#(but by god woman you need to put a fucking forcefield around yourself when you cook or something)

[dreamlogic]

a stupid pet peeve about my housemate that makes me irrationally furious is that she always uses these cute little delicate ceramic dishes as spoon rests when she's cooking.

because the thing is, she's a really messy cook. like idk how she manages it, but if she cooks a single fried egg on one burner, there will be a 1 ft blast radius of grease splatters & spices & egg bits around that burner that she never seems to notice & therefore doesn't wipe up. heaven forbid if she cooks a larger meal that uses multiple burners.

so when she uses her stupid adorable spoon rests to keep her utensils from dirtying surfaces, the effect in practice is that there will be a thick layer of caked on cooking detritus covering the entire vicinity, with a perfectly clean 2 inch circle underneath the spoon rest.

and lord help me, the sight of that single tiny dish on the stove top, having utterly failed in its duty except to highlight how greasy the rest of the kitchen is—

[rebeccccccaaa]

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞

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𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A true enemies to lovers ;)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: strong language, fighting, peter cries lol

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, confused feelings, age gap (reader of age), hate sex 18+, angry makeout turned soft, smut 18+, vulgar language, brutal insults, it’s just all mean

𝐀/𝐧: I saw someone on tiktok say that they wanted a real, tense, and slow burn enemies to lovers fic with like constant bickering and fighting so welcome to my new series. not so much slow burn however because i wanted to keep this series kinda short :)

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(𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞)

To say you and Bucky got along would be the biggest lie of the century.

You could look up every goddamn synonym for the word hate and you’d feel like each one for the bastard.

You couldn’t stand Bucky and he couldn’t stand you. Every second you two were together there was fighting yelling, screaming, everything to make everyone even in the same building uncomfortable. In the beginning you guys were nice but as time went on, you two just couldn’t get along.

It started with eye squints and fake laughs, then it went to eye rolls and scoffs, and now it’s borderline verbal abuse and physical fights.

Everyday there was something you were fighting about. Right now it had to do with the fact the Bucky was breathing too loud in your proximity. And you swore he was doing it on purpose.

“Do you have to breathe like that?” you shot.

“Yes, Y/n. I need to fucking breathe. It’s a part of life, dumb ass.”

“Watch your fucking mouth, Barnes.”

“Says you, bitch.”

“I swear to god, you cunt!” I grabbed a glass of water and threw the whole damn cup at him. Glass shattered under him and he stormed at you with balled fists. You have your hands ready too, black mist swieling around your hands. You were prepared to beat the shit out of him in the blink of an eye; no hesitations.

“Stop it!” Nat shouted, running in with Steve and the rest of the team. Wanda used her powers to practically throw you two to the opposite sides of the room.

“What the hell happened?” Steve asked.

“He was breathing too loud!” you shouted.

“She’s a bitch!” Bucky yelled at the same time.

“Can you guys go one day, just one fucking day without trying to kill each other?” Tony said, rubbing his eyes in distress.

“No!” you both screamed and walked out the room, avoiding each other like a disease.

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Later that day you all gathered in the living room to drink and watch a movie, which mostly just turned into talking while a movie played as background noise.

“So are you talking to anyone lately?” Nat said snuggling to you side a bit.

“No, I’m not. Not really into the early twenties party vibe that guys my age are always doing.”

“Date older,” she sipped her drink.

“I think I’d rathered just wait.”

You heard Bucky scoffing at what you said, eavesdropping like the low life he was.

“What are you scoffing at?” you aggressed.

“Nothing, just laughing at how you think you’re choosing to not get laid.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Y/n, no one in their right damn mind would ever want to sleep with you.”

“Coming from the 40s player who lost his play during the 70 years of torture.”

“Y/n,” Nat warned.

“Tell me, James. When was last you had the balls to even talk to a woman; hell even leave the goddamn compound when  it’s not a mission. You wanna call me a fucking prude? When you get some pussy then you can shit on the fact that I don't get dick.”

Bucky didn’t even snap back he simply grabbed a stool and threw at you with so much force. You brought your hands up and used your powers to surround yourself and Nat with a black forcefield that shattered the wood stool upon impact.

You brought the force down your face filled with shock and anger.

“I get it if you want to hurt me but try and put my friends in your cumshot line of danger and I’ll tear you apart in front of everyone!” you picked him up, black smoke circling around him as he wriggled in the air.

Steve and Vision yelled for Wanda, she was the only one more powerful than you. She ran in and sedated your mind with her powers making you fall unconscious falling to the ground. Bucky fell down too, choking and gasping desperately for the air you had restricted

Steve picked you up and walked towards Buck.

“You guys went too far,” he nudged his head towards Peter where he was crying, his head buried in Tony’s chest. Bucky looked around to see everyone tense and for once scared of you and him.

He quickly ran to his room where he locked the door to be left alone in silence. He took a shower to relieve the tension building in his body. He didn't mean to make Peter cry. He didn’t realize he was crying himself until he got out of the shower and noticed his red nose and puffy eyes in the mirror.

He rolled eyes and went to bed not bothering to change into anything; he just wanted to sleep and forgot about being humiliated.

You woke in the early hours of the morning with your head pounding. You weren’t in your room but quickly found yourself in Natasha’s. She was sound asleep beside you probably to make sure you’d wake up safe and ok. You gathered yourself and went to reach for the door before Nat had called for you.

“You should just stay,” she said.

“I was gonna head back to my room.”

“Yeah but we need to talk.”

“Then I’ll swing by tomorrow morning,” you responded quickly before leaving just as fast.

“Y/n,” you heard her call out. You waited a second to see if she’d follow you but when she didn’t you went to your room to sleep until in your own bed. You admit to yourself that you had lost control a little bit this time, but you were still pissed that Bucky put others in harm’s way under your account.

However, what happened happened and all you can do is prepare yourself for the team to hate you and Bucky and continue to make false promises for the future.