Summary: You’d supported Steve and his decision to not kill Bucky. Fuck, you even supported Steve when he’d literally started a war over Bucky. Done jail time for him. But you what you couldn’t manage to do for the life of you, for the love of Steve, was get along with Bucky. Especially when he managed to make you blush every time you were in the same room as the man
Everythings a little bit of a…blur.
The strong dose Percocet had kicked in and turned your mind into slow moving mush. You clearly remember inviting Bucky to bed with you, and him crawling in next to you, but leaving enough space between the two of you so that your bodies didn’t touch. He was being so careful, so aware of you. So good to you. Even though you knew he was just as exhausted- mentally and physically, as you were from the mission.
Simon X Reader Fandom: Sidemen Summary(Requested): Simon gets a DUI and expects Y/N to bail him out. A/N: I have no clue if the bail thing is even accurate. I tried.
Three in the morning was not the best time to call you. Your phone started ringing on your bedside table around then. You grumbled as you reached for it, flinching away from the brightness. “What?” “Y/N, can you come get me?” “Simon, why are you calling me at three in the morning to come get you? I don’t even know where you are.” “I’m with the police.” “What. Did. You. Do?” “I may be a bit drunk.” “Please don’t let it be public indecency.” “No, DUI.’ “Where you really stupid enough to drive whilst drunk?” “I didn’t think I was that drunk!” “That’s what they all say.” “Y/N, we’ve been friends for forever, you know I’m bad at telling how drunk I am.’ “Okay, I’ll be there in like ten minutes, don’t do any more stupid stuff.” “Yes ma’am.” “Watch it, Minter.” You got to the police station and asked for Simon. They led you back and he was sat in a cell, looking very intently at the walls. “You’ll have to pay his bail to take him home, miss.” “How much is bail?” “His fine will be £5000, so I’ll put his bail at £2500.” “Simon, I can’t pay that. “Well, why not?” “Because I’m sorry we’re not all internationally recognized YouTubers.” “Will you wait until they release me then?” I looked up at the officer pleadingly. He sighed and took his keys from his belt. ‘You’re going to voluntarily sit in their with him?” You nodded. He unlocked the door and let you go in before re-locking it. You sat down next to Simon and leaned your head on his shoulder. Then you realized you still had your phone. That meant you could call one of the boys, and the boys definitely had enough money for bail. “Hey, Josh.” ‘You do realize what time it is, yeah?” “Dude, I got called at three to come take care of this idiot, don’t complain.” “What idiot?” “Simon and I are sat in a jail cell right now. Can you come bail him out?” “Can’t you?” “It’s £2500. I can’t afford that.” “Alright, I’ll be there soon.” “Thank you.” Josh played the hero once again. He bailed Simon out and took the two of you back to the Sidemen house. Simon was sobering up, but he was still a little out of it. Josh was helping him inside as you mad sure he hadn’t lost anything. “Josh, Y/N looked really pretty, but don’t tell her I said so.” “Yeah, you’re still out of it, mate. Come on, up to bed.” “Oo, are you going to go to bed with me Josh?” “No, but Y/N might.” “Y/N’s at home.” ‘No, mate, Y/N is right behind us.” “Well, I shouldn’t have opened my big mouth then.” “Nay, i don’t usually get called pretty.” “Don’t make fun of me.” “I’m not, Simon!” “Are too!” “Are not!” “I don’t care what you’re arguing about, just shut up!” Well, Vik was definitely home. “Josh, I can get him upstairs.” “Okay, you sure?” “Yeah, I’ve got him.” You helped Simon the rest of the way of the stairs, helping him with his ‘ever confusing’ shirt off and then his jeans. “Y/N, I don’t want you to leave.” “Simon, I should probably go get my car and go home.” “No, stay. You can get your car when the sun’s up. Wouldn’t want you to get mugged in the street.” “Why are your thoughts only coherent part of the time?” “The wonders of alcohol on me that you should be used to.” “I’ll stay, but you owe me big time.” “I mean, we could–” “Don’t even suggest that.” “I wasn’t serious.” “Good.” “Can I kiss you though?” “What?” He didn’t answer you, instead he kissed you chastely. “Simon, we can’t do this.” “Why not?” “If you still want to kiss me when you’re not drunk we’ll see.” “I know what i’m doing with my hangover.”