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the four times steve rogers almost kisses you and the first time he does

summary: steve rogers has been smitten with you ever since you joined the avengers. it’s only a matter of time until he kisses you.

pairings: steve rogers x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, blood, near death experiences

a/n: i told you i’d be back! do you like it better when i write in second person or third? do you want to see an au!bucky barnes x reader series, an au!steverogers x reader series, or an au!the avengers x reader series with a dash of au!steve rogers x reader on the side? this is for @prettyyoungtragedy‘s 2k writing challenge! congrats on 2k sweet pea <3

word count: 4300ish

the four times steve rogers almost asks you on a date and the time he does

the first time that steve rogers almost kissed you, you weren’t paying any attention. if you had so much as made eye contact with the poor, lovesick puppy, he would’ve gotten all the encouragement he needed.

it was around 2 in the afternoon, when tony told FRIDAY to let everyone know that he bought pizza for everyone. you had come sprinting down the hallway, dressed in a pair of nike bastketball shorts, one of bruce’s old college sweaters, and socks, your hair flying everywhere like a madwoman. the socks on your feet caused you to continue propelling forward, even when you stopped, throwing you into the arms of an unsuspecting super soldier. he licked his lips, subconsciously, in preparation. 

it would’ve been one of the scenes out of a movie, if your heart wasn’t set on the pizza, that you knew that everyone would grab a box of and return to their respective bedrooms. “oh, steve!” you exclaimed, looking around him to see several boxes stacked on the island. you grabbed his shoulders and pulled yourself to your feet, patting his bicep, as you briskly walked away, snatching a box of pizza.

sam was leaned against the counter, relishing his slice of pizza and watching the whole ordeal with an amused expression. “hey cap, what’s with the red face?” he teased, bursting into laughter when he was met with an icy glare. you had hopped up onto the counter, possessively clutching your box and stuffing your face, simultaneously. you spoke up once you had choked it down.

“hey sam, cap, you two doing anything right now?” you opened up your box and offered a slice to steve, who was standing awkwardly, his hands hanging at his sides. he happily grabbed a slice.

“i got the next training slot, in about ten minutes, but if it’s quick, i can help ya’,” sam spoke, crossing his arms over his chest.

“you know what? i’ll just bug steve. i have the 7 o’clock training slot reserved, and i have time on my hands,” you jumped down, and made towards the sectional sofas. “c’mere!”

he looked at sam, with a slightly horrified expression. his pizza hung limply from his hand, half way to his mouth. sam shrugged, then pointed in the direction that you had just gone, “you heard her. go.”

for the next few hours, steve entertained you with card tricks, you (mostly) bested him in multiple card games, and shared the box of pizza.

team movie nights; meant to be bonding experiences but usually ended up being a shitshow. but this night, it was different. it was your turn to pick the movie. “listen up, losers!” you stood in front of the flat screen t.v., your hands on your hips. this time, you were dressed in a pair of flannel pajama pants, and yet another one of bruce’s old college sweatshirts. “this is the best franchise ever, and if anyone of you ruins it for me, i will murder you in your sleep,” you punctuated your last phrase by jabbing your finger at everyone sat in front of you. 

natasha and clint were on one side, quietly bickering amongst themselves. sam’s head rested in her lap, looking evidently annoyed with the her and clint. bucky took the corner, his hair pulled up in a bun and looking awfully excited, with a bowl of popcorn in his lap. steve sat a foot or so away from him, his arm thrown around the back of the sofa. when you approached him, he let his arm fall to his side. the first pirates of the caribbean movie flickered to life in front of you as you settled into your spot, next to him. your elbow sat on his right shoulder, your head propped up on your hand, as you took popcorn from the bowl in his lap.

he adored your commentary. he heard everything that you grumbled under your breath, and it only made the affection he had for you swell even more. you would occasionally make remarks to him, and he didn’t always know how to respond, but he would always, at least, give you one of his signature bashful smiles. by the end of the movie, you had fallen asleep on his shoulder, your legs strewn across his lap. “what am i supposed to do?” he whisper-yelled, and looked at bucky with wide eyes, and a panicked expression.

“you take her to bed,” bucky shrugged, flicking a sleeping sam in the forehead, “wake up, sleeping beauty.” sam groaned in response and swatted him away.

“wait ‘til i show this to her in the morning,” nat chuckled, snapping a few pictures of the two of you. clint had left the second the ending credits began. 

“nat,” steve began, in a warning tone.

“cool it, captain weenie,” she dismissed him with a wave of her hand, before stalking off to her own room.

“bucky, i’m begging you,” he turned to his friend, who flashed him a peace sign before receding into the shadows of the hallway.

he groaned to himself, before securing one arm under your legs, and the other behind your back, and stood up. your head lolled into his chest and he looked down to see that you were still sleeping. “okay, i got this,” he muttered to himself.

“FRIDAY, be quiet. take me to y/n’s floor,” he hissed, as loud as he dared to. you stirred in your sleep, as he stepped into the elevator. “hey, go back to sleep,” he softly spoke, when your eyes began to bat open. you brought your hand up to clutch the soft material of his t-shirt, and hummed something unintelligible back.

he could’ve kissed you. in all your tangled hair, drool face, sleepy glory. he wanted nothing more than to bring his lips to yours. but, he couldn’t. he knew that you were unconscious and that it just wouldn’t be right to kiss you, to force himself onto you when you wouldn’t even know it. it wouldn’t be fair to you. so he looked away, focusing his eyes on his reflection on the mirrored walls.

the door to your room swung open, when steve approached it. he silently thanked FRIDAY in his head, moving towards your bed. he managed to pull the covers back before placing you down into the sheets. “i want,” you began a sentence, but let it fall flat as you reached for him, blindly, while he pulled your blanket over your form.

“sleep,” he replied, his voice gentle. he let his hand linger on your arm before stepping out of your room.

steve believed that netflix was the greatest thing that happened while he was iced. he loved watching netflix. to be specific, the office. the third time he almost kissed you, began with him all cozy in his bed; his attention on the t.v. screen, the ambient light casting weird shadows across his face. he was so absorbed in the show, that when he heard a knock at his door, he flinched. “who is it?” he asked FRIDAY. his room was always soundproof.

“it is ms. y/l/n.”

you had gone out for the night and promised to bring steve back a tub of ice cream, since you had eaten all of his, two nights ago.

he paused the show and threw his quilt off, standing up, “let her in.” he arched his back, stretching, as the door swung open. “didn’t expect you to be back so soon. what’s-” he began, but stopped abruptly when you crumpled into a heap at the threshold, clutching your shoulder. “hey, hey, hey,” he rushed over, crouching down, examining you.

“got shot,” you rasped out, looking up at him. there was a trail of drying blood at the corner of your mouth. he felt rage overcome his senses for a moment. “but i got your ice cream,” you held up a plastic bag with your other arm.

“i hope you got that before you were shot,” he murmured, before helping you up and leading you to his bathroom. the door to his room shut on its own. he switched the light on and got you to sit up on the marble counter. he grabbed his first aid kit from underneath his sink, and began to work, cutting part of your shirt open. he panicked slightly at the sight of all your blood, but he took a deep breath. you would freak out more if he started freaking out.

“took out the bullet,” you choked out, receiving an empathetic grimace. you did have the ability to manipulate metal, so it wasn’t as gruesome as it could’ve been. he stood in between her legs, cleaning the wound. you hissed in pain, your head falling back, “sweet baby jesus.”

“squeeze my arm,” he told you, continuing without hesitation. you had an iron grip on his bicep, not letting go once, the entire time he wiped the blood away.

“jesus christ,” you grunted, tilting forward to let you forehead rest on his shoulder. “can we just, jesus, take a breather for a second?”

“y/n,” his voice was stern, unwavering, “you’ve lost blood, you can’t lose anymore. i have to close this up as soon as possible. i have numbing cream, and you can take some tylenol after this. in the morning, we’re calling helen in, and you’re going to get this checked out, because i’m not a doctor. got it?”

“but she has the day off.”

“then i’ll ask helen to call in a replacement, alright?” you pulled back and nodded, sweat shining on your forehead. he wanted to press his lips against yours, to reassure you that everything would be fine, that he was right there. instead, he cupped your cheek, “it’s all good? okay?” he stared, intensely, into your eyes. you nodded vigorously, jolting your shoulder.

“jesus,” you drew out the last syllable, pulling away from his hand to look up, attempting to keep the tears at bay.

“stop talking about jesus, and help me with this bullet wound,” he was serious, but there was a joking tone in his voice. “hold this,” he put something in your hand to squeeze instead of his arm. he had to stitch the wound and he needed all of his focus on the task at hand.

after finishing up, while washing his hands, he asked you, “weren’t you out with your friends? who did this?�� he looked to you for an answer, turning the sink off and wiping his hands off on the hand towel.

“i don’t know,” you shrugged with your good shoulder, “i saw these guys messing with a girl, so i stepped in to help her, and they shot me and ran off. i was—am— drunk, and my senses were delayed. god, i’m so dumb, i should’ve known better,” you shook your head to yourself, “the poor girl was so scared, she ran off in the opposite direction. man, i must be a pretty shitty superhero. can’t catch the bad guys, and can’t help the good ones. or myself.”

“hey, you’re not a bad superhero,” he was bent over, putting the first aid kit back into place. you didn’t respond. “you’re not a bad superhero,” he straightened back up. “you know that.” a single tear slipped down your cheek. “c’mere,” he pulled you into a hug, careful of your shoulder, and let you cry into his shirt.

“i thought i was going to die,” your words were muffled. he squeezed you tighter. “i wouldn’t have left that alleyway if i hadn’t owed you that ice cream. don’t want any of that unfinished business ghost shit.” you were joking, and steve couldn’t help but smile, until he caught the seriousness in your words.

“don’t say that,” he exhaled into you hair. “you would’ve come back. you had to have come back.”

“it’s the truth, steve,” you pulled back to look at him. your face was stained with tears and your hair was messed up. but you still looked beautiful. “you’re the only reason i didn’t stay there and bleed out. i thought i was gonna die, so what was the point in making an effort? but, i took the subway up here, anyways. because of you.”

“you took the subway?” his eyebrows shot up.

“yeah, how else would i have gotten here?” you cracked a smile. “my dna is all over the train to get up here.”

“god, y/n, you could’ve called me.” you looked away, but he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. “y/n,” he slowly breathed out your name. “i’m right here, and i’m not going anywhere. i want you to realize that.”

“thank you, steve,” you craned your head to kiss his cheek. “can you help me change my top?” you asked, after several beats of silence. his face reddened, and he took a tiny step back.

“y-yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck. he grabbed your waist and pulled you down, so that your feet were on the ground. “how do we-“ he began, but you interrupted him.

“this is already ruined, just cut it open. could i borrow a shirt? i’ll try not to get blood on it,” you patted the bandage on your shoulder.

“okay, yup, i can do that,” he stepped backwards, ran into the doorframe, tripped and caught himself on the wall, then proceeded to his wardrobe, offering you a wave. you bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing, before grabbing the scissors from the counter, and beginning your attempts to cut the form fitting top open. underneath, you were wearing a strapless bra.

after slipping his shirt on, with assistance from steve, you left to go to your own room. steve sat on the edge of his bed, with his head in his hands. you had slipped from right between his fingers, once again.

the fourth time that steve rogers almost kissed you, was his birthday. every morning, he woke up at 5. he downed the bottle of water on his night stand, pumped out 50 or so push ups, checked his emails, took a shower, and dressed in his training gear. by the time he was done, it would be 5:30.

but on his birthday, he decided to let himself rest. he didn’t set his alarm for that day, knowing he’d wake up around 6, on his own. precisely, at 5:30, there was a soft knock on his door. “who is it?” his voice was thick with sleep.

“ms. y/l/n,” FRIDAY responded.

“let her in,” he rubbed the sleep from his eyes as the door opened and you entered.

“oh, were you sleeping? i can come back later?” you stopped in your tracks when you saw him still in bed.

“no, no, it’s fine,” he grunted, sitting up. he saw you standing, bashfully, a wrapped gift in one hand and a cupcake with a lit candle in the other.

“happy birthday, cap,” you grinned. he couldn’t help but recpriocate it.

“you didn’t have to, y/n,” he raised an eyebrow, and you rolled your eyes.

“sure i didn’t, but i did anyways,” you shrugged. he let out a laugh and patted the spot beside him, on his bed. you sat down, placing the gift next to you.

“if you wanna brush your teeth, i can wait,” you offered, but he shook his head. “okay, make a wish!” he closed eyes and wished for the same exact thing that he wished for on dandelions, eyelashes, and pennies, then blew it out. “yay! woot woot!” you exclaimed. you peeled back a part of the wrapper and held the pastry up to his mouth. he took a large bite before moaning in pleasure.

“god, that is delicious!”

“really? i’ve been up since 2:30 making them!” you gushed, then your eyes turned wide when you realized what you said.

“y/n,” he began, but you cut him off.

“today is your birthday, steve. you can yell at me tomorrow,” you held your hands up in defence before grabbing the gift next to you and holding it out to him. “okay, i came across your gift last month, when we were in the former-shield-now-hydra base. i kept it a secret because i didn’t know if i’d be able to fully recover it, which i did. it’s not much but i hope you like it.”

he grabbed the gift and held it up to his ear, shaking it, and earning a smile from you. “okay, let’s open her up,” he mumbled to himself, tearing off a corner of the plain brown paper. in it was a picture frame and a letter on top.

“read the letter later,” you were getting impatient, taking the letter and slamming it on his nightside table so he could see what was underneath. it was a very old picture of steve and his parents. he didn’t remember taking the picture, but here it was in his hands. he thought he lost them forever, but now he had a tiny piece of them. his eyes welled up with tears, nostalgia washing over him.

“i-“ he started but his voice cracked.

“oh, come here, you big goof,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, embracing him, as he clung onto you tightly, a few tears sliding down his cheeks. weirdly enough, he felt a sense of closure. he felt complete, now that he had this picture. things were vastly different in the twenty first century, and he couldn’t count the days where he wished to be back in the 40’s, but now he had the part of his old life that he missed the most; his family.

“i could never thank you enough,” he murmured into your hair. he had a sudden, overwhelming urge to crash his lips onto yours, but not being able to see your lips kept his feelings at bay, momentarily.

“you don’t have to, steve. you’ve already done so much for me.”

the two of you stayed like that for several more moments, before you forced yourself to pull away. you ran a hand through his messy bed hair, and said to him, “go back to sleep. we’ll come in again and surprise you with a cake, this time. act surprised.” you kissed his cheek before getting up and exiting his room. but before you left you looked over your shoulder. “happy birthday, steve rogers.”

the first time steve rogers ever kissed you was on a mission. it was going perfectly well. everything was going just as planned. on the field was tony, steve, wanda, and yourself. pietro was on the quinjet for back up and bruce was operating it, and was the back up for the back up.

the mission was wrapped up, but now you just had to go back to the quinjet. tony had flown wanda up there in his suit. she’d gotten grazed by a bullet and pietro was tending to her. you and steve were fighting through a few agents, nothing that you couldn’t handle. the ones that you had been fighting were now on the ground, as steve tossed another one over his head. “watch out!” you cried out, stepping in front of steve. an agent had approached him, with a knife, but you interfered just in time. he slashed your side with the blade, you let out a yelp, as you effectively sought out his pressure points, bringing him instantly to the ground. you brought your hand to your waist, pressing down on the wound. you could feel the blood seep through your fingers, but luckily the dark material of your stealth suit hid most of it.

“are you okay, y/n?” steve rushed over to you, looping an arm around you, pulling your own arm over his shoulder, helping you to where bruce had circled around and was waiting for you both to board so you could take off. tony was on, by then.

“of course, cap, just a scratch,” you offered a tight lipped smile.

“let’s get you onto the quinjet.”

once you were on, and the entrance closed behind you, you collapsed in steve’s arms. “y/n!” he cried out, guiding you to the floor. “help!” he called out, laying you down, and moving your hand away. “god, ‘just a scratch’ my ass!”

“kiss me,” you rasped.

“what?” he threaded his fingers through your hair and elevated your head up.

“kiss me, goddamnit!” he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours before fully pressing them down. he pulled away when he heard thundering footsteps.

“i could’ve taken care of myself, you know,” he pushed a strand of your hair away from your face.

“not with a knife in your back.”

tony burst in, a bruise forming around his eye. “y/n got cut,” steve immediately said to him.

“oh, c’mon,” he groaned, kneeling down beside you. “bleeding all over my quinjet,” he mumbled under his breath, checking out the wound. “we’ll clean it and wrap her up, but we can’t do anything more than that. we’ll touch down in an hour or so. try to get her out of the stealth suit or we’ll have to cut it off.” he stood up abruptly, leaving to get supplies.

“thigh holster,” your voice was a squeak. steve reached over and grabbed your blade, and began carefully cutting your stealth suit.

“why do we always find ourselves here, y/n?” he asked, under his breath. you exhaled a shaky laugh. by the time tony was back, there was a sizable hole around the deep gash. he had a wet wash cloth in one hand and large gauze in the other. he set to work, wiping the blood from around the wound, as steve applied pressure.

after several adrenaline filled minutes, your torso was wrapped in gauze, and tony and steve had gotten you up onto the stretcher. “let someone at the tower know that y/n needs immediate medical attention,” steve said to the man beside him. they were both covered in blood and breathing hard. tony nodded, and left once again.

“so dumb,” he sighed, “you shouldn’t have done that, y/n. i have the quick healing abilities, not you. you know this means that you won’t be able to go on that mission to rome, right?”

you grunted. he didn’t know whether it was of pain or protest. “really?” your voice cracked.

“it’s next week, too soon.”

“but i wanna go,” your voice was whiney, but steve didn’t mind. he’d do anything and everything to take your pain off your mind.

“but you can’t go. we can go some other time. when we don’t have a mission,” he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, humming.

“steve, has anyone ever told you that you are so beautiful?” your words were slurring together by that point.

“no,” he shook his head, a small smile growing and taking over his features. his face was dirty and his hair was messy, but you would be lying if you said that he didn’t look gorgeous.

“well, you are,” you raised your eyebrows, and waved your hand at him.

“has anyone every told you that you are so beautiful?” his voice went up an octave higher at the end.

“yes, all the time. now, let’s talk about you more, you’re more interesting,” you wrinkled your nose at him when he burst out in laughter. 

“i’m an old man, y/n,” his hand came to rest on the edge of the stretcher.

“but that’s what makes you so interesting! you don’t look a day over 30, cap!” you were awfully enthusiastic, even wiggling to somehow prove your point. 

“do you have any questions about my interesting life?”

“yes. did you really kiss me?” your question surprised him, evidently in his facial expression. he cleared his throat and nodded. “can you do it again?” you were barely heard over the din of the engines.

“you’re not yourself, right now, champ. just pull through a little longer,” he noticed your eyes drooping, he cupped your cheek, swiping dirt away from your cheekbone.

“no,” you responded, stubbornly.

“what?”

“i am myself. i always want to kiss you, and i want to kiss you right now, so i am me. now please, for the love of god and all things holy, kiss me.”

and so he did.

bonus:

the following week, you were finally off of bed rest. steve had been there when you woke up, just walking into the room with a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand. they were beautiful, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you were allergic to pollen. he frequently visited you, a deck of cards in his pocket. doctor cho, or whoever happened to be there, would eventually have to kick him out because your heart rate would rise too high due to feeling frustration. needless to say, in your state, he was winning more games than you. 

“good morning, steve!” you called out, as you entered the common space. he was sitting on the sectional, flicking through the newspaper. clint was passed out beside him, a book on his chest. 

“hey! look at you, walking and everything!” he set the newspaper down and stood up.

you spun in a circle, with your arms out, “you know it!”

“i learned a new card trick. wanna see it?” he arched a brow, coming closer to you. he offered you his arm and you accepted it, after you nodded your head. “gotta grab my deck, mind coming with me?” he looked down at you, his lips pursed together. you nodded again. 

in his room, the second the door closed, he had you pushed up against the door, and was kissing you with all he had in him, like he would never be able to again, being cautious with your injury. “do you have any idea how long i’ve waited for this?”

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New Beginnings

Summary: A beautiful gift given to you leads Bucky to realize something important. 

A/N: Hi! This is my entry for @prettyyoungtragedy 2k challenge. Congrats! Your blog is amazing!! My prompt is in bold. I had an idea for this fic but it ended up going a completely different way than I had intended lol. I was kind of surprised but I hope you guys enjoy it! Your comments and feedback are always appreciated. Thanks, as always, for reading!

+A/N: There’s now a drabble that reveals who sent the arrangement lol. Check it out HERE! 

Running really wasn’t for him, especially this early in the morning. He had trained his whole life, enjoyed lifting weights and sparring, but running, man, he truly hated it. 

He was currently running laps in the empty physical training center Tony had added to the compound. The center had everything an Avenger might need. If Steve or he needed weights that were beyond what anybody else could lift, they could find them here. If Clint needed a couple targets to practice on, he could come here and find the best. Everybody’s abilities and training needs had been considered even if they didn’t live within the compound. Tony, thinking 5 steps ahead as usual, knew that the compound would be a place where the team would be meeting and maybe even living in full time. So, he made sure everybody’s needs could be met, whether they chose to move in or not.

Listening to music was really the only way to keep his mind off how much he hated running, so he was currently blasting all the rock jams his phone had. You had made him a running playlist, knowing very well his hatred for it. He was trying his best to be driven by the music, instead of the desire to go back to bed, wrap himself in a blanket, and forget all this running nonsense.

“Back in Black” by AC/DC began to play and he felt his energy immediately multiply as the first few chords played over his earphones. This song was great to run to. It was one of the first songs you had added to the playlist mentioning that it made you feel like a complete and total badass.

Just as his favorite part of the song was beginning to play, he heard it begin to fade only to be replaced by his ringtone. He hadn’t noticed how loud the music was playing until the annoying bells he had chosen as his ringtone, began to blast in his ear.

“Holy shit!” he shouted as he yanked the earphones from his ear. He pulled out his phone from his gym short pocket and felt his brows furrow in confusion when he realized who was calling.

A picture of you and Bucky flashed on his screen. A silly picture you both had posed for. He had squinted his eyes and stuck out his tongue, catching you by surprise and making you laugh. Your eyes scrunched at the sides and he always found himself staring a little too long at picture every time you called.

As he scanned the screen of his phone he noticed you weren’t making a regular call. You were requesting to facetime which only brought more confusion because he never facetimed.

His mind took him back to when he had gotten Sam all riled up after he had denied Sam’s facetime request 4 times. He said phones were meant to talk, “if I wanted to see your face I would’ve just gone out to look for you.” You had been unable to hold your laugh as Sam had gotten up dramatically making a show of blocking Bucky’s number on his phone.

A few days later, you had been sitting on the gym floor feeling beyond tired and doing everything you could to avoid training, when Bucky had come in. After he noted how tired you looked, he proposed to skip training that morning and instead watch movies on Netflix. You had immediately accepted and had spent the rest of the morning hiding from Steve in Bucky’s room, knowing that if Steve caught you two he would make both of you train extra for slacking off.

“Sam unblocked me, you know,” he had said with a smile as he loaded up another movie. “He can’t live without me, doll.” You had thrown back your head to laugh saying that Bucky couldn’t live without Sam either.

He felt his stomach drop, quickly jumping to the conclusion that if you were facetiming him, something terrible must’ve happened. You wouldn’t request him to do something he disliked, if it wasn’t important. So, he quickly placed his earphones back in his ears and slid his finger to accept the request. As the call went through, all he was able to see was a black screen.

“Was this you?” he heard a very sleepy and timid you ask.

“Is everything ok? Doll, I can’t see anything,” he said, the worry he was feeling very evident in his voice.

“Just, please, answer the question, Bucky. Did you do this?”

“Y/N, I don’t know. I think you’re covering the camera with your finger.”

“Stop avoiding the question,” you said, your voice becoming stronger, almost accusatory. “Was it you?!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Do you even know how to use a phone?” he flinched immediately recognizing that had been much meaner than he had intended. But if something was wrong, he needed to see what you were accusing him of. “Sorry, move your finger from the camera,” he said in a calmer tone. “All I see is a black screen.”

“Oh,” you said, and he assumed you had finally understood what he was pointing out. He was expecting to see your face on the screen, but instead a flower arrangement came into view as you moved you finger away from the camera.

The arrangement was beautiful and sat on top of your night stand in your room. It had a colorful array of flowers. His eyes were immediately drawn to the beautiful pink peonies the arrangement had, knowing they were your favorite.

“They’re so pretty,” he said with a smile, forgetting that a minute ago you had demanded to know if he had done something. “Wait, what were you accusing me of? Did I do what?”

“Did you send these flowers?” you asked, the shy tone your voice had carried at the beginning of the conversation returning. “They were addressed to me and I was wondering if you sent them.”

That cleared nothing up. Why would you think had sent them?

“No—I didn’t—why would you think I had sent them? Doll, flip the camera so I can see you.”

The flower arrangement remained on the screen for a few seconds, until you finally did as he asked and flipped the camera. You looked completely adorable. Your hair up in a messy bun and your nose scrunched up in confusion. Whoever had sent you the flowers had truly caught you by surprise.

“It has peonies,” you said in a quiet voice. “I told you a while ago they were my favorite, so I just thought maybe you had sent them.” 

He didn’t miss the disappointed look on your face. Had you been happy at the thought of him sending you flowers? 

“Did it come with a card?” he asked, hoping he wasn’t reading too much into the disappointed look you were currently sporting.

“Yeah, it just says ‘forget me not(s)’ with parenthesis around the ‘s’ but it doesn’t have a name.”

“Wait, show me the arrangement again.”

As you flipped the camera back, he noticed the arrangement had little blue flowers sprinkled throughout it and he began to smile.

“Y/N, that’s adorable,” he said with a light chuckle. “Those are forget me nots in the arrangement, right?” he asked as he understood whoever had sent you the arrangement had used the name of the flowers to create a cute message.

“I know,” you said flipping the camera back to your face. “I thought maybe you had sent them, you know, maybe as a—as a joke, or something.”

“Sorry, I didn’t,” he said as he saw your gaze drop. “And I would never send anybody flowers just as a joke, Y/N. Flowers are a great way to show someone you care for them. Whoever sent you the flowers must really care for you if they want you to always remember them,” he said, and he felt a tang of sadness spreading through his heart.

Where did that come from? Surely, he couldn’t be disappointed at the fact that you had someone out there who was clever enough to send you a beautiful arrangement and a cute message.

He cared for you, you were great, always making sure he was ok. You were a great friend, and he knew he could always count on you. You constantly told him that his haunting past could not stop his generosity and warmth. Always reminding him that he had won.

You were someone who he could skip training with, watch movies with, laugh with at the antics he and Sam got into, you were someone he really cared about. He knew he loved you as a friend, but the sudden thought of having someone love you as more than a friend took over his mind. What if you loved them back just as much? That would be great, of course, but why couldn’t he shake the disappointment that had suddenly filled his heart?

“Buck?” he heard you ask over the phone causing his mind to snap back. “Kinda lost you there for a sec,” you chuckled.

“Yeah,” he said still trying to understand what he was feeling. “Um, I was just trying to see if I could figure out who sent you the flowers,” he added, trying to give a plausible reason for why he had spaced out. You know, one that didn’t let you know sudden emotions had sprung up at the thought of someone being in love with you.

“Where are you? Why don’t you come up and help me?” you suggested.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be right there. Let me just freshen up, I seriously hate running,” he said with a groan.

--

After grabbing a quick shower, he headed up to your room. His mind had gone into overdrive as soon as you had ended the facetime call.

He should be happy for you, he thought, as he walked out of the training center. Someone had a crush on you and had been sweet enough to send you flowers. You deserved all the flowers, he knew that. So, he couldn’t understand why he was reacting this way. The only thing that would explain it, was if he was also in lo--

No! He couldn’t. You were a friend. A great friend, who deserved to be happy with whoever had sent you the gorgeous flower arrangement. Maybe you had charmed a guy with your smile and beautiful eyes, because of course you would, causing him to send you flowers, and you just hadn’t remembered. But his mind kept replaying the way you also seemed disappointed. Disappointed at the fact that it hadn’t been him who had sent you the flowers. What if—what if you also felt as confused as him? What if your heart had also led you to take a gigantic leap of faith and it had resulted in him telling you that he hadn’t sent the flowers. What if you were also dealing with new emotions you also hadn’t realized were there?

Fuck! Was he actually in love with you? Could he have fallen into that cliché of developing feelings for a best friend?

The more he analyzed his feelings the more it seemed obvious. Of course, he was in love with you. He absolutely loved spending time with you. You made him feel safe, made him laugh, took care of him. He knew what your favorite flowers were, for goodness sake! Why did it take someone else sending you flowers for him to realize this? The disappointed on your face, though, he felt his heart skip a bit as it hung onto that hope. Maybe you felt the same.

As his finger hovered over the button that would take the elevator up to your floor, he decided to press the lobby button instead. He had to know, had to be certain, that you also felt what he had just realized he felt for you. He had to tell you because even though he had just known he was in love with you for less than an hour, the feeling was becoming overwhelming. He had to tell you, had to share what he felt, and hopefully find out you felt the same.

--

Finally, in front of your door, after a tiny detour, he took a deep breath in. It was just you, he reminded himself. Even if you didn’t feel the same you would let him down easy. You cared for him, he knew, and you would make sure not to hurt him. He gathered up his courage and knocked on the door with his left hand, making sure what he was holding in his right was safe.

After a few seconds, he heard your door opening, revealing you still in your pjs. How could he not fall in love with you? You were completely breathtaking and yet adorable at the same time. Everything about you was perfect. He could probably stand there all week and list his favorite things about you. How had he not realized earlier how you made his heart speed up and his entire body tingle? He quickly hid his right hand behind his back hoping you hadn’t seen what he was holding. Being quick, though, you noted his sudden movement.

“Whatcha got there?” you asked with a light chuckle as you both stepped into your room.

“N-n-nothing,” he replied, the speed at which he replied only made your chuckle grow into a full out laugh.

“Come on, Buck. I’ve literally been trained to detect anything that might be out of place,” you said with a teasing tone.

He hesitated for a second thinking maybe he had made a mistake. Maybe the disappointment you had shown was based on something else and not on a similar feeling to the ones he was currently experiencing.

“Those flowers really are gorgeous, doll,” he said as his eyes locked on the arrangement, needing a minute to gather his thoughts.

You turned towards your nightstand where you had placed the flowers.

“Yeah,” you said, sounding less chipper than you had been while you teased him. “You’re not gonna show me what you have in your hand?” you asked as you turned to face him again.

It was now or never, he figured. Like a band aid, he just had to go for it and rip it off. The uncertainty would kill him slowly, so he willed himself to bring his hand in front of you. Your gaze dropped to see what he was holding.

He held a single daisy in his trembling hand, instantly regretting even thinking about doing this.

You looked up at him with a soft expression in your eyes, tilting your head to one side looking like a lost puppy.

“I umm—I meant what I said before,” he started. “I would never send anybody flowers unless I really meant it. And those are really beautiful,” he said nodding his head towards the nightstand. “I didnt have enough time to get an equally beautiful arrangement, but I remembered there was a patch of daisies right outside.”

He paused, preparing himself for your reaction at his next words.

“You know how I told you sending flowers was a great way to show someone you cared about them?” he asked with a soft voice.

You nodded, and he continued.

“That’s because my ma taught me that different flowers have different meanings. See, a red rose can mean love, a lily can mean purity, and a daisy,” he said as he lifted the single daisy he held. “A daisy can mean new beginnings.”

He stretched his arm towards you offering the daisy and you took the flower from him immediately.

“I—don’t know how I hadn’t realized this before, sweetheart, and I’m sorry for kind of randomly throwing this on you, but, I think I might have—I think—I think I might’ve fallen in love with you somewhere along the way. When I thought about someone sending you such a nice gift, I knew I should be happy for you, but I couldn’t shake away the feeling that I wish it had been me who had sent you that. And I know this is a long shot, but I thought, that maybe we can have a new beginning, you know,” he said as he pointed towards the daisy, hoping you understood why he had chosen that particular flower.

He couldn’t bring himself to look up at you, so he stared at the daisy in your hand. A few seconds ticked by and he felt his heart drop at the thought that he had just ruined everything.

“Bucky,” you finally spoke as you took a step closer. Your voice was sweet, and he figured this was the part where you let him down gently. “Nothing would make me happier.”

His eyes snapped up back to yours and he took in your smile. You looked at him with such an adoration that made him hope he could always remember this very moment.

You brought the daisy up and chuckled.

“I think this is the sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me, Buck,” you said as you tucked the daisy above your ear. “I love you too,” you said, and he felt himself lean in closer to you. “So, I had hoped you had sent me those flowers, but this daisy,” you said as you brought up your finger to touch the daisy tucked above your ear. “Means so much more to me than that entire flower arrangement, because you mean so much more to me than anybody else.”

He felt a smile appear on his lips as he pulled you in closer.

“I’d love to have a new beginning with you, sweetheart,” you said as he closed the distance between you and pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

You reacted almost instinctively and brought your arms up around his neck bringing him impossibly close.

“I love you,” he whispered as you parted from the kiss.

“I love you, too,” you whispered back, and he knew he had never imagined his morning to turn out like this.

“I promise I’ll get you a real arrangement next time,” he said, as his heart swelled at the thought of there actually being a future where you two were together.

“No need, love,” you said. “This was perfect.”

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Excuses

pairing: Bucky x reader

word count: 1.5k-ish

summary: Bucky brings you tea to your lab, late at night after a nightmare, and you two talk about him making excuses about his arm to see you .

warning: fluff and some sort of angst? and tea, if you have something against tea

a/n: I was drinking chai while I was writing this, also it is late at night so there may be issues with this, but anyway, this was written for @prettyyoungtragedy‘s writing challenge, congrats btw 💕 ))) this may be just a little trashy, but my prompt was “Yes. No...Maybe...Shut up!” (also its kinda gender neutral, not that anyone asked) 

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It was another late night and you were holed up in your lab, working on an idea that you and Shuri had come up with the last time you saw each other. Your schematics and a bunch of different pencils and pens were sprawled across your table; your coffee mug, like you tea mug was empty. It was a good three in the morning, but to think that everyone else was sleeping was an understatement. Most nights out of the week at least half of the team was awake in the middle of the night, most of them too afraid of what sleeping holds, others just prefer the night. 

Surprisingly Tony had already gone to bed; usually, the two of you would work on things together, tinkering with old tech or creating some new toys for the team. Your eyes were getting a little bit droopy, but there was still something else that you had to finish before calling it a night. 

“Hey Friday, is there anyone in the kitchen? And if there is, then can you ask them to make me some chai tea? And could you add a pretty please to it?” you asked the AI while resting your head on your hand and stared out the window. 

“Right away, Ms Y/L/N.” 

The kitchen was not too far away from the labs, but you didn’t want to break your concentration as you were almost done with the planning of the idea anyway.

Footsteps resonated from the hallway through your open door, so without lifting your head to see who it was, you called out to them.

“Thank you, you beautiful soul for aiding my needs at such an ungodly hour.”

A low voice that you had not expected had resonated through the room. Your head had bolted up to see a dishevelled, dark-haired, tired looking super soldier. 

“I, uh, wasn’t sure if you wanted it with sugar, but I knew you liked milk in there so... yeah um, it's there.” Bucky didn’t look up at you while he said that, rather staring down into the milky tea that he was holding. “Should I leave it here?”

“Thanks, Buck, yeah that would be great.” He gave you a small nod before gently placing the mug of tea on the corner of your desk. 

“You okay?” you asked him in a gentler voice. The bags under his eyes were getting darker, and he hasn’t been to see you about his arm lately.

Ever since you and Bucky had met, he would come to see you about a fault in his arm at least once in two weeks. They seemed like accidents at first, but every so often, 'something' would happen to the arm, and he would be there to see you without a fault in the schedule. You tried not to think much of it, but you missed his visits and the late night talks.

“Yeah, just a nightmare, I should probably get going though, you seem busy,” Bucky started rambling and backing out of the room. You didn't want him to leave and be alone in that condition.

“Hey, you can stay you know? If you want to, I mean. I am almost done anyway.” You looked up at him, hoping that he might say yes.

“You sure? I don't want to distract you or anything,” he down looked at you, looking just as hopeful as you did.

“Come over here, Barnes,” you gave him a comforting smile, “besides you haven’t made an excuse about your arm to come see me in a while now. I’m starting to miss ya.”

The soldier blushed at your words as he walked over to you and leaned against your desk facing you before his eyes widened when he started to realise what you said.

“What? I don’t make excuses about my arm!” his eyes widened, and he immediately looked much younger.

“Yes, you do! You always make these 'accidents' happen so that I'd have to fix your arm!” You laughed at his state of stupefaction and thought maybe if you managed to distract him and cheer him up he’d feel better. “ I don’t think you still realise that your arm is made out of vibranium, but you might know how hard it is to get a butter knife stuck in vibranium plates since you were the one who put it there. Or was it Steve?”

Giggles spilt out of you as you watched him sputter for a response.

"You underestimate how much Sam wanted to stab me with a butter knife!?" He tried to reason with you, but his statement sounded more like a question; Bucky sighed as he saw that no matter how much he could try the damage was already done.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t realise?” You were still giggling at him looking like a kicked puppy because of his ‘discovered’ secret.

“Yes? No...Maybe...Shut up!” His cheeks turned a darker shade of pink, and suddenly he remembered why he loved coming to see you all those times. His eyes drifted, and he found himself staring at you for a tad bit longer than he would have liked. His eyes suddenly glazed over and the joking manner the both of you had vanished in an instant.

“You know you can come over anytime you like right?” You placed your hand on his in what you hoped was a comforting manner.

You didn’t realise though that you put it on his metal one, and you shivered at the cold while he flinched form surprise and almost pulled his hand away from yours after being startled from you touching his hand, even though you worked on his arm countless of times.

“I mean it,” you squeezed his hand just the tiniest bit, “and I also meant the part when I said I missed having you around.”

He looked up at you, and you saw how glossy his eyes were, and it almost killed you how little affection and basic human kindness has been shown to this man.

“Can I hug you?” You couldn't stop yourself from blurting the words out, but you also didn't want to overstep his boundaries. The second he gave you a nod you moved to stand between his legs and threw your arms around him. You laid your head on his shoulder as he buried his face into your neck. His arms got tighter around you as you started to run your hands through his hair and you felt wet tears on your neck and the silent sob that travelled through his body. You turned your face towards his neck and placed a gentle kiss there, trying to soothe him.

“Hey, your tea is getting cold,” Bucky’s raspy voice was muffled by your neck, and you lifted your head as you moved your hands to cup his stubbled cheeks and wiping away at a rogue tear escaping his now puffy eyes.

“Don't worry about the tea, are you okay?” you repeated your question from before, wanting him to give you an honest answer.

“I’m better now, thanks Y/N.” He gave you a shy smile which you returned.

“Anytime Buck.”

"I still put effort into that tea though, and I expect you to drink it Y/L/N," he looked at you sternly, trying to lift the mood of the conversation. " I don't understand why you like it so much anyway, it smells so weird."

"I appreciate your effort to make my tea despite your distaste for it, however, don't judge a tea before you drink it." You reached around him to grab the mug.

Bucky wrinkled his nose at the tea, as he replied to you. "You know I'm not a tea person, doll."

"Bet I can get you to try it," you had a crazy idea pop into your plan, and it was just late enough for you not to think about it twice.

"You're on,"  Bucky smirked at you, completely oblivious to your devious plan.

You lifted the mug to your lips, took in a sip and set it down before hastily pressing your lips to his.

He froze for a second, before responding to you and tasting the warm liquid as he opened his mouth after you licked his lip as permission. You pulled on his hair and angled his head to deepen the kiss, he groaned as he nipped at your lower lip. He held his arms tighter around you before you pulled away. Now it was your turn to smirk at him.

"That was cheating," Bucky voice was still raspy and now a little breathless, but for a different reason this time.

"You didn't set any rules, Barnes," your smirk got a little bit wider as you almost whispered the words.

His pupils widened at how much lower your voice had got, and suddenly his gaze got so much darker.  

"Oh, shut up and kiss me," he tugged at your waist to pull you closer.

"Did you like the tea?" You teased him as you pulled out of his lip's reach.

"Hmm, I don't know, I need another taste of it to be sure." 

This time you didn't resist him.

[spideymybucky]

The Tequila Metaphor

Word Count: 1565

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Natasha, Wanda, Tony. 

Warnings: Angst, fight, insults. 

A/N  Hey guys, i know i haven’t written in a looong time but here I am with an entry to @prettyyoungtragedy 2K challenge. (Go follow her! I love love love her writing) I hope y’all like it. Ok it might be shit cause i didn’t know how to ended or maybe if you want, it could have a second part and be a two part entry. IDK. Feedback???? lots of love to y’all. Please feedback, i’m neglecting every assignment i have to do this.

Prompt: “where is the tequila? Who drank my tequila!” In bold!

You didn’t know how to cope with emotional pain; hell, you even ignored it until it was to much and, well, you exploded. It was something you had always done, something that they had taught you to do. Showing your emotions was weak, they could be used against you in any way, thats why you never got close to anyone and maybe, just maybe, that’s why your in this position. Sometimes ignoring your feelings isn’t the best way to go, and it all goes to hell.

The night was calm, people were sipping on wine and eating crackers. God, did you hate these charity events that Tony made you attend. Your skin-tight dress hugged you in every way possible, without mentioning the 12 inch heels you were wearing, making you look gorgeous and desirable to every men in the room, who were staring. Feeling uncomfortable with each look, it was Tony’s small vengeance for the lack sympathy and team effort, you fleeted from the party to the compound, getting there within five minutes.

“M’am it would be 15, total.” The tired cab driver pointed to the taximeter.

“Yeah, here you go” you got out of the cab, heels in hand darting to the entrance. The ring of your phone going off every minute with Tony’s designated tone. God, you just needed a good drink, a pure shot of something. No-what you needed was a pure shot of that expensive tequila you bought a while ago. Yes, that was it.

Getting out of the elevator and into the common room, you hear the laughter of a distinguished super soldier and followed by a female voice.  You heart stops momentarily, he was supposed to be asleep by now, that was the whole point of returning at this time. Closing your eyes, you let out a sigh and nodded. Ok, you were going to sneak in and get the tequila, go back to your room and forget this ever happened. That seemed easy right? Yeah, for a well trained spy like her, but yet again he was a super soldier with enhanced hearing. He had already heard her coming.

“Sometimes I just like wanna stop everything and like sleep all day. Do you get it? Like, sorry I know I’m like weird and stuff…” The unknown girl continued talking to Bucky. He wasn’t interested in her, maybe her body a bit but it was all a distraction.

“Yeah, I guess I do understand.” He mumbled. Light footsteps were getting closer, he already knew who it was and this was his only chance, he had to do it. He moved closer to the pink hair girl, as she giggled. He let out a small chuckled and started stroking her leg.

You entered quietly the room, darting straight to the kitchen without acknowledging them. You were already hurt, heart broken in fact, what more can you take? Looking through the counters for your tequila, you couldn’t find it. It wasn’t where you left it, had someone grabbed it? Maybe, you missed placed it but you were sure it was there. Then you turn around and look where Bucky was with her. You walk up to them and clear your throat.

“Where is the tequila?” Your eyes showed no emotion, just a cold stare that darted between the pink haired whore-you wanted her to be that-and Bucky. The girl flinched closer to Bucky, who just shrugged.

“Don’t know.” Bucky quickly responded.

“You sure ‘bout that?” You asked looking at him.

“Yes (Y/n), now please leave”  You rolled your eyes and just stood there looking at the room, trying to find something to lead you on. You were sure it was where you left it, on the left counter behind the syrup.

“For fuck sake, just tell me where it is!” You shouted impatiently. You wanted to leaved, in fact needed to leave the room and be as far way from James and his baby blue eyes.

“I don’t fucking know (Y/N)” He stood up, following you to the kitchen. “Maybe you should look better, you might have misplaced it or it just didn’t fucking exist”

“Why wouldn’t it fucking exist? You idiot” You shouted back.

“Most things don’t exist with you, so why should the tequila exist?” You rolled your eyes at his retort, still looking through the counters. Maybe it’s in the trash, she thought.

“I just want the fucking tequila James, nothing else.” You squatted, leveling yourself with the trash. You took the lid of and found your expensive tequila bottle, the one you bought on your only vacation to Mexico.  You grabbed it and slowly rose up, looking at the pink haired girl and Bucky-who had returned to sitting with her.

“Who drank my fucking tequila!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, making Bucky and the pink haired, big boob, girl jump. What you didn’t realize was that Wanda and Natasha had woken up, and they were entering the common room.

“I-I’m s-sorry, I swear I didn’t know-”  Bucky grabbed her, pulling the pink haired girl behind him.

“It’s just a fucking drink. It doesn’t have personal value, nothing has for you.” Bucky regretted the moment it came out but it was too late. You looked at him slightly hurt for a second, but then returned to your furious self.

“It actually does have personal value James”  He rolled his eyes and nodded.

“Sure, cause you’re all so capable of having an attachment.” He retorted at you. Both of you had unfinished business, the poor girl had just been caught in the middle. Sure, Bucky knew It was your tequila, with a small warm inside, tradition from Mexico. You only drank it on rare occasions, when you were really happy or just extremely sad. This was intended to be the latter.

“I am capable of letting myself be attached, just like I did with my tequila you asshole.” You said stepping closer. You didn’t know when the pink haired girl let herself become angry, but Natasha saw it. It was the moment Bucky and you were closer than ever, eyes connected in a staring competition.

“For fuck sake It just tequila, I’m sorry I drank it.”  The pink haired girl said. Her tight skin dress moved, showing to much of her, as she grabbed her purse. “Here, have a few hundreds you bitch.” She finished, throwing the money to you, as she pulled Bucky a part.

You were startled at first, looking at the money for a few seconds and then it all went to hell. You were about to throw yourself to her when Natasha grabbed you. Bucky was just staring eyes wide. You looked at him, trying to see if he was going to do something to her or tell her off but he didn’t. Nat shook her head silently.

“I thought you could’ve done better than this Bucky.” You paused looking at him, tears welled up into your eyes, You felt defeated, all these feeling coming to you. The fight was never about the tequila fuck, it was about something else.

“At least better than me…” You mumbled out for only him to hear. You nodded at Wanda and Nat, leaving the room. You slowly walked out and than, after being out of site, you ran to your room.  

Bucky looked at you leave, that when it sinked in. He was dumb, stupid in fact. He was the tequila bottle, she was attached to him and he blew it. This time it wasn’t her fault but his. How did they get here?

“Ugh that bitch finally left, right?” The pink haired girl said. She looked at Bucky, who had a stoic expression on. He turned towards her and nodded.

“I think its time you left, Ash.” His cold demeanor wasn’t a hint to her, she shook her head.

“I think no, we can still have fun.” She responded.

“Leave now or I’ll hurt you.” Wanda thick accent sounded around the room. Ash looked at Natasha who backed off.

“You heard her, leave” The red headed (yes, Nat before IW) said.

“Ugh, whatever. Fine. I’m leaving.” She stormed out.

Bucky sat down, his face on his hands. It wasn’t supposed to end up like this, maybe (Y/N) admitting her feelings but not like this. He fucked up real bad and he knew it.

“You need to fix this Barnes.” Natasha spoke up before leaving the room.

“How?” He said looking at Wanda. She smiled and shrugged.

“You know her more than we do, Barnes.” She said imitating Nat. “Go get her”

He nodded and smiled. He didn’t know what he was going to do or how he was going to do it, but he was going to get you back. He now knew you did have feelings, sure you didn’t show them and Bucky also knew that but he needed this. He smiled at the door in front of him where his future laid at. He took a deep breath and knocked. This time they would both work on this, he will be patient and she will give him a response in return, because you were his dream, his pain, his life, and his world. You were everything good to him, the antonym of Hydra. You were going to be his.

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Prettyyoungtragedy 2k Writing challenge!

FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU ALL SO FUCKING MUCH! 

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So to celebrate my lil milestone! I want to do the age old Tumblr tradition of a writing challenge!

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A few rules before we get started:

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You can write for any character so long as they’re from any MCU movies/comics or tv shows.  you can also write for any Chris Evans or Sebastian Stan character.

all lengths are accepted; Oneshots, drabbles or series.  word minimum is 500.  There is no maximum

Any genre is allowed fluff, au, angst, smut, etc.  just make sure you include all warnings at the beginning of your submission, and add a “KEEP READING” Cut please!

if you write smut i beg that you’re over 18 to submit it. no peter parker/Shuri smut PLEASE

Must be reader insert

One prompt/song lyric per writer!

The prompt must be used as a basis for you fic!

Tag me @Prettyyoungtragedy in your A/N so I can add them to my masterlist page!

Please tag your work with  #PYT2k and #PYTwritingchallenge

Deadline to post your submission is 11th July 2018 (MY BIRTHDAY)

send me an ASK or Message with what prompt you want and what character it is for so I can update this list and there are no repeats!

Prompts:

AU’s:

College!AU – @mcu-peterparker

Single Parent!AU – @alongwinter 

Soulmate!AU – @stark-spangledbanner w/ Bucky Barnes

Royal!AU – @Anotherrotter 

Neighbour!AU – @stuckyfox w/ Steve Rogers

Fake Lover!AU – @buchonians w/ Carter Baizen

Dialogue:

“Do you even know how to use a phone?” - @notimetoblog w/ Bucky Barnes

“Yes? No...Maybe...Shut up!” - @gotov-otvechat w/ Bucky barnes

“Don’t leave me...”, “I wont. I got you, soldier” - @writingsbychlo w/Bucky Barnes

“What is up with Y/N?”, “Her moms here.”, “Oh god, Satan’s here?!” - @lostinthoughtsandfeelings w/ ?

“Somehow you don’t even have to open your mouth to make my head hurt!” - @macaroni-marvel 

“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.” - @fxnrisulv w/ Steve Rogers

“I can fix that!”, “No, I am calling a professional!”, “I am a professional!!”, “A more professional, professional!” - @blackirisposts w/ Bucky Barnes

“You’re the crown prince of collateral damage!” - @henrietteoaks w/ Loki

“I love you!”, “I know.” - @awwtommo w/ Bucky Barnes

“Where is the tequila? Who drank my fucking tequila!” - @spideymybuck w/ Bucky Barnes

“How long can you keep this up?!”- @rhiisnotawitch w/ Bucky Barnes

“Do you know how long I have waited for this?” - @hereforsumbucky w/Bucky Barnes

“Welp...Its definitely bigger than i expected” - @softhairbarnes w/ Bucky Barnes

“Do you have to smell so good all the time?” - @steve-rogers-personal-hell w/ Steve Rogers 

“what’s your darkest desire?” - @poeticbarnes w/ Bucky Barnes

“Is this okay?” - @readitandweepfics w/ Steve Rogers

“Shower?” “Shower!” - @buckysforeverprincess w/ Stucky

“Touch me...” - @sinceimetyou w/Steve Rogers

“God, you have that fuck me face again.” - @4theluvofall w/ Bucky Barnes

Places:

Library - @acreativelydifferentlove w/ Bucky Barnes 

Avengers compound - @evanstar w/?

Eiffel tower - @hamiltonwrite12 w/ Tony Stark

Coffee shop - @captain-brns w/ ?

Steve’s room - @greeneyedgirls4 w/ Bucky Barnes

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Light

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 4000

Warnings: Angst and fluff - my two favourite things in the whole world. Also drinking, language. And some fluffy smut, so 18+ only readers allowed. Don't read this if you're under 18, please and thank you.

Summary: Steve Rogers on a starlit roof.

A/N: This is for the super amazing @prettyyoungtragedy​’s super celebration of reaching 2K+ followers (except she seriously is worth at least twice that!!!). Her writing is so bloody good - top mentions to It's Complicated and It’s All Fun and Games Until You Catch Feelings. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR HOSTING you beautiful human 💕💕

My prompt for this challenge was the “Avengers’ compound”. This one takes place after TWS. Song inspiration here, here, and here.

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There were a handful of things Steve Rogers found inane about parties.

Drinking. Small talk. Shouting over music that lacked any melody or composition just to get a point across. The utter impossibility in being able to have a connection with someone without the social lubricant of alcohol. A compound designed for tactical missions transformed into a frat house of disrepair.

Tony with his dazzling personality and tendency to hide a loneliness within him that only Pepper could soothe.

Clint. All reliability and sharp-tongued wit matched only by a kindness very few saw if they paid enough attention.

Nat. All understated confidence and instinct. A sweetness in her disposition that shadowed her innate ability to completely disarm you in all the worst ways.

Sam. All charisma, heart and loyalty in the right places.

And you. Where could he begin with you.

Steve watched you from the perimeter of the room. Music loud in his chest. Roaring laughter. Your eyes sparkling as Sam traded anecdotes with his hands. Animated, bellowing tones as he humoured you with stories.

Chipped fingernails traced the rim of your drink. The corners of your mouth upturned as he regaled tales of his latest date. You adored Sam, but sometimes his stories got a little much. It was harder for you to pay attention tonight, music thrumming through your chest and a heaviness pulling in your stomach as you felt those blue eyes on you through the cacophony across the room.

“Hey.” A scream of red locks in the corner of your eye. Kisses on either cheek and the warmth of her hug spread from your shoulders as Nat approached you. Amusement shone behind her eyes.

“Hey hey,” Sam welcomed the interruption, tones drawled. “What game is this?”

Nat gave him a withering look that didn't last before she burst into a grin that seemed to shine a light through the vast, darkened room. “Just saving my girl from your tales of woe.”

“Oh, that's how it is?” He glanced at you, a question in his eyes.

“I'm so sorry, Sam,” you laughed. “I really am paying attention.” A sip of your drink. Scotch on ice. Small apologetic smile. “I just don't understand how Red Wing helped you score a date with a sergeant of New York's greatest precinct?”

"He's my wingman,” he took a sip of his bottle, lips pursed in frustration and a little bemusement. Laughter shining behind his eyes. “Plus he’s cute.”

“Sure, Sam.” You giggled again.

You turned to Nat, noticing a stray hair. Curled your fingers to the strand of fire and curved it gently behind her ear. Clint came to rest beside her, drink handed to his partner, and his lips brushed with earnest against the side of her head. Affection pulling the corners of her mouth as she laughed while Sam again began to retell his story.

You looked at Clint, your eyes teasing. “Sorry, mate - didn't mean to make you jealous.”

“Oh no, by all means - continue.” A chuckle bubbled in the back of his throat. Laced with some unspoken hesitance. Clint’s eyes flitted to him on the other side of the room, knowing he was watching the whole scene. “I’m not the one who seems jealous.”

It was now that you finally let yourself glance to him. Steve Grant Rogers. Captain. America's favourite golden boy shadowed on the edges of a lively crowd of joy laced with just a little bit of debauchery.

That familiar dark blue shirt framed his form in ways you were finding harder to get out of your mind. Sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms. He'd let his hair grow a little longer than his usual crew cut style. It faded to a dark golden mask, framing a jawline that your fingers ached to touch. Unshaven for a week, you'd carefully estimated. Maybe two. Leaned against the wall, eyes to the floor in concentration as Agent Hill, your boss and part-time confidant, approached. Put something in his hands. Words mouthed in his ear, eyes glanced at yours from across the room and you felt your face awash. Concerned. A sympathetic smile shared to your hopeful eyes and Maria wandered back into the crowd.

The sliver of a photo encased in its paper confines was enough.

Steve ignored your gaze worrying on him and swallowed the rest of his drink. Scotch. No ice. Burning anger down his throat as he set the drink down on the bar on his way through the crowd. The small envelope carving a hole in his pocket.

He moved toward you. A golden electric current shooting through a gridlock of pulsating bodies. Nodded acknowledgement at Sam. Clint. Nat. She knew what he was after before you did. Took the glass from your hand, sad smile to your startled face as Steve seized your arm and pulled you from the room.

“Roof.” His voice low in your ear and aching through your heart. “Now.”

Skin ignited like wildfire where he grabbed you. Drawing you towards the elevator, its glass walls betraying the shiver you tried to stem in the pit of your stomach. The small space tightened in the silence. Tense. You let out a breath and opened your mouth.

“Steve –”

“Don't.”

Pained. Fingers combed through his hair once. Twice.

A memory laced itself into your mind as the doors parted. Pulled you to him as you ascended the last stairwell to the top of the compound. The roof. Your place. His.

It had been another one of Stark's latest and greatest parties. Not so much for you. You were on the highest roost of the compound, mulling over the latest intelligence reports Agent Hill gifted to you just before the day was done. Her words. The office was stifling for work most days – you preferred the open air of the universe. The Stark brand of blue, holograms of information looked better in this light anyway, you’d decided. It was hard to say no to the stars.

Steve had wandered up to the roof that night. Avoiding the party. Mind heavy on a certain James Buchanan Barnes and his whereabouts. He’d expected you were helping Agent Hill.

He hadn't expected you on the roof that night.

“What are you doing here, Rogers.”

A small smile played on his lips. Cheeks lightly dimpled. Eyes curious. So blue you had to remind yourself not to look too long. Slate grey sweater pulled close against his form. Hiding the physique you came to memorise so well in the corners of your mind from the hours of training he shadowed with you.

You swallowed your rapidly beating heart. Closed the files and contented yourself with finishing them later in your room that night.

“Too many people,” he told you. “No air.”

You'd jumped down from your ledge, knees swinging and landed lightly on your feet.

“View’s definitely better up here anyway,” you replied, tucking the files into the inside pocket of your jacket. A way to hide your shaking hands.

Steve glanced at you, weighing the meaning behind your words. “Is that so?” He didn't miss your palm smoothing down the front of your jacket.

You followed his eyes, catching his intentions. “We're tracking a source through Croatia,” you told him gently. “We'll find him, Steve.”

He let out a breath. That familiar crease between his eyes appeared just a fraction before he fixed his face again. Hands buried in the pockets of his jeans. Guilty he'd put the unspoken question to you and that you’d realised before he could pull it back in time.

“Thank you.” Steve took a step towards you. You gave him a small smile and he felt its warmth rise through his face.

A moment passed before you spoke up. Stepping away. “I should head down and finish these –”

Steve rested a hand on yours before you could finish.

“Stay?” The question soft in his eyes. “I could use the company.”

He waited a fraction of forever for your answer.

“Okay.”

The stars looked different tonight. Pin-pricked embroidery across an ink night sky. Dimmer. The air almost suffocating and Steve had to swallow the simmer threatening to spill from his body.

You watched him. Waiting. And then realisation pulled at your heart, like a stray thread from a sweater. Unravelling vulnerability and comprehension before you as he turned to face you.

“How long have you known?”

His words hit you like a freight train. The one you always knew was coming. Heavy. Devastating.

You steeled your face to armour the fear of crumbling before him. Inhaled a breath that took everything within you to measure.

“A few days,” you said at last.

“Do better.”

His words were ice.

“Monday. 0300 hours.” You were almost proud of how well you talked business. “One of Nat’s old connections came through and spotted Barnes at the –”

The doorframe hit your back with the force of his question. His grip on your arm firm. Anger ironed out throughout his form. You didn't tell him as soon as you knew. A grimace almost gave you away as you locked your gaze on him.

Steve watched your resolve unsteadied behind your eyes. He knew you were too stubborn to let go.

“Why.” He let go. Almost threw you to distance himself.

You settled yourself again. Watching the light dim from his eyes.

“To keep him safe,” your voice told him.

To keep you safe, your heart cried. Selfish.

“That's why I didn't tell you.”

“That's not your decision to make,” Steve shot back.

The eyes that glanced back at you now were dark. Fury crested in his exquisite face. And your heart broke.

Steve hadn't planned on you.

Your easy words. How your fingers massaged your palms when you were thinking. The way you would tie and untie your hair in that godforsaken ponytail when you were tired or anxious, fingers combing through, pressing kinks down flat against your head. The wild light in your eyes whenever you managed to get one over him on the gym mats. How you always managed to find him when he ached over his lost brother. Warming his hesitant heart.

He hadn’t planned on you at all. Though, the stray nights on the rooftop told him otherwise.

Nat had clocked him on a late night mission when he came down to the kitchen. A brief to fetch hot chocolate. Maybe ice cream if Sam hadn't swiped it.

“You like her, Rogers,” she mused over her midnight coffee. Watched him pull two mugs from the cupboard.

“Maybe.” Three spoonfuls. Two marshmallows. A lot of milk. “Maybe not.”

“Maybe fuck yourself.” Nat finished. One of the movies you made them watch that one time. The laughter in her eyes settled on her lips.

Steve scoffed. More concerned with the concoction in front of him than the readings from a beloved friend.

“Maybe she likes you,” Nat pressed on. Teasing. Measuring the coffee before her senses. A sip.

He gifted her a wearied glance. Head tilted, then shaken with the corner of a smile that told her otherwise. Hot chocolate complete, he balanced both mugs in one hand, ice cream in the other.

“Good night, Nat.”

“Oh, I'm sure it is,” came her reply and Steve chose to ignore her. Striding his way back up to the rooftop to rejoin you.

It had felt extra bright that night. Glowing fairy lights sprinkled across the midnight sky. You swore it was bluer than the night before.

The rooftop door opened. Steve. Two mugs in his hand and ice cream in the other as your hands reached for it, lifting the lid.

“Looks like Sam got to most of it.” You showed him the contents. Three mouthfuls. Maybe less, judging by the less than amused expression on his face.

“Typical.” Steve handed you a spoon. Set the mug beside you as well as himself as you turned back to your files. Mouthful of ice cream balanced on your lips.

Amused if not a little fascinated, he watched you skim over them. Brain shuffling through the questions and libraries in your mind. Spoon set down as you reached for the mug, humming heat through your hands.

“Did you know,” you began, eyes closed. Cupping the mug and rested its warmth gently against your cheek. “The light from the stars no longer exists? Whatever light we see is from a time before us.”

“Sounds familiar,” Steve breathed quietly. Your eyes opened and a sad smile played on your lips as you watched him lean back on his hands, glancing up at the sky.

You mulled over his words, turning over the meaning behind them. Looking at him was like looking back in time. And yet like starlight, he was still here.

“Hey,” you moved closer to him and rested your legs beside his own. “You’re here.” Let yourself warm your hands against his cheeks and your heart shivered. “I’m here. We’re in the same time.”

A beat. Another. The moment came. And then it went. A meteor blazed across the sky, mapping its way into his heart.

You moved to turn back to those files when Steve reached for you. Thumbs against your cheek, tucked a hair gently behind your ear.

Everything became muted when he pressed his lips to yours. Slow. Tentative. A question of longing. Your lips opened in answer and his kisses came harder. Faster. Heated. Fingers knotting through your hair and it feels like you’re both fighting to drink the night in one shot before the stars went to sleep. Arms around his neck. Forearms like fire against your back and you realised he’d pulled you into his lap. Breathless. Like you were trying to breathe the air right from his lungs.

Steve groaned as you shifted against him. “Maybe we should…”

You pulled away, embers crackling in your belly and you press your lips against his cheek. Fingers brushed the back of his neck. Tried to steady your breathing.

“Maybe we should stop,” you finished for him. Carefully moved to climb out of his lap. He stopped you. Blue eyes flamed and blown with need. Hands gripped your thighs.

“No,” he kissed you again. Urgently. “I meant something else.”

Two empty mugs sat side by side on the roof with an ice cream tub until the morning.

Sam Wilson was worried about you.

He was a little worried about Steve too, but you. After that party, you’d spent the last three days in that office and then the last three nights in your room afterwards. Those missing person's briefings were shorter. Colder. You and Steve barely acknowledged each other. Glances avoided.

Sam Wilson was annoyed and worried about you.

He cornered you on the way to your room on the fourth evening. You'd smashed together some appropriation of dinner when you heard the others approaching the kitchen. You slipped out, moved quickly toward the quiet of your room. You felt Sam's feet, light and fast behind you and you tried to close your door before it became too rude to do so.

“Hey,” his tone was soft. Concerned. “Care to join us?”

Us.

“Not tonight,” you let out a breath, fixing your eyes on his kind face. Plastered shadow of a smile to convince him to back off.

Sam’s eyes were sparkling. “Sure girl,” he grinned. “But tonight's the last night you'll see this bodacious face.”

A burst of laughter eased the tightness in your chest. Familiar. Warm.

“I really need to get these files to the team tonight,” you chuckled quietly. Plastered smile now genuine. You were so grateful for his presence.

“Sounds like a long night,” Sam offered. One last attempt to convince you.

That familiar sadness began to settle back into your belly. They were leaving in the morning to find him. Bucharest, Romania according to the intel. No one knew how long they would be gone.

You swallowed. Strengthened your face.

“It's alright, Sam,” you said at last. “I'll come find you in the morning.”

“You better.” His warm drawl finally accepting your decision. “I’ll miss ya if you don’t.” And then he was gone. Jogging down the hallway towards his last meal.

Air passed through your lungs, breath shaky. Pushed closed the door behind you. Lukewarm dinner cast aside on the desk and you sunk down to the floor of your darkened room. The sunset dimming your half-drawn windows and you forced your body to keep itself from shattering.

Morning dappled light into the quiet room. Eyelashes cast their own shadow. Locks golden in the early glow. Lined his nose, the tops of his cheeks. Perfect. Still. Save for the rise and fall of his shoulders, his chest, poured into the shirt he'd thrown on the night before when he feigned a chill in your room.

It was immeasurably difficult to keep your eyes from him. Committing every detail, lining permanence in your mind. Doubting yourself a visitor of a dream. You were enamoured, he was enchanting. And he was here. With you.

“It's rude to stare.” His whispered words teased a small smile on your face. Watched his eyes open slow. A breath. In. Then out.

“Can’t help it.” The words felt imaginary in your mouth and fingertips touched the curve of his jawline ever so gently.

Steve melted you closer, your cheek rested on the part of his neck that was now shaped like you. Lips brushed easy on your crown, hair pushed back by his long fingers and tucked gently behind your ears. Palm on your cheek, heat rising to your face. Lifting your chin just so. Studied your eyes, full. Affection aching in his chest.

You were always so taken by the blue in his eyes. Touched with a little green if you searched in the right light.

If only you knew he was just as taken by all the minutiae of you.

Steve kissed you like the thunder before a perfect storm. Slow and sultry becoming fast. Crackling like lightning. Urgent. Wanting. Hands opened fire across your skin, pulling the hem of your shirt over your head. Lips on your neck. Shoulders. Chest. A soft whimper escaped your mouth and he answered with his lips drinking your own. Pressing his need against your tongue and between your thighs.

Fingers yanked downwards, fabric kicked off carelessly. His hands threaded rough in your hair. Mouth almost bruising your own. Teeth. Lips. Tongue. Hips against yours just so and his name escapes your lips. Breathless. Shivered through his body, threatening to disintegrate him.

His hands grasp your waist. Firm. Pushed forward and your eyes meet his own. Blown with fire. Glowing.

You swore you saw stars. Steve pulled you back, hands on either side of your face, beckoning you. Your fingers traced the perfect line of his jaw as he folded himself into all the hidden infinite parts of you. Wrapping you in sandalwood and a touch of earth. His favourite laundry. Warmth. Light.

Everything is quiet. Hazy. Agonising and sweet all at once.

And then it feels like you’ve been detonated. You cried out and he pulled you with him. Falling. Coming undone hard and fast, until you’re spent. Shallow breaths slowed as you search for feeling to come back to your limbs.

Noses grazed in the comedown. Heated. Smile pressed against your neck, his lashes tickled against your skin. His lips are heaven. Soft.

Fingers traced absent circles on the curve of your shoulder in the light of the dawn. An eternity goes by before he speaks.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

You’re sure this is what it feels like when a heart explodes.

“Sure you are, Rogers.” You pressed closer to him. Savouring the moment for as long as you can.

You push up onto your elbows. Measuring yourself high enough to meet his gaze. Lush on yours and you almost believe him.

A small smile plays on your lips and Steve can’t help himself. Kisses you. Hungry. Hands brushed through your hair and he decided the morning briefing could wait just a little longer.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y?”

It was almost one in the morning when you finished surveying the files. Choosing at last to ask the question kneading in your belly. “Where is Steve?”

“Captain Rogers is in the library.” A pause. “Shall I tell him you’re looking for him?”

You were always looking for him.

“No,” you let out a small sigh. Unplugged the USB from your system and tucked it into the pockets of your sweatpants. “Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

You padded out of your quarters. Tied your hair up as your feet carried you around a corner. Let it back down as they steered you up the stairs toward the library. Scooped it back up again as you came to rest in front of the door. Lips chewed at the corner of your mouth. You took a few breaths, pretending to be brave before you pushed open the door to the library.

Steve felt your presence before the door closed shut. Chose not to look up from his notes. Sketched counsel now slower. Distracted.

He heard you approach. His name uneasy in your voice. Full.

You shadowed the glow of the light on his page and he finally let himself look to you. A grim smile pressed across your face as you pulled out the USB. Weighted in your palm. Waiting.

“What is it?” His tone was measured. So skilled he was at hiding the weariness threatening to spill from his throat.

You gave him five words. “Everything I found on Barnes.”

Five words. Forgive me. I love you.

Steve covered your palm with his own. Eyes steeled to yours. “Thank you.”

You finally noticed he’d shaved his beard. Hair cut to his usual. Same but different. Captain America was back and the light of Steve Rogers was gone.

Silence crept unease into the room and you turned to leave. Padded to the door as you heard him turn a page in his notepad.

“Good night, Steve.”

You let the door shut behind you and you were running back to your room before you let your heart stay.

The next morning, you thought twice about going to the hangar deck. Maybe three times. A heaviness in the pit of your stomach and your chest.

But then Sam. Always Sam. Trying to make things easier. Better.

Standing awkwardly, listening to his latest story. Distracted laughter in your throat as you chipped away the polish from your fingernails. The weight of departure hanging in the air.

You felt him before you saw him. He brushed passed you both. Determined strides toward the quinjet.

Sam gave you a hug. Strong arms and cold hands betraying his warm heart and sorrow for you. His sweet dark eyes gentle on yours.

“Give him time,” were his words. You already knew the time was gone. “I'll see you soon, yeah?”

Sam matched the small smile on your face. You hoped so.

Steve was at the quinjet. Waiting.

You watched Sam walk over to him.

“Steve,” you blurted out. The only allowance of your regret. Feet carrying you to him before you could stop yourself. Steadied your voice. “I hope you find what you're looking for.”

A breathe pulled from his lips. Eyes closed, opened even slower. Blue eyes quiet now and you realised you could no longer see the green speckled in them. The inside of his cheek tensed, weighing his response.

Always a delay. You were always behind with the light of a man from the past. Never here at the same time.

“Look after yourself,” he said at last.

The sadness in his eyes was your last gift as the roar of the engine doppled to a conclusion faster than you wanted. Shield armoured his back against your burning gaze as he walked onto the quinjet.

He didn't look back.

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[hereforsumbucky]

“Do you know how long I have waited for this?”

Summary: Finally bucky won this round. 

Bucky x Reader

Warnings(?): lil fluff/humor??? 

Word count: 719

A/N: This is my submission to the kween @prettyyoungtragedy ‘s 2K writing challenge!! when I saw this dialogue, my brain is leading to write it as angst but then I told myself i should really take a break writing angst since it includes me literally like writing my own heartbreak. so i try to write a fun/humor-ish one. 

(gif ain’t mine, mad props to whoever made it!!!!!!!) 

“okay listen up, you and bucky are set upstairs to distract the guards to get the files that was stolen while me and natasha stay downstairs for lookout.” Steve pointed our positions for our next mission.

The three of us nodded

“so here is what we’re gonna do, I-“

“why do you always have to plan out every time we’re paired together?” bucky blurted

steve and nat looked at each other then to us “okay we’ll leave you guys to it, goodluck” as they walked away from us

“because all my plan work bucky,” looking back at bucky, continuing “so I will be-“ but then he cuts me off again.

“no, because you don’t see or even acknowledge my plans.” He snaps back

I took a deep breath already being done arguing with bucky “okay, fine. Let’s try it your way bucky if that’s what will get you to shut up about this.”

“see doll if you’re always this easy you’ll know other ways to shut me up” he smirks

I smacked his arm for his remark, acting like that affected him for a bit laughing then he continued and talked me through his ‘plan’.

“And that’s how we’re gonna do it.” He smiled smugly

“this is stupid.” leaving him with a scowl on his face

“hey hey! Be ready in 5 minutes!” he shouted while I continue walking down the hall

suiting up for the mission I gathered all my gear needed and I heard a knock

“just come in already bucky” I shouted from the bathroom

“if you want me too doll I will”

Even not looking at him I know he’s smirking. Walking back to the bedroom he was waiting for me sitting on my bed.

“oh my god do you even take a break? Do you always have something to say with every little thing that doesn’t even need to have a ‘dirty’ meaning to it?”

that left him with a chuckle , “come on, let’s go”

meeting with Steve and Natasha in the foyer waiting for the quinjet we discussed our plan one more time then soon left.

“okay you guys are up” Steve said through the ear piece.

Crouching our way through every hall we walked bucky told me his plan again “… okay doll remember-“

“yeah yeah I got it, you said it to me a hundred times”

“I know” He smacked my ass “now go get em” I try to retaliate “shh save it for them doll” I rolled my eyes at him and finessed my way through the guards with bucky following behind me.

“doll remember the plan ok” he told me as he punches his way to me.

“kinda busy here!”

“just do the way she does it!”

“ugh hold on!”

“do it! But with a lil Nat at the end!”

as I turn around the corner eyeing two guards guarding the door I walked slowly

“oh gosh im lost do you guys know where to go to the-“ purposely  dropping my knife, I bended getting their attention and then realizing what I was getting and then I

“hey-“

snapped. Slitting both of their arms wrapping my body to both of their bodies taking them down.

“and that’s how you do it” bucky said walking in the room to retrieve the stolen files.

“I can’t believe that worked”

walking out of the room “that’s right baby a lil bend and snap” and then kissed me on the cheek “and you did it perfectly”

“seriously bucky you gotta stop watching chick flicks, I mean come on legally blonde? Really?”

“Got the mission accomplished didn’t it?”

Rolling my eyes I followed him meeting up with steve and nat and went back to the tower.

Waking up still in my suit realizing I dozed off last night I walked in the kitchen seeing bucky preparing his breakfast. He looked at me and smiling

“what are you smiling about?” I asked him

“Do you know how long I have waited for this?” setting down his breakfast bowl to the counter.

sitting down at the counter grabbing a banana from his bowl “waiting for what?”

“me…being.. right..” he teasingly smiled at me

“oh come on it’s a stupid move, and-“

“shh shh let me have this moment” and then he left with his bowl.

(another) A/N:  HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!! PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE THAT!  i know im a lil rusty... BUT I HOPE IT GAVE YOU A SMILE JUST LIKE I DID WRITING THIS!! AGAIN CONGRATS TO @prettyyoungtragedy FOR HITTIN 2K!!! 

[hamiltonwrite12]

The Crystal of Lovers

[Name] stands atop of the Eiffel Tower, watching the people below. He/she smirks as they hold their hands out and close them, twisting a metal building. They lift their head up, spilling [h/c] hair down their back as they laugh, listening to the people scream at what happen.

  “Now that wasn't very nice.”

They focus their attention onto the new voice and glance at a metal red and yellow suit that was floating in front of them.

   They sneer, “That was the point. Playing nice isn't how you win wars.”

[Name] backs up and runs, jumping off the edge of the Tower, disappearing over the side causing the person in the suit to curse.

  “The enhance is gone.”

The suit moves following [Name] over the side.of the Tower. [Name] falls through the air before bending metal to make a staircase which they could run down and hit the ground gently. They look over their shoulder, cursing once they see the suit had followed them.

  [Name] yelled, “you never know when to stop do you Mr. Stark or should I say Iron Man!?”

They smile as they jump off the metal staircase, tearing their [outfit sleeve] as they run through the crowded area around the Tower.  Tony Stark hovers over the ground trying to find the enhanced in the crowd.

  “F.R.I.D.A.Y., find the enhance.”

The inside of his mask started to.zoom in and out on different people as F.R.I.D.A.Y. tries to focus the attention to the enhance.

  “Tony did you find them,” a new voice ask.

  Tony sighs, “They're gone and the crystal with them.”

Tony sighs as he lands on the ground and his suit begins to deattach itself from his body.

[Name] runs through the crowded area before stopping behind a bakery to try and catch their breath.

   “Finally, lost him.” [Name] pants and glance down at the crystal in their hand. “Why is this so special to them? What magic could this be holding?”

[Name] decides that (he/she) were going to break it. They bend metal around the crystal before (she/he) pull their hand away.

   “Let see why this crystal is so special.”

[Name] close their hand making the metal crush the crystal, which had crystal shards flying everywhere as a bright light covers [Name].

[Name] cover their (eye color) eyes as the light grows brighter.

 “Ah!”

The light engulf [Name] and then suddenly disappear leaving [Name] as a (boy/girl). Name uncover (her/his) hand and glance around the alley. Everything was in the correct place but time had stop moving and [Name] steps away from the wall glancing around.

   “Time stopped?”

(He/She) moves carefully walk to the street and walk through the crowd of frozen people. (He/She) walks through the once busy square until (she/he) bumps into a man making (her/him) fall into a puddle.

  “Hey! Watch it!”

[Name] glance up from where they had fallen and widen their (eye color) eyes at the person that stands in front of them.

    [Name] whispers, “Tony….Stark?”

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[prettyyoungtragedy]

Holy shit I love this so so much! 😍😍😍😍😍 I especially loved the part about Sam...! You did good with the prompt. It's one of my favourites!

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Author: @writingsbychlo Character(s): Bucky Barnes/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Sam Wilson/Reader Word Count: 4200 Notes: So, I wrote this for @prettyyoungtragedy ‘s 2k follower writing challenge! I’m super happy to finally post it, because I’ve been working on it for ages! I also turned it into a mini-series because it was getting suuuuuper long and I decided to split it up. There is brief mentions of death, torture and night terrors. My prompts were “Please don’t leave me.” and “I won’t, soldier, I got you.” Btw we’re completely ignoring the events of ‘Infinity War’ because it’s all bullshit and I refuse to acknowledge it. :) All my babies are alive and happy.

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Prettyyoungtragedy 2k Writing challenge! - Fic Masterlist

Submissions for my writing challenge! 

These are some quality fics!! Give them a read and show the authors some love!

If you have posted your fic and I haven't added it to the list, please send me the link so I can add it! :D Thank you!

-The four times Steve rogers almost kisses you and the first time he does by @pietrotheavenger

-Coffee by @captain-brns

-Tattoos by @stark-spangledbanner 

- The Art of Faking it by @baezen

- Missing you by @4theluvofall​

-Dark Desires by @poeticbarnes

-The Crystal of Lovers by @hamiltonwrite12​

-“Do you know how long I have waited for this?” by @hereforsumbucky

- Pizza Slices by @softhairbarnes 

- As professional as they come by @blackirisposts​

- New beginnings by @notimetoblog​

- Excuses by @gotov-otvechat 

- Steve’s room by @greeneyedgirls4

- Ultion by @kafawrites 

- Light by @evanstarff

- The tequila metaphor by @spideymybuck

- Shower? Shower! by @buckysforeverprincess

- Balconies and Libraries by @acreativelydifferentlove 

- Choose me instead by @readitandweepfics 

- Tan Lines by @sinceimetyou