Summary: A romantic comedy about what happens when love literally falls through your window.
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Ash (aka me), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark
Warnings: Language, general gross cuteness, some angst, bad writing, bad storylines, possible cheating, but mostly major fluff and feels
Word Count: 1.6K
A/N: I’m finally wrapping up this series. It didn’t quite go the way I had anticipated but I enjoyed it. Thank you to all of you extremely patient people who followed along with me. I’d love to hear what you thought of the series as a whole and what I should/shouldn’t do in future series. I love you all. Special thanks to my babe, @sebbytrash, for reading through this for me. I love you.
Catch up here! **My Masterlist ** Inspiration Fund
When you awoke that Saturday afternoon, a mere three weeks since you met the life ruiner, Bucky Barnes, your heart literally hurt. Who were you to stop a wedding? You barely knew this guy. There was nothing you could do.
“Ok,” Dan said, taking a deep breath as you walked side by side towards the front door behind which the not-so-surprise surprise party lay. “Halfing the attention with you means halfing the chance of me doing something cringey. Or at least the chance of someone seeing me do something cringey.”
“You won’t do anything cringey.”
“God. All I ever really want for my birthday is to sit at home on my computer, eat good food, and be left alone. Why do other people always have to be involved?” he asked.
“Thanks,” you teased, nudging him a bit. You stood now in front of the door, neither of you making a move to open it.
“No, hang on, that’s not what I meant,” he said, shaking his head. “Actually…hanging out with just you…eating food–that sounds pretty ok.”
“That sounds kind of like a date,” you told him. He looked down at you and cleared his throat. His next words still came out quiet.
“Yeah. It does. Maybe sometime you and I…” he hesitated, licked his lips before opening his mouth to try again, but the front door swung open with Phil behind it, and light from inside flooded onto the front porch.
“Happy birthdays!” Phil shouted along with the chorus of people behind him in the house. Dan had turned quickly from you, a forced smile on his face, but as he moved to step into the joint party being thrown for the two of you, he snuck his hand into yours and gave it a squeeze.
i finally hit my first big milestone in followers on my blog the other day so i figured, why not do a little follow forever to celebrate my friends and mutuals? we might not yet have interacted, or maybe we have, but really only in or out of character; either way— this one is for all of you ! ❀◕ ‿ ◕❀
&& the life ruiners.
the ones whose writing and characterisation i’m forever obsessed with, who i not only consider my thread partners but also my friends and basically ruin my life on a pretty regular thread basis ;