Mafia Boss Sukuna Accidentally Getting His Worse Enemys Daughter Pregnant.

Mafia boss Sukuna “accidentally” getting his worse enemy’s daughter pregnant.

Unexpected Love

The first hints of summer were in the air as Bucky Barnes made his way down the bustling streets of Brooklyn. He still marveled at how much the city had changed, and yet how much it remained the same. Today, he was on his way to a quaint little coffee shop that he had discovered a few weeks ago. It had quickly become his favorite spot to unwind and think.

As he stepped inside, the familiar aroma of fresh coffee and pastries enveloped him. The barista greeted him with a warm smile, and he returned it, nodding in acknowledgment. He made his way to his usual corner table, tucked away from the main hustle and bustle. It was his little sanctuary.

Bucky had just settled down with his coffee when the door opened, and a burst of energy entered the room. She was hard to miss. With her bright pink dress, sky-high heels, and a sparkling handbag, she looked like she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine. She radiated confidence and vivacity.

She approached the counter, and Bucky couldn't help but overhear her cheerful conversation with the barista. Her voice was bubbly, filled with excitement about the most mundane things. It was contagious. He found himself smiling despite himself.

"Hi! Can I get a caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon? Oh, and one of those cute little cupcakes, please!" she said, her eyes sparkling with delight.

The barista chuckled. "Coming right up."

She took her order and scanned the room, looking for a place to sit. The café was unusually crowded, and most of the tables were occupied. Her eyes landed on the empty seat across from Bucky, and she beamed, making her way over.

"Hi there! Mind if I join you? It's pretty packed in here," she said, her voice as sweet as her order.

Bucky was taken aback but nodded. "Sure, go ahead."

"Thank you!" she chirped, sliding into the seat. "I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Bucky," he replied, offering a polite smile.

She took a sip of her drink, her eyes lighting up. "Mmm, this is delicious! So, Bucky, do you come here often?"

He nodded. "Yeah, it's a nice place to think."

"I can see that," she said, glancing around. "It's super cozy. I just moved to the neighborhood, so I'm still exploring all the cool spots."

"Welcome to Brooklyn," Bucky said, genuinely. "What brought you here?"

"Oh, just needed a change of scenery," she said with a shrug. "I love meeting new people and trying new things."

As they talked, Bucky found himself drawn to her infectious enthusiasm. She had a way of making even the simplest things seem exciting. They chatted about everything and nothing—favorite movies, embarrassing moments, dreams for the future. Despite her bubbly exterior, Bucky realized there was more to her than met the eye. She was kind, thoughtful, and surprisingly insightful.

Days turned into weeks, and Bucky and Y/N's coffee shop encounters became a regular thing. He found himself looking forward to their conversations, her laughter, and the way she saw the world with such optimism. She was like a ray of sunshine, brightening his days in ways he hadn't thought possible.

One afternoon, as they sat together, Y/N noticed Bucky seemed a bit more reserved than usual. She reached out, placing a hand on his.

"Hey, what's on your mind?" she asked softly.

Bucky sighed, looking into her concerned eyes. "Just... memories. Sometimes they get the better of me."

She nodded, squeezing his hand gently. "I get that. Everyone has things they're dealing with. But you don't have to go through it alone, you know?"

He smiled, appreciating her words. "Thanks, Y/N. You have a way of making things seem... lighter."

"That's what friends are for," she said, smiling back. "And besides, you're pretty great company yourself."

Their bond grew deeper with each passing day. Bucky found solace in her presence, a refuge from the shadows of his past. Y/N, in turn, found a confidant in Bucky, someone who saw beyond her bubbly exterior and appreciated her for who she truly was.

One evening, as they walked through the park, Bucky stopped, taking her hand in his. The setting sun cast a golden glow over them, and the moment felt perfect.

"Y/N, I need to tell you something," he began, his voice steady.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it, Bucky?"

He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "You've brought so much light into my life. I didn't think it was possible to feel this way again, but you... you make me believe in a future worth fighting for."

Her eyes widened, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Bucky, I... I feel the same way. You've made my life so much richer, so much more meaningful."

He smiled, pulling her into his arms. "I guess what I'm trying to say is... I love you, Y/N."

Tears glistened in her eyes as she smiled back at him. "I love you too, Bucky."

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the world around them seemed to fade away. In that moment, they knew they had found something truly special—an unexpected love that had blossomed in the most unlikely of places.

With Y/N by his side, Bucky felt ready to face whatever the future held. Together, they would navigate the challenges and cherish the joys, knowing that their love was a beacon of hope in a world that could often seem dark. And as the first stars appeared in the evening sky, they walked hand in hand, ready to embrace their new beginning.

synopsis: a drabble | lo'ak cant believe you're mated to ao'nung...of all na'vi

"forest boy!" ao'nung taunts, giving lo'ak a playful push on the shoulder. "enlighten me. how in eywa do you swim with that baby tail of yours again?"

"get your hands off of me," lo'ak snarls, forcefully pushing himself away from ao'nung. the omaticayan's tail flickers in the sand, sending a cloud of dust his way. "i'm not answering any of your damn questions."

ao'nung, seemingly reveling in the reaction he caused, takes a step back, feigning innocence with a playful shrug. "alright, alright, just curious, that's all. no need to get all defensive," he quips in a condescending tone.

"oh, you wanna see me really get defensive?" lo'ak shoots a sharp, disdainful glare at ao'nung, ears pinned back in irritation.

just as the tension between them reaches its peak, a figure suddenly comes rushing towards them, breaking the charged atmosphere and causing the two boys to shift their focus.

as the figure approaches, lo'ak finds himself captivated by the enigmatic presence before him.

inky jets of dark hair cascade over your shoulders, framing your face in a hazy allure. your piercing gaze meets his, causing a shiver to run down his spine. the necklace around your neck catches his attention, and he realizes that it bears a striking resemblance to the one worn by ao'nung.

"ma 'nung," you call out for the metkayinan, your voice carrying a blend of concern and frustration. you grasp his hand firmly, taking charge of the situation and dragging him away from the sully boy. "have you been messing with him again?"

before ao'nung can respond, you turn towards lo'ak with a sincere and apologetic expression. "i apologize for my mate's behavior," you say, trying to diffuse the tension.

"do not apologize for me," ao'nung snarks, but he falls silent when he notices your stern gaze directed at him.

you take a deep breath, trying to keep your emotions in check. "as the upcoming olo'eytkan, he's very protective of our clan, and your unexpected appearance has stirred up quite a bit of talk."

"yawne—" ao'nung attempts to interject.

"do not interrupt me," you grit, cutting him off.

with a grumble that rivals the growls of a disgruntled akula, ao'nung stops, his ears pinned to the sides of his head. as you turn your attention back to the omaticayan, you can't help but notice his starstruck and dumfounded expressions, clearly taken aback by the situation.

"mate?" lo'ak croaks out. he gazes at you from head to toe, eyes resembling saucers ready to launch into orbit. "you're mated to him?" he points to ao'nung, his disbelief evident.

"yes—" you try to respond, but he doesn't let up. "are you blind?" he exclaims, as if it's the most logical conclusion he can muster. "or are you suffering from some brain damage? i just—" he wildly waves his hands around. "him? fishlips? of all na'vi?"

your mouth hangs open for a moment. then, you can't help but burst into laughter, the absurdity of his questions catching you off guard. beside you, ao'nung seethes, knuckles white, fists clenching as he looks ready to unleash his inner thanator on the poor forest boy. but you manage to stifle your laughter just enough to reassure him with a calming hand on his arm.

"i assure you," you manage to wheeze out between fits of giggles, "i made a conscious decision."

how you get the girl — ethan landry

word count: 3,654

pairing: hockey player!ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: because of ethan’s reputation as a man-whore, y/n doesn’t believe he wants a serious relationship with her. so, ethan and chad make a list so that he can get the girl.

warnings: fluff.

author’s note: i’ve been reading lots of hockey rom-coms, so i needed to write about it. i’m obsessed with ethan as a hockey player😫

ETHAN DIDN’T KNOW HOW BADLY HIS ACTIONS WOULD COME BACK IN THE FUTURE TO BITE HIM IN THE ASS. Being captain of the Blackmore hockey team and certified pretty boy, girls were practically—and quite literally sometimes—throwing themselves at him, and he would lie if he said he didn’t love the attention. It would be easier and shorter to name the girls he hadn’t hooked up with than naming the ones he had. That gained him the reputation of being a playboy, and he didn’t mind being called that, to be completely honest. Or at least, he didn’t until Y/N came into his life.

She was Tara’s best friend, and since said girl started dating Ethan’s best friend, Chad, the four of them began spending lots of time together. At first, the boy flirted with Y/N because hitting on attractive girls was like second nature to him, but then he got to know her better and the unexpected thing happened—Ethan was swept off his feet. But his reputation was his karma, and Y/N didn’t think he was being serious with her. She would laugh and brush it off because no matter how gorgeous Ethan was, playboys weren’t Y/N’s type, so she would decline every attempt of him to make her go out with him.

“Why not? Just one date” Ethan said on his fifth attempt of the day. They were on the Blackmore hockey rink, and instead of using his break to drink water and rest, Ethan went to talk to Y/N.

“Exactly. You want just one date, get me inside your bed and tomorrow you’ll move onto some other girl. I really like you” she said, and before he could smirk in victory she added. “But why ruin the friendship we have for sex? Besides, one night stands aren’t my cup of tea.”

“Then let’s make it an every day thing” Ethan said.

“Nice try, Eth. We know you don’t do repeats” she stated.

“I could!” he argued. “And besides, I’m not asking for sex—I mean, at the end of the date, if you want to, I’m not gonna reject the offer—, I’m done with hook ups, I want something more.”

Y/N laughed “Okay, try it, but not with me. I’m sorry, Eth”

The girl stood up and made her way towards the exit of the rink, leaving a disappointed Ethan behind. She would lie if she said she didn’t want to try things with him, but the truth also was that she didn’t trust him when it came to relationships and she didn’t want to get her heart broken by him.

Chad got off the ice to find his best friend sitting on the bleachers, gaze fixed on the stairs, looking like a sad kicked puppy. It’s not a sight seen often, Ethan was usually an over-energetic puppy, always happy and with a smile on his face.

“Hey, man. What’s wrong?”

“Y/N rejected me.” Ethan played with his hockey stick, not wanting to meet his best friend’s eyes.

“I’ve never seen you like this after a rejection” Chad frowned.

“Well, not to brag, but it doesn’t usually happen.” he said, making Chad chuckle. “But it’s different this time. Y/N is not someone I want for one night, or for something casual. I want everything with her.”

“Wow” Chad took a breath, shocked by the confession. “And she said no?”

“She says she doesn’t want to ruin our friendship” Ethan said.

Chad scoffed “Why would that happen?”

“She doesn’t trust me and thinks I’m not boyfriend material. I really am serious about her, Chad. I swear. I would never hurt her. I wish she could read my mind”

“Don’t you dare give up, then. Words aren’t enough, show her you really like her”

“How?”

Chad smirked. “Grab a pen and a napkin, we are going to make a list so you can get the girl.”

one: get her favourite coffee

ETHAN WOKE UP A BIT EARLIER THE FOLLOWING DAY TO GO TO Y/N’S FAVOURITE COFFEE SHOP AND GET HER ORDER. He convinced Tara to drag Y/N straight to class, not letting her get the coffee, and to text him once they were in the classroom. Once he got the text, Ethan entered the class, all eyes on him, and set the cup in front of Y/N with an adorable grin.

“Good morning. You look gorgeous as always” he kissed her cheek and simply left the room.

Y/N stared at the drink completely astonished, ignoring the glares coming from the female population and the smirk her best friend was giving her. There was something scribbled with black sharpie—it was simple, but it made her stomach combust. Have a great day, beautiful! Love, Ethan. And three hearts poorly made—which she thought was utterly adorable—next to his name.

“You got him in a leash” Tara laughed.

“Don’t be silly, we know what he wants” Y/N brushed it off.

“Come on, Ethan doesn’t do romantic stuff for anyone, not even to get laid.”

“It’s just one coffee, Tara. Let’s not be dramatic.”

But Tara knew, and Y/N too, that the little gesture was a lot when it came to Ethan Landry. Yet, a coffee cup wasn’t enough to gain the girl’s trust.

two: show her you’re interested in her interests

WHAT IS THE THING Y/N ENJOYED THE MOST? EASY: BOOKS. Ethan knew exactly which one he should start with. In fact, he had bought it the first time Y/N mentioned it. He didn’t know what it was about, but he was sure it was a rom-com that referenced other rom-com movies.

“Ethan!” Chad said in a loud voice, startling his friend. Ethan looked up to find his best friend, Tara and Y/N staring at him. The latter had her mouth wide open.

“What?” he asked absentmindedly. He had been so immersed in the book he hadn’t heard them arrive.

“We called your name countless times, man.” Chad laughed.

“Sorry” Ethan closed the book and looked at Y/N. “Um, I may have a man-crush on Wes Bennett.”

Y/N chuckled, sitting in front of him and ignoring the way her heart was beating rapidly. She wanted to take a picture of Ethan with the book and set it as her lock screen “Welcome to the club.”

“I can’t stand it anymore, I need them to kiss. I need Wes to get the girl” he groaned.

A grin took over her features “Which part are you at?”

“They are going to hang out at Michael’s house” Ethan replied, which made her smile wider. “What’s that smile for? Oh god, what is going to happen?”

“I’m not going to spoil it! Just want to say… buckle up”

“You can’t say that! I can’t continue reading until tomorrow, I have a test!” Ethan panicked.

“Look at you, invested in a rom-com” Chad bumped his shoulder.

“I just wanted to see if it lived up to Y/N’s hype” Ethan said, making her turn into a blushing mess. “It does.”

“You aren’t even finished” Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “Did you know there’s a sequel coming? And its playlist isn’t very optimistic”

“What?! You just ruined my day. I don’t want to read it anymore” he crossed his arms.

Wanting to mess with him, Tara grabbed the book. “So you wouldn’t mind if I-“ she stopped talking when the boy took the book from her hands.

“Yes, I would mind”

“Wait, are you annotating it?” Y/N said when she saw the colourful post-its.

“Yeah, it’s pretty fun. Anyways, I have to go to class, see you later at practice?”

“See you” Chad said. Before leaving, Ethan kissed Y/N’s forehead.

“What is going on with him?” Y/N asked.

“Showing you he’s serious about you. What are you waiting for, Y/N/N? I thought you liked him” Chad said.

“I do, a lot. But I’m not sure I’m really what he wants. What if he’s just interested because I’m the only girl who has rejected him? What if I finally say yes and then that interest is gone? How am I supposed to recover from that?”

“Y/N…”

“There’s nothing I’d like more than to call him mine, Chad. Trust me. But being just another girl on his list would kill me. I don’t want to lose him, okay? I don’t know if I’m willing to risk our friendship.”

three: woo her with your hockey skills.

WHEN PRACTICE WAS OVER AND CHAD AND ETHAN DIDN’T LEAVE THE RINK, Y/N WAS CONFUSED. The boys skated towards the bleachers Tara and her were sitting in and smirked at them. Chad grabbed a bag from a corner and gave it to them.

“Put the skates on, ladies”

Y/N wanted to laugh when Ethan grabbed her hands and guided her around the ice, but she thought it was so cute that she didn’t have the heart to tell him she knew how to skate perfectly well.

“Okay, I think you’re ready to do it on your own, but go slowly” Ethan said as he finished explaining her how to slide in the ice.

“Losers don’t do it slowly, Landry.” Y/N scoffed.

“You will hurt yourself, Y/N/N. Don’t be stubborn, it’s dangerous.” Ethan sighed.

Y/N smirked “Oh yeah?” she skated flawlessly towards a corner, and came back with a winning smile. She even did a little spin to show off.

“H-how?” he asked breathlessly, frozen in place with a look of shock.

“Took skating classes when I was little” she explained.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I was blabbering instructions like a fool”

Y/N shrugged “I couldn’t, you looked so excited”

“You’re evil” he shook his head as he let out the cutest laugh Y/N had ever heard. God, her infuriation was just getting worse with every little action he did. She didn’t know how much longer she would be able to contain herself. She needed him to stop.

So her face turned serious “Ethan…”

Ethan fluttered his eyes close and then looked at her with pleading eyes. “Please don’t. I know what you’re going to say. Just hear me out. I know that my reputation is horrible, and I get why you don’t trust me. But I have never been more serious about something the way I am about you. I really wish I could erase every hook up, but I can’t and I don’t want my past to define my future. I know it’s hard to believe, but I haven’t been with anyone since I fell for you. I haven’t even thought about anyone else since I fell for you. I want to keep showing you how much I like you.”

Y/N was speechless. He had known Ethan long enough to know he was being serious and completely honest with his words. Maybe she had judged him too much, maybe he had truly changed. And now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen him with a girl in ages. Maybe diving into a relationship wasn’t the safest option, but it was worth the try.

four: get her flowers

DURING HER LUNCH BREAK, Y/N WAS SURPRISED BY THE HOCKEY PLAYER, who on one hand was holding red tulips and on the other one food. Like always, his presence brought attention and whispers, but none of them cared. Something had shifted between them since that afternoon at the rink, and they both could feel it.

“Thank you, Eth” she smiled gratefully. “You know, I had a feeling you would bring me lunch, so instead of bringing mine, I brought yours. I owe you flowers, though.”

“Thanks” he laughed. “Do you like them?”

“They are beautiful” she nodded, her cheeks the same colour as her flowers.

“When you get home, you should look for the meaning of red tulips” he winked.

For the rest of the day, Y/N had been in a haze. Every time Ethan crossed her mind, blush appeared on her cheeks and the corners of her mouth lifted up.

“My god, was I that annoying when Chad and I started talking?” Tara asked when they entered their dorm.

“Yes, you were, T.” Y/N chuckled, remembering her best friend’s love-sick smile every time Chad texted her. “You still are, by the way.”

“Anyways, I love seeing you like this. And I’m glad you’re willing to give Ethan a chance.”

“Me too. I’m not going to lie, I’m a bit scared that he’ll get bored of me, but I’m really determined to risk it.”

“He’s not going to get bored of you, Y/N/N. He doesn’t like you because he’s into the whole ‘Only girl who had ever rejected him’ thing. He’s into you because you don’t see him only as a hot hockey player, but you also see how sweet and caring he is. You’re not interested in using him to become popular, you see that he is much more than his popularity. And that is why he likes you.”

“Well, shit. Now I feel bad for rejecting him multiple times.” Y/N slumped to the couch.

Tara laughed “Don’t. It’s understandable why you were cautious with your feelings. He knows that he isn’t a saint. By the way, did you know that Chad and him made this list with things to do to win you over?”

“Really?” Y/N laughed. “That makes sense, he’s being really sweet this week. Well, more than usual, because he’s always super sweet.”

“I found it on their fridge, they are so silly. It’s called ‘Ethan and Chad’s infallible list on how to get the girl’. I took a picture”

Y/N took Tara’s phone and laughed at the list. There were a couple of items crossed out and with a tick, and the one that said ‘Woo her with your hockey skills’ had a little note to the side that said ‘Backfired. My girl is a skating genius, made me look like a fool’, which made her laugh. Then, on the ‘Give her flowers’ there was an explanation note that said ‘My pick: red tulips. Means declaration of love’.

“Fucking hell, he’s so… ugh! I really want to kiss him”

“Lucky for you, that’s item six” Tara said over her shoulder.

“The thought of them brainstorming and writing this down is adorable” Y/N laughed.

“It really is” Tara nodded. “You should wear Ethan’s jersey to the game tomorrow. You don’t know how many times he told us he has dreamt about it.”

Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering. Ethan had shown her how much he liked her, and she thought it was time to show him how much she liked him. “You know? That’s an excellent idea.”

[💖]

five: publicly state you’re only into her.

ETHAN KNEW THE BEST TIME TO EXECUTE ITEM FIVE WOULD BE THE NIGHT OF THE GAME. The ideal scenario would be to get that puck on the net and dedicate it to Y/N, and if he wasn’t that lucky, he would settle with blowing kisses and winks at her. Though when he went out on the ice rink and he caught sight of her, his mind went blank, his body stopped working for a couple of seconds and if it weren’t for Chad steadying him, he would’ve collapsed to the ice.

He quickly skated towards her seat, which was in the first row, right behind the glass. “Beautiful, you can’t just come here in my jersey without any warnings. You want me to have a heart attack?”

A sweet laugh bursted out of her “Sorry. Red tulips are your way of declaring your love, I thought wearing your jersey could be mine.”

Ethan’s breath hitched “Um, I’m about to jump up this glass so that I can kiss you.”

The girl shook her head and laughed “After the game, pretty boy. If you win, you might get an extra reward.”

And hell if those words didn’t encourage Ethan to play his best. The game was brutal, both teams were acing it and the match was about to end in a tie, until Ethan scored the winning goal a few seconds before time was over. The Blackmore bleachers erupted in screams of triumph, and the players united for a group hug.

Tara and Y/N instantly went looking for their boys. The last one scowled as she saw a puck bunny making sexy eyes at Ethan and she clung to his arm. The boy couldn’t have looked more uncomfortable, he pulled his arm away, only for the girl to find another way of touching him.

“You have been acting so hard to get lately. Don’t you think a winner deserves a kiss?” Y/N heard the girl say.

“You’re absolutely right. Now, back away so I can kiss the hell out of him.” Y/N said, throwing daggers at the girl, who looked at her in a mix of surprise and annoyance. “And can’t you get a hint? He’s uncomfortable.”

Ethan gaped at her. She had never looked so hot—standing there with his number on the back of the jersey that fitted her like a dress, knee-length boots that weirdly turned him on, and with a scowl on her face as she got all territorial on him.

“And who are you?” the puck bunny scanned her up and down with a frown.

“His girlfriend. Now, can you leave? I have to congratulate my man” she said harshly. As soon as she said that, Ethan was sure he was about to drop onto his knees and let her do whatever she wanted to him.

“Girlfriend?” Ethan smirked as the puck bunny left. “I like the sound of that.”

“Good” Y/N smirked back, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Now, are you ready to cross out items five and six? You know, one bird two stones.”

“Hell yes”

Their lips moved hungrily, and the kiss was way too heated and inappropriate considering their surroundings. But they couldn’t stop it, their desire was diesel and they had been playing with fire for months.

“I promised you a reward if you won, right?” Y/N said against his lips.

“Isn’t this the reward? This is more than I could’ve asked for. You, finally being my girlfriend and kissing me while wearing my jersey.” his eyes were dark and lips swollen. His beauty was out of this world.

“You scored the winning goal, babe. You deserve a special reward” she licked her lips. “Let’s go to your car.”

He nodded eagerly, and as they reached the car, he dared to ask “What do you have in mind?”

She opened the back door. “One kiss isn’t enough. How much time do you have until you have to go to the bar with the guys?”

“What guys? What bar? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he acted clueless and she let out a giggle. “In fifteen, but they’ll survive if I arrive a bit late. I want to be with my girl for a while.”

“Okay, then get in the car so we can make out.” Y/N bursted out laughing as Ethan carelessly threw himself on the backseat of his car. “You need to learn about the art of subtlety, Eth.”

“Oh that’s rich coming from the girl who attacked me in the middle of the arena.” he said grabbing her waist to guide her to his lap.

“Attack you? That’s not what I did” she scoffed.

“Yes you did. You attacked me with a kiss and then you led me to my car to corrupt me” Ethan said in a fake innocent tone.

“Corrupting the former man-whore?” Y/N arched an eyebrow.

Ethan’s eyes darkened “You’re right. Maybe I am the one corrupting you. I mean, you couldn’t even wait for us to get home to attack me again?”

“You’re insufferable. You’re so lucky you’re hot.”

“I am hot?”

Y/N nodded, looking at him. His muscled arms were spread on the top of the seats, grin plastered on his face and cheeks still rosy from the cold temperature of the arena.

“The hottest. And the best thing? That you’re mine.”

“Just yours, love.” he smiled sweetly, resting his forehead on hers.

“That list of yours is pretty… infallible, right?” Y/N joked.

“I can’t believe you know about the list” Ethan hid his face on her neck.

“You sticked it on the fridge and Tara took a picture” Y/N replied.

“Fucking Chad” Ethan groaned. “So, what do you think?”

“Well, it worked, right? You got the girl.”

“Yes, I did” he smiled hugging her tightly. “Should I do one on how to keep the girl?”

Y/N laughed “I don’t think you need that. Rumour has it, she’s totally in love with you.”

“Oh yeah? Lucky me, because I’m totally in love with her too.”

A Winter's Embrace

The first flakes of winter had begun to fall, gently dusting the bustling streets of Brooklyn. The air was crisp, and the scent of pine and frost filled the atmosphere. Amid the holiday buzz, the small café on the corner of Winter Street and Marvel Avenue remained a cozy sanctuary. Inside, a fire crackled warmly in the hearth, and the scent of cinnamon and cocoa wafted through the air.

You had always loved winter, with its promise of warmth and togetherness. Your favorite spot in the café was by the window, where you could watch the snowflakes dance against the glass. Today, though, your anticipation was different. You were waiting for Bucky.

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, the man who had seen more winters than he cared to remember, yet who brought a warmth to your life that rivaled any hearth. It had been a whirlwind romance, filled with laughter, deep conversations, and a shared understanding of life's complexities. Bucky, with his haunted blue eyes and endearing smile, had become your world, and you his anchor in a sea of memories and uncertainties.

The doorbell tinkled, and you looked up from your book, heart skipping a beat as you saw him. Bucky walked in, shaking the snow from his dark hair, his cheeks flushed from the cold. His eyes met yours, and a smile spread across his face, chasing away any lingering shadows.

"Hey, doll," he greeted, his voice like velvet as he slid into the seat across from you.

"Hi, Bucky," you replied, your smile mirroring his. "How was your day?"

He shrugged off his heavy coat, revealing the well-worn leather jacket you loved. "Better now that I'm here with you."

You blushed, feeling the warmth of his words. Bucky reached across the table, taking your hand in his. His touch was gentle, yet you could feel the strength in his grip, a reminder of the soldier he once was—and still was, in many ways.

"I ordered your favorite," you said, nodding towards the steaming mugs of hot chocolate that sat before you, each topped with a mountain of whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon.

Bucky chuckled, a sound that always sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. "You know me too well."

As you sipped your drinks, you fell into easy conversation. Bucky told you stories from his past, his voice weaving tales of camaraderie and adventure, of lost friends and hard-won battles. You listened intently, your hand never leaving his. There was a vulnerability in his eyes when he spoke of those times, a glimpse of the pain he carried, but also a quiet strength that never ceased to amaze you.

After a while, the conversation turned to lighter topics. You teased him about his aversion to modern technology, and he playfully retorted by mocking your inability to navigate the city without Google Maps. The banter was familiar, comforting, a reminder of the bond you shared.

Outside, the snow continued to fall, creating a magical winter wonderland. As the café began to fill with evening patrons, you and Bucky decided to take a walk. Bundled up in your coats and scarves, you stepped out into the winter night, hand in hand.

The streets were quieter now, the snow muffling the usual city sounds. You walked in companionable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. Bucky's gloved hand was warm in yours, and you felt a sense of contentment that words could not capture.

"Do you ever think about the future?" you asked softly, breaking the silence.

Bucky glanced at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Sometimes. It's hard to look too far ahead, but when I do… I see you."

Your heart swelled at his words. "I see you too, Bucky. Wherever the future takes us, I want to be with you."

He stopped walking, turning to face you. The falling snow framed his face like a scene from a fairy tale. "You mean the world to me, you know that?" His voice was earnest, his blue eyes searching yours.

You nodded, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "And you mean everything to me, Bucky."

He pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in your own bubble of warmth and love.

For a moment, you stood like that, holding each other as the snow continued to fall. It was a moment of perfect peace, a memory you would cherish forever.

Eventually, Bucky pulled back slightly, his hand cupping your cheek. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Let's go home," he murmured.

Hand in hand, you made your way back to your shared apartment. The space was small but cozy, filled with the little touches that made it home—pictures of your adventures together, mismatched mugs, and a blanket you had knitted last winter. Bucky started a fire in the fireplace while you changed into something more comfortable.

As the fire crackled to life, you joined Bucky on the couch. He wrapped an arm around you, and you snuggled into his side, feeling the warmth of the flames and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

"Remember our first winter together?" you asked, a smile playing on your lips.

Bucky chuckled. "How could I forget? You insisted on building a snowman in the park, even though it was freezing."

"And you insisted on making sure it had the perfect carrot nose," you added, laughing at the memory.

Bucky's laughter joined yours, the sound filling the room with joy. "We made quite the team."

"We still do," you said, looking up at him.

He met your gaze, his eyes soft with affection. "Yes, we do."

As the night wore on, you talked about your plans for the future—trips you wanted to take, dreams you hoped to achieve. There was an unspoken understanding that whatever the future held, you would face it together. With each word and shared dream, you felt the bond between you growing stronger.

The fire began to die down, casting a gentle glow over the room. You yawned, the events of the day catching up with you. Bucky noticed and smiled, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek.

"Time for bed, doll," he said softly.

You nodded, reluctantly pulling yourself away from the warmth of his embrace. Together, you made your way to the bedroom, the familiar comfort of your shared space welcoming you. Bucky pulled back the covers, and you slid in, the sheets cool against your skin. He joined you, and you immediately curled up against him, seeking his warmth.

"Goodnight, Bucky," you whispered, your eyes already drifting closed.

"Goodnight, love," he replied, pressing a kiss to your temple.

As you lay there, the world outside your window continued its winter dance, the snow falling silently. In Bucky's arms, you felt safe, cherished, and deeply loved. You knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.

The future was a tapestry yet to be woven, but tonight, in the quiet embrace of a winter's night, you had everything you needed. Bucky's steady heartbeat lulled you into a peaceful sleep, and in your dreams, you saw a lifetime of winters and summers, of laughter and tears, of shared moments and endless love.

And so, with the promise of tomorrow and the warmth of Bucky's embrace, you slept, content and hopeful, ready to embrace the adventures that awaited you both.

Actor Bucky x civilian reader 

I’m feeling angsty. Fluffy. Just a thought. But like a long thought. 

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You should have known this would happen eventually. 

You knew you should have put your phone down and gone to sleep hours ago. Scrolling through social media did nothing to ease you mind as you stared at the 100′s of posts that showed Bucky whispering in her ear with a boyish smile. A sickly feeling spread from your chest, up your neck and to your cheeks, the type of heat that made your throat constrict and your eyes burn. The lump in your throat was painful to swallow, blinking back tears when you clicked on a video that had been shot by the paparazzi and leaked to the press, all the news outlets having a field day with brand new pics of a budding Hollywood romance. 

“Well, there you have it folks! Looks like Winter is warming up over here, stay tuned for more updates” 

“Single no more? Things steam up on the set of The Winter Soldier” 

“Swipe to get a sneak peak on the hottest new romance everyone’s excited about”

You wanted to throw your phone across the room, instead keeping your eyes locked on the way your boyfriend was cozied up with his co-star, the two of them seemingly giggling over an inside joke while taking a break between shoots. Her face was practically tucked into his neck while he laughed, both of them apparently blissfully unaware someone was watching. 

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