Thank you Bones for an incredible 12 seasons, 246 episodes, countless amazing characters and friendships, an abundant number of fantastic storylines, 2 of the best love stories of all time, and most importantly, 1 beautiful family of a cast. My life means more because I know you.
Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: oh shit.
A/N: I’m thinking about getting my nose pierced. Do and of you have a nose piercing? Does it hurt?
“You weren’t joking. He really is oblivious.” Pietro laughed as the two of you walked into Big Daddy’s.
“I told you.” you laugh with him, finding a booth near the window and sitting down.
“That’s insane.” he shook his head.
Your laughter subsides as Angela, a waitress you’ve come to know, comes around to your table. “Hey Y/N. The usual?”
You smiled and nod. “Yep.” you imagine the cup of the vanilla shake with oreo cookies and your mouth waters.
Angela writes it down and looks over at Pietro before a confused look comes across her face. “Where’s Bucky?”
You bite your bottom lip. “He was busy. This is Pietro, he’s one of my best friends.”
Angela turns to Pietro and shakes his hand. “Well, any friend of Y/N’s is a friend of mine.” the blonde smiles at her. “What can I get ya, hun?”
“Umm..” Pietro scans over the milkshake options before deciding. “I’ll have a strawberry milkshake.”
She writes it down on her little notepad and nods. “Alright, coming right up.” she turns to walk away.
“Angela, wait!” you exclaim, fishing out the coupons Bucky had given you. “Here.” you give her the two coupons and she looks them over before nodding.
“I’ll be right back with your order.” she smiled, waving the coupons around. You watch as she disappeared into the back before turning around.
“She’s nice.” Pietro says and you nod.
“She’s usually working when Buck and I come here. That’s why she knows me.” you explain. Pietro nods.
“So, if things go as planned, I’ll be going home soon. Bucky looks like he’s breaking each second he sees me with you.” he sighed, leaning back with a smile.
You roll your eyes. “You’re so sure of yourself.”
“You just don’t believe in me.”
You scoff. “I’ve liked him for years and I’ve waited for a hint that he may possibly like me back but there isn’t. Sorry if I don’t have enough faith in me to believe that you can give me that hint.”
“I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” he smirked. You roll your eyes at your friend just as Angela comes back with your milkshakes. You thank her and pull out two 20 dollar bills.
“Oh no, no, no, no.” she shakes her head as she backed away.
“Angela.” you say, pulling her back to you by her apron.
“No Y/N, you do this all the time.”
“This job pays shit, Ang.”
You roll your eyes and stuff the money into her pocket with a smile. “Take care of Nathan and yourself, alright?”
Slowly, a smile spreads across Angela’s face. “Thank you.”
You shrug. “Just call me your sugar momma.”
Angela laughs as she walks away and you look over at Pietro who was smiling at you. “What?”
“What you did was nice.” he says.
You tuck your hair behind your ears. “She needs money to support her and Nathan. I just wanna help.”
“Angela’s son.” you state. “He’s two years old. The dad left her when he found out she was pregnant so she’s been on her own and this job doesn’t pay her enough so I give her money.”
“Well that’s really sweet.” Pietro grinned.
“She’s my friend.” you shrug. “I like helping my friends.”
“If I wasn’t gay, I would so date you.” he says in the most serious tone he could muster up.
“But you’re not gay.”
“Oh, right.” he hummed. “You’re just not my type.”
You playfully glare at him and he laughs. “I’m everyone’s type, excuse you.”
“True.” he nods. “I just can’t seem to keep my hands off you.”
Pietro reaches over the table to touch your arm and you laugh. “That’s because you’re a clingy piece of shit.”
Pietro smiled. “Also true.”
Bucky closes his door after the elevator doors closed. He scoffed and ran his fingers through his hair, moving to sit down on his bed. “Can you believe that ass?”
“Who, Y/N?” Nat questioned. “You better not be calling my best friend-”
“No not Y/N. I would never call her that.” Bucky cut in. “I’m talking about Pietro.”
Natasha rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath as Bucky continued.
“Who the hell does he think he is? I bet he thinks Y/N likes him.” he scoffed. “News flash, she doesn’t. And she never will. I know that for a fact.” he thinks back to how Pietro smirked at him before entering the elevator. “He’s so fucking annoying, flirting with Y/N in front of me, tryna get a rise outta me. Pathetic.” the brunette rolls his eyes. “I could have Y/N under my arm if I really wanted to. Show him not to mess with me.”
Bucky almost forgot that Natasha, his girlfriend was sitting right beside him until she spoke. “Oh my god. You like Y/N.”
He snaps his head towards the beautiful red head and stumbles over his words. What the fuck was he thinking, saying that shit in front of Nat? What the fuck was he thinking, saying that shit period!
“Oh my god.” she repeats, this time with a scoff. “You do. You like her.”
Bucky finally finds some words to say. “No I don’t.”
“It’s obvious that you do.”
“Well I don’t.”
Natasha stands up and folds her arms across her chest. “So how long have you liked my best friend?”
Bucky, frustrated, pulls at his hair. “I don’t like Y/N.”
“Bullshit, James. Tell me the truth!” she raised her voice.
“I am telling the truth, Natalia.” he spat back.
The red head rolls her eyes at the soldier. “You were just having a mini rant about how Pietro was flirting with Y/N in front of you and how you could easily have her under your arm.” she says. When Bucky stayed silent, Natasha scoffed once more, gathering her stuff and opening the door. “Talk to me when you’ve figured out your feelings.”
Bucky flinched when the door slammed shut and he laid back on his bed. He closed his eyes and lets out a deep, long sigh. He was more confused then ever. All this time he’s seen Y/N as his best friend but now seeing her as a love interest confused the hell out of him. Did he like Y/N?
A/N: Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck tell me what you think :))))
TAGS ARE CLOSED BC I CAN’T KEEP UP WITH THEM LMAOOO
My fic went sideways on me, not in a bad way, but differently than I was expecting, and I was trying to figure out why. I was planning on banter, swordplay puns, and lots of sexy making-out; what I ended up with was introspective and bittersweet and didn’t diverge all that much from canon. Basically, it was a total Failure To Porn, despite how insanely gorgeous the two of them looked.
And then it hit me, what was so different about those flashback scenes for me, and about Flint and Silver in them. Flint was so gentle in them. That rage and pain and violence that has been his hallmark for most of four seasons is nowhere to be seen, ever, at all. He is measured, clever, smiling, a teacher. His incredible fighting skills are shown in formal, measured paces. Silver lies to his face and he quietly insists on acknowledging it, but when Silver panics, he rushes to assure him, I’m not angry with you. And he isn’t. He’s confused and curious and worried, but not angry. James Flint. NOT ANGRY. And that’s enough to make us pause and think and really look at the scenes in an entirely different way, more carefully, because it’s unexpected and strangely precious, like we’re given a new glimpse into a character we feel like we already know so well.
And Silver. He is not the Long John Silver we’ve seen all this season, tense and vicious and controlled. He freaks out in about fifteen directions simultaneously as soon as he realizes the avenue the ‘past’ conversation is headed down, and you can almost watch him run through his deflections in order: first, smile and flirt and offer an insincere alternative, then derail, then get indignant, then (for the first time) beg. His voice when he said “why isn’t it true?” is so small and young it broke my heart. He is honest, too, when he so quickly and hurriedly mutters “I don’t want you to know mine,” and it’s raw like we’ve never seen from him. Even his face is open, the expressions running across it for the world to see. He is uncertain and unsure, needing wisdom and validation and reassurance from Flint, and then he gets those things, and it’s both gorgeous and heartbreaking all at once.
So here we have two men, framed in these montages of training for war, but as gentle and honest and open as they’ve ever been with each other. The dichotomy is striking and arresting and draws the eye and mind back again and again to marvel at it.
The all-black outfits didn’t hurt either.
If Toby Stephens and Luke Arnold don’t get all the awards for this season, for the incredible nuance and depth and sheer soul they bring these characters, I swear to god, I’m gonna riot.
I kind of really wish that they got Daniel to play James Potter for the flashback to his Hogwarts days. They looked almost double of each other apart from a few differences. I think it would have been really creative to show that using the actor of Harry, with using some effects makeup to make the changes and a great nod to the book description of the scene.