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A few more randoms from Costa Rica.

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[endless-summer-soldier]

rub down

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

summary: after returning home from a tough mission, all you want is to relax and Bucky makes that so easy for you

warnings: 18+ only, smut, heavy foreplay, oral sex

word count: 1.8k

a/n: this is an old draft that I never finished and finally found the time to close it out. not my best writing and little to no plot, but it scratches a certain itch ;)

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The minute you stepped into your room, you fell into bed. You mustered up all your remaining energy to strip off your sweat-soaked suit. Before your eyes completely glazed over, you took one final glance at your phone. 4:27 AM. You knew he wouldn’t be awake, but you sent him a quick text: home.

“Rise and shine, gorgeous,” Bucky called, in an effort to wake you up. He was peppering kisses up your neck to your jaw and cheek. 

“Mmm...morning,” you whispered, melting into Bucky’s arms. “I missed you,” you added.

“I missed you too, baby,” he replied, planting another kiss on your cheek. “How was the mission?”

You turned in his arms so that you were facing him. You forgot how it felt to be under his sparkling gaze. 

“It went well. We ambushed them pretty good, but we were outnumbered so it took a little longer to take the place down.”

“How do you feel?”

“Good. A couple nicks and bruises, but nothing major. I’m just...exhausted.”

“I bet. I saw what time you got in last night. Sorry I couldn’t stay up for ya.”

“Oh it's fine. I didn’t expect you to.”

“So, what should we do today?”

“Mm...I just want to relax. Can we do nothing today?”

“I'd love to do nothing with you,” he gushed. You giggled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I’m gonna go for a run but how about you come over once you’re done with breakfast," he offered.

“And we can relax?” you asked.

“Absolutely.” He kissed your forehead and rolled out of bed as you curled back up into the sheets.

You snoozed for another hour or so before slowly making your way out of bed. You took a long, hot shower and dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. 

Once in the kitchen, you fixed yourself some breakfast and a cup of coffee. You sat on the balcony as you ate, paging through your latest novel and slowly sipping from your large mug of coffee. It was nice not having to think about anything. That was one of your favorite parts of coming home after a mission, along with sleeping in your own bed with Bucky. You finished up the chapter you were on and retired inside. You figured Bucky would be back from his run and you wanted to spend the rest of the day with him.

You knocked twice on his door and he quickly responded with, “Come on in, darling.”

The lighting was dim and there were several candles lit around the room.

“What’s all this?” you inquired with a tone of surprise.

“Just wanted to do something special for you,” he said, pressing a kiss on your cheek. It was then you noticed the massage table set up in the middle of the room. 

“You didn’t have to do all this. I would’ve been perfectly happy just snuggling and watching Netflix.”

“I know you would’ve. And that’s why you deserve this.”

“Thank you,” you placed a gentle hand on his jaw and stood on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips. 

“Now make yourself comfortable, I’ll come back in about ten minutes.”

You stripped down completely, placing your clothes together in a tiny pile. You tied your hair into a top knot and crawled onto the massage table, placing your head face down in the headrest and pulling the sheet over your bare back. You closed your eyes and took a few deep inhalations to start relaxing your mind. The door opened and then shut quietly, as gentle footsteps neared you. Suddenly the sound of water flowing downstream was softly playing in the background.

“How’s the temperature?” Bucky asked, referring to the heated massage table.

“Perfect.” You noticed the faintest scent of peppermint as you heard the sound of strong, oiled hands rubbing together.

You could sense Bucky standing by your head. “Now I want you to clear your mind and just relax. Take a deep breath in,” he instructed. You followed his command and as you exhaled, his slick hands made contact with your back. He firmly pressed his hands down your shoulders to your tailbone and repeated the motion. You unconsciously released a sigh, enjoying the pressure and the dichotomy between his warm, flesh hand and his cold, vibranium one. He continued his motion, up and down your back, digging the heels of his hands in a little more with each stroke.

“You’re so tense, baby.” He was right of course. You’d been running on the minimum amount of sleep and thought of nothing but your mission for the past few weeks. Tense didn’t even begin to cover it. 

“We’ll work out all these knots. Don’t you worry.” Bucky shifted his attention to the tension in your shoulder blades. You weren’t sure where he learned this technique but he had mastered it. He would start with his right hand, lightly rubbing and warming up the affected area. Then he would increase the pressure with his metal fingers to break up the knots. You expected it to be painful, but it wasn’t. His touch was magic; it melted all your stress away. 

“If you ever want to retire from the Avengers, you’d make an incredible masseuse,” you commented.

He chuckled, “I don’t know about that. I’m only interested in having one client. These hands are all yours.”

“Mmm…” was all you could muster in return. He completed a few more circuits up and down your back and all your knots had disappeared. Bucky laid a hot, damp towel over your back and pressed down a few times.

Just when you thought he was finished, he pulled up the sheet to expose your right leg. He applied more oil and slid his slick hands from your ankle up to your hamstring. He moved back down and focused his attention on your foot. He dug his thumbs into your arches and you couldn’t help but let out a little squeal.

“That tickle?” he smiled.

“Just a little,” you said, holding back your laughter the best you could. Bucky finished on your foot and moved to your calf. Your legs were sore from near constant activity the past few weeks and his magic fingers carefully soothed all your soreness. He continued up your leg to massage your hamstring and repeated the process on your left leg. When he finished, he removed the towel from your back and lifted the sheet up towards your shoulders.

“Flip over for me.”

You followed his direction and he tucked the sheet under your arms, covering your chest. He placed a pillow under your knees and moved back down to your feet, focusing his attention on your quads. You should have realized your arousal sooner. But it wasn’t until Bucky ran his vibranium hand up your leg, stopping just short of your box that you realized you were getting wet. He continued the motion, massaging your quads and gently caressing your inner thighs. You kept waiting for him to progress, to touch you where you so badly wanted to be touched. But he didn’t. You considered grabbing his hand and directing it to your folds, but before you could make a move he shifted his position and was standing near your torso. He took your right arm in his hands and started massaging your forearm and then your bicep. He took your hand and massaged your palm and fingers with his vibranium hand. He moved to the other side of the table and did the same with your left arm. 

When he finished, he carefully placed your arm down at your side and stood at your head. He took your messy bun in his hands and said, “Can I take this out?” You nodded at him and he carefully pulled out your scrunchie, careful not to pull any of your hair. He immersed his fingertips in your hair, lightly scratching your scalp in a circular motion. It felt amazing and you let out a sigh without realizing. He moved his fingers down to the base of your skull and rubbed to alleviate some of the tension.  

Then he moved his skilled fingers to your neck, rubbing small circles down to your shoulders. He ran his hands under your shoulder blades and slowly clawed them out from underneath you. Then his big hands ran down your collarbone toward your chest. He massaged your pecs and slowly moved toward your breasts. You could tell your nipples were getting hard in anticipation and all you wanted was to feel relief. His hands circled your breasts and just when you thought he was going to give in, he pulled away. You let out a deep exhale, wondering how much longer he was going to tease you like this.

He had to know the effect he was having on you. It had to have been intentional. Was he going to make you beg? Did he want you to ask for him? He moved back down toward your feet and pulled the sheet up around your hip. He once again worked his way up your leg, carefully massaging your upper thigh. You almost lost it when his vibranium fingers brushed against your labia. You let out a sharp exhale and said, “Bucky…”

“Oh you like that?” he purrs. “You’ve been so patient for me.” You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at him.

“You want me to keep going?” he asked. All you could do was nod your head. He ran his fingers up and down your entrance before paying special attention to your clit. You inhaled sharply and laid back on the bed as he continued his handy work. You were in a fog of relaxation and pleasure as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of your entrance. His bionic fingers knew exactly what they were doing and found your G-spot effortlessly, pushing you to the edge of your orgasm. 

But before you could finish, he withdrew his hand and replaced it with his mouth. He devoured your cunt, lapping up your moisture and regularly swirling his tongue around your clit. By now, your left arm was hooked behind your head and your back was arching, unable to handle any further sensation.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, baby,” he whispered, and you immediately unfolded on the table. An unconscious moan left your lips and Bucky re-inserted his fingers into you while continuing to massage your clit with his tongue.

“Oh Buck,” you sighed, coming down from your natural high. Bucky finished up his task and greedily licked his lips, savoring every last drop he could. He collected a damp towel and carefully cleaned you up, treating you like the VIP you were. Once he tossed the used towel aside, you waved him toward you. When he reached your head, you sat up and outstretched an arm toward his face. 

You placed a hand on his jaw and said, “That was incredible. Thank you.” You pulled him close and shared your gratitude with your lips. 

He merely gave you a smile back and said, “Oh it's not over yet.” You cocked your head at him, awaiting further explanation, when he said, “I’m running us a bubble bath.”

[seresinhangmanjake]

Mere moments before Jake introduces his bubbly mother to his emotionally-stunted loner girlfriend

(it's basically just dialogue. I'm trying not to force myself into writing longer fleshed-out stuff for Jake atm because i’m struggling with it. Idk, it might be a full fic at some point):

“She'll hate me, Jake. You know that, right?”

Jake snorts and says, “My mother doesn't hate anyone. Arguably, she loves everyone.”

“Has she met a girl like me before?”

“No. But in all fairness, lots of people live their entire lives without meeting a girl like you. I just got lucky.”

“Gross.” Your nose wrinkles. “Will she try to hug me?”

“Yes.”

“Will she ask how we met?”

“Yes. She'll want details, too.”

“Well that's not happening. I do not gab and giggle over cutesy details. I physically can't.”

“Cutesy? When we met you told me to fuck off because I was blocking your sun, in those exact words. Who reads at the beach, anyway?”

“So many people, Jake. So many people read at the beach,” you say. “Tell her we met at a Starbucks. Moms love Starbucks.”

“If I tell her we met at a Starbucks she will want to take you to Starbucks and buy you Starbucks coffees, and you despise Starbucks.”

“Starbucks is not respectable.”

He sighs. “They're not the only ones who add syrup and whipped cream to coffee, you know.”

“They make the biggest show of it and charge the most money,” you argue. “Will she ask about my childhood? Because we both know that was shit, and since yours wasn't shit your mother will think we're incompatible.”

Shaking his head, Jake chuckles. “We are not incompatible, baby. ”

“I know that, but Jake, it took you six months to convince me we're good together and that the universe won't eventually pull it's fucked up ‘gotcha!’ bullshit. How long do you think it'll take for her to believe it?”

“Look at me,” he says, cupping your face. “You’re happy with me?”

You roll your eyes. “Well…yes, obviously.”

“And I am so happy with you. That's all she cares about.”

“I've got five bucks in my pocket. You up for a bet?”

A/N: I have no personal problem with Starbucks.

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The Jacuzzi Incident

Bradley Bradshaw x reader 4k words

summary: You spend your Christmas holidays with the squad in your uncle's cabin and sharing the jacuzzi with Bradley ends steamy in more than one way.

tagging a bunch of people who said they'd like to be tagged in more parts: @roostergooster @pono-pura-vida @chassy21 @startrekfangirl2233-fic-recs @schreksdoubledeckerhomechecker @sometimesanalice

a (not so) little addition to "Oh No, There's Only One Bed" and “Oh No, There's An Arm Around My Waist”, can be read seperately tho

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This was not what you had expected your Christmas holidays to go like.

To be honest though, it was all kind of your fault. You had most definitely got yourself into this situation. You couldn't even blame anyone else.

Why had you been so social anyway? So generous? Your uncle had offered you his "sanctuary in the middle of the woods", you, no one else. You didn't have to invite the squad to tag along. You could have been up here all alone, enjoying the snow, going skiing, taking walks - meditating or some shit, doing your own thing and living your life to the fullest. You'd have spent a peaceful, happy Christmas, visited your grandparents, maybe taken your uncle's truck and met up with one of your childhood friends who you only ever saw when you were here for the holidays.

But no.

This way you were sitting in a crowded, noisy kitchen, sipping your hot cocoa in a cozy poncho next to Coyote and listening to Phoenix and Jake bicker. Fanboy and Payback were sharing the couch, huddled close together under one blanket and watching their third Christmas movie - some rom com you usually would have been totally into if you hadn't been so incredibly focused on Bradley Bradshaw.

Because Bradley Bradshaw - despite the temperature - was leaning against the counter top opposite you, talking to Bob with a cup of coffee in his hands, a towel snug on his hips and his very naked torso in direct line of sight.

You were freezing your ass off inside and he was walking around shirtless.

Phoenix elbowed you in the side so hard you almost doubled over, your hot cocoa spilling onto your hand, making you hiss.

"Phee, what the fuck?", you complained, carefully putting your cup down on the kitchen table.

"You're drooling", she grinned, raising her eyebrows and you could have slapped her, honestly. You'd been here for about one and a half days now and you felt like you were going crazy already - you needed her support, not her teasing.

"I'm not", you insisted, a bit too harsh maybe, but just maybe.

She leveled you with that Phoenix stare that could make anyone in the near vicinity squirm, tilting her head to very obviously stare at Bradley and then back at you.

"You so are."

"Shut up!" You swatted at her bicep, turning to look at Bradley too and.... Yeah. Fine. Okay. Maybe you had been drooling just a little bit. But Bradley was an attractive man, who could blame you? You were friends, yes, platonic friends, but you could still appreciate that he was handsome, no?

Phoenix just chuckled, patting your shoulder as she left the kitchen, to go join Fanboy and Coyote maybe or to go shower or whatever - you couldn't even particularly pretend to care, not when Bradley suddenly looked at you, meeting your eyes, the corners of his lips tugging upwards just the slightest bit as he noticed you staring, your throat bobbing, your mouth drying up, setting off your fight-or-flight response instantly.

You decided to flee this time.

Like all the other times.

You looked away and scrambled off your chair, almost slipping on the laminate floors, sprinting through the doorway, through the living room and up the stairs until you could collapse onto your bed, face-first onto the pillows. You were sharing this room with Phoenix (the cabin was big, yes, but it wasn't that big. People had been forced to share) and you could smell her perfume on the sheets, reminding you that you really had to ask her where she'd got it from.

For a second you debated screaming.

You weren't really mad that you'd taken the squad with you. Not at all. The drive here had been fun already and the first evening as well and honestly, despite Jake constantly squabbling with everybody, you'd really been more than happy so far. But peaceful, like you'd wanted your Christmas to be? No, peaceful was a word that didn't exist with the squad around.

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. You sat up so fast that you got a head rush, blinking twice to make out Bradley leaning against the doorway - with jeans on and a sweater and a genuine smile on his lips.

"Hey", he said, all easy and smooth and you swallowed hard.

"Hi", you croaxed, leaning back onto your palms and staring up at him as he pushed himself away from the door and reached your bed in a few long strides. You forced yourself to stare right at his face, not allowing even your imagination to go any lower than that, because that might just have done you over completely.

"You left your cup in the kitchen. Thought I'd bring it to you before it goes cold", he explained, setting said cup down on your side table and oh yeah. He'd been carrying a cup. Your cup.

"That's- My Cocoa, right, yes! That's lovely, you're lovely, thank you."

You felt like you were stumbling over your own words, a flush of red settling in your cheeks. This was stupid. You were stupid. All of this was stupid. Bradley was a friend. You shouldn't be thinking like this. Why were you nervous? You'd known this man for years. You trusted him more than anyone else (which, perhaps, was just a side-effect of your job, but whatever).

And yet.

And yet you couldn't even say that this was the first time.

But you were fine! This was fine. Seriously fine.

Bradley made an appreciative noise somewhere in the back of his throat and sat down on the edge of your bed.

"No problem", he said, then paused for a second. "Everything alright? You seemed a bit off this morning."

"Oh!"

You were honestly a little surprised by that. You really shouldn't have been - this was Bradley. Bradley was observant - incredibly so - especially when it came to you. You couldn't have counted all the times he'd known exactly what you needed (a cuddle, a cup of tea, some water, a chocolate bar, more cuddles) like a goddamn mind reader even if you'd tried.

"No, I'm fine. Really", you nodded, more to yourself than to Bradley if anything. "Just a bit cold I guess."

"Alright", Bradley agreed, still raising his eyebrows at you like he wasn't quite convinced. And he was right, anyway. You weren't fine. You were more than just cold. But you certainly wouldn't tell him that. "Well then. Bagman actually had a decent idea for once and is pulling the cover off the jacuzzi. He's roped the others into making punch. You won't miss out on the jacuzzi, will you?"

There was a grin on his lips now, an honest grin that you couldn't help but mirror. Oh, the jacuzzi. Perhaps - probably! - your favourite part of this entire cabin. Jake had really had a good thought for once.

"Are you kidding me? The jacuzzi is my best friend! I'll be out in ten with towels for everyone!"

You could only hear Bradley's chuckle as you jumped up and slid (fuzzy socks on laminate flooring) out of the room. You would absolutely do anything for that jacuzzi. And it was just the distraction you so desperately needed.

...

Ten minutes later, you were already feeling a lot better - the prospect of punch and jacuzzi had lifted your mood incredibly. You'd changed into the swim suit you had brought for exactly this situation, had gone hunting for enough towels and had even found a bathrobe that you slung over your own shoulders.

Phoenix, Fanboy, Payback, Coyote and Jake were already sitting in bubbling water, laughing and talking, all with cups of punch in their hands. You felt almost giddy, all happy energy fizzling in your stomach, as you put down the towels on the nearby sun loungers and hung your robe over the back of a chair before carefully easing into the jacuzzi. And then you quite literally melted.

Outside was ice-cold, but the water was sizzling hot in comparison, fog rising up and shrouding you. You sat down next to Phoenix and grabbed a cup of punch from the edge of the hot tub, taking a sip and then settling against the back wall. A sigh left your lips. This was perfection. You'd missed the jacuzzi so very dearly.

The conversation the other five were having faded into background noise as you closed your eyes and tilted your head back, relaxing into the warmth and simply being present in the moment while being so very far away at the same time. Your body here, in the warm, cozy, comfortable water, the taste of punch on your tongue, the chatter of your friends in your ear and a smile on your lips, your mind losing itself to time and space, breathing in, breathing out, allowing any thought to pass, to come and go however.

You were here. In this wonderful, secluded cabin, in a wonderful, warm jacuzzi, with wonderful, many friends. This was the life. This was, even though you hadn't thought it possible, peaceful.

You settled even further into the water, took another sip of your punch and rested your head against the edge, a content smile on your lips.

Then someone else dipped their legs into the water and you opened your eyes again as Bradley sat down next to you, his side pressing into yours, the grin on his lips making your smile deepen.

"Hi", you muttered, keeping your eyes fixed on his face and just his face (which you had to put a lot of your focus on) because he was way taller than you and while you were settled deep into the water, it barely covered half his torso. In short, his collarbones were mere inches from your nose and you felt like running a line of kisses along them. So yeah, distraction and escapism it was!

"Hey", he smiled back, holding his cup with one hand and putting his other arm around the edge of the tub - also mere inches from your body. If you just leaned back a bit further, he'd have his arm around you........ What about that distraction again? You desperately needed that distraction.

You swallowed and took another sip of punch, just to not have to stare at him for a second.

"Didn't you just shower?", you asked then, frowning to try and keep your mind off of the fact that Bradley was a half-naked god - which, well, thinking about him in the shower didn't really help with.

"Well yes", he laughed. "If I'd known this was the plan, I would have showered after."

You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Cheers then", you grinned as you clinked your cup to his and raised it to your lips, closing your eyes to savour the taste on your tongue.

Oh yes, this was a real Christmas holiday. A cabin in the woods, cold air freezing your nose, hot water keeping the rest of you warm, punch settling in your stomach, your friends' conversation all around you.

You let out a content sigh and leaned an inch further into Bradley, enough for his bicep to press to your skin, your breath quivering for a heartbeat - this wasn't unsual, you'd often been tucked into his arms, lingering for just a second too long, but normally he was wearing a bit more than swimming trunks and you a bit more than a bathing suit. There was a heartbeat of uncertainty, then you felt his fingertips skimming along your shoulder, a barely-there touch that froze you in place with a smile on your lips that felt as though it would split your face in half.

You didn't dare to move further.

The heat of the water, the heat of the cup in your hands, the heat of him. The cold of the air that you didn't realise was there anymore. The simple, soft touch of his fingertips. The firm press of your side to his. The sound of the squad's conversation as Bob climbed into the tub - "You didn't think that it looked a bit baggy?" "Baggy? What kind of question is that?" "That's an absolutely appropriate question! It was an incredibly important Halloween costume - right, Bob?" "I don't really want to comment-" "It was important! How could it not have been important? There was a contest! You should have told me that it looked baggy!" "I didn't say it looked baggy, I asked if it maybe looked a bit baggy." "There's no difference!" - but you barely registered any of that actually happening.

You just existed there, for a moment, in Bradley's arms, love in your chest that curled and unfurled, burned softly into every part of your body, in a totally platonic way. Honestly, you weren't sure if maybe you'd dozed off at some point - it was cozy and comfortable and peaceful and you just couldn't help yourself. The alcohol slowly taking effect, the water, the steam, the warmth, all of that was easily making you feel drowsy. Though you couldn't say you were complaining, not in the slightest.

It was just a bit confusing, truly, when you opened your eyes, yawned and realised that not only was the tub empty except for you and Bradley, but also that your head was resting on his shoulder. Sometime in your (half-)nap it must've rolled to the side - right onto the first available pillow: Bradley's very wide, very naked shoulder.

You straightened your back and turned to look at him, blinking a few times to clear your hazy view.

"Mornin' Sleepyhead", Bradley greeted with a grin, immediately making you blush and chuckle a bit.

"Sorry", you said and scooched a little further away from him, just to be safe. You tried to ignore the fact that you'd just slept in his arms. "I didn't mean to fall asleep on- on you?"

"As long as you were comfortable", he laughed - pulled his arm away though and stretched it. You bit your lip and swatted at his shoulder.

"Did your arm fall asleep? Bradley, you should've said something. Or moved. Or-", you paused, eyebrows pinching together. "Where's my cup?"

You couldn't remember putting it away. You hadn't put it away. You hadn't even finished it.

"Oh, I rescued that cup before you could dump it in the water", he grinned and pointed at two cups far away enough from the edge of the tub to definitely not run any risk of being droppedd into the water. You had to smile. This was exactly what you loved about Bradley - just how considerate he was. How much attention he paid to every little detail around him. Around you.

"Thanks", you muttered. "The others went inside?"

Bradley nodded.

"A while ago", he said. "They're making dinner."

You swallowed at that. The kitchen was on the other side of the cabin. And for the first time, you really realised how very alone you and Bradley were here.

Just you and him, the hot tub, two half-finished cups of self-made punch, the silence, your breath forming little clouds and mixing with Bradley's somewhere in mid-air as you looked at him - damp hair and droplets running down his chest, hazel eyes that you were too familiar with already.

You didn't know what to say. They're making dinner. The others. Right. The others, in the kitchen, in the cabin, making dinner. You and Bradley, out here, in the hot tub, all alone.

You'd been alone with Bradley countless times.

This shouldn't feel different. This didn't feel different. Did it? Maybe you'd always felt this way about Bradley. Like some thick, heavy, heady fog was hanging over you, clouding your vision and poisoning your mind, like every fibre of your body was vibrating somehow, vibrating with hope and warmth and happiness, with anticipation, your teeth digging into your lip and snow catching on your lashes.

Snow.

You let out a gasp as you tilted your head back, staring up into a darkening, cloudy, white sky, a white sky with snow falling down, tiny little specks of white.

Snowflakes.

Snow, it was snowing!

"Bradley!", you squealed, laughter in your voice, dripping down like honey into this syrupy tension between you, glancing at him to make sure he was looking up - he wasn't, he hadn't been, not until then, no, he'd been watching you, but now that you were meeting his eye, he tilted his head back too. You felt heat crawl up your cheeks, felt the smile on your lips that you just couldn't push down.

You didn't know what this all meant. You didn't really want to think about it.

You were sharing a hot tub with a friend. This was no different than it had been with the rest of the squad here. Just that there was snow now.

Snow! Actual snow. God, how you'd missed the snow here! So far you hadn't had snow in San Diego. You weren't even really sure it snowed in San Diego at all. But it definitely snowed here. Soft little flakes, painting your skin as you looked up into the sky, painting your hands as you reached up into the air, painting your tongue as you opened your mouth and tried to catch a few of these white flecks.

"Last time I saw snow has to have been four, five years ago", Bradley said softly, his voice quieter than usual, as though he was almost afraid if he talked too loudly, he'd scare the snow off again.

"That long?", you asked, matching his volume, tilting your head to watch him smiling at the sky like a child, beautifully happy. You were grinning too, you knew that, you knew that you couldn't help it and that he probably couldn't either.

"That long", he nodded. You paused for a second to admire him - hair wet at the ends now, throat all on display for you, lips parted and breathing deeply. He may have been in awe of the snow, but you were in awe of him. Of this incredible, kind, supportive, observant, loving man who'd always been there when you'd needed him. Who was here now. Who'd always been here and who'd always be here.

He turned to face you then, white snowflakes catching in his hair and a genuine smile on his lips, and usually you'd have been embarrassed that he caught you staring but right now, you didn't care - you couldn't care, because you couldn't tear your eyes away from him, not when he was looking so much like... Like what, exactly? You didn't think there was anything to compare him to. He looked ethereal, heavenly, celestial, so much child and adult at the same time, human and yet somehow more than that. You felt like you were looking at all of him in this heartbeat, at any and every part of his soul, bared for you, unfolding here, right now, while you were simply watching, reading him, every strength and every flaw, every nook and every crook, every joy and every fear. In this breath, he wasn't a fighter pilot, he wasn't even your best friend - he was just Bradley Bradshaw, just himself.

You felt him, learned him, studied him, every part of him.

Maybe that was why you knew that he'd move before he did, why you weren't scared or embarrassed to meet him right in the middle.

Until he was mere inches from you.

You swallowed.

He glanced down at your lips.

And you felt the moment melt into more. Into less, in a way. You felt the heavy silence that you hadn't noticed before. You felt the heat, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You felt the lump in your throat, the rush of blood in your ears, the tingle in your hands, willing you to reach for him.

His fingertips brushed along your waist, a short moment of hesitation (Was it hesitation? Was it anticipation? Was it reassurance, hope, suspense?) and then-

His hand closed around your waist. You choked back a gasp.

Tentatively, because your mind was silent, entirely and wholly quiet for once in your life, as though your body, your soul knew something it didn't, you reached out, water dripping, dripping, dripping down from your hand as you let it dangle in the air, an inch maybe from his skin, not sure where to put it.

Your heartbeat picked up.

Then your fingertip grazed his skin, so soft, so light that you could barely feel it, could barely feel anything but wet, wet water. Then another. Then

"Dinner's ready in five!"

You snapped back to reality so hard you flinched and pulled back, away from Bradley as quickly as humanly possible.

Jake had called from inside, hadn't even bothered to take a single step out into the cold and for once, you were glad that he was such an ass. If he had come outside- God, if he'd seen that- Oh sweet Jesus.

You couldn't even look at Bradley as you stumbled onto your feet, as you straightened up and almost slipped on the edge of the tub in your attempt to flee.

"Careful!", Bradley called out, hands reaching up to grab and steady you, but you made some sort of high-pitched sound that sounded nowhere close to human and wriggled away before he could touch you in the slightest, one foot already on the cold (Cold! So incredibly fucking cold!) floor of the patio.

"I'm fine, i'm fine!", you repeated, snatching your towel as you sprinted away, away from the tub and away from Bradley and away from temptation, into the house and into the pleasant warmth, wrapping the towel around your body and taking two stairs at a time to reach your room before anyone (especially anyone called Bradley) could have the slightest chance of intercepting you.

You didn't know what had just happened.

But what you did know was that this was stupid - that you were stupid, that oh dear lord yes, you were stupid! Bradley was a friend, a platonic friend - not even that, a colleague, a man you had to trust with your life to protect you in multi-million-dollar air planes! Bradley was not a man you could or would snog. Especially not in your goddamn uncle's hot tub with the rest of your colleagues in the next fucking room!

Yes, you had no clue what had just happened, but you knew very, very well that it could never happen again. And that whatever it was, you had to forget it had ever happened right this second.

But as always, things were easier said than done.

[of-many-aus]

Coffee

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

You were stumbling around the apartment like a blind bat, bumping into every surface imaginable. From the wall, to the doorframe, to the corner of the table (that one was painful).

Never in your entire life could you confidently say that you had been this late for anything before.

Normally, you’d call yourself a pretty punctual person, the latest you ever arrived at a function was ten minutes past the starting time.

Right now, though, an hour and a half into your econ lecture, you were yet to be out the door.

Your shirt was thrown askew against your body and your backpack was swinging on a single strap against your shoulder, papers haphazardly shoved in during your struggle this morning.

Somehow, you had slept through not just one, not just two, but four of your alarm clocks this morning before finally being awoken by a pounding on your bedroom door, the muffled voice of your sleep-deprived roommate filling your ears enough to jolt you awake.

Jake was by no means a morning person, never up before eleven, save for early baseball practices. So seeing him standing in your shared kitchen right now at 9:30 was a rarity.

“Gotta go, gotta go.” You mumbled, mostly to yourself, as you hobbled around on one foot while trying to shove your shoe onto the other.

Seresin was standing there, coffee mug in hand, amusement swirling in his green eyes.

“Need a hand there, Angel?” He asked lightly, voice teasing.

“Late, late, late.” You muttered like a broken record, looking more like a crazed woman than anything as your wide eyes feverishly scanned the kitchen counter for any signs of whatever you could use to scrounge up some quick coffee to hopefully wake your senses up.

“Here.”

The last thing you had expected in that moment was to be blinking down at Jake's outstretched arm, travel coffee mug in hand.

“I made it just the way you like.” He promised with a lopsided smile.

You faltered, stilling for the first time since throwing yourself out of bed fifteen minutes prior, “You made-“

“Two sugars and a splash of cream.” He took your hand in his and guided it to close around the mug, not letting go until he was sure you were holding onto it, “Now, come on, you've gotta go.” He repeated your earlier words, gently trying to steer you out of the room.

“U-um,” You mouth opened and closed like an idiot for a moment before you swallowed thickly, “Thanks.”

Jake smiled dazzlingly down at you, “Don’t mention it, Angel.” He glanced down at his watch, “The bus will be outside in three minutes, I suggest you hurry if you have to trek down all those stairs.”

Your heart leapt to your throat, he had not only had gotten up early, made your coffee just the way you liked- a fact you hadn’t even realized he was aware of- but he also looked up the bus schedule to make sure you didn’t miss it.

“Have fun in class, Angel.” Jake threw one last wink your way when you exited the apartment.

“J-Jake.” You halted his movements as he turned back to you with curious eyes, “Thank you, seriously.”

The man smiled softly, “No need to thank me.”

With that, he quickly shooed you down the stairs, your racing thoughts making it so you nearly missed the bus. But you didn’t. Thanks to Jake.

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[stoked2surf]

Today we deep cleaned and worked on making a shade net for the field. Cleaning took priority though bc the outdoor kitchen and bathrooms desperately needed it, two spaces i personally like to have pristine.

After work we were looking for something to do so we decided to head to Montezuma beach about 20 minutes down the road opposite of santa teresa. The roads were much more winding and far less steep, but possessed many potholes so traveling slow was key.

Once in town we were greeted by colorful building and hand painted signs about happy hours and menus along with the welcoming smell of a wood fired stove. the town is fairly small and positioned right on the water with a beautiful cove.

first things first we grabbed an iced americano at a beautiful cafe with tons or outdoor seating and welcoming beach signs all hand painted. we took out coffee to go and walked through town and found ourselves at a beach entrance with a trail walk. we decided to walk it for a little while and see where it led. there is a much longer route but we did what we had time for before the sun set.

Plenty of lavarock like formations along the beaches provided for many fun side quests to look in tide pools and shell beds. shell collecting is frowned upon in this area so we stuck to seaglass and tile if we found it.

We wondered all the way to a beautiful beach with a waterfall and many rock piles that people have stacked on top of eachother. we couldn’t quite explain the feeling but this place felt spiritual in a way.

on our way back into town we wanted a cocktail and came across a place on the water that claimed “the best fucking view in montezuma” so naturally we checked it out but were a little stunned by the prices, (gringo prices), so we left and went to a place we saw on the way in that had a happy hour special.

Upon arrival the setting is magical, very laid back open environment with a wood fired stove that the food is all cooked in (what we smelled on arrival), and the decor was on point. the best way to describe it was a Costa Rica “dive bar”.

the staff was incredibly personable and you felt at home and very welcome. (we do believe that everyone there was very very drunk). We had the best cocktails that we’ve had while here and they were two for one! i had a white russian with about 3oz of liquor in it haha and Annagrace has a passion fruit margarita which she said is the best margarita she’s ever had!

We spent some time there and headed back to camp but in the parking lot we were approached by a german woman and a teenager she claimed to be her son, they asked if we spoke english and then told us there predicament.

They said they had no service or wifi and needed to get to their hotel with all there bags and they taxi wanted to charge them $100 usd (which is ridiculous) but my gut feeling felt off. They asked for a ride before telling us anything about themselves or their trip. from the start of it it felt fishy and i knew i was not going to be providing any rides as the facts continued to not line up.

we could not even give them a ride as my surfboard took up the back of the rental car the way it had to be slid in eliminating two seats, leaving only one open. we told them this and provided them with a location across the street that had free wifi and two numbers for local taxis that were given to us by a local restaurant owner, and they were both very reliable and would not rip you off. but they refused and moved on very quickly once we said no, like who wouldn’t want this valuable information in this situation?? fishy.

overall trust your gut and you will be okay. pura vida.

[puravidadrillingcostarica]

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[poisnpen]

NOME    COMPLETO: atlas  stirling .

APELIDOS: embora  atlas  por  si  só  já  seja  um  nome  curto  ,  é  comumente  conhecido  por  asa  ,  até  mesmo  os  seus  superiores  o  chamem  por  tal  .  

IDADE:   tem  trinta  e  seis  anos  de  idade  .

SIGNO    DO    ZODÍACO: virgem   .   

IDENTIDADE    DE    GÊNERO    E    PRONOMES: homem   cisgênero   ,   ele   /   dele   .

ORIENTAÇÃO    SEXUAL: heterossexual   .

OCUPAÇÃO: fuzileiro  naval  . 

ESTÉTICA: lingering  smell  of  coffee  .  a  sarcastic  tone  .  taking  a  punch  with  a  grin  .  calloused  fingertips  .  fresh  sheets  .

FACECLAIM: jack   lowden   .

perfeccionista  ,  sarcástico  ,  pragmático  ,  observador  ,  charmoso  ,  sociável  ,  prestativo  ,  objetivo  ,  leal  ,  teimoso  .

clara  stirling  .  sessenta  e  quatro  anos  de  idade  .  mãe  de  atlas  .  mestre  de  comando  aposentada  .  

noel  abernathy .  trinta  e  dois  anos  .  meio irmão  mais  novo  de  atlas  .  capitão  da  força  áerea  .

alexander  abernathy  .  sessenta  e  seis  anos  .  padrasto  de  atlas  .  suboficial  da  frota  aposentado  .

nasceu  só  .  só  ele  e  a  mãe  .  nunca  conheceu  o  pai  ,  aliás  ,  tão  pouco  sabe  quem  é  .  mas  ,  bem  ,  pelo  menos  sabe  que  é  um  grande  filho  da  puta  que  largou  a  namorada  grávida  .  apesar  da  revolta  ,  sua  ausência  nunca  foi  muito  notada  —  embora  ,  quando  criança  ,  ter  tido  crises  de  inveja  e  ciúmes  da  relação  de  seu  meio  irmão  com  o  pai  .  para  sua  sorte  ,  clara  sempre  conseguiu  conciliar  a  família  e  o  trabalho  ,  pois  bem  ,  nunca  lhe  faltou  nada  .  

os  sterling  são  uma  família  de  tradição  militar  e  de  boníssima  condição  .  raros  são  aqueles  que  desviaram  do  caminho  .  quando  clara  e  alexander  casaram  ,  a  tradição  só  se  intensificou  ,  passando-a  ,  obviamente  ,  para  suas  crianças  .  então  não  foi  surpresa  nenhuma  quando  os  irmãos  ingressaram  na  carreira  marcial  .  

atlas  durante  toda  sua  vida  foi  um  aluno  exemplar  ,  notas  perfeitas  ,  desempenho  perfeito  ,  como  também  um  atleta  perfeito  .  além  da  própria  cobrança  ,  havia  também  a  cobrança  feita  por  sua  mãe  ,  que  exigia  nada  menos  ,  nada  mais  ,  que  a  mais  pura  perfeição  daqueles  que  gerou  em  seu  ventre  .  só  foi  ter  o  gosto  da  rebeldia  durante  a  universidade  ,  longe  de  casa  ,  asa  fez  questão  de  aproveitar  a  vida  —  contudo  ,  mesmo  com  uma  ressaca  fodida  ,  ele  nunca  deixou  de  ir  a  uma  aula  .  ou  bem  ,  quer  dizer  ,  em  algumas  aulas  ,  já  que  haviam  dias  em  que  ele  preferia  ficar  abraçado  com  alguma  mulher  do  quê  ir  à  aula  .  

após  o  diploma  em  engenharia  mecânica  ,  atlas  precisou  só  de  alguns  meses  para  estudar  para  o  concurso  da  marinha  ,  por  onde  garantiu  a  vaga  .  entretanto  ,  até  se  tornar  um  fuzileiro  naval  ,  precisou  suar  muito  e  dar  o  sangue  por  seu  país  .  

[empathicahq]

Nome completo: Im Woo-shik Faceclaim: Song Mingi, ATEEZ. Data de nascimento e idade: 21/11/1752, 272 anos (Aparentando 28 anos.) Pronomes: ele/dele Etnia: Sul-coreano Origem: Kumgangsan, Coreia do Sul Criatura: Fada

Labor: Gerente no Endor Coffee Shop Moradia: Limbum Rede social: wooshikept

Temperamento: Sobre a luz de ode shakesperiano, nenhuma fada em sã consciência escaparia do grito sinuoso da própria natureza trapaceira; Wooshik, por muito tempo, não foi exceção. A imagem imaculada de “rapaz de comercial de margarina”, entretanto, parece ser o suficiente para trazer a tona a personalidade veementemente tranquila e respeitosa do rapaz, manobrando relação atrás de relação com doses homeopáticas de simpatia que apenas escondem o quão cruelmente ardiloso um dia já possa ter sido. Mantém uma boa fachada de “genro perfeito” na pura tentativa de mascarar o instinto excessivamente protetor, obcecado e impulsivo que cultivou centenas de anos atrás, muitas vezes sequer notando a forma como a antiga personalidade escoa por entre o aperto do dia-a-dia. Ainda sim, é o puro exemplo da sensação de proteção vinda de um irmão mais velho, o conselho de um amigo responsável ou a ajuda de um vizinho prestativo.

Biografia:

“I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, to die upon the hand I love so well.” ― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

Desde tigres falantes até carpas que se transformam em mulheres, ou até mesmo de traiçoeiros dokkaebis e suas barganhas atrativamente perigosas… Nem mesmo Shakespeare conseguiu retratar toda a malícia que existe nos atos traiçoeiros de muitas dessas criaturas denominadas como “fadas”. Wooshik, entretanto, vê-se em uma luta com a condição que é a própria natureza desde que as suas memórias lhe falham ― mas nem sempre foi assim.

Não se lembra realmente de quando ou como surgiu, todo o processo na corte feérica é extremamente nebuloso. As primeiras recordações que possuiu fora a da vida nas montanhas isoladas da península coreana, cercado de semelhantes e mergulhado no exílio da própria comunidade conforme aprendia costumes, trejeitos, tradições e quaisquer outros traços que o marcassem, o relembrassem do que era: esperto, trapaceiro, ágil, ardiloso; uma  fada.

Entretanto, a própria família esqueceu um dos traços feéricos mais aflorados dentro do jovem: a curiosidade. Por mais que soubesse que descer a montanha era perigoso, proibido ou até mesmo passível de exílio, era como se a inocência da própria excentricidade fosse o catalizador para que finalmente o fizesse… e o mundo que descobriu, era novo.

Os seres humanos eram fascinantes e todo o reinado em ascensão era algo que atraía o ser feérico com toda e qualquer intensidade que encontrava no próprio corpo;  até mesmo preferia passar mais tempo ao lado daquelas pessoas e da natureza genuinamente caótica que eles esbanjavam do que o modus isolado da própria família — aquilo era caos de verdade. Instabilidade. Mudança.

Porém, nenhuma pessoa chamou tanto a atenção da fada quanto um jovem príncipe chamado Yi-San; um garoto inteligente e determinado assim como o feérico, mas que ainda sentia a dor do luto após o pai ter sido executado em sua frente. A compaixão do submundano e a solidão do príncipe foram o suficiente para que a amizade florecesse quase que imediatamente; os dois eram inseparáveis e se apoiavam da própria maneira — a fada ajudando o príncipe em sua campanha para a reivindicação ao trono, sendo que, em troca, ganhava uma amizade genuína e desfrutava de todo o conforto que o nobre conseguia lhe dar, sendo o único que sabia sobre a natureza de sua própria raça.

Não demorou muito para que, após alguns anos, Yi-San subísse ao poder conforme, de coração partido, Wooshik assistiu o príncipe tomar para si a esposa que todos esperavam que ele possuísse. Ele sabia que não poderia disputar espaço em um mundo que não o pertencia, mas sua obssessão e paixão pelo amigo fora tão grande que cometeu o maior pecado que uma fada poderia ousar fazer; temendo perdê-lo, segredou-lhe o seu nome verdadeiro: #@$#%@.

O período a seguir seguiu sendo extremamente nebuloso. As únicas memórias que realmente possui são a das mãos sujas de sangue, os lábios prateados com palavras cruéis e um instinto tão maquiavélico que sequer tinha noção se realmente era o príncipe no controle ou… algo já existente. Incontáveis corpos nas suas mãos; incontáveis contratos e barganhas em nome de outra pessoa; bençãos e forças sendo extraídas sem o seu consentimento. Tudo por amor, ou obssessão.

Mas nem mesmo uma fada consegue conceder a irmortalidade para alguém, então bastou que esperasse para que o tempo corrigísse o próprio erro — se é que o considerava como um, como os anos seguintes deixaram claro. Por longas décadas, entrou em um cíclo vicioso semelhante ao do príncipe: se tornava obcecado por alguém, entregava o seu nome verdadeiro e deixava com que usassem e ousassem daquilo para que não preciasse sentir a culpa das próprias ações. Era como uma droga. Era caos. Era… imprevisível.

Até que não foi mais; quando acordou no meio de um dos transes, a mente quebrou. Demorou alguns bons anos para que conseguisse recuperar uma parcela da fada tão poderosa que um dia já tinha sido — fragmentado na mesma quantidade de vezes em que se deixou ser controlado daquela forma, sem responsabilidade alguma consigo ou com qualquer outra pessoa. Sequer tinha notado o tempo passar direito — não haviam mais carruagens, apenas veículos, fumaça e uma frase entalhada cruelmente no próprio braço: take me to the white lands of Empathica.

Encontrou abrigo e se recuperou em outro país, abaixo do solo humano e escondido entre xícaras de café e pães recém tirados do forno; uma nova imagem que tenta ao máximo afogar a ansiedade latente com cada rosto não conhecido. Afinal, uma nova obsessão é sempre inevitável.

Características especiais: 

Ato um, Curiosidade: Com uma mente tão precisa quanto curiosa, a fada tem a capacidade de se guiar e relembrar de detalhes com uma precisão sobrehumana, sempre sabendo a direção de onde está indo, a quantidade de horas, minutos e segundos até o pôr/nascer do sol e conseguindo se lembrar com exatidão de qualquer informação que tenha escutado — em um período limitado de trinta dias.

Ato dois, Inverno: A natureza traiçoeira e caóticas das fadas concederam ao jovem a capacidade de ser protegido contra invasões, manipulações e leituras mentais — possuindo uma “mente de titânio” — essa que não se manifesta quando em relação ao seu nome verdadeiro. Entretanto, complementarmente, ser tão bom em esconder o que pensa faz com que os lábios não acompanhem a mente; sendo incapaz de proferir uma mentira deliberadamente.

Ato três, Empatia: Woo-shik tem a habilidade de detectar, absorver e manipular as emoções da pessoas em volta dele. As emoções se manifestam através de uma aura multicolorida, fazendo com que seja possível ouvir os pensamentos do alvo em correlação com a emoção se manifesta — todavia, a fada também corre o risco de ser tomado pela emoção em questão de maneira quase descontrolada, sendo especialmente perigoso quando em ambientes com fartura de pessoas e, consequentemente, emoções. 

Ato quatro, Primavera: A magia feérica de  Wooshik se manifesta bastante em sua criatividade, podendo fazer com que qualquer coisa que desenhe ou rabisque se torne realidade a partir de sua vontade; saindo da tela em que foi concebida e adentrando a realidade. Entretanto, o jovem precisa ativamente de tempo e concentração para que consiga terminar cada um dos detalhes das suas peças que, em caso de seres vivos, não necessariamente o obedecem.

Ato cinco, Paixão: Através de um toque íntimo, um beijo, um abraço e até mesmo um toque prolongado, a fada consegue marcar alguém para ser a sua paixão temporária. Essa conexão atua como uma força temporária para a pessoa marcada, aumentando todos os seus atributos físicos — mas em detrimento da capacidade da fada, deixando Woo-shik severamente mais frágil e fraco do que o normal.

Ato seis, Verão: Através de um toque virulento, um golpe ou qualquer tipo de ação agressiva, a fada consegue marcar alguém para ser o seu ódio temporário. Essa conexão atua de forma detrimental para ambas as partes, fazendo com que compartilhem qualquer ferida infinglida em ambos — como se o ódio corroesse a fada por dentro. A conexão também se desfaz caso Woo-shik acabe desmaiando ou ficando insconciente.

Ato sete, Obsessão: A fixação de Woo-shik faz com que seja fácil para a fada encontrar quem quer que seja no habitat natural de um feérico: os sonhos. O coreano consegue adentrar, manipular e conceder sonhos ou pesadelos para quaisquer pessoas que estejam dormindo ou desacordadas no mesmo cômodo que ele —  drenando boa parte da capacidade física do usuário que, obrigatoriamente, deve também estar em sono profundo.

Ato oito, Outono: A natureza mais tranquila e pacífica das fadas manifestou a capacidade de Woo-Shik de curar pelas mãos quando desejado, embora feridas profundas ou feitas com ferro frio sejam impossíveis de serem curadas pelo feérico, além de consumirem muita energia. Ainda sim, sua maior capacidade é a de restaurar a capacidade física e mental — como cansaço, energia ou estresse.

Ato nove, Titania: A conexão com a terra e geocinese das fadas se intensificou de maneira mais agressiva em Woo-shik que, acostumado a utilizar a terra, consegue manipular metais e minerais com precisão através de metalocinese. A fada ainda precisa que o metal exista no ambiente e manifestar esse poder por períodos prolongados pode causar exaustão extrema. Além disso, ferro frio — uma fraqueza natural das fadas — é imune ao controle.

Ato final, Oberon:  O nome verdadeiro de alguém é uma das armas mais poderosas do submundo. Por ser a natureza de benção e maldição das fadas, Woo-shik consegue fazer com que o potencial de poder de alguém desperte e chegue ao ápice em troca do nome verdadeiro da criatura — assim como um preço permanente, preço esse que delimita a quantidade de tempo de atuação do efeito. A utilização desse poder é extremamente desgastante e não pode ser feito mais de uma vez por dia.

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cruel to be kind - chapter three

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (90s college AU)

summary: it started with a dare. Bucky restlessly pursues Y/N, seeking just one date. as he chases her, he realizes she's different from she challenges him, so he starts to catch feelings. but it all falls apart when she learns about his initial motivations. based on 10 things I hate about you!

warnings: alcohol use, cursing

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Y/N woke up and let out a long groan. Her head was pounding and blurred visions from the night before slowly entered her brain. Then suddenly she realized she was parched. Water. She needed water. She crawled out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen. Her water bottle was about halfway full when her roommate, Carol, entered the room, back from a morning run.

“Well you look like shit,” she said.

“Feel like shit,” Y/N added.

“What exactly did you get up to last night?” Carol stretched in the living room as Y/N chugged down her water.

“Went out with some asshole. It was a mistake.”

“Oh come on, he couldn’t have been that bad. He got you home.”

“He got me drunk, I made a fool of myself, and then he rejected me.”

“Oh you left out the part about maybe having a concussion.”

“Ugh…don’t remind me about that.” She drank more water and then the realization hit her “Wait, how…?”

Carol smirked, “The ‘asshole’ left this under my door,” she held up a small handwritten note, “Wanted me to keep an eye on you and make sure you were okay.”

Y/N had no response to that. She enjoyed her disdain for Bucky. She didn’t need to go around catching feelings just because he did something sweet. Y/N grumbled and retreated to her room as Carol watched her with a knowing look.

Bucky woke up the next morning and his first thought was about Y/N. He hated to admit it, but he was worried about her. And he knew he had his work cut out for him since he had bruised her ego the night before.

So he put himself together and headed to her apartment. He stopped to pick up a couple coffees, hoping to bribe her into liking him again.

He softly knocked in rhythm on her door and heard shuffling from the other side. He could almost sense her looking through the peephole eyeing him up.

“Go away,” she said firmly.

“I brought coffee,” he retorted.

“Oh, well in that case, leave the coffee and go away.”

“Come on Y/N…”

“I made myself perfectly clear. Leave.”

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Why do you care?”

He sighed and let out a chuckle, “Because I like you!”

There was a long pause before she said, “Well, I don’t like you.”

“That’s the best you could come up with? Damn, you must be really hung over.”

“I’m walking away from the door now,” she said.

He chuckled at her stubbornness, but respected her commitment. He scrawled a quick note on the coffee cup that read Call me once you’re feeling better with his phone number.

He sauntered off, knowing it wouldn’t be that easy. He started considering his next few moves.

He wasn’t surprised that he hadn’t heard from her in a few days. In fact, he anticipated that. So he moved on to phase two.

He approached her front door and knocked, this time hiding from view of the peephole. He heard the lock switching and knew he was in. As soon as the door was open he barged in, taking Y/N by surprise.

Before she could say anything he started unloading the stocked grocery bag. 

“I have everything you could possibly need. Gatorade, ginger ale, homemade chicken noodle soup, saltines, lemon ginger tea…” He pulled out each of the items as they were announced and placed them on her kitchen counter.

“Bucky…what the fuck?”

He looked at her with raised eyebrows encouraging her to continue.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Well you never called me. So you must still be very sick and I thought ‘Hm, if I were really sick, I’d want someone to come over and take care of me.’ So here I am with all the best remedies.”

She was so close to smiling but she kept her composure and responded. “I’m not sick you asshole. I just didn’t want to talk to you.”

“Now that cannot possibly be true. We had such a lovely time together on our date.”

“It wasn’t a date.”

“Whatever you say sweetheart. Just remember I was the perfect gentleman. I picked you up, I walked you home, and I didn’t take advantage of you in your vulnerable state.” He hoped the last part of his statement would help her understand why he declined her advances that night.

“What a shame, I don’t remember any of it.”

“I guess you’ll just have to take my word for it then. Oh, did I mention that you agreed to go out with me again?”

“Liar,” she joked.

“Can’t blame me for trying.”

She shook her head, “You can leave now.”

“If you insist,” he said. He didn’t move, hoping she would reconsider.

“I do,” she opened the front door wide and signaled for him to make his way through it.

“I have to say Y/N, you are really good at this whole hard to get thing.” He made his way through the door and turned to face her, shooting her his winning smile.

“Bye,” she said as she shut the door in his face.

“I’ll see you later!” he shouted through the door.

Bucky continued to pursue Y/N for the days that followed. He tried out a few different tactics but most of them involved buying her coffee or walking her to class. Her defenses came down a bit, but she still declined any date suggestions Bucky threw out there.

“What’s your endgame here?” she asked him at one point.

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you doing all this?”

“Because I have never met a girl as interesting as you. And I want to spend time with you and get to know you better.”

She rolled her eyes, “I bet you tell all the girls that.”

“Not a chance.”

“Hate to break it to you but sweet talk doesn’t work on me.”

That was the moment he realized he needed to step things up so he began planning. His friends were constantly telling him to give up, that the dare wasn’t worth all this effort. But it wasn’t about that anymore. Bucky had never struggled when it came to women. Usually his tough exterior and ocean blue eyes were enough to do the trick. Y/N was so different from any other girl and the challenge was a great motivator. He wanted to know what made her tick.

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