nodded and let you go, walking to the door and smiling at you one last time. When the door clicked shut, you took a deep breath and thought of a strategy. What am I about to say? What if he doesn’t want to see me? But he was just here, so he probably wanted to see me, right?

All those thoughts ran through your head, and before you even realised it, you were sitting in your car, putting the key into the ignition and driving towards the compound.

The whole drive was filled with you arguing with yourself about how you’re gonna approach him, what you’re gonna tell him, and creating crazy scenarios for every possible situation that might occur.

You stopped in front of the gates, telling FRIDAY that it was you, and when she told you that you still had all the rights to the compound, you huffed a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. In all the scenarios in your head, you’ve got in, and it never really occurred to you that you might not have the rights to enter the compound anymore. You shook your head and drove to the front door.

You sprinted out of your car and almost ran to the front desk, where a lovely looking blond was sitting.

“Hello, may I help you? Should I call someone to meet you here?” She asked politely.

You tried to give her your best smile, despite the nerves boiling in your body.

“Hi, uhm, my name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I’m here to see Mr Barnes. Would it be possible if I went right to his room? I know it’s not what you’re supposed to-“

“It’s alright. I’ve got all the information I need about you here, and I think it would be best if you went to Mr Barnes’ room directly.” She gave you a knowing look, and you felt like kissing her hands with gratitude.

“Thank you so much!” You stuttered and set to walk to Bucky’s room, this time much less determined because the whole situation started to dawn on you.

You were in the compound. You were about to see Bucky. BUCKY!

When you were right in front of his room (you didn’t even know how you got there, it was probably your body remembering where it should go), you stopped yourself before you could knock. Your anxiety got the better of you once again, and you weren’t so sure he would even like to see you again.

But before you could overthink it, even more, the door in front of you opened, and you were face to face with the man you could never really forget in all those months.

Bucky’s eyes widened, and he looked around the corridor to see if the world was on fire, or something, because, no way in hell were you there on your own free will.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked, little more roughly than he intended.

But you didn’t let him intimidate you. Not this time.

“I’m here to talk, Bucky.”

“About what? I thought you never wanted to see me again, and you had a good reason for it. And by the way, is your boyfriend happy with you being here?”

You squinted your eyes at him before you dropped your gaze to the floor.

“There is no boyfriend anymore, Bucky,” you almost whispered. “And I would like to talk about us, but if you think that there is no chance of any “us” any longer, I can just turn-“

“Us? Are you for real? I mean- uh, why now? What happened? Are you ok? Did someone hurt you?” Bucky rambled on before you put a finger to his lips to silence him.

“I’ve never stopped thinking about us, not really, and today, I saw something that reminded me of you, and I thought I’d give it a shot.”

“What did you see?” He asked, the nerves evident in his voice.

You just smiled at him and put the photo he dropped in front of your apartment in his palm. He looked at the so familiar thing, and gave you a cracked smile, inviting you into his room.

“I want nothing more than to talk about us, doll.” He said and closed the door behind you.

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