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On Your Right ~ Bucky x Reader (Part 18)

A/N: Happy Hump Day lovelies! Some Bucky fluff and some girl talk. 
So, I’ve made my decision and there will only be one or two more chapters to On Your Right. :( BUT I am going to continue to write in the universe though because I love these two dummies so much! But they’ll be one-shots. :) I hope you enjoy this chapter! 

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Summary: An invitation and an interrogation/support session. 

Rating: T for language,

Warnings: fluffy fluff, insecure!Reader, language 

Pairings/Characters: Bucky x reader, Steve Rogers (Briefly), Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, and Sif

Word count: 1451

For several minutes you both just stood looking at each other and giggling occasionally. You were content to stay lost in his eyes as he held you close, but the sound of recruits approaching broke the spell the two of you seemed to be under.

“Maybe we should head back,” you suggested.  

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”

You quickly wheeled the practice bike into the garage before hopping on the back of Bucky’s motorcycle. This time there was no hesitation as you wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned against him.

You shrugged out of your riding jacket as he tapped some dirt off his boots, both of you waiting for the other one to speak. You gave in first.

“Thank you for the lesson, Bucky. I had a good time.” You mentally slapped yourself for the understatement of the year.

“I’m glad. Can I ask you something?”

His hands were tucked into his pockets and he was rocking back and forth on his heels. He looked like he was about to say something very unpleasant and you started to panic.

Oh no. Oh God. He regrets kissing me.  

“Doll, I just wanted to…” “Bucky, about the kiss…” You spoke at the same time.

“Sorry, you go.”

“No, no,” you shook your head. “You go first.”

“So, about the kiss… I know I sort of did things out of order,” he stammered running a hand through his hair roughly, “But will you go out on a date with me tonight, doll?”

You had been so prepared for rejection that his question totally blindsided you and you just opened and closed your mouth a few times.  

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have… I just thought with you saying yes to kissing me that you might like me. I shouldn’t have assumed… I’ve made things super awkward. Just forget it.” he spoke so quickly he was tripping over his words.  

It was adorable.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” you smirked. The role reversal was enough to shut him up. “I would love to, Bucky.”

“Wait, what?”

“I would love to go on a date with you,” you enunciated.

“Oh. Okay, great. I’ll pick you up at your room at seven.”

“That sounds perfect.”

He grinned.

“Great. I’ll see you at seven.”



You repeated ‘great’ a few more times before you broke the cycle, “I’m going to go shower.”

“Great. I’m going to clean up my bike.”



You giggled at him, pressing your lips into a tight line to keep from saying ‘Great’ again. You started to lean in to kiss him and then halfway through chickened out and ended up giving him an awkward hug/kiss on the ear. Mortified you scurried away to get ready for your date, knocking into Steve on your way into the compound.

You landed on the ground with a soft grunt.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t see you.”

He immediately helped you to your feet, inspecting you for any accidental damage.  

“No, worries, Steve. No harm, no foul.”

“You seem happy. Did the motorcycle lesson go well?”

“Yeah,” you nodded enthusiastically, “It was unexpectedly awesome.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I know Bucky was really hoping you’d enjoy it.”

“Really? Why?”

“I think he wants someone else to go riding with besides me,” he chuckled. “He also wants another excuse to spend time with you.”

Before you could ask what he meant, Bucky called out to Steve.

“Hey, punk, I need a hand with my bike. Get out here.”

“I’ll be right there, jerk,” Steve called back. “I’ll see you later, sweetheart. I’m glad you had a good lesson.”

“Thanks, Steve. See you.”

“Why were we not immediately informed of this development, Y/n?”

“Holy shit,” you jumped as you exited your bathroom. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Natasha, Wanda, and Sif were sitting imperiously at the foot of your bed, looking at you expectantly.

“We’re waiting on an explanation.”

“I was going to text you when I got out of the shower.”

“A likely story.”

You rolled your eyes and flipped Nat the bird.

“Did you come to harass me or are you actually going to be helpful?”

“Well we already picked out your outfit and jewelry, so I’m going to go with harass,” Wanda smirked.

You followed her gaze to your closet door where your favorite light blue lace dress hung along with a short white sweater.

“You know, I really didn’t take you for a gossip, Sif.”

You all knew that was a lie and burst out laughing.

“I find you and your battlemate’s hesitancy amusing. I’m quite invested in your relationship’s development.”

“As are we.”  

“How did you three even find out?” you asked as you pawed through the jewelry they had laid out, nodding in approval.

“You live in a house full of superheroes and spies and you’re actually going to ask that question?”

“I’d like to know who I need to beat up next training session.”

You glanced at the clock and realized you had time to relax so you sat down on your bed to brush your hair out. Now that they had made their point the other three women made themselves comfortable.

“He was practically skipping with a dopey grin on his face,” Nat elaborated. “It wasn’t hard to put two and two together.”

“Really?” You asked excitedly, trying to picture it.

They nodded with broad smiles.

“Plus, Bucky told the guys as soon as you cleared the kitchen. We found them offering dating advice.”

Your eyebrows shot up.

“Don’t worry, we told him not to listen to any of them.”

Nat winked at you.

“He seems to be quite infatuated with you, little warrior.”

“So, how did he ask you out?”

Biting your lip at the memory, you felt your smile widen.

“That’s the same dopey grin!” Sif pointed out, making you laugh.

“Well, when we got back from my riding lesson, he was being super awkward and I thought he was going to tell me he regretted kissing me, but…”

“WAIT WHAT?!” they all yelled.

“He kissed you?” “How did you not start with that?” “Work with us here, y/n!” Their voices overlapped.

“Maybe I should start at the beginning.”

“Ya think?”

“Okay, so…”

You rehashed the entire afternoon from when you met up in the garage to what Steve had said when you bumped into him.

“You’re disgustingly adorable,” was Nat’s conclusion.

You glanced at the clock and climbed off the bed to get ready. You wanted to make sure you were done in plenty of time.

“Wait, you told us you’ve never been out with anybody before.” You’d been hoping they would have forgotten that conversation, “Does that mean Bucky was your first kiss?”

“Isn’t that implied?” You asked as you slid the dress over your head.

“Not necessarily,” Sif disagreed.

You thought about it carefully.

“Technically, no. But, for all intents and purposes, yes.”

“Do you want to explain that one?”

“I’ve been kissed before, but it’s always been on the job. Today was my first real kiss.”

“Was it everything you ever dreamed of?”

“Better,” you told them honestly. “It was real. And it was with Bucky.”

“Are you excited for your first real date?”

“What if it’s disappointing?” You asked in lieu of an answer.

“Do you really think you’ll ever be disappointed spending time with him?”

You gaped at Natasha.

“Of course not!”

“Then didn’t you answer your own question?”

“I meant, what if it’s disappointing for him?” You admitted quietly as you clasped your necklace.

“Y/n, that’s not possible. That boy is head over heels for you.”

“And don’t forget what Steve said, Bucky is looking for reasons to spend time with you. Just relax.”

“He said he was looking for an excuse to spend time with me,” you corrected them. “Why does he need an excuse if he likes me? What if he doesn’t want to really be seen with me?” You asked frantically as your mind spiraled.

“Get out of your head, Y/n,” Wanda warned.

“He was looking for an excuse to spend time with you because the guys have been telling him for weeks to ask you out but he kept saying that the timing wasn’t right yet.”

“He wants everything to be perfect for you.”  

You let their words bolster your confidence and actually managed a smile at your reflection.

At five minutes to seven, they each hugged you and wished you luck before slipping out of your room. You had just finished pinning one last stray lock of hair when there was a soft knock on the door.

“Deep breath, y/n,” you whispered before opening your door.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. First date coming up in the next part. <3 

Part 19 

Jeanette has been waiting very patiently for these little rose gold Paw Print pieces to come in from BVLA! They made for a great fit in her second earlobe piercings.

While in the studio today, she also fell in love with the beautiful Rosette and absolutely had to have it in the upper cartilage piercing that we did last year! So great.

“So, you desire me?”

There wasn’t a sole in New Orleans who didn’t want to attend a Mikaelson Family ball.  You’d been lucky enough to get into the good graces of the one and only Rebekah Mikaelson, and that instantly got you an ‘in’ to the various functions the family would throw.  Of course, being close to Rebekah also meant that you got to meet her brothers.  A certain Elijah Mikaelson in particular.  Tonight was yet another ball, and you had shown up at the Mikaelson household a few hours early to have Rebekah help you with getting ready.  She was fortunately loaning you a dress, seeing as you were quickly running out of fancy clothes with all the parties the Mikaelsons threw.

“When are you going to start bringing a date to these balls?”  Rebekah asked, zipping up the back of your dress for you.  You sighed, rolling your eyes teasingly and fluffing out your hair in a vain attempt to make yourself more presentable.

“I haven’t found anyone that I want to invite along yet.”  You countered, pawing through Rebekah’s jewelry for a necklace that matched the dress she had you in.

“Oh come on.  You have to have your eye on someone.”  Rebekah pressed with a knowing smile.  You felt your cheeks flare up at her comment, a sign that she didn’t miss.  “You can tell me.”  She continued to press, flopping down into her bed.

“You’re going to think it’s a stupid crush.”  You shrugged off, glancing at yourself in the mirror to ensure that you looked alright.

“Just tell me.”  Rebekah rolled her eyes.

“Elijah.”  You murmured after a few moments of silence.  Rebekah’s face lit up at your confession, a laughing emanating from her chest.

“Elijah?”  She repeated, almost disbelievingly.  You nodded shyly, turning to face your friend and jumping slightly at the figure in the doorway.

“So, you desire me Y/N?” Elijah asked, a smile pulling on the corners of his mouth.  Mutely you nodded, at a loss of how else to reply to his question.  “Well then, would you kindly allow me to escort you to the ball tonight?”  He asked, bowing slightly at the waist, never letting his eyes stray from yourself.

“I would love to.”  You murmured, your blush returning ten fold.