@lysdal tagged me to post my lock screen, home screen, last song I listened to, and latest selfie (not really a selfie but ya) (and this poor cat he’s squirmy so he’s hard to hold)
I don’t tag anyone cuz idk who to tag so I guess if u want to do it you can
(Oh and what do ya know I’m wearing the exact outfit that’s in the pic today)
Summary: Reader is Steve’s twin sister and Bucky of course is his best friend. They both have feelings for each other but neither of them are smart enough to see it.
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Warnings: Cussing so far
A/N: Listen, this is really shitty. And I’m not sure if I’m going to continue it. I guess it depends on the feedback. Also very little bucky x reader in the first chapter, wanted to give a back story kinda. Also this is a working title. And if you want to be on some sort of tagging list just let me know. Also writing is not one of my best skills D: I just wanna get the bucky feels out.
“God, can this
day get any worse?” The girl yelled loud enough for the people on the street to
stop and stare. She held her middle finger in the air at the cab driver that
splattered mud all over her outfit. The obscene gesture caused several audience
members to gasp. “Oh boo hoo.” The girl glared at them at she started toward
Just dropping out
of college and pretty much being forced to move in with her twin brother since
it would be unbearable to go back home to mom and dad was a pretty clear sign
of how life was going. Shitty. She had absolutely no idea of what career she
wanted to be stuck with for the rest of her life. Honestly, she didn’t know
where she wanted to be in general. Sometimes a person just craves life
experience. So leaving University seemed like the best option. It was in the
middle of January, the time everyone was supposed to go back to their dorms and
roommates. But she just couldn’t. That’s not where her heart was.
A loud sigh escaped
past her lips as she lugged a giant suitcase up the stairs to Steve’s
apartment, trying to go into this with a positive mindset. Being Steve Roger’s
twin sister was probably one of the hardest things to deal with. He was
perfect. He was physically attractive, his personality was brighter than the
sun, and luck seemed to always be on his side. He always had girls pining after
him and everyone wanted to be his friend. Growing up, he was a star football
player, got a full athletic and math scholarship to a fancy private school
uptown, and now here he was working for the
Tony Stark, not even out of college yet. On the bright side, he never let all
the popularity and success get to his head.
Y/n on the other
hand? Nothing like Steve. Growing up she was often forgotten about. By friends,
even family whenever Steve came around. Her name was rarely used. It was
“How does it feel
to be Steve’s sister?”
to be a friend just to get close to Steve, and that hurt like a bitch. So day
in and day out for years, she tried so hard to be like Steve. But nothing
worked, so by the time 8th grade rolled around it was decided that
she was going to be herself. And it seemed everyone was mad about it,
especially mom and dad. She became known
to rebel, do whatever, whenever. Half the time the shenanigans went unnoticed,
but when they were noticed? Oh boy, she was the worst person alive. Fighting,
partying, sneaking out, skipping class, mouthing off, (etc.) was the only way
she could bring attention to herself.
But even after
all that, hating her brother wasn’t an option. He was her biggest supporter and
hated how insignificant she stood with everyone else. Steve saw through the
danger and careless vibe she gave off, and knew she was hurting. He always
tried his hardest to be a confidence booster and was always quick to defend her
whenever he got the chance, even when it came to mom and dad. He really was
perfect, and she wanted to punch him for it.
up the never ending staircase, she fumbled with the doorknob and stumbled into
the apartment, cussing as she went. Considering this is the first time actually
being in his apartment, she looked around drinking it all in and couldn’t help
but feel a little jealous. It wasn’t like he was rich, but he had money. Of
course he did, he was working for Tony Stark. So naturally, the apartment was
beautiful and pretty spacious.
“Y/n! Let me help
you!” Steve appeared around the corner when he heard the commotion coming from
the front door. He grabbed everything from her hands and carried it with ease
down the hallway. “I have your room all set up for you.” He said with that
perfect smile, like he wasn’t doing her the biggest favor in the world. He
showed his bedroom and the room that would be home for her until further
notice, which also had a bathroom of its own. Thank God.
she looked down at the floor, feeling ashamed. “Listen, I’m sorry you have to
board me for a while, I promise I’m going to find a job, or a boyfriend, or a
roommate or something to try and get out of your hair.”
Steve shot her a
don’t-start kind of look as he gently flopped the suitcase on what was now
going to be her bed. And by god, did it look comfy. “Is this all you brought
y/n?” Steve asked with a hint of pity in his voice.
embarrassed, to meet his eyes, she started unzipping the suitcase to dig out
clothes to wear after the apparent shower she was going to be taking. “I didn’t
have much when I was living at the university, and it’s not like mom and dad
ever gave me money. I never really had extra money from work either. So this is
all I have.” She tried to play it off like she wasn’t self-conscious and
wounded, but Steve saw through the façade and pulled her in for a hug, despite
the wet stains that littered her clothes.
“Listen, I’d love
to stay and catch up today, but I actually just called to have a meeting at
Stark Tower. It was completely unexpected or I would have told you yesterday.
You understand?” The look in his eyes definitely showed that he felt bad for
bailing out on her, but then again she did just ask to move in the previous
“Yeah sure! No
big deal Stevie.” Steve hugged her so tight that she thought she heard a rib
The shower had
been just what she needed. Clean, refreshed and not muddy. Soon after the
shower, Y/N had to snoop around. After discovering that Steve lived in a giant
4-plex, she counted 2 rooms, 3 bathrooms, a giant kitchen, and an open living
room. It was decorated tastefully. Obviously colors she wouldn’t have gone
with, but she wasn’t going to complain.
Y/n became so
engrossed in looking at the décor on the walls that she didn’t see the small
table in front of her. There was a loud thud as she hit the floor along with a
loud crash of a fancy vase that had been on the table.
seconds after her incident she heard Steve’s front door swing open. “Steve? You
okay? I thought I heard something fall…”
“shit shit shit.”
The frantic tone in her voice was definitely evident. She knew that voice. She
would know it anywhere. Why was he here?
Barnes. Steve’s best friend. She hadn’t seen him in a year. Of course, she had
been pretty close to him as well all throughout their childhood. He was one of
the few people that called her by her name. Whenever the two were alone, he
didn’t dare bring up Steve, unless she had first, knowing what’s always going
on around her. Bucky was also very attractive and popular. But in a quirky kind
of way. He was a musician. Every instrument he played, he did it beautifully.
His favorite was the piano. She adored the piano. When he played for her, she
always got swept away in watching his hands and seeing the smile in his eyes as
he was completely consumed by his own music. No one would have guessed that he
would be best friends with Steve Rogers, but they made sense in a way.
y/n was in love with him. Always had been and probably always will be. Sure she had had boyfriends through the
years, some good ones. To be honest, she could probably get anyone that she
wanted. But there was something about that man. Those blue eyes, his soft
locks, that fucking smile. His voice was soothing and calm. God and the way his
nose scrunches up when he laughs. That was her favorite thing. But he also had
a darkness about him that just keeps bringing her back for more.
thinking about reacting, Bucky stormed into the hallway where the accident had
taken place. His face turned from worried to completely confused. It was
obvious he was not expecting to see her. “Y/n?”
She hesitated and
shrugged innocently. “Um… Don’t tell Steve?” Her words made him chuckle lightly
as he walked over to her and crouched down next to her.
“Why am I not
surprised?” His voice had a playful tone to it.
“Listen, it was
an accident. I literally just moved in here today and I’m already breaking
shit.” She complained out loud and Bucky chuckled again, causing her to smile
in return. She stood up and started toward the light switch.
Before she could
take a step, two strong arms pick her up bridal style. “You’re not wearing any
shoes Y/N. We don’t need another accident.” Her heart pounded in her chest so
hard she was positive Bucky could hear it. The pitter patter only increased
when she the faint smell of cologne and his laundry soap filled her senses.
He playfully threw her
on the couch. “Just don’t break anything while I clean this up.”
Artist portrait meme at the request of a friend. I also included some of my favorite outfits from the past few weeks. Can you recognize all the styles and influences? (Ignore the tags if you want to guess)