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demagogue-xx  asked:

Winterhawk. Mafia AU

“Are you fucking kidding me with this shit, Lang?” Bucky exclaims, stalking down the main staircase into the mansion’s foyer to keep Scott from leading the sloppily dressed blond any further inside. “Walking a goddamn nark right through the fucking front door?”

“What? No!” Scott’s hands spring up as he steps to the side leaving a good gap between him and his new friend, which is only to be expected, really. Guy’s seen exactly what Bucky can do, all up close and personal, like. “Steve said to get the guy, this is the guy!”

“Steve said to get the fucking nark guy?”

“The guy from the bar!” Scott hastens to explain. “The darts guy! You know, Luis heard about him from his cousin Gabriel, who got the intel from that busty bartender, who saw it–”

Bucky flings his arm out into the wall, his metal prosthetic leaving a sizable dent in the plaster. “Cut the shit, Lang! He’s a fucking nark!”

Which is of course when Stevie decides to join the party, leaning over the second floor banister to shout down at them, “The hell’s going on now?” Scott spins around to plead his case to the man on high, meanwhile his nark buddy is shoving his hand in his hoodie pocket and pulling something out, so naturally, Bucky whips his gun out of his shoulder holster and advances without issuing a warning, ‘cause that’s the gun’s job.

But the nark moves quick as anything, spinning in under Bucky’s guard and flipping his gun out of his grip, slapping his other hand down across the forearm of his prosthetic. There’s the subtle whir of the metal plates realigning as Bucky moves to punch the guy in his fool head, but with a sizzling pop, the arm refuses to respond to what his brain’s telling it all of the sudden.

Bucky’s still blinking down in befuddlement at the little silver disk stuck to his arm when the nark pivots again, catching Scott in the chest with a roundhouse and throwing a damned knife Stevie’s way where he’s barreling down the stairs before the guy has Bucky in a chokehold, holding him up as a meat shield with his own gun shoved up against his temple.

Bucky sees Steve flinch back, curling in over his hand as he drops his gun, the knife following after it, but he doesn’t really process it. He’s still stuck on who the flying fuck just waltzed up in here and pulled the damned Winter Soldier closer to himself while looking to threaten Bucky’s Captain.

“Assassin, actually,” the guy mutters–purrs more like, his words ghosting over the skin of Bucky’s neck. “But you’re in luck! I’m for hire. Pierce ain’t paying me near enough to take out someone as pretty as you.”

Soft touches


Request: Hi! Bucky x reader where Bucky has to be touching reader all the time somehow? not dirty but just holding hands or his hand resting on her knee or something because he loves how soft her skin is and he counts her freckles when he’s anxious? or after a nightmare? hehe, something with those in there! I trust you with it. thank you!!

Warnings: perhaps some swearing??

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms

Originally posted by itsawkwardfangirl

   Bucky mindlessly reached over to (Y/N)’s hand, intertwining their fingers as he kept his eyes glued to Steve, who at the moment was trying to tell the team of Avengers about their upcoming mission. Without a word (Y/N) gently squeezes his hand, smiling softly when they noticed Bucky’s lips quirk up just a bit. 

   Bucky had a little habit of touching (Y/N) 24/7, literally 24/7. It didn’t matter if the team was in the middle of a press conference or on their way to a mission, if Bucky could even touch (Y/N) a bit he would. It could be the simple hand holding, perhaps an arm around their waist, a hand on their knee, more often than not something sweet and intimate and yet simple. 

   Bucky honestly couldn’t pinpoint why he needed to be touching (Y/N) all the time, it was almost like a physical need of his. If he couldn’t touch (Y/N) at least a bit most of the time he’d be thrown into a full blown panic attack, his heart would race, his breathing would shorten considerably, and he could barely even form a singular thought when he was like that. Thankfully (Y/N) was always there to calm Bucky down when he was like that, holding him closely until he was fine once again. 

   They had discovered this little problem when (Y/N) went on a rather rouge mission without telling Bucky. It was impromptu with Nat having only called (Y/N) in ten minutes before they were supposed to leave. (Y/N) of course accepted the mission, thinking that since Nat had described it as a rather easy mission that it would only take a couple of hours and since Bucky was on some new sleeping meds he should’ve slept through the night, oh how wrong (Y/N) was. But they didn’t know at the time that the mission would last a good few hours rather than the stated couple of hours and that Bucky’s medicine would stop working halfway through the night. So with a rather oblivious mindset (Y/N) set off, not even thinking of the consequence of their actions. 

    It only took an hour for Bucky to wake up, groggily reaching out to hold (Y/N) like he did whenever he could but when he was met with only cold sheets he jolted upright, his eyes already scanning around frantically for (Y/N) but they were nowhere in sight. Immediately his dread set in and he all but ripped the sheets from his body as he jumped up, throwing open the door to his room to look out into the hall, hoping (Y/N) had just gotten up to get a snack. But yet again Bucky was met only with the sheer dark of the tower, everyone else nestled soundly in their beds while he was up searching for a recently missing (Y/N). 

   “(Y/N)?” Bucky whispered to the dark, taking a hesitant step out into the hall. “(Y/N) are you here?” But there was no reply. Bucky gulped as he flicked the lights to his floor on, his heart damn near beating out of his chest when he found it empty. 

   Bucky’s first instinct was to panic, curl up on the floor and hyperventilate, while his other instinct was to try to figure this out logically rather than panic. Alas his first instinct one and he began to panic, his heart racing as he sunk to the floor in a puddle of worry. And there he would stay for a few hours until Steve, very concerned over the fact that Bucky hadn’t shown up for training would walk in and find his best friend nearly crying on the floor. 

   “Oh my god Bucky,”  Steve had muttered as he rushed to Bucky’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder lightly. “What happened Buck? What’s going on-” 

   “Hey Bucky, sorry I’ve been gone, Nat called me in for a mission and-” (Y/N) stoped as the door to the elevators close behind them and as their eyes land on the scene unfolding. “Oh my god,” (Y/N) rushed to the men’s side, dropping to the floor beside the two. “What happened to him?” 

   “I don’t know, I just walked in here and I found him on the floor and then you walked in,” 

   “Shit,” (Y/N) muttered as they put a hand on Bucky’s arm, lightly shaking him. “Buck, Bucky, can you look at me?” (Y/N) whispered, hoping their soft tone would spur Bucky on enough to get him to look at them. Slowly, Bucky unfurled from himself and just as he had completely uncurled he was curling up once again, this time against (Y/N). He clung to them for dear life as he nuzzled his scruffy face into the crook of their neck, whimpering softly. 

   “Don’t do that,” Bucky had whispered between his heartbreaking little noises, “Ever again,” (Y/N) shared a look of confusion with Steve as they held Bucky tightly, one hand wrapped around his body while the other rested above his shoulders, their hand gently running through his strands of hair. 

   “What? Go on missions-” 

   “Don’t leave me…please,”

   Since that moment (Y/N) had made sure to always be Bucky’s side, or at least when it was convenient and even if it wasn’t the two would find a way to make it work. 

   It had been an unexpectedly long mission, just like the one that had started all of this touchy feely business. The Avengers had taken an undercover mission, thinking that it would only take a few hours tops but it was seeming to stretch on for quite some time, nearly a whole day to be exact. The team was tired and hungry and most definitely grouchy and on edge, including Bucky too. Not only all that but they were also sleeping out in the forest, in the open for anyone to find them, and it was cold, freezing to be exact.

    The team was all hunkered by their own respectable tree, curling in on themselves in an attempt to warm up. Bucky on the other hand was curled up beside (Y/N), smiling sleepily at them as they happily ran a hand through their hair. Without a single word Bucky lifts a hand to (Y/N)’s face, his pointer finger running along (Y/N)’s nose and cheeks softly. (Y/N) had discovered this was something Bucky did whenever he was anxious or nervous, somehow counting their freckles was always able to calm him down. 

   “You’re never going to count them all,” (Y/N) had whispered sleepily as they cracked one eye open to look at Bucky. “There’s too many,” Bucky merely smiled as he continued to mouth the number he was on, his finger gently tracing along (Y/N)’s skin as he did. 

   “I’m up to 45 right now,” He whispers, his eyes dropping with exhaustion. (Y/N) could only smile as they pressed a sleepy kiss to Bucky’s forehead, allowing their eye to close once again. 

   “Well, tell me when you reach 100,” (Y/N) muttered, allowing the feeling of Bucky’s soft touches to lull them to sleep. 

   Bucky had smile as (Y/N) finally drifted to sleep. He watched the way their chest evened out into a steady rise and fall, the way their lips parted slightly while they slept, how their breath would hit his hand when he’d drag it across their nose. He continued with his little counting game, lightly drifting his finger across (Y/N)’s skin with each freckle he counted. True to his word Bucky finished counting them all, smiling sleepily yet victoriously. 

   “100,” Bucky whispered in (Y/N)’s ear, quietly enough that it wouldn’t wake them. 

    No one even questioned the touches know, in the beginning perhaps they did. After all, it was a bit strange to see the deadliest assassin in history curled up on (Y/N)’s lap, more than content to just nuzzle and burrow against them like some cat of sorts. And while it had been a strange sight at first the Avengers were more than used to it now, in fact it was now strange if (Y/N) was seen without Bucky clinging to them in some kind of way. That’s why Steve didn’t even question it when out of the corner of his eye he saw Bucky reach over and take (Y/N)’s hand. Rather than comment on the unnecessary pda he let it happen, even smiling a bit himself when he saw the way Bucky’s lips quirked up at the small amount of contact. 

BTS Reacts - Finding Out You’re Pregnant

request via dms : “a little react of BTS finding out that you’re pregnant?”

Min Yoongi: ‘I’ve never thought about raising a family,’ he casually says in passing, as he watches a happy family walk past, through the window. You’re a week into your pregnancy; you haven’t told anyone. You know Min Yoongi is focused on his career, and having kids wouldn’t really fit into his lifestyle. You don’t want to burden your boyfriend of several years, but you know you’re going to have to let him know about this sooner or later, no matter how hesitant you are. ‘I’m pregnant,’ you curtly confess. His turns around so swiftly; his jaw hangs open for awhile, processing this knowledge - he is going to be a dad. It scares him, and he is resisting every instinct in his body that makes him want to run out of the room yelling at the top of his lungs, but when he looks at you, all he sees is the person he loves, about to give him the gift of his life. The truth is that Min Yoongi has never thought about raising a family - until he met you.

“I … what? Are… are you serious?”
( You nod in reply. )
“… I guess I’m gonna have to get used to more than one person calling me ‘daddy’, now…” 

Park Jimin: You’re nervous as to how he is going to take the news of an unexpected pregnancy. When he emerges from the elevator, he explodes with enthusiasm - ‘jagi, did you watch us on television last night?’, ‘did you see us accept the award?’ - an endless stream of questions pour out of the singer. Hoseok asks if you’d like to go out for drinks with them, but you refuse. ‘Why, are you pregnant?’, joked Namjoon. You stare at your boyfriend while he’s on his victory-high, but the look you’re giving him causes his bouncing to slowly come to a stop. An awkward silence hangs in the air, and Hoseok constantly switches his attention between your still bodies. He mouths a visible ‘oh my god’, exchanging glances with Namjoon. You mutter a weak ‘yes’ - hearing you say that you’re about to give him a baby makes him queasy - but little does Jimin know, down the road, he would be a proud father of three sons, and he would wonder why he ever overreacted in the first place.

“J-Jagi, are you for real? I… can’t even… what!? How!? We… we used a condom, didn’t we!?”

Kim Seokjin: You’re having lunch together, when suddenly, your body convulses, and you make a break for the bathroom. He’s concerned for you, so he gets out of his seat and walks over to the door, calling for you from outside. You quickly retort for him to stay out, and you start retching between words. His brows knit - did you eat something that didn’t agree with you? He’s noticed you taking trips to the toilet a lot more, but he’s always thought it’s because of how much water you’ve been drinking lately. A pang of realization hits him when he thinks of the last possible reason for your sudden illness. The last time you’d slept together was a month ago. Seokjin definitely sees children in his future, and even though he has trouble stomaching all this right now, he’s unable to contain himself. He would want nothing more than the person he loves to bear his child. Having kids would mean the world to him, but he needs to ask you one thing before he accepts this turn of events.

Jagiya… I know you’re pregnant. I want you to know, that I’m ready as ever to embark on this journey with you. I want to be with you and our child forever, if you’ll have me.”
( What are you saying, Jin? )
“… Will you be my wife?” 

Jung Hoseok: You’re at the doctor’s office - you haven’t been feeling particularly well lately, so you decide to take your problem to the clinic by yourself. When the doctor informs you of your unplanned pregnancy, your heart stops. You’re not sure how to get this news to your boyfriend. You ring up Hobi to tell him that you’re dropping by Bighit. His ears are sharp - he is able to detect the anxiety in your shaky voice. He pesters you to tell him why you’re upset, and after at least five minutes of his persistence, you cave in, announcing your pregnancy. There is a long silence on the call, and you’re concerned that he hasn’t digested this news well. Hobi is a family man - the thought of spending the rest of his life with you and his new kids gets him amped to a maximum. Jung Hoseok runs at full speed into the practice room, yelling at the other six members of Bangtan as you hear him wail over the call:


Kim Namjoon: ‘I’m flipping out, what do I do?!’, Kim Namjoon eavesdrops on your phone call as he stands idly outside your bedroom. He’s noticed how tense you are all night, and he’s tried breaking the ice with both affectionate kisses and playful humour, but none of it unwinds you from discomfort. Hoseok finally returns your calls after hours of you dialing him. You had to tell someone, just not Namjoon yet. He urges you to relax, and to just talk to your long-time boyfriend. When you’re through with the call, you find the man himself seated down on the sofa, having been left to a state of uncertainty after hearing the word ‘pregnant’ escape your lips. Namjoon’s undecided about his opinions on having kids - it’s not that he’s unwilling to start a family with you - he just can’t believe it’s actually going to happen. Watching you freak out puts him on edge, so he tries to remain as calm as possible, making the first move, struggling to keep in his panic:

“… Is there something you want to tell me, babe? Like, I don’t know… BEING PREGNANT!?”

Jeon Jungkook: The answering machine on the desk beeps as Jungkook screens through the calls in the apartment. He’s decided to make himself comfortable at home before you return from work, so checking his calls is the first order of business. A medical clinic calls, ‘the results of your blood test for pregnancy are in, and it’s positive - please get back to us if have any more inquiries’. Jungkook has reached a whole new level of freaking the fuck out - he is so shook, that he simply goes about his regular routine around the house, making himself a bowl of cereal before sitting on the couch, waiting for you to return. His brain has short-circuited, and he just stares blankly ahead. Some part of him is wondering why he’s so scattered about you bearing his child - sure, he is young - but if there’s anyone in his life he wants more to have kids with, it’s you. This line of reasoning results in him being more accepting of the fact that he’s about to be a father.

“… I wonder what’s a good name that goes with Jeon…”

Kim Taehyung: He’s casually brushing his teeth in the bathroom, when his eyes catch something unusual in the dustbin. ‘Jagi, what is this?’ You hear Taehyung’s voice from your bedroom, and it clicks in your mind that you haven’t taken the trash out yet. Ohmygod, you think, starting to feel the dread set in. You fly off your bed, scuttling toward the bathroom in haste, panting hard from racing your way there. You find him examining your pregnancy test closely. You’ve been meaning to tell him, but you wanted to make sure through a doctor’s visit, first. You bite your lip, anticipating his reaction - however, when he turns to you, you see tears well up in his eyes. You’ve been afraid to bring this news to him, but you should have known that Taehyung loves kids like nothing else, and to him, discovering that the love of his life is going to bring him even more happiness than they already have, makes him realize: one by one, all of his dreams are coming true.

“Yah, pabo… I can’t believe you’re pregnant… do you know how much this means to me?”

This was hard to do, mostly because I kept juggling back and forth between them reacting as ready, future parents, or unexpected recipients of the news. Either way, I sincerely hope you liked how it turned out - thank you for requesting, please enjoy! <3

in vitibus veritas

… in which Emma, Hook, and Neal are unwilling participants in one of Pan’s little games while in Neverland.

Idea shamelessly stolen from the latest episode of Shadowhunters. For @ofshipsandswans​, thanks for the help and inspiration! ♥

A mix of annoyance and dread mingled in the pit of Emma’s stomach as she trudged along the path behind Hook, his black leather cloak swinging heavily with each swaggering step he took. Cracking leaves and heavy footsteps behind her told her that Neal was following closely, bringing up the rear. Emma wasn’t happy with the arrangement, but the guys had lined up, taking her between them, without any kind of discussion. Unfortunately, it made sense. She didn’t know the jungle like either of them did, and judging by Hook’s confident stride, he knew where he was going.

Still, she wished for different company. They’d had to split up, and it made sense to have a magic user in each group, but Emma would much rather have gone with her parents. Since that would have left Regina with Hook and Neal, though, it had never really been an option.

This arrangement was the one least likely to cause friction, and Emma knew it. Even so, Hook and Neal was a combination that she would normally have avoided at all costs.

But really, Hook with anyone was a bad combination. He had a talent for finding people’s buttons, and little self-control when it came to pushing them.

Although her father had stopped glowering at him. Progress, of a sort.

Ahead, the path opened into a clearing, and Hook’s steps slowed. He looked back over his shoulder. “Careful,” he warned. “Keep your eyes and ears open.”

They were halfway across the clearing when Emma felt something—a shiver at the base of her neck, and a tugging in her chest, prompting her to look left into the trees. She reached out to grab the sleeve of Hook’s coat, pulling him to a stop. “Wait,” she ordered, peering into the dense jungle.

“What’s wrong?” Neal demanded.

Hook said nothing, his hand on the pommel of his sword, eyes following Emma’s.

“I’m not sure,” Emma had to admit. “I just feel… something.”

“You feel something,” Neal echoed, coming to a stop at her other side. “Okay…”

“Oh, very good,” said a voice, and a lithe figure stepped out from the trees, where his green outfit had effectively camouflaged him.

Peter Pan.

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Prompt: “Fic where Bones and reader are stranded on a freezing planet and have to use body heat to keep warm ;) Fluff ensues” - Anon

Word Count: 1,306

Author’s Note:  Long time no see… again. I polished off another piece and I really hope you all liked it, I’ve been working on it for a few weeks and I finally found my pacing for it.  Also, the lovely @fandomheadrush drew something to go along with this piece, which I hope you all like as well! Thanks so much, Ree <3

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Caught Up (Part 1)

author: chrevastan
word count: 3056 (oneshot; possible miniseries)
characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader (F)
warnings: Cursing, like, 5% angst, and pointless fluff
insp: Based on (but not really) Before We Go
A/N: This is the longest fic I’ve written so far. Please let me know if you want this to be a three-part series because I really can’t… *sigh* Can’t decide. This part can stand alone, though. Stan Lee cameo Permanent tag list and drabble requests for Bucky or Steve are open

Originally posted by yourlipbalm

“That’s all for now, thank you.”

You gave a tiny bow, marking the end of your set as a gentle wave of applause met you from the audience. It was a Friday night and as usual, the bar was packed full of people wanting to get a head start celebrating the weekend.

As you made your way down the small platform, the bliss you felt from performing suddenly faltered when you spotted the manager standing by the bar with his arms crossed. He wore a blank expression and nodded at you as if to say “Come here” and anxiety began to bubble up in your chest.

Taking your guitar case with you, you approached him with a cheery smile, trying to hide the worry you suddenly felt. “Hey, Jed. What’s up?”

“Great performance, as always.” his tone sounded unconvinced of what he said, though, “You might wanna sit down for this.”

Bad news. Great.

You sat on one of the bar stools, accidentally hitting the man sitting on your right with your guitar case. You glanced at him and caught a sight of his bulky form. He was wearing a red shirt, a bomber jacket, and some gloves. His long dark hair was pulled back in a small bun and a light stubble accentuated his sharp jaw.

You muttered an apology which he simply smiled at and you realized just how gorgeous this stranger was. The blue of his eyes stood out in spite of the low light, and though you usually felt uneasy around huge men, he didn’t radiate a menacing vibe at all.

“Y/N,” Jed’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you immediately turned around to focus your attention on him.

“Yeah, I’m here. What is it?”

Jed heaved out a lungful of air and looked anywhere but at you. “Look, I hate to do this. But the bar’s getting more attention now and we’re gaining a lot of patrons, so I’ve decided to hire some new talent to take over the Friday night sessions.”

“Oh, so you’re moving my schedule?”

“No, I’m saying you’re fired.” Jed casually said, taking a sip of his whiskey.

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randallfitzgerald  asked:

Charbo, hi. What secret useless talent do you have? Handstand? Play the spoons?

Oh my god this is the best question ever. Can I list a few?

- Reaching the top shelf / changing light bulbs without a ladder. Hashtag 6′1″.

- Obsessing over any slightly annoying noise within a one mile radius.

- Exaggerating.

- Recognizing voice actors and faces. I am pretty great at the ‘where the fuck have I seen / heard that person before?’ game.

- Telling anyone and everyone trying to swallow a pill by tilting their head back ‘chin to chest’. CHIN TO CHEST PEOPLE. 

- Contemplating my mortality on a weekly basis but not letting that existential dread set in.  

Tell me yours guys. This is fun. 

There is literally no part of DA:I that doesn’t get better after the Big Reveal at the end, though. Just consider:

  • The Dread Wolf has read all of Hard in Hightown
  • The Dread Wolf rather enjoys those frilly little cakes in the Orlesian markets and hates tea to the point of Grumpy Cat Face in ten stages
  • The Dread Wolf Should Spend Less Time On The Internet In The Fade And Enjoy The Fresh Air And Sunlight, Friends Say
  • The Dread Wolf set fire to his own coat tails and then pretended nothing had happened until Vivienne called him out on it
  • The Dread Wolf was introduced as an ‘elven manservant’ at the Winter Palace and gave no fucks, he’s just here for the drinks
  • The Dread Wolf’s aesthetics have been described as ‘unwashed apostate hobo’ by reliable authorities (and ‘frumpy grandpa sweater chic’ by me, just now)
  • The Dread Wolf is definitely an ass man. 

Summary: Bucky is pissed and goes out for some coffee. What he gets helps him feel quite light-hearted. 

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: none, cute stuff

Word Count: 957

Note: This was just a small idea I had! Not sure if I want to make a part two or not, but we’ll see! Let me know if you want to see a part two!

Originally posted by bucha-nan

If Monday mornings were bad, sometimes Tuesdays were worse. Especially today.

Bucky was pissed. But not just pissed–he was I-swear-to-God-or-whoever-the-fuck-is-up-there-if-you-even-think-about-looking-at-me-you’re-going-to-wish-you-didn’t pissed.

First, he had barely gotten any sleep–nightmares kept coming back to bite him in the ass and then when he finally got to some semblance of rest, his alarm had gone off. Steve appeared at his door, ready for their early morning run, and Bucky shoved past him with an ominous cloud over his head. Steve knew not to push his buttons as they ran side by side, and the brunette grumbled the entire time, his usually light footsteps seeming to leave dents in his wake.

When he got back to the tower, the sunrise had just peeked over the horizon. He headed to the gym for a workout, to see if he could punch his frustrations out, but it did nothing to calm him as it usually did. Deciding he needed to get some fresh air, he rushed through a shower, pulled on his hat and a sweater and ventured out into the city.

The sun was bright and the day was warm but it did nothing to make him feel any better. He walked for a while until he spotted a small coffee shop on a corner and stepped inside. The aroma hit him immediately and seemed to ease him just the slightest. He stepped up into line behind a young woman who was just finishing up her order.

“…and just a small black tea for me, Kathy.”

“Sure thing, Y/n!” The cashier replied happily, taking her money and fishing for change before grabbing the order. As she handed her the cup, she said, “The rest of it will be at the end of the bar.”

“You’re the best.” Bucky could see the smile on her face as she turned to head to the end of the counter. There seemed to be an easy air around them and it made the tone of the shop all the more friendly.

He stepped up to the counter and was greeted with a smile. “Hi, how can I help you?”

“Can I just get a small coffee?” He said gruffly, trying to keep his tone even. He could feel his aggravation radiating off of himself, and the smallest tinge of guilt hit him for disrupting the easy air in the shop.

“Sure. That’ll be $1.62.” As the cashier went to fill his cup, he felt around in his pockets for his wallet, but he was coming up empty. He looked to the cashier, dread setting in as she simply lifted her brows at him.

“I-I’m sorry,” he said, feeling around a little more frantically in his pockets for something, anything, “I must have, ah…”


A slender arm extended past his face and over the register. Bucky looked to his left and saw the girl that had gone before him handing over two bills to the nameless cashier.

“You don’t–”

“Shh,” she interrupted him, already getting her change and dropping it into the tip jar. She grabbed his cup and handed it to him before he could say another word. “Everyone deserves some free coffee now and then.” She stepped away from him and towards the end of the bar, where another barista was placing finished drinks. Bucky followed her.

He took her in for a minute, examining her as she was putting drinks in a carrier. She was wearing a slender button up, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and some slim-fitting slacks, even though it was a hot summer day. He then took notice of the full carrier in her hands and wondered just how far she had to go.

“Do you, ah,” he started, catching her attention. She turned her head and he shuffled his feet awkwardly under her pretty gaze, “do you need a hand?”

A hint of a smile graced her lips and his shoulders relaxed. “No, it’s okay. I’m only going across the street.” She tilted her head towards the door and Bucky’s eyes followed, landing on the building right at the corner. “Thank you, though.”

A barista calling her name caught both of their attentions. Bucky watched as the teen handed her a small bag over the counter and bid her goodbye. She gave a “see ya later” and grabbed the full carrier in one hand, her tea and the bag in the other. As she turned to leave, their eyes met once more and she gave Bucky a meek smile.


It took him a split second to recover as he beat her to the door to open it for her. He stepped out and brought the door with him, and she gave him another smile and “thank you” as she passed. He let it go just after someone else stepped inside, and he hesitated. The sign across the street just lit up with the small yellow man, and she took a step forward.


He heard himself say it before the thought even registered in his mind. The girl turned to look at him, and he swears that he saw something like hope twinkle in her eyes.

He swallowed the small lump in his throat and took a leap of faith. “At least let me pay you back for the coffee.”

She smiled, just barely showing the front of her teeth, and relief flooded through him. “Okay. Here, tomorrow. Nine a.m.”

A smile cracked his face. “It’s a date.”

She laughed lightly, freely, as she turned and started to walk across the street. She only turned around again as she opened the door of the building right on the corner, giving him another smile before disappearing inside.

Suddenly, he didn’t feel so angry anymore.

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Ten Years (Part 5)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,483

Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating

A/N: All right, I’m pushing this out so that I can get to the actual reunion. It’s been done for a couple of days, but I wasn’t sure I liked it. However, it’s necessary filler. I mean, I want to know what happens, too! Thanks for all the well wishes, I am feeling slightly better. Also I used a gif with words for the first time because RED HENLEY MENTION.

Also also! I hit 1,500 followers this weekend. Not too shabby! I might do something special if I hit 2,000!

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