Part two of Night Owls tonight!

Sorry, I fell asleep at my computer. Tonight though, I promise

Bucky x Reader (Night Owls) *Part 1*

Summary:(I’m sorry I’m really bad at summaries.) You can never sleep. The nightmares were always too much for you. So one night, you decide to go around and stop at your grocery store for a reason you did not know. But what (or who) you find, will change your life forever.

Word Count: 1,032

A/N: Hey guys! Its been so long since I posted something new! I’m just dealing with a lot of stuff in my personal life right now. But I hope you enjoy it and message or ask me if you want to be tagged in future parts! 

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You woke up, tossing and turning in your bed. Your sheets completely soaked with your sweat. You breathed in and out slowly, trying to regain control of your breathing again. You sat up and turned your head to face your alarm clock.

2:00am

You groaned for waking up so early. You were so tired, but the nightmares you were having made you incapable of sleeping. You pulled the covers off you, twisting your body to sit on the edge of the bed. You reached down and grabbed your robe from the floor and presumed to wrap it around yourself. You made your day way to the bathroom down the hall. You made an effort not to make any noise, for you didn’t want to make your neighbors in the apartment below yours angry. You splashed cold water onto your face, and dried it with a towel. You grimaced at your reflection in the mirror. You looked horrible, you felt horrible. The dark circles under your eyes seemed to grow bigger and darker. You slapped on some makeup, trying to cover them up, but they still showed through. After a couple more minutes in the bathroom, you walked towards your closet to grab some clothes. On nights similar to this one, you liked to get up, get dressed and cruise around in your car. You’d turn the radio up as loud as it would go and just scream, not caring who heard you. You grabbed your keys and gently closed the apartment door behind you. You snuggled into your jacket until you reached your car. You turned the key, roll your eyes when the car did not start. You turned it once more, sighing in relief when you heard the sound of the car rumble. You drove down the vacant street, your headlights being the only thing to light up the starless night. You turned on the radio, raising the volume at a gradual pace. You sometimes wished you could get away from it all. From life, from what you were feeling deep inside. But it wasn’t possible. You felt alone. All of a sudden your stomach started to growl, causing you to wrap your arm around yourself. You hadn’t eaten that much that day or before you went to bed, so you could understand why you were hungry now. You hadn’t been driving for a while, when you spotted some sort of grocery store on the side of the road. You were surprised it was open so late, but you turned your car around and drove into the parking lot. Slamming the door quick, you hustled into the empty store hoping to avoid the cold as much as you could. You smiled at the rush of the store’s heat. You looked around the store, to see it was nearly empty. The only person you saw was the obviously tired cashier behind the register.

Can I help you with something?“ The cashier yawned.

Oh,” you stuttered. “No, it’s fine. But thanks for asking.” The cashier nodded, going back to what she was doing. You walked from aisle to aisle, looking through the shelves for any food you might have been in the mood for. But no matter how hard you looked though, there was never anything you’d want to eat. You’d just put stuff in your cart and they would sit and spoil at your home. Something caught your eye, but it crossed to the other aisle before you could get a better look. The wheels over your cart squeaked as you turn from one aisle to the next, looking for what you thought you saw. After searching and failing, you decided to just go back to your grocery shopping. You took a box of cheerios down from the top shelf and looked at it. You never liked cheerios when you were little, but know they were one of your favorite things to snack on. You looked around to see if anyone was looking, until you realized it was almost three in the morning and no one was here. You opened the cereal box, and scooped out a couple cheerios, cramming them into your mouth.

“Aren’t you supposed to buy those first?” You heard a man’s voice behind you. You turned swiftly to face him, still crunching on some of the cheerios in your mouth.

You swallowed hard, “I- I was gonna pay for them.”

You heard him chuckle, “Alright, I believe you.” He started to walk towards you making you a little nervous, until you caught sight of his eyes. They were so blue. So mysterious. They were the only things you could look at. Suddenly you realized he was now only a foot away from you. You saw that his lips were moving but heard no words coming out.

You shook your head back to reality, “I um- I’m sorry. What?”

“I said,” he smiled. “My names Bucky. And who might you be, besides beautiful of course.” He sent you a wink, causing to grow weak in the knees.

Heat started to grow at your cheeks “I’m (y/f/n).”

“And what brings you to the store so late at night?” He grinned, taking a peek at his watch.

“I’m sort of a night owl I guess.”

“Same here.” He couldn’t stop smiling at you, making you blush even harder. You raised an eyebrow at his saddened expression when you looked to his phone.

“I’m sorry, I have to be going. But-”

“But what?” You asked.

“Would you liked to meet me back here tomorrow night. Same time?”

“Like a date?” You giggled, surprised at what he just asked you.

“Yeah,” he spoke softly. “Like a date.”

You bit your lip with anticipation, still gazing into his beautiful blue eyes. “Okay, I’d like that.”

“Great.” He replied. He looked to his right at the exit of the store. “I’m sorry but I really have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He nodded, then rushed to the door of the grocery store.

“Okay!” You called after him. “Bye Bucky!”

“Goodnight doll!” You laughed at the nickname he had already given you.

You looked down at the cheerio box. “Bucky,” you smiled big. “Can’t wait.”

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Lance Tucker x Reader (Knees) *One-Shot*

A/N: Sorry I haven’t been posting lately. I hope you like this one-shot. I know it’s not the best, but hey! I tried. lol, send in requests for writings you want me to do in the future. 

Word count: 296

Warning: It’s Lance Tucker, come on! lol

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“What did I say about your knees, (y/f/n)!” Lance shouted as you tried you best to stick the landing.

“I know, I’m sorry!” You huffed, collapsing to the ground.

“As you should be!” Lance yanked you from the ground by your arm, pulling you into his embrace. “Now be a good girl, and do it right.”

You shoved him away, ready to take your stance. “You know, I don’t even know why I date you! You’re an asshole!” 

Lance’s hand flew to his chest. “That hurts babe! I mean that really hurt my feelings!” He spoke in a mocking tone, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Shut up, fuckface!” You scoffed. You gasped at the sudden presence of him behind you. You felt his mouth at your ear, his hot breath causing a shiver to run down your spine. 

“You’re so sexy when you’re mad.” He smirked. You flinched at the touch of his lips on your ear. You released a soft moan as he began to bite. He chuckled at your reaction, snaking his hand around your waist. “What’s wrong baby? Am I getting you all, hot and bothered?”

“Huh,” You raised an eyebrow. “You wish Lance. You wish you had that power over me.” Lance’s lips trialed down to your neck. You cocked your head to the side to give him better access. 

“I it appears I already do, sweetheart.” He said between kisses. You slowly pulled yourself away from him. 

“You said I need to work on my knees? Is that what you said Tucker?” You teased, biting your lip.

Lance smirked, “Oh (y/f/n). We’re gonna work on more than just your knees.” You crossed your arms at his dirty remark. He chuckled, “They don’t call me Lance ‘the Fucker’ Tucker, for nothing.” 

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