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For the Love of the Game - Part Seven
Pairing: College!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.
Word count: 4.3k
Warnings: mild language, fluff, tiny bit of angst
a/n: The last part! :,) I can’t thank everyone enough for all the support on this series! I’ll be posting drabbles all next week. Thank you again!! 💛
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“Where the hell’s my girl?” Bucky Barnes was squinting from the outfield, putting very little effort into his warm up with Sam. He had been eyeing the stands next to the dugout for a solid ten minutes, aching to catch a glimpse of you.
“She told you she’d be a little late. Stop worrying so much, man,” Sam said. He tossed the ball to Bucky who barely looked over in time to catch it.
“Nat’s already here though.”
“Yeah, and y/n had to drive herself since office hours ran late. Some people have cars of their own and don’t have to steal other people’s.”
Bucky groaned. “C’mon, are you still mad about that? That was weeks ago and you didn’t even need it that day!”
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imagine: Elrond teaching you to dance
You stood, watching the elves dance with one another. You frowned and sighed, finishing your third- or was this your forth- glass of wine.
“Y/n, you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself… what is the matter?”
You looked up to see lord Elrond. “I-it’s nothing…” you lied, avoiding eye-contact.
He gently took the empty wine glass from your hand. “Come, dance with me.” He said as he took your hands.
“My lord, I hate to decline, but I don’t fell like-“ you gasped as he spun you around.
He took you through the dance and you accidentally stepped on his foot. “I’m sorry…” you whispered.
He gave you a gentle smile. “It’s ok…”
You tripe’s and fell, almost taking Elrond down with you.
“Are you alright?”
You didn’t answer as you ran out of the ball room, a little laughter coming from behind you as you ran.
You ran until you reached the garden then you collapsed and began to softly cry, looking up at the stars.
“Y/n?”
You didn’t respond.
Elrond sat on the grass next to you, gently placing his hand on your back. “Are you hurt?”
You let out a sob. “I-I just…”
Elrond pulled you to him so your head could rest on his chest. “Y/n, I-”
“I don’t know how to dance…” you admitted, pushing away and going to stand. “I’m sorry, I must have embarrassed you something awful when I fell…” you mumbled, turning to leave. “I-I think I’ll turn in for the night, save you from being embarrassed by me again-”
Suddenly, you felt a hand on your waist and you were spun around. “It’s I who should apologize, I shouldn’t have pushed you to do something you didn’t want to…” he paused, looking in your eyes. “Though… I could teach you to dance… if you’d like…”
You smiled. “I would like that, I-if it’s not to mu-”
He held up his hand, “it’s not a problem at all, besides, I needed an excuse to get away from the ballroom, Thranduil was driving me crazy.
You chuckled and he led you through a waltz. You paused when he yelped from you stepping in his toes again. “I’m sorry!”
He gently cupped your cheek, “it’s ok, your learning…”
“Wait, hold on…” you bent down to undo your shoes, fighting the skirt of your dress.
Elrond chuckled. “Here, sit…” he said, motioning to a bench.
You sat and he knelt, gently undoing your shoes for you. Your cheeks heated as his hands brushed agents your skin as he undid the clasps.
He pulled you to your feet and helped you dance. You thought you’d gotten it when suddenly you both fell, you landed in top of him, your chest agents his.
He put his arms around your lower back. “Heh, I knew you’d fall for me…” he muttered before placing his lips on yours.