Everyone over here having these amazingly detailed fantasy maladaptive daydreaming worlds, meanwhile I’m over here daydreaming about
“what if I switch bodies with my two year old self and retained all my adult memories?”
“How would I hide my knowledge? How would I handle knowing about future major tragedies as a kindergardener? How would I make sure I don’t skip a grade so I can still meet the important people in my life?”
“What would I even do with myself in a pre-internet, free video game, pre anything I do on a regular basis lifestyle?”
Summary: She never really looked at Bucky that way, but she just recently broke up with her ex-boyfriend and Bucky is more than willing to help her get her mind off of him. Maybe she would let him help, if only he would stop being so infuriatingly annoying for just one second. A five part mini-series based on Ariana Grande’s ‘Let Me Love You’
Word Count: 2,110
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Unnamed female character
A/N: Holy cow! I was not expecting that kind of feedback! Thank you guys so much, you have no idea how much this means to me! As promised, here is part two, and I hope that you like it.
Getting to spend time with her friend’s had become something of a rarity. They were always somewhere, probably halfway across the world kicking ass. But this weekend they were home and- come hell or high water- they were going out; they were going to get totally drunk, eat a crazy amount of greasy food, watch terrible movies. The usual.
A/N: Threw this little drabble together and thought it turned out pretty cute. I quick edited so please forgive me for any mistakes. Enjoy!
You held the receiver to your ear, clutching it as tightly
as you could.
Ring. ‘Come on, Pick
up.’ Ring. ‘Please pick up.’
Ring. ‘Not tonight of all nights.’
You hang you head defeated, going to hang up the phone when
you hear a voice on the other end.
“Hello?” a gruff voice said on the other end.
“James?” you asked, unsure of the voice you had heard so
“Yeah?” he said very leery.
“Oh thank god, it’s Y/N. Listen, is Steve or Natasha there?”
“No, everyone left about an hour ago, they got an
“Then why are you still there?”
“Someone has to man the fort.” He grumbled.
“Well this is just great.” You sighed, leaning your head up
against the cylinder blocked wall.
“Why? What’s up?”
“Ummm… I’m kinda ran into a problem… I’m in sitting in a
holding cell at the county jail.”
Bucky pulled the phone away, letting out a deep laugh.
“You’re kidding right?”
“What’d you do?”
“I really don’t want to get into the logistics of what I may
or may not have done right now, could you just please come bail me out?” you
“Yeah, I’ll be there in twenty.”
“Thanks, I’ll owe you one Barnes.”
“I might just take you up on that one-day doll.” You could
hear him smile on the other side, before hanging up the phone.
You hung up your end, returning to pacing the small
eight-by-eight cell as you waited for Bucky to get there. You knew little about
the man, as you and him had never talked much besides exchanging pleasantries
in passing or a few words when on a mission. Sometimes you would catch him
looking at you, making him turn as bright of a red, as the star that was on his
shoulder and other times he would catch you looking at him, making you turn
your head to hide the blush creeping upon your cheeks.
The sound of a heavy metal door closing a two sets of
footsteps brought you out of your daydream.
“She’s right over here.” You heard the booking officer speak
as he pulled out the keys to unlock the cell.
“Thank you officer.” Bucky spoke as he stepped around the
You could have sworn you felt your lungs stop working as you
laid eyes upon Bucky. The navy blue jeans with the white Henley and black
leather jacket could have stopped your heart in a second. His hair was tucked
securely under his navy ballcap.
“… Earth to Y/N, is anybody home.” Bucky joked as he waved a
hand in front of your face.
You shook your head “Uh? Oh yeah, I’m good, let’s get out of
“Yeah well, you won’t be leaving anytime soon I’m afraid.”
Bucky said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“What… what do you mean?” you nervously laughed.
“Apparently there is a federal warrant out for your arrest which
means that the judge has a right to hold you here until the feds get here to extradite
“What? You’re kidding right?! I thought everything we do was
forgiven or whatever.” You laughed, as if the night could get any worse.
Bucky stared at you, a serious look on his face, “Nah, I’m
just messing with you.” He laughed.
You raised your hand, slapping him on the shoulder “Not
“Ahhh come one, that was a classic, you should have seen
your face.” He laughed as you both exited the building.
“It might have been funny to you but you weren’t the one
that had a bunch of drunks trying to grope and flirt with you all night.”
“I’ll kill ‘em” he said in all seriousness.
“Maybe another day Buck, right now I just want to bathe in Clorox
and take a hot shower.” You said as you grabbed his hand, pulling him towards
the curb. “Where’s your car?”
“Car? I don’t have a car?”
“Then how did you get here?”
Bucky raised his right arm, pointing across the street.
“You’re kidding me right? I am not getting on that… that
death trap! Couldn’t you have just borrowed one of Starks cars?”
“Stark? Trust me with one of his children?” he said letting
out a deep laugh “Yeah, ok. Besides, what’s so bad about riding a motorcycle?”
he asked you as you walked across the street.
“It’s a death trip waiting to happen!” you argued.
“You’ve never been on one or we wouldn’t be having this discussion.”
He said holding out a helmet, throwing a leg over the bike, leaving a question
hanging in the open air.
You bit you lip, letting out a sigh “I can’t believe I’m
doing this.” You said as you slid the helmet on, throwing your leg over,
holding onto his waist for dear life.
“Oh relax doll, and enjoy it while it lasts.” Bucky said,
looking back towards you, throwing a wink before sliding the visor down on his
helmet, pulling the bike away from the curb.
Again, this chapter was inspired by the lovely artwork of eatencrow!
Emma watched the ocean from her vantage point in Killian’s cabin, idly counting birds to pass the time. She knew the time it would take him to make his rounds of the ship, checking to see if everyone was completing their assigned duties.
Pirate or Royal Navy, captaining a ship still needed a diligent hand.