#I was looking for a gif set I thought I reblogged of buddie and couches over the seasons starting with moving Maddie but I can’t find it :(

[eveandtheturtles]

Gym Buddies (Part 1/2?)

Rating: T

Notes: All characters are of Age (in their 20s). Reblogs appreciated! Tag list below.

Summary: Reader made the mistake of New Years Resolutions with a friend and got ditched. Raph lets some things slip!

Part 2

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You slumped over the back of the couch at the turtle lair and sighed. The brothers were currently huddled around the gaming set up with Raph and Mikey playing Smash Bros.

The red clad turtle briefly glanced up at you.

"Hey," he said then cursed as Mikey used to opportunity to push him back.

"You snooze you lose!!" The youngest brother snickered.

Leo called out to you with a greeting. "What's up?" He asked noting your sour mood.

You grumbled but pushed yourself up to actually go and sit on the sofa, your legs pulled up. "Me and my friend made a New Year's resolution to go to gym at least once a week this year and she already ditched me," you complained.

"So? Just go yourself-" Raph threw in. "TAKE THAT MIKEY!!"

"I don't have the motivation to," you whined. "Plus, there are always some creeps at the gym. It's safer with a friend."

"Why not ask April?" Donnie suggested, while cheering on his brothers. "Watch out, watch out!" He repeatedly smacked Raph shoulder.

"No backseat players Don!" Raph growled.

"Two reasons - April is famous and hot. Meanwhile," you gestured over yourself. "I am not."

"Bullshit!" Raph hissed, still engrossed in the game. "You are very hot."

A pin dropped when everyone looked at him. Even Mikey paused, leaving himself open.

"Ha! Take that!" Raph whooped, victoriously. "I win- why is everyone looking at me?" He finally noted the grins on his brothers' faces and the surprise on yours.

"You just called Peaches hot," Mikey informed him.

Turtles don't blush but whatever was happening to Raphael at that moment was very close to it.

"So?" He bristled flustered. "Fuck off! I stated the obvious!" He stomped away.

You rubbed your flushed cheek as he left and shifted uncomfortably. "Should I... Go talk with him?"

"Please do," Donnie said, snickering. "I need more recordings for future hall of shame. Ow!" He rubbed his forehead hit by a bottle cap flicked at him by Leo.

"Just give him a moment." The eldest adviced shaking his head at his younger siblings.

"Okay."

"Anyone's up for Mario Kart?" Mikey raised the controller.

Raph indeed returned a while later while everyone was being obliterated by Donnie on the tracks. He said nothing to you and obviously avoiding looking your way. It was both cute and incredibly ridiculous. You let it slide for now.

Once it was time for you to return topside he finally got over himself and approached you.

"Listen if you want like uh, gym partner..." He looked towards the weight room. "We have something you could use. With no creepy guys... Unless you count Mikey."

"Hey!" The turtle in question protested loudly.

"I'll think about it, thanks," you said and touched his arm lightly.

He nodded, crossing his arms. "Whatever." And off he went.

Cute, you thought and turned around to leave the sewers.

TBC

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Wilsons' Residence//Sam Wilson x Desi!Reader

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Today, the boys were hanging out with Uncle Bucky. He was, in many aspects, the second most important man in their lives after their dad and he doted on Paul and Riley like they were his own.

Bucky had taken them to a nearby lake. They were over the moon when they found out and had their tiny backpacks ready the night before. It didn't take much to entertain the twins, they found joy in the little things and spending the day with their badass of an uncle was more than enough to get them excited.

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It was around four in the afternoon when they came back. Their loud laughs could be heard from outside the door, the excited chattering indicated their presence. You and Sam were on the couch, asleep for your afternoon nap. You were almost on top of him, his arms tight around you, chest rising and falling with you.

Bucky opened the door with his set of keys and the kids ran to you, "Ma!!!" "Dad!!!"

They pounced over your sleeping bodies, jolting you awake.

"Wha- Oh, hi!" You tried to shake the drowsiness from your voice. Sam turns to a grinning Bucky, "You should've called."

"Yeah but what's the fun in that?" He smirks.

"Daaad!" Paul whines, "Look what we got for you and ma!"

"What'd you get, champ?"

"We got," Riley pauses before harshly whispering, "Bro! Drumroll!"

You and Sam share a look of confusion at their antics.

Paul taps his backpack in an attempt to drumroll.

"We got, these!"

Rocks.

You and Sam narrow your eyes at the rocks in your son's hands, "Rocks?"

"Yeah, Dad! Rocks! Aren't they cool?" Paul asks.

"They are, my love." You answer, so as to not make them think you were judging them.

"Where'd you find them, buddy?" Sam asks.

"Well, we found them near the lake and they looked pretty cool so we thought, 'oh! ma and dad are cool, too', right? So we asked uncle Bucky if we can take them home and give them to you and he said yes so, here! Take it!" Riley explains adorably.

Paul gives you one of the rocks, "Aw, thank you, kannas, these are so special!"

Riley gives the other one to Sam, who spends a couple of moments staring at it. He looks up at his boys with a smile and pulls them into a tight hug. "Thank you."

You rub his shoulder, looking at him in adoration. He doesn't get to spend as much time with them as he likes and his biggest fear has always been that his kids will resent him for it. Hearing his babies think he's cool, even though they only brought him a rock, was unbelievably reassuring.

Bucky smiles before commenting, "Think alpine is rubbing off on them? She used to bring me things she found all the time."

"Do my kids look feline to you, Buck?"

"I'm sure they don't, Sam." you chuckle.

"What's a feline, dad?"

"Yeah, dad, what's a feline?"

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A/n: Hey y'all! I've usually only seen the "I looked at this and thought of you" trope in a romantic sense but I thought it went perfectly with this, the boys are so adorable 🥺 Please reblog and comment if you liked it, it helps me out a lot! I'll see you in the next one, byeeee!

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That's 6,398 more posts than 2021!

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#yeah listen im no macau stan but when thier dad was like 'yoh and macau' i was taken aback and was like vegas ok but what did macau do sir??

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The fact that all the fluffy scenes we saw in the beginning were of the future and not the past is still blowing my mind, that was so smart! like we thought we watching all the good times before it all came to a end when Jiwoo left but we were really seeing what they going to be when they finally got back together. Insane

57 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

#4

Even know they’ve both had like the same amount of episodes or whatever, for some reason it just feels like We’ve gotten less of prapai and sky compared to payu and rain and it also feels more rushed, idk maybe I’m just being dumb and I’m the only one feeling like this plus I mean their not done yet but I just feel like when I was watching payu and rain at this point I feel like it felt better paced, I mean it could also be that their stories are both very very different even down to how it flows and develops which now that I’m writing this out this actually makes a lot of sense and I was being dumb cause sky and prapai are dealing with traumas and obstacles that payu and rain just didn’t have, ok so fuck everything I said before I had my revelation it doesn’t feel rushed and payu and rains was not “better paced” it’s just a completely different story and I shouldn’t even be comparing them

60 notes - Posted October 26, 2022

#3

Also did anyone else get mad suspicious vibes from Teacher Sani, she was weird when she walking around the school and when she ran into Teacher Chadok but she was ESPECIALLY weird when she was talking to Wat asking him about Akk and the prefect group and like I feel like she is using the fact that nobody really takes interest in Wats passion of film cause shes the first person he has found that has taken a real interest and she using that to hide the fact that she's looking for some sort of information, I don't know if she suspicious because she working against or for the school but sus acting nonetheless this episode

71 notes - Posted September 16, 2022

#2

One thing I would like to put out just because I thought it was curious detail was that Kim cleaned up before he left like Chay was kidnapped but he made sure the house was cleaned cause in the morning we see the couch bed pulled out blankets on it and stuff from them sleeping the coffee table moved if I'm not mistaken but then when Vegas and Porsche go to get Chay it's all nice and neat and I just found that interesting just imagining Kim being all scared for Chay not knowing exactly what's all happening making the call to Kinn and just going back into the house to tidy up before he goes to kill some bitches

77 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ok so I decided to do a favorite bl dramas of 2021 even though no ones asked lol, although looking back at everything I watched this year I really didn’t watch that many at least compared to 2020, like I really slacked on my bl watching this year like at one point I was watching 12 or 14 at one time (this included like older completed ones too as well as airing shows) now if I’m watching 5 or 6 I feel overwhelmed which is so frustrating so if I was setting a bl related resolution it would be to get back to that 12-14 territory, anyways I've watched around 20 something dramas give or take some short films and movies but just to focus on the dramas of it all for this list, although I didn’t watch that many this year I still feel like I watched some very good ones and I very very happy with every single show on this list that being said let’s get into it.

**DISCLAIMER** these are not in any specific order like best to least or anything like that cause it would absolutely break my brain and my heart to rank them

**P.S** spoilers for some of the shows I’m gonna talk about if you haven’t got to them yet

#1) WE BEST LOVE: NO. 1 FOR YOU

Ok not much to say about this one just really solid and I really enjoyed it and the fact that it’s only 6 episodes but felt like a full long series is really something, great story, great acting, great chemistry a full chefs kiss

#2) WE BEST LOVE: FIGHTING MR.2ND

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I posted 3,273 times in 2021

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#i honestly watched the first ep of season 1 and thought 'this is trash' but all the cute gifs kept me going

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

The front door slams and Stiles startles.

“Oh no.” He stands, pushing Derek towards his window. “You need to go.”

“What? Why?” Derek ducks the shoe that’s tossed to him.

“Dad’s home early.” Stiles tosses the other shoe at him. “Quick, before he sees you.” He wrenches his bedroom window open as footsteps echo up the hall.

“He knows we’re dating.”

Stiles stumbles. “What? No, he doesn’t.”

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263 notes • Posted 2021-05-23 22:40:36 GMT

#4

If you are doing the 101 prompt thing I think 56 suits Sterek. Plus I would like to see what you do with it thank you ♥️

56. "I jokingly told you that the only way I’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and I’m kind of charmed."

“Did you know there’s a penguin that collects rocks to present to their beloved?” Stiles asks, eyes glued on his phone screen. “The female uses them to line the nest.”

Derek stretches his legs, cramped from curling up on the couch beside Stiles. “Why are you looking up penguins?”

“I dunno.” Stiles shrugs. “I saw an article on Twitter.”

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420 notes • Posted 2021-02-28 05:45:06 GMT

#3

Derek looks up from his book. “You and your dad are so alike.”

“Uh, first of all,” Stiles says. “How dare you. Second of all, no we’re not, take it back. And third of all-”

“You know I can hear him talking to himself in his office when his door’s closed,” Derek cuts in. “I think he forgets that some of his deputies are werewolves.”

“Oh my god.” Stiles leans forward in his seat. “Tell me more.”

“Anything I tell you; you’ll use against him.”

Stiles scoffs. “As is my god given right.”

“It’s more fun to make you suffer.”

784 notes • Posted 2021-01-17 17:41:15 GMT

#2

Eddie: Yesterday I overheard my ten year old son saying "Are you sure this is a good idea?" and my twenty eight year old boyfriend replying "Trust me" and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

Inspired by this tweet.

1105 notes • Posted 2021-07-29 21:53:12 GMT

#1

“If we both stick to the story, he can’t prove anything,” Stiles hisses as the police cruiser pulls in behind their car. “You got it?”

Derek nods, his hands tightening on the steering wheel as he watches the officer walk towards them in the rearview mirror.

“This is all your fault,” he says, winding his window down. “I don’t know why you won’t just tell him. With everything that’s happened, why are you so set on keeping this a secret?”

“You know why.” Stiles twists in his seat to face Derek. “He would freak out if he knew.”

“I don’t think he would.”

“He totally would!” Stiles argues. “Remember when you told me? It’ll be like that… but with like, more guns… and handcuffs—and not in the kinky way.”

“Really Stiles?” Derek asks, before the officer steps up to the door.

“Evening boys.”

Derek catches an audible gulp from beside him, before Stiles answers, leaning across the centre console. “Dad, hey, fancy seeing you out here…”

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[imaginesbymk]

“Something’s Wrong with Mr. Pink.”

Reservoir Dogs One Shot

Summary: There’s been spark between you and Mr. Pink, but he’s one to shield his emotions. He realizes he’s starting to lose you, but he’s out of ways to win your heart. Desperate, he approaches Mr. White for help.

Pairing: Mr. Pink x Fem!Reader

Tags: swearing, sexist remarks, smoking + mentions of drug use (marijuana)

Non Requested

Word Count: 2,054

Author’s Note: as you can tell, quentin tarantino movies have been on my list!!! the reader is codenamed Miss Beige!! i never thought i’d have this much appreciation for steve buscemi until now, he’s such a cool guy :(((  also thank you @myriadimagines​ for checking my title capitalization aksnskdns - leave a like/reblog + feedback!!! <333

MR. BROWN gave Mr. Pink a ride to the next meeting, and the whole trip there, Brown rambled on and on about God knows what. It came through one ear and out the other for Pink. Brown didn’t seem to notice because of his investment of his proven theory of a movie he had seen and wanted to share it with someone. 

If he wasn’t listening in silence, Pink would always have something to say. It would usually be a comment, an opinion on something about social life. This one afternoon, he bit his tongue, despite the guys knowing his mind was occupied, even Nice Guy Eddie raised a brow. It didn’t start the day they were all given your colour coded names. It didn’t start the day they reviewed the plan of the heist with each other. It all started when you two were unintentionally left alone at the large dining table, moments after the guys had walked out the restaurant for something.

“Pink’s a pretty colour.” You gave him a reassuring smile, stirring your straw in your milkshake.

“To you.” 

“And to anyone else who would want to be codenamed Pink!” you scoff. “Sexist.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re Miss Beige,” he says, his mouth full of his toast. 

“And I happen to like my name. It’s a pretty colour,” you paused. “Just like pink.”

Pink huffs, swirling his coffee mug. “I can’t wait to smoke.”

“Lucky.”

“My buddy sets up Thai sticks like it’s one of those model boats in a bottle. It’s so fragile to him, and he saved one for me. Something tells me I owe him a shit ton.”

“You smoke Thai sticks?” you ask. “Your poor lungs.”

“Nah, I gotta smoke outta one anytime after coffee just for me to either black out or jump off the Empire State building by the time we hit Easter.”

You chuckled.

From the windows of the restaurant, you could see the guys standing outside their parked cars including Nice Guy Eddie and Joe, talking to each other about whatever. You could see their mouths moving, Nice Guy Eddie using a lot of hand motions at Mr. White, and Joe calling someone on the phone.

This wasn’t the first time you spent a limited amount of minutes alone with Mr. Pink. At Uncle Bob’s Pancake House, you two did sit close to each other, except Mr. Blue sat in between the both of you, and you had to lean forward to see Mr. Pink if he was speaking or if you two were giving each other looks if someone said something stupid.

If you were that childish, you would've considered the five minutes of alone time with Mr. Pink a first date - without the formal introduction. You two didn’t give each other your names because of Joe, but you wouldn’t mind slipping it out.

Silence, and then-

“I know this really cool café near my apartment. We should check it out sometime,” you blurted out.

Pink was in the midst of swallowing his food. He chokes on his ketchup dipped toast, taking his coffee mug to chase the contents down his throat.

“Wait a minute-” Pink cleared his throat, then cleared it again. “Are you-” he cleared his throat for the final time. “Are you asking me out?”

“Y-yeah,” you sheepishly smile, holding in your breath. “I mean, we can go get coffee, hang out at my place afterwards - it’s just a five minute walk - and sit on my couch, listen to K-Billy’s Super Sounds of the ‘70s, you can smoke your Thai stick, I wouldn’t mind...” By looking at Pink’s face made you trail off your words. You knew where this was going. 

“You couldn’t ask Brown or Orange?”

“No, I wanted to ask you. We’ve been talking lately, we seem to get along, thank God, and you’re really cool. Even when you can be an absolute dick almost all the time, you haven’t scared me off. Just one date, it won’t kill us.”

“A date...” he frowns a bit. “With you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” your heart sank.

“Nothing’s wrong with you, Miss Beige. Ya just got the wrong idea. We’re here for a job, not to hook up. If you want to suck someone off, try your luck with Mr. Blonde. Besides, I go for chicks at a bar. I know from experience, they’re always coming in hot - first come, first serve typa’ shit.”

“Right. My bad.” You felt yourself shrinking now, fighting the urge to get up and make a dash outta there, somewhere to scream in embarrassment, whatever emotion it was. 

“Excuse me.” Mr. Pink gets up and walks away, just as the rest of the guys start making their return to the large table.

“Where did Mr. Pink go?” Mr. Orange asked.

“Little men’s room, I’m guessing.” You sighed, sliding the milkshake away from you. “I’m full.”

“Something’s wrong with Mr. Pink. Did you guys get in a fight? We were only gone for five minutes,” Mr. Brown laughs.

You sat in silence, staring down.

“Nah, I bet she finally put him in his place and he’s crying like a baby in there,” Mr. Blue said, lighting the cigar in his mouth with a match.

“Most definitely not.” Mr. White shook his head, patting his pockets in search of his lighter. “That man’s a smartass, and smartasses like him know how to shield themselves. He’s fine. If anything, he can walk his ass home.”

Meanwhile, Mr. Pink calmly entered the restroom, placed both hands on each side of the tiny sink, stared at his reflection in the dirty mirror, and screamed in anger. 

He jumps when he notices a man had appeared from one of the stalls just a moment ago, staring at him worriedly.

“WHAT?!” Mr. Pink snaps.

If someone treated him like a friend, he goes along with it if they weren’t weird or creepy. If someone told a joke, he’ll laugh if it isn’t corny or cringeworthy. But if someone admitted their feelings to him? Let alone ask him out?

That was the thing: Mr. Pink doesn’t like the idea of vulnerability. He’s aware that it’s unavoidable, it’s human nature - he just chooses not to give into it. Mr. Pink won’t waste a breath giving anyone the impression that he’s easy to get along with and that he’s a kind of guy to not act like a complete jerk half the time, because that’s not true. Not on his behalf, at least. 

“Mr. White,” Mr. Pink approaches him in the vacant room at the hideout one day.

He knows people can judge. So he naturally survives on witty remarks, being a sarcastic ass most of the time, and coffee, coffee, and more coffee. Coffee times six. 

Mr. White finishes combing his hair in the small mirror, nodding at him as a response. “You all right, son?”

But at the same time, his heart was telling him he wants you all to himself.  “I got a problem...”

"SO you want my help?” Mr. White said, a few moments after Mr. Pink had explained the situation he was stuck in. “You’re completely hopeless right now? Gosh, is it my birthday already?”

“You’re full of shit,” Pink mumbled.

“Thought you’re s’posed to be a fuckin’ professional, like you said?” Mr. White chuckled. “I would have thought you would know what to do by now.”

“What am I, the Dalai Lama? I don’t know the answer to everything.”

“I mean... I kinda figured something was goin’ on between you two, I tried to warn her,” White shoots him a blank stare.

“Warn her?” Mr. Pink scowls. “Like I’m some fuckin’ tiger on the loose?”

“I did tell her: Listen, honey,” Mr. White grimaced, as he saw you like a sixteen-year-old teenager not knowing better than to get her heart broken. “Are you one hundred percent sure you like Mr. Pink? He’s a pretty cynical guy. You know he doesn’t tip waitresses?”

You shrug.

“Look, I know I can be very close to myself while very outspoken but,” Mr. Pink sighs. “I mean, c’mon, you’ve seen Miss Beige. Who wouldn’t want her? One time, she called in sick for a job she worked at just to play Super Mario World.”

“You could go there and apologize to her.”

“It’s not that easy, White.”

“How so? Just tell her you freaked out but you had a change of heart.”

“No, man. I could have accepted it right there and then, I could be taking her out somewhere, a place she likes, or that café she was talking about. But no, I turn into the cold piece of shit I always am ‘cause I’m a fucking-” Mr. Pink kicks the rusty chair in anger. “-idiot!” He kicks it again, hurting his foot in the process. He cries out in pain and hops away to the table for balance.

“Mr. Pink, it’s not too late to win her heart. If you really like her, and I can tell you’d take a bullet for her, then brush the professionalism aside for one second and make your move.”

“How?” he chuckles, taking a seat in the chair he had just kicked.

“Well, you can start by introducing yourself.”

“Already done.”

“No I mean, your name.”

“Whoa, whoa whoa. What we’re not gonna do is that.” Mr. Pink ran his fingers through his hair, turning his back to White to therapeutically stare at the light pink tiles on the walls. 

“Why not?” White shrugs. “I told her mine. And it’s-”

Mr. Pink turned around. “What?”

Mr. White furrowed his brows. “Huh?”

“You told her your name?” he said. In his mind he prayed Mr. White gave her a fake name on the spot.

“I mean, not just her. Mr. Orange, too. My first name and where I was from, it was a normal conversation.”

“...WHY?!” Pink’s voice echoed in the warehouse.

“Orange asked.”

“You know what Joe said, we’re not supposed to reveal any personal info about ourselves!”

“Joe said this, Joe said that- fucking teacher’s pet,” Mr. White mocks.

“What the hell were you thinking, White?” he shouts.

“How else can you and Miss Beige take a step further if you can’t even tell each other your fuckin’ names? Just introduce yourself, Pink. That’s one way to start,” Mr. White says.

“And what if she doesn’t like my name?” He could only come up with such a question like that.

“What is your name?” 

“Fuck you, man.” Mr. Pink stood up from the chair, earning a chuckle from his colleague.

“All right, if you won’t tell me your name, then tell y/n. Y/n should be the only one who can know.”

Mr. Pink turned back to him again. “Y/N?” he says. “That’s her name?”

Mr. White nods. As heated as Mr. Pink was, he knew one day your name would have to fall out of his lips and not a colour, and he wouldn’t mind that. Y/N...

Mr. Pink wouldn’t mind that one bit.

FROM now on, the café near your apartment complex would be your go-to. It was a café not too small but not too big, and no one would bat an eye if you showed up in your pajamas. The following Saturday you went there alone, sipping your coffee and turning to the second page of the morning paper. 

What sucked was the fact that after you were turned down, you came to think that Mr. Pink wouldn’t be able to see how cool the interior was. He sure was missing out. Sure his Thai stick won’t be stinking up your living room while throwback songs from the ‘70s play on the radio, but indeed, sucks for him.

“Shit, you were right, y/n. This place is pretty neat.”

The newspaper crinkled when you lowered it down. Standing at the foot of your booth was Mr. Pink. This time he didn’t have on his silly Hawaiian shirt like last time, and no, he didn’t ironically wear pink as a kind gesture. He did look good in a white tee, though. 

You had to smile. He knew your name. And you wondered how...

“Oh, Mr. Pink. Morning,” you nodded.

He takes a seat in front of you. “C’mon, we’re not at work. Just call me—”

THE END

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Say It | Bucky Barnes

A/N: I’ve really had the Bucky feels lately, so yeah... enjoy!

Disclaimer:

My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky have had a little arrangement for months now but you can’t control your feelings so you avoid him.

Warning: soft smut 

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @accio-fan-fiction

“Hey Y/N” you turn around to find Nat and Wanda in the doorway of the kitchen. “Oh hey guys, what’s up?” they shrug at the same time, something is clearly up but you brush it off and sip your juice, making your way into the other room and plonking yourself down onto the couch. “So... you and Bucky?” Wanda places her hands on her hips, standing in front of the TV and blocking your view. “Me and Bucky nothing Wanda” you roll your eyes at the mention of him.

If the truth be told, you’ve been avoiding him for days now. Whenever he came near you, you’d edge away and find any excuse to use in order to leave. He came to your room last night and tried to talk to you but you blew him off, telling him that you were tired. You aren’t entirely sure what he wanted to talk about but you try to convince yourself that you don’t care, even though you do.

It started a couple of months ago, you and Bucky were home alone. Everyone had gone out for pizza night but you stayed home. Bucky didn’t like the thought of you being alone so he stayed back to keep you company.

You were both just chilling and watching movies when somehow the topic of sex came about. You were both complaining about how you missed it. One thing lead to another and you kissed. It soon escalated when you moved the party to your bedroom. Clothes were removed and tossed to the floor and suddenly you were butt naked in front of Bucky. He ogled your body like he was hungry for it. It eventually lead to sex and neither of you regretted it. You enjoyed it. It was quite possibly the best sex you’d ever had. He was incredible and you’re pretty sure he felt the same. 

As you both started to get dressed he said what you least expected. “We should do this again” your whole body just froze at his words. You turned around to face him “What are you saying Buck?” you asked in confusion. “Fuck buddy’s duh. We both clearly both miss it and aren’t getting lucky with anyone else. How about we have an arrangement. Just sex, no strings” at first you were confused but then it made sense. He was right.

You weren’t going to be getting lucky anytime soon and it certainly relieved you both of some of the stress of your jobs. You agreed, thinking it would last a couple of weeks and nothing more but it didn’t end. It’s still going on. Up until a few weeks back. A few weeks ago you realised you were falling for him and boy were you falling hard.

You had it engraved in your mind that he could never feel the same, you were just a fuck buddy, that’s probably why he came to your room last night, looking to get some. I guess a part of you knew that too, hence why you turned him away and claimed to be tired.

You try to shake him from your mind as you come back to reality. Wanda and Nat are still stood in front of you. “Speaking of Bucky, where is he?” you ask out of interest. “He went out with Steve and Sam to get pizza. It’s game night tonight, remember?” Nat reminds you and you roll your eyes. Great. Game night is all i need.

“I don’t know if i’m up for that guys” they sit down either side of you “Okay, what’s wrong?” on one hand you want to confess everything but on the other you know that if you say it out loud then it becomes real. You aren’t ready for that but you know it will only eat away at you.

“So Bucky and I have been hooking up” you bite your lip and look back and forth at their reactions. They start to giggle. “We already know that. You two are loud as fuck. Everyone knows” you can’t help but giggle with them.

“Are you still hooking up?” you shake your head and look down “I’ve been avoiding him for weeks. We agreed on no strings but i’ve had feelings for a while now” their eyes grow wide. “You have to tell him Y/N” Wanda nags and you shake your head again “I’m telling you he doesn’t feel the same. I can’t humiliate myself like that” you get up and head back into the kitchen to fetch some more juice.

“How do you know? Y/N, we’ve seen Bucky around you, he’s like a puppy dog” you shrug “I just do, he doesn’t feel the same”

As you finish your conversation the guys walk in, placing the pizza boxes onto the kitchen counter. Bucky spots you and he immediately rushes to your side, snaking an arm around your waist. You spot Nat and Wanda watching slyly. “Hey you” he kisses your cheek and you can’t help but smile up at him. He’s always been able to put a smile on your face.

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“Goodnight losers” Sam smirks as he gets up and heads to bed followed by Steve and then before you know it, you’re alone with Bucky. Not the ideal situation. 

“Where have you been lately? I feel like i’ve barely seen you” you look away from him as you pack up the games. “I’ve had a lot on” lies. All lies. 

“It feels like you’ve been avoiding me Y/N”  you feel your cheeks heat up as you panic. “I think we should stop our little agreement” it comes out like word vomit. You couldn’t stop it. “Why?” he furrows his brows and he turns your head to look to him “Did i do something wrong?” you go to respond but he continues. 

“Have i upset yo-” 

“I love you” you blurt out

He stares at you for a couple of minutes, clearly trying to comprehend the words that just left your mouth.

“I’m sorry i shouldn-” 

“I love you too” wait what?

“I’ve been trying to tell you this for weeks, but every time i tried you’d blow me off. You’d just leave whenever i wanted to speak. I started to think you hated me all of a sudden” 

“I could never hate you Buck. I just had it set in my head that you’d never feel the same so i was hoping that by avoiding you that things would magically just fizzle out” he chuckles at you and you slap him playfully.

He starts telling you when he first realised that he was falling and it was around the same time that you did. The night that you all went ice skating on what Tony liked to call ‘family bonding time’.

You were falling over constantly and Bucky recalls just watching you fall on your ass, laughing at how you smiled so big whenever you did. You remember this like it was yesterday and that night confirmed your feelings.

You were both all over one another like a rash, kissing and fondling each other as you made your way to his bedroom. Once you were there he lay you down on his bed, kissing your body as he stripped you of your clothes.

The sex was much more slow and sensual that time, more romantic. You felt shivers down your spin at each kiss he gave you.

You look him in the eyes as he grins at the memories and that’s when he crashes his lips to yours.

He pulls you onto him so that you’re straddling him, he places his hands either side of your face to deepen the kiss. It gets really heated, real fast “Take me to bed Buck” you groan into the kiss and he happily obliges, picking you up and carrying you to his room. You’ve missed his lips on yours, his hands roaming your body and you can tell he’s missed it too. 

You always felt as though your bodies were made for each other, the way you instantly knew what one another liked from the get go. It was crazy.

He starts making his way down to your sex, getting closer and closer. “I’ve missed this” he mumbles as he shoves his face into you, his tongue swirling over your folds and his beard scratching slightly. “Oh Bucky” you arch your back and glance down quickly to see him looking at you as he sucks on your clit.

“I can’t wait any longer” you whisper “I need you inside of me” he chuckles and it vibrates against you. “Sure thing baby doll” he crawls his way back up, peppering kisses as he goes along.

He lines himself up with your entrance, sliding in slowly. “Mhmm” is all you can get out, this is all you’ve wanted for weeks. All the times you’ve avoided him, all you really wanted to do was confess how you felt and feel him again. He rolls you both over so you’re straddling him with him sat up. There are no big movements, just both of you grinding. He’s moving in and out of you at a slow pace. Almost like this time is different. It’s not fucking. You truly feel his love for you in this moment.

With each thrust, he hits your spots perfectly “Buck, right there” he flips you over once again and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you. You want to feel all of him. “Ah fuck, i’m gonna cum” you arch your back “Cum with me princess. I’m right behind you” he picks up his pace, slamming into you aggressively. You know you’re going to be sore after and tomorrow for that matter but you don’t care.

“Oh shit” it washes over you like a tidal wave, your back is fully arched, your toes curling as he pushes into you one last time. You clench around him, milking him as he releases his hot seed inside of you. 

“I love you Y/N” you place your hands on his face, pulling him closer so you can kiss him deeply.

“I love you too Buck”