#last night he sent me a reel about being single and i kinda nudged him going “hey that could change” but the man said no 😭 bro's oblivious

[lavend3r-stardust]

Boys who got me screaming and giggling and twirling my hair and my dumbass heart racing like a bullet train when????

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Laisse tomber les filles 3

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; tags to be added as story progresses

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: Lee’s slowly creepin’ and I hope you’re ready for it.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You slurped the last of your shake through the straw, the paper cup damp in your cold hands as the heater blew out hot air. The foamy dregs of the drink were overly sweet and made your cheeks twinge. Lee popped the lid off his cup and offered it and you slipped yours inside. He pulled the straw out and stacked the lids, squeezing both straws through and setting it on the seat beside him.

He stretched his arm over the leather, his hand just behind your head and you listened to the deep voice of the narrator recount the eerie words of HP Lovecraft. You fidgeted and looked at your watch. The sky was dark and the stars twinkled down ominously.

“Um,” you uttered, “I think... uh…”

He looked at you and his hand hovered close to your shoulder, “what is it, honey?”

“I think I should get home,” you finished.

“Oh, why’s that? You don’t got class tomorrow, do ya?”

“I don’t but… well, I’m tired,” you rubbed your neck and sat up so he couldn’t touch you, “I had an early morning.”

“Well, of course,” he retracted his arm and straightened up, he pulled the car into gear and slowly pressed down on the gas, “you should get to bed, little girl.”

You scowled at the venom in his last two words. He’d been nice but he had no right to patronize you. You hated that most. People thought because you were quiet they could just treat you like you were dull.

“I’m not… not a little girl,” you eked out.

“Ah, I didn’t mean nothing by it,” he said as he pulled out of the lot, “you are little though, ain’t ya?”

You felt a peculiar heat creep up your neck and cheeks. You were short but you’d met a few people smaller than you. People came in all shapes and sizes. You didn’t comment on his stomach or the wrinkles around his eyes. Yet, the humour in his voice kept you from rebuke.

“I guess, I…”

‘I don’t mean it as an insult, you see?” he chuckled, “kinda cute you can’t reach the floor.”

“Mmm,” you inhaled and pursed your lips. You pulled the collar of your pea coat closed and wiggled your foot nervously.

“I see,” he said, “you got your friends waitin’ on ya, huh? Yeah, young girl like you don’t wanna be hanging around an old man all night.”

“I didn’t say that,” you said.

“Hey, I’m not stupid, I was only bein’ nice,” he interrupted, “you looked lonely and I… I got carried away.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t…” you scrambled as he passed by the college entrance, “I was… I don’t know.”

“Well, you’re in such a hurry, honey, you can’t wait to be away from me,” he ranted, “actin’ all sweet and shy but you just like the rest of them.”

“What?” you grimaced and watched the buildings pass by, “no, I’m not. I…” you felt guilty as if you’d done something wrong. All you wanted was to go home and lay down, but it felt like a personal affront. “I… lied.”

“What?” he asked as your voice fizzled.

“I lied, sir,” you confessed, “I don’t have any friends. Not really, just… classmates.”

“Nah, that can’t be true,” he scoffed, “who wouldn’t wanna be friends with a pretty girl like you?”

“No, no, please, I… I’m sorry, I just want to go home, okay? I’m tired,” you cupped your cheek and slumped in defeat.

He was quiet for a moment as he drove along. He turned along the line of residences and streetlights flashed over his profile as he stared at the road. He flipped into park as he stopped in front of your building and nodded. 

“Alright, I believe you,” he said at last, “I don’t wanna keep you up and I didn’t mean to get so upset. It's just, well, I like being with you.”

“It’s fine, thank you… for everything. The milkshake was good.”

“No, I mean it, it’s a pity no one else can see it,” he went on, “you’re real smart and nice. You got a pretty smile too when you show it, too.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly as you gripped the door handle, “that’s very kind. I should go--”

“Wait, wait,” he caught your arm, not tightly, but kept you from getting out as the door opened an inch, “can I come back? Next week, we’ll have another shake and listen to the show. I’m really curious what happens.”

“I don’t know, I… I have lots of work to do,” you looked at his large hand on your arm. He dropped it and wiped his palm on his brown pants.

“You bring your homework, honey, you can study and listen, I don’t mind,” he offered, “if you don’t want a shake, we can get some burgers and fries. Have a nice dinner?”

You smushed your lips together and thought. He hadn’t done anything bad enough to warrant that feeling in your gut. You were overthinking things just like you always did. Besides, he had to be almost fifty, he was just being friendly, he said it himself. 

And what else did you have to do? You didn’t have any friends and it was too late to start making them.

“I… okay,” you said softly, “my book club ends at seven. It’s over at Clover Hall.”

“I’ll find you there then,” he smiled, “now go on, before I keep you out any later.”

You got out and scooped out your bag with you. You closed the door and headed up the path without looking back. You got to the door and focused on unlocking it. Your hands were shaking and your mind was reeling. You always lamented being little more than a fly on the wall but it was completely overwhelming to be noticed.

📚

You clacked away on the keys of your typewriter. Your dorm room was small and stuffy as dry heat rose from the dingy old radiator. You could hear your roommates in the kitchen as they gabbed and laughed loudly. You were jealous yet too intimidated to try and ingratiate yourself. You always just ended up in the corner as everyone else had fun.

Your assignment was to write a review of a primary resource borrowed from your visit to the archive. You carefully looked over the laminated manuscript between sentences. Your small radio played in the background and you couldn’t help but nod to the full tones of the jazzy music.

You were drawn from your entranced study by a knock at your door. It was unusual to be disturbed unless there were chores to dole out. You didn’t have time to wipe up their messes again. You got up and went to the door and opened it an inch.

“Hi,” you said meekly as Gina stood with a box in her hands.

“This is for you,” she held out the package, “it was down at the residence office.”

“Me?” you let the door fall open and took the box, “I don’t…” You looked it over but there was no address, only your name, “thank you.”

She left without another word and you nudged the door shut with your elbow as you turned. Your parents only sent you letters, they didn’t like to pay the pricy postage for a whole package. You put the box down on your single bed and peeled back the brown tape. The flaps came open and you peeked inside curiously.

You took out the skirt, a yellow plaid piece shorter than anything you’d ever owned. It was the new style found on the cover of Vogue. You put it aside and reach for the blouse, a pure white thing with bell sleeves. Lastly, a pair of knee high heels to top off the mod look.

There was an envelope amid it all, the note inside short and scribbled.

‘Saw this and thought of you, honey.’

You stared at the paper and folded it back up. It was a nice gesture but you couldn’t wear that. You couldn’t accept the gift either, it was too much. Every garment you owned was second-hand and you’d seen the prices of these clothes in the magazines. 

And, you wondered as you packed the box and shoved it against the wall, why would the sheriff buy you all that? His friendliness made you uneasy. It was suffocating and yet, you could find no fault in someone being too generous. 

You realised too, how little you knew about him. What if he had wife or even a family? What if he didn’t? What if he was only doing it to fill in some gap in his life? Maybe he was playing out some father-daughter relationship he never had.

Well, you could ask him next time you saw him. Or try to.

[writinglionqueen]

An Impatient Man

Photo credit to @thewrestlingobsessor​​

At first the cheers of the village grabbed at your curiosity. How loud they were....and for what? But then you heard it, on the lips of your servants as they rushed to-an-froe in the grand hall while you sat upon Drew’s grand chair.

“The King is back!” They shouted, scurrying to ensure their duties done. “He’s back! They won!”

Your king...he was back? He had won the war?

You stood to your feet just in time to see the doors to the grand hall swing open. A spew of soldiers came in, but leading the frock was none other than your pig-headed king.

The sight of him made your heart quicken. The way he was dressed only in his boots and his kilt, colored to represent his family name, a brilliant blue and black...him having forgone a shirt for the trek back to the keep made your body thrum with new life. Even with all the small cuts that littered his naked torso. His own blood crusted on those wounds though, keeping them from spilling anymore blood down his built body. Your king was not too mangled or hurt that you rushing towards him didn’t make him flinch. For his arms were held open as you ran to him, finding your solace within them as he held you close to his heart.

“My queen,” Drew murmured to you, “we won. We beat every one of those bastards from the South.” You looked up at his face, seeing his proud smile and bright blue eyes you loved so much.

You could care less if he won a war. God, you couldn’t give a damn what battle he won. He was home now and within your grasp. You could finally touch him again. 

Without prompt or warning, you reached for his head, quickly bringing him down low enough for your lips to reach his. And Drew....Drew was happy to oblige in kissing his queen. He made a deep happy noise of pleasure as he kissed you just as deep and passionate as you gave him.

The two of you could care less about the hoots and jeers from the men. Most of them didn’t know what you and Drew were feeling. This was more than they could understand. To them, all they probably could infer was their king about to bed a woman, and not bed a wife. To some, they’d only bed the women in the inns, not caring for who that woman could be. They were only boys thinking that winning a war made them a man. They wouldn’t know what made them a man, until they were missing a woman that sported their rings on their fingers with pride. 

You pulled away from Drew’s lips, taking on air as your eyes met his. Your king’s lips turned up into a small smirk, one that meant enticing fun. You looked away, your fingers coming up to run across the plans of your husband’s torso, feeling the muscle and hair beneath your light touches. 

“Men!” Drew declared throughout the hall, looking up at his men who all had found a table to sit in. “Eat and be merry till your heart’s content!” That notion made the men cheer as servants were quick to bring hot meals and ale to every single man who was sitting. The room filled with the noise of tales and laughter as the men but, it didn’t stop your king from being the man you knew him to be, for he leaned down, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear and in a growl so deep, it had you shivering in upmost delight, he quietly said, “I’m gonna go bed my wife.” 

You let out a shaky breath before your king scooped you up in his arms and lead you off to your shared chambers. He was quick to deposit you onto the grand bed after locking the door behind the two of you. It only took seconds for his lips to be upon yours once your back was on the bed and he was looming over you. As an impatient man, he didn’t even bother to take you out of your dress or even remove his kilt. He just hiked up your skirts, moved his plaid out of the way before making your legs wrap around his waist. 

You could already feel your wetness coat your sex within the first few minutes you and Drew has kissed in the grand hall. You had been aching for your king since the first day he was gone. And now that you could touch him and he could touch you, it didn’t take much for your excitement to get the better of you. And Drew...well...he could get hard at a moment’s notice. He probably had been aching for you just the same. 

So without much work, your king pushed himself into your wet heat, making you throw you head back to gasp. Your king growled, his teeth nipping at the column of your throat as he bottomed out, fully sheathed in you. 

“My Queen,” Drew growled. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks.” You could say nothing but gasp as he set on a quick pace, one that told of his urgency and passion for you. All you could do was hold onto your king, one hand resting on the back of his neck while the other one was planted on his naked back. His thrusts made your toes and fingers curl deliciously, It made your nails dig into the meat of Drew’s back, making them rake down. Drew gave a groan at that, his hips never faltering.

Drew moved so his face was inches from yours, watching you come apart beneath his form. Your eyes fluttering in the absolute pleasure of your king nailing the spot inside you that made your blood roar in your ears. It felt too good. 

“God, I love this sight,” he growled in appreciation. You tried to look at him, focus on those brilliant blue eyes of his, but even that was hard as he was giving you such pleasure. He lowered himself once more, his forearms caged your head. His hips shifted, creating a new angle that allowed Drew’s cock to nudge that sweet spot inside you while rubbing your clit with every thrust he offered you. And you took it. You took it all. You took everything he was giving you with little whimpers and moans and cries of your king’s name. The feeling had your back arching, a deep cry leaving your lips and Drew moaned to watch you like that. 

But then your hand tightened in his dark hair, using it as leverage to bring him down once more to kiss you. And he did. He swallowed your moans and cries, his tongue tasting each one as it licked into your mouth. 

Your climax was upon you. You could feel it in the way your tummy started to flutter, feel that feeling deep within yourself, feel your core flutter around your king. Your own cries louder in your throat. And all was met with your king’s growl. He pulled away, his lips red and shiny with spit as he watched you in awe. 

“Come on, my queen, give it to me,” he said to you. “Let me feel you.” A whimper passed your lips, a whine for your king, at his words. 

“Drew,” you cried. Your legs tightened around his waist. “God, Drew.”

“Yes,” your king growled. “Yes.” 

“Drew!” you cried one last time as your climax surged through your body. Your core holding your king like a vice and your tummy tightening just the same. You couldn’t help but clenched your eyes closed, getting lost in the euphoric feeling as your king cradled your head, holding you as his orgasm followed yours. His hot seed flooding your core had you shivering in delight. Drew thrusted into you a couple more times before his hips finally came to a halt. 

The two of you were panting, coming down from the ecstatic you two shared. Your king was still cradling your head when your eyes fluttered open to peer up at him. His own blue eyes fluttered open to take in your face, flushed with pleasure. Even with the sweat dotting along his brow and his cheeks red from exertion, your king was still a gift from heaven. And you let him know as much as you pulled his head down to give him a lingering kiss. He kissed back sweetly, sighing into your mouth. 

When he pulled away this time, he pressed his forehead against yours. He gave a happy sigh. 

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured. 

“I’ve missed you as well,” you murmured back. Drew chuckled. 

“Aye, I know, my queen,” he said before pecking your lips, “I’ve missed this as well.” Drew went on to your cheek and then nipped along your neck, making you hum as your hands lifted to card your fingers through his hair. 

“I kinda wished you would’ve taken me out of this dress,” you sighed to Drew. It was a tease that had your king chuckling along your skin. His beard tickled and made the skin of your collarbone tingle in its wake. He peered into your eyes and you looked down at him, smiling.

“Well, you know that I’m an impatient man,” he said lowly, scooting up again to be face to face with you. The low tone of his voice sent a thrill through your body. 

His hand moved down your shoulder at his words, sliding all the way to your belly before proceeding to smooth up your torso and to the ties of the dress. 

“But for the next round, I guess the dress can come off,” he murmured. A gasp left you at the feeling of his member twitching inside you. Your hands scrambled to find purchase somewhere. Drew languidly rolled his hips against yours with a chuckle, not having bothered to pull himself out of you. The action had your head spinning, and his words that came next had your mind reeling for your king was always good on his word.  

“I won’t be as impatient, my queen.”

Drew won so we all won last night. I mean....with an entrance like what he gave us....god there had to be no other choice than Drew winning and I was living for every moment of it. Like....it gave me such a visual of what King Drew looked like. I’m happy. I can die happy. Also I love to take a second to appreciate the fact I now have 1200 followers....and...I’ve only been in this fandom for 2 years. That’s fucking crazy. I love you all though. Thanks for loving my fics, loving Drew with me, and just being awesome. Stay awesome coz we’re thriving out here in Claymore Country!!! ~The Queen of Claymore Country (self proclaimed) 💛🖤👑

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[world-of-aus]

Life Before You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Word Count:3,978

Warnings:fluff, pinch of angst.

Author’s Note: My fourth request sent in by the lovely @thegreatfatnerd​, thank you for sending this in, loved writing this for you, and i hope you’ll enjoy what i put together for your request! There is one more request sitting in my inbox, ALMOST THERE!

Okay, so if you don't want to write this, that fine and i'm sorry i have wasted your time.   The reader has some form of abandonment issues and thinks Bucky will leave her or something and he comforts her and there is a kinda fluffy-ness.   Or the reader always says thank you and sorry for everything even things that aren't her fault and it's because she had a rough past or dodgy ex or cause she thinks she's a burden X   Basically I crave fluff X  Thanks in advance x  Lots of love  Xxxxx XXX X  

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Before Bucky, you had only ever loved two men before him, both different from the other. Meeting Bucky had been a blend of both, a blend of the things you had loved about the men before him, and not a single trace of the things you had come to hate. Falling in love with him was like entering a house and finally realizing you were home. Having him in your life makes you feel like you can conquer anything, like anything for you is possible when he’s around. For so long you had had your defenses up, not even realizing what you were doing, but Bucky had been there to remind you, to bring you back down, to bring you back to him.

You had always been an affectionate person, there was something about bringing a person happiness, and them giving it back to you, that had you reeling in the best way. The men before him didn’t quite see it like that, and they made you question if you were coming on to strong, if you were too clingy, if you were doing too much, and to them you usually were.  

Stephen groaned low in his throat at the feel of your arms encircling his waist, your body trying to mold itself into his side, he tsked pushing your hands away, “could you not y/n,” he grunted sliding away from you, “I get it you want to be around me but I'm watching the game babe, I don’t need you hovering around me, it's annoying, why don’t you go to the room and watch one of your chick flicks,”

“but ba-” you tried voice low, broken, you hadn’t seen Stephen all day.

Stephen turned to you a rage in his eyes, “seriously y/n, you’re too fucking clingy, I need my space, this,” he gestured around him, “is me time, now please, go to the room go do whatever you usually do, I'll join you later I want to watch the game.”

Your lips parted to argue, but the volume of the T.V. growing louder was your que to go

With Bucky things were different, and it was hard for you to accept that not everyone was going to be like Stephen, that not everyone thought you were a burden. Bucky, like you, loved touch, and it wasn’t necessarily in a sexual way, it was his face, his hands, his long chocolate brown locks, he craved it. Craved to have your fingers running down his face, your fingers intertwining with his, to feel the soft tug of your hands on his hair after a long day.  

You still remember the first time you were introduced to him, you had known him before, but you had since lost touch. Maybe it had been the fact that you had been with Stephen too long, but you couldn’t remember a time in the past two years that a man actually enjoyed your company.

Sam had been begging you to go out with him, insisting that he missed his best friend, and the two of you needed to catch up over drinks.

“y/n, you need to get out, you’re finally free of that asshole, let me take you out for celebratory drinks, you deserve to have some fun, to unwind, I miss you, it's been too long, come on one drink at least!” he had pleaded over the line.

It was hard to say no to Sam, and it had been sometime since you had seen him, as much as Stephen had fought with you on how clingy you had been, it had also been Stephen who had kept you from seeing much of your friends. So you agreed, promised to meet him at your favorite bar and grill.  

You had been the last to arrive, Sam had arrived before you to grab a table, and he had brought two of his closest friends, something he had mentioned before ending the call.

“Y/n,” he had greeted as you approached the table, he was immediately on his feet pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

“it's good to see you too Wilson,” you laughed patting his back.

“oh no, none of that,” he voices noticing your weary way, Stephen really had messed you up, “you give me a hug, he’s not here to tell you anything anymore, you be as affectionate as you want sugar,”

Your laughing, though tears are threatening to spill out as you wrap your arms around him this time, fingers curling into the back of his shirt, “is that better?” you questioned into the sleeves of his shirt hoping to mask your cracking voice.  

“I missed you more than you know, I’m so glad you finally left his ass” he’s murmurs pulling away from you his arms squeezing your shoulders as he looks at you, “you really are a sight for sore eyes, its like you’re glowing” you offer him a warm smile and a pinch to his side.

“you going to introduce us to your friend Wilson or are you going to keep her to yourself all night?”

Sam is turning his head a tsk falling from his lips, you follow his eyes, “y/n this is-”

“Steve and Bucky,” you smile offering both men a small wave from where your still in Sam’s embrace.

Sams turning back to face you confusion on his face, “you know these two?”

“Yeah actually,” you answer turning back to Sam, “they were friends of one of Stephens friends, I met them a couple of times when Stephen would have his get togethers.”

“Thought you looked familiar, you still with that guy?” comes Bucky’s voice.

“No, and that’s why she’s here,” Sam answers for you. Sams then pushing you into the seat across from him right next to Bucky.

“That man was a real grade A douche” Sam grunted, “asshole didn’t know how to treat his woman.”

“Sam.” you warned as you picked up the menu, “it’s not important anymore, he’s not important anymore.”

“Sam has a point though,” Bucky spoke up, you turned your head brow raised waiting for him to continue, “he really didn’t know how to treat a woman so in love with him, it might have only been a couple of time that we saw you, but he wasn’t the kindest to you, and I'm sure Steve can agree that it took a lot for us not to speak up,”

“I don’t know pal, that last time we hung out with them you really had a lot to say to him about how he should be treating his girl.” Steve spoke up eyes looking over his menu at Bucky. You want to question it, want to ask him about what he had to say, but Sam is speaking up, “enough about that douche, I called you all out here because we need to have a good time, let's get food and drinks rolling!”

What Sam had promised would only be one drink quickly turned to three, and while you could hold your liquor better than Sam and apparently Steve, it was quickly hitting you, to say the least you were thoroughly buzzed, and buzzed you was extra affectionate. You were watching in delight as Sam and Steve argued across the table, and honestly you weren’t even sure what it was they were on about.

“would you be surprised if I told you, they’re always like this?” you turn your head finding Bucky’s close to yours. When had you moved closer to him?

“are they usually like this?” you questioned heart thrumming in your chest, you’d blame the feeling on the alcohol.

“all the time.” he grinned. His expression changes then his arm finding its way over the booth, ��how have you been, I feel the last time I saw you; you weren’t as happy as you look now.”

You relaxed further into the booth, “you can blame that on the alcohol,” you laughed, “but in all seriousness, I'd say I'm definitely happier now that I don’t have Stephen to be giving me shit 24/7 it's like I can finally breathe.”

“you know that’s the one thing I never understood about Stephen and I think that’s why I gave him shit the last time I saw him,” he sighed his eyes drifting to the two men in front of you still arguing before they were back on yours, “I couldn’t understand how he had someone like you, who just wanted to be around him, to love him, and for him to push you away, call you clingy, like hell any man would kill for that,”

Your head falls slightly as you remember all the time Stephen had called you out on being too much, a scoff leaves your lips, “apparently not Stephen.”

His hand falls to your shoulder then, a shiver rolls through you, goosebumps arising in your arm, “Stephen wasn’t only a douchebag doll, he was dumb as hell, if I had you the way he had you, hell I'd be the luckiest man alive if you ask me,”

Your heart skips a beat in your chest, breath catching in your throat, it takes you a second before you can find your words, “you’d get annoyed,” comes your small voice, “Stephen wasn’t the first to get annoyed by my “clinginess, there was another before him.”

Bucky's shaking his head slightly, his long locks framing his face, your fingers itched to reach out and tuck them behind his ear, “well then it’s a damn shame they were so blind to what they had right in front of them.”

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them, “another man's trash is another man's treasure.”

Bucky is grinning then his body slightly leaning in towards yours, and whether he catches the hitch in your throat he doesn’t bring it to light, “trash you definitely aren’t a treasure though, a treasure you definitely are.”

Soft laughter falls from your lips, you lean into him in attempt to nudge him, but he ends up bringing you in closer the warmth of his body pressed into your side, “anyone ever tell you you’re a charmer Barnes?”

“Only one that ever mattered,” he replied.

You raise your brow, “oh?” you questioned waiting for him to elaborate.

A smirk pulls at his lips as he leans in close again, this time lips by your ear, “you.”

A pink hue covers your cheeks laughter spilling from your lips, “oh my goodness, you really are a charmer aren’t you.”

“only for the right girl.” he grinned throwing in a wink.

Your cheeks are growing warmer, butterflies fluttering in the depths of your stomach, “spare me, please, it's been awhile,” you laugh.

“Well look at you two,” comes Sams slurred voice, you and Bucky look away from each other to the other side of the booth where Steve and Sam lean against the table drunken grins on their lips.

“You look awfully comfy there Barnes,” Steve waggles his eyebrows and your stifling a laugh.

“Can you blame me Wilson, I had good food, great drinks, and now I got a beautiful dame in my arms, I’d say I’m more than comfortable.” He replies fingers squeezing your side from where his arm had found its way down your side.

Sams turning to you then, “don’t fall for him too hard, his charm is top notch.”

Your cheeks are flaming, “Sam,” you whine, “I’m not falling for anyone,”

“Not yet anyway.” Bucky replies, breath ghosting over your ear.

Falling in love with him had been the easy part; admitting to yourself that it happened was hard. Bucky really was a charmer, and it hadn’t been hard to fall for him. Since that first night Sam had insisted on spending time with you every chance he had “you need to get back out there y/n, Stephen already moved on, you need to get yourself back out there too work that charm.”

Little had he known you had already fallen for someone’s charm. Who could blame you though, Bucky was giving you everything you wish Stephen would have given you in those two years you had ultimately wasted with him. You knew you were falling hard and fast for the Bucky Barnes charm Sam had warned you about, but you were also fighting it. The emotional turmoil Stephen had left you with had ultimately left you weary of any of Bucky’s advances. You always told yourself he was just being a good friend, a friend that you hadn’t had in two years. But as much as you fought those advances, he was there to push right back, each week he was upping his advances and he was trying his hardest for you to see him. He wasn’t the only one trying to get you to see him, Sam was there as well and he had been just as persistent;

“y/n baby, that man is crazy about you, what has you so worried, why are you keeping yourself from something that could bring you happiness, this isn't about Stephen is it?”

While you could lie to yourself and your friends that it wasn’t because of him, you knew deep down that it was because of Stephen.

“y/n Bucky is persistent, but he isn’t going to pursue you forever babe, I know you see that man, and I assure you there’s girls waiting to scoop him up.”

You had shrugged off Sam’s warnings, because you let yourself believe that he was just being a friend. It wasn’t till that night, that you realized that your effective defenses had blinded you to the real feelings that had laid there. Sam had been right, he wasn’t going to pursue you forever or so you had thought.

Sam had dragged you, quite literally for a weekend out on the beach, per usual he had also invited Bucky and Steve. You were looking forward to the weekend away, and deep down you were looking forward to spending some time with Bucky, it had been a few days since you had heard from him, and even it was strange to you to not hear from him for so long.

Sam's words had come rearing there ugly head when Steve and Bucky had arrived hours later extra quests in tow. It shouldn’t have shocked you, Sam had told you that he wouldn’t pursue you forever, so you should have been expecting this to happen sooner rather than later, he had been at it for months with you, he had likely grown tired of this game of cat and mouse. You still couldn’t help the feeling that had coursed through you to see him with the red head, Natasha Romanoff. Everything that he had once done with you, he was now doing with her, or at least that’s what you let yourself see.

You were too caught up in your head, too caught up in yourself and you just needed to get away from the group. You had leaned in a little closer to Sam to let him know that you were going to go down to the beach, he had nodded his head, told you to be careful, but he had also gave your hand a squeeze an, “I’m sorry,” falling from his lips before he let you go. You had shook your head slightly your hair falling around your face, “it’s okay Sam, I’m a big girl, you forget I’ve been through worse, I just need to get some air, I’ll be right back.”

He was hesitant to let you go, but he knew you needed to just get away, to take a minute for yourself while you took reign of the feelings coursing through you. The walk down was calming, the feelings raging through you forgotten the moment your feet touched the cooling sand. There was something so peaceful so breath taking about a sunset on the beach. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the ocean as you drew closer to the water, arms wrapped around yourself as you breathed in the misty ocean air.

All was silent around you except for the crashing of the ocean water against the sandy shores.

“Sam told me I might find you down here.”

Your breath caught in your throat, body tensing momentarily at the sound of his voice, you turned your head to look at him over you shoulder offering him a small smile before your eyes were going back to the sea.

You were breathing in a breath of air when he appeared at your side, his arm just barely touching yours. You turned to look at him his eyes already on yours. You wouldn’t make this weird, you wouldn’t make this weird, “it’s beautiful isn’t it,” you questioned eyes looking back out to the view before you.

“It is, but there’s something else I’d rather be looking at that’s had my eye for awhile now.”

“Bucky,” it’s a plea and a warning all at once, you don’t want to play this game anymore.

He’s chuckling low the sound sending a shiver running through you, “awe c’mon doll, I thought it was charming.”

Your arms wrap around yourself tighter, your fighting back those feelings coursing through you, “it was but-”

“But?” He questions drawing out the word.

Your head is turning to him, eyes meeting his, he wasn’t being serious right now was he?

“Bucky your charming yes, but your charming the wrong girl.”

“I think that’s where your wrong sweetheart,”

“Wrong?” You questioned brows furrowed, “Bucky,” a sigh, “why are you down here shouldn’t you be with Natasha?”

A look of confusion is washing over his features, but it’s only there for a second before it’s disappearing amusement replacing it, “sweetheart do you think that Natasha and I,”

You look away then, the feelings rearing their ugly head, “oh sweetheart,” he coos moving towards you, and he’s trying to get a hold of your hand to get you to look at him, to pull you close, but your already to far gone in your head. “Y/n, doll, look at me,” he tries and he’s not getting far in his advances as you try to move away. You’re embarrassed, hurt, and your emotions are one word away from letting the tears slip from your eyes. He moves in front of you when his efforts to get you to hear him fail. Strong hands reach out to your face gently, “y/n, whatever it is your thinking about me and Natasha I promise it’s not what you think, doll me and her aren’t a thing.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you murmur, “I’m fine, it’s fine, you don’t have to explain yourself.” You try to pull away, but he holds you a little tighter not letting you get away.

“It matters y/n, doll your feelings matter, and you might think I might not need to explain myself but if you’re having doubts about my feelings for you because you misconstrued my closeness to Natasha for something more, then sweetheart I’m going to explain to you because the only person I have feelings for is you.�� Your words catch in your throat, and it still surprises you though you already knew.

“Bucky you don’t-”

“Sweetheart you need to stop fighting me so hard,” he sighs thumb running over your cheeks, “I think the only person fighting their feelings is you, y/n I’m absolutely smitten with you, I think I have been since the first time I met you through Stephen, meeting you again at the bar with Sam and Steve just seemed like fate to me and I just had to hold on.”

“But why?”

Another sigh is leaving his lips, “y/n when I saw the love you had for Stephen I thought man, this guy really has it all, he has a girl that is all about him, all for him, there’s no better feeling than that. Then I saw how he treated you, how he tore you down, tore who you were down, and I thought what an ass, how could he not see what he had in front of him, how could he not see how lucky he was, did he not realize how many men would kill to have something like he did, and it seems he never realized it because he let you go, he let the one girl that would probably give him the world go, and to me you just don’t do that, when you have someone as special and loving as you, you hold onto them, and you never let go.”

“But Stephen was right Bucky, I’ve always been a little overly affectionate, and a little too clingy, that’s just who I am, who I was,” your voice dropped at the last part.

“Stephen was anything but right doll, he blew your flame out, he diminished your light so what if your overly affectionate, or you love a little harder than some, there’s going to be someone out there who’s going to appreciate and love that about you,”

“But Bucky you didn’t even know me that well before Stephen, you only caught the small glimpses when he allowed me to be around, how could, how can you-”

“Y/n you were beautiful inside and out, and you might not have know this about me but I get smitten pretty quick. Sure I might have only caught glimpses of you at the get togethers but when I saw you again at the bar, and the other times we hung out these last months I caught sight of the girl Stephen put down one too many times, I wanted to bring that light back to you, I wanted to show you that while one man might not be grateful for what he has right in front of him another man will treasure it.”

A soft laugh falls from your lips, “another mans trash is another mans treasure,” Bucky laughs with you his head falling to yours, “I believe I’ve told you this before trash you definitely aren’t, but a treasure, a treasure you definitely are.” The first tear falls, one that Bucky is quick to wipe away, “you’ve been pushing me away, putting up those walls but y/n I’m not going anywhere, it’s time you’ve been shown the love you deserve and I want to be the one to show it to you.” Your leaning into his touch, your walls are cracking, “what if I get too clingy what if-”

He’s shushing you, “I’m not going anywhere, you deserve to love and be loved in return y/n, and I’ve been trying to show you, I just need you to let me in,” Your unwrapping your arms from where they’re wrapped around you, shaky fingers reaching out to rest on his chest, his heart beating steadily beneath your fingers.  

“If I get to be too much, you need to tell me,” you murmur eyes meeting his. He’s grinning as he leans in closer arms falling from your face to wrap around your waist, “if anything it’s not going to be enough.” He whispers and a shiver rolls through you from his touch alone. A touch you would grow to love.

“I can hear your thoughts,” Bucky murmured sleepily his face pressing into your chest.

A low chuckle fell from your lips, “sorry was just thinking,” you murmured fingers running through his hair, a pleased groan falling from his lips.

“What were you thinking about?” He questioned his lips pressing to the tops of your breast.

“Just thinking about how I finally got the love I deserved,”

Bucky’s arms are tightening around you as he lifts his head from the comfort of your chest. He grins sleepily up at you as he inches himself up slightly to be eye level with you. “And there’s no person more deserving than you.” He murmured lips pressing softly to yours.

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