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Enamored [36] - Preparations

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Planning a wedding takes time.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, kissing.

Word Count: 4800

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You were so excited for your wedding that the moment your father gave you his approval, you had transformed a spare room into a planning room. It was impossible for everything to fit into your bedroom after all, and you had insisted personally approving everything that was going to be present at the engagement party and the wedding.

It was almost crazy that in only two weeks, you would be married to the love of your life. Every time the thought crossed your mind, it filled you with so much happiness that you felt like even the sun was shining brighter than before.

But it also meant that you now only had two weeks to plan the wedding.

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More Than A Service || mechanic!Stucky

Summary: A night out crossed paths with Steve and then Bucky, leading to feelings growing for both of them. In trying to decide who you feel more for you cut off ties with both only to bump into them both unexpectedly. Warnings: 18+ only, alcohol, swearing WC: 3.4K

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It was the weekend and you were ready to unwind. Being single, depressingly so, you decided to head out to the many clubs on and around Atlantic Ave with the hope of finding at least one cute guy. Even just exchanging numbers would ease some of the need you had to socialise with the opposite sex, so that was your goal.

The first club you got to wasn’t quite to your taste, the music not a genre you would usually listen to. But, it was happy hour so you stayed for the cheap drinks and felt yourself begin to relax. You had just returned from the ladies room and found a handsome man occupying the stool beside the one you had claimed as your own and he smiled when you sat down beside him.

“Having a good night?” He asked with a polite smile on his face, a dark blond beard shaping his face perfectly. The bartender had your refill ready and placed it down in front of you as the man pulled out his wallet. “I’ll have another and I’ll get this gorgeous lady’s drink as well.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You said as he waved it off.

You didn’t want to give him the idea that you could be bought into a night between the sheets as so many men had assumed would be the case when they paid for your drinks. On the other hand, the man looked built for some damn good sex and you couldn’t deny the sweet reminder between your legs as you shifted on your perch. 

“I want to.” He said as he swivelled around to face you. “I will admit, I do have an ulterior motive.”

“Of course you do.” You sighed under your breath.

“See, my friends were meant to meet me here but they’re running late and it would really ruin my image if I’m sat alone at the bar.” His serious image cracked into a smile that had you laughing before he held his hand out. “I’m Steve.”

“Y/n.” 

His hands were, for lack of a better word, manly. They were large and engulfed yours, his palms calloused from years of manual labour with them and you watched his biceps flex beneath his tight shirt. If you would hazard a guess you assumed he was a builder given his strength and you were once again reminded of the deep ache in your core at the thought of him wielding a hammer. 

“I haven’t seen you around before. You live near here?” 

“Yeah, but I don’t get out much.” You said as he sipped from his bottle of beer. “My mom said I need to get out more or resign myself to adopting 40 cats.”

His beer threatened to come out his nose as he choked and spluttered on the laugh lodged in his throat. You felt terrible as you leapt forward and clapped him on the back a few times while he recovered.

“I’m sorry.” You apologised as he grabbed a napkin and dabbed his lips with a shake of his head.

“Don’t be.” He reassured you with a hand on yours. “I like the honesty. It’s refreshing.”

His eyes turned sad for a moment before whatever ghost had haunted him left and he realised he was still holding your hand. You didn’t mind at all as his cold hand warmed against your skin but he pulled away to wave at a couple of guys walking in.

“Did you want to come join us?” Steve asked as they approached the bar but you shook your head with a small smile.

“I’m going to head off but you have a good night.” You felt safe with Steve but you didn’t want to put yourself into a predicament by drinking with three very strong strangers. “But, um, if you wanted to grab another drink sometime when you don’t have other plans, I would be up for that.”

Steve’s eyes lit up as he nodded eagerly and grabbed another napkin. He wrote his number down quickly and placed the paper securely in your hand, closing your fist around it.

“I’m definitely up for that.” He promised. “And let me know that you got home safe, pretty woman like yourself shouldn’t be walking around alone. Actually, do you want me to walk you to a taxi?”

You smiled as he worried over you and placed a calming hand to his bulging bicep. “I’m fine, Steve. Relax with your friends and I promise I’ll text you when I get home.”

“Alright then, y/n. Have a good night.” He nodded, watching you retreat from the bar until his friends blocked your view.

The second you were out of sight you added his number to your phone in case you lost the napkin and smiled the entire way down the street. You were practically walking on sunshine when some pop music caught your fancy as you passed an open bar and you figured one more drink would go down well before you called it a night. 

The bar was crowded with more people than you expected waiting to order and you were undecided on whether to stay and wait it out or just leave. The decision was made for you when the line almost biblically parted and you saw an empty stool illuminated by the laser lights. Sneaking through the space, you took a seat while waiting for the bartender to make his way down the line.

“You might be waiting a while, doll. Service is pretty slack.” You looked over to the figure sitting beside you and found a handsome man smiling coyly at you as he ran a thick, ringed finger around the rim of his empty tumbler. “I was about to leave but I think I might just stick around now. I’m Bucky.”

For the second time tonight you found yourself bathing in the attention of a handsome man. His hand was cold from the icy glass he had been holding and he had held on just a little too long for it to be just a friendly handshake. “You got a name, or should I just keep calling you doll?”

“It’s y/n.” You said as the butterflies in your tummy took flight all over again. “But I could get used to doll too.”

“Good, because it suits you.” He winked before nodding your head to the bartender who had stopped in front of you. “You must be a good luck charm, they haven’t come down this end of the bar for the last 15 minutes.”

“I’m about 15 years overdue for some good luck, it’s about time things turned around.” You admitted with a laugh before ordering your drink and Bucky’s too so he didn’t have to wait. He was quicker than you to drop the money on the bar and he smirked as it was taken by the bartender before you could protest, the note large enough to buy four more of the cocktails. 

“Keep the change man.” Bucky said to the bartender, a grateful smile thrown his way before the man rushed back to the next patron. 

“That was very generous of you.” You smiled, remembering the days you had worked in hospitality. 

“I appreciate an honest day's work.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “You couldn’t pay me enough to do what they do.”

You followed his glare to a group of young men, who looked barely legal, surrounding a hostess that was trying to work but they kept blocking her way. You sighed feeling sorry for the woman, she clearly wasn’t interested in them but it didn’t seem to be stopping them from trying.

“Why isn’t anybody doing anything?” You frowned as you looked for the bouncer before Bucky jumped off his stool.

You couldn’t tell how tall he was when he was sitting but he was half a head above most of the patrons as he sauntered towards the group of offenders. You grabbed your drinks, not wanting them to be spiked if you left them but also not wanting Bucky to get in trouble alone. You struggled to keep up with his long strides but focused on his broad back straining against the fitted shirt he wore before shamelessly trailing down to his tight jeans.

“Hey, leave her alone, she’s just trying to do her job.” Bucky growled as he pushed his way between two of them and put himself between her and the men. “I think you should find some other place to party tonight.”

You sagged with relief when you spotted two bouncers making their way into the tense situation but the relief was short lived as they pointed to everyone in the vicinity and ordered them out, including Bucky. 

“He was just trying to help her.” You said as you stepped into the conversation and pointed at Bucky. “Since you guys didn’t seem to be doing anything.”

The bouncer towering over you cocked an eyebrow at the taunt before waving a hand at everyone, including you this time, and jabbed his thumb to the door. “Out. Now.”

An arm curled around your waist and Bucky’s drink was taken from your fingers and you found him finishing it before placing the empty glass on the hostess’s tray. “Sorry, doll, I didn’t mean to ruin your night.”

“Are you kidding me?” You laughed, following his actions and finishing your cocktail. “It’s nice to know there’s still decent guys out there.”

“I’m heading down the road to meet up with some friends, did you want to join me?”

You chewed your lip as you wanted to say yes but your feet were killing you and the buzz you had earlier had disappeared with the thought of the fight. “Can I take a raincheck? I was actually heading home when I walked past this bar.”

“Well, I’m glad you did.” He said as he stopped outside under the awning of the bar. “How about lunch this week? It might be less dramatic.”

“Less drama sounds good to me.” You chuckled and accepted his phone that he held out, adding your number to his contacts and sending yourself a message. “Let me know what day works for you.”

He grinned as he took the device and felt it buzz with a notification. “I’d make any day work for you, doll. I, um, have to go before these guys send a search party for me. I’ll see you next week.”

“It’s a date.” 

His smile grew even wider as he walked away, a little bounce in his step as he replied to Steve that he was on his way.

“I don’t know what to do.” You complained to your mom as she sipped her coffee and pondered what advice she could offer.

“Sorry, sweetpea, I really don’t know what to say other than to trust your gut.” 

“But they are both so amazing, and funny, and nice.” You huffed in frustration. “I really like both of them. Steve is honestly the most caring and considerate guy. And Bucky, he’s selfless and sweet. And they are both drop dead gorgeous and mechanics too, so you know they are good with their hands.”

“You’ve got yourself in a little pickle then don’t you sweetheart.” You mom said as she patted your hand gently. “But you can’t keep stringing them both along, that’s not fair on anyone. You’ll have to choose soon, before it gets too serious.”

“Ughhh, this isn’t helping mom. I have so much on my plate right now. Tomorrow I have breakfast with Steve then dinner with Bucky, then I have this project due and on top of that the light in my car still hasn’t gone away.”

“Honey, it needs a service, you can’t just drive around with the engine check light on for months.” Your mother tutted. “There’s a place on 3rd Ave near South Slope, the girls I play bridge with rave about it. Brooklyn something, Boys? I don’t know, use that interweb thing to search for it.”

You nodded along, half checked out of the conversation as your mind wandered back to your dating predicament. You knew everything your mom had said made sense but the thought of having to choose one over the other left you feeling sick to your stomach.

“One less thing to worry about.”

You looked up from the cold coffee you had been staring out of focus at, a stain ringing around the mug. “What’s that?”

“Talking to myself again.” She sighed as she showed you her phone. “I found them, The Brooklyn Boys, and booked you in. It’s amazing all the things you can do on the line.”

“Online.” You muttered as you took her phone and sent yourself the booking details so you could drop it off. “Thanks mom.” 

“That’s what I’m here for. Glorified receptionist.” She teased. “One step up from being your maid when you lived at home. I should get going if I want to make it home before dark, my eyesight isn’t quite what it used to be.”

“Let me walk you out, I could do with some fresh air to clear my head.” You said as you placed the mugs in the sink and grabbed a jacket. 

“Let me know which one you choose, oh and send me photos.”

The ache in your stomach came back at the reminder and you nodded sullenly as you followed her out of your apartment.

The ache in your stomach came back at the reminder and you nodded sullenly as you followed her out of your apartment. 

Your breakfast and dinner dates went so well that you were even more confused and hurt at the thought of having to choose one. You had resorted to leaving their messages on read as they tried to organise another date and that left you feeling even worse because you missed talking with them. You could still feel the tingle of their kiss lingering on your lips and it felt natural to want to take things further, to establish a relationship and see where it led. But you selfishly wanted a relationship with both men. 

You were so deep in your thoughts you almost missed the sign for the automotive shop but pulled into the last parking spot on the lot. 

“How’d your dinner go?” Steve asked as he wiped his hands on a rag and turned to see Bucky’s feet poking out from under a Civic. 

“I thought it went well but I think she’s ghosting me.” Bucky sighed as he rolled out and dropped his wrench into a toolbox with a little more force than necessary. “I don’t know what I did wrong.”

Steve chuffed and wrapped the rag tightly around his fist. “We can’t seem to catch a break can we?”

“You too, shit.” Bucky shook his head. “I’m sorry man.” 

“Me too.” Steve muttered, hearing the buzz of a customer entering the workshop. “Plenty more fish in the sea, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Bucky was unconvinced but shrugged it off as he followed Steve to the counter so he could call the car's owner and give them the bad news. “I just thought we really had a connection.”

You looked up from your phone after getting the booking number and almost dropped the device as you came face to face with Steve and Bucky, both looking as stunned as you. Your lips parted like a guppy gasping for air which suddenly seemed too thick to inhale as your worst nightmare came to life.

“Hey doll.” Bucky recovered first and smiled as he stepped closer. “You had me worried when you didn’t call me back.”

“Doll?” Steve laughed nervously. “She’s your doll?”

“Steve…” You choked as you looked between them. 

“Wait, you know Steve?” Bucky frowned and looked at his best friend looking at you. “This is the girl from the bar?”

“Oh sweet jesus, I should have adopted a fucking cat.” You groaned as you backed up to the door. 

Steve shook his head with a relieved laugh that froze you before you could push the door open. “We should talk in our office.”

Your eyes flickered between the two of them, half expecting the testosterone to turn explosive. “You’re not…angry?”

“What?” Bucky’s frown deepened into a scowl. “Why would we be angry?”

“Because you and I.” You waved your arms around the triangle. “And me and him.”

“Sweetheart, relax.” Steve soothed, nodding to the door that said OFFICE. “I can’t speak for Bucky but I’m just relieved you're okay. When you stopped replying, I…I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Bucky placed his hand on your lower back and urged you to follow Steve as he unlocked the office door. Twin desks faced opposite walls and a couch sat against the back wall, the whole room looking really tidy considering it was two mechanics who used it.

“Have a seat, doll.”

You sat nervously on the middle seat, feeling their heat radiating from them as they sat down beside you. The bulk of their bodies should have overwhelmed you, made you feel small, but instead you felt comfortable. It was the same comfort that you had when you were with them individually.

Bucky sat back and draped his arm across your shoulder like did when he walked with you through the park after your first date. You looked at Steve from under your lashes and found no jealousy or restraint anger as he reached for your hand and laced his fingers with yours. After a few deep breaths, you finally regulated your breathing and asked the question burning in your brain.

“What is going on?”

“Showing you that it’s okay.” Bucky said casually as if he were commenting on the weather.

“I’m so confused.” You mumbled under your breath. “I just needed a service.”

“You got more than that.” Steve chuckled with a reassuring squeeze of his hand. “Now feel free to stop me at any point but I think it’s fair to assume you like the both of us.”

You nodded as you closed your eyes, feeling the pressure of societal norms weighing on your shoulders.

“And from what Bucky’s said, and what I know, I can tell you the feeling is mutual.” Steve affirmed.

“We aren’t asking you to choose, if that’s something that’s worrying you.” Bucky added. “Steve’s my best friend, he’s a great guy so I get why you went out with him.”

“And Bucky is the most supportive partner you could ever have.” Steve smiled proudly over your shoulder. “So the question is, what do you want to do now?”

Your head was spinning at the onslaught of information that your brain couldn’t seem to comprehend. On one hand you really hoped you were understanding what was going on but you didn’t want to risk making another mistake with the two of them. Sitting up straighter you cleared your throat and bit your lip as you worked up your courage. “What exactly are you saying?”

Bucky took your other hand and leant in so he could give you the kiss he had been dying to since he saw you in the shop. You melted as his tongue rolled across your lip begging entrance that you indulged in before he pulled away breathless. “Don’t choose between us.”

Steve cradled your cheek in his hand and turned you to face him. His kind eyes sent your heart racing as they broke away from your gaze to look at your swollen lips before he couldn’t resist having his own taste of them. Their hands on your body, the taste of their kids, it was too much and your brain could barely function when he pulled away. “Choose both of us.”

Your head was nodding with all your thoughts of consideration and deliberation gone with the wind. It felt right, feeling their hands in yours, their heated stares setting your blood on fire. Even if you had time to think you knew you still wouldn’t be able to choose because they were both what you needed, two sides of the same coin that you could never flip.

“I want you both.” You admitted as you shifted in your seat. “But I don’t want this to affect your friendship.”

“It won’t.” Bucky assured you as he looked at Steve. “Promise.”

Steve nodded and slapped Bucky affectionately on his shoulder. “Promise.”

“Oh god.” You gasped as you clamped a hand over your mouth. “How am I going to explain this to my mom?”

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18+ | Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader

the adventures of bucky and his little fairy.

recommended to be read in order, but most can be read as standalones.

just let me see them

your best friend, bucky, has done some research about makeup for you. it's imperative that you show him your boobs.

look at me forever

continuation of just let me see them.

watch me cry

request: can you write some with mob!bucky x best friend!reader where he makes her cry and they stop talking for awhile? please make it angsty!!

big mouth

you have a bad habit of running your mouth when you're tipsy. luckily, your best friend is always prepared to help you out of any trouble that big mouth of yours gets you in.

tug of war

ex!pietro wants you back, but bucky will never give you up. you're his, and his alone.

just like a fairy

the start of the most loving friendship in history.

how you love me

bucky's high out of his mind, and paranoid about saving you from apparent danger. taking advantage of the fact that he won't recall any of this, you reveal your true feelings to him.

play pretend

in order to appease his uncle, bucky needs to prove that he's a family man. what better way to get that image across than with a loving wife? there's only one problem: bucky doesn't have a wife. he does, however, have a little fairy.

Good To You - 4.

Ex-boyfriend’s Dad!Mob!Bucky x Reader 

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Run-through: After kicking your exes out of your lives, you and Bucky are enjoying your happy ever after on his private island

Themes: smut, explicit language, age gap, possessive!bucky 

a/n: ah, we’ve reached the end of this totally unexpected series!! Thank you for all your support and love, always! I love you!! 

Looking at you, Bucky couldn’t help but smile. His life was so much better with you in it, and it would only get better and better from here on now. 

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What Didn’t Kill Me (Made Me Stronger)

Imagine being kidnapped at a young age and then returned to your family some years later after being rescued. Only difference is that you’re not the same as you once were.

Words: 8.8K Author’s Note: Very brief crossover here with Marvel here and there. This is going to take place the summer before Teen Wolf’s senior year, but all the drama they went through their final year doesn’t happen. It’s a normal year. Well.. somewhat normal.

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Enamored 39 - Sneak Peek 2

“I will embroider something else on it,” you insisted and he raised his brows.

“Do you promise to give it back?”

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Fire and Ice || b.b

A/N: this is how I imagine reader and Bucky from The Fire Within met…

Warnings: fighting, training, swearing

Word Count: ~1k

"You need to rotate your hips more and follow the punch through."

You rolled your eyes at the man Stark had hired to train you. You briefly wondered how long he would last before you followed his advice and hit the punching bag. This was your first training session together and it had been a long day before you had even stepped into the gym on the property. The man hadn't even introduced himself, it was just 'do this, then do that.' He seriously needs some bedside manners.

"What did you do to get relegated to training me?" You asked between hits.

The man just ignored you, focusing solely on your technique.

"Can you tell me your name at least?"

You huffed in annoyance at his preference for silence and took your frustration out on the bag again. After your arms felt like they were going to fall off, you moved to the shooting range and you were handed a heavy Glock 17. You smiled as you imagined your trainer’s face on the target and unloaded the clip into it.

To finish the session, and make matters worse, he joined you on a two mile jog around the compound. Still annoyed that he wouldn't talk to you, other than to give orders, you sped up to get away from him. Unfortunately, his longer legs easily kept up the pace and that just pissed you off more. You looked over to him and he was smiling lazily back, like he didn't have a care in the world so you struck your leg out but the asshole sidestepped making you nearly tripped over yourself.

"Are you done being a brat?" He asked.

"That would depend on whether you have the capacity to hold a conversation."

He didn't reply. Big fucking surprise. Glaring at him, you continued to run. Finally, you went to go your separate ways as you passed the pool, almost back to the start of the track. You looked at the pool, it was cold and grey in mid January, upstate New York and you imagined it had to be less than 50F. You inched closer to the man as you approached the deep end and pretended to stumble, him raising his hands automatically to steady you. Taking the opening, you shoved your hardest into his chest and watched as he fell backwards. His hands flailed as he tried to regain his balance and he almost did but then his heel slipped on the tiled edge of the pool and he was gone beneath the surface.

You laughed and crossed your arms over your chest with a wide grin as the man came up to the surface and quickly pulled himself out. You couldn't help but notice how his wet shirt hugged his body, defining the muscles beneath it.

"Are you always such a bitch?" He hissed.

You laughed at him again, thinking he was either brave or stupid.

"Always. Did no one warn you?” You fired back. “Ready to tell me your name?"

Muttering a string of curses in a language you didn’t recognise, he disappeared inside and you hoped he wouldn’t show at your next session. You weren’t that lucky though.

"Your pattern is too predictable." Your trainer criticised you. "It would be harder for an opponent to take you down if you change your style."

"No one has been able to take me down before." You mumbled as you continued to dance your way around the punching bag, striking out harshly.

"Then they weren't trained well enough."

His words angered you more and you spun around, throwing a wrapped fist to his face. Quick on his feet, he dodged your attack and took a defensive stance.

"Do you really want to do this, doll?" He asked with a smirk you almost found sexy, except it was attached to his face. "I'm not like your friends here, I won't go easy on you."

"I have been waiting for this since I set my eyes on you."

You attacked first. You had been lazy during your training, using the same combos because you wanted him to underestimate you. The tension had been brewing since the pool incident and now it was finally coming to a head.

"If I win, you have to tell me your name." You said between punches and blocks.

"Fine." He smirked as if he had already won. "But if I win, you tell me why you are such a bitch."

You nodded before ducking the arm that tried to pin your face to the mat. You swept your leg out and watched him as he began to fall to the ground. He managed to turn the fall into a roll and quite gracefully came to a stand again. You had to admit the man was a great fighter, maybe even better than Natasha.

Your breath was starting to strain from the workout and now the fight so you knew you had to end it soon. Feinting left, you watched his body quickly react before you grabbed his arm and swung your body up behind his back to land on his shoulders. You wrapped your legs around his neck and tried to ignore the feel of his breath on your skin, the shorts you wore no longer a good idea. Finally you remembered what you were doing before throwing your weight backwards and pulling him to the ground.

Before he could recover, you planted yourself across his waist and pinned his hands above his head. You were both breathing hard and for the first time you saw something other than resentment in his eyes. He actually looked impressed as he stared up at you with his crystal blue eyes.

"James."

It took you a moment to realise he was telling you his name, you had been too distracted by his eyes. He was quite attractive when he wasn't giving you orders.

"James, I would say it was nice to meet you but…" you climbed off him and made your way to the shower room, stopping at the door to see him get up on his knees, “it would be a lie.”

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