Sugar Daddys [5/6]

Sugar Daddy’s [5/6]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: If you can’t tell yet – things of a sexual nature are involved.   Summary: Suave, confident, charming Bucky Barnes has a deep dark secret – and you, a small-town investigative journalist, are determined to get to the bottom of it. What lurks in his shadowed past, and how deeply will you be drawn in? Co-written with the wonderfully stupendous @caitfairwrites!

It’s an ice cream kind of day – ice cream at four o’clock in the afternoon, under that warm summer sun; air ripe with freshly-mown grass and the climax of weeks’ worth of anticipation. 

Sugar Daddy’s is open for business. 

A crush of customers makes for standing room only on the sidewalk outside, but you’ve got special permission to slip under the proverbial velvet rope – seriously, why hadn’t Bucky ordered one? – and sweep into the shop with a broad smile on your face and a pretty sundress swinging about your legs. Shoes clicking brightly on the black-and-white tile. 

It’s cool inside, thick and sweet with the scent of freshly-made waffle cones; a heady tumble of chocolate and sugar and berries. A hum from the freezers; and the crisp step of a familiar tread makes you turn. “My favorite customer,” Bucky teases from around the glass ice cream case. “Little presumptuous, showing up before we officially open. Thanks for coming.” 

Oh, there’s a joke there. Favorite, open, come – Bucky’s certainly generous today, but any wit dies sweet on your tongue as you drink him in. Hair lush and styled; a crisp white shirt, black jeans. A soft bomber jacket that practically melts against his broad shoulders. And a different kind of smile – nothing devilish about this crooked grin; the crinkle about his eyes. There’s a tension to his bottom lip, and the way his fingers play with the zipper of his jacket, drum against the counter, and then finally, grip the edge – he’s nervous. 

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Sugar Daddy’s [3/6]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: If you can’t tell yet – things of a sexual nature are involved. A dash of angst. Summary: Suave, confident, charming Bucky Barnes has a deep dark secret – and you, a small-town investigative journalist, are determined to get to the bottom of it. What lurks in his shadowed past, and how deeply will you be drawn in? Co-written with the wonderfully stupendous @caitfairwrites!

Some cool water splashed on your face and a moment alone in a space far less intimate than Bucky’s bedroom helps to ease your racing pulse. Okay. The laundry might take – what, an hour? Two? Giving you plenty of time to ask the few remaining questions you need answered in order to hammer out the article by Monday morning. And besides – it’s not as though Bucky is exactly hard to be around.

And you can certainly keep up.

The kids rush by you in the hallway, Miriam tossing something over her shoulder about a movie in the family room. “Daddy’s in the kitchen,” she adds, almost as an afterthought.

Despite only having recently moved in, Bucky and his kids have certainly made the old house more of a home than you’d once thought the Bianci place was capable of becoming. A few pictures on the walls; a basket of laundry on the landing; a herd of plastic, glittering ponies expertly lining the end of the hall. You reach down to adjust a violently-purple one that’s toppled over, only to come face-to-face, when you stand, with a large, framed photograph. Five smiling faces. A few palm trees in the background.

There’s a lightness to Bucky’s frozen face you haven’t seen yet.

You wonder, for a moment, at the family portrait. There had been a mother, at one time. A mother with pretty eyes and Miriam’s bright smile. One that tugs at your heart and your lips with a soft, swift jolt.

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by design: five

a/n: pls excuse my small self-indulgence w/ reader’s taste in music lol. ALSO i’m not an engineer of any kind so please do not @ me if the science doesn’t add up here ty in advance

The next two weeks were a blur. 

Kirishima gave you a list of his workouts - adjusted to your level and skillset - and your Quirk training began. You spent most of your days working on Bakugou’s costume, and in the evenings you would do your workouts or hone your Quirk by shifting a glass of water between different states of matter. The time in between shifts was getting shorter, and you were feeling better about the amount of control you had over your Quirk. 

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Friends Don’t Keep Secrets

A/N: Greetings, friends! I sincerely apologize for not posting recently; I’ve come down with a nasty headcold and just haven’t had the physical energy to write. I promise I’ll get back to it very very soon! You guys seem to really like Jaskier as a Ler. I can’t say that I disagree. This is a request fic from a lovely anon, so wherever you are, I truly hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Ler!Jaskier x Lee!Reader

Prompt(s): #19 “Not there, you say? You shouldn’t have said that,”

Summary: You and Jaskier have been close friends for quite a while, but there’s one thing he hasn’t learned about you. When this comes to his attention, he’ll never let you live it down.

Warnings: None

WC: 1.2k

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You’d travelled as a companion to the witcher for many months now, alongside Jaskier the infamous bard. The three of you had bonded like a family (although Geralt would likely never admit it) and you considered them your closest friends—Jaskier, especially.

While Geralt was out hunting monsters or just not speaking much at all in general, Jaskier was there to keep you company, and so the two of you became fast friends. He told you about his life as a bard, the things he’s seen and places he’s been, while you told him about your own life in return. You shared jokes, secrets, hopes and dreams. You looked out for each other when Geralt wasn’t around, and both got amusement from annoying him when he was.

Sometimes, Jaskier would even let you help him write his songs—but the lute was off limits. It always was.

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Scot was also BRITISH!! Kinsey no just no.

so you’re telling me that kinsey had SCOT, a caring and loving boyfriend who stuck by her even when she was being a dick AND when she nearly killed him, and she instead chose some random white boy who’s not even a real person who just feeds into her toxic behaviors all the time. unbelievable.

All I Want-part 5

Masterlist

Characters- Professor! Rogers x Reader

Word Count- 2.9k

Warnings- Just some angsty feels. 

Author’s Note- Sorry this took so long. Life is life. Moving houses is not easy and getting back into writing was hard. No smut this time. Next time we’ll make some progress. 

Sitting at your desk, your teeth chattered and body shivered from the bone-deep chill that still clung to your skin. Your clothes hung on hooks dripping onto a towel on the floor.

You stared at the screen before you, trying to concentrate on your last paper. All you had to do was correct this, finish a presentation, and you would be done until finals.

But visions of long legs and blonde hair kept intruding on your thoughts, making attending to your task near impossible. Of course, she was the type of person he would be with. Sophisticated. Elegant. What were you compared to her?

Your own parents merely tolerated you. Why would Professor Rogers be any different? He could have any woman he wanted. Why would he want a college student who couldn’t even declare a major?

Closing your laptop, you promised yourself to finish your corrections tomorrow. Climbing into bed, you shivered as you pulled the covers high over your shoulders, ignoring the warm tears that flowed to your pillow.

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Steve sat across the table from Yvonne who sipped delicately at her white wine. His literary agent for over a year, she had helped him shop for a publisher and editor after he had proposed his book idea to her. He probably could have gotten published on his name alone but wanted to make sure his books fell into the right hands. And that those hands didn’t take advantage of him, his name, and his reputation.

“Well now that we’ve got all the chit chat out of the way…Don’t make me hunt you down again. It’s not like you to ignore my calls.” She stared intently, waiting for a reply.

She was right. It wasn’t like him. But neither was asking her to come to his office. He knew she would track him down if he ghosted her. “You’re right. I apologize. It was rude and thoughtless. I guess the end of the semester and deadlines just got to me.” He cut into his food, taking a bite into his mouth.

“Really?” Her eyebrows raised. “You sure it doesn’t have anything to do with your little go-for today? She looked like I killed her puppy.”

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