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
A/N: I think this fic is coming to an enddddddd. Also how have you been? Are you well rested? How was your day? How’s school going? How’s your job? I care about you guys, man.
Steve breathed in, opening his eyes and looking at his - very stupid - best friend. He tried very calmly to process all of the information Bucky had just thrown at him all at once.
“So let me get this straight,” he spoke in a soft tone. “You’re dating Natasha at the moment.” Bucky nods. “And all of a sudden you like Y/N?”
Bucky let out a deep sigh. “When you say it like that, it sounds bad. ‘All of asudden’.” he mocked.
“I’m just trying to understand how one minute you’re happy with Nat and the next you want to be with Y/N.”
“It wasn’t like that.” Steve gave his friend a confused look, causing the brunette to continue. “I think it was a long time coming. At one point in time I had a small crush on Y/N but never did anything about it. I thought she just saw me as her friend so I pushed aside my feelings for her. I didn’t want to lose the friendship I had with her. Then Nat came around and she made me forget about my feelings for Y/N, even if it was only for a few hours.”
“So you’re using Natasha.” Steve stated.
“Don’t say it like that!” Bucky hissed, shoving Steve’s shoulder. “But yeah, I guess I am. I never really got over Y/N. The feelings I have for her just lingered in the back of my mind and I tried my best to distract myself from them.”
“Bucky.” Steve groaned. “Why?”
“Why string Natasha along all this time! What has she done to deserve this?”
Bucky sighed. “I forced myself to believe that I liked her in that way. She’s a great person and not gonna lie, the make out sessions were amazing. And don’t get me started on the-”
Steve cleared his throat, bringing his best friend back to reality. Bucky muttered an apology and ran his fingers through his hair.
“You have to sort this shit out, Bucky.” he sighed. “What are you gonna do?”
“I have to talk to Nat first, tell her I’m sorry for everything. I hope I didn’t ruin her friendship with Y/N.” the super soldier responds.
“You royally fucked up my friend.”
Bucky rolled his eyes. “Yeah thanks for reminding me.”
Bucky thinks back to all the times he’s hung out with you. How much he loved watching movies with you because no matter what, your fingers would always find their way to his hair. He loved calling you baby doll, seeing your cheeks tint pink and holding back a grin but ultimately failing at doing so.
There was a reason he always reminded you of how beautiful you looked because to him, you looked beautiful all the time. In his head, he knew no one could take you from him. He knew he couldn’t be replaced and he knew you couldn’t be replaced - by anyone.
So why had he tried replacing you with Natasha?
Too much thinking made his brain hurt and he let out a whimper. “Tell me how bad I’ve messed up again.”
“You’ve messed up so bad, Nat might cut your balls off and hang them on her wall.” Steve wasted no time. It’s like he was waiting for this moment to come because there was absolutely no hesitation. “You’ve messed up so bad that Y/N might reject you because you hurt her best friend.” Bucky huffed. “You’ve messed up so bad that-”
“Alright, alright, I get it you asshole.” Bucky barked, throwing a pillow Steve’s way. It hit his face and fell onto his lap.
“So you choose Y/N?” Steve questioned to confirm.
“Yeah.” he nods. “I hate to say it but Nat was just a distraction.”
“How long was it going on before you told us?”
“It wasn’t even serious, Steve!” Bucky held his hands up to protect himself from the pillow being thrown at him. “What we had was a fling. All we would do was talk and fuck. That’s it. We didn’t actually start dating until the night we told all of you. We talked about it a couple of hours before dinner.”
“That doesn’t make it okay!”
“I know, I know.” he stands up. “I have to go find Nat and talk to her.”
But before Bucky could walk away, Steve grabbed his arm. “Now might not be the best time to talk to her. She’s in Y/N’s room with her and Wanda. They’re having ‘girl time’. Whatever that means.”
“How do you know that?”
“I bumped into them, taking cookies and other things into the room but before I could ask what they were doing, Wanda said they’re having girl time and not to bother them for the rest of the day.”
Bucky sat down slowly. You and Natasha were going to be in a room. Together. It had only been three days since Nat accused Bucky of liking Y/N and after many, many talks with his friends (much like the one he just had with Steve), Bucky finally figured out his feelings. For both Natasha and Y/N.
He hoped Nat didn’t say anything about their little argument to Y/N. He wanted to talk to her first. Bucky sat back on the couch and looked over at his friend.
“Why does the universe hate me?”
“We haven’t done this in so long.” Natasha sighed as the three of you sat in your room. Nat was painting Wanda’s toes and you were laying down beside them, flipping through a magazine.
“Yeah..” you hummed. You weren’t about to tell her that the reason you’ve been distancing yourself from her was because you were madly in love with her boyfriend and that seeing them together felt like someone was stabbing you directly in the heart with ten knives all at once.
“How’d you detach Pietro from Y/N?” Nat asks Wanda who was munching on a cookie.
“I told Sam to occupy him for the day.” she replied.
“It couldn’t have been that easy. This is Sam we’re talking bout.”
“I have to do his laundry for two weeks.”
You snort as you flip the page. “That’s the Sam I know and love.”
“Speaking of love..” Nat trails off, sitting up and looking at you. “What’s the update with the guy you’re madly in love with?”
You take a bite of your animal cookie, not looking at Natasha as you flipped another page. “There is no update.”
“What do you mean there’s not an update?”
“I mean there’s not an update. He has a girlfriend so there’s no point in pining after him.” you calmly respond.
“So? Y/N you’ve been in love with this guy for years. Break them up and get with him.” she says as if it’s the most obvious thing to do.
You look over at Wanda and give her a look, basically pleading her to change the subject. She understands you immediately.
“I love the color, Nat. What is it?” Wanda spoke as she wiggled her toes.
“It’s called Miss Behave.” the red head winked, causing Wanda to laugh.
“Well I love it. It’s really pretty.” she brings her hand up to her face. “Maybe you could paint my nails to match my toes.”
You let out a sigh of relief as Natasha agrees to paint her nails. You wait a few seconds before relaxing and trading out your magazine for another one.
You silently thank Wanda when Nat starts speaking again. “How about this: you tell me who this guy is an I’ll talk to him. I just wanna talk.”
“It’s just a talk, Y/N. I won’t even bring my gun.”
“This guy broke your big heart, let me avenge it.”
You started to get irritated and you got up, placing the magazine on your nightstand. Stay calm, Y/N. Just. Stay. Calm.
Wanda notices the look on your face and licks her lips. “Uh.. Hey Nat have you seen the new episode of Law & Order? It’s absolutely crazy!”
“Not now, Wanda.” she turns her attention back to you. “You’re obviously not over this guy, Y/N.”
You whip around. “So what if I’m not? It’s just a little crush. It’ll bypass in no time.”
“Guys..” Wanda’s voice gave off a warning tone.
“It’s been five years.” Natasha reminds you and you clench your fists. Stay calm and don’t cry.
“So this isn’t ‘just a little crush’. You’re in love with this dude!”
“Natasha, just drop it.” Wanda says in a soft tone. She knew where this was headed and she tried shutting it down.
The red head looks over at the brunette and glared at her. “No, I’m not going to just drop it. Y/N’s wasted five years on this asshole, Wanda. We’re her best friends. We need to teach that douchebag a lesson.”
“She’s right, just drop it. Nothing will change.” you spoke, trying so hard not to break down. You were afraid that if she continued to push the subject, you’d tell her everything. You didn’t want to break her heart; to betray her. What kind of person likes their best friends boyfriend? How fucked up is that? She couldn’t find out.
“Just tell me who he is!” Natasha was beginning to get frustrated. After all, she just wanted to make the guy pay for hurting her best friend.
“No!” you shout. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Fuck! Your eyes fill with tears and when you blink, they roll down your cheeks, staining them.
“Nat she’s crying, just leave it be.” Wanda grips Natasha’s forearm but she yanks it away, not listening to her.
“Why won’t you tell me who he is!? It’s fucking simple Y/N!” her arms are waving all over the place and her face is as red as her hair from yelling. “You know about me and Bucky so why can’t I know who this dude is!?”
“Stop pressuring her!”
Your tears blurred your vision so all you could see was a red blob and you sobbed loudly before shouting; “Because it’s Bucky!”
A/N: ohhhh noooo oh my gawd. Tell me what ya think!
Some Elorcan smut please!!!! No angst no betrayal just fluff. (Sorry also curious but how old are you?) Thank you! (Lovvvvveee the Pale Skin and Onyx Eyes work BTW!!)
Clearly NSFW Elorcan smutfic, read at your own peril! smut under the cut~ CW: some misogynistic language
YO I DID THIS FOR U ANON, AND I’M ACTUALLY PRETTY HAPPY WITH IT?? sorry it took a little while! It’s my first smutfic, so go easy on me. I hope ur bodies are ok afterwards~ let me know what you think! ;3
Elide Lochan sighed through her nose. She was finally done with classes for the day and was now sitting on a nondescript, black couch in Lorcan’s dorm room at Adarlan University of Magic and Research (AU, for short). Lorcan had just gotten back from the gym so he was currently showering in the bathroom.
Elide rolled her neck around and huffed a sigh again. She was bored.
What to do while Lorcan showers… Not that it will take very long. Elide rolled her eyes, but mid-eye-roll she remembered that there was a magazine in her backpack, some silly Fae, female’s health magazine that Aelin had carelessly left lying around on Elide’s desk, and it had somehow found its way into her backpack. She mentally reminded herself to ask whether Aelin wanted the magazine back at dinner later.
She and Lorcan were scheduled to go out to dinner with Rowan and Aelin at 6PM, but right now, it was only 4:45PM. Propping her feet up on the couch, she idly began flipping through the magazine. Elide absentmindedly tugged on a strand of hair and loudly sighed again while glaring at the bathroom door. After flipping through a couple more pages, a few words caught her eye – an article mentioning the classic movie Titania, where a Fae male named Jack and a human woman named Rosalyn fell in love after meeting on a ship. Her arched brows raised – it had been a long time since she had watched that film. It was now considered a cliché movie, but it had been a huge hit at the time of its release.
Elide sat up and continued reading through the rather
sexually-explicit page. Seeing the movie title reminded her of last summer,
when Aelin had thrown a ridiculous end-of-the-school-year party on a cruise
ship, essentially forcing people
together for a day and a half in the middle of an ocean. It was such an Aelin thing to do, but Elide admitted
that Aelin had accomplished her goal for the party, which had been matchmaking for other people. Like Elide.
And even Manon, with Dorian nonetheless!
Elide was pretty sure she could point to any girl in their class and there was a 50-50 chance Dorian Havilliard had slept with her. And Manon pretty much hated men. Elide shook her head as she remembered.
The party had successfully forced Elide and Lorcan to finally confront each other after they barely spoke to each other during her first year at Adarlan U. But they had both often stared at each other when the other wasn’t looking, and they would make such intense eye contact often enough that their astute friends obviously noticed.
Aelin tried to talk to Elide about it, and Rowan cornered Lorcan, but both Elide and Lorcan denied that there was anything going on. And when Aelin and Rowan had both stared and pointed out that, that’s the point, NOTHING is going on, they had each hurriedly made an excuse and fled. Elide prayed Aelin would leave the subject alone after that.
However, Aelin decided to take things into her own hands with her summer party, and Elide couldn’t help but smile at the memory of Lorcan and her on the cruise ship.
Aelin had all but shoved her towards the shadowy deck where Lorcan was standing alone, leaning against the rails and looking out into the endless ocean. Elide nearly tripped over the blood-red, floor-length, strapless dress Aelin had loaned her. The week before the cruise, Aelin had thrusted the heap of fabric into Elide’s arms, and ignored her when Elide tried to protest.
Elide had profusely thanked her friend, admitting that she did love the wispy chiffon layers of the dress and the delicate beading over the chest. She had felt more… confident wearing the dress, which gave her the courage that summer night to finally have a real conversation with Lorcan that didn’t involve discussing the weather or classes. And in that dress, she and Lorcan had shared their first kiss, underneath the stars with nothing but waves for miles around.
At that moment, the bathroom door swung open, steam dissipating into the room as Lorcan Salvaterre stepped through the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist. His muscled chest glistened with water as he shook water droplets from his dark, shoulder-length hair. Looking at the planes of his chiseled face still took Elide’s breath away.
Elide sat up and crossed her legs. She placed the magazine on the glass coffee table in front of her and tipped her chin up at him.
“I’m bored,” she whined, tossing her hair dramatically. Lorcan’s onyx eyes automatically snapped to the clock hanging on the wall and then back to her fine-boned face.
“I’ve been in the bathroom for ten minutes,” he said calmly, while towel-drying his hair. “And we’re getting dinner in an hour, Elide.”
Elide watched him for a moment, before tugging off her pink, long-sleeve shirt and flinging it onto the floor. Her dark, waist-length hair fell over her pale breasts, which were cupped by a lacy, pink bra. One of her hands drifted in between her legs, and she drummed her fingers against her clothes.
I just checked out Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur, and goodness that book is beautiful. I’m running out of magazine clippings for my bujo, but can’t seem to find any decent magazines anywhere. Who would have thought that it would be so difficult to find used magazines??
Summary:He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?
Anonymous:Can u do a fanfic where Spence is dating a famous girl but keeping it secret from the team until they are reading the paper and see a guy that looks super similar to Spencer, and also the girl is Derek’s celebrity crush?? Weird I know ahha
JJ cheerfully walked through the bull pen, placing a magazine on Derek’s desk, grinning smugly at him.
“I’m afraid little miss famous is taken.” JJ chuckled, sitting at her desk opposite his. Derek shook his head in amusement, scoffing dramatically.
“Aw, man. Who is the lucky guy?” Derek questioned, glancing down at the magazine curiously but there was only a picture of Y/N at the front.
“I have no idea, just saw the article title,” JJ grinned, “Y/N’s drunken antics with mysterious man.” She recalled, laughing softly. Derek grinned, leaning back and flickering through the magazine to be met with a familiar looking man. Immediately, Derek frowned, inspecting the image more carefully.
“Everything okay, is he cute?” JJ questioned, humour playing at her gentle voice but quickly drifted off at Derek’s intense stare.
“Take a look at this.” Derek uttered, making JJ meet his side instantaneously, gasping at the image of Y/N kissing a man that looked eerily like Spencer.
“No, it can’t be. I mean alcohol and physical contact are not Spencer’s thing, what-so-ever.” JJ speculated, giggling at Derek’s defeated expression. Suddenly, Spencer staggered through the elevator, hair tangled and dark circles shadowing his deep eyes. JJ’s eyes widened at the sight of him, gaze flickering between his clothes and the image.
“Rough night, Spence?” JJ asked, attempting to muffle her laughter when Spencer winced at her loud voice before slouching at his desk.
“No, just didn’t sleep well. I would appreciate it if you didn’t shout though.” Spencer lied, avoiding JJ and Derek’s stares. JJ smirked at Derek, taking the magazine and pushing it in front of Spencer.
“Oh, I know.” JJ replied smugly. In effect, Spencer’s eyes widened at the image, closing the magazine immediately. Derek’s eyes were fixated on Spencer’s hung over form, still not processing the information.
“How long?” Derek questioned, amusement dominating his voice as Emily wandered over to them, curious about Spencer’s hunched form. Spencer flinched, closing his eyes while his fingers massaged his temples.
“8 months.” Spencer muttered, making Emily frown.
“Wait, what? Spencer has a girlfriend?” Emily urged, lips parted when JJ nodded at her.
“Y/N. Derek’s little crush.” JJ informed, smiling widely. Emily laughed loudly at Derek’s defeated form, noticing the magazine closed in front of Spencer. She snatched the magazine from his desk, quickly flicking through the pages.
“No way! Hold on, did you say you were a germaphobe? You’re tongue is very deep in her-” Before Emily could finish, Spencer groaned, pulling the magazine away from her.
“Shut up.” He uttered, bowing his head to hide the mischievous smile playing at his lips.