It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a cute butt must be aware of its effect on susceptible young ladies and be a complete and utter jerk about it.
Thankfully, said single man did not know that (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was a susceptible young lady, nor that she was in the possession of the opinion that his butt was cute, therefore he simply ignored her existence.
(Although she wasn't quite sure whether or not this was actually a winning situation.)
She had her best friend to thank for the arrangement they had agreed upon, and also Darcy Lewis, the poor soul who had crossed Professor Coulson in Comparative Literature 101 on that fateful Tuesday morning. It had really been unfair on the poor girl, but Coulson had …show more content…
She had not initially been keen on learning the antiquated Morse code just so she could communicate with her friend during the one hour of the day in which they were not permitted to speak to one another.
That was, until she saw Bucky Barnes.
Bucky Barnes and his stupid, cute butt.
Curse him.
Because (Y/N) was quite besotted and, unused to being so keenly interested in anyone, simply could not contain her enthusiasm for all the things she noticed about him.
Like how his long brown hair always had a just-been-fucked look to it.
(Seriously, it was unfair that the boy was in possession of just-been-fucked perfect hair as well as a cute butt. How could anyone resist?)
And how his eyes literally twinkled when he was amused. He was very good at keeping a straight face, his mouth didn't even twitch, but his eyes always seemed to give him away.
(Blue, (Y/N) would like to put on the record. And she was a complete sucker for blue eyes because they seemed to freaking change color depending on the lighting and how brilliant was that? The fact that his eye color was, in some way, as indefinable as he was just seemed to fit.)
And last, but certainly not least, how impressive Bucky Barnes's posterior …show more content…
He looked up from his doodle and met her bright (Y/E/C) eyes with his blue ones in an intense and pointed gaze. "How do you feel about them?"
"I... I..."
"I think they're rather undervalued, myself," he murmured, allowing her to continue to gape helplessly at him. "Knowing them can be rather useful. For instance," he was now drawing a circle around the star, "I found out that this really cute (Y/H/C) in my Comparative Literature class thinks I have gorgeous blue eyes," (Y/N) winced, "and a cute butt," she groaned softly, "and... uhh... how did she describe it? Oh yes, 'just-been-fucked hair'," and now her head painfully became friends with her table.
This was it, this was the end. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), died aged 18 of utter mortification, in possession of knowledge of outdated forms of communication that no sane person of her generation should know.
(Of course, of course, she'd have to be crazy about the one person who did.)
"Miss (Y/L/N)!" Professor Coulson boomed and the whole class' attention was now on her. She felt Natasha next to her shift in her direction. "Are you
Thankfully, said single man did not know that (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was a susceptible young lady, nor that she was in the possession of the opinion that his butt was cute, therefore he simply ignored her existence.
(Although she wasn't quite sure whether or not this was actually a winning situation.)
She had her best friend to thank for the arrangement they had agreed upon, and also Darcy Lewis, the poor soul who had crossed Professor Coulson in Comparative Literature 101 on that fateful Tuesday morning. It had really been unfair on the poor girl, but Coulson had …show more content…
She had not initially been keen on learning the antiquated Morse code just so she could communicate with her friend during the one hour of the day in which they were not permitted to speak to one another.
That was, until she saw Bucky Barnes.
Bucky Barnes and his stupid, cute butt.
Curse him.
Because (Y/N) was quite besotted and, unused to being so keenly interested in anyone, simply could not contain her enthusiasm for all the things she noticed about him.
Like how his long brown hair always had a just-been-fucked look to it.
(Seriously, it was unfair that the boy was in possession of just-been-fucked perfect hair as well as a cute butt. How could anyone resist?)
And how his eyes literally twinkled when he was amused. He was very good at keeping a straight face, his mouth didn't even twitch, but his eyes always seemed to give him away.
(Blue, (Y/N) would like to put on the record. And she was a complete sucker for blue eyes because they seemed to freaking change color depending on the lighting and how brilliant was that? The fact that his eye color was, in some way, as indefinable as he was just seemed to fit.)
And last, but certainly not least, how impressive Bucky Barnes's posterior …show more content…
He looked up from his doodle and met her bright (Y/E/C) eyes with his blue ones in an intense and pointed gaze. "How do you feel about them?"
"I... I..."
"I think they're rather undervalued, myself," he murmured, allowing her to continue to gape helplessly at him. "Knowing them can be rather useful. For instance," he was now drawing a circle around the star, "I found out that this really cute (Y/H/C) in my Comparative Literature class thinks I have gorgeous blue eyes," (Y/N) winced, "and a cute butt," she groaned softly, "and... uhh... how did she describe it? Oh yes, 'just-been-fucked hair'," and now her head painfully became friends with her table.
This was it, this was the end. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), died aged 18 of utter mortification, in possession of knowledge of outdated forms of communication that no sane person of her generation should know.
(Of course, of course, she'd have to be crazy about the one person who did.)
"Miss (Y/L/N)!" Professor Coulson boomed and the whole class' attention was now on her. She felt Natasha next to her shift in her direction. "Are you