Detective Bucky who needs overtime and ends up patrolling the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and Peter who gets arrested and stuck in the drunk tank from Wednesday night to Monday afternoon
Sometimes Peter likes to get all dolled up and go out dancing but crime doesn't sleep so maybe he ends up preventing a mugging. Cops get called. After interviews and he is pretty sure some of the cops are laughing about him.
Then rolls up Detective(s) Steve and or Bucky.
Peter and his Aunt live next door. When Peter turned 18 he finally got access to his families estate and bought him and May a nice modest fixer upper Brownstone. Steve and or Bucky have even come over and helped with demoing the walls and helping remove the cabinets in the kitchen as they remodel.
Once he/they notice Peter they stare for a moment before approaching. They weren't used to seeing Peter in tight fashionable clothing. And that mascara definitely makes his long lashes more noticeable and make his Bambi eyes stand out more. The glitter on his collarbone and highlights on his cheeks. They were so used to seeing him in baggy nerdy t-shirt or under many layers. Covered in grease stains, dirt, dust and covered in ink.
Peter is embarrassed that they see him but also relieved cause he finally feels safe with them there.
Def ends up being escorted home. And maybe they start coming around more and or inviting Peter out on dates.
Could be one pairing or another. Maybe a thruple situation. Could even be abo.
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Cop!Bucky
In the Arms of Justice by @avengerofyourheart
The Witness by @wkemeup
Deception by @revengingbarnes
Seven Thirty by @nacho-bucky
Live Wild by @redgillan
By Any Other Name by @wkemeup
Stucky
Edge of the water by @floatingpetals Merman!
Fallen from Grace by @the-mighty-jellybean ABO
(Sequel) Rising From the Earth
Royal!Bucky
Courage and Kindness by @writemarvelousthings
For Love by @moonbeambucky
Frozen Heart by @the-omni-princess
Heart of Steal by @invisibleanonymousmonsters
The Maidens Touch by @fafulous
All I ask of you by brooklynboys
Ceo!Bucky
Strictly Confidential by @world-of-aus
The Quest for Love by @sgtjbuccky
Power Over Me by @sinner-as-saint
College!Bucky
Ladykiller by @mymoonagedaydream
For The Love Of The Game by @pellucid-constellations
Dark cop Bucky Barnes x reader
warnings: dubcon/noncon/cnc, 18+ smut, public smut, angst, fluff
masterlist
Y/n had just finished a long shift at work and couldn’t wait until she was home and cuddled up on the couch with her loving boyfriend. Her boss had pushed her buttons all day long, making her do stuff that wasn’t actually in her job description and throw insult after insult at her. But she held on to the idea that in a few weeks she would be able to start somewhere else. What helped too was the fact that she knew her boyfriend always helped her destress in any way she might need or want. Y/n just wanted to get home as soon as possible, she only had her eyes on the road. She didn’t see how fast she was going or the police cruiser that drove behind her until it was too late.
blue and red lights filled the night sky making her jump in her seat. “Shit” she called out when she saw the cruiser behind her signaling to pull over. Now it would even take longer before she could get home. “great, just great” she mumbles to herself as she moves her car to the side of the road and turned off her engine.
She watched as an officer got out of the cruiser and made his way over to her. She had to admit to herself the man looked so hot, with broad shoulders and arms that seemed too big for the uniform that he was wearing. His brown hair tied back in a bun and two steel blue eyes that seemed to see everything around him. When the officer was only a few steps away from her, she started to roll down the window and grabbed her purse ready to get her id out.
“Good evening ma’am, I’m officer Barnes. Driver’s license and id, please.” the officer said with a deep voice once he stood next to her open window.
“Is there a problem sir?” y/n asks as she hands him her id and driver’s license not knowing why he pulled her over.
“Do you know how fast you were driving ma’am?” he responds as he looks over the documents.
“Sorry sir, I don’t know how fast I was going,” she responded
“ You were driving 75mph, that’s 10mph too fast.”
“Oh I’m so sorry sir, I’ll drive slower from now on. I just wanted to go home as fast as I could, I had a hard day at work and my boyfriend is waiting for me.”
‘Oh god, why did she tell him that, she sounded pathetic’ she thought to herself, she couldn’t have him thinking that she was trying to play him.
“Well I’m sorry you had a hard day ma’am but that’s no excuse for speeding. I fear that I will have to write you a ticket.” he shrugged as he placed her documents on top of her care while he got a notepad and a pen out of his pocket and started to write something on it.
“Please sir, can’t you just give me a warning? This is the first time I’ve been pulled over, I never once got a ticket before. You can check that if you want. Please I’m a good girl, I promise.” she started to stammer hoping that the officer would take mercy on her because like she said she had never gotten a ticket before.
Officer Barnes looked at her and softly smirked as he stopped writing.
‘please let him give me a warning’ she kept saying in her mind, not noticing as the officer looked at her with what seemed to be mischief in his eyes.
“ A warning? I’m not really one for giving warnings ma’am,” he started before he opened her door.
“Get out of the car for a minute ma’am,” he told her, and without a word she did what he asked. Officer Barnes reached behind her and pulled the keys from out the ignition and placed them on top of her id and driver’s license.
Y/n had no clue what was happening or what would follow next, she was just confused. Was this part of getting a ticket?
“I’ll give you a chance to turn that ticket into a warning, but you’ll have to do exactly as I tell you, ma’am. Now turn around and place your hands on your back.” He smirks as he guides her to turn around so her back faced him. She had totally no clue what was happening, why did she have to turn around and have her hands on her back. Was he going to arrest her?
And yes soon enough she felt him put handcuffs on her wrists.
“Am I under arrest Sir?” she stammers once he makes her turn back around but he didn’t answer her, he only smirked at her and pushed her down so she was sitting on her knees in front of him.
“Show me that you are a good girl like you say you are,” he says as he zips open his pants and gets his already hard cock out stroking it softly in front of her face making her gasp out in surprise. Y/n finally realized what was happening, officer Barnes wanted her to suck his cock.
“Please sir, no, I’ll take the ticket. I’m sorry sir,” she stammers trying to avert her eyes from his cock.
"Oh no, you asked for this. Why would you tell me that you're a good girl if you didn't want to do this huh?" He smirked as he grabbed her by her hair and forced her to look up at him. "Now be a good little slut and suck my cock!" He growled at her but she only flinched at his tone which made him only angrier. He grabbed her jaw, forced her mouth open, and pushed his cock into her mouth. Y/n was powerless against his grip, she could only hope this would be over soon as she squeezes her eyes shut while officer Barnes started to fuck her mouth. He still had an iron grip on her jaw as he moved his hips. "Open your eyes slut." He growls as he uses one hand to pull on her hair again. "Now show me that you can be a good little girl and suck my cock properly. You wouldn't want it if your boyfriend suddenly hears how unfateful you were to him." He growls but starts to laugh when y/n's eyes shoot open in fear before she starts to bob her head on his cock. "That's it, be the good little slut you are." He chuckled as he enjoyed the sight in front of him. As seconds passed by she started to put more effort into sucking his cock and she was actually making him moan at the feeling. "See you can be a good girl if you want to." He chuckled before pulling her mouth off his cock, pulled her to her feet, and dragged her over to his cruizer where he pushed her face first down against the hood of the car. y/n could only cry and beg as he manhandled her.
“Please let me go Sir, Please, I have a boyfriend,” she sobs as officer Barnes pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties down.
“So what, I have a wife” he chuckles in her ear as he teases her entrance with the tip of his hard cock making her jump at the contact. The officer only laughed at the reaction, moved a hand to her clit, and started to rub it in rough circles. y/n couldn’t hold back her moans, she shouldn’t enjoy this, this is wrong she thought to herself but she couldn’t help herself.
“that’s it, moan for me. I know you like it, you’re soaked already,” he smirks before grabbing her by the back of her neck with one hand as he guided his hard cock to her opening and pushed inside her with one hard thrust. He didn’t give her time to adjust to his size and just started to set a brutal pace as he held her face against the hood of his car. Tears kept falling from y/n’s eyes as his cock used her pussy for his own pleasure. But she had to admit to herself that it felt good, amazing even as he hits all the spots that made her moan out louder. His cock was the biggest she had ever had, she could feel every inch of him as he moved inside of her. She knew that he wouldn’t go easy on her if she kept resisting, maybe she should just ride it out and hope for the best. What could she do? It wasn’t like anyone would believe her anyway. Nobody would believe it when she would tell people that a cop raped her. So she gave in, gave in to the pleasure she could already feel, and started to move her hips to meet his thrusts.
“Look at that, such a little slut being a good girl. That’s right, fuck yourself on my cock.” officer Barnes growled out when he felt her move against him and started to thrust even harder and faster.
“God, you’re cunt feels so tight and good around my cock.”...” squeezing me so good.”...” gonna fill you up with my seed till it sticks”... “you’ll carry my child” he moans as he could feel himself getting closer to his orgasm.
“Common, cum on my cock,” he says as he starts to rub at her clit again.
y/n didn’t care anymore what was happening and who might hear or see them and moaned loudly as she could feel her walls tighten around his cock. It didn’t take long before the warm overwhelming feeling of her orgasm washed over her and made her scream out in pleasure.
“That’s it, that’s it,” he moaned as his thrusts started to get sloppy, and not long after he came with a loud moan. After a few slower thrusts he completely stops moving, quickly removes the handcuffs from her wrist, and softly starts to massage her shoulders.
“Are you okay baby? Did I hurt you?” he asked in worry as he started to step away from her.
“No! Please Bucky, don’t move yet, don’t leave” Y/n panted a bit in panic as she quickly grabbed his arm to keep him from pulling away from her.
“It’s okay baby, I’m here. I ain’t going anywhere” Bucky spoke lovingly as he carefully pulled her upper body up against his chest.
“ I got you baby, you’re safe,” he kept reassuring her as he held her close as y/n caught her breath.
“ do you think we did it this time?” y/n asked him when her heart rate slowed down and she could breathe normally again.
“I hope so doll, I would love to see your belly swell with my child.” he smiled at her before he lets his softening cock slip from her and pulled her clothes back in place before tucking his cock back into his pants and zipping it up.
“I’ll drive us home, draw you a nice hot bath before ordering some take out. I’ll pick up your car during my morning run,” Bucky suggests as he leads her to the cruiser’s passenger seat and helps her get comfy in her seat before running to her car, he grabs her purse, documents and locks up her car before getting into the driver’s seat of his cruizer.
“I love you wifey,” he says before kissing her deeply for the first time that evening.
I should be doing a thousand other things, like writing on my own stories. But I could not stay away from Ama @itsanerdlife Tumblr page, because she is brilliant. And I ended up rereading the fantastic series Ever After, that Ama posted last year. And it inspired me to do this moodboard.
Storyline: Y/N is dumped through a text, drinks some Vodka and decides to get revenge. Instead, she meets Police Officer Steve Rogers and after a drunken night together her life changes forever.
You can read the story here: Ama’s third Steve Rogers Series Masterlist
Summary: No one wonders about the horrors that prey in the darkness, all the horrors that he witnesses so others don't have the burden of crime haunting their nightmares. [Police AU]
Warnings: None - [Steve Approved]
A/N: This one is for @buckthegrump for @bucky-smiles' Secret Santa writing challenge, I’m so terribly sorry for being late! I’ve re-written this at least three times and ended up here - hope you like it!
It's the feeling of familiarity that calms his racing thoughts; the cool air caressing his face, the peaceful hum of some melody teasing his ears, the alluring fragrance of home. It dissolves the touch of all the horrors he endures and lives through daily. There's a sense of peace and tranquillity that he finds nowhere else but here - all alone in the corner, away from innocent eyes.
A sigh escapes his lips when the stack of paper-filled case files leaves his tired grip and cascades onto the table, sharp edges of crime scene photos and evidence peaking out of their place. The files reveal nothing less than unsettling descriptions of sinister crimes and damages to victims, all tainted by the lurid strokes of a murderous red. His eyes glide over the words, subconsciously painting the reality onto his recurrent nightmares that embrace him to his slumber.
The abrupt presence of a marble coffee mug diverts his attention to the apologetic barista. Like some primal reflex, his arms subtly shield the contents of the files from curious eyes - purity doesn't need to be scarred by the unfortunate truth, he thinks.
"Long day, Sergeant?"
He laughs. Smiling at the sheer touch of simplicity lingering behind her words, she joins in and he recalls a time when he too was this youthful, this unaware of all malice and prejudice lurking amongst the good. He almost misses it. Going about his day, not regularly looking over his shoulder for suspicious activity, not instinctively reaching for the gun strapped to his side - not caring about anyone or anything but himself.
"Always."
It seems selfish now. Filling his mind with such thoughts after seeing, with his own eyes, all kinds of darkness plaguing the streets of New York. Constantly reminding himself that 'someone should be responsible for the safety of the people' whenever he reconsiders ever accepting this uneven trail of life.
As she turns to retreat to the coffee machine, a mere flash of white grasps his concentration. He studies as you chat with the barista, switching the stack of patient records over to your other hand, a simple dance of friendly smiles when you catch him staring. The buzzing of his phone shreds any chance of introducing himself; he groans, managing to glimpse at the message before rubbing his temple in defeat. And when he realizes you are already gone, the pace of his footsteps begins to fade along with the distant possibility of ever seeing you again.
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Breathing in the fresh, crisp breeze in the AM on an early jog is a part of the job cherishes most; the desolate alleys, the streaks of the morning glow across the soaring skies, the sounds of oblivion. Across miles of barren streets, he hears the delicate hustling of the city awakening another day.
The aroma of caffeine hones his senses as he pushes the door, welcome by the array of beaming baristas already preparing his order - another part of the job he admires. The dark creamy liquid swirls around, melting into a cup of sugary bliss, it's naturally routine when he continues to his corner, but realizes it's occupied by you.
Stepping behind the bookshelves, he runs his free hand through his sweaty hair in a pathetic attempt to tame it down. A short breath escapes him before he moves into your line of sight, indicating his presence by clearing his throat.
The quirk of your eyebrows stills his breathing, his eyes flicker to the seat opposite yours, silently asking for permission. And when you respond with a smile, the coffee nearly spills atop the pristine files on the table. There's no conversation, his mind is blank, anxious even as he sips on the scorching hot liquid.
A chuckle escapes your lips, his eyes shift to yours in surprise. The reddening of his cheeks becomes more apparent as you gaze at his reaction and for a moment, he forgets the burning sensation on his tongue.
"Here." You say, nudging a bottle of water in his direction.
He mumbles a 'thank you', grateful for the rush of cool water simmering the sizzle of fire down his throat. Though the feeling of elation disappears as swiftly as it came when you begin to gather your belongings. His arm grasps yours - halting your movements. The soft warmth of your skin beneath his calloused hands jumbles the well-rehearsed line pausing at the tip of his tongue.
"Sergeant?"
"I- would you like to have coffee sometime? With me?" He stutters, noticing your eyes flick to his arm holding yours - he releases it in an instant.
"I'd love to, my shift ends at seven. Is that alright?" Your question goes unheard to his ears and you know it based on the boyish grin he attempts to bite back.
"Yeah - yeah, that's great!" He says, bouncing his foot underneath the table. As you walk past him, the fragrance of your perfume tickles his nose and he takes a deep breath before snapping his head towards the door, "Wait! I don't know your name."
"Y/N." And that's the only thing he hears despite the loud sounds of the city outside.
The blanket of darkness settles over the daylight, the luminous glow of the moon casting a glistening spotlight over the row of buildings. The tiny lamps dispersed across the cafe flicker on and the room is lightened by a faint golden hue. A glance at your phone and the time reads 7:02 pm. He's probably running late, you think, shoving other thoughts away from your stream of consciousness.
Ever so often, your attention focuses on the door as it opens, straightening your posture before realizing it's another stranger that strolls in. Your thumbs fiddle with your phone, lighting up the screen and the time now reads 7:12 pm. 'Doctors end up with doctors for a reason', some relative's words circles in your mind.
He nudges the door with the good shoulder, wincing when a sharp jolt of pain shoots up the left arm. He catches his reflection on the glass pane; dark strands of hair falling out of place, little wounds and gashes scattering his body - he doesn't look too good nor does he feel too good. He stumbles onto the couch, leaning his head back against the velvet and locks eyes with you from across the room.
Wasting no more time, you make your way towards him. He doesn't miss the faint gasp that leaves your lips when you take in his injured state. Your hand reaches out, grabbing the side of his face as you lean forward to examine the cuts on his cheeks. He stares at your features, the deep colour of your eyes, the curl of your eyelashes, the way you bite your lips.
"What's wrong, Doc?" He asks, lightening the mood. But when the distance between your bodies decreases, he holds his breath because he's convinced you can hear the rushing beat of his heart.
"You're late." You say, taking in the rich musk of his cologne. The honeyed tone of his laughter reaches your ears and you forget how long you were waiting in the first place. "And, it's Doc-in-training."
He shrugs in response, "Was a little occupied." The deep timbre of his voice has your stomach twisting for more.
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There's a spring in his step as he speeds up the stairs to your apartment. Grace, the barista, had told him you didn't come in for your morning coffee as soon as he had wandered in and examined the room. It's been nearly a week since he last kissed you goodbye before leaving for a case - and he just couldn't wait for another second longer.
With a quick knock against the wood, he waits for the shuffling of your footsteps, the creaking of the door - yet he hears nothing, just pure silence. It reminds him of his morning jogs, but this was nowhere near comforting. He shakes the doorknob in a furious effort to force the lock open. There's a brief pause before he kicks the door, all familiar memories of breaking into houses flooding into his mind - not yours, not you.
He prepares himself to see the worst, to see red all over. Unfortunately or fortunately - he can't decide - the place is as clean as it ever was. Everything placed in its precise spot. He scans through the apartment, with a heaviness in his chest and the blood in his face drains as he walks into your room.
A knife.
On the wall.
A piece of paper.
And he knows exactly where you are.
He's impatient. Eyes flicking to the watch resting on his wrist. Just wishing for all this to disappear and have you safe in his arms, away from all darkness only he sees lying in the streets amongst the good. He ignores the muffling of police commands from the walkie-talkie, darting out the car as the tires screech to a stop. The gun sneaks back into its position, the agony of fear never seeps through his thoughts - but this time, his weakness is you.
The alleys are lit up by the dark and he doesn't notice two guards sneak up from behind and beat him to his knees. He doesn't register the shocks of anguish all over his body as he's brought to the main room and forced on the cold, hard gravel.
He hears whimpers from the side and he recognizes that voice in a heartbeat. No amount of pain he had ever felt in his life matches what trembles its path into his soul. With a glimpse at your frightened form, he longs to erase this memory from your mind, gladly accepting the worst if it meant you could escape from this reality, 'purity doesn't need to be scarred by the unfortunate truth’, he thinks.
"Take me instead." He spits out, immediately feeling a burning sensation as the guards kick him in the sides.
"Bucky! Let me help him, please!" You shout, fighting against the tightness of the ropes.
The sound of devilish laughter follows, hollow footsteps pausing right in front of you. The man forces a gun into your tied up hands, pushing you forward - into Bucky's line of sight.
"You shoot him, or I'll kill you both." He smirks, releasing his hand from your shoulder. You turn at the sound of Bucky's groans, he sends you the same smile he did the first time you met and the gun threatens to speak. He gives you a nod, glancing at his watch once more.
"I'm gonna need your help, Doc." The words float in the air like a magic spell, an unknown strength within you arises and you slam the spine of the gun towards the man behind you.
Heavy footsteps roar from across the shadowy room, you hear the rattling of bullets, the enraged shouts as Bucky rushes to you. He signals the rest of the officers with different instructions and tears the rope's grip on your innocence. Strong arms draw you to an embrace before evacuating the area and you notice the blood streaming out his abdomen. Guiding his hand with yours, you firmly push against the wound, the pressure ceases the blood flow, he flinches from the tension on the cut. Your other hand rests on his shoulder as you stand on tip-toes, sealing the gap between your lips.
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He's running. He feels the lack of oxygen in his lungs as his feet hit the cement in a hurry. The watch glares at him with a dull 5:55 am when the cool air surrounds him again, he feels secure. Grace motions to the corner and his signature million-dollar grin makes an appearance when he sees you reading. The feeling of familiarity swirls in his mind, and all the darkness fades into the past.
A/N: Soooo, if you know me at all you know that thick Bucky is my religion and I love him with all of my heart. These new pictures of Sebastian on the set of ‘Devil All The Time’ have got me twisted. Literally I’ve been fawning over them for days. That man is too much for me and my libido and this is the product of that.
Word Count: 2k+
Rating: This particular chapter is pretty mild, lots of cursing mostly- the next chapter, and the ones to come after that will be extremely explicit though so get your bodies ready.
Summary: Moving back home was never in her itinerary, but after the loss of a family member and being fired from her job, she finds herself back in the town she grew up in and face to face with the man who’d haunted her teenage wet dreams. Now in her early twenties, maybe she can do something to make those dreams a reality.
A Plus Size Reader x Dad!Cop!Thick!Bucky Barnes story
It’s a surreal moment for you- waking up in your old room. The one that you’d grown up in, that you hadn't spent more than a couple nights at a time in- in the last six years.
Like some weird, out of body experience. Looking at the ceiling through blurry, sleep bogged eyes, with the sun shining clear and bright through the curtains fills your stomach with nostalgia that makes you feel like you might barf.
You sit up, trudge to the bathroom, half feeling like you’re about to get ready for school or something- about to but on your Volleyball uniform or something.
While you're brushing your teeth you can't manage to drag your eyes away from your reflection. The bags under your eyes, that are ever present, seem to be deeper. Probably from all the moving you’d done in the past couple of days.
Picking up your entire life, and moving it from Brooklyn all the way back to Springs Port had not been easy.
Luckily your friends had been game for the three hour drive, and the little bit of heavy lifting(Pietro and Quill we’re life savers) when it came to your bed and room furniture. You’d sold your couches and tables. You didn't have your own place anymore, didn't know when you would again and since you we’re currently unemployed, you could use all of the extra cash that you could get.
That was you:
Living back at home. Job less. And broke- because you used that almost all of that furniture money to rent the U-Haul.
In that moment, with those harsh truths, you can't manage to look at your reflection anymore.
After taking a shower and getting ready- contouring and highlighting and concealing all of your self hate away, you do feel a bit better. It was a coping mechanism, yes. But You needed to be presentable anyways, you think.
You’re fine. You are fine, Y/N. Everything’s fine.
If you keep repeating it, and accept it as your reality, you’ll feel better, right?
You linger on that thought as you eat breakfast, which is a definite perk of being back home. Your grandmother stands near the stove- a pan hot and the kitchen full of the delectable smells of not only the omelets she was stirring up, but the crock pot that had who knows what already brewing.
Also, the ever present, and pungent herby smell of marijuana that followed her ever since her accident undercurrents that.
It sure beat the instant oatmeal you used to eat mornings back in the city.
“That smells so ridiculously good” You start as you slide onto one of the chairs at the kitchen bar “Also, good morning, Grams”
“Good morning, baby bird. You’re up early” She comments, as she gives you a knowing side eye “Or did you not sleep at all last night?”
There's honestly no use lying to her. She’d always had this sixth sense when it came to that- it had made your childhood a bitch.
“I slept. A little bit” you defend yourself, pouring yourself the cucumber orange juice she’d made. Sounds weird- is actually extremely refreshing. She likes to make weird concoctions with the fruits and vegetables she grows in her garden.
You get another one of those all knowing looks.
“Okay I didn't sleep as much as I could have, but I was just getting everything else unpacked. I’m finally done” you punctuate with an innocent shrug.
“You unpacked all those boxes? Y/N Y/M/N, there was about twenty of them. You’re not supposed to get unpacked in 24 hours, you need to give yourself time to process this change in your life. I really thought that indica was going to help. You should’a been knocked on your ass” She tells you as she plates up your food and sets it in front of you.
You thank her, and bite your tongue about the whole “processing” thing. She’d been all about that lately- since Grandma Vee died a few months ago and she’d started her group therapies; she’d become some kind of self made, self help guru.
You figure it’s better that then her falling apart.
You’re all kind of waiting for her to fall apart.
“I was thinking i’d go into town and job hunt today” You bring up the topic softly, both of you most of the way through your spinach, bacon, mushroom and goat cheese omelet.
She tutts at you, of course she does.
“I invited you to come back and live with me, I’m not expecting you to pay for anything, you know that” You love the way she words it. You wonder if she really thinks of it that way, that you’re here for her benefit and not the other way around.
“Grams, I get that I really do. But I have like fifteen bucks to my name right now. Even if it’s just something part time, I need to work” You tell her, in complete seriousness.
You’d had a job, steadily, since you were fourteen years old and the broke bitch life wasn’t for you.
She fussed, tells you that you that she is very capable of helping you with whatever you need. Promptly informs you that Grandma Vee’s life insurance will hold both of you down for a long while.
You don’t get how she can talk about her death so easily. Calm and level headed. It’s still that iron hot pain that comes from losing a loved one that burns for you. You’d felt it before and yet it didn’t dull one bit this time around.
“Yeah, that’s gonna be a fuck no from me. You have to use that money for you, grams. You know she’d want you to” is your blunt reply and she chuckles and throws her napkin at you as you stand.
“You watch your language in my fucking house, girl. You’ve always had such a bad potty mouth”
It’s inherited, you don’t tell her.
With a few more words of dissuasion from her and a kiss on the head and the reassurance that you’d still help her with her garden, even if you were working from you, you grab your keys and walk out into the already hot, New Jersey air.
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It’s summer, mid June and Spring Port is and has always been a resort town. Sea side and picturesque- people flood in during the summer season.
It doesn’t surprise you that the towns square is currently a tourist trap and that parking is hard as shit to find. No matter, you find a space eventually.
Your turquoise Jeep Wrangler is the same one you’d driven before college, that you hadn't taken to the city with you. It has some issues sometimes- the starters a little finicky and has to be worked on every six months or so, but it honestly still runs like a charm. Can get you from A to B just fine now, and you guess it is way better than subways and busses.
You end up walking around the entire towns square, and you’re glad you’d gone with slides instead of wedges. Everyone seems to be hiring, tourist season and all. And in the end you fill out four applications- handwritten at that which you think is a little funny.
It’s not that Springs Port is tiny really- with a population of 12, 000, there are definitely smaller places. Towns square is actually pretty decently sized- about twenty five or so tiny stores and restaurants scattered along main street. There’s a theater. Three gas stations. You guys don't have a Walmart in the towns perimeters technically- but there's one just a few miles away. And everything's waterfront, the docs a skip away. The Atlantic a continual backdrop.
Compared to New York though, it’s a blip on the map,. It feels smaller to you now that you’ve lived in the big wide world.
You’re walking down the cross of Harbor and Main- on your way to Goodies- which you hear Angie now owns, to meet Wanda and B for lunch when your feet get stuck where you are.
Frozen on the spot.
As you look at the flower shop, that’s overflowing with greenery across the street.
Infinity Flowers-
You can't help the draw to the store. Your feet seem to have a mind of their own- and you end up inside before you can really think of it.
Hell, it smells just like it used to. You haven't stepped foot in here since…
It’s pretty busy in the shop- it always was though. Best flower arrangements in the whole Garden state was it’s slogan, and it only exaggerated a little.
“I’ll be with you in one sec- Oh! Y/N” The bleach blond head that belongs to none other then Mantis bobs as she comes over and envelops you in a tight hug “I heard you we’re back in town! I was wondering when you we’re going to come in. I haven't seen you in so, so long”
She says all of this without letting you go and you chuckle and endure it because this was Mantis. Always such a hugger.
“Yeah, I was just job hunting in town and I thought I’d stop by”
“So you’re back for good then, yes?” She asks, after letting you go. Going to greet another customer warmly, while still managing to small talk to you. She’d always been good at making people feel at ease.
You tell her not really, just for the moment, as you fix the hydrangeas in the window display. They have them all wrong-
“Those we’re always her favorite” Mantis tells you what you already know and you nod and swallow the bit of sadness that bubbles up.
This. Is why you tend to stay away from this store. Thoughts of your late mother assault your psyche here, always- but also...you can't help but feel like you’re supposed to be here. Some of your happiest childhood memories we’re in this shop, surrounded by flowers. You can recall the sound of your mother’s laughter best here…
You leave the shop, after you’ve filled out an application.
You don't know why you did it but-
“I’m pretty sure I just got a job at Infinity Flowers” You inform Wanda and B, who are already sat at a booth in the little pub waiting for you when you get there. Sharon couldn't get a break from the station to come, but you couldn't hate her for it. She was just living her dream.
“Really?” Wanda asks, attempting to choose her words wisely “That's- I would never expect for that to be where you’d decide to work”
“What she means; is do you think that’s a good idea? There’s ghosts for you in there girly” B, Brunhilde(she’d kill anyone who used her full name though) has always been the bolder one in your group of friends. And that would never change.
“Mmm, I don't know what I think. Wanna day drink about it?” You suggest with a shrug as you go to wave down a waitress. One of their house made hard lemonades we’re sounding real good right now…
“Bitch, some of us have to go back to work” Wanda argues while B excitedly agrees, telling you that she’s already started.
Two and a half house lemonades later you are sufficiently buzzed and feeling better. Wanda has to get back to work at the antiques gift shop though, you you leave Angie a hefty tip(or rather your employed friends do) and head out.
It’s hot as hell, honestly and you think you might go sit on the beach for a while until you sober up enough to drive- you’re telling your friends that when you see a patrol car roll up to the bakery on the corner.
Out of the driver's seat exits one Bucky Barnes. AKA your teenage wet dream.
And holy god, does he look good. He’s flanked by a tall dark skinned man who you don't recognize, but who is also pretty damn fine.
You know you’re ogling, and your friends are laughing at you and taunting you, but in that moment you really don't care.
“Hot damn, he is still so fine, oh my god” You groan and Wanda chuckles as she lights up a cigarette.
“Yeah? The dad bod doing it for you?” She questions on an exhale of smoke.
“Totally. Is it possible that he got even more attractive? Like? How? And why did Sharon not tell me about this” You try to pull your eyes away from him, you really do.
But you’re a little drunk and the feelings you’d harbored for the older man come trickling back. Yeah, he’s gained some weight. Is broader- his shoulders big. His whole frame hulking. But he still has that swoon worthy dark hair, and that jawline you could see even from here. You wonder if his eyes we’re still that stormy blue color that you’d spent literal years dreaming about...You desperately wish you could go up and take a closer look.
“He’s really been hitting those doughnuts since the divorce, huh?” B snarks and you turn a cold glare at her.
“Don't body shame him. That’s disgusting” You snap and she holds up a hand.
“Jesus, you know I’m just kidding. I forgot how fucking touchy you are about him” She defends herself and you try not to go on a rant about how talking about anyone's body, male female or anyone in between.
You end up doing it anyway and the whole time Wanda grins and tells you how much she’s missed you, and B tells you how much of a sensitive cunt you are.
All in all, it’s good to be home. Even if you are a total failure of a human being at the moment, your brain can't help but tac on to the end. As you watch the police cruiser pull out of the parking lot, and think about the man that sits inside- you think about the fact that you aren't sixteen anymore. And he’s not married...
And in that moment- you realize just how good it is to be home.
And there it is. If you'd like to be tagged in future chapters, please let me know! I’m thinking, and have this planned out to be about five chapters. Just a sexy, juicy, emotional quick read. Some Angst ridden smut coming your way!
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