Summary: Y/N is in a rough spotā¦ to say the least. Her boyfriend cheated, her best friend is dead to her, and now sheās out on her ass with nowhere to go. Her buddy Steve has offered her a spot on their couch until she gets back on her feet. But with his two roommates added to the mixā¦ who knows whatāll happen?
Summary: Y/N is in a rough spotā¦ to say the least. Her boyfriend cheated, her best friend is dead to her, and now sheās out on her ass with nowhere to go. Her buddy Steve has offered her a spot on their couch until she gets back on her feet. But with his two roommates added to the mixā¦ who knows whatāll happen?
Fics for Marvelās finest, but especially one long-haired super soldier with chronic emotional damage.
Mostly Bucky Barnes.
A little angst.
A lot of little filth.
A lot of yearning.
Series/Multi-parters
One of the Guys
Y/N is forced to move out of her apartment after a clear and utter betrayal. Her buddy Steve has offered to let her stay with himā¦ and his 2 chaotic roommates
A Stitch in Time
Bucky is filled with nostalgia and sorrow as he lives in the modern world without his childhood friend, Y/N. As he tries to navigate without her, fate has other plans.
Blunt
Bucky is infatuated with his coworker, and Tonyās right hand, Y/N. Heās tried everything to get her attention, to no avail. Could a change in strategy help?
Best Friendās Brother
Y/N goes away from Spring Break with her best friend Rebecca Barnes. Sheās looking forward to relaxing, but with her brother and his crazy friends joining? Who knows what might happen.
A Favour
The team discovers a fascinating secret about Y/N, and with everyone lining up for her attention she doesnāt know what to do. She turns to her best friend Bucky with a simple requestā¦
Rumours
A small and unfortunate miscommunication churns rumours about partners Y/N and Bucky. They try to dismiss them, but is there really no foundation for them?
Just Across the Hall
Y/N loathes her next door neighbor Bucky, no matter what Wanda says. That is until she sees another side of himā¦
Iām a Mess
Bucky is back from his mission with Sam, but after being gone so long heās surprised to see that Y/N had moved onā¦
One Shots
Pin It
Y/N and Barnes engage in a friendly combat competition, but things get a little more than friendly.
Loud Thoughts
Wanda uses her powers at Steveās request, but trying not to read Barnesā thoughts about Y/N proves to be more difficult than she anticipated.
You Up?
Bucky navigates modern technology, and the courting techniques that come with itā¦
Scars
When Y/N finds herself hurt and vulnerable, the last person she wants to see is Bucky Barnes.
Impulsive
One casual night turns into something more. (Gender Neutral)
Sanctuary
While Bucky is hiding out from the world with Clintās family, he finds himself attracted to Lauraās close friend.
White Wine
Y/N soothes herself after her break up with a bottle of wine, and her best friend Bucky.
Flight Risk
Bucky helps Y/N get control of her powers.
She Just Knows
Perceptive and all knowing Y/N finally gets under Barnesā skin.
Soft Strokes
Y/Nās day-off activities are interrupted by a mission.
Late
Bucky and Y/N stay up for long hours into the night.
Coffee
Y/N is protective over Buckyās things.
The Proximity Effect
Bucky tries to rationalize his feelings for Y/N.
Makeup
Bucky and Y/N get silly with her make up.
Full Boyle
A silly sitcom hits Y/N hard, and her emotions are on full display.
Punching Bag
Bucky and Y/N loathe each other, but as partners, they have to work something out before they get killed.
Say It
Bucky is sick of Y/Nās smart mouth and attitude
Petty
Young SHIELD trainee Y/N loses her cool, and has to double down on her bold actions.
Theyāre Playing Our Song
Bucky teaches Y/N to dance.
Blue Christmas
Bucky feels sorry for the new girl during the holidays.
Summary: Bucky is unravelling, doing everything in his power to keep himself is check. Even the smallest things set him off, like his laundry going missing...
Warnings: swearing, sexual themes and depictions, kinda voyeur? but not really?, sexual fantasy.
Word count: 1.8k
Series Masterlist
Previous episode
āFuck, where is it?ā
Bucky dug through his ginormous piles of laundry both dirty and clean, which he had refused to sort and was now regretting immensely because he couldnāt find the one shirt he wanted.
He didnāt know much about fashion, but a vintage and distressed rock tee went perfectly for a first date at a rock concert in the park.
That much he knew.
He just wanted to make a good impression; and actually follow through with a girl this time.
Heād been trying, really trying to getā¦ a certain someone out of his head.
He was dragging the boys out with him constantly, or using dating apps as a crutch when he found himself without his wingmen.
Heād meet a girl, theyād talk, sheād laugh, heād ask if she wanted to get out of whatever shithole bar they were inā¦
And it would work, until it didnāt.
Heād be kissing a girl in her foyer, or sat between her thighs and giving her his full attention.
He was excited, eager, all consumed.
And then sheād moan his name.
Suddenly he was transported to that night where he stood in Y/Nās doorway, remembering how her eyes fluttered and her lip fell.
That blue light showing less than what the women he took home did, but somehow giving him more want.
Buckyā¦
And then he couldnāt close.
So maybe, just maybe, going on an actual date with a girl would mend this broken loop of memory where all he could think about while going down on some chick was his own roommate.
Continuing his digging, he found his glorious shirt crumpled and hidden behind his door.
āI swore I just washed this.ā He muttered aloud.
Or did he?
He sniffed the fabric, the unmistakable scent of vanilla lingering.
āSAM!ā He yelled, barreling out of his room.
Sam stood at the oven, pulling out the most perfect cinnamon rolls and nearly dropping them at the sudden yelling.
Steveās brows rose at the call, a smirk forming.
āWhat did you do?ā He teased.
Sam rolled his eyes, āHell if I know--ā
Bucky trudged to the counter, waving the t-shirt in front of the two men.
Ā āStop stealing my shit, Wilson.ā
Sam groaned as he drizzled the icing over the fresh rolls, āIāM NOT! God, how many times are we gonna do this?ā
Buckyās teeth gritted, āAs many times as it takes to get through your head. YOU WEAR THEM WHEN YOU BAKE, THEY SMELL LIKE COOKIES!ā
The tray clambered against the stove top, nearly making Steve jump out of his stool.Ā
āI DONāT WEAR YOUR SHIT SHIRTS MAN! I like shit thatās actually new, not from your Dadās beat-up college boxes.ā
Bucky scoffed, still enraged as now he was definitely going to be late.
āYOUāRE JUST JEALOUS THAT THEYāRE VINTAGE!ā He yelled over his shoulder.
Sam leaned over the island, āASSHOLE!ā He yelled.
āPRISS!ā
The insult was hurled with a door slam, and the shaking of furniture.
āJesus,ā Y/N said, āWhat crawled up his ass and died?ā
She slowly rounded the corner, deciding it was best to be out of Buckyās raging war path.
āWho knows at this point.ā Steve chided.
Bucky had gone from jumpy to angry within weeks.
Though one could describe Buckyās common demeanor as āgrumpyā, it seemed he was taking it to a whole new level these days.
Fighting over t-shirts, trudging off to his room, going out every other night and waking up both hungover andā¦ on edge, was the only word he could use to describe it.
Steve figured with how much the guy was getting laid, he would lighten up.
But each night he left with a new face, he almost seemed to come back worse.
Y/N reached behind Sam to steal the bottle of vanilla extract from the counter, dosing a few drops on her wrist then rubbing the excess on her neck.
Sam couldnāt refrain from questioning, āWhat are you doing?ā
She shrugged, āWhat? Itās cheaper than perfume, smells just as good.ā
When Samās pointed look didnāt fade, she caved. āIn other words, Iām out of perfume and broke.ā
The two laughed as she rolled her eyes, āShut up, I read it in a book once and it works.ā
Sam hummed in pity, āAre we still on for the meet and greet?ā
She smiled. āHell yeah. Let me make a coffee then weāll head.ā
As she turned to the coffee maker, Steveās head tilted.
Adorning her frame was a worn-out foo-fighters t-shirt. Very similar to the Scorpions one Bucky had just walked out in--
āWaitā¦ā His shoulders rose, āis that Buckās shirt?ā
Sam looked to get a better look, his eyes only growing wide.
āOhā¦ yeah. Please donāt tell him.ā
āDonāt tell him?! He nearly just ripped me a new one, thinking I was stealing his stuff!ā
Steve put his head in his hands, he did not need Bucky any more mad than he already was.
āY/N,ā his hands rose in desperation, āwhy?ā
āLook at them!ā she grabbed the front graphic, āTheyāre vintage animal freakinā magnetism dude, I canāt find any good ones like these.ā
But they weren't hers. Yeah, sharing coffee is one thing. But clothes?
Bucky could clearly not handle that.
āThis is weird. This is weird and I do not approve.ā Sam stated.
āYou don't have to approve!ā she grabbed his hand, her coffee in the other while dragging him out of their apartment. āYou both just have to keep quiet until I chuck it in his room at the end of the day.ā
āY/N--ā Steve started to warn, in that āall-knowingā fatherly tone.
āLove you Steve, youāre the best!ā She called out, slamming the door behind her much like the brooding man had before.
Steveās head fell into his hands again.
Dear godā¦ this was going to be a blood-bath, wasnāt it?
~
Couldnāt close.
Couldnāt. Fucking. Close.
God, was he ever going to get out of this slump?
Bucky slumbered up the stairs, exhausted and disappointed as ever.
The girl was beautiful. Funny. Had an amazing taste in music.
And went so far as kissing him in the crowd, telling him this concert blows, and they should go to her place for a real good time.
But with her hands wrapped around his neck, his around her waist, his mind betrayed him.
Thinking back to the closet, thinking back to the kitchen, thinking so far back to when Y/N first entered their apartment and stripped in front of him in the laundry room.
You donāt mind a bit of mine with yours, right?
Then the thought of touching the girl in front of him seemed all too overwhelming.
A scent he didnā t recognize, a gaze that wasnāt familiar, a smile that didnāt warm his chest the way she did.
He made his conclusion at the front door; it wasnāt even about sex, or desire, or proximity anymore.
The reality was; he wouldāve had a better time doing anything else with Y/N than he would being intimate with someone new.
He had fallen for her. Suddenly and harshly, to the point where it was contaminating every interaction he had with a potential partner.
He had women begging him to take them home, and all he could picture was his friend half naked in front of a washing machine.
His key twisted in the lock, the door slowly opened. He entered and tossed his jacket on the hook like he had so many times before.
Then he turned and saw her. Curled up on the couch, asleep, in one of his best--no, no-- his favorite t-shirt.
The light of the TV strobed across her face, adjusting against the cushions while softly snoring.
As she moved, the t-shirt rode up above her stomach, edging against her rib cage.
Buckyās mouth went dry.
The balled up clothing, the lingering scent of vanilla, it made sense! She was stealing his shirts.
So why didnāt it bother him the way it did when he thought it was Sam?
Why did a girl in a sexy-form fitted top and low riding leather pants pale in comparison to the woman in front of him, who more than likely had covered his crappy old shirt in crumbs and vanilla?
This was doing nothing to curb his stupid delusions, or newfound epiphany that he was utterly head over heels for her.
He shook his head, nearly laughing at himself.
There was no point in pretending anymore that he didnāt feel the way he did.
The least he could do was accept it; and move forward.
He had feelings for Y/N.
He could keep that inside, but he couldnāt lie to himself anymore.
He sauntered forward, slowly reaching for the remote and turning off the TV.
She curled further into the couch, and Bucky gently covered her with the blanket at her feet.
Tucking her in, and admiring the way her hair fell across the pillow, he whispered to himself; āYou drive me crazy.ā
She remained asleep, as Bucky quietly made his way to his own room.
~
Y/N decided she was never, ever falling asleep on that couch again.
Even if it had been the consequence of bingeing Bridgerton, the back pain was so not worth it.
She had been spoiled by her loft bed, and was hereby never returning to it ever again.
She groaned loudly, and dramatically at the island,in between bites of Samās day-old pastry.
āUghh,ā She wailed again.
Sam leaned against the counter. āStop. Whining. Take a hot shower and an advil like a normal person.ā
āNo,ā she muttered, face against the cool stone, āThen the couch wins.ā
Sam shook his head, āYouāre a ridiculous person.ā
She was suddenly met with an object hitting her face, only adding to her pain.
āHey! What the--ā She looked up to see Bucky beginning his rounds in the kitchen.
He side-eyed her, while making his coffee.
āWhat gives Barnes? Who throws a--ā
But she stopped once she realized what was now balled up in her hands.
A RUSH t-shirt, soft and worn with the graphic starting to peel.
She winced, scared to meet his eye.
āBucky Iām so sorry, I know I shouldnāt have taken itāā
āWhatever.ā He shrugged, eyes focused on the mug in front of him. āI never wear that one, you can keep it but stop stealing the others.ā
Samās jaw fell to the floor. āARE YOU SERIOUS? THATāS IT?ā
He threw down his spatula, pointing a finger in Buckyās face, āYOU NEARLY CHEWED MY HEAD OFF!ā
The two started their screaming match, Y/N winced in her seat, whilst Steve stood frozen in the hallway.
Oh my god, he thought, oh my god.
He figured it out.
The moodiness, the new hookups, his rushing out of the main living areas, the loft bed, the exhibit, the goddamn t-shirt.
It all made sense; everything finally came to one point.
Steve wasnāt sure who he was more in awe of; Bucky for acting this way, or himself for not figuring it out earlier.
Steve leaned against the wall in silent realization; Bucky was in love with Y/N.
Summary: Bucky is acting oddā¦ this heat had to be getting to him.
Warnings: swearing, masturbation, voyeurism, sexual fantasy, and all the other pervy stuff.
Word Count: 2.3k
Series Masterlist
Previous Episode
How would you take advantage of the summer?
Would it be beach days, perhaps? Concerts? Maybe youād be willing to take a Sunday drive, or a beautiful forest hike. You could enjoy the sun and warmth, even go to a patio every weekend, because why not?
Days are long, you have more time to idle, to create, to socialize.
Or if you were Sam and Steve, you have more time to get better at Smite 2.
āDIE! DIE DIE DIEāā Sam bellowed at the monitors.
The two were fully engrossed in the game.
Bucky grimaced at Samās shouting, leaning against the trim in silent agony.
Why couldnāt they go out,like normal people?
āSo, can I borrow your charger?ā Bucky repeated.
Samās eyes flicked to Bucky, standing in his doorway. He looked between the two; his friend and his computer screen.
Steve paid him no mind as he was crushing it, almost done with the jungleā¦
āUhāyeah sure man whenever.ā Sam grumbled.
Steve bit his lip, glaring down opponent. āDude Aphrodite is so broken.ā
Sam shook his head, āDonāt worry about their Aphro. Just focus on the towerā¦ā
Trailing off as he revived his health at the portal, heād forgotten that Bucky even came in.
Steveās focus was stolen, watching as Bucky crossed the room, nonchalantlyā¦ almost too nonchalantly.
And, most noticeably, Bucky was shirtless.
Which never happened.
Like, ever.
āDude! What the fuck?ā Sam screamed.
āWhoaālanguage.ā Bucky chided.
Sure he stepped in front of the screen, but it was for a fraction of a second.
He quickly realized that it wasnāt directed towards him, with Samās eyes boring into the side of Steveās face.
Steve simply stared Bucky down, the controller forgotten in his hands.
āSteve pick it up,ā Sam said, āif you stop then we either lose or get locked out for 40 minutesāā
āYouāre shirtless.ā Steve stated.
His two words echoed with the weight of accusation, like the opening statement of a Brooklyn prosecution lawyer. It was to the point, arguably too vagueā¦ but to a seasoned criminal, it was pointed. The introduction of a long cross examination directed at a man who was fair beyond guilty.
But Bucky was innocent, as pure as an Angel.
He was simply shirtless.
Bucky gulped. āSo?ā
Sam smirked, he too noticed the oddity of their roommate. āBucky, why are you being so promiscuous tonight?ā
āExcuse me?ā He stood frozen, charger in hand. āItās the middle of August, Iām warm.ā
āBull shit,ā Steve poked, āYou're always bitching about the cold.ā
Sam placed his controller down, a much more interesting game at play in reality. āAnd our AC is on full blast.ā
He nodded, finally understanding Steveās focus being pulled from their game. āItās weird seeing you shirtless.ā
Bucky heard no word, peeking over into the hallway.
Steveās eyes narrowed, he reached for his standing fan and cranked up the power.
Daring Bucky to shiver, for one goosebump to appearā¦
Bucky glared back, but refused to cave.
āYouāre being weird.ā Steve stated.
āNo Iām not. Youāre being weirdā¦ canāt a guy grab a charger inā
The lights flickered, the boys looked up at the blinking fixtureā¦
And then it went dark.
āGoddamnit.ā
āYou just had to crank it, didnāt you?ā
Steve rustled against his bedspread.
āRelax. Itās probably just a flipped fuse.ā
Steve heard Buckyās voice in the darkness, āI told you we shouldnāt run it at night! You should just open the windows!ā
āAh shit--ā
Steve turned to Sam, or--the direction of his voice, anyway.
āWhat?ā
āY/Nās got no windows. Sheās in the pitch black bro.ā
Steve shrugged, but heard Bucky clamber in against the furniture.
āRelax. Just call her.ā
Bucky groaned as he reached out, tracing the room with his finger tips.
āPhoneās dead, remember?ā
Right, hence the charger.
Which was now useless in the blackout.
He reached the door frame, squinting and searching for her in the open space.
āY/N?ā He called.
Bucky looked back into the room, searching for the shadows of his friends.
āWhere are your phones?ā
āOh I wonder!ā Sam shrilled, āIf only the lights were on and I could see.ā
āBuckyā¦ā
Her voice called out down the hall--at least he thought. It was so quiet. Softly that he couldāve imagined it.
āY/N?ā
God why was there no natural light in their stupid apartment.
āY/N!ā
He stumbled through the dark, only small beams of streetlight entering the living room windows.
Ignoring the echoes of Samās complaints, which seemed to reverberate loudly without the white noise of electronics, he stepped further into the darkness.
āBuckyā¦ā
There it was, his name again.
But he couldnāt find her in the open spaceāor as open as their living room could be.
She must be in her room.
Maybe she was afraid of the dark.
A forehead knocked into his chin.
āOw!ā
He reached out to stabilize the person, hands wrapping around bare arms.
āY/N. Sorry--you okay?ā
āItās me, asshole. I canāt see a thing in hereāā Sam muttered.
Then another cry came out. Louder, like a whimper.
Again he heard his name, shoving Sam off he barreled down the hall.
Maybe she fell out of her loft.
She felt miles away from him in the dark, and he felt he needed to get closer.
āNow our ACās gonna be out.ā Steve mumbled behind him.
She definitely must be hurt, he thought.
āWeāre coming!ā
He found her door handle in the blackness, pushing in without hesitation.
āY/N? Youāre okay, Iām hereāā
He stopped in his tracks.
Through the darkness he could see her silhouette, encompassed by the light of her phone in her small space.
The valley of her chest rising above her mattress, the blue hue reflecting off her lips that fell in awe.
āFuckā¦ā she moaned, her hands stowed under her covers.
She was watching porn.
She was touching herself.
She was touching herself while watching porn and moaning his name.
The door stayed open behind him, hypnotized by the mirage in front of himāhe lingered in the doorway.
Part of him wanted to slam the door behind him, lock out everything elseādamned be the apartment with no power.
But he couldnāt move, just watching in eager silence as her soft moans escaped.
āTold you it was a flipped breaker!ā Steve yelled out.
Bucky saw her head turn in the dimly lit room, her eyes catching a figure in the doorframe.
Y/N gasped, āWait, Steveāā
The lights came on with a blinding glare.
The room illuminated, finally they could see the furniture, each otherāSee Y/Nās naked frame appear.
Their eyes met, both frozen.
What had he heard? Why was he here?
Steve screamed, suddenly behind Bucky.
āY/N WHAT THE FUCK?!ā
She desperately reached for a blanket, rolling away from her two roommatesāaway from one who wouldnāt stop staring.
āI WAS GONNA HAVE A GUEST OVER!ā She defended.
Bucky stood frozen whilst Steve covered his eyes.
āStillāā
She rolled her eyes, cheap polyester now guarding her bare form.
āDonāt judge me, perv.ā She stated.
āPardon me?ā Steve said. āYouāre the naked one.ā
āIn my own ROOM!ā She defended.
Sam rounded the corner at the commotion, not faltering for a moment as he took in Y/Nās state.
āHoly hell.ā He smirked, āNice girl.ā
She groaned at Sam, āGet out.ā
āYou couldāve locked the door.ā Steve uttered.
Samās head tilted, āSo youāre not hurt?ā
āāno, clearly not.ā Bucky stated.
She clutched the blanket tighter against her, āGuys you're ruining this for me. Get the fuck OUT!ā
Her phone reverberated against the sheets with soft moans, and the boys chuckled.
āBe adults,ā she chided, āStop invading my privacy.ā
āWell sorry!ā Sam said with blatant indifference in his eyes, āBlame us for worrying about you in a blackout.ā
If only the boys could handle a temperature that wasnāt just above Arctic level chill, she thought, then she couldāve enjoyed her sexy moment in peace.
All she wanted was a night to herself, figuring their gaming would have distracted them fromā¦ intruding.
And now with her vibe shattered, one-night-stand from tinder cancelled, and the utter embarrassment she had been subjected to, her motivation for any arousal was ruined for the summer.
She didnāt even know why Bucky drifted into her mind, maybe because her last hookup was so disappointing. Maybe because Quill was nowhere near her go-to spank bank.
Maybe because Bucky had been grunting and jerking at the faucet again completely shirtless.
āCmon,ā heād ushered, ācāmon girl, just giveā¦ā
Maybe he hadnāt heard anything. Maybe she could pretend this had never happened, that her three roommates were not seeing her half naked covered by aāWAIT.
āWHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL HERE?!?ā She threw a pillow from behind her head, and the boys scrambled to shield themselves.
āJesus Christ, alright!ā Steve shouted, ushering Sam to leave the room.
He reached for Buckyās shirt hem, reminding the man that he should not be there.
Bucky scrambled out, flustered and blushing.
āFuck you guys!ā She screamed, āand knock next time!!ā
~
Buckyās lip pulledā¦ his plan had been foiled.
His hands running over his arms in comfort from both the cold and the lack of follow through. Goosebumps littered his skin.
How was he cold in a heat wave?
Steve glared once more āDude seriously, why are you shirtless?ā
Bucky refused to meet his eye, starting his way back to his room.
āWell, Iām not putting a shirt back on with this heat wave.ā
āThe air conditioning is back. Youāre freezing. Your nipples are slicing the air into my eyes.ā You could hear the condescension plopping against the floor as Sam spoke.
āShut up, Sam?ā Bucky retorted.
Not the best defense, but all he could come up with.
āYou are always cold.ā Steve declared.
Bucky rolled his eyes, āNot alwaysāwhy are you being weird?ā
āNo you are, you are being weird. You always complain it's coldāā
Heād zoned out at Steveās droning.
His mind wandering to that vision of her in her sheets, soft rustling, the moaning of his nameā
Heād gotten what he wanted.
He couldnāt lie to himself and pretend he was innocent.
Of course heād wanted moreā¦ but this wasnāt a loss.
He saw how she watched him today, fussing with that damn sink.
She hadnāt been with anyone in awhile; not since the Tinder photo debacle that she and Steve debated onā¦ he knew she didnāt follow through with it.
She didnāt go out to the bars, she didnāt bring anyone over. Then heād felt eyes gazing after him in the apartment.
It was selfish, it was slightly sadistic.
He hadnāt been with anyone in awhile either.
And watching her go around their place in thin camisoles, or cropped t-shirts and tiny denim shortsā¦
He wanted to even the playing field.
He wanted her to look at him the wayāwellāthe way he looked at her.
And it worked.
It fucking worked.
But what the hell could he do about it?
His imaginative mind had invented a scenario; one where the boys were distracted, and theyād run into each other in the kitchen like they had so many times before.
Heād talk about meeting people and how hard it had been to date nowadays, heād compliment her if she complained about the same thing.
āYouāre a gorgeous girl, anyone would be lucky to have youā¦ā
Sheād smile, heād smile. Theyād get closer.
Heād kiss her like he had that night in the closet.
Assertive, dominating, wantingā
Then he could tuck her away in his room, cover her mouth to quiet the moans he would pull from her. Watching her fall apart at his finger tips while their roommates were none the wiser.
But reality had to slap him in the face, reminding him that it was nothing but I stupid, overzealous fantasy.
What could he do about it, he asked himself?
Nothingāwith Steve ranting to him about how odd he was behaving, and Sam droning on in oblivious idiocy.
He couldnāt blame them, really.
Heād started out her lease with nothing but glib comments, sarcasm and avoidance.
And she was one of Steveās best friends.
And now one of Samās.
One of his ownā¦
God, what was he doing?
How could he suddenly dump on them that he was wanting her more than heād wanted anyone in years? That it felt unbearable some days, watching her move around their space without at ounce of knowledge that in a second heādā
Fuck.
Now he was parading around the apartment shirtless, in some pathetic attempt to seduce her.
The heat was getting to him. That had to be it.
This summer was overwhelming. And theyād been cooped up in the AC for too long.
He just needed space. Just needed to clear his head.
He cut off Steve abruptly, āI wanna go out.ā
Steve blinked, hard. Did Bucky not hear a word he just said?
āYou guys down?ā He asked.
Sam, surprised by the offer but not against it, accepted quickly.
Steve dumbly shrugged, shocked but agreed nonetheless.
Bucky hastily went to his room, muttering something about changing clothes.
Sam looked at Steve, āYou good?ā
Steveās lip pursed, āYeah manā¦ he just seems off.ā
Sam clapped a hand on his shoulder, āYouāre being too hard on the guy. Itās a minor thing, donāt freak out.ā
He nodded, but Steve couldnāt shake it.
Sure, maybe he was being a little intense, but Bucky was soā¦ jumpy.
Quick to defend himself after a simple question; rash decisions; so disconnected at the most random times.
It felt weird watching his best friend pull away.
Sam told him to get ready for the bar; muttering something about giving Y/N the āprivacy she wantedā.
He went through the motions; clothes, cologne, wallet, keysā¦
But still the thought lingered.
As the boys left for the club, he sent Y/N a quick sorry text, saying they were heading out.
He watched as Bucky eagerly paced the hall before they left.
Whether Bucky wanted to talk about it or not, Steve was set on finding out what had suddenly made his best friend flip on a dime before the end of the summer.
Summary: Bucky is acting oddā¦ this heat had to be getting to him.
Warnings: swearing, masturbation, voyeurism, sexual fantasy, and all the other pervy stuff.
Word Count: 2.3k
Series Masterlist
Previous Episode
How would you take advantage of the summer?
Would it be beach days, perhaps? Concerts? Maybe youād be willing to take a Sunday drive, or a beautiful forest hike. You could enjoy the sun and warmth, even go to a patio every weekend, because why not?
Days are long, you have more time to idle, to create, to socialize.
Or if you were Sam and Steve, you have more time to get better at Smite 2.
āDIE! DIE DIE DIEāā Sam bellowed at the monitors.
The two were fully engrossed in the game.
Bucky grimaced at Samās shouting, leaning against the trim in silent agony.
Why couldnāt they go out,like normal people?
āSo, can I borrow your charger?ā Bucky repeated.
Samās eyes flicked to Bucky, standing in his doorway. He looked between the two; his friend and his computer screen.
Steve paid him no mind as he was crushing it, almost done with the jungleā¦
āUhāyeah sure man whenever.ā Sam grumbled.
Steve bit his lip, glaring down opponent. āDude Aphrodite is so broken.ā
Sam shook his head, āDonāt worry about their Aphro. Just focus on the towerā¦ā
Trailing off as he revived his health at the portal, heād forgotten that Bucky even came in.
Steveās focus was stolen, watching as Bucky crossed the room, nonchalantlyā¦ almost too nonchalantly.
And, most noticeably, Bucky was shirtless.
Which never happened.
Like, ever.
āDude! What the fuck?ā Sam screamed.
āWhoaālanguage.ā Bucky chided.
Sure he stepped in front of the screen, but it was for a fraction of a second.
He quickly realized that it wasnāt directed towards him, with Samās eyes boring into the side of Steveās face.
Steve simply stared Bucky down, the controller forgotten in his hands.
āSteve pick it up,ā Sam said, āif you stop then we either lose or get locked out for 40 minutesāā
āYouāre shirtless.ā Steve stated.
His two words echoed with the weight of accusation, like the opening statement of a Brooklyn prosecution lawyer. It was to the point, arguably too vagueā¦ but to a seasoned criminal, it was pointed. The introduction of a long cross examination directed at a man who was fair beyond guilty.
But Bucky was innocent, as pure as an Angel.
He was simply shirtless.
Bucky gulped. āSo?ā
Sam smirked, he too noticed the oddity of their roommate. āBucky, why are you being so promiscuous tonight?ā
āExcuse me?ā He stood frozen, charger in hand. āItās the middle of August, Iām warm.ā
āBull shit,ā Steve poked, āYou're always bitching about the cold.ā
Sam placed his controller down, a much more interesting game at play in reality. āAnd our AC is on full blast.ā
He nodded, finally understanding Steveās focus being pulled from their game. āItās weird seeing you shirtless.ā
Bucky heard no word, peeking over into the hallway.
Steveās eyes narrowed, he reached for his standing fan and cranked up the power.
Daring Bucky to shiver, for one goosebump to appearā¦
Bucky glared back, but refused to cave.
āYouāre being weird.ā Steve stated.
āNo Iām not. Youāre being weirdā¦ canāt a guy grab a charger inā
The lights flickered, the boys looked up at the blinking fixtureā¦
And then it went dark.
āGoddamnit.ā
āYou just had to crank it, didnāt you?ā
Steve rustled against his bedspread.
āRelax. Itās probably just a flipped fuse.ā
Steve heard Buckyās voice in the darkness, āI told you we shouldnāt run it at night! You should just open the windows!ā
āAh shit--ā
Steve turned to Sam, or--the direction of his voice, anyway.
āWhat?ā
āY/Nās got no windows. Sheās in the pitch black bro.ā
Steve shrugged, but heard Bucky clamber in against the furniture.
āRelax. Just call her.ā
Bucky groaned as he reached out, tracing the room with his finger tips.
āPhoneās dead, remember?ā
Right, hence the charger.
Which was now useless in the blackout.
He reached the door frame, squinting and searching for her in the open space.
āY/N?ā He called.
Bucky looked back into the room, searching for the shadows of his friends.
āWhere are your phones?ā
āOh I wonder!ā Sam shrilled, āIf only the lights were on and I could see.ā
āBuckyā¦ā
Her voice called out down the hall--at least he thought. It was so quiet. Softly that he couldāve imagined it.
āY/N?ā
God why was there no natural light in their stupid apartment.
āY/N!ā
He stumbled through the dark, only small beams of streetlight entering the living room windows.
Ignoring the echoes of Samās complaints, which seemed to reverberate loudly without the white noise of electronics, he stepped further into the darkness.
āBuckyā¦ā
There it was, his name again.
But he couldnāt find her in the open spaceāor as open as their living room could be.
She must be in her room.
Maybe she was afraid of the dark.
A forehead knocked into his chin.
āOw!ā
He reached out to stabilize the person, hands wrapping around bare arms.
āY/N. Sorry--you okay?ā
āItās me, asshole. I canāt see a thing in hereāā Sam muttered.
Then another cry came out. Louder, like a whimper.
Again he heard his name, shoving Sam off he barreled down the hall.
Maybe she fell out of her loft.
She felt miles away from him in the dark, and he felt he needed to get closer.
āNow our ACās gonna be out.ā Steve mumbled behind him.
She definitely must be hurt, he thought.
āWeāre coming!ā
He found her door handle in the blackness, pushing in without hesitation.
āY/N? Youāre okay, Iām hereāā
He stopped in his tracks.
Through the darkness he could see her silhouette, encompassed by the light of her phone in her small space.
The valley of her chest rising above her mattress, the blue hue reflecting off her lips that fell in awe.
āFuckā¦ā she moaned, her hands stowed under her covers.
She was watching porn.
She was touching herself.
She was touching herself while watching porn and moaning his name.
The door stayed open behind him, hypnotized by the mirage in front of himāhe lingered in the doorway.
Part of him wanted to slam the door behind him, lock out everything elseādamned be the apartment with no power.
But he couldnāt move, just watching in eager silence as her soft moans escaped.
āTold you it was a flipped breaker!ā Steve yelled out.
Bucky saw her head turn in the dimly lit room, her eyes catching a figure in the doorframe.
Y/N gasped, āWait, Steveāā
The lights came on with a blinding glare.
The room illuminated, finally they could see the furniture, each otherāSee Y/Nās naked frame appear.
Their eyes met, both frozen.
What had he heard? Why was he here?
Steve screamed, suddenly behind Bucky.
āY/N WHAT THE FUCK?!ā
She desperately reached for a blanket, rolling away from her two roommatesāaway from one who wouldnāt stop staring.
āI WAS GONNA HAVE A GUEST OVER!ā She defended.
Bucky stood frozen whilst Steve covered his eyes.
āStillāā
She rolled her eyes, cheap polyester now guarding her bare form.
āDonāt judge me, perv.ā She stated.
āPardon me?ā Steve said. āYouāre the naked one.ā
āIn my own ROOM!ā She defended.
Sam rounded the corner at the commotion, not faltering for a moment as he took in Y/Nās state.
āHoly hell.ā He smirked, āNice girl.ā
She groaned at Sam, āGet out.ā
āYou couldāve locked the door.ā Steve uttered.
Samās head tilted, āSo youāre not hurt?ā
āāno, clearly not.ā Bucky stated.
She clutched the blanket tighter against her, āGuys you're ruining this for me. Get the fuck OUT!ā
Her phone reverberated against the sheets with soft moans, and the boys chuckled.
āBe adults,ā she chided, āStop invading my privacy.ā
āWell sorry!ā Sam said with blatant indifference in his eyes, āBlame us for worrying about you in a blackout.ā
If only the boys could handle a temperature that wasnāt just above Arctic level chill, she thought, then she couldāve enjoyed her sexy moment in peace.
All she wanted was a night to herself, figuring their gaming would have distracted them fromā¦ intruding.
And now with her vibe shattered, one-night-stand from tinder cancelled, and the utter embarrassment she had been subjected to, her motivation for any arousal was ruined for the summer.
She didnāt even know why Bucky drifted into her mind, maybe because her last hookup was so disappointing. Maybe because Quill was nowhere near her go-to spank bank.
Maybe because of the warm honey incident, or because Bucky had been grunting and jerking at the faucet again completely shirtless.
āCāmon,ā heād ushered, ācāmon girl, just giveā¦ā
Maybe he hadnāt heard anything. Maybe she could pretend this had never happened, that her three roommates were not seeing her half naked covered by aāWAIT.
āWHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL HERE?!?ā She threw a pillow from behind her head, and the boys scrambled to shield themselves.
āJesus Christ, alright!ā Steve shouted, ushering Sam to leave the room.
He reached for Buckyās shirt hem, reminding the man that he should not be there.
Bucky scrambled out, flustered and blushing.
āFuck you guys!ā She screamed, āand knock next time!!ā
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Buckyās lip pulledā¦ his plan had been foiled.
His hands running over his arms in comfort from both the cold and the lack of follow through. Goosebumps littered his skin.
How was he cold in a heat wave?
Steve glared once more āDude seriously, why are you shirtless?ā
Bucky refused to meet his eye, starting his way back to his room.
āWell, Iām not putting a shirt back on with this heat wave.ā
āThe air conditioning is back. Youāre freezing. Your nipples are slicing the air into my eyes.ā You could hear the condescension plopping against the floor as Sam spoke.
āShut up, Sam?ā Bucky retorted.
Not the best defense, but all he could come up with.
āYou are always cold.ā Steve declared.
Bucky rolled his eyes, āNot alwaysāwhy are you being weird?ā
āNo you are, you are being weird. You always complain it's coldāā
Heād zoned out at Steveās droning.
His mind wandering to that vision of her in her sheets, soft rustling, the moaning of his nameā
Heād gotten what he wanted.
He couldnāt lie to himself and pretend he was innocent.
Of course heād wanted moreā¦ but this wasnāt a loss.
He saw how she watched him today, fussing with that damn sink.
She hadnāt been with anyone in awhile; not since the Tinder photo debacle that she and Steve debated onā¦ he knew she didnāt follow through with it.
She didnāt go out to the bars, she didnāt bring anyone over. Then heād felt eyes gazing after him in the apartment.
It was selfish, it was slightly sadistic.
He hadnāt been with anyone in awhile either.
And watching her go around their place in thin camisoles, or cropped t-shirts and tiny denim shortsā¦
He wanted to even the playing field.
He wanted her to look at him the wayāwellāthe way he looked at her.
And it worked.
It fucking worked.
But what the hell could he do about it?
His imaginative mind had invented a scenario; one where the boys were distracted, and theyād run into each other in the kitchen like they had so many times before.
Heād talk about meeting people and how hard it had been to date nowadays, heād compliment her if she complained about the same thing.
āYouāre a gorgeous girl, anyone would be lucky to have youā¦ā
Sheād smile, heād smile. Theyād get closer.
Heād kiss her like he had that night in the closet.
Assertive, dominating, wantingā
Then he could tuck her away in his room, cover her mouth to quiet the moans he would pull from her. Watching her fall apart at his finger tips while their roommates were none the wiser.
But reality had to slap him in the face, reminding him that it was nothing but I stupid, overzealous fantasy.
What could he do about it, he asked himself?
Nothingāwith Steve ranting to him about how odd he was behaving, and Sam droning on in oblivious idiocy.
He couldnāt blame them, really.
Heād started out her lease with nothing but glib comments, sarcasm and avoidance.
And she was one of Steveās best friends.
And now one of Samās.
One of his ownā¦
God, what was he doing?
How could he suddenly dump on them that he was wanting her more than heād wanted anyone in years? That it felt unbearable some days, watching her move around their space without at ounce of knowledge that in a second heādā
Fuck.
Now he was parading around the apartment shirtless, in some pathetic attempt to seduce her.
The heat was getting to him. That had to be it.
This summer was overwhelming. And theyād been cooped up in the AC for too long.
He just needed space. Just needed to clear his head.
He cut off Steve abruptly, āI wanna go out.ā
Steve blinked, hard. Did Bucky not hear a word he just said?
āYou guys down?ā He asked.
Sam, surprised by the offer but not against it, accepted quickly.
Steve dumbly shrugged, shocked but agreed nonetheless.
Bucky hastily went to his room, muttering something about changing clothes.
Sam looked at Steve, āYou good?ā
Steveās lip pursed, āYeah manā¦ he just seems off.ā
Sam clapped a hand on his shoulder, āYouāre being too hard on the guy. Itās a minor thing, donāt freak out.ā
He nodded, but Steve couldnāt shake it.
Sure, maybe he was being a little intense, but Bucky was soā¦ jumpy.
Quick to defend himself after a simple question; rash decisions; so disconnected at the most random times.
It felt weird watching his best friend pull away.
Sam told him to get ready for the bar; muttering something about giving Y/N the āprivacy she wantedā.
He went through the motions; clothes, cologne, wallet, keysā¦
But still the thought lingered.
As the boys left for the club, he sent Y/N a quick sorry text, saying they were heading out.
He watched as Bucky eagerly paced the hall before they left.
Whether Bucky wanted to talk about it or not, Steve was set on finding out what had suddenly made his best friend flip on a dime before the end of the summer.
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