pocket beats

||Rick is assigned to clean the facilities at the MortyLand theme park. His job gets pretty boring, so sometimes he’ll get a little too drunk and end up hanging out in the broom closet with his mop bucket
I mean– He goes on adventures with his Morty..

aughisky  asked:

Hey! I absolutely love your writing, and I thought of a prompt that feels perfect for Stucky--Steve and Bucky are on a Work Retreat with Work Friends and after a few drinks end up back in one of their rooms, on the verge of hooking up. Only, just then Mutual Friend Sam knocks on the door, but (oh no!) neither Steve nor Bucky can remember what room they're in and so can't figure out who should respond. Maybe Sam knows? And is messing with them? TIA, you're fantastic <3

I decided to do Steve and Bucky as sober instead of tipsy because I just like to write consent to be very, very clear!

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Steve takes a seat next to Bucky at the bar. “This taken?” he asks.

“It is by your presumptive ass,” Bucky says. “You want a drink?”

“Ginger ale?” Steve asks.

“What me to ask ‘em for a shot of something? Some grenadine, perhaps?” Bucky asks, gesturing to his own Shirley Temple.

“That’s a little wild, Barnes. Not sure if I’m up to it,” Steve says.

“Aw, c’mon, live a little,” Bucky says. He gestures to the bartender. “Can I get my buddy a Shirley Temple? Extra cherries, and put it on my tab,” he says.

The bartender nods and gets to work.

“How’s everyone doing?” Steve asks.

“Sam’s fine, Maria is gettin’ into an argument with Dum Dum, but that’s par for the course. You wanna know how I’m doin’?” Bucky asks, wagging his brows a few times.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Doesn’t take a genius to see that you’re fine,” he says.

Bucky raises his eyebrows. “So you think I’m fine?” he asks.

The bartender sets Steve’s drink down in front of him. “I, I didn’t say that!” Steve stutters out. The bartender snorts and Steve shoots her a look, but thanks her anyway because Sarah Rogers raised a son with manners.

“Anyhow, what’s on the agenda for tonight?” Bucky asks. “Got another executive session planned?”

Steve sighs. “As a matter of fact, I do not,” he says, taking a sip of his Shirley Temple.

Bucky hums in agreement, and surveys the bar. “Seems like a chill night,” he says.

“Sure does. Think everyone needs some rest after the awesome team building exercises we did today.”

Bucky looks over at Steve through the corner of his eye. “You’re jokin’, right?” he asks.

Steve grins. “‘Course I am,” he says.

Bucky laughs. “Jeez, the sober corner got a lot more fun when you joined the firm.”

“Did it?” Steve asks.

He nods. “Yeah, it did.”

Steve had been worried about the vibe at the new firm when he first got here. His last job was… pretty booze-heavy, and the fact of the matter is that Steve doesn’t like to drink. Never has, never will. It took all of ten minutes to find Bucky sitting at the corner of the bar with a Shirley Temple — his usual poison — and great conversation. Bucky’s been sober since he was eighteen for reasons that he doesn’t talk about, and the two started hanging out during office retreats. Then they started hanging out at the office. Now, Steve just wishes they could take their hang-outs to the next level.

“Hey,” Bucky says. “If I ask you to come hang out in my room do you gotta fill out some paperwork?”

“What?” Steve asks.

“Let’s ditch this place and go hang out in my room,” Bucky says.

Steve’s heart starts pounding and he throws back his drink in a few gulps. “Let’s go,” he says.

“Was that some weird macho shit?” Bucky asks.

Steve rolls his eyes. “I just didn’t want to waste your money.”

Bucky leans in. “Steve, buddy,” he says, voice going low. “It’s on the company’s dime.”

— —

The walk to Bucky’s room is pretty short and Steve spends it with his hands in his pockets, heart beating fast in his chest. Bucky unlocks the door and opens it for Steve. “After you,” he says.

Steve walks into the room. It looks the same as his generic hotel room, but knowing that Bucky’s spent the past few nights in here sends a little thrill up Steve’s spine.

“Sorry,” Bucky says. “Was kinda goin’ nuts out there. By the end of these retreats I just get a little sick of everyone.”

“Did you want to be alone?” Steve asks, managing to keep the disappointment out of his voice.

“No, I wanna hang out with you,” Bucky says. “Unless you wanna go,” he says, futzing with something on the table and not looking at Steve.

“I want to be where you are,” Steve says, maybe a little too honest.

But then Bucky looks up at him with a smile. “Yeah?” he asks.

“You may not have noticed, but I really like you,” Steve says.

“You’re gonna have to be more clear than that,” Bucky says. “Don’t think HR will take ‘really like you’ as an official relationship designation.”

“How about, I’ve been wanting you to ask me out since we met?” Steve says, standing straight and hoping for the best.

“So, boyfriend?” Bucky asks.

“That’s a little presumptuous, but sure,” Steve says. “Boyfriend works.”

“Boyfriend,” Bucky says, moving across the room, closer to Steve. “Hi boyfriend,” he says, coming so close that he’s almost flush against Steve’s chest.

“Hi,” Steve says, leaning down and wrapping an arm around Bucky’s back. “Why don’t we…” he says, pressing his lips to Bucky’s.

Their kiss is amazing and slow and the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to Steve.

And it’s cut off too soon by a knock at the door.

Fuck,” Bucky says.

“Don’t answer it,” Steve says.

BUCKY,” says a loud voice on the other side of the door.

“Sam,” they say in unison.

Bucky sighs and detaches himself from Steve. Steve frowns, but doesn’t complain when he does.

Bucky walks over to the door and opens it up, part of the way, not enough to let Sam see Steve. “Hey man,” he says. “What’s up?”

“We need a ride to Taco Bell, wanna soak up some of this poison. You game?”

“Oh, uh, I’m a little busy right now.”

“Don’t be like that, Bucky. Take us to Taco Bell!”

And that’s when Steve walks up behind Bucky. “Take an Uber,” he says, then gently pulls Bucky out the way and closes the door.

He can hear Sam whoop as he and Bucky kiss again, this time for real.

He Was Lost

The past three months were lonely.

That was putting it lightly, because honestly, how were you supposed to feel when you’re suddenly living without the other half of your heart -your best best friend, the love of your life. It wasn’t supposed to end the way it did. To be fair, you never imagined there would be an ‘end’ at all.

You remembered that day like it was yesterday, replaying the turn of events over and over again. Maybe if you’d looked him in the eyes more. Maybe if you’d kissed him harder. Maybe, if you’d hugged him a little bit longer. Then maybe, just maybe, he would still be yours, right where he belonged.

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I’ll Find You

Request: Hello! I can say without a doubt that I love your writings!❤ I also was wondering if you could do a newt x reader where she goes missing and when it gets too long everybody loses their hope except for Newt. Later on he finds her being tortured, saves her and it’s a grand and really fluffy reunion?:) Sorry, I just crave for angst and fluff😂 

Warning: Allusion to torture

Word Count: 3,095

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


Pickett crawls from the pocket of Newt’s discarded vest, top leaves drooping from exhaustion. Stumbling forward, the tiny creature pulls itself up by the bed’s legs and hops onto the mattress. Gripping the headboard’s bars, Pickett inches past the pillows and avoids Newt’s hand when it jerks forward.

Once he’s in range, the bowtruckle reaches forward and tickles Newt’s nose. He jumps back, slipping off the mattress and swinging wildly when Newt smacks at his face.

Pickett’s still swaying off the bed when Newt jolts up, rubbing his forehead with one hand and reaching for you with the other. “I had the worst nightmare, love. Love?”

His terror peaks for the third night in a row this month when his hand only hits empty sheets and a cold half of the bed. He opens his mouth to shout for you before he remembers: you’re gone.

He takes in two shaky breaths before he hears Pickett’s squeals. “Pickett, what are you doing up here? You should be asleep.” He lifts the bowtruckle from the front of the mattress and slips out of bed, carrying him to a tree. “Yes, I know you don’t want to be here, but this is where you’re staying. Do you want to stay in that tree? I didn’t think so.”

He peels Pickett from his hand and places him on the tree before turning back into the bedroom and closing the door.

Careful to step over the clothes, crumpled up pages, and overturned pots of feed, Newt crosses the room and slides out the desk’s chair.

The two of you had decided to place a small bedroom in the case for any situations where you needed to be ready to respond to a creature at any moment. For the most part, it had been used when one was about to give birth, but more and more often, you and Newt had been spending nights down there after long hours of work studying a new creature.

Newt drops his head in his hands as he stares at the pages scattered in front of him. Notes that mean nothing at 3 in the morning fill the papers, but Newt still rifles through them, furious with the tears dripping down his cheeks. He has no time to cry. He has to find you.

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anonymous asked:

If it's not too much trouble could you write about a time when inej comes back from being gone for months and idk just what happens between her and kaz during her visit???

        when inej visits it’s……

  • Inej knocking on his office door and him somehow knowing it’s her despite the fact she didn’t speak a word. It’s him yanking the door open and tugging her inside.
  • It’s her with her back braced against the door, him standing directly before her, near enough she has to tilt her head back to look into his eyes. It’s the feel of the room growing smaller around them as they take deep breaths of the suddenly charged and tepid air close to each other’s faces.
  • She knows he won’t hug her, but the warmth radiating from his body embraces her, the familiar scent of his wool suit a comforting welcome home.
  • It’s him knowing he’s standing too close and the smell of sea on her skin isn’t helping him feel like he’s not drowning, but finding it near impossible to draw away anyway. And it’s her voice…
  • The voice he missed, the voice he’s grateful to hear again, dragging him back to shore.
  • It’s Kaz with shaking hands hidden in his pockets, a pounding heart beating far too loud. It’s him without any sharp wit retorts to her Suli proverbs as she talks about how Saints saved her ship during a bad storm. 
  • He’s speechless and when words do come they’re anxious and clumsy.
  • It’s Inej trying not to mix up dates and their respective stories as she loses herself in Kaz’s intense gaze. It’s her being perceptive of the way his dark eyes are dilated and studying her mouth as she speaks and her hands as they gesture. 
  • And it’s her boasting about her successes and him listening attentively, proud and impressed—but not at all surprised she managed to get so many jobs done.
  • But it’s also him concerned by the weary expression in her eyes and the exhausted slump of her shoulders. He’s especially perturbed by her hair being uncoiled from the braid, considering it’s all arranged over one shoulder.
  • It’s Kaz’s hands going still as his excitement dissipates into suspicion. 
  • “Are you hurt?”
  • “No.”
  • “Can I see, then?” 
  • It’s him lifting a steady hand from his pocket and focusing to stay grounded to reality.
  • She nods, insisting it’s nothing. But when he brushes the hair aside, his breath catches at the sight of the shiny, pink scar at her throat.
  • It’s him promising to tear apart the person responsible limb from limb, but her shaking her head. “I took care of him already.”
  • It’s him thinking of course she did, and feeling guilty about the thought he wishes she hadn’t because he knows her righteousness; the death would have been swift and all he can think looking at the fresh scar tissue is the days of torture he would’ve inflicted upon the person.
  • “Are you hurt anywhere else?”
  • “This was the first injury, and also the last. I’m fine.”
  • It’s Inej knowing his mind is deep within dark thoughts and trying to distract him from the rage to kill with, “I can use some food.”
  • It’s Kaz snapping out of his trance and nodding with the thought, she probably hasn’t had a full meal since she departed. 
  • He wants to be with her when she does even if he’s not hungry himself. 
  • “I can send someone for food.”
  • It’s her looking up with a knowing smile and agreeing because she would rather spend alone time with him than going out for the food, too.
  • It’s their fingers brushing, then squeezing each other’s, and him telling her he’s glad she made it back in one piece. And it’s her whispering, “missed you too, Kaz,” at his back when he makes his way out. 
part 2; lies and deceit

Part one

Pairings: jungkook x reader x taehyung 

Genre: angst | fluff | light smut (later on)

Description: two best friends, both have lies that can hurt you, but one is going to hurt you more than the other. 

Word Count: 3k

a/n:  this part is super cheesy lol but i don’t care bc i felt cheesy and angsty..  as i said before i want to make this scenario as short as possible but we’ll see.. or i might just stop altogether. either way i really hope some of you like it and again thank you so much for taking the time to read. 

People always seemed to be intimated by you for some reason. Each time you walked the halls people gave you this strange look as if they couldn’t understand you, as if you weren’t like them in anyway. Which is why you never had any friends your freshman year of high school. None. Not a soul wanted to sit beside you in class, you were usually left with empty seats on either side of you. During lunch it was the same, you’d sit at the end of a table while the other students filled the seats on the other side. At first you didn’t seem to mind, it’s not like your main focus in high school was to have tons of friends and as your mother would say “experience the best years of your life”. What you really wanted was to focus on grades and getting the perfect GPA. But eventually the emotionless attitude wore out and the suppressed feelings from being an outcast caught up to you..

The first half of your freshman year was outstanding in grades but a complete failure in making any friends or feeling good about yourself, feeling happy.

The only friends you had were books, you’d stay almost everyday after school reading or spending extra time with a teacher to get ahead in the class. Which is how you ran into the one person who would change everything for you.

Jeon Jungkook was popular since birth, or so the rumors went, he was admired by everyone. Every single person in the high school knew him, including the upperclassmen. They loved the bad boy vibes he had, his leather jackets and boots, his one earring he wore, his dark hair and eyebrows, the intimidating and menacing look he had. He was most known for his skills in sports and dating girls older than him. You had three classes with the guy but never paid him any attention, he was loud and obnoxious and it annoyed you. Of course he had the looks, and the body but with his cocky attitude none of it appealed to you. As far as you knew he didn’t even know you existed, if you passed by it was like nothing, he was oblivious to your presence. So for you he didn’t matter.

It was a regular day for you, you were putting your books away in your locker, the halls were empty and everyone had left long ago. You were getting ready to leave yourself. You didn’t hear when Jungkook came marching down the hallway, his face red and full of rage, his big fists clenching at his sides ready to punch anything that was in his way. All you heard was the loud slam of your locker in your face and its echo filling the hallway. You’d expect a scream or squeal to escape your lips but your mouth stayed shut.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry are you hurt?!” Jungkook quickly asks once he see’s someone behind the locker he just punched, his voice trembling still with anger but now more worried. He focuses on you now to see if he did hurt you in anyway and was completely taken back, the sight of you quickly dissolved all the anger he was feeling before and replaced it with something else.

You didn’t hear a word he said, you didn’t even see who it was exactly. You had your eyes closed tight and your hands up to your ears to block out any sound, all you heard was the rapid beating of your heart, it wasn’t even in sync the beating was all over the place.

He touches your shoulder and you open your eyes. They widened when you recognized the guy in front of you. Jungkook was speaking to you his lips moving fast and his brows furrowed displaying a look of full worry and hopelessness. But you couldn’t hear him you still had your ears covered and you were still shaking. He touches your shoulder again and stands closer to you, he only said one word this time and you knew that word. Your name. Jungkook knew your name.

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Summer Guardian (jack x merida)

At Jack’s first Summer Solstice (party) since becoming Guardian he meets a peculiar Summer Guardian. They clash and they fight and they’re seemingly opposites but Jack just finds her fascinating.  


“Whoa–who’s that?” Jack asked, strawberry halfway to his mouth and blue eyes staring at the mess of red curls that just passed him. The wild curls of fiery hair were loose and kept getting in the way of a sunburned face with a spattering of freckles everywhere, with a pair of sharp summer blue eyes that seemed to look through rather than at everything and everyone. Jack bit into the strawberry, sweet flavor bursting on his tongue as he studied the girl. She was about his age, maybe a little older, at least that’s what he thought. Jack still wasn’t sure how old he was. 13? 14? 15? No older than 16 for sure but he was definitely no younger than 13. The girl was wearing an old fashioned blue dress, ripped at the skirt and every time she moved, freckled flesh would flash. The sight made his face hot, but considering the time he grew up it wasn’t all that surprising. On her feet were a pair of sturdy looking brown hunting boots, and strapped across her back was a quiver filled with homemade arrows and a hand carved bow. It was his first Summer Solstice, and there were plenty of Guardians he had never met but he was sure he would have remembered her.  Most Guardians were either much younger than him or much older, physically at least. Jack grabbed Tooth’s sleeve and tugged, pointing unashamedly at the girl who’s face suddenly started turning red with anger. “Who’s that?”

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Pockets.

It was one of those weird set antics that we did in between takes. Camilla decided to play “what’s in your pockets” while we were waiting on the directors to call us to shoot. Since we were shooting outside today we had big huge coats with even bigger pockets to wear to fight the cold.
“Cole, go first.” She said excitedly.
“No way. I’ll wait.”
“Ugh fine. Maybe your girlfriend will go first.” She said turning to Lili. She sat up straighter against my arm that was around her.
“I’m pretty boring I just have my phone & chap stick.”
“Boo. KJ, wow me.” Cami said.
He successfully wowed all of us when he pulled a condom out of his left pocket.
“Beat that, Cole.” He challenged me.
“Fine fine.” I said. I was fully aware of all I had in my pockets. I removed my arm for around Lili and pulled the contents out of both pockets.
My phone, sunglasses, and a sleeve of Lili’s medicine.
Along with the status of mine and Lili’s relationship there was something else many people didn’t know about her. Lili had horrible acid reflux. It would act up at random times and leave her in a lot of pain. I carried her medicine on me because I hated to see her like that.
“Wow, man. Easy on the drugs.” KJ joked.
“Oh my god. That is not what I think that is.” Cami, being closer to Lili, knew what her medicine looked like.
“That is the cutest thing I think I’ve ever seen. Lili, keep him. He’s a winner.”

This is something that’s been bugging me for a couple weeks. I decided to give it a try as a multichaptered fic. I will do my best to try and update weekly or as soon as I possibly can!

Hope you guys enjoy.
PS: Unbeta’d, any mistakes are mine. 

Summary:  “He thinks this is the reason there are books and poems about music, this is the reason music has been around for ages, because of people like her.”
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Would it be a sin?

Chapter one


Jughead puts out the cigarette before tossing it onto the trash can because he might be a smoker but he was not a litterer, thank you very much.

Taking his phone from his pocket he checks the time again, not surprised Archie was late. Jughead sighs, longing for his couch and some snacks instead of waiting for his best friend to come check the hundredth musician (If some they’ve seen could even be called that) to be their supporting act on the upcoming tour.

They had seen everything on the list their label had sent them, this was their last stop before they had to make a choice.  Jughead couldn’t wait for this to be over but a part of him was worried about the supporting act being complete trash. They had narrowed it down to three possible options, and they weren’t even that great.

Archie had gotten mad at him for being such a picky little shit as he had so eloquently put it but he simply couldn’t bring himself to pick just one and let it be over. He wanted everything to be perfect, they had worked hard to be where they are now and he would never possibly jeopardize it because of some crappy supporting act.

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Visions of Winter

Chapter 1/(?): In Love with the Shape of You

*not my gif*

A/N: I know I stink at finishing things ;-; a lot has happened in the past year. BUT I’m definitely excited to see where this story goes, and if y’all like it, I’ll continue it. Some feedback is always welcome!

Also, I was recently inspired by that Ed Sheeran song - hence the title of this chapter. And of course this is a modern AU Bucky x Reader story, with some dark backstories, romance, angst, and danger ;P Enjoy~!


He couldn’t tell if it was your hips in that tight black skirt or those smokey eyes that caught his attention first - both so sultry and beautiful in their own way. But the glance you gave him while he wiped a shot glass clean as you sauntered by the bar table had him hooked in an instant.

“Uhhh, hey, Buck. You got some drool on your chin there.”

Bucky put the toweled hand to his mouth before he realized his friend at the table was just messing with him. “Oh shut up, Steve,” he chuckled, putting the glass away and towel on a hook.

Steve put up his hands in mock surrender as the smirk on his face grew wider. “Not my fault I caught you lookin’.”

“Yeah? Last time I checked, those blue eyes of yours followed her too.”

“You got me there, but I wish she was checkin’ them too,” Steve sighed, tapping his hands on the table in a quick rhythmic motion.

“Whatcha mean?”

“You kidding me, right,” he mocked. “Did you not see those lashes bat at you?”

The tips of Bucky’s ears turned pink as he mumbled, “No, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

With the roll of his eyes, Steve prepared himself for the advice he was going to give. “Look, Casanova, I know you haven’t been in the game much since that Miranda or whatever left you for some dentist, but don’t be afraid to go after what you like.”

Bucky let out a short laugh. “Are you for real right now? Steve Rogers, the biggest gentleman I know, is telling me, Bucky Barnes, to go out and hit on unassuming women like a tool to get over an ex?”

Steve blushed and shrugged. “Hey hey, I’m just trying to think like you-before-Miranda, I guess. I dunno, you’ve just seemed a little down lately, and I’m trying my best to get your mojo back.”

Bucky’s eyes rolled. “Excuse me, the mojo never left. I just… haven’t seen anyone that’s caught my eye yet.”

“The gal that just walked by seemed to. For a whole five seconds.”

“You counted?”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Steve chuckled, placing his fist under his chin and his elbow on the counter. “Now are you gonna give me another shot or are you gonna show me that mojo of yours isn’t dead.”

“How ‘bout both,” Bucky uttered with a smirk as he poured his friend another drink. “Watch the bar for me.” And with that, Bucky walked around from behind the bar and into the back hallway towards the bathrooms, ignoring Steve’s calls that he honestly was not going to watch the bar for him.

After going to the jon, Bucky waited outside the bathrooms, leaning against the wall opposite of the women’s bathroom door, which soon opened as the girl from earlier stepped out. He was lighting a cigarette when you paused to look up at him, but noticed he was already looking at you.

"The owner lets their bartenders smoke inside?” You say with mock reprimanding.

Bucky chuckles and takes a hit, then blows the smoke out from the side of his mouth. “Well what if the bartender is also the owner?”

You cross your arms in a shrug. “You got me, then. So you really own this place?”

“Yeah, bought it a few years back. It’s given me a decent living. I actually live in the apartment just above it too.”

“Ohhhh, so the studio? Nice place.”

Bucky nods once, keeping his eyes locked with yours. “You been up there before?”

“Yep, the previous owner may have taken me up there once or twice.” You grin playfully, biting your lip and reveling in the reward of his pupils dilating against those pretty sky blue irises. God, he was gorgeous.

“Ahh I see. And was he - I mean - it entertaining? The place and all… Has a nice view, decent surround sound setup.” A playful glimmer flashed across his eyes as he spoke, and you felt your stomach flip - in the good way.

“Yeah, I’d say so.” You flashed another smile at him. “My name’s (y/n), by the way.” You held out your hand and he took it, bringing it slowly to his lips, inadvertently pulling you closer to him.

“Nice to meet you, Miss (y/n). My name is James Buchanan Barnes.” He kissed your knuckles softly, letting his mouth linger while still keeping eye contact with you. “But you can call me Bucky.”

You were glad you wore foundation that night or else he would’ve been able to see how flushed you had gotten. “Nice to meet you then, Bucky Barnes.”

You two probably would’ve stayed there gazing at each other for longer if a stumbling guest hadn’t entered the hallway and tripped over himself between you towards the men’s bathroom. You both awkwardly stepped back against opposite walls, looking down at the floor while the man slurred something about his “damn mortgage payments” and walked into the men’s room.

After watching the swinging door close, Bucky looked up at you and let out a small laugh, “I hope our night turns out better than his seems to be.”

You smiled widely. “I think it will.”

Bucky gleamed as he scratched the back of his head. “So, uh, would you like to get more drinks? On the house.”

“Hmmmmm on the house? How could I say no to that.” You winked at him, delighted to see his cheeks turn pink. Getting attractive men to blush always made you pleased on the inside. “After you, Mr. Barnes.”

You followed him out of the hallway and back into the main room of the bar. He walked behind the bar table and got out a mixture of different drinks while you took a seat next to a handsome blond. He grinned kindly at you and then looked at Bucky.

“Aw, you making that for me?” He snickered at Bucky, who rolled his eyes with a laugh.

“Yeah you wish. I’m making this for the lovely (y/n) here, actually.”

The blond turned his head to you again and smiled. “Hi, (y/n). I’m Steve Rogers.”

Geez, you thought, what is it about this bar? An attractive guy magnet? You returned a small smile and gave a slight nod. “Nice to meet you, Steve.”

The three of you spent the next two hours drinking, laughing, chatting, and playing with Steve’s game cards that he took from his coat pocket. You beat them every time.

“Gosh, (y/n), are you a mind reader or something?” Steve breathed out, baffled that you beat him at blackjack for the fifth time.

You giggled, feeling a bit lightheaded as you leaned against the back of your stool. “You callin’ me a cheater, Mr. Rogers?”

“No no,” he laughed. “It’s just… you’re truly good at it.”

“Well thank you~” you somewhat sang out, and giggled again.

He sighed and turned to look up at the clock above Bucky. “Wow, it’s 3am? Where does the time go when you’re having a good time, huh? I’ve gotta be heading home.”

Bucky nodded at him. “Want me to call you an uber?”

Steve waved him off. “Nah, I’ll walk. I like to think off my alcohol,” he chuckled.

Bucky grinned at him. “Alright, alright. I’ll see you around then, bud.”

“It was nice to meet you, (y/n),” he mumbled as he turned to you with a small smile. You smiled back with a short nod as he stood up. With a quick wave, he walked out of the bar with the last few guests following behind.

You watched until the last person left, then slowly turned back towards Bucky. “Steve’s such a nice guy,” you say to him as he finishes off his 8th beer.

“Yeah, I’ve known him for a looooong time. He’s my best friend actually.” His eyes look nostalgic for a split second, but the moment passes and he’s then leaning on the table and just looking at you.

Heat goes to your ears as you somewhat look away from those intense eyes, and you mumble with feign confidence, “Why are you looking at me like that, Mr. Barnes, hm?”

He sighs through his nose and simply states, “I just really want to kiss you right now.”

Your eyes widen for a split second as you see him lean in, but it’s taking too damn long. You close the gap, almost too quickly, as your mouth clumsily crashes against his. Bucky truly doesn’t seem to mind because his hands are immediately at the sides of your face, holding you against him. You climb on top of the bar, accidentally knocking over a few glasses, but neither of you really cared the second your legs wrapped around his torso. You kiss each other hungrily, only breaking apart to rip your shirts off each other and toss them to who knows where. Lord, he tastes so good, it’s addicting. His stomach grinds against you, and his mouth leaves marks along your jaw and neck, but it’s not enough. He lets out a deep groan as you tug on his messy brown locks, and you swear it’s the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard. One hand caresses your thigh while the other digs into your ass causing your head to tilt back with a gasp. Why is this so intense right now?

“Ohh, my god, Bucky,” you sigh as he nips that sweet spot between your neck and shoulder, urging him to keep going.

Bucky’s hands slide up the sides of your torso, sending shivers down your spine. He kisses down your sternum to your stomach, and up again while he palms over your red lacy bra. The unexpected teeth dragging and licks are driving you insane. You lean back on your elbows as he goes lower, his hands now both wrapped into the fabric of your skirt, surprising you that it hasn’t ripped yet. He tugs on it, just enough so the rim of your matching underwear is showing, but all you want is for him to tear everything off. His tongue swirls around the sensitive skin of your right inner hip bone, causing your hips to buck in anticipation. This man is going to kill me… Holy shit, this is amazing- 

And then he stops.

“W-wait, what’re you doing?” You breathe out heavily as he stands up, allowing more space between the two of you.

“I-I’m sorry, (y/n),” he pants, catching your disappointed eyes with his. “But I can’t do this. Not right now.”

You feel a pang in your chest, and suddenly feel the need to cover up. “O-oh… why?”

Catching your mood, he corrects himself. “No, no…! I don’t mean it’s cuz of you or your body. I mean, I swear, I’m in love with it. Really. It’s just… before I do anything with you, I’d rather we be sober.”

You look down and nod, still feeling slightly disappointed, but better. “Oh. Yeah, I can respect that.”

Still with chests heaving, you keep your eyes locked on each other. If it felt like that intoxicated, you could only imagine what it would feel like completely sober. What was that even?

“So, um… do you have a ride…?” He asks, baffling you that this guy can go from freaking sex demon to caring angel in seconds.

“I…uh. No actually. I forgot to set one up.”

“Oh. You, um… wanna stay with me? I mean like in my bed - I mean at my apartment with me - but not like WITH me in that sense cuz drunk and yeah.”

“Oh my gosh,” you laughed, shaking your head at the blushing dork before you. “Yes, that sounds fine to me. Thank you.”

He shrugged shyly and smiled. “No problem.”

After picking up your shirts and locking the front door, you took your arm in his and walked to the hallway, heading in the opposite direction of the bathrooms to another locked door that lead to a stairway. You were shocked you didn’t hear any yelling from neighbors telling the two of you to shut up from all the drunken giggling that occurred the entire climb. Once going up a couple stories, you made it to the 5th floor where there was another door. Bucky unlocked and opened it, guiding you into his open studio apartment. It was only a little bit different than you remembered three years ago - more cozy maybe. Being near the water meant the large ceiling-to-floor windows displayed a perfect view of the Hudson River; you remember it looking gorgeous at sunset.

“Here, you can take my bed, I’ll take the couch. The bathroom is over there to the left of the windows.” Bucky grabbed a pillow off his king size bed for himself and started heading towards the couch when you stopped him.

“Wait, um, can I sleep with you…? Like in your bed, together, just spooning or something,” you ask shyly.

Bucky can’t help but think you’re the cutest, sexiest thing he’s ever seen and relaxes his paused stance. With a small smile, he replies, “Of course. Sounds great to me. You can borrow one of my t-shirts if you’d like.”

“Sure, thank you, Mr. Barnes.”

“My pleasure, Miss (y/n).”

After clumsily washing up and changing into your respectable pjs, the two of you crawl under the covers together. Bucky pulls you in close to him, but not too close as to arouse another bar-incident. You enjoyed the feeling of his strong arms gently wrapping around you, making you feel safe for once in a long time. But he didn’t need to know about that. It’s not like you were staying with him for long anyways, just another guy on another lonely night. Yet, it didn’t feel so lonely this time, and that made part of you hate it, because that meant that it would only hurt once this little - whatever this was - had to end.

Bucky let out a content sigh, interrupting your thoughts. “Goodnight, (y/n), sweet dreams.”

You can’t help the smile that plays across your lips. “Goodnight, Bucky. Thank you for this… See you in the morning.”