I love this one! it reminds me of myself at Lollapalooza Argentina..I did a lot of pointing at the guys while singing along..well more like shouting along hahaha
(This one-shot goes with The Number One Rule series, but it can be read without that background)
Summary:Y/N always had the nickname for Bucky since highschool of Bumble Bee. Where the name came from? Well, here’s the story.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Rogers
Word Count:3100+
A/N: We reached 2200 FOLLOWERS last night!!! So in celebration… You all wanted background on how Bucky got the nickname Bumble Bee from the reader, and it took some thinking of how I could make this fun and creative, but here it finally is!! Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!!!! <3
_______________
In high school, Bucky and Steve spent a majority of their summer doing yard work for friends and neighbors as a way to make some money on the side. It was a well paying job, and there was always someone who knew someone else that needed lawn service.
With it being their summer before senior year, they were trying to get as much money put to the side for college and life.
So early in the morning, and sometimes closer to the evening, just when the heat was low enough to handle, they worked hard in making their summer allowance.
Finally had time to read this and it didn’t disappoint! The whole sibling bickering was right on point and I laughed at how Becca wanted to spike his drink but like she said nature did it instead!! That is something me and my siblings would have did to each other!! And the whole line about Sarah justing giving birth to them so she could have free employees; I felt that! When the bee got him and he spit this drink all over her, I was like…yup, he just did that! ♀️ And the whole ‘get this’ line, made me automatically think of Sammy Winchester! Haha!! This was pretty entertaining and the perfect fit for how he got this nickname!
a young!qiucheng at a party prompt request for @itssomekindofheaven! thank you so much for the prompt, and I hope you enjoy!!
///
“Enough.”
There were many different ways Qiu imagined their reunion to be. Most of them involved surprise entries; a pair of motorcycle keys left on the countertop for Cheng to find in the morning, or the half-cracked bedroom door across the hall that hadn’t been opened since he left, beckoning curiosity. Others of them involved hard glares — a moment of shock (”When… did you get back?”) as well as bitterness (”Wouldn’t you like to know.”) — and perhaps a dose of silent treatment to ensure the message was well received.
But Qiu never considered either of them to be that theatric, nor that inclined to waste such time, and so none of that ever came to fruition. Instead, now, Qiu watched the effect of the command unfold before him.
Enough.
Cheng, kneeled before He Tian with a wet cloth that he dabbed disdainfully against the red stain on He Tian’s dress shirt, turned to look up at Qiu. His eyes caught the irritated sweep of Qiu’s gaze — widened only for a moment — and then held it.
“Enough of what?” Cheng asked, drawn. Qiu was surprised to find no bitten severity behind the words, which had increasingly become Cheng’s standard disposition over the years. Instead, he was calm, and in front of him He Tian rocked back on his heels, abashed by the salsa that had still coated his fingertips when Cheng found him — and a shattered serving bowl — in the kitchen. His older brother had made quick work of scolding him, then stiffly comforting him when He Tian began to pout, then aiding in removing the stain before the maids (or worse, father) found out.
Qiu had watched it all happen from across the room as he feigned interest in a family head’s state of affairs. When the opportunity came, he made some lame excuse to find himself here, now, looking down on the celebration’s main attraction playing babysitter. And while regular fuck-ups on young He Tian’s behalf were never exactly surprises, tonight it made something in Qiu’s mouth go particularly sour.
“There’re others who are responsible for him tonight,” Qiu told Cheng now. “Let him be.”
He Cheng’s mouth quirked, and he turned away to dab at the stain again. “He’s my brother.”
“And it’s your birthday,” Qiu said, frowning. He jerked his head over his shoulder where small crowds littered the marble floors of the He’s dining hall, gathered in tight circles as they prodded at finger foods. “People traveled to see you.”
I’m here to see you, idiot.
“They came to see my father,” Cheng amended, flat. “Don’t get us confused.”
“Well,” Qiu said, then said nothing more, because Cheng gave him a look that warned Don’t start and, frankly, Qiu didn’t have the energy tonight. Instead, he turned to He Tian, who looked up at him with a mixed expression of fear and anxiety thinly veiled by bravery. Little lion man, Qiu often called him, and he was often reminded of the truth behind such a nickname.
I will juss say this… When I was 8 my friends sister who was 16-17 yo touched me, sucked me, rode me, had me touch her, eat her…. ((Well you get the picture)) while I was at his house for a sleep over… She was for sure a hot ginger with freckles so I’m gonna go with a solid YES lol Thank God my friend got night terrors and had to sleep in his parents room leaving me and his horny sister alone in the living room… Juss saying
“keep your ‘lectric eye on me, babe, put your ray gun to my head”
The phone rang. Again. On the fourth ring, Dustin finally picked up. Kate strained her ears to hear the muffled conversation, but she had a pretty good guess of how it was going.
It was the same conversation Dustin had the first time he called, and the fifth, and the sixteenth.
“Eddie called,” Dustin appeared in her doorway, and she glued her eyes to the book in her lap.
“Yeah, I bet he did,” Kate sighed, willing her heart to stop beating so damn fast.
“I thought you said you were going to give him a chance?”
“I said I might,” she looked up to meet Dustin’s irritated gaze. “I don’t know how, Dustin.”
A/N: Written for @supersoldierslover 4k celebration! Congrats, love <3 My prompt was ‘Do I wanna Know’ by Arctic Monkeys. The title’s from ‘La Douleur Exquise’, which is the heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.
Falling in love is nice, isn’t it?
The question is so supremely insane it keeps Steve awake at 3 in the morning, his arm folded behind his head as he stares at the ceiling of his bedroom. Bucky shifts beside him and hugs the pillow a little tighter before burying his face in it.
“Stop thinkin ‘bout her,” he mutters, his words muffled by the pillow. “’M tryin ta sleep.”
“Can’t help it,” Steve replies, then turns his head toward his best friend. “You have a bed in your room, y’know?”
Oh, wow…that hurt… You warned us, so I was prepared, but is one every really prepared to have their still-beating heart ripped from their chest?? I relate to this story more than I should, so that’s probably why it hurts so much. It’s hard to be yourself when everyone around you has an idea of who you should be…and it’s not who you really are. ♀️ Maybe they could love the real you, but they’ve spent so much time building you in their mind as this perfect specimen of virtue that the reality seems so much harsher than it truly is… My heart breaks for both of them, but perhaps it’s for the best… Thanks for sharing, sweetie!
Summary: The day of the art show has finally arrived.
Warnings: Language, and I accidentally made @aubzylynncry
A/N: This is it, guys! The final part! Here’s 14.5 in case you missed it Thursday. I want to thank all of you lovely, lovely people who had responded to this with so much love, kindness, and encouragement. I was excited to hear from you every Tuesday, and I hope you’ll continue to talk to me now that TLT is over. I never expected to get this much recognition, and to be honest with you, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. Love you guys! See you soon with some requests and my next planned series.
This is the end!! I’m so sad that it’s over, but I’m so happy that I got to embark on this journey with them! ❤️ I love that you were able to retell this entire story through the pieces he created and that the little extra touches he added told her the story she’d somehow missed along the way! This series was the sweetest, fluffiest, most heart-warming story I’ve read in a long time and my heart is so full right now! ☺️ Your writing is absolutely beautiful and I’ll definitely be checking out your masterlist for more to add to my challenge this year! Thanks for sharing, sweetie!
You arrived at the studio before Steve, and even though you had posed for him many times before, the formal setting made you feel more nervous than you expected. You had just slipped out of your coat and were fidgeting with the white leggings and white long sleeved shirt he had asked you to wear when he finally made his appearance.
“Are you going to tell me why I’m wearing all white, or are you just going to skip ahead to the part where you murder me? Just curious. Nice choice of venue by the way, very dark and empty.”
I’ll admit—you had me worried there for a moment with those warnings… I was really hoping that the girls wouldn’t be too horrible, but it turned out that they were just being themselves! The fact that they made him blush was so perfect! ☺️ I love the idea behind the piece he’s trying to create and that she was more than willing to go along with it…getting black smudges out of white clothes is never fun! Thanks for sharing, sweetie!
And we finally get Sam!! For a second, I thought the curse word you were warning us about was Sam Wilson and I got a good giggle out of it! I love that he and Bucky are still competing for Steve’s number one friend spot even in this AU, but that honor has definitely fallen to her! ❤️ And Coulson noticed it, too! I love what he said about watching Steve fall in love with the Reader through his art and that he could identify her by her fingertip at this point. There was no doubt in my mind that she would say no, but now I’m envisioning her seeing the proof of his love on display at the art show with him finally confessing his true feelings and it’s got me all giddy and excited! ☺️ Thanks for sharing, sweetie!
“Still sleepy?” you asked absently, finally breaking the silence as you neared the Lonely Tree.
“After getting yelled at, punched, and dragged across campus in the snow without my coat? Not so much,” Steve said ruefully, and you looked up at him with concern even as you pressed a bit closer. You hadn’t brought your coat either.
“Bucky?”
“Gee, however did you guess?”
“Alright, sassy, just tell me what happened,” you said with an exasperated laugh.
I squealed!! I literally squealed!! ☺️ That kiss was definitely worth the wait!! This has been one hell of a slow burn, but it’s finally paying off!! I love how nervous they were to tell one another—espeically because they were so scared of losing the friendship they’d developed over the months. ❤️ These two are so sweet and perfect and I never want this story to end! Thanks for sharing, sweetie!
You actually woke up before your alarm this time, and at first you weren’t sure what exactly had caused it. Even though you knew you had work to do before class, you allowed yourself a moment to revel in the warmth and comfort of your present situation. You were on your back, head resting on one of Steve’s arms while his other was wrapped tightly around your waist. A deep breath did very little to prepare you for the close proximity when you finally opened your eyes and turned to look at him.
You smiled fondly at the serenity of his expression, thumbing gently at his slightly parted lips and poking the tip of his nose. You giggled softly when his face scrunched slightly in response and ran a hand through his sleep-ruffled blonde hair soothingly.
Praise the Lord for Natasha Romanoff and Bucky Barnes!! At the rate she and Steve were going, they’d still be in stuck the flirting stage in the nursing home! I’m so excited to see how their little tête-à-tête at the Lonely Tree goes! Thanks for sharing, sweetie!
The incessant buzzing of your phone against the wood beside your face drew you reluctantly from your much-needed sleep. You were disoriented at first, noting the old lamps, polished tables, and endless shelves of the library and a few of your fellow students squirming agitatedly in their chairs as they studied. Eyeing the distressingly thick packet of papers you still had to read through tonight with distaste, you hardly noticed when your phone stopped vibrating. It started up again almost immediately, and you let out a grumpy sigh and snatched it up from the table.
“Hello,” you mumbled through a yawn.
“Y/N? Finally! Why haven’t you been answering your phone? Where are you? Are you okay? Please tell me you’re not still at the library.”
This slow burn is slowly killing me! I need them to kiss…like really kiss, but you’re being such a tease! I did love that he was so worried about her, though! ❤️ But now that she’s got him in her bed, maybe they can finally start admitting they have feelings for one another! Thanks for sharing, sweetie!
A frantic pounding on their front door jarred Steve and Bucky out of their respective seats one dreary grey Friday.
“Steve, I swear to God, if that’s your little girlfriend, I’m gonna punch you,” Bucky grumbled, pausing the movie he had been watching with a decidedly unamused expression.
“Pretty hard for a nonexistent girlfriend to knock on the door like that, Buck,” Steve shot back earning an eye roll as Bucky reached for the door.
It’s been years since I’ve playing in the rain, but now I can’t wait for the first warm spring thunderstorm so I can go splash in some puddles! I love that they’re both so carefree around one another, but that kiss definitely threw them both for a loop! I’m hoping for a repeat sometime soon!! Thanks for sharing, sweetie!
“What do you mean you already told him I said yes?” Nat asked, smacking you on the back of the head.
“Ow! Hey, it won’t take that long! And we get the at rest part, so we literally won’t have to do anything!”
“So, what, he’s just going to sit in the corner and stare at us? That’s weird!”
“It’s not like we’ll be sitting in silence, Nat. He’s perfectly capable of talking and drawing at the same time.”
“Ooooo, I get to interrogate the man you’re in love with? Well, why didn’t you say so?” This mischief in her voice made you lift your head up from her shoulder to glare at her.
Oh, the poor Reader!! Now she knows how Steve felt when she and Bucky were ganging up on him! I love that Natasha goes through her phone checking up on her…such a Natasha thing to do! ♀️ I’m still holding out hope that she’s the mystery girl from Bucky’s history class, though! I guess I’m just a sucker for the WinterWidow ship! ❤️ But Nat is right…she’s in love with him and it’s about time they both finally confessed their true feelings! Thanks for sharing, sweetie!
Sketchbook Assignment 12: Now that you’ve gotten used to accurately capturing the human form, focus on interactions. At least two sketches of two people interacting in each, one in motion, one at rest. Platonic interactions only for this one, please.
“I wonder what happened to make him add that last part,” you mused with a giggle, passing the paper to Bucky who snorted when he finished reading.
“Oh, I think you know exactlywhat happened. Where do you want us, Steve?”
AHHH!! We got the flirty banter I was hoping for!! And the embarrassed Steve! ☺️ I love that she and Bucky get along so well, but why do I get the feeling the girl from his history class is someone we already know??? I can’t wait to read the next part to see if I’m right!! Thanks for sharing, sweetie!
Summary: Your forget your coat but are blessed by the presence of a human space heater.
Warning: Language, little bit of name calling (is that a warning? I don’t even know)
A/N: I’ll just be over here crying and taking finals… But I go home Friday and then I can catch up with the requests and release things more often YAY!!
You spun around lazily in your desk chair, staring at the time on the lock screen of your phone until it finally read 5:00. It wasn’t that you disliked your job, it just got really, really boring when you inevitably finished all your office assistant related tasks thirty minutes into your two hour shift.
As you moved around the office turning off lamps and tidying up, you felt the cold radiating from the windows and let out a harsh curse. You had forgotten your coat again. The sweater you had been wearing may have been fine under the afternoon sunshine, but, thanks to daylight savings, the sun now set while you were at the office, meaning the temperature had dropped at least ten degrees.
I hate when Daylight Saving Time ends in the fall! Give me my extra hour of sunlight!! ☀️ I’m glad she found Steve…who was, of course, out running in near-freezing temps! I really hope we get some fun banter between her and Bucky because I have a feeling Steve will be beet red before those two are done having fun! ☺️ Thanks for sharing, sweetie!
Steve awoke very, very slowly. The first thing he was aware of was the cold. There was a steadily growing light against his eyelids, and he let out a sleepy grumble, burying his face more completely in his pillow… his pillow that had softly perfumed hair… he pillow that was warm and inviting where it was nestled against him… his pillow that was actually you.
Eventually he dragged his eyes open as he came back to himself, suddenly very aware of your legs intertwined with his, your face nuzzled against his neck, your arms curled around his waist under his coat. Even as he watched, you gave a little shiver and squeezed him tighter against you, and Steve knew he needed to take you inside.
You tried to warn me, but I still fell victim to the overwhelming amount of fluff in this part! I swear I’ve got a couple new cavities after reading this! But it’s worth it since he’s finally admitting that he’s in love with her! ❤️ I’m pretty sure she’s been in love since the day she found him sitting under her tree! I’m not sure if you’re planning to throw any angst at us in the coming parts, but after all this fluff, I know it’ll hurt that much more! I guess I’ll just have to wait to see! Thanks for sharing, sweetie!
Despite his many protests, you managed to drag Steve with you to Wanda and Maria’s dorm that weekend. Everything was going fine, great even. You were all drinking cheap champagne out of coffee mugs, sitting on every available surface in the tiny room and taking turns telling outrageous stories that only got wilder as the night progressed. Steve barely spoke, opting instead to sit beside you in content silence, a polite smile fixed on his face.
At some point, Natasha decided it was absolutely necessary to turn out all of the lights and put on The Blair Witch Project, waving off your protests and making room for you and Steve on one of the beds. You glared at her periodically throughout the first ten minutes of the movie. She knew damn well what she was doing.
The Blair Witch Project…it’s so ironic that I was just thinking about this movie the other day. My seven year old niece likes to FaceTime me…while she’s running around outside playing…reminds me of the BWP every time! But I’m with the Reader, there’s no reason to watch it more than once in a lifetime… But at least she had Steve to protect her…and the fern, of course! But it was sweet that he walked her home and that she called the tree “theirs.” ❤️ Thanks for sharing, sweetie!
Word Count: 995 (these keep getting longer idk guys)
Summary: You climb the Lonely Tree
Warnings: Language, brief mention of injury, Steve being dumb… again
A/N: You guys are the sweetest, and it’s slowly killing me. Happy Tuesday, my darlings! Part 1,Part 2, Part 3,Part 4
“Hey,” Steve said suddenly, nudging you.
You held up a finger, intent on finishing at least one page of this damn book without him distracting you. The rustling of the leaves of the Lonely Tree – what leaves it had left – mingled with the sound of Steve’s sullen sigh.
“I’m bored,” he said, nudging you again and letting out a plaintive sound when you smacked his shoulder, eyes still glued to the page.
“Oh my god WHAT?” You tossed your book down and turned to the squirming blonde beside you when he nudged you yet again.
“Hmm…” Bucky looked at you for a moment longer before turning to Steve. “Well, I like her. Can we keep her?”
Um, yes! I love that Nat convinced her to write that reply and that it got Steve all hot and bothered! But climbing a tree? ♀️ Steven Grant Rogers has no respect for his own well-being, but to put her at risk simply because he can’t process his own emotions?? He’s hopeless, but somehow we still adore him…♀️ Thanks for sharing, sweetie!
Awww, they’re so adorable! I love that she was texting him while he was busy drawing her…a few feet away! Steve is kinda acting weird, though…I mean, she was ready to ditch Nat to hang out with him, but he didn’t seem interested… And yet, he showed up the next day with hangover remedies, so he’s not exactly avoiding her…♀️ But now Nat knows about him!! And that text Bucky sent her?? Maybe Nat and Bucky will finally be able to get these two together for real! Thanks for sharing, sweetie!
![life is [f]unfair](https://64.media.tumblr.com/avatar_be2a7bb2c7a6_30.png){kind=avatar}
