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justsomebucky · 7 years ago

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Knowing Him

Summary: Songfic AU. Reader struggles with new feelings and insecurities in a new relationship.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,596

Warnings: language, fluff, insecurity, bagel discourse

A/N: This is for @propertyofpoeandbucky‘s writing challenge (non-disney). My prompt was the song “How Will I Know?” by the iconic Whitney Houston. It’s short and fluffy. I listened to this song so many times I need a five-year break from it, haha.

There's a boy I know, he's the one I dream of Looks into my eyes, takes me to the clouds above

You had another dream about him.

That was your first thought, first realization, first eye roll of the day as you awoke that Saturday morning. Eight dates was all it took…a mere one month of dating and you were already all-in with this one. There was just something about him…not that you wanted to be that way. Normally you were cautious with your heart.

It was a simple, soft morning as pale light streamed through your window and all over the room. Saturdays were usually your day to get a couple extra hours of sleep, but lately you’d been waking up on your own, always just after sunrise. It was like your subconscious was eager to start the day even if your body didn’t always want to cooperate.

You got out of bed almost lazily, as if slowing down the process would allow the images from your dream to linger. It was easy to get lost in the romanticism of it all, after growing up with Disney movies that brainwashed you with this starry-eyed happily-ever-after stuff.

Ooh I lose control, can't seem to get enough When I wake from dreaming, tell me is it really love

In the dream, Bucky held you in his arms, something that wasn’t unusual. You felt safe and happy, which was also normal. But then…

It was totally normal to dream about saying ‘I love you’ to someone you had only been dating for a month…wasn’t it?

After all, dreams were where implausible, crazy things happened. It was almost like the dream where you go to school in your underpants and don’t realize it, or the one where you clench your jaw and crunch all your teeth together by accident. They were just fears coming to mind while you were asleep, so that your brain could confront a fear or something.

It didn’t mean anything…right?

“Right,” you confirmed aloud to absolutely no one.

You made your way to the kitchen, still in your pajamas, and settled on a quick bowl of cereal for breakfast. Cereal was comfortable and familiar, like your pajamas, like the couch you sat down on, like the news anchors on TV who’d been there for nearly a decade…

…and familiar meant that you knew all about it. It meant that you weren’t second-guessing anything, because you didn’t have to. You weren’t wondering if you were crazy or imagining things, imagining feelings that weren’t really there.

Could your new relationship really be going this well? It seemed almost absurd to you. All your past experiences were nothing like this.

You heard your phone ring, the dream dilemma momentarily forgotten as you realized (with a really loud groan) that it was still on the counter next to the cereal box. You stood up and set your cereal bowl on the coffee table, making your way to the phone to stop its incessant ringing.

A quick glance at the caller ID told you who it was. “Hey, Wanda.”

“Y/N! You’re actually awake?” Her voice was cheerful as usual, though her thick accent always seemed to make her sound bored to someone who didn’t know her as well as you.

You leaned against the counter, vaguely wondering how long it would take for your cereal to get soggy. “Yeah, it’s this new…thing…anyways, what’s up?”

“I was calling to see if you had plans today. I thought maybe you’d wanna catch a movie or something? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

That was eye roll moment number two. “I’m not as busy as you think, Wanda, it’s just that we have similar work schedules.”

“And you’ve been seeing that Borky guy-“

“Bucky,” you corrected her, biting back a smile. She knew what his damn name was, she was just agitated that he’d taken up a lot of your time lately.

“Whatever,” Wanda sighed. “Are you in or not? The weather’s going to be perfect for staying inside.”

That’s exactly what you had been thinking, though you were hoping to stay in your pajamas. “Sure, Wanda, but can we watch a movie here on Netflix or something instead of going out?”

“Yes! That works for me.”

“Okay. Maybe we can order in, too.”

She paused for a second. “I was worried that you might ditch me for him again.”

“You ditch me for Vis all the time,” you reminded her. “Remember the trip I planned?”

Before Bucky, before you had even decided to try dating again, you had planned a little trip to a music festival upstate you’d been wanting to go to for years. You plotted the entire weekend and sent the details to Wanda, only to have her thank you and go with her boyfriend instead.

“I thought you planned a romantic trip for us,” she protested with a laugh. “It’s not my fault you wanted the romance for you and me instead.”

“You are so funny,” you muttered, glancing back at your cereal. Yeah, it was probably mush by now.

“Oh, you know you love me. At least I have that over Borky, right?”

How will I know (Don't trust your feelings) How will I know How will I know (Love can be deceiving) How will I know

You stayed silent, your eyes flickering to the counter.

“Right?” Wanda prodded again.

When you didn’t answer a second time, she sighed in your ear. “Please tell me it’s not true.”

“Wanda!” you exclaimed, feeling a little offended. “Why can’t I feel what I feel?”

“Because you always do this, Y/N. You get these really deep feelings way too soon, and you always get your heart broken. I just don’t want to see you get hurt again, friend.”

Technically, she wasn’t wrong. You did tend to give your whole heart in your relationships, probably much sooner than the other person, but it was only because you cared deeply about people. You thought people deserved love, and while in the past you were better off just being friends, there was no denying that what you really wanted was true love.

Maybe that was the true issue.

Were you forcing it already? Did you make it all up, project onto Bucky what you wanted him to feel to justify it? Wanda’s words struck a chord; now you weren’t even sure yourself.

“Well, friend,” you echoed, trying by failing to keep the irritation out of your tone. “How am I supposed to know what I’m feeling? How am I supposed to predict how he’s feeling, while we’re at it?”

How will I know if he really loves me I say a prayer with every heartbeat I fall in love whenever we meet I'm asking you what you know about these things

“Well, has he said anything about it yet?”

With your cereal long forgotten, you flopped back down on the couch. “I mean, not really, no. Nothing like, explicitly declaring his love for me if that’s what you mean.”

Now the world didn’t seem as warm and bright as it had earlier, as if the sky was reflecting your change in mood. The clouds that were promised by the local weatherman were rolling in, and with them came a dim light and slight chill in the air.

Wanda didn’t speak for a few beats.

You picked at a piece of lint on your pajama pants. “Wan?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Y/N,” she said finally. “You don’t want to say it too soon, you know, because you don’t want to scare him off, right?”

That was a reasonable statement. You stretched your legs out, putting your feet on the coffee table.

“Right. But I don’t want it to seem like he’s just a casual thing for me either, Wanda.”

“So ask him.”

How will I know if he's thinking of me I try to phone but I'm too shy (can't speak) Falling in love is all bittersweet This love is strong, why do I feel weak

The mere thought of bringing any of this up to Bucky made you want to curl up in a ball and hide under a blanket. You’d been so sure this morning, so certain that you were right, that this connection was different and much stronger than previous relationships.

It must not be that strong if one call from your best friend could derail your confidence that much.

“I can practically hear your panicked thoughts over the line,” Wanda laughed. “Y/N, I’m going to ask you some rapid-fire questions, okay? It’s something that Vis told me about, from an article he read or something. Whatever your first answer is, that’ll be it, okay?”

You made a face. “Uh, I guess?”

“Okay. Here we go.”

“Okay.” Your grip on the phone tightened. For some reason you were nervous to see if this would actually work.

You were nervous if the truth would be different from what you wanted it to be.

“Earth to Y/N! Are you awake?”

“Yes.”

“Is it raining?”

“No.”

“Is my name Wanda?”

“Yes.”

“Are you at work?”

“No.”

“Is it Saturday?”

“Yes.”

“Did you go outside today?”

“No.”

“Are all dogs cute?”

“Yes”

“Do you love Bucky?”

“Yes.”

Your left hand clamped over your mouth in shock. You sure as hell blurted that out without thinking.

Oh, wake me, I'm shaking, wish I had you near me now Said there's no mistaking, what I feel is really love

Wanda chuckled on the other end of the line. “So anyways, there’s your answer about your feelings, Y/N. I guess it’s true.”

You could barely hear her, though, as your thoughts raced and you tried to focus on the implications. That might have solved half of the dilemma, but it still didn’t answer your main question:

Did Bucky Barnes love you, too?

How will I know (Don't trust your feelings) How will I know How will I know (Love can be deceiving) How will I know

“So now,” Wanda continued, her voice getting louder. “Now you text him and spend the day with him instead, okay?”

You shook your head. “Wait, I thought you wanted to come over and watch movies?”

“I did,” she agreed nonchalantly. “I’m over it. Go be with Borky, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow, maybe?”

“Okay, Wanda, and thank you. I love you.”

“Oh, now you just love everybody, is that it?”

“Again, so funny.”

“Love you too. Have fun. Text me later.”

If he loves me, if he loves me not

You pressed end on the call, then stared at your contact list. Bucky’s name was just sitting there, ready for use. All you had to do was press call, or send a quick text. All you had to do was take a step towards the truth.

If he loves me, if he loves me not

“Come on,” you muttered, giving the phone a shake as if it was the reason you weren’t calling or texting Bucky. “You can do this.”

If he loves me, if he loves me not

What would you even say, though? ‘Hey, it’s Y/N. Wanna come over and maybe let me know if you love me or not?’

“Feh.” You stood up and launched the phone into the couch cushions, deciding to dump your mushy cereal while you tried to come up with what to say to him.

“This shouldn’t be so hard,” you chided yourself as you scraped the congealed cereal into the garbage bin. “You’ve been together an entire month now. Four weeks. Eight whole incredible dates. You can-“

Your self-pep talk was interrupted by a few raps on the door. It was probably your neighbor telling you to stop talking to yourself. That’s the kind of crazy your insecurity was causing.

You opened the door, not bothering to adjust your hair or pajamas.

To your utter surprise (and inner despair), Bucky was standing in your doorway, his blue-grey eyes wide as he took in your messy state.

“Y/N, hey,” he greeted with a warm smile. “Can I come in?”

“I uh…I wasn’t expecting you, Bucky. You usually text first?” You felt your face growing warm with embarrassment as you moved aside to let him in. If only you hadn’t worn your Wonder Woman pajamas to bed last night. Why, why, why…

“I’m sorry about that.” He held up a paper bag. “But I was nearby and I brought you bagels. You know, the ones you like from the café on the corner of Union and...what’s wrong?”

You shook your head, moving around him to head to your bedroom. “Let me just get changed.”

“Why?”

A quick glance back at him stopped you in your tracks. He truly looked confused. “Because I’m in my pajamas, my hair’s a mess, I’ve not even washed my face let alone put on makeup, Buck…I just…a little warning would have been nice.”

“I’m sorry,” Bucky repeated, stepping closer to you, his hands sliding to rest on your hips as he turned you back toward him. There was a small smile on his mouth and sincerity in his eyes. “I think you look great.”

“I look like a sloppy nerd,” you pouted, trying in vain to pull back from his embrace. So maybe you were flirting a little, too. Whatever. You had information to dig up, so it was almost necessary.

Oh, how will I know?

“You do,” he agreed, his smile widening. “But it’s really cute. And you’re cute when you’re embarrassed, too.”

“Bucky!”

He finally got you to stand still by brushing his lips over yours once, twice, enough times to make you lean into the kiss for more. The two of you stood there, wrapped up in each other for what seemed like ten minutes but was probably less than one, before he pulled back to look at you, his eyes twinkling.

“So I take it you forgive me?”

“I guess.” You shrugged as you untangled yourself from him, making your way over to the counter and the bagels he brought. You emptied the bag and opened the cream cheese. “I mean, you did bring me food, so you must really care.”

“I do care, obviously,” Bucky agreed, coming up behind you and reaching for a bagel. “I mean, love makes me do weird things, like show up early with breakfast. Speaking of, do you want yours toasted or not?”

You felt utter shock for the second time that day as you set the cream cheese down and stared at him.

He waved the bagel in your direction. “Toasted? Not toasted?”

“Not,” you said softly, offering him a smile.

Bucky gave a nod and set your bagel on a plate for you, then moved to toast his while you went over to the couch with all the supplies. Apparently he didn’t realize the gravity of his casual comment, or if he did, he wasn’t letting on.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” he asked as he settled in beside you, steadying his plate on his knee.

“Yeah. I’ll let you pick,” you offered, taking a generous bite. Those bagels really were heavenly.

“Really? You’d even watch an old war movie with me?” Bucky gave you an incredulous glance, then wrapped his free arm around you, reaching for the remote with the other hand. “I thought you hated those.”

“Yeah,” you repeated, snuggling closer to him. “I mean, love makes me do weird things, like put up with your bad taste in movies.”

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Good to know.”

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iwillbeinmynest · 7 years ago

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Lay All Your Love on Me - Bucky x Reader(f)

Authors Notes: This is for @propertyofpoeandbucky ‘s writing challenge! I decided to use the song to inspire me and this is what came of it! I hope you like it!

Prompt: Lay all Your Love on Me by ABBA

Word Count: 1.1K

Notes/Warnings: Drinking, jealousy, self doubt, embarrassment, kissing.

“Promise?” You tugged on the collar of Bucky’s shirt. You were leaning against him, trapping him between you and the front door.

“Baby, I promise. It’s just a guys night. No dames, I swear.” He chuckled at your pouty jealousy. He rubbed his thumb on your cheek and leaned down to kiss your nose.

“None that you’re bringing. That doesn’t mean they won’t be there. It is a bar, Buck.” You chewed on the inside of your lip. You knew how ridiculous you sounded but you couldn’t help it. Bucky always had women looking at him. Not that you didn’t understand why; he’s gorgeous.

“(Y/N),” Bucky held your face in his hands and smiled at you. “I promise, no girls. You trust me, right?”

You nodded as much as you could in his grasp. “I do.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about.” Bucky gently pushed you off of him and grabbed his jacket from the coat rack. He grabbed the back of your head and pulled you close. He kissed you with a grin and gave you a wink. “I’ll see you later.”

“Okay,” You tried to put on a brave face. “Have fun.”

He smiled over his shoulder and shut the door behind him.

When you were sure he was in the elevator you grabbed your phone and called Natasha. “Hey, you wanna go out tonight?…Nothing crazy, just a bar or two…No reason, I just feel like going out is all.” You lied as you pulled your favorite dress out of the closet.

You bobbed the straw in your drink up and down as you searched the place for Bucky. You and Nat had tried three bars in town and not found him yet.

“(Y/N),” Nat raised her eye brows as she sipped her martini. “What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” You tried to play it off.

“Don’t do that to me. I know something is up. Who are you looking for? Are you cheating on Barnes? Because if you are, I don’t want any part of that.” She explained.

“No! No, it’s nothing like that. I just- I’m looking for Bucky.” You finally confessed.

“What? Can’t you just text him?” The red-head asked confused.

“No. He’s out with the boys tonight and I-” You sighed and your shoulders slumped. “You know how girls get with him, Nat. I just thought if I could coincidentally show up at the same bar looking like this, it would help him not be so distracted by them.”

Nat smirked and stifled a laugh.

“What?” You questioned harshly.

“You honestly think Barnes is looking at other girls?”

“I mean, no but, come on Nat, look at the women in here. I can’t keep up with this!” You gestured out to the women in the bar, all of them stunning in every way.

“(Y/N),” Nat pulled your attention back to her. “Bucky is crazy about you. These women are no competition for you, hun. Trust me.” She pulled out her phone and sent a quick text.

“You sure?” You asked timidly.

“Positive. He loves you.” She reassured and you smiled.

“This was dumb. Dumb and expensive.” You chuckled. “Lets go home.”

Nat’s phone lit up and she stood from her seat, taking your hand and dragging you with her. “Nope. Fix your lipstick, we’ve got one more stop to make.”

Bucky was having a good time. A night with the guys was just what he needed. Or so he thought. His mind kept drifting to you. He wanted to text you and see what you were doing, or better yet, to go home and be with you. It was getting late and he was looking forward to walking back through your apartment door and holding you again.

Sam put his phone into his pocket and whistled. “Would you look at that one!” He gestured to the bar.

Bucky looked around and a flash of red nail polish caught his eye. He knew that color. He looked again, he knew that dress. He knew that hair, those shoulders, that waist, those legs.

He looked at Sam with a suspicious eye and Sam just nodded. “Go get your girl, man. We have more fun without you anyways.” He joked.

“Thanks.” Bucky nodded back with the hint of a smile ghosting at the corners of his mouth.

He excused himself form his friends for the night and made his way to the bar.

“Excuse me miss?” He asked as he inhaled the perfume he’d memorized before.

You turned in your chair with a seductive smile. “Yes?”

“I’m sorry to bother you but I saw you from over there and I just had to come and say hello. I’m James.” He grinned as he extended a hand.

You decided to play along. “Hello James.”

Nat smirked and slid out of her seat. “I think it’s time for me to head home. Call me later? Don’t go home with any strangers.” She winked.

Bucky sat in her seat without taking his eyes off of you. “What are you doing here?” He asked, dropping the role play. He smiled and took your hand.

“I’m embarrassed to say.” You blushed.

He caught on quickly. “Doll, you didn’t.”

“I did. I’m so sorry, Buck. I just kept thinking of all the girls who fawn over you and I wanted to… I don’t even know. I’m sorry. I ruined your night didn’t I?”

He chuckled shortly. “What? No, you could never-” He paused and took a breath. “You wanna get outta here?”

You nodded your head with a stupid smile spread across your face. “Yeah.” You said in a whisper.

He still hadn’t let go of your hand when he helped you from the bar stool. He gently tugged you towards the door when suddenly he stopped. “Wait.” He turned sharply and pulled you to the middle of the bar against a pillar.

He shocked you when his lips first hit yours but you quickly melted into the familiarity of his lips and his scent. He kissed you long and deep, cupping your head at the base of your neck and holding you tight against him.

When he finally pulled away you asked breathlessly, “What was that about?”

“See that blonde over my shoulder?” He tilted his head back slightly and you looked. Sure enough, there was a blonde giving you the death stare. Your eyes jerked back to his, waiting for him to continue. “She kept buying my drinks tonight, even when I told her I’m taken. Thought I’d prove a point to her.” He smirked.

“James Barnes…” You squinted at him. “Are you using me?”

“Oh, doll, you don’t even know. Just you wait, baby.” He kissed you again before pulling you behind him out the door.

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kjs-s · 7 years ago

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When the darkness comes

Pairing Pietro Maximoff x reader

Summary: Pietro hearing you scream when a nightmare woke you up so he comforts you.

Word Count: 1603

Warnings: mention of nightmare and being chased

Song Prompt: All i ask of you from the phantom of the opera

A/N: This is my entry for @propertyofpoeandbucky‘s writing challenge. I hope you will all like it. I want to thank @agentpeggicarter for all of her help, from reading it over to coming up eith the title. Your suggestions were excellent.

@sprinkleofhappinessuniverse @buckys-fossil @writing-journeyx @ohyesmarvel

At 2 am everyone in the tower was fast asleep. Everyone, except for Pietro. He had an exhausting training session with Steve and Buck in the morning so he ended up sleeping for almost five hours afterward. So he found himself in the kitchen eating the cupcakes Clint had bought earlier to celebrate his daughter’s win in her school’s spelling bee.

When he finished them, he ran to his room. However, a sound made him stop in his track and look around worried. It sounded like someone was asking for help and that was exactly what it was.

The sound was coming from your room. You were asking for help so Pietro had Friday open your door. He needed to help you. For a moment he imagines you being kidnapped and taken hostage and he couldn’t stand this thought. He still had so much to say to you. Pietro was afraid of a lot of things losing you from his life was one of the most disturbing fears for him.

‘’(Y/N) are you ok? Do you need help?’’ He called out looking for a light switch.

You shot up in your bed being startled both by the nightmare you had and by Pietro’s sudden appearance in your room.

‘’Pietro? What are you doing here? Where is the wolf?’’ You were looking around trying to make sense of everything.

‘’What wolf (Y/N)? There is nothing in your room. I heard you calling for help so I came over. I believed someone had attacked you.’’ He approached you to make sure you were not harmed.

‘’Apparently, I had a nightmare.’’ You explained to him but your voice was revealing how scared you were. ‘’It was so vivid that I thought I was in real danger.’’ Your whole body was tense.

‘’I think it will help you if you talk to me about it. That’s what helped me and Wanda when we first started living here. Do you think you can do it?’’ He took a chair and placed it next to your bed. It was in a position that he would be able to both look at you and hold your hand if you needed it.

‘’I saw all of us going on a mission, probably the next one that Steve mentioned earlier. We gathered all the information and then had to spend the night in a small ‘’safe house’’ more like a cabin near a forest. I saw myself trying to gather some wood to start a small fire but I got lost in the forest. I was scared so while trying to find my way back I sensed something coming towards me and I ran. I was running away from the noise when I turned expecting to maybe see one wolf but instead, I encountered a whole pack of them.’’ You trailed off and saw the pack in front of you again.

You started running hoping to at least see the light of the cabin if not someone from the team. It was so dark and you couldn’t even see the trees. You hit a few and almost tripped. Looking behind you one of the wolves was approaching you fast and all you could focus on was its teeth.

Pietro had never seen you look more scared. He was so worried about you since you were keeping a tight grip on his arm the whole time. He panicked and tried to say something comforting when you turned towards him looking from reassurance after your flashback.

‘’It was only a nightmare. Let’s not talk about that darkness anymore. I will stay here if you want so you know that you will be protected. Is that alright with you?’’

You nodded your head.

‘’I can be here for as long as you want me to protect you from the bad dreams. I used to have them too when I was little and I was going to my parents’ bed so they would fight away my fear. I thought that if they sheltered me they could hide me so that the dream wouldn’t be able to find me again.’’ He traced circles on your palm hoping that would help calm you down.

‘’That’s exactly what I need right now. I feel like what I need is a world with no more night so I wouldn’t have nightmares again. But having someone holding me so I can hide sounds ideal right now. Would you mind if I asked you to be that person tonight? If you are uncomfortable with that, of course.’’ You kept holding his hand hoping that he would stay the night with you.

‘’Of course, I would stay since you need me here beside you. I will try to be your light in the darkness.’’

‘’You can come lay next to me on the bed so I can hide in your arms. I would feel more secure that way.’’ Pietro hesitated for a moment but eventually lay down and help you.

‘’Goodnight (Y/N) I how I can chase your fears way.’’

‘’I know you will Pietro. Good night.’’ You fell back asleep feeling relaxed.

Pietro woke up the next morning still tangled around you. He didn’t want to wake you up so he called for a little assistance.

‘’Friday is there anyone in the kitchen?’’ He spoke quietly and wished the AI could hear him.

‘’Yes Mr. Maximoff your sister is currently making breakfast for everyone.’’

‘’Great, can you ask her to put enough for two on a tray and bring it to (Y/N)’s room. And because I can’t get to the door could you open it when she gets here?’’

‘’Of course, I will do it right away.’’

‘’Thank you Friday’’ He took a look at you and smiled at how serene you looked compared to your frightened look the night before.

Wanda appeared a few minutes later with the food

‘’Don’t ask what going on here Wanda, she had a nightmare last night and I got here to comfort her’’

‘’I know brother I heard her too. I just hoped that on top if comforting her you confessed your undying love for her also.’’ Wanda was encouraging her brother to reveal his feelings every day for almost a month.

‘’I would never do something like that. She was scared and on the verge of tears, telling her how I feel would be like taking advantage of her situation. Letting me stay with her for the night is enough for me.’’ He was insulted by Wanda’s comment.

‘’Fair enough, however, I hope that you will say something when she wakes up and she will tell you that she feels the same don’t you?’’

‘’Of course I won’t.’’ Seeing Wanda’s shocked expression he continued.

‘’Telling me that she loves me after an experience like the horrible nightmare she saw yesterday wouldn’t make me believe her. I would think that probably she mistakes her gratitude and appreciation towards me for love. Saying that she reciprocates my feelings for a long time, that’s another story.’’ He took a deep breath before continuing.

‘’I mean I love her since she asked me to join her for a walk my first week back. Everyone else was treating me like a vulnerable person who could break at any moment but not her. She treated me like a normal person and that was so refreshing at that point. I wouldn’t want her to only think she loves me I want her to feel it.

Wanda nodded in agreement. She then put the tray down and left the room.

Immediately after the door closed you woke up and called for Pietro.

‘’I’m here; I didn’t leave your side. I had Wanda bring us some food’’

I know, I heard her. Just like I heard everything you said. And all I can reply to those is that I love you too Pietro. My feelings go back a long time now.’’ You took his hand in yours.

‘’In the matter of fact, it started around your second week here. After one of our walks, you talked to me about your family and your life in Sokovia while feeding the birds.

‘’You opening up to me lead to my turn to reveal my personal history. You made me feel like I can trust you and tell you everything. However, I felt like you were seeing me like a weak vulnerable person who just needed attention. I believed you would never return my feelings.’’ You laughed since you used the same characterization to describe the other and your insecurities.

‘’But you were right, last night made my feeling towards you change.’’ Pietro’s heart dropped hearing this.

‘’So far I was infatuated with the person I thought saw me as this delicate flower who you let play fight with the rest of the team. Now I see that you consider me a valuable member of the avengers and that made me love you even more.’’

‘’I know that all I need if you by my side to shelter me and share your love with me.’’

‘’I will share more than just my love with you.’’

‘’I know you will and I would love to share each day, night and morning with you. But all I ask of you is to tell me that you love me.’’

‘’You know I do but I will tell you again just to see that smile on your face. I love you (Y/N).

‘’I love you too Pietro.’’ You pressed a kiss on his lips and smiled at him.

‘’Now go get that tray here before our breakfast gets cold.’’

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who-the-hell-is-seb-stan · 7 years ago

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Summary: Bucky tries to win your heart by wooing you with his 40s charm.

Word count: 3202 (whoops)

Warnings: None, just teeth rotting fluff

A/N: This is for @propertyofpoeandbucky’s writing challenge based off of the song Classic by MKTO

‘Does that man have no pride?’ Nat speculates and you look up from your notebook to follow her gaze. She staring at Bucky who's staring unashamedly at you.

‘Leave him be Nat, I think it's sweet’ you defend him as you smile and wave at him. Your hand moves to your mouth to stifle laughter as he blushes and drops his glass of water which falls to the counter and smashes. He leaps up from his barstool when the water spills on him, cursing under his breath as it wets the front of his pants. Nat is openly laughing at him and you slap her arm to get her to shut up before getting to your feet and walking over to him as he examines the mess.

‘You alright there, Buck?’ you ask and his head snaps up to look at you, only blushing harder when he sees you looking pointedly at his crotch.

‘I just spilled my water, I swear’ he shouts and you put a hand on his arm to calm him down.

‘It's ok I know’ you say, smiling reassuringly at him. He smiles nervously back and laughs a little. ‘C’mon I'll go with you to change’ you say and you turn to leave with him on your tail.

As he follows he can't help but let his eyes wander down your back and come to rest on your bum, bouncing enticingly with every graceful step you take. He always finds himself admiring the way you walk. It's a simple thing but for him it tells him so much about you as a person. You glide along the ground with an elegance and a smoothness that he hasn't seen in a woman since the 40s and you hold your head high, oozing self confidence with a perfectly calm composure. He knows you're leagues above him, that you belong in a palace, waltzing down corridors and giving orders to servants, picking men to date from a long list of suitors each more worthy of you than he is rather than here in New York working for a man with too much money and a metal suit but he considers himself lucky just to be in your presence and expects nothing more.

You come to a stop in front of Bucky's door and he walks straight into you, mumbling apologies when you turn to look at him. ‘Bucky are you ok?’ you inquire and he stares at you, apparently unable to form a coherent sentence or break eye contact as he babbles nonsense. You raise an eyebrow at him and he silently curses himself for being so stupid as follows you inside his own room. He hastily grabs a pair of clean jeans and slips into his bathroom to change so you move to sit on the edge of his bed when suddenly Nat hurries in and runs up to you, tears of laughter in her eyes. ‘He- he was just gawking at your ass the second you turned your back on him, oh my god’ she gasps and you frown at her, once again telling her to shut up. You're about to tell her to get out when your phone pings and when you read the message you look up to Nat.

‘Steve wants to see me, I've got to go. Wait here and when Bucky comes out tell him where I've gone’ you command and she smiles sweetly at you.

‘Of course’ she coos and you roll your eyes at her before going to find Steve. Bucky comes out of the bathroom almost as soon as you have left and when he sees you've gone his face falls a little in disappointment.

‘Where's-’ Nat cuts him off by holding a finger up and she strides purposefully towards him.

‘She got bored. You're gonna have to do better than that Barnes’ he looks at her, completely confused as she continues. ‘You know (Y/N) likes you too right?’ she asks and his face lights up like a kid on Christmas.

‘Really?’ he gasps in disbelief. When she nods he goes to move past her. ‘Well I've got to tell her how I feel then’ he begins but he stops when Nat stands in front of him.

‘I don't think so’ she says and he frowns down at her. ‘Yes (Y/N), for some unfathomable reason, likes you too. But you realise she could get anyone she wants right? She could date a millionaire or a prince or someone, anyone better than you. You have to step up your game, Barnes, if you want to become her prince. You can't just go up to her and ask her out’ she finishes her speech and Bucky looks engaged with what she's saying.

‘Ok what do I do then?’ he asks desperately.

‘Bring back that 40s charm, woo her I don't know’ she pauses and pretends to shudder. ‘Buy her roses, write love letters, serenade her’ she says and Bucky nods along, buying into everything she's saying. ‘And then she might consider being your girlfriend, and I know you want that don't you?’ he nods eagerly before leaving his room and grabbing his phone to begin making plans.

You can't help but snort a little with laughter when Bucky comes back from the entrance, well at least his legs do, his chest and head are completely drowned in several bouquets of roses. Steve comes over to help him carry them when he complains of a thorn sticking into his arms and when Steve asks who they're for he peeks his head out and grins at you. Everyone else in the room, Clint, Tony, Wanda, Sam and Nat, all turn to look at you and you can feel your face heating up. You get up and rush over to him and Steve, relieving Bucky of the bouquets and placing them on the counter next to Steve's haul. ‘You got all of these for me?’ you whisper and he nods happily. ‘There are so many Buck! It must have cost a fortune’ you say, staring at him in disbelief.

‘Four dozen to be exact. And don't worry about the money, doll, you're worth every penny’ you continue to stand and stare at him for a few more seconds before leaping up and wrapping your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around your waist and revels in the warmth of your body, sticking his thumb up at Nat who nods and does the same in an exaggerated and patronising manner that no one seems to pick up on. ‘Do you like them?’ he whispers hopefully in your ear.

‘Bucky I love them’ you match his volume and the feeling of your breath against his ear makes his head spin. ‘This is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me’ Bucky squeezes a little tighter at this and after a few more seconds he lets you go. You step back and look at the roses on the counter. Telling Steve to pick them up, you and Bucky find every vase you can and the three of you head off to your bedroom. When the door closes Nat erupts with laughter and everyone looks questioningly at her.

‘I told Bucky (Y/N) wouldn't go out with him unless he turned on his 40s charm’ she howls with laughter and Wanda frowns.

‘And of course he'd do it because he's absolutely infatuated with her’ Wanda sighs and tuts at Nat before turning her attention back to the TV and leaving Nat to laugh herself to tears.

You groan and roll over, hitting your phone to stop the irritating sound emanating from it. Of course this doesn't work so you sit up, tap snooze on your alarm and are about to go back to sleep when a carefully positioned tray on your bedside table catches your eye. On it is a plate of pancakes, drizzled with maple syrup with a sprinkling of blueberries and raspberries and a glass of orange juice with a straw sticking out and your stomach rumbles at just the sight of it. You prop yourself up and reach across, pulling the tray onto your lap and lifting the piece of card held up by the glass. When you flip it over your pulse picks up when you recognise Bucky's messy scrawl. ‘I hope you like pancakes, darlin. B xx’ your smile drops when you read what he's written underneath it. ‘P.S you look so beautiful when you sleep, especially with that little bit of drool coming out of your mouth’ you groan again in embarrassment but set the note aside and tuck into the delicious breakfast in bed.

‘First question, why are you up this early? Second, why do you look so happy this early?’ you smile sweetly at Nat and dance over to where she's sat at the counter over her bowl of cereal.

‘Bucky made me breakfast in bed’ you sing and her mouth falls open.

‘Seriously?’ she asks and you hum in confirmation. ‘Wish I could get me a guy that’ she grumbles and you grin delightedly at her.

‘That's the thing that I'm a little confused about to be honest. First the roses then this, don't you think it would be easier for him to just ask me out?’ you ask and she looks innocently up at you and shrugs.

‘He's old (Y/N) maybe he's just doing it how he remembers it's done’ she says and you plop down on the seat next to her.

‘Huh. I hadn't thought of that before’ you say and she grunts, probably still annoyed at your mood. You both turn to the door when you hear it open to see Steve and Bucky just returned from their early morning workout and when Bucky sees you he smiles timidly so you respond with a bright beam that sends his heart into overdrive. You slide off of the seat and skip over to him, taking his hand in yours and using your thumb to rub circles on his skin. ‘Thank you for breakfast, Buck it was delicious’ you say and he blushes and looks down at your hands.’But’ when you say this his head snaps up and he looks worriedly at you. ‘It would have been nice to have someone to share it with’ you look up at him from beneath your eyelashes and he inhales sharply.

‘I would've stayed, doll, but I had to train’ he nods to Steve and you smile at him.

‘Maybe next time then?’ you say and he once again blushes heavily, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment and just managing a swift nod. ‘I've got to go’ you say, your mind drifting back to the unfiled mission report sitting on your desk. ‘See ya Buck’ you lean up and press a kiss to his cheek before brushing past him as you leave. He holds his hand up and ghosts his fingers over where your lips had just been, his eyes wide with shock. When he looks over at Nat and Steve they're wearing the same expression and he smiles.

‘I don't believe it’ he whispers. ‘It's working’.

Late afternoon the next day you head up to your room to get book you've been dying to start but when you swing your door open and see a beautiful red dress lying on your bed you halt. Walking closer you see a piece of card similar to the one you found on your breakfast so you grab it and turn it over. Sure enough it's Bucky's hand on the other side and you smile as you read what it says. ‘I'm taking you dancing, sweetheart. Meet me downstairs in half an hour. B xx’.

You walk out of the lift half an hour later in the new dress and heels Bucky had bought you and you have to keep yourself from skipping with excitement for the evening. The dress he'd picked was perfect, the deep red, slim fit makes your body look incredible and highlights all of your curves. The sleeves hang off your shoulders, showing a modest amount of cleavage and it reaches almost to your knees so that your legs can be shown off in the red velvet six inch heels. Your makeup is minimal but your lips are painted a bold red to match your dress and your hair is softly curled. When you round the corner Nat, Steve and Sam are all crowded in a circle and you assume Bucky is at the centre from the questions they’re asking. You come to a stop a few feet behind Steve and clear your throat as they still haven’t noticed your arrival. They turn around and all of their eyes pop out of their heads when they look at you. They part to reveal Bucky holding yet another bouquet of roses in his hands, his hair slicked back and he’s wearing a button down and matching jacket and pants. When he sees you his lips spread into an appreciative smile as his eyes rake over your body. His eyes return to your face and he holds out the bouquet which you take but then realise that you’ve not got anywhere to put it. ‘I’ll take them’ Nat says and you hold them away from her.

‘I don’t think so. Knowing you you’ll keep them for yourself’ you say and she laughs.

‘You’ve already got 48 you’re not gonna miss another 12’ she groans and you hand them to Steve telling him to put them in a vase with your others. Bucky holds his arm out and you link yours with his as he leads you out of the door.

It’s midnight when you stubble through the doors again, your heels in one hand and Bucky’s hand in your other. You turn to him when you get into the common area and giggle a little when you trip, you’re a bit tipsy since Bucky had insisting on buying you glass after glass of high-end champagne. ‘Buck, tonight’s the most fun I’ve had in so long’ you say and he blushes and smiles at you. ‘Thank you so’ you pause to hiccup, ‘much’. He laughs and squeezes your hand.

‘(Y/N) I can assure you I had more fun’ he says, laughing again when you shake your head earnestly. ‘Come on, I’ll walk you to your room’ he says, partly because he wants to be a gentleman but also because he’s yet to give you a goodnight kiss. Nerves bubble in his stomach as you walk together to your room, still hand in hand and his heart races at the thought of finally kissing you. When you stop in front of your door you look up to him, into his eyes and then at his lips and he breathes in heavily. He brings a hand up to cup your cheek and leans down, watching you to see if it’s what you want and when your eyes close he leans in faster. Your noses are brushing and your lips just about to connect when Nat yells your name from the end of the corridor.

‘(Y/N)! I’m so glad you’re back. Tell me all about it right now!’ she screams and Bucky takes a step back, releasing a short cough and looking down at the floor. He pulls you in for a quick hug and you whisper your goodnights before he turns to go to his own room. Nat runs up to you and just as she reaches your door you slam it in her face.

The next time Bucky goes out of his way to do something extraordinary for you is just the very next day. All he has told you is not to go to tonight’s movie night and to meet him outside at half past eight. When you’d asked what to wear he replied with ‘whatever you want, doll, you’ll look beautiful in anything’ so you’d decided on a yellow flower patterned sundress and yellow ballet pumps, leaving your hair to hang at your shoulders. You’re now sat in the passenger seat of a baby blue, classic, convertible Cadillac, the top down and your hands thrown in the air, laughing as the warm breeze plays with your hair. Bucky is at the wheel, stealing glances at you when he can and trying to calm the erratic thudding of his heart as he’s taking you to a drive in movie which, as he remembers from the 40s, is one of the most romantic dates he could think to take a woman on. He rolls up to the ticket booth and pays for both of you and you sit up to keep a look out for a good spot. When you see one near the front you jump up and hit his arm and he pulls up with ease. As soon as he cuts the engine he gets out and you follow him in sitting on the hood, immediately going to snuggle into his side and he puts his flesh arm around your shoulders. When the opening credits light up the screen you gasp and look up at Bucky.

‘Why didn’t you tell me it was Grease? This is like one of my all time favourite movies’ you exclaim and Bucky leans down to kiss the top of your head.

‘I know, doll’ he whispers and your heart skips a beat. About half way through the movie it starts to get cold and you shudder, wrapping your arms around Bucky’s waist to gain access to more of his body heat. Without thinking twice he shrugs his jacket off and you sit up as he drapes it over your shoulders. As you slip your arms into it you look timidly up at him, unable to keep from admiring the rolled up sleeves of his shirt, taught with the strain of the bulging muscle beneath. He pulls you closer by the lapels of his jacket and your bum slides easily across the metal until you bump into his side. ‘Baby, I know you love this movie but I-’ you cut him off by crashing your lips into his and kissing him hungrily. His metal hand snakes under his jacket and rests on the small of your back whilst his flesh one holds the nape of your neck. Your hands come to rest on his broad chest and you smile into the kiss when his tongue slips into your mouth and begins massaging yours. When you pull away you’re both gasping, pupils dilated and eyes darkened with desire.

‘I’ve wanted to do that for a while too’ you say, replying to his unfinished sentence and grinning from ear to ear.

‘You’re amazing’ is all he can find in himself to say and even this comes out in a choked whisper. You smile again as you press another kiss to his lips and he beams at you as you pull away.

‘And I’m all yours’ you say as he breathes out a disbelieving laugh.

‘Darlin, I’ve been all yours since the moment I laid eyes on you’ he whispers, making a mental note the thank Natasha when you got back.

Tagging:

@buckyappreciationsociety @walkingtravesty97 @signethatsmelol @captain-amelia-bradley

#iyllaswritingchallenge #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky x you

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meganlpie · 7 years ago

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The Sweetest Sounds

Written for @propertyofpoeandbucky‘s Writing Challenge. I decided to try something different and write for a character and fandom I’ve never written for before.

My prompt for this was “The Sweetest Sounds” from the 1997 movie “Cinderella.” You can listen here.

Warnings: None that I can think of. AU!

Pairings: General Hux x fem!reader, Ben Solo (That’s right! I wrote for Star Wars.)

"You're the prince! I don't understand why I am the one who has to marry for good of the kingdom," Hux grumbled. You would think that the general of Queen Leia's army would garner more respect than to be sold off like some prized bull. Ben shrugged. "Stop complaining, Hux. Who knows. Your bride might end up being a great beauty." Hux could hear the amusement in his voice. Grumbling to himself, Hux left the room.

Since Hux had traded sides from the kingdom of the First Order, he'd let himself start hoping again. Hoping for a better life. One where he could control his future. One where he could possibly find his own happiness and maybe even love.

Love was something Hux had very little experience with and true love? Forget it. He wanted to know what it was like to feel something so deep, you couldn't really put it into words. He wanted to know what it was like to hear the lilt of a woman in love directed at him. He wanted to hear those three sweet words. More importantly, he wanted to be able to look into someone's eyes and see the love there and know that he looked at them the same way.

The sweetest sounds I'll ever hear, Are still inside my head! The kindest words I'll ever know, Are waiting to be said!

The most entrancing sight of all, Is yet for me to see! And the dearest love in all the world, Is waiting somewhere for me, Is waiting somewhere, Somewhere for me!

And the dearest love in all the world, Is waiting somewhere for me, Is waiting somewhere, Somewhere for me!

Hux was so lost in thought, he hadn't realized he'd actually left the palace. He hadn't even noticed that he'd somehow ended up in the market. It wasn't until he felt himself being pulled in another direction did he finally look up. He opened his mouth to yell at the person who dared to lay a hand on him, but he stopped short.

The royal carriage went speeding by in the place Hux had just been. "Are you alright?" a voice asked him. Hux turned his head and was rewarded with the sight of the most beautiful (e/c) eyes he'd ever seen. "Those royal carriages are always in a hurry. You should pay closer attention." Hux cleared his throat. "I am perfectly well. I did not require your assistance." You arched a brow and snorted. "If you say so."

Hux wasn't sure what to do then. No one ever spoke to him like that and hearing it in your voice just confused him even more. It was sweet like honey to his ears. You turned to walk away. "Wait." You stopped and look back at Hux. "Thank you," he said stiffly. You grinned and the sight was nearly enough to make Hux weak in the knees. "You're very welcome." You started walking away again and Hux stopped you once more. "Are you coming to the Queen's festival?"

"If you're going to be there, I wouldn't miss it for the world," you said with a cheeky wink and walked away before Hux could stop you again. Hux actually smiled a genuine smile as he turned on his heel and made his way back to the palace. After all the time hoping and waiting, Hux finally felt the possibility for love. He thought that you could become the one he held most dear. The one he could love and who would love him. His dearest love. Surely Queen Leia couldn't argue with that?

The sweetest sounds I'll ever hear, Are still inside my head! The kindest words I'll ever know, Are waiting to be said!

The most entrancing sight of all, Is yet for me to see! And the dearest love in all the world, Is waiting somewhere for me, Is waiting somewhere, Somewhere for me!

And the dearest love in all the world, Is waiting somewhere for me, Is waiting somewhere, Somewhere for me!

You walked away from Hux with your heart pounding in your chest. Those eyes, that voice, his arrogant exterior that you just knew hid a softer side. Everything about him had screamed to you. You knew who he was of course. Everyone did. You just didn't expect to meet him the way you did.

Was it fate that you met Hux as your mind had been wandering to a place of love? You had been dreaming about love. A real love that had been missing in your life and suddenly you saw the beautifully handsome redhead almost run down by the carriage. You did the first thing you could think of and pulled him out of the way.

When his eyes met yours, you could have swooned on the spot and when he spoke to you, it was like music to your ears. What did it mean? You weren't sure, but you knew that it was the sweetest sound you'd ever heard and you longed to hear him speak with you again. You wondered what it would be like to hear him say the words, "I love you." You shook your head at your silliness. Like Hux, the general of Queen Leia's army, would ever fall for you. Still, you held onto hope as you prepared for the festival beginning that night. Maybe, just maybe, you and Hux would find that dearest love you'd been waiting for.

(a/n: Don’t hate me for this please! And no, I am not adding another fandom. I just wanted to try something different XD.)

#iyllaswritingchallenge #meg tries star wars #star wars tfa #general hux #general hux x reader #hux x reader #ben solo

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