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Lesson Learned
Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are best friends. Will a figure from the past ruin everything, or will they see whatâs right in front of them?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Word Count: 3,484
Warnings: language, angst, fluff, drinking, fables are difficult, the grass isnât always greener, cheesy like Hallmark movies, yadda yadda
A/N: This is my last submission for the lovely Nikkiâs ( @soldatbarnesâ) writing challenge. My prompt was the word Fable (and I have listed my selected one below the cut). I have suffered through this.Thanks to @sebbytrash for helping.
The Astronomer An astronomer used to go out at night to observe the stars. One evening, as he wandered through the suburbs with his whole attention fixed on the sky, he fell accidentally into a deep well. While he lamented and bewailed his sores and bruises, and cried loudly for help, a neighbor ran to the well, and learning what had happened said: "Hark ye, old fellow, why, in striving to pry into what is in heaven, do you not manage to see what is on earth?'
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âDo you ever look up at the sky and think of all the endless possibilities in life? Maybe wonder where you couldâve ended up instead of here?â
You turned your head and looked up at the glittering night sky. Where exactly was he going with this? âYou mean another planet?â
Bucky Barnes, your best friend in the world, gave a big belly laugh. âNo, I mean as in another city, or another countryâŠdo you ever picture yourself having a life someplace else? Do you think you were meant to be living a different life?â
Your eyes flickered back down to the water, where slivers of moonlight glistened off the small waves. The two of you had picked this table because of its location on the deck, and now you wished you were inside, sharing elbow room with an overwhelming Friday crowd.
You couldnât explain it, but his question made you anxious, and your fight-or-flight mode was ready to send you flying.
âOf course it crosses my mind sometimes,â you replied, trying to keep a casual tone. âI think everyone thinks about itâŠbut how can you really know?â
He nodded but didnât answer, taking a quick swig of his beer as he lost himself in thought again.
Your brows furrowed as you considered his original question. Was he having some regrets about his choices?
This was new, or news to you at least. Bucky normally seemed pretty content in his life here, and had since the day you met him two years ago. He had a good job, lots of friends, a decent apartmentâŠhe even had a little cat he lovingly called Luke Skywalker.
In fact, it was a vast improvement from how heâd been the first time you set eyes on him.
Everything about that night had been filled with laughter and fun. Youâd been out celebrating your friend Rochelleâs engagement to the love of her life, Dean. Carley, your roommate back at uni, brought her husband Richard, leaving you as the only one flying solo. Normally, you hated showing up alone to parties when you knew everyone else would be paired off.
That night was a special exception, obviously.
And though you wouldnât realize it until later, that night had a bit of magic left to try to align the universe in your favor, too.
Your entire life shifted on its axis the day Bucky Barnes entered your life.
The little celebration had already been in full swing for at least an hour. Youâd wandered to the bar for another round of drinks (on you, of course, because everyone took turns). Every bit of it was fairly normal.
Youâd looked over at him, then. It was just a quick glance the first time, then a few more, and another as you felt drawn in his direction. At the time you figured it was just the two rum and cokes in your system doing all the thinking for you.
Maybe you looked that many times because youâd never seen someone so handsome in that dinky restaurant by the water before. Maybe it was the look in his sad blue-grey eyes as he stared at nothing that tugged on your heartstrings. Those could certainly be contributors to why you chose to approach him that night.
Anyway, you felt an urgent need to introduce yourself, reasons be damned.
That night was supposed to be happy, filled with laughter and joy, not misery. Why should someone be so miserable if you could help them? You wanted to see him happy.
You had scooted a little closer while you waited for your drinks, though not so far as to make him feel like you were a creeper. His eyes had met yours in confusion, but at least he wasnât put off by your presence. Conversation started, and though at first he was a man of few words, you managed to get his tragic backstory.
It turned out that a woman named Natasha had left him for the other coast, intent on making it big in the entertainment industry. She told him she didnât want him along for the ride even though Bucky was willing to go with her. They didnât have a future, sheâd said.
That very night, he sat there by himself, drinking and wallowing under the weight of a year-long relationship that came crashing down over his head in mere minutes. This Natasha woman had decided, without his input, that his life was going to change forever because of her own needs.
She just threw him away.
So yeah, you spared him a few more minutes of your time and even a drink on your tab before you invited him over to the engagement party. At first he refused, but once you got Carley and Rochelle in on it, he said he couldnât possibly turn three lovely ladies down.
The fact that he was smiling by the end of that night made your whole damn week better. He was easy to like, and as the months went on, even easier to love.
You realized you were in love with him after about seven months or so, but there was never any a-ha moment. It just became a fact of life, a little footnote of information that you kept to yourself.
Not that you would ever tell himâŠyou didnât want to then, and couldnât imagine telling him in the near future. Things worked well between the two of you and you didnât want to mess it up.
It wasnât worth the risk of losing him.
For all his intuitiveness, Bucky didnât seem to notice the atmosphere shifting around him as you recalled your affection. He didnât notice the way your eyes lingered or how your hands fidgeted nervously.
You looked away, focusing on a small boat parked nearby as it shimmied on the water. âIs there a reason youâre asking, Buck?â
Bucky cleared his throat. âActually, yeahâŠremember Natasha?â
Your eyes narrowed almost instantly. Of course you remembered her. âYou mean the woman who left you two years ago after breaking your heart into a million pieces?â
When he didnât answer, you looked back at him. âAm I wrong?â
âSheâs back in town,â he continued, overlooking the truth of the situation. âShe wanted to get together, catch up a little.â
âAnd you told her no, right?â
Didnât he? Surely he wouldnât agree to meet with her after everything she did to him. What kind of madman would even consider it?
âI had drinks with her last night,â Bucky admitted quietly, swirling the last of his beer once before chugging it.
So thatâs where he had been when you tried to reach him. He had been suspiciously quiet all day.
Thatâs who he was with on the night he usually reserved for you, for movies or game night or anything as long as the two of you were together.
Your eyes flitted back to the water. You werenât sure if it was mortification or betrayal you were feelingâŠmaybe a little of both.
âAnd?â
He sighed. âSheâs wellâŠsheâs thinking about moving back to the city.â
A low hum sounded in your throat. Of course she was.
âCouldnât cut it out west?â
âShe said sheâs sick of the weather.â
âThereâs always Canada.â
âY/NâŠâ
âBucky,â you mimicked, meeting his sharp gaze again. âWhat ever happened to âI donât ever want to see her again,â and âshe ruined my lifeâ?â
He gave a shrug and set his beer bottle down. âWeâve both grown up a little.â
The truth was more likely that Natasha needed a place to crash until she got her own place here. Maybe she wanted to borrow some money, maybe she needed someâŠcasual familiar reliefâŠbut there was no way in hell that she should be able to just go back to something she so easily left behind without having to own up to her mistakes first.
You sat up a little, giving him your full attention. âDid she apologize?â
âSort of.â Bucky looked away.
Your eyes narrowed. âHow does one sort of apologize? Thatâs like saying you sort of breathe, you sort of exist, you sort of-â
âI get it, all right? I just need some time to think.â Bucky slid out of his chair and stood, gesturing to your drink. âWant another one?â
Yeah, definitely not. The more liquid courage you had the greater the chance of spilling your guts to him, and after his little Natasha revelation, that was out of the question.
âActually, I have to be up early tomorrow.â
It was the most see-through excuse ever, but you didnât care. Why should you care if he didnât care enough about himself to move on from that destructive relationship.
Heâd made so much progress...it hurt to see him so willing to throw it all away.
Bucky nodded, running a hand over the light stubble on his jawline. âDo you need a lift, or-â
âIâm fine,â you interrupted, grabbing your bag and jacket while forcing a smile to your face. âHave a good night Bucky.â
You didnât wait for his reply before bolting for the exit. It wasnât mature and certainly wasnât how you would have liked to handle it, but if you didnât get out of there quick, you were going to get emotional.
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Days passed before you even bothered to open the text messages youâd been getting from Bucky.
The silent treatment was so, so childish, but you honestly didnât know what to say to him. You didnât know how to explain why you left so abruptly that night, and you sure as hell didnât know how to explain why you were so angry, so emotional over this whole situation without revealing your secret.
Your heart was screaming for you to just talk to him, but your fear was keeping you quiet.
So you did what you were used to doing. You closed yourself off from the rest of the world. You went to work, you came home, and you repeated the process, just going through the motions to keep your head above water.
The thing was, your heart was aching. Every day it felt like a larger weight stacked on your shoulders. The sun shined a little less brightly, your bed wasnât as soft, and your smiles were halfhearted. It was pretty melodramatic after only a week, but you just couldnât help it.
It was like a part of you went missing, which was really ridiculous, since you never felt like that before Bucky came into your life.
When Friday night arrived, you sat on your couch in your small apartment and finally broke down, opening the growing number of unread texts from your best friend.
The further you read, the more the text started to blur as a weekâs worth of unhinged emotions finally caught up to you.
Hope you made it home safely.
Hey, I know you hate Sunday nights, so I found this picture of a dog for you.
Have a great Monday, Y/N.
Hey did you see this video? Thought it might make you smile.
Those were just the starters.
Happy Hump Day!
I guess youâre really mad at me, huh? : /
Is there anything I can do?
Y/N, can we talk? Maybe over pizza and a Thor movie? Get it? Thorsday?
Or maybe we could go to the movies if you donât want to talk?
Okay, well, when you decide you want to talk, Iâll be here.
I just really miss you.
Thatâs the one that got you. The last message had a time stamp of earlier that afternoon.
He was still making an effort to talk, so you decided to make the effort, too.
If he wanted to go be with Natasha again, so be it. It didnât mean he would be out of your life, just less accessible. Maybe they were meant to be, maybe it was fated for her to come back in his life. Two years was enough time to grow as a person, if the person really wanted to, right?
You werenât even involved, you didnât even know her. This was their battle, their reunion, and you didnât need to forgive someone on someone elseâs behalf.
You didnât even factor into Buckyâs equation.
âDammit,â you muttered, setting your phone down on the coffee table in front of you.
You were jealous.
Bucky had been just yours for two whole years. The two of you did everything together, and the thought of him spending time with her, wellâŠ
It kind of made you sick to your stomach.
Two years of spending all that time together really did a number on your brain. It was so damn clichĂ© to fall for your best friend. It was stupid and so utterly useless. If he had wanted more from you, heâd had two years to make a move. Hell, you had two years to make a move and you chickened out.
Besides, your jealousy didnât change anything. It didnât make you more important than Natasha to Bucky. It didnât make him want to be with you.
All it did was make you feel awful.
You squeezed your eyes shut, letting your head fall back against the couch cushion with a loud groan.
The decision was basically made for you. It was time to be a better, more supportive friend. It was selfish to try to hold onto someone who wanted to be free. If thatâs what he needed from you, you werenât going to let your dumb feelings get in the way.
Youâd get over him eventually.
Your eyes opened and you quickly typed out a message to Bucky, asking him to meet you at the restaurant by the water, and you even added a little note at the end that made your heart twist.
Feel free to bring Natasha.
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You didnât dress differently or prepare any sort of speech to give him. There were only two words resting on the tip of your tongue at the moment, and they were long overdue.
So that night, nearly two years to the day that you met, it was your turn to sit at the bar by yourself, looking forlorn and more than a little lost.
This time it was Bucky who approached you, silently taking the barstool beside you as he waved to the bartender and ordered a beer.
When you didnât hear anyone else order, you turned your eyes toward your best friend.
He was alone. Buckyâs blue-grey eyes were as calm as the water behind you as he locked eyes with you. He said nothing, merely waiting for you to say what was on your mind.
âIâm sorry.â
Bucky didnât react for a second or two, but when the corner of his mouth lifted you knew you were forgiven.
âIâm sorry, too.â
You protested almost immediately, knowing that he wasnât at fault here, but he was having none of it.
âLook, Y/N.â He placed a gentle hand on your arm that was resting on the bar top. âI get it, you were just looking out for me. Natasha did a number on me and seeing her again, wellâŠit kind of made my brain go haywire.â
All you could do was nod to encourage him to continue. This is what you were here for, after all, to listen and be supportive.
âI started thinking about how life could be if I was somewhere else. Did I make all the right choices? Did I choose the right path? I kept looking up and away instead of here and now.â
You shrugged one shoulder, trying to seem casual about the whole thing while internally you were screeching. âLike I said last week, Bucky, everyone does that.â
âNot you,â he countered, turning his body a little more to face you. âYou never have. You marched right up to me the first night we met, and told me to keep living, to keep existing for me and to make the most of what I had. You made me laugh, you made me happy again, and Iâll be forever grateful.â
âThatâs what friends are for.â Your leg started involuntarily shaking against the barstool and you had to make an effort to stop despite your nerves being shot.
âAnd that brings me to my next point, Y/N.â
Bucky pulled his hand from your arm and stood, this time leaning over on the bar right in front of you. You found yourself a little more than flustered by his presence in your personal space.
Your leg wasnât shaking anymore, but that was because you could no longer feel it.
âWhat next point?â you managed to ask, tightening your grip on your own drink.
âItâs so stupid, reallyâŠI was so busy looking at every other possibility that I didnât see what was right in front of me until it wasnât there anymore.â
Ah, of course. He meant your company, your friendship. Old reliable Y/N. Yeah, you knew how that feltâŠit had totally thrown you to go a week without him.
âIâm sorry,â you repeated, feeling your face heat up with embarrassment. âI wonât be an ass like that again, I promise.â
âI donât think youâre quite understanding.â Bucky shifted a little so his face was closer to yours. âI know now that every choice I made was for a reason.â
You stared in wide-eyed confusion. What the hell was happening? Everything behind him faded to a blur as you zeroed in on his face.
âOne week without you crushed me, Y/N,â he explained, his eyes softening a little. âSure, Nat was back, but all she did was make me realize what I already had. Your absence wasnât worth it. It wonât ever be worth it.â
âCan you please just speak plainly?â
If you were reading him right (and you knew you were after two years of being in his company), things were about to monumentally shift in your relationship again.
âIâm saying that life without you doesnât make sense to me, and I donât want to experience it ever again. Iâm saying my life choices led me to you, and Iâll never regret it. Iâm saying the past two years have been the best years of my life. I should have been looking in front of me this whole time.â
Bucky was silent while he waited for you to process this information.
âAre you sure you arenât confusing yourself?â You needed him to check and re-check before you could believe that he came upon this huge revelation. âBecause having a friendship you can rely on that suddenly isnât there can be an emotional thing, too, and I-â
âThis is going to sound stupid, but I think thatâs why I havenât dated in over a year. I thinkâŠâ He paused, as if trying to collect his thoughts. âI think Natâs arrival made me realize that Iâve been acting like you and I were already in a relationship, without putting both feet in.â
You pondered that for a second. Neither of you had dated anyone in about a year, now that you thought about it. And really, you hadnât felt the need to.
âI took you for granted, Y/N, and Iâm sorry. But I want to do right by you now. I want us to be together.â
âBucky, this is a big step, a huge change. Are you sure?â Any sliver of calm you hoped to retain was gone, replaced by a buzzing excitement that might very well have been borderline panic. âBecause I donât want to be hurt again in a week if you realize you were just lonely.â
A little smile appeared on his lips. âI am one-hundred percent sure. How do you feel about it?â
You stared at him, not wanting to miss any slight reaction. âBucky, Iâve been sure for a while. I just figuredâŠwell, I assumed you friend-zoned me.â
Admitting that was such a relief. Youâd held your feelings in for so long to spare the friendship, to spare yourself from any awkwardness, but now you felt the tension melting away. Now, at least, the truth was out in the open. Â
âBut now,â you continued, feeling empowered. âEven though we went about this the wrong way, we both learned a lesson here. I thinkâŠno, I know I want this.â
Buckyâs smile widened. It was his âY/N smile,â the one he reserved for you that sparked all your romantic feelings. It was the smile that made you feel like you were the most important person in his life.
Apparently, you were.
âThis is probably the right time to kiss, donât you think?â His eyes were sparkling now, with flecks of gold reflecting from the holiday lights above you. âYou know, just to make it official.â
âItâs always good to make things official,â you mumbled, right before he leaned over to press his lips to yours.
When he pulled away a moment later, you were pretty sure you were giving him your best âBucky smile.â
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Nothing under 7 inches part 5
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Pairing: Baker!Bucky x reader
Warnings:Fluff and angst yâall.
Word count: 2k
Summary: Bucky is a baker in Y/Nâs hometown and with her motherâs birthday right around the corner, heâs excited to see her again. Y/N however doesnât plan on staying for too long and aims to return to the city life, a dirty little secret getting in the way of her love life.
A/N: My prompt was âcottageâ. This fic is written for @soldatbarnes her writing challenge. If you want on the tag list, please send me an ask! I canât keep track of all the comments.
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âWhatâs your least favourite cake to bake? I know you love anything patisserie but surely thereâs one thing you donât like?,â you chuckle whilst drawing a makeshift Christmas tree on top of the cake you just pulled out of the oven. Bucky insisted upon decorating it properly, sensing catharsis is nearby.
âRed velvet,â he answers honestly, a gasp of shock falling from your lips. âNot the cake but the brownie version. And donât look at me like that, Y/N.â
He finishes up on a beautifully crafted snowman, his steady hands and expertise delivering an impeccable result. âHow can you not love red velvet? A fluffy red velvet cake or a firm red velvet brownie⊠it doesnât matter!â
âItâs not that I have something against red velvet,â he explains as he asks you to get a knife from the top drawer so he can cut the cake. âOn the contrary, I love red velvet. But every time I try making red velvet brownies they end up either too gooey or too dry.â
âMaybe itâs not the red velvet thatâs the problemâŠ,â you poke gently, admiring your handiwork. âAnd maybe you can also put the second cake in the oven now while this one cools off.â
With the second batch of cake in the oven, you oversee your surroundings and realise your mind is just as much a mess as the kitchen is. So you end up volunteering to help him clean up, but Bucky is unyielding in his request to talk things through and with one swift move of his arm he slides everything aside. Resting his hands on your hips he lifts you up on top of the counter, standing in between your legs with his fingertips digging into your thighs.
âThe cake is in the oven, which means we have an hour all to ourselves.â His tone is piercing and it tickles your ears as much as the scent of the freshly bakes cake awakens your senses.
âEver since I was a kid, I stood in Peggyâs shadow,â you start off with a sharp exhale, your chest rising as you gather all your courage with a deep breath.
âShe got all the attention from mom. It never bothered Wade, he always did his own thing. But it had a huge effect on me.â Bucky nods as he caresses your legs over the soft fabric of your dress. âPeggy was always the favourite and mom even based the heroin in one of her fantasy novels on her. Dad and I got along much better, but he was always at work which left us with little to no quality time.â
Taking a hold of Buckyâs hands, you slide them off your thighs and let them rest on the counter. Buckyâs head drops a little and he mumbles something like âIâm going to check on the cakeâ before turning away to the oven where the cake is slowly rising.
âOne day I got home and Peggy and mom were seated at the table waiting for me to return from school,â you continue speaking, finding it easier to be honest with Bucky now his back is to you.
âI was 14 and Wade had just left for Los Angeles to make it big as a comedian. Peggy had been accepted to a college in London for a PHD. Mom was overjoyed when she announced the news to me. From then on, something clicked inside my head and when Peggy left for London, I locked myself up in my room, crying my heart out because sheâd never love me as much as sheâd love my big sister.â
The brunet spins around on his heels and casually leans against the counter next to the oven, ears listening intently. âIt got so bad that my mother demanded Iâd see the school counsellor. I refused. I didnât want anybody at school to know how deep I was. Then dad noticed and took me to my auntâs farm over Thanksgiving. It was a very therapeutic experience for me and we bounded over our love for animals. Thatâs when he told me why mom is so attached to Peggy.â
âMy parents got married at a very young age and my mother wanted to have kids as soon as possible.â You eye Bucky sadly, the corners of his mouth tugged downwards in a morose smile, aching to comfort you.
âBut the doctors told mom she couldnât get pregnant without a little help, because of her disease. Peggy was a miracle and she gave my mother hope, hope for a second child. She always wanted two children, a boy and a girl, so they kept trying and trying and trying for a second child. Then Wade was born a few years later and it was like a dream came through. My parents didnât really try for another kid after Wade.â
âAnd then came along Y/N?,â Bucky queries while walking to the fridge and taking out a carton of milk, pouring you both a glass of milk.
Handing one glass to you, he opens another cupboard where he takes out a box with some leftover cookies he made the other day, offering them as some kind of peace offer. You take a sip, the freshness of the milk hitting your taste buds and in no time you finish your glass, a slight milk moustache gracing your upper lip and Bucky chuckles as he points it out to you.
âAnyway,â you cough a little, a small laugh escaping you. âThen mom and dad went on a romantic weekend⊠Itâs not that I was an unwanted child⊠Because they were thrilled to have me.â
As Bucky munches on one of the chocolate chip cookies, you only take one bite of yours, afraid youâll choke on the lump in your throat. âBut then mom found out that I had the same disease sheâd been struggling with her whole life and she just⊠snapped. She couldnât deal with it.â
Pushing the plate with the rest of the cookies aside, your face contorts in a sour expression as youâre fighting back the tears. âNow you know. Now you know why Iâm afraid to have that white picket fence life with you. Iâm afraid Iâm not good enough because of my mom. Iâm afraid my kids will be just as sick as I am. Iâm afraid, Bucky, afraid that youâll cast me aside, too.â
Bucky is quick to step towards you again. âI would never do that to you, baby. I love you. I love you, I love you, Y/N.â Itâs like Buckyâs stuck dancing on a broken record, forced to retrace his steps over and over again. Heâs done this before, but this time itâs the last do-over.
âI know you do, I know. Believe me, I know. But at 18, I wasnât sure of anything anymore. Iâd been damaged too much. I needed to be repaired. In New York, I found the repair I needed. But I also accumulated quite a debt.â
Bucky shoots you a confused and troubled look. âBut I thought your parents settled your debt?â
Thatâs what you wanted everybody to believe, you confide in Bucky as regret and shame lace your voice. âI â I found a way to make money on the side.â
You had your job that pays quite well and your parents whoâd send you money on the regular. But then you met Tony Stark, a man that runs in a lot of social circles and with a lot of connections. His wife was divorcing him and hung out all the dirty laundry. âHe didnât want us to be just friends, so he made me a proposal I couldnât refuse.â
Thereâs a pang in Buckyâs heart, hearing another man has got you more to himself than Bucky. âSo youâre still seeing him now?â
Biting your lower lip in regret, you lock eyes with Bucky and see his jaw is clenched so tight he might break his teeth from gritting them too hard. âHeâs the reason why I need to go back as soon as possible.â
As soon as you utter those last words, Bucky pulls back straightaway. âHeâs the reason why you wanna go back to New York so badly?â
His tone is higher and harder than before, even when you weâre arguing so heatedly outside the cottage. With his eyes spitting fire at you, venom on the tip of his tongue as well as a string of profanities, Buckyâs hand lashes out and slams the plate of cookies to the ground, sending them clattering with a sharp noise that screeches in your mind.
âIs he the one that mended you? Is that it?â Furiously carding his fingers through his brown locks, Bucky kicks with the tip of his feet at the cookies scattered all over the kitchen floor, not even acknowledging your completely tensed up form on the kitchen counter until you hike up your knees to your chest and hurl up into a small ball.
Much to your surprise, once Bucky turns around again and shows you his true emotions, he isnât angered with or disappointed in you. On the contrary, his sadness is eating him up from the inside. âWhat do I have to do to get through to you, Y/N?,â he wails while dragging his hands down his face, tears mingling with the skin of his fingertips as they drop onto his hands. âI canât let you go. I canât.â
âI promised Tony one last night of play pretend, Bucky. If I donât show up, he will ruin me,â you cry softly into your arms. âBut I donât wannaâŠâ The tears are stronger than your words and they hitch in your throat. âI donât wanna give you up, too.â
Bucky realises thereâs only one solution, one way to ensure a future for the both of you. Still rocking back and forth as he embraces you, he presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes, envisioning that future while he whispers softly. âIâm coming to New York with you. Iâm giving it all up for you. My mind is made up, Y/N. Iâm coming to New York.â
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LOOK AT THE FISHIES
This is for @soldatbarnes writing challenge!!! Â Thank you for letting me participate, love! <3
A/N: also, this is kind of an AU where Chase hasnât died and heâs settled down with his SO.
Chase Collins x reader
Word count: 1733
Summary: youâve had a really bad week, so Chase decides to make it better.
Warnings: sad reader, work stress, Chase being a jerk (but he fixes it)
(GIF not mine)
This week had been absolutely AWFUL. Â You started out hopeful and optimistic about the new work week and were ready to tackle any task your manager could throw at you! Â That was until after lunch on Monday.
You thought you were getting a bunch done!  You had already budgeted out the next couple months, made your reports about expected profits, and even got started on your marketing presentation!  Then you got to your desk and realized⊠âHOLY SHIT, THESE ARE THE WRONG FILES!â.  You had used the budget for June and switched it with July, accidentally wrote the profits from the holiday season on the spring term sheets, and your computer crashed, getting rid of all your presentation research and company statistics!
Tuesday was no better, you had to get your computer fixed, meet up with your supervisor to turn in your reports for the past quarter, and you had an interview to conduct with a potential new intern.
Your entire job depended on your laptop and the internet, but your computer wasnât going to be fixed until Monday of the next week! Â That meant youâd be struggling with good olâ pencils and calculators for the next three days. Â After that, your train was late and you nearly missed your meeting! Â You were over twenty minutes late and your supervisor was not happy.
The interview with the intern was a NIGHTMARE.  It was a punk kid, fresh out of college who thought the world owed him everything⊠and that he could get in your pants with some disturbing hip gyration and vulgar pick-up lines.  Needless to say, he was not getting that job.
Wednesday was a shit storm.  You had to pick up the slack of your co-worker who was on maternity leave.  Normally, this wouldnât be a problemâŠ. Except you were still working like a KINDERGARTNER WITH A CALCULATOR!  At this point, you had to start skipping lunch to actually get things done.  And you normally donât have time for breakfast so youâre only eating a cold dinner when you get home.  That was also the day that your heel got stuck in a vent grate and you nearly got run over by a taxi.
Point is, you had a horrible week and were ready for it to be over. Â Luckily, it was finally Friday, seven oâclock, now you were officially allowed to go home. Â With how much work you had and how slow you were progressing through it, your boss told you, âit would be in the companyâs best interest if you work overtime to get your workload done,â. Â You know he didnât intend to be harsh or mean to you, he was just wanting this busy time to pass smoothly, but it still hurt and frustrated you.
You lugged yourself onto the train, plopping down on the seat with a huff. Â You were exhausted, frustrated, and about ready to cry by the time you got home.
You walked the six blocks back to your apartment, your feet aching as your shoes rubbed blisters into your feet. Â You opened the door, dropping your things on the floor, kicking off your heels, and plopping down on the couch. Â You cringed, remembering you promised your boyfriend/ roommate, Chase, that you would wash the dishes when you got home.
âWelcome home baby,â Chase smiled, quietly walking into the room in his comfy looking pajamas. Â You smiled as you saw he was wearing the pajamas you got him last Christmas, the duck ones you got as a joke. Â âHow was work?â he asked, rubbing your back soothingly.
âI never want to go back,â you groaned, sitting up to take your blazer off, âthat weird, creepy coworker, Randy, he wouldnât stop flirting with me! Â I had to yell at him to make him go away, and he got petty and decided to drop another stack of paperwork on my desk!â
âThat sounds really sucky, Iâm sorry babe,â he sighed, sitting you on his lap as he crawled on the couch, âwhy donât you get yourself something to eat, then get to bed, Iâll finish up the chores,â
âYouâre the best, baby,â
The next day, you didnât wake up until almost noon. Â You had been waking up at four in the morning for the past couple days and you werenât getting to sleep until eleven each night, so a good sleep on a full stomach was exactly what you needed.
You wandered into the kitchen, following the wonderful smell of cheap macaroni and cheese.  âMmm⊠lunch is ready?â you asked, hugging Chase from behind, resting your head in between his shoulder blades.  He was always so cuddly and soft.
âYou betcha!â he smiled, moving your hand so he could kiss your palm, âI know how much you like this stuff, and youâve been so stressed, so I thought you could use a treat today,â
âYouâre wonderful, you know that?â you smiled, kissing his cheek.
After a deliciously cheap meal and a few colas later (burping contest included) Chase wanted to take you out for a âspecial surpriseâ. Â He insisted you wear comfy clothes and walking shoes because âyouâre not wearing that wretched monkey suit to our magical destination!â. Â His words, not yours.
You decided to wear some shorts and your favorite Batman shirt, and of course, your high-top converse. Â Once you were all ready, you tried walking out the door, but Chase wouldnât have it! Â âYouâve been on your feet enough, Iâm carrying you,â he said. Â Before you could even protest, he had you on his back and was giving you a piggyback ride to the train.
He took you down to the city and hailed a taxi to take you to your âmagical destinationâ, and thatâs when curiosity started to take overâŠ
âSo, where are we going?â you asked casually.
âYouâll see,â he smiled, turning to tell the driver where he wanted to go. Â And he did so quietly, just so you wouldnât hear him! Â Sneaky little bastard.
âPlease tell me? Â I just have to know!â you begged like an impatient child.
âYouâll see when we get there,â
You looked out the window, hoping you could guess where Chase was taking you by what you saw.  âAre we going to⊠the zoo?â
âKind of,â
âHow do you âkind ofâ go to the zoo? Â Do you stand outside the gate?â
No matter how much you guessed, he wouldnât tell you, and that was really frustrating. Â But, you didnât bug him about it too much, because he was trying to do something nice for you.
âWeâre here,â he smiled, paying the cab fare and helping you out of the taxi. Â You excitedly looked at the huge building in front of you. Â There was a huge gate, decorated with shells and sea creatures, and the facility itself looked like Poseidon's palace!
âThe Aquarium!?â you gasped, jumping up and down
âYeah, I thought this would be fun!â he answered, holding your hand and kissing your cheek.
And it was fun! Â Chase showed you the jellyfish exhibit; it was his favorite part. Â And then he wanted you to see the turtles! Â There was even a tide-pool exhibit where you could pet horseshoe crabs! Â You pointed out that they looked like Darth Vaderâs face with legs coming out of it.
You were waiting in the bleachers for the dolphin show to start when you noticed Chase wasnât sitting next to you anymore. Â As a little twinge of panic set in, you saw that he was coming back, this time with a big, plastic bag in his hands. Â âWhatâs that?â you asked
âNothing,â he shrugged.  He was hiding somethingâŠ
After the dolphin show, you asked if you could pet the stingrays, of course, he agreed.
âIt feels like a wet hotdog,â you giggled, brushing your fingers against the back of the sea creatureâs body for the third time.
âOr a slick kiwi slice,â Chase giggled back, placing a kiss on your temple, âhey, they have an underground fish observation room if you want to see that,â
âOoh! Â Yeah I wanna see that!â you cheered, grabbing his hand and rushing towards the door.
âUh, babe, you might want to disinfect your hands first,â he reminded, pointing to the hand sanitizer by the wall.
You two were some of the only people down there; guess people didnât find this interesting. Â But you thought it was amazing! Â You could look in the tank from an underwater view and watch the fish swim around! Â How was this not entertaining?!
Chase saw how mesmerized you were and smiled; you were finally relaxing and having fun! Â You deserved that after the week you had.
âChase, look at the fishies!â you whispered, pointing to the multicolored school of fish passing by.
âDid you just say âfishiesâ?â
After a long day of learning about the ocean and its magnificent creatures (and street-vendor hot dogs), you and Chase were finally home. Â You plopped down on the couch, kicking off your shoes with a content sigh of happiness.
âThank you Chase, this was wonderful,â you smiled, leaning up to peck his lips
âYouâre welcome baby, Iâm glad you had a good time,â he smiled, letting you lean on his shoulder to rest, âby the way, I got you something,â
âChase, you shouldnât have! Â Youâve done enough already!â you playfully scolded, sitting back up straight
âNonsense, I wanted to do this for you,â he smiled, getting off the couch to grab the big plastic bag you saw earlier. Â He handed it to you, a wide smile on his face as he waited for you to look inside.
You took the large, soft object out of the bag to reveal it as a giant stuffed octopus! Â âAww, Chase! Â This is so cute!â you whimpered, hugging the pink plushie to your chest, âI love it!â.
Chase kissed your forehead and sat back down with you. Â âYou really like it?â he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you.
âItâs perfect!â you exclaimed, laying your head on his lap, âthough... â
âThough⊠what?â
âHow can you get me a pink, stuffed octopus and still think itâs fair to poke fun at me for saying âfishiesâ?â
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Pairing: Baker!Bucky x reader
Warnings: Mentions of a sugar daddy/baby relationship. Mentions of sex but nothing NSFW. The word âfuckâ.
Word count: 1.723
Summary: Bucky is a baker in Y/Nâs hometown and with her motherâs birthday right around the corner, heâs excited to see her again. Y/N however doesnât plan on staying for too long and aims to return to the city life, a dirty little secret getting in the way of her love life.
A/N: My prompt was âcottageâ. This fic is written for @soldatbarnes her writing challenge.
Series masterlist can be found here
The door has only just fallen back into the lock when Natâs head pops up from the couch where sheâs working on her next column. âHow was your date?,â she immediately shoots your way, dark eyes wild with curiosity.
Afraid to disappoint your roommate, you shrug and give her a shy smile. âIt wasnât really a date, Nat.â
The writer rolls her eyes at you, scoffing at you with a look youâve seen a million times before. âOf course it wasnât a date. You never let anyone touch you where it isnât appropriate,â she huffs as she flips you a finger. âSuch a prudeâŠâ
Her comment hurts, even though you will never call Nat out on her hurtful remarks. Thereâs no point in discussing love with Natasha Romanova, one of the most critically acclaimed bloggers in NYC. With her weekly column on sex and sexuality, Natasha isnât short on experience in the dating scene. She might have a long-term boyfriend Clint, but she keeps countless guys on the side as well because for her itâs okay to have a boyfriend as well as a couple boyfriends. But she would never leave Clint for any of them, except maybe for the guy that got away, Bruce, but heâs off topic.
Clicking her tongue in dismay, she returns to her computer screen, no longer wasting any time on your lack of a love life. You shuffle towards the room you share with Wanda, your other roommate, but find Sharon instead. The blonde is your best friend yet is forced to share a room with Natasha since they both work from home and you donât want to wake her up very early in the morning when you leave for work. Itâs not the most ideal situation, but you manage alright.
Jumping up and down your bed, Sharon demands to know what you thought of the guy she set you up with. âWell,â you start to explain to her as you take off your coat and kick off your shoes before sitting down next to her, âSteveâs a very good guy. He took me for a spin on his motorcycle.â
âThat mustâve been pretty exciting!,â Sharon exclaims loudly, making sure Natasha can hear her. She knows how much Natasha looks down on you, just because youâve never had a relationship before and sheâs had plenty.
You nod with a small laugh, carding your fingers through your hair to comb out the knots as you continue to tell her how perfect of a gentleman Steve was. Your date with Steve has been the first in almost two years. Before Sharon introduced the two of you, youâd been on maybe 3 dates in total in your entire life? Not that you mind, youâve never been much of a dater anyway.
âDid he kiss you?,â Sharon interrupts your daydreaming, âCome on, Y/N, did he?â
You nod sheepishly, biting your lower lip. âAt the end of the dateâ, you reminiscence softly, âIt was a very chaste kiss.â
Your fingertips touch your lips and Sharon notices how her best friend is gloating from head to toe. âSo itâs safe to say there are butterflies, right?â
Despite the positive feelings you associate with your date, you have to admit there werenât that many sparks between you and the blond. âI donât knowâŠâ
âBut,â Sharon pouts as she tries to pry for more details, âI thought you said he was nice! And I know you, Y/N. You donât just kiss any guy on the first date.â
âYeah,â you exhale gently, eying Sharon with a sense of guilt. She was convinced Steve would be the perfect match for you. âAnyway, Iâve got his number and he already texted me for next Saturday. Heâs cooking me dinner at his place.â
âArenât you supposed to go back home for your momâs birthday on Wednesday?,â Sharon reminded you of your family commitments. âWill you be back in time for your second date?â
âNo, donât worry, Sharon,â you smile kindly as you see her eyebrows knit together, âI managed to secure a ride back to the city. Iâll be back really late Friday night, but Iâve got Saturday morning to sleep in.â
The blondeâs eyes soften a little, realising who youâre talking about. âYes, how is Bucky these days anyway? Still renting that dusty old cottage from your folks?â
âSharon!,â you gasp exasperatingly, prompting a snicker from her lips. âIf you must know,â you glare back at her, âYes, he is still living in the cottage.â
âDoes he still make those delicious Florentines you brought back last time you were over?â
She giggles and you poke her quickly in the side. âIâll ask him.â
You continue sharing jokes as you gush over Buckyâs incredible baking skills, until your phone rings and you recognise the number as Tonyâs. âI gotta take this, Sharon, Iâll be right back.â
After leaving your room and crossing the living room on your tiptoes, trying not to disturb Natâs mojo as she calls it, you hike up the stairs to the rooftop terrace where you know youâll be able to hold a conversation without someone listening in.
âWhatâs up, babe?â Tonyâs sultry voice fills your ear and you clench your jaw at the pet name. âIâve got a favour to ask you. Iâll be at your place in five, maybe ten minutes.â
Pinching the bridge of your nose, you tell Tonyâs itâs okay to come over. âBut donât take too long. Iâve got yoga with Sharon at six.â
After youâve ended the call, you sit on one of the chairs looking out over New York. Thereâs a gentle breeze sending a tender wisp through your hair, and youâre reminded of so much more than just baker Bucky and his cottage, more than sweet Steve and his bike. You could go back to the familiarity that surrounds Bucky, or you could start something exciting with a new beau, Steve. But youâre hung up on a man whose help you now need more than ever and it hurts your heart more than you thought it would.
When the doorbell rings, you flee downstairs as fast as you can to make sure neither Nat or Sharon open the door instead. âHi, Tony,â you greet the dark-haired man with a tight-lipped smile, pushing your feelings to the background so your conversation seems at least a bit genuine.
âHey, Y/N,â he chuckles seductively, the silence that follows a little too uncomfortable for your taste. âHowâs my sugar baby?â
All your senses are on high alert, and your voice quivers just a little as you snap back. âIâm fine, Tony. And donât call me that.â
Scratching the back of his head, he gives you a cocky smile. Swallowing the lump in your throat, red blush tinting your cheeks, you listen to Tonyâs proposal. âI need a date,â he announced dryly, his eyes darting from yours to your lips and back to your eyes. âJust a date. The usual.â
Youâre appaled by the assumptions behind his words, but you let him finish his monologue first before giving him your definite answer, a soft smile playing on your lips for the sake of appearances.
âAnd youâre just such a good girl, I know people will love you. Itâs just a boring office party but itâll pay well, I promise.â
âWhen is this office party exactly?â
Tony visibly perks up, his ears attentive enough to spot that youâre at least considering his offer. âItâs this Friday.â
âI already have a commitment,â you answer flatly, âItâs my motherâs birthday and I wonât be back on time for your party.â
âIâm willing to compensate you big time for your efforts. Iâll buy you a dress of your liking at any store you fancy. And Iâll double your fee.â
Pursing your lips in thought, the offer very appealing to you, you eventually nod and accept. Itâs not a secret that you need the money and luckily there are no extras involved. Immediately he gives you his brightest smile, flowing into a boyish grin as he thanks you profusely.
âTony,â you add delicately in an attempt not to step on his toes because you know Tony has a short fuse. âI donât think we can keep doing this for much longer. Iâm seeing someone...â
You search his eyes for understanding, which is not easily given by him. âI see. Well, your loss,â he dismisses you quickly, placing a hand on your upper arm and squeezing firmly. Tony is extremely attracted to you and heâs doing a horrendous job at hiding it â taking you by surprise and kissing you hard on the lips on purpose.
âBut donât come crawling back to daddy after he breaks your heart,â he breathes lowly to your lips. âIâve been nothing but good to you, Y/N, donât forget.â
âOh fuck you,â you mumble under your breath as you push him away. âDonât you dare dictate what I can and cannot do, who I can and cannot date. You donât own me, Tony.â
âWith the amount Iâm paying you, I might as well,â he smirks darkly. âIâll text you the details and send someone to pick you up at eight,â Tony calls over his shoulder, âSee ya, baby doll. And donât forget, nothing under seven inches! You know I like it when a girl wears high heels to bed.â
Disgusted by his words, you feel the blood drain from your face and the bile rise up in your throat. If it wasnât for all your debts, you wouldâve dumped him a long time ago. But heâs a sweet-talker and a charmer and your arrangement has always been very convenient for you.
As soon as Tonyâs out of sight, you go back inside the house, a thousand things running through your head by the time youâve reached the third floor. Fishing your key out of your pocket, youâre caught off guard when Nat whisks the door open with a triumphant look on her face.
âSo turns out youâre not such a nun after all,â the redhead grins wickedly. âWho was that, hm?â Your lips move to deny her statement but she instantly shuts you down. âDonât you dare lie to my face, Y/N. I know what I heard. Youâve got a man on the side, havenât you? A sugar daddy. And thatâs why you never date.â
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Pairing: Baker!Bucky x reader
Warnings: Mentions of a sugar daddy/baby relationship. Mentions of sex but nothing NSFW. Mentions of disease. Itâs also unedited haha
Word count: 3k
Summary: Bucky is a baker in Y/Nâs hometown and with her motherâs birthday right around the corner, heâs excited to see her again. Y/N however doesnât plan on staying for too long and aims to return to the city life, a dirty little secret getting in the way of her love life.
A/N: My prompt was âcottageâ. This fic is written for @soldatbarnes her writing challenge.
Series masterlist can be found here
Previously
âSo turns out youâre not such a nun after all,â the redhead grins wickedly. âWho was that, hm?â Your lips move to deny her statement but she instantly shuts you down. âDonât you dare lie to my face, Y/N. I know what I heard. Youâve got a man on the side, havenât you? A sugar daddy. And thatâs why you never date.â
âNat,â you address her in a warning tone, worried sheâll jump to incorrect conclusions. âBefore you say anything else, would you please let me explain?â
Crossing her arms over her chest, she nods softly. âIâm listening.â
She closes the front door behind her, stepping inside the hallway so your conversation is more private. âFirst of all, I am not a prostitute or an escort. If thatâs what youâre thinking, youâre so wrong. But that man you saw, heâs some kind of benefactor to me. Some people would call him a sugar daddy, but Iâd rather not use that term.â
Natasha squints her eyes at you but doesnât say anything â yet. Taking a deep breath, you continue in a hushed voice. âTony and I met at a party. Sharon had set me up with this guy, Sam Wilson. We were supposed to go for a drink at a bar but ended up at a frat party instead. Turns out Sam was more interested in getting to know the hostess than me. So I sat down at the bar and ordered myself a drink, waiting for a reply from Sharon.â
âI was about to leave when Tony came up to me and offered to buy me another drink. I wanted to refuse but there was something about him⊠I just couldnât say no. So we had a couple drinks and afterward he asked his driver to take me home. I woke up to a delivery of two dozen red roses from Tony.â
Natasha rolls her eyes at this and makes a gagging noise, not one to fall for grand romantic gestures. âHe took me to dinner, and after dinner came lunch and after lunch there was breakfast. Like I said, there was just something about him that intrigued me. I thought I had found a man where I could really tick all the boxes.â
âBut you were wrong.â Nat purses her lips and gives you a sour look. âSurprise, surprise.â
You didnât feel the need to tell Natasha the whole story, but she kept digging and prying, giving you no other option but to share it with her after all. âWe had rented a hotel room for the night. The next morning, room service knocked on my door and Tony was nowhere to be found. The hotel bill had been paid already and there was a note and a check on the bedside table⊠for services rendered.â
The redhead scrunches up her nose in disgust. âSuch an asshole!â
You tell her to keep her voice down, holding a finger to your lips. âI called him for an explanation, demanding heâd talk to me face to face. So we met up at the same bar we first met.â
âLet me guess,â Natasha hijacks your clarification, âHe just used you for sex.â
Giving her a hard glare, you ignore her comment. âNo,â you reply harshly through gritted teeth, getting frustrated by Natâs tendency to jump the gun all too eagerly. âHe told me about his divorce and how he found out his now ex-wife had hired a girl, an escort to seduce him so she could divorce him on grounds of infidelity and ask for more money. He thought I was that girl. Later he found out that his wife only said that to anger him.â
âStill, what happened really hurt me and I didnât feel like continuing the relationship. But Tony wanted to give us another shot⊠He had already fallen for me and thought he could buy my love with expensive gifts and such. At first I let him because I really needed the money, and I still do.â
You look down at your feet, a guilty expression etching your face with the shame that bubbles up in your chest. âThatâs how we came to our present arrangementâŠâ
âYou have sex with him in exchange for money?â Natasha hits the nail right on its head.
You confirm with a slight nod of your head, accompanied by a heavy sigh. âTony⊠despite his flirtatious nature⊠I believe he really does love me.â
Your answer is met with a scoff. âLove? A guy like that doesnât know what love is.â
âI need the money, Nat.â You gently rest your hand on her shoulder. âI have student loans to pay off and medical bills andâŠâ
âYeah, yeah,â Natasha sighs, getting a little fed up by your need to clear your name. But as soon as you mention medical bills, youâve grasped her attention again. âMedical bills? I know about your student loans, but I thought your parents were helping you with those?â
Eying her awkwardly, you cough once to voice your uneasiness with the subject. Yet Natasha isnât one to let you get off the hook that easy. âCome on, Y/N. Youâve already told me this muchâŠâ
âI â I -,â you stutter in an attempt to find the courage to speak plainly. âI amâŠ,â you swallow thickly. âIâm sick, Nat. I have sickle cell disease.â
The redheads eyes soften at your words, her arms enveloping you in a comforting hug while she whispers soothing, sweet nothings in your ear. âI got it from my father,â you mumble into the fabric of her shirt. âAnd my kid will most likely get it, too.â
Coming face to face with your roommate again, she stares into your eyes with a puzzled expression, like she is debating something in the clever head of hers. Or plotting. You never know with Nat. âI wonât tell anyone, Y/N. I wonât do that to you.â
âThank, Nat. I appreciate it,â you exhale in relief.
âBut,â she continues and you dread whatâs coming next, âYou gotta stop seeing that guy. Iâm sure there are other ways to pay for your medical expenses. You donât need a sugar daddy. You donât need him.â
âNat,â you whine softly, distancing yourself from her. âI know. Just one more party on Friday and then Iâm done.â
âSounds like you have a busy weekend ahead,â Natasha comments dryly, clearly not amused. âYour trip home, the party, your dinner date with Steve. Yeah, I heard,â she adds matter-of-factly, marking the end of your conversation. âSharon has a very loud voice.â
Your friend reaches for the door knob to enter the apartment again and you follow right behind her. She goes straight back to the couch to finish up on her article and you head back to your room where Sharon is still waiting for you, bored out of her mind.
âWhat took  you so long!,â she practically yells at you, throwing her phone on the bed as dramatically as she can to make her point.
âIâm sorry. Just a guy from work handing over some paperwork. Heâs really chatty.â
Sharon doesnât question it any further and goes back to scrolling on her phone. You look over her shoulder and see sheâs checking out guys on Tinder again, but when you want to make a comment about it, she shuts you down at once.
âLook who we have here,â she coos as she shows you the picture on the screen of her phone. Itâs a pic of Steve and as she wiggles her eyebrows at you, she secretly swipes right.
âSteveâs on Tinder?,â you gasps as you open your closet, prompting a giggle from your friendâs lips. âHow scandalousâŠâ You go back to selecting a couple of clothes that youâre sure you want to take with you, too busy to notice her gloating when she finds out itâs a match, your attention focused on packing your suitcase.
Bucky waits for you at the train station, casually leaning against his car as he watches you get off the train and run towards him, right into his arms. âHi there, doll,â he greets you with that one pet name youâve always loved so much. Itâs a pleasure to hear your name roll off his tongue, but you canât resist the warm and fuzzy feeling that erupts in your tummy when he calls you doll.
Heâs just as you remember. That same brown hair brushing his shoulders ever so slightly, those same baby blues that can pierce your heart like an ice pick, and a mild scruff dusting his razor sharp jawline. âIâve missed you, Buck.â
âLikewise.â His breath fans your cheek as he presses a tender kiss to your skin, smelling like cookie dough and sugar, a dash of flour on his plaid shirt. âYou havenât changed a bit.â
The brunet picks up your luggage and puts it in the trunk of his car, opening the door to the passenger side for you. He rushes to the other side and slides into his car, revving the engine for added effect. Heâs still a bit of a show-off too, you see.
The car ride home is filled with light banter and a lot of catching up. Bucky tells you that his bakery has been getting a lot more attention, people coming from all around to taste his marvellous white chocolate cheesecake. You tell Bucky you finally managed to get a job in graphic design for a company that specialises in coming up with, creating and designing advertisements.
âSeems you made it big in the Big Apple,â he whistles lowly, impressed by your achievements.
âI can say the same for you, Buck. Why havenât you moved to a bigger city yet? Youâre so talented! And itâs a shame to deprive the world of your heavenly pastries!â
Buckyâs grip on the wheel tightens. âNah, Iâm good here. This is where I belong,â is his answer.
What follows is a short silence, your nerves tested by Buckyâs reluctance to start another conversation. You have no clue why this struck such a sensitive nerve, but you decide to drop it anyway. âSo⊠what kind of cake have you made for my mom?â
âRaspberry chocolate cake,â he chuckles softly. âShe didnât want anything with too much chocolate.â
You burst into a fit of hearty laughter, giggling at your motherâs ridiculous reasoning. âLet me guess, the raspberries make it healthy?â
He smirks and gazes over to you, promptly taking your hand in his and squeezing it affectionately. âGod, Iâve missed the sound of your laugh.â
You donât know how to react to his sudden touch, so you pull back your hand after a little hesitation. Bucky is surprised by your reaction and puts his hand back on the wheel, shifting gears when he reaches a red light and stops the motor.
âIâm sorry. Itâs justâŠâ
âItâs fine, Y/N,â he sighs as he leans the back of his head against the head rest.  âI shouldnât have⊠I guess some part of me still thinks weâre together.â
Turning your head to look outside, you focus your eyes on anything but the man sitting next to you, deflecting his words and banning all memories from your mind. âI need you to drive me back Thursday evening, not Friday morning. Itâs okay if you canât, Iâll just take the train back again.â
âNo,â he quickly replies, âIâll drive you back. Why you need to be back in New York so soon?â
You shrug, humming quietly as you see your parentsâ house pop up in the distance. âA boring office party. I have to go because Iâm up for promotion and I wanna make a good impression.â
Parking the car outside the house, Bucky takes a couple more minutes to just look at you, cupping your cheek so youâre looking back at him, too. You donât say anything, your lips donât move and your mind stop reeling for just those few seconds. But it feels like an eternity, an eternity of Bucky.
âI promised myself I wouldnât fall in love with you again,â Bucky whispers eventually, smiling sadly at the girl in front of him. âBut I guess I never fell out of love with you in the first place.â
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Pairing: Baker!Bucky x reader
Warnings: After a lot of angst in part 3, there is a tiny bit of fluff and hope in part 4. So donât despair just yet, but donât get your hopes up too much either.
Word count: 2k
Summary: Bucky is a baker in Y/Nâs hometown and with her motherâs birthday right around the corner, heâs excited to see her again. Y/N however doesnât plan on staying for too long and aims to return to the city life, a dirty little secret getting in the way of her love life.
A/N: My prompt was âcottageâ. This fic is written for @soldatbarnes her writing challenge. If you want on the tag list, please send me an ask! I canât keep track of all the comments.
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After dinner you rushed up to your room to switch shoes, trading in your comfy sneakers for high heels. Whilst searching your luggage for the heels you took out earlier, you realise you mustâve left them downstairs in the living room before heading towards Bucky. So you take two steps at a time and hurry downstairs again, finding your brother Wade perched on the couch, his feet up on the table and your high heels in his lap as he plays one of his old video games while he waits for the guests to arrive.
âLooking for these, baby sis?,â he chuckles as he holds up your heels. âHow high are these anyway? Wonât you break your ankles or something when you fall on your face?â
Shoving his shoulder and taking back your heels, you sit cross-legged next to him on the couch after kicking off your sneakers, dirty from the muddy road to the cottage. âTheyâre only seven inches and they were a gift from a⊠euhm⊠a friend. Theyâve got this rule⊠nothing under seven inches. Most of my heels are like ten or somethingâŠâ
Wade rolls his eyes at the word âfriendâ and sticks his tongue out at you. âFriend? My dick! This shit is expensive, Y/N. Itâs got red soles, sis. No way one of your friends could ever afford Louboutins.â
He hands you the second controls and invites you to play with him, giving you a nice way out to avoid the topic any further. But as soon as he beats you for the third time in a row, he notices your mind isnât really focused on the present and shuts off the television.
âAlright, baby sis, tell me, why do you suddenly have a huge stick up your ass? The girl that I grew up knowing would never risk her life wearing these monsters.â
You gaze at your big brother with big doe eyes, that innocent pitch to your tone worked wonders for you back when you were kids. âTheyâre for work. And itâs true, a friend gave them to me.â
But Wade doesnât fall for your act and crosses his arms over his chest, sticking his tongue out at you. âNah, you canât fool me, Y/N. Unless you won the jackpot with the lottery or you have some filthy rich guy on the side.â
Wetting your lips as to delay your answer, Wade realises heâs right. âHoly shit, Y/N. Itâs true, isnât it?,â he laughs in surprise. âMy baby sis is now a sugar baby.â
Youâre too embarrassed to say anything and avert your eyes, looking like a prissy little kid that didnât get the Christmas present they wanted. âDonât look like youâve just eaten a lemon, Y/N,â Wade reason with you, the joke ever present in his voice. âWhen life hands you lemonsâŠâ
âYou squeeze âem,â you finish the sentence first, a small smile breaking your sour expression.
âThatâs right! You squeeze âem!â Wade claps his hands and wraps an arm around your shoulder, holding you against him. âNow, tell me, how did you manage to squeeze that sugar daddy of yours, hm? I promise I wonât judge. Iâm the last person in this house to judge.â
Youâve always felt like you could trust your brother with anything and everything. Your mother would never understand what you were going through, all of her empathy poured into her fictional characters. Your father on the other hand was a good listener, but rarely around. Peggy was always busy with her extracurricular activities, so that left your big brother Wade to cheer you up when you were feeling down. He was your confidant, and still is.
So you confide in him about Tony, about Sharon and how she introduced you to Steve, and finally about your conversation with Bucky. Wade sometimes makes a little, funny comment to lighten the mood but never interrupts you, not even when you start to cry again.
âI thought you guys broke up after high school?,â he eventually whispers softly into your hair. âOr did I miss something?â
âWe didnât really break up, WadeâŠ,â you stutter in between the tears. âWe said goodbye and broke up, but we never really broke with each other. And I think that this time, we did.â
âOh, Y/N,â Wade shushes, his usual sarcastic tongue tied by the overwhelming pain you must be feeling. âYou clearly donât know, do you?â
Batting your eyelashes, heavy with droplets, you free your blurry vision and gaze at your brother, a question on the tip of your tongue. âDonât know what?â
âThe problem is not that Bucky doesnât want to move to a big city or that you donât want to stay in a small one. The problem is that you think thereâs no way you can work it out. But Y/N, thereâs always a solution, even if you donât see it. Like⊠I didnât believe I could give such good advice, but clearly I can.â
âFuck you, Wade,â you chuckle quietly. âI love you, but fuck you.â
A hearty laugh rumbles through his chest and shakes up your nerves. âI deserve that. I wasnât there for you. But Iâm here for you now and Iâm going to help you in any way I can. Starting with Buck.â
Wade scoops you up in his arms and once heâs on his feet, throws you over his shoulder, your protesting cries resonating through the entire house. Luckily the rest of the family is serving drinks on the terrace out back, so they donât hear the profanities you direct towards your older brother.
âBucky is finishing up on momâs cake at the cottage. Iâm carrying you there personally.â When you keep screaming at the top of your lungs, he halts in the middle of the hallway and slaps your ass. âY/N, Iâm doing you a favour.â And with those final words, he takes you back to the cottage, eventually shutting you up.
Bucky has just added the finishing touches to the decorations to your momâs raspberry chocolate birthday cake, like Wade predicted, when he heard some kind of argument going on outside. Peering out of his window, he sees Wade hoisting you up in the air by means of teasing you before setting you back down.
âWhatâs going on?,â he queries as he dusts off his hands on his apron as you eye your brother with an angry gaze.
Wade just straightens his back and answers straight to the point. âY/N loves you. You love Y/N. Iâm taking the cake back to mom while you get dead honest with each other.â
Your brother points to you first, his eyes telling you he means serious business. âYouâre gonna tell him everything. And then youâre going to find a solution that fits you both.â Then he directs his finger to Bucky. âAnd you,â he begins with a sigh. âYouâre gonna listen and shut up until she tells you to talk. Youâre not gonna argue, youâre just gonna listen. And then youâre going to kiss and make up.â
Wadeâs statement leaves no room for interpretation and with one nod of his head in your direction, he leaves you in the lionâs den. Bucky is nailed to the ground in astonishment, not intimidated by your brother but by his words and he knows Wadeâs only doing this with the best of intentions.
So after a short while, Bucky proposes something new. âHow about we bake a cake together?â
With ardent eyes you scan him, searching for signs of mockery or malicious intent. But Bucky is just Bucky, in all his innocence and his boyishness. He doesnât want to make you feel even worse than you already do, he only wants to bake a cake with you to clear the air and just talk.
âO-Okay,â you stutter after youâve assessed the potential heartbreak that could come from this situation. Yet Bucky means no harm, and with a soft smile playing on his lips he gathers all the ingredients he has left in his kitchen.
Taking out some milk and honey, Buckyâs hip subtly bumps into yours as you both reach for the spatula. âSorry!,â you whispers in a hushes tone as Bucky takes a few steps back, careful not to break the proverbial glass cage surrounding you, distancing you from him.
âWhat are we making?,â you ask gingerly while Bucky starts to add eggs to the mixture.
âWhite chocolate honeycomb mud cake,â Bucky smiles as his eyes light up like a Christmas tree. I still have a lot of chocolate left and your dad brought me a jar of honey last week from your auntâs bee hives. But since I donât really eat honeyâŠâ
Humming while you pour the honey bit by bit, your fingertips caresses Buckyâs hand while he stirs the batter of the cake. âI love honey, itâs so sweet. I could finish that jar all by myself in just one day.â
âYouâve always had a big sweet tooth, Y/N. I recall a time when I had added too much sweetener to the carrot cake Iâd made for the town fair. Because everybody wanted to be polite, they finished their piece but they never came back for a second one. So I had made all this cake and people only ate one fourth of it. But then you walked by and decided you wanted to taste for yourself if it was as horribly sweet as people said it was.â
âAnd I ended up eating half of what was left because I loved it so much,â you laugh happily in remembrance. âFall came early that year and Peggy had decided to pay us a visit. Wade had just left for Los Angeles and she noticed how much I was hurting, so she dragged me to the town fair. She made me try everything, from the disgusting vegan cookies that wannabe cheerleader Maria made to that old ladyâs chicken broth. But then I tried your carrot cake and just knew that this was the best thing Iâd ever eat in my entire life.â
âYou still remember that day? It was long before Sharon introduced us.â
In all the giddiness that the memory inspires in you, the filter keeping your thoughts at bay slowly dissipates while youâre reminiscing. âOf course I still remember that day,â you confirm with a hearty chuckle, âI couldnât keep my eyes off the handsome brunet near the willow tree with his carrot cake and his adorable puppy dog eyes.â
Itâs as if Buckyâs heart is being ripped from his chest. All this time, youâve been dancing around each other, both afraid to make a move. But not anymore, even though your words still resonate harshly in his heart, he has to kiss you. He has to make sure he kisses you now or all will be lost. Heâs still got a shot, he knows it and wants to seize it before your self-destructive and overly protective nature bombards the entire thing.
He drops the spatula and takes the spoon of honey from you, cupping your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours in adamant desire. Yet Bucky doesnât kiss you with lust or passion, rather with moderation and above all, adoration. And the moment your lips lock, he starts to overflow your system, pushing just the right buttons to make you yield.
Nonetheless, the kiss is different from before in various ways. A kiss from teenage Bucky is cautious and clumsy yet feverish and keen for your touch. But a kiss from adult Bucky is confident and calm yet soft and sweet. His eyes bore into yours with a loving intensity when your lips part. âI love you,â are the only three words he leaves hovering over you like the sword of Damocles. âAnd I know you love me, too.â
âWade is right, we have to talk. So let me tell you whatâs going to happen,â he continues after another longing kiss. âWeâre going to put this cake in the oven and then weâre going to kiss some more and make up.â
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Pairing: Baker!Bucky x reader
Warnings: Aaaaaaaaangst
Word count: 3k
Summary: Bucky is a baker in Y/Nâs hometown and with her motherâs birthday right around the corner, heâs excited to see her again. Y/N however doesnât plan on staying for too long and aims to return to the city life, a dirty little secret getting in the way of her love life.
A/N: My prompt was âcottageâ. This fic is written for @soldatbarnes her writing challenge. If you want on the tag list, please send me an ask! I canât keep track of all the comments.
Series masterlist can be found here
Parking the car outside the house, Bucky takes a couple more minutes to just look at you, cupping your cheek so youâre looking back at him, too. You donât say anything, your lips donât move and your mind stop reeling for just those few seconds. But it feels like an eternity, an eternity of Bucky.
âI promised myself I wouldnât fall in love with you again,â Bucky whispers eventually, smiling sadly at the girl in front of him. âBut I guess I never fell out of love with you in the first place.â
You wouldâve slapped Bucky right there and then if your mother hadnât rushed out of the house to welcome you back. You wanted to scream at him for dropping such a bomb of emotions on you. Itâs okay for him to still have feelings for you, but you can see it in his eyes that everything you say and do gives him more hope that one day youâll reconcile and get back together. And frankly, you donât think that day will ever come, the struggle still too great.
Turning your body away from Bucky, ready to albeit jump out of the car as anger rolls off you in thick waves, you address him very coldly as to not get his hopes up even more. âBucky⊠we have to talk. I â I canât do this now, so Iâll come by the cottage before dinner, okay? Mom said she wanted to have a quiet family dinner before the first guests show up for dessert. We can walk back to the house together.â
Thereâs still a certain softness to your tone, because heâs still âyourâ Bucky. And he knows that he mightâve overstepped by confessing his love for you, but heâs just not ready to let you go. So he nods softly, his lips forming a small, tentative smile. âOkayâŠâ
âYouâre part of the family after all, Buck,â you whisper kindly as you move out of the car, âAlways have been, always will be.â
The reunion with your mother is nothing short of bittersweet. She immediately pushes you to invite Bucky in, the sparkle in her eyes betraying her true intentions. When you tell her off by saying Buckyâs got some things to take care of first, her voice drops an octave as she rushes you to your old room, informing you that she hasnât changed a thing about it.
And sure enough, your wall is still fully occupied by pictures of you and Sharon, you and some other friends, and of course you and Bucky. You also notice that your dadâs old vinyl collection has found its way to the back of your room as well, next to the speakers you used on a daily basis to drown out the worries and the darker moments.
Your mother eventually leaves you to settle down, after explaining to you how she finally managed to convince your father to wear a tie for dinner. Nostalgia then overwhelms you as you open up your suitcase and take out the dress youâve bought just for this occasion. Itâs a pretty modest dress but it also matches the colour of your motherâs eyes.
With the volume on max, you dance across your room and shake your curves to some of the songs you used to worship in high school. As youâre finishing up on your plum lipstick, âTeenage Dirtbagâ is blasting through the speakers, a familiar dark-haired woman makes an appearance at your bedroom door. Gracefully she leans against the frame of the door, watching you with a playful smile tugging the corners of her lips upwards.
âPEGGY!,â you exclaim at the top of your lungs as you rush towards your sister to give hear a big bear hug. The brunet laughs heartily at her little sisterâs enthusiasm and pecks your temple tenderly. âI didnât know you were going to make it! London is such a long way.â
She shakes her head, giving you a little squeeze before taking  your hand in hers and sitting you both down on the bed. âIâm so happy to see you again, Y/N. I was hoping we could talk and catch up a bit before we head down for dinner.â
Biting your lower lip, you eye her apologetically. âI promise to go get Bucky before dinner. Iâm sorry but we can always talk after?â
âBucky, hm? Are you two warming up again?,â Peggy asks, glowing with happiness at the thought of a possible reunion.
But her glee is short-lived when you look away. âWe just need to talk a couple things out, thatâs all. We are not getting back together.â
Peggy hears the sheer determination in your voice and decides to drop the subject, instead shifting to another, important topic she wanted to cover with you before dinner. âY/N, has dad talked to you already? About the house?â
You lock eyes gain, giving her a puzzled look. âNo. Whatâs wrong with the house?â
Your big sister takes her time explaining the dilemma thatâs been keeping your parents busy these past few months. âThis house used to support two adults and three kids. But ever since we you, Wade and I moved out, this house is just too big for just mom and dad. So theyâve been thinking of putting it on the marketâŠâ
âBut -,â you start but Peggy is quicker and places a tender hand on your knee.
âTheyâve already got their eyes on a cottage like Buckyâs. Which also brings the question⊠Does Bucky wanna stay in the cottage? If so, mom and dad are willing to sell it to him for a soft priceâŠâ Her perfect red mouth forms a sad smile. âAfter all, heâs part of the family, too.â
âIâll ask him what he wants to do,â you reply as you blink your eyes in surprise. âWhere are mom and dad going to move to, Peggy?â
âWashington,â she answers after a heartbeat of silence. âWith me in London, Wade in LA and you in New York,⊠There isnât much left to keep them here⊠And lots of dadâs friends like Fury and Coulson live in Washington as well.â
Opening and closing your mouth again, you decide against reasoning with Peggy. You understand that this decision has been a long time coming. Nevertheless, it hurts to part ways with the house thatâs been such a warm home and shelter to you for all these years. Your sister knows this and leaves you to collect your thoughts, caressing your cheek shortly before exiting your room.
Thereâs a single tear trickling down your face when you get up and grab your phone, sending a quick text to Bucky to let him know youâre coming. Putting on your sneakers and saving your high heels for when you come back, you step out of the door and head down the back towards Buckyâs cottage.
Itâs been his place ever since his father kicked him out at 17 and you asked your parents if your brand new boyfriend could crash there for a couple days. Your parents didnât use the cottage anyway, unless for storage, and agreed after you promised to pass your exams with honours. But those couple days turned into weeks and into months, until you and Bucky has been going steady for a year and the cottage became his permanent residence.
Buckyâs waiting for you on the porch, his arms crossed over his chest so his dress shirt seems a litter tighter. Heâs flipping his phone between his fingers and cards a hand through his hair, unaware of your presence until youâre standing right in front of him.
âHi, Buck,â you greet him softly, resting your hand on his to shake him from his thoughts and prompt him to look up at you with those ruthless baby blues. They still rip your heart apart after all these years, their Icelandic beauty as cold as a freezer yet as warm as a ray of sunshine when they fall on you.
âY/N,â he chuckles, straightening his back and shoving his phone in his back pocket before hugging you. The gesture catches you off guard, and you awkwardly just stand there while Buckyâs arm wrap around you like a golden cage.
Soon he notices your discomfort and quickly takes a step back, leaning against the wooden frame of the cottage. âSorry,â he apologises quickly, eyes cast towards the ground. âCouldnât help it.â
âWe need to talk, Bucky,â you say as you nudge his shoe with the tip of your sneakers and he shoots you a small smile as he notices youâre wearing trainers under your fancy dress.
âIâve never seen you in a dress that colour,â he comments on your outfit.
You roll your eyes at his compliment. Buckyâs never seen you in a dress like this before, apart from your prom dress and the sundresses youâd wear when you were spending your summer afternoons at the lake. Not even on your first date, when you shared milkshake after milkshake at the local diner, you wore skinny jeans and a nice sweater.
The only time you do wear a dress is when Tony asks you to. Fortunately, Bucky isnât around to see Tony parade around with you on his arm, clad in an expensive gown he purchased for you. âItâs a special occasion,â you shrug when your hands smooth over the velvety dress. âYou wanna tag along?â
Bucky follows suit as you retrace your steps back to the house, both of you waiting for the other to speak first. You send him a couple sideway glances and he clears his throat. âY/N⊠About what I said in the car...â
You stop in your tracks, gazing up at him with woeful eyes. âBucky? You know why I left, donât you?â The brunet remains basking in the silent light of the late afternoon, searching for something that isnât there anymore. âIt wasnât because I didnât love you. A part of me will always love you.â
âThen why did you break up with me?,â he questions carefully, hoping still.
âI â I broke up with you because we had different dreams. All you ever wanted is a wife, kids and a bakery. And thereâs nothing wrong with that, but Iâve always felt like thereâs something more, like there can be something more out there for me. I grew up here and I loved it here, until I came to a point where Iâd seen it all. I wanted to explore, I wanted to see where life outside of this town would take me. I wanted toâŠâ
âFind yourself?,â Bucky finishes your sentence with a scoff, thinking back to the day you said your goodbyes. âBecause Iâve heard that bullshit before. Youâve told me that lie before.â
âItâs not bullshit, Buck, and neither is it a lie,â you defend yourself, pulling up those walls you have been trying to break down for so long. âI regret leaving you, I regret breaking your heart. Believe me, I regret that youâre not a constant figure in my life anymore. But I wouldâve regretted it more if I had stayed, if I had stayed here, forever wondering what couldâve beenâŠâ
âY/N, I wouldâve followed you anywhere! I wouldâve waited for you! But instead you just dumped me like a piece of garbage. You didnât even tell me you were leaving until an hour before the last train!â
His voice grows softer, as do his eyes as he grabs your hands in his and squeezes them gently. âYou complete me, Y/N. I will never want nor love anyone else but you. You complete me, so wh1y canât I complete you? Just tell me what I have to do to complete you.â
Tearing your hands away from his, you just stand there, seething and confused. âI donât need anyone to complete me, I donât need a guy to complete me. I needed to complete myself first before I could even think about settling down and having kids and doing all those things you were talking about. I just wasnât ready. I needed to love and complete myself first.â
You can tell how much it pains Bucky to be completely honest with him, his shoulders slumped as his face falls in a morose expression. âI will never forgive you,â he mumbles under his breath, shying away from your penitent gaze.
His voice is steadier when he speaks to you directly, eyes stern and challenging. âI forgave you for leaving, because I love you. But I will never forgive you for this, because now I justâŠâ A shuddering sigh falls past Buckyâs lips and you know itâs over. âNow you just mean nothing to me, like I seem to mean nothing to you.â
Wanting to refute his words, you cast aside the longing to run away and make a bold move instead, crossing Buckyâs path as he moves away from you and pushing hard against his chest. âDonât you get it?!â, you scream at him with all that you have in you, not even caring if they hear you from miles away.
âI was suffocating, long before I fell in love with you!â Another shove to his torso and Bucky bounces back on the heels of his feet, astonished by the power you set behind your movements, noticing the tears streaming down your face.
âI was miserable. My brother and sister were out there living their own lives and I didnât have anybody. Dad was a workaholic and my mother only had attention for me when she wasnât writing on her next novel. I was fucking miserable and when I told Sharon about it, all she could say was that sheâll hook me up with some nice guy that would take my mind off things straightaway.â
Furiously you wipe away the wetness gathering in your eyes. âSheâs a good friend but she didnât understand. Even though I had friends, I felt so alone. And then Sharon introduced me to you and it seemed as if there was a silver lining for me after all.â
Buckyâs ears donât know how to handle your confession. He didnât know you were feeling this way, he didnât know how deep the roots of your pain went. âIâm so sorry, Y/N. But if you just wouldâve told me, I couldâve -â he whispers sadly, your hands moving of their own volition and striking him with your palm right in the face.
âDonât feel sorry for me,â you cry out, sobbing loudly and aching for the relief of his warmth and comfort. âThere is absolutely nothing you couldâve done! I messed things up! I needed to get out, I just needed to get outâŠâ
Heâs slightly taken aback by your sudden outburst, his cheek burning in the aftermath. But he doesnât let this bring him off balance, yet he throws his arms around you and cradles your face on his chest. âI wanna go back to New York,â you sob eventually, looking up at him with teary eyes. âBut I donât want to spoil momâs birthday party.â
Tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, he smiles down at you. âI know. I know, Y/N. Iâll take you back first thing tomorrow morning, okay?â
You agree and stay enveloped in Buckyâs arms for a minute longer, until you can hear the happy cries of your parents when your brother Wade arrives. Slowly detangling yourself from Bucky, you press a tentative yet tender kiss to his cheek, apologising profusely. He of course says itâs nothing to worry about.
Before you go back inside, he laces one arm around your waist again to make sure youâre not bolting again. Holding you securely tucked into his side, you walk up together down the road and to the front where Wade, Peggy and your parents are waiting for you.
âI didnât mean it,â Bucky whispers as he pecks the crown of your hair. âI still love you. You still mean the world to me. But now I understand that I have to let you go.â
A part of you is glad that Bucky didnât cast you aside like he said he would, but another part of you feels a pang of guilt. It erupts in your chest like a bomb and it makes you feel like a wounded soldier, shell shocked and ready to accept their untimely fate. You didnât know it would feel this way, you didnât know that it would feel so ambiguous. You didnât know that Bucky would still have such an effect on you.
âThere she is,â your brother Wade exclaims as he launches himself at you, albeit tearing you away from Bucky and twirling you around in his arms. âMy baby sister!â
The whole family bursts into hearty laughter and somewhere you find it in yourself to share in their laughter. Nevertheless, as your eyes lock with Buckyâs again, thereâs a tension between you two thatâs holding you back. And not just holding you back from going forward with your plan and rushing back to New York, where Tony is waiting for his princess to spoil rotten. But also holding you back from closing this chapter in your life completely.
Wade lets you ride on his back for old timesâ sake and when everybody has found their designated seat at the table, yours next to Bucky as per your motherâs request, your father gives a heartfelt toast. Nobody seems to question your tears, deeming them as happy tears, as your mother and sister are moved by your fatherâs beautiful words as well.
But youâre not crying because of your fatherâs ode to your mother. Youâre not crying because itâs your motherâs birthday and everybody made it back home. No, youâre crying because this will be the last time, the last time youâll get the share a meal together with your family and Bucky. Youâre crying because youâre now definitely breaking with the past and it isnât a clean break like youâd aspired.
And even though Bucky is putting up a strong front and a straight face, too, he is slowly accepting that heâs better off without you, that he can now move on with his life. Itâs a thought that over time will fill him with joy, or so you hope. You hope that every single soul at this table will find happiness in their hearts. You hope that everybody is happy.
Everybody is happy, yet youâre not.
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