Pairing:Jimin x Reader, Jungkook x Reader (feat.my 5 little children watching)
Warnings: I meaaaan, you see the request. Good lucks reading this.
a/n: aww, this is was really a good idea for me to write ! thanks for requesting, hope you want more and enjoy this stuff.~
The boys knew how he felt about you. Always teasing him when you came over wearing your shorts or just a tank top with pajama bottoms. Jungkook is known for his shy ways, and you wanted so bad to bring him out of it. One night, it had all turned into a drunk ass mess of a game of “Truth or Dare.” If you didn’t take the dare, you had to drink. Dares were the only fucking things being thrown around, considering that none of these boys were up for a round of truths. Finally, it came to you. Yoongi looked at you with the cockiest smirk, which had you gulping at the slightest. He knew how much you wanted Jungkook to see that he doesn’t need to be so shy about everything, and boy, was he about to get a damn show.
(idea courtesy of @echoing-artemis, who said CAPTIVE PRINCE BACHELOR AU which then turned into UNREAL AU in my head because let’s face it, in any situation like this, laurent will still be full of machinations.)
When Damen laces his hands together, the left thumb is on top. Laurent fixes this detail with a look that is, as it were, a warm-up for the look he’s about to direct at Damen’s face. Damen is perched on the edge of the plush, over-quilted, impeccably white satin bedspread, elbows resting on his spread knees. He is crushing some of the red rose petals. Laurent makes a mental note to send a production assistant in here with fresh ones before they film the individual segments after the cocktail party.
Someone knocks at the closed door and says, “Um, I think–”
“No,” snarls Laurent, wasting the first and most icily searing few seconds of his expression on the door. Silence follows.
“All right, what is it?” Laurent demands of Damen. “Is it drugs? Do I need to send someone out for some cocaine? Do you have a fucking headache? Has a soft-hearted AD whom I will summarily fire snuck you your phone, and you’ve found out that your cat’s died?”
“No,” Damen says, apparently to all of the above. After a moment he adds, in a tone that Laurent can’t parse, “I don’t have a cat.”
“Then what the fuck is wrong with you? I’ve seen potato salad with more vivacity than you’re showing out there.”
“It’s all so–staged,” Damen says, with distaste.
Laurent manages not to roll his eyes, but the violence with which he wishes he were rolling his eyes causes dull pain to gather behind them like a stormcloud.
Summary: Where Bucky Barnes hates you and you hate him or where Bucky Barnes only has eyes for you but you have eyes for someone else
Warnings: none I think, this is long tho ya’ll RIP.
Authors note: My third imagine you guys for the support! And thank you to my new followers for following me! Also this is divided into two parts: it starts out with your POV and then switches to Bucky’s
The kitchen is packed when you walk in. Steve had asked for the team to meet briefly, along with a few other lab techs and agents. You were one of those agents. You were recruited about two years after the avengers were reestablished and due to your aptitude in computers you hacked for Fury and due to your aptitude in hand to hand combat and weaponry you occasionally went on missions with the Avengers team.
You walk over to the counter where you find your usual cup of coffee waiting. You pick it up and take a long sip, eyes closing in content. Looking over at Natasha you raise your mug and give her a smile. Over the course of a year you and the Black Widow had become friends and now you were fairly close. Every morning you found a cup of coffee on the counter, made exactly how only you like it, half cream and one sugar. Natasha wasn’t openly affectionate but you knew it must be her, she showed affection in subtle ways.
Steve taps a spoon against his mug and the room quiets.“I just wanted to let you all know that we’ll be going over strategy at twelve today. So be there. Oh and meet in the training room, we’ll be usin’ the climbing rope for some exercises” You give a loud sigh, forgetting for a moment how quiet the room is. You hated those ropes.
“What, scared you’ll break a nail princess?” a deep voice says.
Your face contorts as a chorus of ooohs echoes across the room. You turn towards the bane of your existence.
“No” you snap “But you should be worried about breaking a hip, grandpa” muffled snickers wash over the room as you fix Bucky with your best death glare. But before he can retaliate Sam pipes up.
“Can we reschedule this WWE smack down for after I’ve eaten breakfast?”
Laughter erupts and you roll your eyes before walking over to stand next to Natasha as the agents start to disperse.
You despised James Barnes and he hated you in turn. When you first joined the team Bucky seemed shy towards you, but then again he was shyer in general back then. But one day he made a snippy remark towards you, and you being the person you are sassed him right back, and then a rivalry was born. You know Bucky hates you because he thinks you’re a spoiled little princess who thinks she’s too good for everyone and anything. You didn’t know why he thought that.
Okay you kinda did.
You were the type of person who is always put together, you enjoyed pampering yourself and dressing in cute outfits and always have your nails and hair done. You hated the fact that Bucky stereotyped you like so many people had before and vowed to work harder to prove him wrong. Your sense of style had nothing to do with your fighting abilities.
“I see you and Barnes are still at odds.” Natasha murmurs giving you a smirk.
“When will we not be?” You snort
“Hmmm… I don’t know, you know heat can often be mistaken for hate” the redhead says looking down at your coffee mug.
“Please, as if I could ever be with someone who looks down on me just because I enjoy fashion.” You take a sip of your coffee and look over to where Bucky’s sitting with Steve. He really was handsome, with that soft dark hair,strong jaw, piercing eyes and his muscular frame. He even made that metal arm work somehow. He always made the research techs blush and giggle with his compliments and made the team laugh with his sly comments. It’s really such a shame he was such a condescending jerk. You never would admit it, but it bothered you that Bucky singled you out. It reminded you too much of the times you had been the target in high school. And it’s depressing to know that nothing’s changed.
“Excuse me ladies,” You look up, only to meet eyes with the love of your life.
Steele was truly a genetic marvel. With thick auburn hair, a body that looked like its been carved by the gods and a face adorned with a square jaw, plush lips, long lashes and unreal light brown eyes, you were salivating whenever he walked into the room. Steele steps in between you and Natasha, and grabs a muffin from the counter behind you. He shoots you and Natasha toothy smile before heading out, probably to the labs. Thankfully you were a master at concealing your emotions so no one knew about your little crush.
“You have a little drool on your chin”
Well except for Natasha.
“Shut up,” you say, thankful no ones around to hear her
“You know I don’t think you and Steele would be the best fit.” Tasha says fixing you with her stare.
“Why not? He’s Sweet. Smart.Funny. Hot.”You tick off his qualities on your fingers
“I don’t know, I just think you’d click better with someone else.” she shrugs
“Who?” you press.
“Someone,” Natasha says giving you her secret smile. You roll your eyes.
“Okay when you find that someone please let me know”
“Who says I haven’t already have?”
You lay on the grass panting, after Steve’s climbing ‘lesson’ which ended in a long outdoor run in the heat, you’re pretty sure you’re never gonna be able to use your arms ever again. Or the rest of your body for that matter. Sam, Steele and Wanda lay next to you, with Steve, Bucky, and Natasha reclining in front of you and a couple of other agents laying down a few feet away. Sweat drips into your eyes and you wipe it away, and what looks like half of your face comes off onto the back of your hand. This is what you get for trying to make an effort this morning and putting on a little eye makeup. Of course Bucky-eagle-eyes spots this immediately and has to comment on it.
“You really put on makeup to train?” He says
“Why can’t you mind your own business for once in your damn life?” you hiss, sitting up to glare at him.
“Okay that’s my cue to leave,” Sam says. sitting up.
“You’re just in a hurry to go and try to woo ya lady friend” Steve snickers.
“Awww Sam you have a girlfriend?” You say looking over at him.
“Not exactly,” Sam scratches the back of his neck.
“He wishes!” Steve whoops “But that dame won’t give him the time of day”
“Shut up man” Sam groans standing.
“Don’t worry,she’s just playin’ hard to get.” Bucky says, and Wanda and Steele give encouraging nods.
“I hope so,” Sam chuckles. You smile up at Sam.
“If all else fails, give her flowers, girls can’t say no to flowers” You say. Natasha barely contains a snort.
“Hey!” You defend yourself “If a guy took the time to get me flowers it would be a yes from me.”
“I’ll take that into consideration, Simon Cowell” Sam bops you on the head. You give him a mock salute in return.
“Bye guys,” He calls over his shoulder as he walks away.
That night there’s a rose left in front of your door. You pick it up and place it in a vase in your room. Then you fall onto your bed and squeal into your pillow.Sitting up on your bed you stare at the flower you almost can’t believe someone’s taken an interest in you. Your mind races with the possibilities of who the flower giver could be. And then with the not so savory possibilities that it could be a mistake or a prank. You look at the rose’s velvety petals and sigh.
God you hope its from who you think its from.
All that week every morning you find a flower left in front of your door. Towards the end of the week you can barely contain your smiles. Friday morning rolls around and there’s no flower at your door. You hope this means that the flower giver is going to reveal themselves. Midday and then evening passes and still no flower giver. Disappointed you decide to go get carryout from your favorite restaurant to distract yourself. Walking down the corridor to your room you spy a figure pacing in front of your door. When they hear your footsteps, they freeze and look up. You look at them and then look at the massive bouquet of flowers in their hands.
Bucky Barnes hates you.
He hates your smart mouth.
He hates how you roll your eyes at him.
He hates how you always smell good.
Okay, correction. Bucky Barnes hates how you make him feel.
He hates how your smile makes his stomach flip. He hates how your skin always looks so soft because it make him want to touch it. He hated how when you put your hand with its ridiculous stacks of rings and powder blue nails on his arm he could feel his knees growing weak. He hated how the first time he met you he was so distracted by how gorgeous your face was and how good you smelled he couldn’t form a coherent sentence.
Bucky Barnes hates the fact that he’ll never be able you have you.
You’re too good, too sweet, too normal. He didn’t deserve someone like you. And besides a dame as beautiful as you wouldn’t want a freak with a metal arm. He’s resigned himself to this fact, but even still you make him weak. And he hates that most of all. So he snaps at you, undermines you, in hopes that if you would start to hate him he could hate you. But he could never hate you.
That’s why every morning he makes you a cup of coffee. Half of the cup is cream and one sugar, just like how you like it. Just so he could see your smile when you saw the mug on the counter and know that smile was because of him.
“You know I think Y/N would be very interested in learning who’s actually making her coffee every morning” Natasha’s voice behind him makes him jump.
“Natasha. Please.” Bucky sets the mug on the counter and turns towards the redhead.
“Alright, alright” Natasha holds her hands up “Your slightly creepy secret is safe with me.” Bucky sighs and heads towards the fridge to grab some milk. Natasha’s voice follows him “Despite what you think, you’d be good for her Barnes. Even you don’t have your head so far up your ass that you can’t see that you’d be good to her.”
Bucky says nothing, and sits at a stool at the counter, making himself a bowl of oatmeal. Steve walks in, clapping Bucky on the shoulder, and then slowly the kitchen starts to fill. You walk in last, of course wearing one of your ridiculous outfits. Today it’s cutoff overalls a tight short floral top and a backwards baseball cap. Bucky hates your outfits. The make it impossible for him to concentrate. He also hates how that scientist Steele makes googly eyes at you. How most of the agents seems to. But Steele makes him bitter because he knows Steele’s everything that he’s not, and can give you everything that he can’t.
Another thing Bucky hates? How you can look good with makeup smeared down your face. He can’t stop his eyes from following you as you get up to go get a late lunch with Wanda, Steele and Natasha.
A hand smacks the top of his head.
“What?” Bucky turns towards Steve.
“Make a move already you idiot.” The blonde says.
“Shut up” Bucky groans running his hands through his hair.
“You need to stop acting like a little boy on the playground, pulling her pigtails ‘cause you like ‘er” Steve snaps back. Bucky groans again. “And despite what you think you’re a good guy Buck. You deserve to be happy” Steve’s voice softens.
Bucky sighs,laying on his back. “I just-she just-” Bucky sighs again “I like her a lot Steve.”
Steve guffaws “You think I don’t know?”
“Ya don’t get it man-I like her almost too much,” Bucky mumbles. Steve rolls over and looks Bucky in the eyes.
“I get it. And I also get what you don’t get. How you need to make a move soon”
“Even if I was going to make a move it’s already too late.” Bucky says looking up at the sky “I-I’ve given her such a hard time I don’t think she would be interested.”
“It’s never too late. Just tell her how she makes you so nervous that you end up doing stupid things” Steve grins. “Works with the ladies every time”
“Man what do ya know about ladies?” Bucky laughs.
“Shut up.” Steve smacks Bucky “Just remember it’s never too late”
“It’s never too late”
Steve’s words echo in Bucky’s head when he heads back to his room that afternoon. And sitting on his bed, with this aching feeling of wantingclawing in his chest Bucky decides he’s going to take a chance.
He knows he can’t cold approach you and that you’d treat any compliments with suspicion. Suddenly your words echo in his head.
“If a guy took the time to get me flowers it would be a yes from me.”
So Bucky gets you flowers. That very night he goes out and gets a bouquet of roses and leaves one at your door that night. And then one the next morning.And the next and the next. The second day he notices how smiley you seem. The third day he hears you giggling with Natasha
“I can’t believe it Tasha, someone’s been leaving me flowers!”
It’s the fourth day and Bucky’s sweating. It’s Friday and he’s decided to tell you and try to ask you out. He spends three hours pumping himself up to actually do it and another hour trying to look presentable. He changes in and out of several shirts before wearing a black button down and jeans. And then he tries to tame his hair into submission. ‘Does it always look this greasy?’ Finally he picks up the massive bouquet of different flowers he bought ‘More flowers more of a chance she’ll say yes?’ and prepares to head out.
“FRIDAY?” Bucky calls out tentatively. He always felt damn strange speaking into open air.
“Yes Sergeant Barnes?” the program answers
“Ms.Y/N is currently heading up to her room from downstairs. Would you like me to contact her?”
“No, thank you FRIDAY” Bucky answers. He decides he’s going to meet you in the hall.
“You’re welcome Sergeant Barnes.”
Bucky walks out of his room and he’s nervous it hits him like a wall and his palm starts to sweat. ‘I feel and look like a damn fool. I shouldn’t have gotten this invested in her.” Bucky thinks to himself. But for a moment he allows himself a future where you’ve said yes. Where you care for him even a little like the way he cares for you. And he wants that future.
Bucky hangs back in the corner before your hall for a little bit. Then he hears the click clack of your heeled shoes. He peeks around the corner. First he sees you-he always does. You look radiant, wearing a short long sleeved dress and those black heels he secretly loves on you. Then he notices the silhouette standing in front of your door. The male silhouette. Steele’s silhouette. Bucky’s stomach drops.When he seesyour face light up Bucky thinks that he would feel bitter.
But he just feels sad.
‘I guess there is such a thing as too late’
He starts to slip away before you see him.As he turns around he hears your voice. It’s like a knife.
“Is this even real?” said Derrick marveled yet confused seeing at his reflection in the mirror
He pinched his abs that previously a blob of fat…….Grazing his finger over his now defined face that once chubby, he just can’t hold it anymore
“This is unreal” he said, tears of joy start to drop from his eyes
“I have to call Derrick and Peter to give this news” he said still crying
Fuck, I hate it when they get emotional. I guess some mental adjustment should be made. My translucent figure cannot be seen by him so I grab his head and implant some confidence and cockiness in his mind.
“Huh, those nerds can’t even get to see this,” he said, flexing his massive bicep
“Gonna post this on Snapchat and maybe I can get some hookups tonight”