Summary: You are on a mission of your own when you get caught by a certain superhero.
You take in a deep breath before taking a step out of the bright yellow taxi and shutting the door. You look straight up, scanning the wide, glass covered, thirty-floor building looking for anything out of the ordinary. You then nervously fix your blouse and straighten out your skirt before heading towards the main doors of the building. You understood why they picked you for this mission, but you were just the healer. You didn’t put your life at risk like this. Like the others….
“Y/N once you get through the doors there will be a security checkpoint. You are going to need to use the I.D. badge that I gave you and swipe it at the scanner. It should hopefully work and get you in,” says one of your teammates, Ida, through the intercom placed in your ear.
“Hopefully?” you hiss quietly, “You mean to tell me this might not work?”
“I am 99% sure that this will work. I mean, come on. It’s me we are talking about,” she replies rather smug.
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Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU
Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.
When Seungkwan invited you to be in one of his videos, you’d been under the impression that it would be a one time thing, but that wasn’t how it played out in the end. Since you lived in the apartment across the hall, Seungkwan had come and knocked on your door one day and asked if you would like to be in a YouTube video. He was wondering if you wanted to be in a reaction video with him since he was close friends with the creators of the channel (Wonwoo and Woozi) and felt that having an “outside” perspective would be nice.
You’d agreed to help him out and the video and when the feedback was nicer than you’d hoped, Seungkwan decided to invite you to every WonWooJi reaction he did. His subscribers really enjoyed seeing him interact with others and some enjoyed your interactions with Seungkwan so much that they started shipping the two of you. You always found a few “are they dating?” or “am i the only one who likes these two together over verkwan?” or “S H I P” and the likes scattered throughout the comments section. Though you and Seungkwan had never discussed those comments because you were a little embarrassed to bring it up, you weren’t displeased with them since you did harbor a little crush on the boy.
The knocking on the door quickly transitioned to an elaborate drum beat on your door, letting you know that it was Boo Seungkwan at your door.
“New WonWooJi video. My door’s unlocked so just come over whenever you’re ready.” You nodded at the boy who gave you a bright smile before heading back across the hall without another word as you knew what he was saying.
When you finished freshening up a bit for the camera, you headed across the hall, being sure to lock your door behind you. You closed the door behind you as you entered the apartment Seungkwan shared with Vernon to find Seungkwan fixing the lighting in the corner Seungkwan did most of his videos in.
“Oh, he’s in LA visiting Joshua hyung - you know the one that had the purple hair for a while - so I’m on my own for a bit.” You nodded and the two of you talked for a bit before deciding to start the reaction video.
“Hi! I’m here again which means it’s time for another WonWooJi reaction.” You smiled as you waved at the camera and greeted the viewers, something you’d only just recently started to get more comfortable with. “Hopefully we won’t end up crying this time.”
You and Seungkwan both laughed a little as you recalled the last WonWooJi video that had made you both extremely emotional. The last video you reacted like that to was Akdong Musician’s Melted or something, but Woozi and Wonwoo had a way with their craft.
Seungkwan assured you and the viewers that this time would be much happier and he could verify as someone who’d taken on a little cameo in this new short about “What it’s really like to date a youtuber because Wonwoo hyung thought it’d be funny.”
“All right, pressing play in 3 2″
You hit the space bar before Seungkwan could get to 1, drawing some protest from him to which you simply responded by sticking your tongue out at him.The video started playing with the same logo as always and you began to watch the video.
When Mingyu followed his on screen girlfriend and filmed everything - including their trip to take out the trash and even to the bathroom, you laughed out loud. You laughed again when Seungkwan’s cameo came and he acted as a subscriber that religiously left comments on the Mingyu’s videos that Mingyu had to explain to his girlfriend. You continued to laugh throughout the sketch and the credits started rolling all to soon.
“I think I say this every time, but this is one of my favorite videos from them so far. I’m wowed by their ability to produce such varied content and succeed in all of them. The versatility wow.” You said as the credits continued to roll. You expected the screen to go dark and video to end after the credits, but suddenly Seungkwan’s soft singing voice floated out of the speakers as a montage of your photos and memories together flashed across the monitor in front of you.
You glanced at the boy next to you in confusion and shock to find him deliberately avoiding your gaze. You fixed your eyes onto the monitor again and the memories flashed through your mind as the flashed across the screen - the time you two had gone for a 2am ice cream run, the group trip to Lotte World where you lost your watch, your school talent show way back when.
As the music faded, the screen switched to a video of Seungkwan.
“Hi, you’re probably really confused, but I had something to say but I didn’t know how to do it without it coming across as a joke or being weird, so I got some help from Wonwoo hyung. We’ve been friends for a while now and I hope you know how much you mean to me.” You were curious about how Seungkwan, Mr.I-Don’t-Do-Cringe, was doing next to you but you couldn’t bring yourself to tear your eyes away from tiny Seungkwan on the screen. “I’m sure you’ve seen the comments shipping us together and I feel like I should let you know that I ship us more. I really really like you and I hope you’ll give me a chance.”
The screen cut to black from there and the video was over. You turned to your right to find Seungkwan turning to you as well, with embarrassment and hope mixed into his face that was apparent by the way he couldn’t bring his eyes to meet yours.
“Well, looks like I’ll be finding out what it’s really like to date a YouTuber firsthand. I really really like you too.” You said.
Only then did he meet your eyes, both your faces flooded with happiness as Seungkwan came over and enveloped you in the warmest and most excited hug you’d experienced in your life. You hugged him back excited to see what the two of you would go through next. Maybe you’d even make a “What it’s like to date a YouTuber” video of your own someday.
A/N: Oh my word, I actually did a Philip fic! This was so fun to write, I hope you guys like it so I can make a part two.
The pouring rain hammered down onto the rattling windowpanes, tree branches scratching and knocking. You sighed; the storm had been non-stop for over two days now, and you needed to get home.
Your father, a New York politician, had been discussing Mr Hamilton’s debt plan, and was forced to take you with him. Your mother, a formidable yet kind woman, had been taken ill and wanted you out of the house. Huh! As if you were some silly little child who needed supervising at every waking moment.
Oh well. You had befriended the Hamilton’s son, Philip, and his little sister, Angelica. Philip was slightly older than you, but was a decent conversationalist and shared many of your views. Mrs Hamilton was a dear, offering you tea and refreshments, but you were taken in by her son. He was tall, with a sturdy build and, quite frankly, adorable freckles that dotted his face. Completed by a cheeky grin and a flirty demeanour, what else could you ask for?
Hoisting yourself up into the voluminous armchair that resided next to the softly glowing lamp, you made yourself comfortable and opened the large book that was settled in your lap. The Complete Works of Shakespeare. You adored Shakespeare, able to lose yourself in worlds of fairies and pixies, in romances and tragedies, in comedies and daring adventures. While the world outside seemed to be turned upside down with turmoil and discord, you were warm and tranquil, lost in a world where even pixies, fairies, and men with donkey heads could find love.
Time passed; the grey sky turned to black, rain and wind continuing to throw itself down and make chaos. You were almost at the end of your book when the door to the library was slammed open. After almost jumping out of your skin, you recovered your composure and looked over to the source of the noise.
The sight that greeted you was so comedic that you couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle. Philip, decked out in frilly pink bows and soft ribbons, stormed into the room, his cheeks red in embarrassment and – and makeup?
“Oh gosh, Philip, what happened to you?”
Rolling his eyes, he roamed the room in search of the hand mirror (that was placed on the table next to you). “Angelica happened.”
“What do you mean?”
Philip, having spotted the mirror, made a beeline for you and was a little too close for comfort. “Dad just had to give Angelica a makeup set for her birthday. I mean, talk about favouritism! But no, she couldn’t test it on herself, it had to be me.”
“Oh dear. Well, I must say, that’s certainly an interesting predicament.”
With the mirror now in his grasp, Philip began to frantically pull at the bows that were tied in his curls. You smiled softly. “Let me.”
Huffing, the extremely feminine-looking Philip placed himself beside you, allowing you access to the ribbon and metal grips. You started with the biggest bow that had obviously not been tied properly and was now sagging. Gently undoing the material, you placed it onto the table, straightening it out and turning back to the pouting Hamilton. After methodically removing the assorted hair accessories and sorting them into piles, you let your fingers simply run through Philip’s smooth curls, untangling any knots.
You felt him relax against you, and, despite your silent protests, your body tensed up as your cheeks flushed. The room was quiet, so you decided to strike up some sort of conversation.
“So, uh, what did you mean by ‘favouritism’? Did you ask for a makeup set on your birthday?”
You smirked as Philip turned red in indignation.
“O-Of course not! What I meant was, dad dotes over Angelica, always helping her with her piano practise, and whatever. Meanwhile, all I get is a glance and my hair messed up.”
You paused for a second, your fingers still, before continuing your ministrations.
“I’m sure he loves you just as much as Angelica, or any other of your siblings.”
“Doesn’t seem to show it.”
“Hey, I know how you feel.”
“What do you mean? It’s not like you have a million and one siblings like me.”
“Your father is a busy man, as is mine. Especially with his debt plan. You should hear what people say about him! I’m certainly glad my father is with him.”
“Ha, I’ve heard just about every slander, snub or dig at my Father there is – twice. New York isn’t exactly known for its compassion.”
“True.” People had the nerve to insult your Father’s views to your face, frequently commenting on his closeness to Mr Hamilton, or even Senator Burr.
“But still; even though he may not show it, deep down, your Father cares. I mean, he comes home every night, before leaving every morning – and then coming back home.”
“Almost every night.”
“It’s better than nothing.”
Philip sighed. “True, I guess.” He stood up, your hands falling to your sides. Yawning, you looked over at the mahogany Grandfather clock in the corner of the room. The hands showed it to be around half-past eight.
“Hey! I have an idea.”
Oh dear. A particularly mischievous look spread over the Hamilton’s (handsome) features. “Oh yes? What idea would that be?”
You bit your lip, still unsure. The two of you were boxed together in Angelica’s wardrobe, after Philip had come up with the ‘genius’ (stupid) idea to hide in her wardrobe, while Mr Hamilton asked her to fetch something. When she came up to her room and opened the doors, then “BOO!”
Weak, yes, but the storm continued to rage on outside, and you felt as if you had read every book in the voluminous library. Anyway, your close proximity to the Hamilton meant anything could happen…
“Besides, we got my dad’s permission. If he thinks it’s a good prank, then why not?”
Mr Hamilton had been taking one of his rare breaks when Philip had cornered him. Making sure that Mrs Hamilton was out of earshot, he had explained his plan, and Mr Hamilton’s role. He had raised an eyebrow, and suggested a different prank for next time (would there be a next time?), but he had agreed.
Now, all you could do was wait.
Well, and talk.
“How well do you get on with your father?”
You appreciated the way that he said ‘father’ instead of ‘dad’.
“Well, we get on enough. He doesn’t particularly support me going out alone at any times, but we compromise. Usually, my mother is the peacekeeper.“
“Oh yeah, I’ve met your mother. She came over, what was it, ‘bout two months ago?”
Even though he couldn’t really see it, you nodded in confirmation. “Yes. She enjoys conversing with your mother; says she is well educated and sweet. I can now support that statement.”
“Yeah, my mom’s the best. Don’t know how she’s put up with my Dad all these years, the amount of times he gets into fights with other politicians.”
“My father’s probably too afraid of my mother to get into too much of an argument with another.”
“Wait, is your mom scary?”
“To most people, yes. She doesn’t really have the best first impression, but once you know her, she can be a great laugh.”
“Talking of laughs - did you know that I’m a poet?”
This was new.
“You’re a poet? That’s, well, that’s amazing!”
The Hamilton blushed, looking away. “Yeah, well. I used to write these little song-raps, and sometimes I would perform them. Don’t really remember most of ‘em, except my first one.”
You smiled. “Would you mind doing one last performance?”
“Sure! Only one last time, though.” Oh, you couldn’t wait to hear this. “Uh, just saying, my mom was beatboxing for me the first time.”
You learn something new everyday.
“Uh, here goes. Just saying, I was nine.”
My name is Philip,
I am a poet,
I wrote this song just to show it.
And I, just turned nine,
You can write rhymes but you can’t write mine!”
You couldn’t get the image of a small, freckled Philip out of your head.
“I practise French and play piano with my mother,
I have a sister but I want a little brother.
My daddies tryinga’ start America’s bank!
Une, deux, trois, quatre, cinq!”
“Bravo!” You had to admit, for a nine year-old, that was pretty good. Philip’s face was warm, and he looked away, blowing his hair out of his face. “I can’t believe you asked your parents for a little brother.”
“Honestly, neither can I. Especially with the amount that I have now.”
You breathed out, suddenly nervous. The conversation had grinded to a halt; should you say something?
“Hey, have you heard of a ‘George Eacker’?”
“George Eacker? Yes, I believe I have. Um, why?”
“He’s a right old prick. He spoke on the fourth of July this year, calling my father a ‘Monarchist’ and other things like that.”
“Really, a Monarchist? Even I could come up with better insults.”
You were pleasantly surprised when Philip creased up laughing. His curls bounced as a grin occupied his freckled face.
“Oh, I’m sure that you could.”
“Don’t think too much into it. Your father has impossibly thick skin; almost everything bounces off him.”
“That’s what my mom says. But still, late-night conversations can reveal some interesting things. For example, they’re already trying to find ‘suitable suitors’ for Angelica.”
“Wait, really? Isn’t she a little young?”
“My parents don’t seem to think so. I mean, my mom was married when she was only one year older.”
“I hope they find someone where the love is true. Unrequited love can be heart-breaking.”
“Haven’t heard them discussing any plans for marrying me off, though.”
“Wait, really?” You were shocked to hear this. Philip Hamilton, the one who schedules threesomes and flirts worse than a drunk Thomas Jefferson (don’t ask), was single?
You could work with that.
“Yeah…” Philip sighed wistfully. “Maybe they think I’ll find someone on my own.”
“Well, have you?”
It was now that the Hamilton looked away – was he blushing? The dim light obscured your vision. Your face felt hot. When was Angelica going to appear?
“You see, well, there is one girl who, uh, has appeared to run off with my heart, so to speak.”
You felt your stomach drop. Philip liked someone?
Really, you shouldn’t have been surprised. A suave demeanour, completed by handsome looks and flirtatious remarks – who would pass up that?
“Uh, what about you? Has your father tried to marry you off yet?”
If you didn’t know better, you could have sworn there was a hint of resentment in his voice.
“No, no one for me. My mother has been nagging, saying how she always wanted grandchildren and all that, but they haven’t forced anyone on me – yet.”
The atmosphere in the cramped closet seemed to change. You flushed as Philip moved closer to you, his body warm, smelling slightly of cinnamon.
Your heart thudded in your ears as you looked up into his watchful eyes. Nothing else seemed to matter as you stared into each other’s eyes – not even the footsteps thudding up the stairs.
“Tell me to stop at any time.”
With that, Philip leaned down, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. You could finally understand why people said ‘they took my breath away’. Hundreds of emotions flooded you all at once, ranging from bewilderment, to confusion, to pure euphoria.
Suddenly needing more, you reached up and grabbed Philip’s collar, bringing him down so you could kiss him once again. You felt him smirk as his hands circled your waist, holding you protectively. Letting go of the now slightly-rumpled collar, you placed your hands on either side of Philip’s face, once again marvelling at how many freckles dotted his face – especially up close.
The kiss gradually became more heated, as hands started to wander. You knew that you were safe with Philip, and-
The door swung open, the baffled face of Angelica peering in. You froze, watching as a malicious grin appeared on the girl’s face. Before you could move, or even make a sound, she ran out of the room, screaming, “I’m telling mom!”
A beat passed as you tried to process what had just happened. You were startled as Philip ran after Angelica, shouting frantically. Left alone in the empty room, you slowly walked out of the door and down the grand stairs after the siblings.
A shout rang out from the kitchen.
“Mom! Mom, you’ll never guess what!”
As you peered in from the doorway, you saw Philip gesturing wildly at his sister, but she paid no heed as Mrs Hamilton raised an eyebrow at the ecstatic child and the pair of dishevelled teenagers standing in the kitchen.
“Dear lord, Philip! Whatever happened to you and [Y/N]?”
Request/Summary: Hello! Nice imagines! I loved! Can I request one BuckyXReader? The reader is a Maximoff and can control the four elements, Bucky likes her secretly and is always trying to impress she. One week, Scott brings his daughter, Cassie, to meet the Avengers and the tower. Cassie find Bucky looking at the reader and asked why, Bucky gets embarrassed trying to answer all Cassie’s questions and, finally, confess his love to the reader. (@mimisari234 )
Pairing: Bucky x Reader (ft. Avengers as always)
Warnings: Nada. reader has powers lol
A/N: I added some Avengers bonding in here because who doesn’t love that?
The sound of small footsteps awoke you in the chill morning of the Avengers tower. The little steps were stomping down the hallway of your quarters as you rubbed your eyes. Getting up from your bed, you walked to your closet to change into some sweats and a sweater, and slowly opened your door.
“Boo!” A little voice greeted you from the floor.
“Shit!” You yelled. Looking down, you spotted a little girl, hair tousled around like she just got out of bed too. You saw Scott run up the stairs and chase after the little girl, and you suddenly forgot that he was going to bring his daughter, Cassie to the compound for the weekend.
“You mean ‘darn,’ (Y/L/N).” Scott warned. Closing your door, you walked with Scott and Cassie through the halls and into the tower’s elevator.
“Like you don’t swear, tic tac.” You replied.
“So, this is Cassie, huh?” You smiled at the girl who was now in Scott’s arms. She gave you a soft smile as she played with the strings of her father’s hoodie.
Scott nodded. “This is my girl.” He said. “Oh, and sorry for disturbing your sleep, (Y/N). Forgot to warn you about her.”
“No worries, Lang. I was up already.” You smiled at him.
“Daddy, that’s the earth lady, right?” Cassie asked. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as the elevator doors opened to the common room.
Scott nodded and saw your confused expression. “It was easier to explain who was who, alright?” He said, disappearing into the kitchen to grab breakfast. You followed behind, got your breakfast and joined your fellow teammates to a meal.
“I do much more than control the plants.” You laughed.
“Morning, (Y/N).” Steve greeted, sitting next to you. You smiled at him and greeted everyone else at the table and in the living room.
Soon after, the other souls were present in the compound, filling the rooms with noise on this Friday morning. Sam, Bruce and Bucky came down just now and greeted everyone as well.
“Morning, boys.” You smiled at them, putting your plate in the sink. They nodded at you and sat in the living room. Bucky sat with Scott, Steve and Cassie in the living room as you sat with Natasha at the kitchen island. Everyone conversed in their own conversations, discussing their plans for the weekend.
“Why are you looking at earth lady?” Cassie yelled from the living room. You looked at her and gave her a soft smile. Bucky caught your eyes as his eyes widened. His cheeks were now the shade of dark red as Cassie sat by his side.
“I see a particular soldier has got his eye on you.” Natasha smirked.
You turned in your swirly chair and raised your eyebrows. “In my dreams.” You sighed out. “She was probably talking about Sam. He’s been flirting with me a lot lately but I’m kinda just like ‘oh, okay’.”
“Wilson flirts with everyone, (Y/N).” Natasha laughed. “Stop lying to yourself. Something is going on with you and Barnes and you know it.” She hopped down to the floor and walked up the stairs into her quarters.
She was right. You couldn’t just lie to yourself. You found Bucky barnes attractive. No, attractive is an understatement. Bewitching, enticing, stunning, charming. He was all of the above and you knew it. He had recently cut his hair into the same style he had back in the 40s, which made your heart flutter but had done no help with your crush towards him.
But he wouldn’t like you. Never. Could he? The two of you were just friends. I mean, sure he would tease you and go on missions with you, but you couldn’t see him falling for you. Maybe someone normal who couldn’t destroy everything they’d touch.
But he did have feelings for you. Hidden feelings and you couldn’t see them under his mysterious and witty facade.
Snapping out of your thoughts, you decided to walk over and join the group in the living room.
“Where should I take her? New York is a lot bigger than San Francisco and I can’t explore this city in two days.” Scott said. He had Cassie for the weekend before he returned her back to her mother in the bay area. Everyone thought about it and gave him multiple destinations and places to go.
“Take her to Coney.” Bucky spoke. “She’ll love it as much as Steve did.” He smirked.
“C’mon, man.” Steve laughed.
“Yeah that sounds nice.” You smiled at Bucky. “Or you could take her on a helicopter ride. That way, you’ll be able to see the whole city in a day.” You suggested.
Scott’s eyes widened and his mouth gaped. “That’s brilliant!” He said. “Thanks, earth lady.” He said.
“So, everyone here has special powers, right daddy?” Cassie asked. Scott nodded. “That’s so cool.” She jumped.
“I have the best ‘powers’ after all, Cassie.” Wanda said as she walked down the stairs. Cassie smiled at your sister as she took a seat next to you.
“Earth lady and floating lady!” Cassie shouted. “I’ve seen your powers, Wanda. They’re so cool. Can I see yours, (Y/N)?” She pleaded.
Your eyes widened. No one has ever told you to show off their powers before. You usually used them for fun or in battle. Shrugging your shoulders, you turned your hand to the fireplace. “Watch this, hun.” You smiled. You held your arm out to the fireplace, and with a few movements of your fingers, fire erupted on the logs. Cassie stood in awe.
“Your powers are stunning and all, (Y/N),” Bucky spoke. “But is that all you can do?” He questioned. Raising your eyebrows at his challenge, you bent down to Cassie’s height.
“Don’t listen to him.” You laughed. “Here. Hold out your hands like this.” You adjusted her tiny hands and held them in yours, making Cassie cup her hands. You focused and held your hands just above hers so that everyone can see. You saw Scott take out his phone to capture the moment, and when he gave you the signal, a black rose grew in Cassie’s hands. She gasped and held the rose by its stem.
“Keep going doll.” Bucky smiled at you. You felt yourself blush. Gaining confidence, you began with your little magic trick.
“Alright. Hold the flower by the bottom of the stem. Be careful, though.” You said, adjusting her fingers once more. You stood back and sat on the table just in front of her.
“This is so Instagram worthy.” Scott said.
You held your hands out and when you gained your strength, you conjured fire. The fire lit the rose petals on fire and everyone gasped. As Cassie’s eyes widened and laughed, you took that as a signal to conjure wind, blowing out the flames. Before the petals withered away and onto the floor, you froze the flower, making just the petals get coated by frost.
The little girl gasped and showed Scott. He smiled and put his phone away. You sat back with Wanda as she shook her head and gave you a light smack. “Whatever.”
“That is awesome!” Cassie said. “Bucky, I can see why you love earth lady!” The words slipped from her mouth and when she realized, she covered her mouth.
“What was that?” You laughed. Was that nonsense or did she say that Bucky liked you.
Scott cleared his throat, exchanging glances at Bucky and you. “Let’s get ready, peanut.” He said, scooping Cassie in his arms and running to the elevator. Bucky stood from his seat and left the room, leaving everyone in confusion.
“Did she just-“ Steve said.
“She sure did.” Sam wiggled his eyebrows at you.
You leaned back in your seat, smiling like an idiot at what she just said.
“You better say something, earth lady.” Wanda poked you and smiled. You ran your fingers through your hair.
“Right. Right, right. Okay.” You said, running to the elevator.
“You go, (Y/N).” Tony smirked.
It has been two hours since then. You had been stuck in your room, showering then laying on your bed to figure out what to say to Bucky. Here you are now, walking downstairs and to Bucky’s side of the tower. You prayed that he was still there, and if he was, you hoped that he would engage in the conversation.
“Bucky?” You called, knocking on his door. “It’s me. Open up.” You stepped back, pacing back and forth when he didn’t reply. Sighing, you figured it wasn’t worth it. As you were about to walk away, his door opened and revealed Bucky standing there in a black sweater and jeans.
“Hey.” You greeted him with a smile, pushing a strand of hair away in nervousness. “Can I come in?”
Bucky nodded and stepped out of the way for you to come in. You did so and sat in his living room. You heard him close the door. He stood in front of you while you were sat on his couch. “You know you can sit, right?” You laughed. “it’s your place after all.”
“Yes. Right, sorry.” He stammered and sat next to you.
The two of you sat there in awkward silence. The sound of the soft winds that were running through the towers were the only sounds to be heard, aside from the others that were downstairs and talking.
“So…” You said, breaking the silence.
“So.” Bucky mimicked, playing with the metal plates of his arm.
“Look, Bucky. What Cassie said earlier probably wasn’t true, but if it was, I totally respect that you don’t wanna talk and I just came up here to see if you were o-“
“(Y/N).” Bucky said.
“kay - but you know, I kinda do wanna talk about it because we’ve known each other for a while now and i-
“(Y/N)!” Bucky spoke louder now, interrupting you again. You stopped blabbering on.
“I like you. A lot.” He admitted. Your heart fluttered and did flips inside your chest when he said that. You couldn’t help but smile at him. “But if you don’t feel the same, then that’s fine.”
“Bucky.” You sighed out. “Thank god we have mutual feelings because I like you too. For the longest time.” You said. He smiled at you and brought his hands out to cup your head in his hands.
“Me too, doll. I was just too scared to tell you because I wouldn’t think you deserved me.” He said.
You smiled as your hands rested at his chest. You stared at each other for a few seconds, contemplating the moment. “Well, are you gonna kiss me or should I go?” You teased.
He broke out in laughter and finally leaned in. Bucky made sure that the kiss was nice and slow so that the two of you could savor the moment. Slowly pulling away, you couldn’t help but laugh.
“What?” He asked.
“It’s just, who would ever think that the reason why we’re together is because of a little girl.” You laughed. He laughed with you, realizing that Scott’s daughter was the hero of the day.
“I’m not little!” a voice spoke out from Bucky’s closet door.
You both looked at each other, eyes widened. The two of you looked at the door to his closet, and Cassie ran out. You put your hand over your heart, flustered about what just happened.
“Cassie, have you been here the whole time?” Bucky asked, picking her up.
“Yup!” She smiled. She leaned in to whisper, rather loudly, in Bucky’s ear. “Did you tell her yet?”
Bucky nodded. “I sure did.” He smiled.
The door swung open just as you got up from your seat.
“Barnes, have you seen Cassie? We’re playing-“ Scott began. The three of you looked at the man who was clearly out of breath.
You share a flat(apartment) with 4/4 of 5sos at university.
I’m don’t know how uni/college accommodation works where you are, but in the UK a group of people(5-8 ish) share a flat, everyone has their own room but share a kitchen (+ toilet and shower room in my case and the case of this au).
You shuffled out of your room, your head directed down at the floor, your fluffy dressing gown wrapped around you as you padded to the kitchen. You hated 9 am lectures, most of the time you didn’t go, but knowing what was covered today would be on the test next week, you decided you should probably attend.
You pushed through the door to the kitchen. You could hear the loud banging of cupboards as someone rummaged around. You look up to see Ashton,he was dressed in shorts and a tight t-shirt, his hair was a little damp, obviously having come back from his morning run. You had no idea how he could be so cheery and active in the mornings.
“Morning” he smiled at you.
It was too early for social interaction so you simply grunted in response.
He chuckled. “You should have gone to bed earlier, then you wouldn’t be tired” he stated mockingly with a smirk on his face.
“Oh I’m sorry dad” you roll your eyes as you push him out the way so you can get to your cupboard.
You go about preparing your breakfast. Your original plan of cereal went out the window once you had picked up the box and felt that it was empty. “Mother fucker” you mutter.
“Again?” Ashton smiles. You nod your head putting the empty box in the bin.
This wasn’t the first time that your cereal had mysteriously gone missing. You knew who the culprit was although he would never admit it once confronted.
With your cereal plan crumpled, you settled for toast as you couldn’t be bothered to make anything more extravagant.
You just wanted to get this lecture over with so that you could return home and nap. The mountain of deadlines that was piling up was insignificant. You just wanted to go back to sleep and maybe do some work when you woke up from your hibernation.
Once you had prepared your breakfast, you take your plate back to your room, not having time to sit down and eat. You had strategically woken up as late as possible, which meant that you had no time to waste. You took bites of your toast as you got dressed and applied the minimal amount of make up to prevent you from looking like a zombie.
Once you were ready you quickly grabbed your bag and keys before leaving your room and fiddling around with your keys so that you could lock your door.
“Boo” you heard from behind you, making you jump and drop your keys on the floor.
You heard a giggle.
You turned around to see a smiling Michael. Michael had a habit of ambushing you whenever you were distracted, never failing to make you jump.
You slap him on the chest. “Stop doing that” you say seriously.
He smirks, “I’ll stop when it stops being funny” he chuckles.
You scowl at him, rolling your eyes.
You suddenly remembered the cereal. “Also touch my cereal again and I’m claiming the cookies that you hid behind the soup on the top shelf” you say as you finish locking your door and shove your keys in your bag.
His face suddenly hardens. It was your turn to smirk. You knew no one else knew about Michael’s little hiding place.
“That’s right I know about your secret little hiding place, so if you want to keep it a secret you better stay the fuck away from my cereal” you say seriously but with a smile on your face.
“Urgh. Fine” he sighs.
You smile at him. “Anyway I have to go, see you later” you say as you walk down the hallway to the front door, letting yourself out.
You begin the long walk to uni. It wasn’t really long, in reality only ten minutes but at quarter to nine in the morning, it still felt like too much effort.