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part iv - just like animals
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, major angst, extremely dark themes, a/b/o
A/N: Hello lovelies! I really haven’t abandoned this series, just have been in a funk lately and haven’t been writing much. I’m trying to get back in the swing and get some new stuff out and I definitely want to finish this series. This one doesn’t include a lot of sex, but does show where I’m taking this. Only a couple of parts left and I promise more smut to come. Thanks for sticking with me and I hope you all enjoy it!
Three months passed and the arrangement was working out to perfection. Bucky was happy to have her attention and found himself in bed with her every other day, both sending each other into some of the most intense orgasms he’s had in his life, but for the strength of his marriage he wasn’t about to admit that to his husband. That’s one secret he was keeping to himself and would never admit on pain of death.
On the days she wasn’t with him, Steve was balls deep inside her, fucking her hard and fast, making her moan to the heavens from the raw force that was Steve Rogers. His husband tended to be quite aggressive and totally fucked her out and she loved every moment of roughness spent with the blonde. Tonight, was one of those nights.
Bucky sat on the couch grading papers while he heard the two of them going at it in their shared bedroom. The moans and groans were loud, even though the sounds of the television were playing loudly. Steve was so powerful, Bucky knew she’d be feeling it tomorrow when he was with her. He always made sure to be the soft lover, which he took great pride in. Bucky liked to take care of her, make her feel good physically and emotionally, cater to her in the ways Steve didn’t. It’s probably why Bucky and Steve could do this, sharing a lover. They both took care of her differently, providing for her every need.
With the final paper graded, the door to the bedroom opened and out they both walked, looking disheveled and totally fucked out. Bucky watches as Steve holds her hand, leading her out into the main hub of their apartment and straight into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing two bottles of water.
“To quench your thirst.” Steve hands over the bottle.
She takes it and shakes her head. “You boys certainly are insatiable.”
“Hey, you knew what you were signing up for.” Steve chugs the water, exceptionally dehydrated from the previous endeavor.
“Yeah…,” she nods, “I did. Which is why I have something to tell you both.”
Bucky sets his papers down on the couch and gets up, heading into the kitchen, standing at the entrance. “What’s up?” His eyebrows raised in concern.
She looks over at the two of them and inhales a calming breath. “Okay. I have a date.”
Bucky’s face drops and he stares at her dazed and confused.
“What do you mean, date?” Steve speaks up first, not hiding his irritation.
Her eyes darted between them, studying both of their faces realizing this was going to be harder than she thought. “Yeah, I have a date. I thought you’d be happy about that?”
Bucky swallows hard and lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and looks at her with furrowed brows. “Why would we be happy about that? We thought things were good, aren’t you happy with us?”
She shrugs her shoulders, “I am happy and I’m having the absolute best sex of my life, but let’s face it...this can’t ever be long term. The two of you are married and all I’ll ever be is a side piece for you. I wanna mean something to someone.”
Bucky feels his heart sink, her words hitting him deep inside.
“You do mean something to us,” Steve speaks up first, his voice slightly shaky, “whatever made you think you didn’t?”
“Come on, guys…,” her eyes move between both men, “this… what we’re doing… it was never meant to be long term. You two already have a life with each other. It’d be foolish of me to think there would be a permanent place for me in your lives.”
Bucky backs up to the couch and sits down, his body moving on auto pilot from shock. Everything about the situation rang true, but it didn’t mean he hadn’t become attached, developed feelings. He hadn’t given the future of their relationship much thought but after three months he wasn’t sure he wanted to let you go.
“You’re really going through with this date?” Steve asks, the euphoria he had been feeling from their sexcapades now gone and he’s feeling hurt by her words.
She swallows hard and slowly nods, doing her best to avoid eye contact with both men. “Yes…” it comes out as a whisper and her eyes move to the floor.
Bucky sat in disbelief, stunned by her truth. She really wanted to call it quits, which part of him couldn’t blame her, but it’s not what he wanted at all. Yeah, when this started, he was hesitant to go along with it, convincing himself it wouldn’t work. Now though, he didn’t want this to end, especially when she had unknowingly wrapped herself around his heart and filled it with much more than he ever bargained for.
“How about this…,” Steve interrupted his thought process and moved in closer to her, his arms reaching out and grabbing her shoulders, “...go on your date.” Bucky’s eyes quickly dart over, his mouth opens wide, not wanting to believe what he’s hearing from his husband. “And when you’re done, come and tell us all about it. If things go well and you want to see where things go with him, let us know and we’ll end it. However, if the date goes bad then there’s no need to stop. We still keep this up and continue on and nothing has to change.”
She looks up and is met with Steve’s eyes staring down at her and she smiles weakly back at him. “Yeah...okay.” She wraps her arms around his waist and a soft hug. “Thank you, Steve.”
He breaks the hug and pulls back just enough to place a gentle kiss on her head. “Anything for you, love.”
She chuckles and shrugs her shoulders, “If you say so.” She smiles and walks over to Bucky, leaning in and kissing him on the head. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Bucky...after my date.”
Bucky sighs heavily and nods, his arms reaching around her waist and pulling her into him, his head resting on her stomach. “Make sure you do… I’ll be worried about you if you don’t.” His arms stay around her for a little too long, but he finally lets her go and she slowly backs away and heads to the door.
“See ya tomorrow,” she opens the door and waves back to them.
“Bye…,” Steve waves back at her with a half smile.
Both men watch as she walks out, shutting the door behind her.
“Steve?” Bucky looks to his husband after a long awkward silence and his eyes staring back at the door like she was going to come rushing back in.
“Yeah, Buck?”
“What just happened?”
Steve shrugs and shakes his head. “I think we just lost her, Buck. I don’t think she’s coming back.”
Summary: On a mission alone with Natasha Romanoff, you try to keep from annoying her as you hide how much you adore her.
A/N: Written for @buckysforeverprincess’ Hop Into Spring 3K Challenge. Congratulations on 3000, darling!! You’re amazing and you deserve all the love and adoration! My prompt was “Don’t forget daylight savings.” Writing reader inserts is like exercising my brain (second person is not second nature, that’s for damn sure) because I like to make them as neutral as I can. Except, since I’m female, I tend to write from that perspective, which means that all of my reader inserts have been fem!reader. This time, I wanted to stretch my brain in a new direction, so I wrote as neutral as possible, including gender. Please feel free to let me know what you think, including ways I failed. I’m always trying to do better and learn more, so I’m absolutely open to criticism.
A Lost Hour
Natasha watched you out of her peripheral vision from across the motel room. You were standing at the other queen bed unpacking, laying out everything you’d need for the mission the next day, your movements brisk, economical, and lethally efficient for all you were humming what sounded like ‘Hollaback Girl’. Nat appreciated that when it came to the work, you were a silent, stone-cold professional. She would put you at her back any day of the week, her highest compliment.
That said, when you weren’t actively on a mission, you never seemed to stop making noise. If you weren’t talking, and somehow you never ran out of things to talk about, you were humming, singing, muttering, laughing, or just making weird noises with your mouth. If she was the sort who gave in to such things, you could have her literally climbing the walls like the spider for which she was named.
To be fair, it wasn’t that the noises were in reality all that irritating. No one else seemed to notice, for instance. If she was being honest, she wouldn't classify the sounds you made as irritating at all, really. What drove her crazy was that they made it impossible for Natasha to ignore you, though she'd never had that problem before.
She couldn’t quite put her finger on what made you so compelling to her. It wasn’t your looks, though she thought you incredibly attractive. That would never have been enough to capture her attention on its own, however. She’d used her own for both good and evil often enough to know how little beauty truly counted. The fair of face couldn’t catch her eye.
Though she most often pretended to ignore you, sometimes she put on that she found you annoying in order to insist that you be quiet. As a matter of fact, she found your voice, the sounds you made, too appealing. She had to concentrate to tune you out, her ear seeming to naturally tune itself to the timbre of your voice.
She also found your little rants funny, though she groaned as loudly as anyone when you started in on one. You had any number of random little pet peeves and there was no way to know when someone might inadvertently step into one in the course of normal conversation. When you got going, however, was when she found it most difficult to resist the urge to kiss that chattering mouth. Lately, it had only gotten worse.
Because though she could see that you found her physically attractive, she was almost certain you didn't really like her. She was painfully attuned to the tone of your voice and could hear it was often a touch colder when you spoke to her than when you spoke to any other member of the team. You were warm and pleasant with everyone, so it wasn't as though you were mean or rude even then; only Natasha would ever notice the difference.
She refused to let it bother her, but it made it easy to pretend she didn't like you right back.
Once she'd finished the double-check that she had what she needed for the mission in the morning, she repacked everything as it had gone in except for her night clothes and her toiletries bag. You had long since moved on to flipping through the channels, your preparations for the mission less meticulous than hers, though you were hardly sloppy or haphazard. You were still humming under your breath, but you were unusually quiet and she was having a hard time placing the melody.
You were watching Natasha out of the corner of your eye, trying to keep the humming to a minimum. You knew it drove her crazy and you were trying not to irritate her on this mission. You'd been half in love with her almost since you met her. You hated that you annoyed her, but you also couldn't change who you were, so you tried to stay as quiet as possible when she was around.
You'd hotly anticipated and deeply dreaded this mission. Any time you spent with Natasha was nerve-wracking, but an overnight mission, just the two of you sharing a motel room seemed like a recipe for disaster. Disaster for you, at least. You doubted Natasha would even notice you unless you irritated her by talking or humming too much, or if you fucked up your part of the plan.
You, on the other hand, were going to spend the next 24 hours on pins and needles, trying not to give away how absolutely magnificent you thought she was. Sometimes you went too far in the opposite direction, but it was better than her knowing you spent most of your time in her presence internally sighing dreamily
Obviously, she was beautiful. You had eyes; you could see she was gorgeous. You were no more immune to her appeal than the next person. That said, it was her strength that you found most captivating. In addition, you respected her competence and efficiency and you had a nice healthy fear of her lethality. You weren't frightened of her, but like a razor-sharp blade, you didn't take her bite lightly. Her capacity for loyalty had surprised you, but only until you got to know her. Her humor charmed you, made you wish you didn't annoy her because you found her hilarious.
Of all the things about her that made you wish you could at least be friends, however, it was the sweetness laying close to her bones. She hid it well but, where she cared, she was kind and deeply loving in her own quiet way. On more than one occasion, you'd had to start ranting about something stupid to cover for the puppy-dog-eyes you'd been giving her.
When she settled onto her bed with her tablet and a bottle of water, you spoke softly. "Do you want to pick?" you asked as you offered her the remote. "If you leave it up to me, I'll end up watching the crokinole championships on ESPN Twelve like a lunatic."
Natasha frowned a little and lifted puzzled eyes to yours. "What in the world is crokinole?"
You laughed and flipped back to the channel airing the niche game's championship. "Fuck if I know," you replied and settled back against the pillows with a grin, "but in about twenty minutes I bet I'm going to have a whole lot of opinions on technique and strategy."
A half an hour later, both you and Natasha were watching the classic dexterity game with rapt attention, discussing the ongoing bracket as though you'd been following the game for years. You'd looked up the rules on your phone, not that you really needed to. The point of the game was absolutely clear once you'd watched for even just a few minutes, but the Wikipedia page clarified some scoring questions the two of you had.
"Oops, he left a hanger," you were saying as Natasha's phone rang, Steve's number lighting up the screen. You snickered when you saw the picture she'd used for him; it was some promotional shot from the 40s when he was being used to sell war bonds and he had the dumbest cheesy grin on his face.
You loved that she teased Steve in this way, taking potshots at the public persona, the piece of propaganda rather than the private man or the real symbolism of the shield. Steve was one of those she cared about; you always enjoyed watching their dynamic at play.
“If he can pick up the twenty and knock the other guy’s puck into the gutter, I think he’s won it,” she replied as she swiped the screen. She’d gotten as into the game as you had, the two of you finally bonding a little. She didn't notice because she was answering the phone, but you were caught in full-blown puppy-dog-eyes mode.
You sat in silence, watching her smirk at Steve and assure him that she had things well in hand while you grinned at her like exactly what you were, a moron with a desperate crush.
“You’re on speaker if you’ve got anything to tell us both,” Natasha turned to focus on you as she hit the button on the screen. Her eyes met yours, warm and full of fun, then rounded ever so slightly in surprise at the lovesick smile on your face. For the first time, she wasn’t seeing any coolness or reserve in your eyes and she wanted it to never stop. She smiled timidly back at you.
“Just stay safe, watch each other’s backs, and don’t forget about daylight savings.” Steve’s voice snapped you out of it, made you aware you were being stupidly obvious in the way you were staring at Natasha. The smile on her face was almost shy and sweet and was making your heart gallop like a thoroughbred. You latched on to the last thing Steve said like a lifeline.
“Ugh! I hate daylight savings!” You fell backward onto the bed with a groan of annoyance, partly to be dramatic, but mostly to stop looking at Natasha. “Especially Spring forward. You know the whole thing’s pointless, right? It doesn’t even do what it’s supposed to, and some think it’s actively detrimental. But no, we keep doing it because we’re stup—"
“I’m on it, Cap,” Natasha cut you off with a good-natured chuckle as she got up to sit next to you on your bed. She patted your knee affectionately as she finished the phone call and hung up. You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched her, nervous but oddly excited.
Natasha had never been this friendly before.
“I thought you didn’t like me,” she said quietly. This evening with you, learning the intricacies of a game neither of you had heard of before, had seduced her in ways she’d never thought to expect, let alone guard against. The uncomplicated adoration she’d seen on your face as you looked at her gave her the confidence to speak bluntly.
“No!" you cried, distressed that you'd made her think so when you thought so highly of her. You gave her a sheepish smile and ducked your head. "I know I can be annoying,” you said, wrinkling your nose. “I don’t want to irritate you by scampering after you.”
Her mouth curved and her eyelids lowered in an expression both earthy and ethereal. Your heart skipped and you knew you were in way over your head. “You’re not irritating or annoying,” she said. When doubt flickered across your face, she felt a pang of remorse. “You’re distracting,” she murmured.
“Distracting?" You frowned a little, not sure if that was a compliment or not. "Is that good or bad?” you asked, a little breathless. The look on her face was making your heart race.
“Well," she said softly, and leaned in ever so slightly. You were painfully aware of every movement she made, and your breath caught in response. "That depends." You had seen her flirt for work; this was nothing like that. Her eyes were direct, her body language straightforward, and you would swear that she was trying to be as honest as she could.
"On?" you prompted and sat up. You and she were face to face now, but neither of you moved, though you were both practically holding your breath in anticipation.
The corner of her mouth lifted in the slightest of smiles, your eyes following the movement with meticulous care as you waited for her next words with a heart pounding in desperate hope. "On if I'm trying to ignore you," she replied, her smile spreading and her eyes turning surprisingly shy. "I tend to ignore that which I don't think I can have. Or whom."
Her eyes seemed to sear into yours, the dreamy green going sharp as jade. You shifted forward a fraction of an inch, your hand twitching towards hers before you stopped it, terrified to overstep and fuck up this exhilarating conversation. "And I don't know how to shut up, especially when I'm nervous."
Natasha wasn't smiling now, but you had absolutely no idea what she was thinking, her expression inscrutable. "I make you nervous?"
You gave a quick, disbelieving laugh. "Have you met you?" You didn't know why, because she hadn't moved, but you started to feel like she was leaning away from you. You kept talking, because you were terrified you were fucking this up, and you always talked too much when freaked out. "Between your strength and skill, oof, and your mind, you'd be the most intimidating woman on the planet. Add in the humor on top of everything else and you're spectacular. I'm astonished whenever I manage not to babble."
By the time you managed to shut yourself up, she was smiling again. You didn't know it, but she had thought you were going to start yammering on about her physical appearance and nothing was more likely to make her dismiss someone as not worth her time. Marks underestimated her because of her looks; she didn't waste her real self on marks. Instead, you were charming her with your chattering about how intimidating you found her, not her face. "So, you're telling me I don't need to ignore you."
"Not if you don't want to," you said, making her smile wider with your earnestness. You went on, shy yourself this time. "And if you don't mind if I babble."
Wasn't this a pleasant surprise? she thought. The discovery that you found her as appealing as she found you was the best thing she'd learned in a while. She decided to live a little and tell you the whole truth. "When you babble, it makes me want to kiss you."
Your eyes popped open and your mouth spread in a wide smile. You didn't know what had led to your good fortune, but you weren't going to question it. You licked your lips and your heart kicked when her eyes followed the movement. "Even when I babble about something stupid, like daylight savings?" you asked, audibly breathless.
She smirked a little. This time it was she who eased forward a little, causing you to sway toward her without thinking. She was close enough now that you could see the flecks of gold in her eyes and her mouth was close enough that you imagined you could feel her breath on your skin. That tempting mouth curved in amusement. "Especially when you babble about something stupid like daylight savings.”
"People think it's for farmers," you immediately launched into anything you could remember about why daylight savings sucks and is stupid, but you were barely thinking about the words coming out of your mouth, "but that doesn't make sense in a modern era with electric ligh--"
Natasha laughed, which had you slowing down, delighted to make her laugh out loud for the first time. She'd tell you later that she laughed internally at the things you said all the time. For now, you were simply enthralled at the sound of her laugh when you inspired it.
You didn't stop talking, however, until she took your face in her hands and stopped your words with a soft, almost tentative kiss. Slowly, gently, you slid your arms around her, pulling her close as she melted against you. She slid her arms around you in turn, enchanted by the soft generosity she found in your mouth, in your arms.
A long time later, she pulled away reluctantly, only to sink back in with a chuckle at the misty-eyed look of awed adoration you gave her. Silent and smiling, you'd been struck speechless and so opted to let her have her way, happy to follow where she led.
The next morning at 5:00 AM, according to the phone buzzing next to the bed, and 4:00 AM according to your body, Natasha leaned across you to turn off the alarm. When it was quiet in the impersonal dark of the motel room once more, she snuggled back down under the covers, her arm sliding around your waist as she rested her head on your shoulder. You smiled at the ceiling, delighted by the sunset cloud currently tickling your nose.
"You're right. I hate daylight savings," she murmured.
"See!" you whispered hotly as you cuddled close, delirious at the feel of her satin skin sliding against yours and incensed that you were going to have to give it up soon. "If not for daylight savings I’d get to spend another hour in bed with you. It's fucking stupid." That was as far as you got before Nat was rising over you in the dark to press her mouth against yours again.
For the first time in either of your careers, you nearly missed a mission because of daylight savings.
A/N- This is for @buckysforeverprincess Hop Into Spring 3k challenge!! I so LOVED writing this one!! My prompt was “I can’t believe you’ve never had a peanut butter egg!” It is bolded in the story. This is my first writing challenge so I hope you enjoy it!!
It was almost Easter time and you were getting everything prepared in the Avengers tower. You had asked around to see what everyone’s plans were for Easter and when most of them said they were just going to be hanging around that day you decided that you would plan a little dinner for everyone.
You also decided that you were going to have an Easter egg hunt since you knew most of them had never done an Easter egg hunt and you had to do one at least once in your life. So before you did anything, you made a list of everything you needed to get to get ready for this. You had talked with Tony and he was all for it, he even gave you one of his credit cards to pay for everything. Which you weren’t complaining about at all.
You finished making your lists and grabbed your jacket and purse and were just about out the door when you hear someone yelling your name.
“Y/N! Hey, wait up!” You hear that deep scruffy voice that you have fallen in love with. Then you see him as he comes around the corner. You couldn’t help the smile that lights up your face as you see Bucky come jogging towards you. In the few months that you had been here, you had fallen in love with this man. He wasn’t a man of many words, but then again neither were you. That’s what drew you to him in the first place.
“Hey what’s up?” You ask him with a smile on your face.
“I was just coming to see if you wanted some help?” He questions.
“Uhh.. sure…” You say, not really sure how to respond since you and Bucky hadn’t spent a lot of time together before.
He smiles at you and walks onto the elevator. You couldn’t help the blush that forms on your cheeks from being so close to Bucky in a small space like this. You hoped he didn’t really notice. It was silent the rest of the way down to the garage where the cars were. You didn’t really know what to say to Bucky. Especially when every time you tried to say something the words wouldn’t come out of your mouth. So you just didn’t say anything.
You finally made it the garage and you pulled out your keys for your car. Bucky snatched them out of your hand and grinned at you.
“I’m driving.” Was all he said as you just looked at him kind of shocked at what had just happened.
“Ok then.” You whisper to yourself and head to your car where Bucky was waiting for you so he could open the car door for you. “Such a gentleman.” You thought to yourself, at least that’s what you thought happened.
“Can’t help it when a pretty lady is involved.” Bucky mumbles.
You just look up at him with wide eyes and you just knew your cheeks were turning the darkest red shade. Apparently your mouth didn’t know when to not talk because you said that out loud.
He just chuckles as you get in the car and he shuts the door and runs to the other side to get in himself. “Where to first?” He asks you.
“Well, just the supermarket, at least for now.” You say pulling your list out and making sure that was all that you needed. “We may have to stop at a drugstore to see if they have any Easter themed things, if we don’t find everything at the supermarket.”
“Sounds good.” He pulls out of the garage and heads in the direction of the supermarket. “So what’s on the list?” He asks after several minutes of awkward silence.
“Well, we need all the food to make dinner, then I want to do an Easter egg hunt as well, so we will need plastic eggs and all kinds of candy like kitkat’s, Reese's peanut butter eggs, et. cetera. Then I also want to get stuff to color eggs too!” You say getting excited as you pull out a pen to add that to the list as well.
“What is a Reese's peanut butter egg??” Bucky looks at you questioningly.
“What do you mean ‘what is a reese’s peanut butter egg’?? Have you never had a peanut butter egg??” You ask him incredulously.
“Ummm… nooo…” Bucky says slowly not sure why it’s such a big deal that he hasn’t had one before.
“I can’t believe you’ve never had a peanut butter egg!!” You exclaim loudly.
“What? You act like it’s some kind of sin that I’ve never had one!” Bucky says.
“THAT’S BECAUSE IT IS! There is no way that you have gone your whole life without having one of these, I refuse to believe that.” You state trying to calm down.
“Well, you better believe it doll face, because I’ve never had one before.”
“Ok, well we will remedy that as soon as we get to the supermarket.” You state matter of factly.
You guys pull up to the supermarket and park the car and get out. Bucky grabs the shopping cart so that you can focus on marking the things off the list and finding exactly what you need. As soon as you got inside you headed straight for the chocolate aisle and found the peanut butter eggs. You grabbed a bag and started to open it so that Bucky could try one.
“Whoa whoa whoa what are you doing Y/N? You can’t just open a bag in the store before paying for it!”
“Oh relax, oldie, I’m going to buy it anyway. These are my favorite candy so I’m getting more than enough so I can have my own bag.” You look up at him with a teasing glint in your eyes.
“Excuse you, I am no oldie!” He gripes as you hand him one of the peanut butter eggs.
“Says the 102 year old man standing in front of me.” You tease him some more.
“Rude.” He says as he opens the peanut butter egg and sticks in his mouth. He chews down and you can see on his face that it is the best thing he’s ever eaten.
“See! I told you so!” You sass.
“I don’t know how I’ve gone this long without eating one of these, but holy, this is the best candy I’ve ever eaten!” He exclaims.
“I know! Now let’s keep going otherwise we are going to be here all day.” You turn around and grab a few more bags of peanut butter eggs and the rest of the candy that you needed to fill eggs and to have sitting in bowls around the Avengers tower.
You continued on through the supermarket teasing Bucky about different things. It took you a good few hours to get everything that you thought you would need for the Easter celebration and by the time you were done you were starving.
You got the car loaded with everything and then hopped in the passenger seat. “You hungry?” you ask Bucky once he gets in the car.
“Yes. Do you wanna stop somewhere and get some food?” He asks looking over at you.
“Yes! I’m starving, but we can’t be long because I don’t want the candy to melt.” You say getting excited about food, because you LOVED food.
“That’s fine, we’ll just stop at a Wendy’s and grab something quick and then head back.”
“Ugh, yes, I love Wendy’s!” You grin at him.
“I know…” He says and you see his cheeks turn a little red. You just smile and look out the window for the rest of the drive. It wasn’t a long one, which you were thankful for, because you could get quite hangry sometimes.
Bucky pulled into the parking lot and you both got out of the car. As you start heading inside you get more and more excited because you loved Wendy’s frosty’s, especially when you had fries to dip in it. You both ordered your food and waited for it to come out.
You sat and talked about the most random things while you ate. You couldn’t help the smile that was permanently on your face while you talked. You got to know each other more and more and you were hoping this wasn’t just a one time thing. You finished eating fairly quickly and then headed back to the tower. Bucky helped you carry all the bags into the kitchen, you both laughing at something that Bucky had said about Sam being a stupid bird man.
You got everything put away with the help of Bucky. Then you grabbed your bag that had the extra peanut butter cups and headed up to your room to stash them away from everyone else.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going with those!” Bucky states as he follows you up the stairs.
“I’m taking them and putting them in a safe place so that no one else can steal them.” You state matter of factly, heading towards your room. Bucky still follows you expecting to know where you stash the candy so he can have some too.
“Nuh uh uh, you don’t get to know where I hide it either, sneaky.” You say pushing him out of the doorway and closing your door. No one was allowed to touch your stash of peanut butter eggs or there would be hell to pay.
Later that night you were asleep in your room when you heard a strange noise. You slowly opened your eyes and kept as still as possible. You were trying to figure out who or what was in your room. You reached under your pillow and grabbed the knife you kept there for instances like this. You slowly pulled out the knife and sat up as quietly as you could. You walked over to the doorway and opened the door as quietly as possible. You stepped out into the hallway and made your way to the kitchen where you heard the noise. You peaked around the doorway into the kitchen and the sight made you gasp.
“Bucky!? What the heck!!?? You scared the shit out of me!” You yell at him. He hadn’t heard you come down the hallway, even with his super hearing so when you yelled at him he jumped and dropped the bag of candy that was in his hand.
He slowly turns around and faces you with a sly grin on his face. “Sorry doll, couldn’t help myself, needed more of those peanut butter eggs.”
You groan at him not very happy at being woken up from your sleep because he wanted more peanut butter eggs. “You woke me up because you wanted freaking peanut butter eggs! You better be glad that I like you too much otherwise I would have used this knife on you!” You exclaim very loudly, not realizing that you had just told Bucky that you liked him.
Bucky just stared at you for a second trying to process what you had just said. Once you realized what you said your eyes got really big and you just stood there with your mouth open trying to figure out what to say. Bucky takes a step closer to you and keeps getting closer until he is as close as he could be.
“Did… did you… just say you liked me?” He whispers, his voice so close that it gives you shivers.
“Ummm… maybe….” You breath out trying to not show the quiver in your voice at having him so close to you. He reaches his hand up and caresses your cheek, making your heart beat faster than it ever had before. You’re sure he could hear your heart beating, but you could only focus on the feeling of his hand on your cheek.
He starts leaning towards you and soon enough you feel his lips on yours. Your hands come up and wrap around his neck, running your fingers through his hair The kiss deepens as you both get into the kiss more. Soon enough you’re pushed up against the closest wall as the kiss gets more heated.
You pulled away to catch your breath. Bucky rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavy. “I like you too, by the way.” Bucky says as he leans in to kiss you again.
Hello!! So I realized that @buckysforeverprincess is horrible at reblogging fics after I read them. Many people probably feel as though I’m not supporting them, but I sometimes find myself awkward in my replies. So I’ve created a side blog for fics that I’m tagged in and those I find on my own. If you follow me here you’ll be able to see everything I find!! This way I can still support you all and others can find some great fics!!! Fell free to continue tagging me on my main blog, or you can tag this one too.
Question for Princess, which fic are you most proud of and why?
I’m most proud of my King of New York series. Such a roller coaster of emotions and twists. Besides, I loved writing bad ass Bucky! Thanks for asking anon!
*Okay so this is my first EVER attempt at writing fan fic, so please be kind 😂
*Length: just over 690 words
*Warnings: Dangerously Cheesy Fluff!
*For @buckysforeverprincess writing challenge and it's late, sorry 😟
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Panic. Panic wasn't even strong enough of a word to describe the heart pounding rush running through you. You curse yourself, how could you be so stupid? You had turned your back at the playground for literally one minute and now you find yourself in a frantic hunt to find your 4-year-old niece.
“My sister is going to kill me” you mutter under your breath.
How does she do this every day, you think to yourself? You love your niece but just babysitting for one afternoon was enough to make you want your tubes tied. Now she's missing, and like a sign from the universe, that you shouldn't have children anyway because you'd stink at it!
You were about to have a panic attack when you hear the tell tale happy squeal of your niece just beyond a hedge row lining the main walkway of the much larger surrounding park. You break into a sprint that has your out of shape self gasping for air and as you round the hedge you come face to face with your niece, but she's not alone.
A tall, broad and muscular man with longish brunette hair and eyes like a stormy sea raises from a crouching position when he notices the wide eyed woman staring at him and the little girl petting his dog, Sam.
“Does this little lady belong to you?”, he asks the woman as the little girl turns her head, noticing the woman.
“Auntie! This is Sam, isn't he pretty?”
This makes both adults let out a laugh as the woman sighs in relief, walks over to the child, crouches and embraces her.
“Claire, I was so worried. Thank Christ you're okay! You can't wander off like that!”. The woman looks up at the man “I thought I was about to have a heart attack when I couldn't find her.”
“I happened to be walking by with Sam here when we noticed this little one just standing alone. I was about to bring her over to the playground to see if her parents were around but you found us first”, he smiled down at you.
As you stand up, you hold out your hand to shake his. “I can't even begin to thank you, Mr?...”. “Oh, I'm Bucky, Bucky Barnes.” “Well I'm Y/N and this is Claire, my niece, who I'm failing at babysitting today”, you say with a laugh and he smiles at you again. “Don't be so hard on yourself, doll face. I had 3 younger sisters I looked after all the time growing up, I know how quick and tricky these little guys can be!”. “That's kind of you to say, I feel less like a jackass now!”, you say with a laugh and he smiles again. And damn, that was a nice smile you thought as you monetarily get lost in his eyes.
“Can we keep him?”, you hear Claire say, knocking you out of your daze.
“Keep who Claire-bear? “Keep Bucky auntie! I heard mommy telling you that you need a man and I like Bucky and he's got a good doggy!”. This makes Bucky let out a big laugh as you facepalm, while turning multiple shades of red.
“Kids say the darndest thing, don't they”, you say as both Claire and Bucky giggle.
“Sam and I were about to get some ice cream. Would you and Claire like to join us?”. Before you can kindly decline Claire jumps up, joyfully,asking “Can we, can we, can we, please?” Bucky sees your apprehension but he flashes you that swoon worthy grin again and you cave.
“Okay, I guess so. I mean it's the least I can do, buy you a cone for saving my butt today.” Claire cheers, Sam barks and Bucky laughs
