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[jasntodds]

hey so you can answer this (or you don’t have too) however you want but I tried posting my submission earlier and then it got all freaky so I just deleted it and I’ll be reposting it again tomorrow (hopefully this time it’ll work akdjkahaj) just so you know why it’s gonna saw you were tagged twice or something idk but thank you sorry ab this

It’s okay!! Tumblr actually never tagged me before it was deleted so you’re all good, no worries!! I’ll look out for in my notifications and the tag!!

[occasionalfics]

frenfics replied to your post “into you // p. 11”

THIS IS LITERALLY THE CUTEST

THANK YOU!!!

[hcwlingccmmandcs]

these assholes wouldn’t know good writing if it punched them you just keep doing you honey

Thank you.

[golddaggers]

she’s beautiful

pairing: thor x reader

warnings: none, just fluff. mentions to love making but that’s about it.

a/n: it’s a quick little thing. hope you enjoy it! and leave comments if you do. :D

word count: 380

“she’s beautiful”, he thinks, holding her tight in his arms, her eyes fluttering in what he hoped would be amazing dreams. day in and out, he’d never get tired of watching her sleep.

thor never thought he’d know true happiness until he met you. a girl, you would’ve thought yourself ordinary, with your hair up, and eccentric clothing, but it was just enough to catch his eye. you’d cursed when invited to the party, but by the end of it, you were happy you went. his blue eyes never left you for the time you were there, in the dress, which was also a deep shade of blue, your best friend told you it looked amazing on you. 

since that night, over 700 days have followed. some were amazing. late nights loving each other’s bodies, cherishing a new beginning, a sacred thing. you were absurdly in love. with such intensity you’ve never thought possible. but then, love bends, so you fought, for little things, arguments because you were stubborn. just as he was himself.

of course it never lasted. you’d both apologise. with red eyes sometimes, teary with the fear of him leaving. there wasn’t a day you didn’t. it wasn’t because you didn’t trust him, none of it. you didn’t trust yourself. ruining things was your expertise. boys were left heartbroken because you’d push them away. it’s better to leave than to get left. 

he stayed though. there wasn’t fright on his behalf. not when you screamed. not when you ran. thor was unsure of many things, you weren’t one of them. 

now there he was, sat on the nursing chair, his chest bare as your newborn daughter slept. she had been the consequence of a drunk night, in which you’d been excessively mean to him and made up after a phone call, he was back in your arms in a blink of eye. a nice consequence you got it, however. you loved her more than you had ever fathom to love someone.

“she’s beautiful, isn’t she?” thor says quietly, his finger tracing a line along her tiny nose, a gentle sigh as she moved a little. closer. resembling a snuggle. she’d be a daddy’s girl alright. 

you smile, in the dim lit room, and nod, “yes, she is.”

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You’re on the Menu

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader X Wanda Maximoff x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: “What do you wanna eat?”

“You.”

Request: Like the reader has a dream where Steve starts eating her out under the table and Wanda and Bucky realise that and kiss her neck and play with her breasts so it’s more about the reader than the 4.

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You were going to kill Steve.

You weren’t sure when, but if he kept up with this teasing it would be any minute now.

Sliding a hand under the table cloth, you easily find his head, lacing your fingers through his hair and giving his hair a sharp tug, a silent command to hurry the fuck up.

You could only imagine what you must look like to the other restaurant patrons. A sweaty blushing mess, with the table cloth pulled out to cover your waist just enough to hide that fact that Captain America had his head between your thighs.

You normally wouldn’t had gone for something like this, but he had giving you that look, those gorgeous blue eyes, begging you to let him taste you. Who were you to say no?

Although now it has been at least ten minutes and if he didn’t just give it up, you might just kick him under the table. Biting back another moan you lean forward, resting your head in your head as he takes your clit between his lips, sucking on the sensitive nub harshly. His hands were squeezing your inner thighs, spreading them just far enough to slip a hand between your folds, easily sliding a thick finger into slick entrance.

You’re about ready to cry, he’d been playing with you for too long now, leaving you desperate for release as you try to remain stoic to the natural eye (at least your table was in the back corner). Giving his hair another tug you fight back the urge to throw the cloth up and let him fuck you against the restaurants expensive silverware. He moves his lips, biting the supple skin of your inner thigh. A warning- be patient.

Patience be damned. You needed release now.

You’re about to let yourself close your eyes when you hear a shout from the entrance.

“Y/N!” A voice calls, attracting the attention of other couples just trying to enjoy their appetizers. Your head snaps in the direction, feeling Steve freeze his movements beneath you. It’s Wanda and she’s already walking towards your table full steam ahead, Bucky trailing languidly behind her.

She’s at your table in a matter of moments, opening her arms expectantly for a hug. You don’t move to get up, instead opting for adjusting the tablecloth covering your lap, making sure the outline of Steve’s head can’t be seen.

“Hey guys.” You manage slip out, barely able to keep your voice steady, Steve’s hot breath fanning the inside of your thighs.

“Are you here by yourself? Where’s Steve?” Bucky chimes in, looking around the room for his friend.

Taking a deep breath, you practically can hear Steve throw caution to the wind and continue his ministrations. A high pitches whine comes from the back of your throat before you can stop it, clasping a hand over your mouth once you realize what you’ve done.

Trying to play it off with a cough you fear your throat, ignoring Wanda’s suspicious look. “Steve’s in the bathroom.” His tongue dips teasingly into your entrance, the pad of thumb pressing hard against your clit. You hands come down hard on the table, causing the items on top of it to shake.

You bite down on your lips, squeezing your legs around his head only to feel him move even closer. “He should be back in a few minutes.” His thumb starts moving in circles, your legs beginning to shake as you feel that familiar heat in stomach begin to coil up.

“Well we just got here, why don’t we sit with you guys, make it a double date!” Wanda suggests, already dragging over a table from another table, Bucky doing the same. Each one placing a chair on either side of you, blocking you from everyone else’s view.

Wanda sits down and settles herself, before finally kicking her foot under the cloth, smirking at the confirmation of what she had already suspected, after hearing Steve yelp in response to the sudden hit.

She scoots closer, and Bucky throws an arm over the back of your chair his fingers ghosting over the skin of your shoulder. “Hey Steve,” She places a hand on your thigh, feeling his hair brush her fingertips.

“Hey guys.” Steve grumbled from his spot on the floor, careful to keep his voice down even though no one else can hear you. The vibrations of his words causing another wave of pleasure to ricochet through you.

You’re already losing yourself into the sensations, barely able to focus on what’s concentrate on what’s happening around you anymore, and finding it even harder to care. Next you Wanda slips a hand under your shirt, her movements slick and discreet and she slips his thin hands beneath your bra, massaging your breasts with soft and gentle hands.

Her lips go to your neck, whispering in your ear as Bucky checks to make sure no one is watching, glaring at anyone or dares to try and observe. “We knew you were kinky, but public stuff?”

You hear her giggle, the warm breath tickling your skin as brushed her thumb over your nipple, feeling it hard under her touch. “I didn’t see that coming.” Her voice is airy, furthering your trance as you arch your back ever so slightly, urging Steve to move more, his touches lessening ever so slightly since the pair had arrived. “And letting us touch you like this where anyone could see?” She clicks her tongue her faux disapproval, giving your breast a hard squeeze causing you to let out a small squeal in surprise.

Bucky finally relaxes in his chair, letting his attention fall back to the two women beside him and his best friend under the table, letting his eyes watch the outline of Steve’s head move under the table cloth. He bends his head down, deciding to let Wanda do the talking as he cranes his neck to start littering wet kisses along his neck. Nibbling and sucking in the sensitive skin by your collarbone, letting one of his hands fall to a lap and palming at his own semi-hard cock.

You’re nearly there, the pleasure building until you have to closer your eyes, barely able to keep your mouth shut as your entire body trembles with anticipation of your building orgasm. “Let it all go for us.” Wanda sighs against your skin, pressing a kiss beneath your ear and pulling her hand out of your shirt.

You come with a pathetic whimper, nearly considering shoving a piece of bread in your mouth just so you can scream into it. You settle for biting the inside of your cheek instead, probably drawing blood from the force you’re using.

Steve licks it all, riding your through each wave of ecstasy, Bucky is there, using his strong arms to keep you from wiggling too much. When you’re finally able to think clearly, Steve has already managed to slink out from under the table and return to his seat unnoticed.

He’s back across from you, lust-filled eyes holding your gaze as his tongue peeks out and lips any excess of you off of his lips. “So what do you guys say we order takeout and move this party back to our rooms?”

Bucky nods, running his hand through his hair. Wanda emitting a small yes, already signaling for a waiter. “On one condition?”

You offer, a smile playing on your lips. Each of your partners look at you expectantly, “You’re all on the menu.”

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Woah that was a cheesy end sorry

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[hazinhoodies]

2am (H.O)

HarrisonxReader

A/N: This is hella short but its my submission for @thelazypangolin and @lovelyspidey ‘s writing challenge!! my prompt is bolded

Word count: 700 (short i know i’m sorry)

Summary: Roommate!Harrison comes home from filming.

Harrison had only just gotten home from filming Catch-22, that meant that finally after what seemed like forever, your shared apartment wouldn’t be so agonizingly silent.

You’d missed him a lot. The two of you were friends, roommates in fact, but frequently crossed lines that could be considered too intimate to be platonic. Both of you often missing human contact, the other normally being the closest person, you drifted to each other. The little things had become habits.

It had started when you had had a particularly bad day, wanting nothing more than to curl up on the couch and drown yourself in wine while some sappy movie played in the background, you couldn’t care less what movie it was. Harrison had come home to half a bottle missing already, consumed by your teary eyed self, under a mess of blankets.

He dropped his stuff, pulling the bottle of wine away from you and snuggling up next to you on the couch. His hand running through your hair, over your arms, and up and down your back. You didn’t have to say anything, neither did he. After being friends for so long it was all unspoken.

It only built. Small hugs when one of you needed a pick-me-up, cuddling during movies, holding onto the other while they were doing various chores while they did their best to ignore you. There were times when you would crawl into his bed in the morning, and he’d pull you close. He didn’t ask any questions. It was blissful.

You knew he’d be home late, he’d texted you before boarding the train in Italy.

Haz: On my way home now, still probably will be a while though

You: ETA?

Haz: 1am?

You: I’m not waiting up. Sleep is too important

Haz: Haha okay darling. I’ll see you when you wake up then :)

Normally you would have waited for him but you had work in the morning. As much as you missed him, you see him every day. You could celebrate wrapping Catch-22 later. Sleep came quickly.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep for when you were woken up by someone shaking your shoulder, a thick British accent whispering your name, as if they didn’t actually want to wake you up.

It took you a moment to realize what was happening. You had come to, enough to know that there was someone in your room, but not to identify who. You jolted awake, faced with Harrison, his hand on your shoulder.

“Harrison oh my god” you sighed, once you realized that it was him, and not some stranger. You rubbed your eyes. “What are you doing?”

“I uh. I missed you. And I know you didn’t want to wake up but it’s been over a month Y/N and I just want to cuddle. I couldn’t sleep ” He sounded exhausted.

You stared at him for a moment longer, squinting to try and see his features in the dark. Even still, his eyes were vibrant. You could see they were red rimmed and slightly bloodshot. His hair aloof, curls gong in every direction

“So you’re telling me” You started as you reached over to grab your phone, your other hand moving to rub sleep out of your eyes. “That you came into my room at” You paused, taking a moment for your eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness of your phone screen “2 am. To cuddle?” You put your phone back down.

“Yeah” You could see Harrison nodding.

You thought for a moment and sighed, sliding over on your bed, “Get in”

Harrison smiled wide, standing up and crawling under the blankets with you. He wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you towards him, your face buried into his bare shoulder. You inhaled his scent. Worn of cologne, the cleanliness of the moisturizer he used and something that was distinctly Haz. This was definitely a new level between the two of you. Never had either of you fallen asleep in the other’s bed, nor had either of you not been fully clothed. You were too tired to care though, that was for the morning.

“I missed you, Haz” You whispered, your words muffled by his shoulder.

“I missed you too, darling”

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In honor of today I’d like to start a huge list of fanfic writers, so we can all get a little love. I’ll get the list started, but please reblog this and tag/add your fave writers to the list as well (Doesn’t matter what fandom) and there’s no shame in tagging yourself DO IT! Let’s show these writers some love today.

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[lancsnerd]

Hey you’re writing is incredible and idk if you have a tag list or not but I’d love to be on it :)

@frenfics Thank you so much 😊 so glad you like my writing! I’ll certainly tag you in the future ❤️

P.S. I’ve just found your masterlist, really excited to start working my way through your fics!

[jasntodds]

hi! I was wondering if I could do the t-shirt by gnash prompt (w/ peter) for your contest? Congrats on the milestone!!

Thank you!! It’s yours!!

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[occasionalfics]

frenfics replied to your post “into you // p. 5”

UGH SO GOOD

thank you!

[hcwlingccmmandcs]

Random Tag Game

I got tagged by @frenfics to do this tag game thingy. Sorry it took me so long to do this, doll! I was away from my computer nearly the whole weekend. And now I’m back, so I thought I’d do this.

Rules: Tag 15 people you want to get to know better

Relationship Status: Pringle - It’s single, but hungry.

Lipstick or Chapstick: Lipstick.

Three Favorite Foods: Pomegranates, pickles, and anything cookies and cream flavored. 

Song Stuck In My Head: “Roaring 20s” by Panic! At The Disco (That whole album was FIRE)

Last Movie I Watched: To All The Boys I’ve Ever Loved

Top Three TV Shows: Game of Thrones, Supernatural, Frontier

Last Thing I Googled: Double pinch pot ceramics (I’m in a ceramics course and I need to figure out my next project lmao)

Time: 7:10pm (PST)

Dream Trip: It would probably be like a... historical road trip. To see all the historical and significant places anywhere is a dream for me. I am such a history nerd and would probably cry if I ever stepped foot in the Louvre or Mount Vernon.

Anything You Want: Uh... I’m trying to teach myself constellations, even though it’s really hard to see stars where I live.

Tags:I’m supposed to tag 15 blogs but like... that’s too many. So, maybe just whoever wants to do it can do it? Idk, but tag me in it if you do! Also, calling out @trenchcoatdevilsworld so she has to do it, because I really wanna know lmao. 

[golddaggers]

come here, lover boy

pairings: thor x reader, steve x reader (tho its friendship only)

warnings: hmm, cursing and mentions of sex. but not reaaaally explict.

a/n: i wrote this after i watched dirty dancing. what? its one of my comfort movies. either way, it’s just a short, quick thing that i hope y’all enjoy (?). well. lemme know.

word count: 1,5k+

If there was anything that could tear apart his soldier focus, it was definitely the rhythmic sway of your hips, going low as they wiggled to the late seventies song. It was sexy, hypnotising even. Thor just couldn't keep his eyes away, wishing he could go up there and wrap his arms around your waist, feeling the gentle rub of your ass against his own hips as you two danced together.

Sighing, he sat back on the couch and took a sip of his bear in hopes that it would help soothe the discomfort growing within his trousers. It was taking all of his strength to not drop your mutual agreement to keep your relationship a secret from the rest of the Avengers, because all he wanted to do that very second was to feel your skin, your arms around him. And pretty honestly, your wet pussy under his fingers. He wanted to show you off.

"You should talk to her, you know," Bucky said, sitting beside him and giving a friendly pat on Thor's shoulder. "She doesn't bite."

"Oh, but she does." The thunder god mumbles under his breath, smirking upon remembering the events from the night before.

"What?"

"Nothing. You're right, I should talk to her." There's a heaviness in his words, suddenly doubting why you should keep your love a secret. There were good points when you talked about it, though he could only really focus on the tight bra pushing up your breasts in a way that it was not fair. "Is she with someone, though?"

"Hmm, I mean, I don't know." He shrugs. "Maybe she's got a little thing going on with Steve, but he wouldn't tell me no matter what I did, so I can’t tell."

"Oh really?" A pang of jealousy hits him hard, gazing up to find you still dancing excitedly, the cute, tiny dress going up and down tauntingly. "What makes you think so?"

An answer wasn't necessary as a loud squeal brought the men's attention to the centre of the room, you jumping happily to the track that had just begun.

Since it was a seventies night party, all it had been playing was some old tunes you apparently love, Thor presumed. This one, however, he knew you liked quite a lot because very often he'd find you dancing to it.

"Steve!" Your voice got Thor's eyes sewed to you. "Come on, dance with me. You know this one!"

"I'm not sure, Sweetkins." The nickname makes a smile creep up in your lips, a thunder cracking in the clear sky as soon as you do so. You have learnt to ignore when that happens, every minimum disturbance on Thor's emotions can cause such things. "I can't really dance."

"Oh shut it, Stevie."

The "Love is Strange" lyrics are still playing in the background when you engulf Steve into your arms, guiding his hands dangerously low on your hips, then resting yours on his shoulders. You had on the highest heels in your wardrobe, possibly why you were able to dance nicely with him, your bodies grinding together to the sexy tune.

It was mean of you to tease him like that, to bring out the jealousy from the depths of your thunder god. In your defence, you had told him countless times Steve was just a friend you liked hanging out with, that he was nice and sweet. Plus he had his eyes on somebody else, which was exactly why you were dancing with him like that. You wanted to urge jealousy from her so she’d finally speak up about her feelings towards Steve.

“Thor is going to kill me.” He mumbles into your ear, your body being thrown back lightly only to be jerked back up. “Have you seen the way he’s looking at us?”

“Shhh.” You giggle, placing two fingers against his lips. “Only you know, Steve, plus I told him nothing is going between us. He trusts me.”

“I don’t think he trusts me, though.”

Hiding your face on the crook of his neck, you laugh again, another thunder roaring outside. You remark yourself to have a really serious conversation with him about that. The song was nearly over when you were startled by the sound of a door being slammed, so strongly you feared it'd go off of the hinges. A sigh escaped as you unwrapped your arms from your friend, whispering that you'd take care of that situation.

As you made your way into the balcony, your mind swirled around the fact if your friends suspected of your involvement with the mighty Thor, they were now sure something was going on. Not that you were embarrassed by him or anything. God, no. You wanted to rub him on each person who ever diminished you and made you feel hard to love.

Thor loved you easily, that's why you wanted to keep him as your little secret.

"Thor…" Carefully placing your hand on his middle back, you feel him tense up. "Why'd you leave like that?"

"Why do you care?"

"Oi!" It comes off louder than you expected it to be. "Don't treat me like that, mister."

"Fine. Then tell me something." Thor suddenly turns to you, eyes in a dark shade of blue, filled with resentment. "You work so hard to keep us a secret, you say that it could be dangerous for both of us, but I don't see you holding back with the Captain."

"Because everybody knows he's just my friend." A low grunt rumbles on his chest, you inch closer to him. "Are you jealous, my love?"

Dropping his shoulders in defeat, Thor gives his back to you, gazing up at the dark sky, greyish clouds gathering together once he does so. It looks like it's going to rain soon. You realise that this little stunt of yours got to him more than it should have. You hate that you made him feel insecure about your relationship, it was never really the point.

If Thor wants a dance, he’ll get a dance.

"Come here, lover boy." You mumble, mimicking the song you were dancing with Steve just a few minutes ago. He doesn't answer, he doesn't even flinch. "Oh, lover boy…"

There’s a slight change of weight between his long legs, although he’s still not looking at you. Smacking your lips, you move closer to him again, wounding your arms around his waist, your hands dipping under the loose t-shirt he was wearing, crawling up to his chest, brushing the sizzling skin. Only then you notice him relax a little, his guard still very much up.

“Baby...” Tracing up to the toned muscles on his back with your nose, you take in his inebriating smell,  clinging to the feeling of him shuddering under the palms of your hands. “My sweet baby…”

In a swift movement, so fast you can’t even tell what’s happening, Thor has you pressed against the wall, the chill temperature and the fact he’s so close to you makes it hard to breathe. Your breasts bump into his abdomen lightly, arms wrapping around his neck while he lifts you up by holding the back of your thighs, hands so large gripping the tender flesh.

A quiet moan leaves your lips, fuelling him to move his hips against yours even further.

“You’re the one.” You finish. “The only one for me, my love.”

“I cannot stay mad at you, can I, my queen?” Thor’s voice is raspy, so deep that if your core could scream, it would be doing so at full lung capacity. “Do want to leave his party?”

“I have the feeling that if we don’t, you’re just going to take me right here.” A chuckle trembles on the crook of your neck, the prickling of his beard lighting a fire within you. “And I’m really not in the mood to put up with Tony’s witty remarks about my sex life.”

“So you are no longer concerned about them knowing about us?” It shoots off mixed sensations, a wave of guilt washing over you again.

“No. I don’t care anymore.” You answer softly, cupping his cheeks. “I love you. You have no idea how much.”

“So do I, Sól mín.”

The sound of his voice when speaking in his first language send chills down your spine, so you hug him like you’re afraid to let him go or move away from you. Every moment with him is like that, an abrasive will to forever be by his side, to eat him whole and be eaten by him. It was crazy how much she needed him.

“What does that mean?”

“My sun.” He says, helping you down so you can finally leave. “That’s what you are to me.”

“The sun is actually a pretty small star.”

“Hmm, you are a pretty small star too, my queen.” Thor mocks, patting the top of your head. “But I love you nonetheless.”

“Come, otherwise we will have to put up with Tony’s jokes because I most certainly will rip your clothes off and make love to you right here.”

He laughs, guiding you out through the people and towards the exit of the building. The eyes of all of your friends never leave the two of you, but, at that moment, you’re happy and nothing else matters.

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[mindingmyownbusiness]

This was FANTASTIC 💜💜💜

Him

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Counter: 4,327

Warnings: mentions of sex, cursing

Request: please write a cute or cute & angst bucky your work is amazing :) also @mcdanno71 asked for Bucky a long time ago so here’s this

A/N: I’ve never written like a legit slowburn before, idk if this even counts as a slowburn anywhomst I worked really hard on this so I hope y’all like it this is also like the longest thing I’ve ever written

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He was here everyday. The same dark shaggy hair peeking through the front of his hoodie, shielding his face from the view of everyone else in the room. With his hands tucked into the pockets of his dingy sweat jacket, his stance is tense in front of  the exhibit.

Everyday for the last two weeks he had come to the museum, standing almost expectantly at the James Buchanan Barnes memorial. She never knew how to approach him, always lingering in the horizon of his vision going unnoticed; or so she thought.

Her attention would eventually be grabbed away by a small child, or maybe an older gentleman who needed directions. This would be the only times when Bucky’s stare would deter from the exhibit. Something about that sweet young women in his peripheral vision that just exuded trust and empathy. He had noticed her right away, his old training still engraved in his instincts. Reading a room for potential threats would be a cautionary measure that wouldn’t leave Bucky’s subconscious for a long time.

Bucky would take the small moment where she wasn’t looking at him to let his gaze fall onto her, his cold and calculating eyes almost softening as he watched her squat down next to a little girl holding a toy shield. Her eyes would light up as she answered the little one’s question. She’d make some vague hand gesture pertaining to a conversation he didn’t understand, and then suddenly she’d look up.

Their eyes would lock for the first time, and although the small child is still at her side and Bucky’s every nerve is telling him to look away, neither of them do. It’s almost as if the moment freezes, his icy blue orbs drilling into her own warm and welcoming eyes.

After a few moments the child walks away, now bored since their new friend is zoned out; freeing her from the conversation. Finally breaking the stare off Bucky looks straight ahead of himself again, trying to shake the nonverbal exchange and simultaneously trying to recognize the man staring back at him. That can’t be him, he’d remember if he was a hero.

He’d be so caught up in distracting himself that, he wouldn’t hear the soft pitter-patter of footsteps approaching him. Suddenly a soft voice would ring in his ears, like a soothing wind chime carried by a summer breeze.

“Is there anything I can do for you today, sir?” Her voice would sound steady, despite the nervous beating of her heart; barely able to contain her anxiety as she finally spoke to him.

Bucky’s eyes would snap to her, noticing how she offered him a friendly smile. Not being able to muster one up in return, he just shakes his head; trying not to let his eyes linger on  her for longer than needed this time. Refocusing his attention on the display he distantly hears her reply.

His mind is already miles away, meanwhile her thoughts are still trained on the mysterious gentleman, because her subconscious is itching to know why he seems so familiar. The strong jawline and captivating eyes make her feel like she’s seen them somewhere before.

Pushing the feeling to the back of her mind, Y/N walks away, feeling slightly defeated and even more confused.

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Bucky went back the next day, like he always did now. She was there again too, like she was everyday.

Bucky positioned himself in front of the same exhibit, studying it for what felt like the hundredth time. Everyday Bucky hoped it would show him an answer, and everyday he was disappointed.

Y/N watched him from far way, the two of them seemingly stuck in a never ending loop. Bucky staring at the memorial, Y/N staring at Bucky, and both of them fighting the instinct to talk to the other.

Building up the courage to confront him you walked over, every nerve in your body on fire as you came closer and closer to where he stood. Bucky’s own breathing becoming uneven as he noticed you approaching, refusing to watch you walk over he focused even harder on the biography.

“You look like him.” You blurted out, heat rising to your cheeks as you heard yourself speak; the comment suddenly sounding a lot less smooth now that you had said it out loud.

Bucky snapped his head towards you, taking in your nervous form, his eyes softening as gazed at your features. Realizing he had to respond, Bucky struggled for an answer. “Really?” He doubted, trying to play dumb.

“Yeah uh-“ you moved to stand next to him, switching you gaze between him and the man in on the poster. “Shave the beard, and maybe a shorter haircut. Pretty much identical.” You explained, a light laugh following your words; your heart racing because you finally talking to him.

Shaking his head in disagreement, Bucky couldn’t help the small trace of smile that found his lips, “I just don’t see it.” He shrugged, tucking his hands into his pockets.

Taking another step forward you moved so we’re directly beside him, training your gaze on the photograph, taking in a deep breath to try and summon some courage, “What’s your name?” Briefly glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, darting your gaze away when you catch him already observing you.

Bucky hesitates for a second, not sure how to answer. It’s been so long since someone asked him his name, since someone’s pretty much asked him anything. God, it’s been so long since anyone spoke to him with so much kindness, as if they were actually interested in him and what he thought, felt or wanted.

“Bucky.” He pointed to name at the top of the banner, “Oddly enough.”

A small laugh leaves your lips at the irony of his statement, your previous theory finding its way to the front of your thoughts again. “You’re kidding?” You ask, turning your head to look at him in disbelief, only to find no trace of this being a joke on his face. “Wow.” You chuckle again, a large smile playing at his lips because he’s having an actual conversation with you.

“I’m Y/N by the way.” Your voice light, like a summer breeze; warming Bucky up with each syllable. His brain feeling even more scrambled than before, but in a good way.

Reaching out his hand, he ignores the tingles that shoot up his arm when you shake it, trying not to focus on how smooth your hand is, or how small it feels in his large calloused one.

You’re suddenly pulled away when a co-worker comes over and grabs you by the arm, murmuring something along the lines of, “How many times has I told you to stop hanging out in Captain America Exhibit? I don’t care how hot the guy is, you have actual fucking work to do.”

Throwing Bucky one last look you’re taken away, stuttering out an apology to your boss. Meanwhile Bucky is staring at the space you left behind, and wondering why his heart feels so frenzied.

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The next time Bucky comes back, it’s not because he’s looking for answers.

He tells himself that’s why, but deep down he knows that you’re the one pulling him there. You’re the reason he can’t seem to keep a straight face when he takes his place in front of the exhibit.

He doesn’t see you at first. Bucky keeps checking all the entrances, probably looking a little lost, but he doesn’t see you.

“Just can’t seem to stay away can you?” You tease, giggling when he jumps in surprise. Your laughter fading as he turns around with a murmurous look in his eyes, his jaw clenched, and his chest rising heavily.

Bucky doesn’t realize he freaked out until a few seconds later, almost as if he didn’t have control over his own person. His form immediately relaxing when he sees it’s just you. A strained smile forcing its way onto his handsome face. He didn’t even realize his arm had begun to whirl underneath his jacket, mental cursing the prosthetic once he heard it.

He stared at you for a minute, hating how you looked more concerned than afraid, how your eyes flickered down to his arm in curiously rather than fear. Instead of backing away you took a step closer, your face softening even more as you inches toward him. “Sorry,” you apologized, clearing your throat awkwardly. “I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that.”

Your dad had suffered from PTSD for years, you knew what a soldier looked like. He had to be one, or have at least expeirenced in something traumatic. The realization leaving your heart yearning to help him, the natural instinct to hold him when you saw his reaction.

Bucky shook his head at your words, “No, no, it’s okay. I’m the weird one.” He half-joked. “Don’t worry about it Y/N.” He reassured you, his mind stuttering over how much he likes the way your name rolls off of his tongue, how natural it felt to say it.

Shaking the last thought from his mind, he offers you a smile, still not showing his teeth, but it warm enough to help you relax. “So anyway,” you prompted, your head toward the exhibit, “Just can’t get enough of this place? Can you Bucky?” You joked, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth out of nerves; the action only drawing Bucky’s attention to your perfectly shaped lips. His mind wondering what it would be like to hear your scream his name, have your lips on his own.

His mouth moving faster than his mind, Bucky doesn’t even realize what he says next “Maybe I just missed you, Doll.” He shot back, eyes widening as he realized what he said.

The sounds of the pet name had your heart beating even faster than before, it sounded so old fashioned, so did most of how he talked quite honestly. Not letting yourself linger on that thought though, you quickly fire back a response. “That’s better reason than wanting to look at a picture of dead guy.” You joke, your body feeling hot with embarrassment.

Without thinking Bucky responds, “Who said he’s dead?” He theorizes, cocking  an eyebrow in your direction. He doesn’t know where all this confidence came from, maybe he’s just high off of you. Whatever it is, he prays it doesn’t leave him now.

Quirking your lips up at his answer you glance between him and photo for what feels like the hundredth time, and you once again ignore how something feels off.

Bucky takes this moment, while your mind is distracted, to look at you. Taking in his you’re not in your typical uniform, just simple jeans a t-shirt; meaning you were working right now.

“What do you come here on your days off too?” He interrogated lightly, trying to shut up the voice in the back of his head hoping that you came there in hopes of seeing him.

Knocking you out of your thoughts, you take a minute to look down as if you had forgotten what you were wearing, “Oh- um, yeah.” You stumble, trying to come up with a logical excuse where you weren’t the crazy chick who came to the museum on the day off in hopes of seeing the hot stranger she just so happens to have a crush on. “No, I mean. I just got off my shift and figured I’d stop by and see if my favorite visitor was here.” You try and flirt, hoping to take the heat of the previous subject.

Bucky seems to buy it, and if he doesn’t, he’s at least kind enough not to say anything. “Well, if you just got off of work, you wouldn’t happen to be free for a cup of coffee or something would you?” He tentatively asks, filling expecting you to deny him. Instead however, you say yes.

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“They never found a body y’know.” You take a sip out of your drink as you sit down at a booth across from Bucky, dropping the ominous comment out of the blue.

Bucky, nearly spitting out his drink at your remark, manages to choke out a “What?” His eyes slightly bugged out.

“The guy you’re obsessed with,” you explain as if it should be obvious, “James Barnes. They never found his body. He could be frozen or something like Captan America.” You suggest, realizes just how ludicrous you sound, but having a hard time caring about how you sound.

Bucky scoffs, muttering under his breath, “I’m nothing like Captain fucking America.” He whispers, eyes darkening a shade at the comparison.

You can’t quite catch what he says, and aren’t too sure as to why he staring at his drink like it just killed his first born. “What was that?” You ask innocently, drawing Bucky’s attention back to you.

“Nothing Doll,” he smiles, quickly reverting back to his charming persona. “I was just saying I never heard the whole story about Captain America.” He draws, letting his own curiosity peak through.

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head, sure you were a history nerd, and you absolutely adored this kind of stuff, but everything that had happened with Captain America during World War II was part of basic curriculum at high schools. Everyone knew what happened.

You smile at him, confusion still clouding your eyes, “For some who has spent almost every day for the last two weeks at his exhibit, you sure as hell don’t seem like you paid much attention.” You giggled, taking another sip.

The conversation halts as Bucky leans his one arm over the table, taking his thumb and collecting the froth that had gathered off of your upper lip. Bucky freezing when he realized what he had done. He couldn’t explain it, when we he was around you it was like his body moved on it’s own accord. Awkward retracting his arm he placed it back under the table, wiping the residue in his jeans.

Muttering a quiet ‘Thanks’ you launch into a history lesson. Desperate to fill the silence with anything, grateful when Bucky let you, his whole body leaning into your every word as if you were reciting the gospel. Something about how your eyes lit up as you were talking, or how your lips formed to create each word. He wanted to listen to you for as long as you’d let him.

The two of you end up sitting at the booth for a couple of hours after that, sharing stories, and you inadvertently filling him in on big historic events he missed, although Bucky’s pretty sure he just wants to listen to you talk more.

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The day after that Bucky doesn’t show up, you spend the day mulling around the exhibit, feeling stupid and kicking yourself for misinterpreting things. It’s when you’re leaving work that he makes his appearance. His large form hunched over on a bench outside.

“Bucky?” You ask, trying not to sound to excited, his head shooting up at the sound of you voice. “Hey, what’s up?”

You step over towards him, not realizing just how close you are until he stands up and you can smell his cologne, feel his breath fan your face, and if you moved just a couple inches closer his hair would brush against your forehead. Bucky, lets out a nervous laugh, his eyes darting around everywhere but your face.

“Buck? What’s wrong?” You ask, getting more concerned with his lack of response.

Bucky shakes his head, “No, no nothing’s wrong, I’ve been here for like two hours, ‘cause I didn’t know what time you got off, and I’m starting to feel really stupid because you don’t even really know me, but I just really wanted to see you and- Wow. This sounded a lot better in my head.” He rambles, trailing off at the end and finally meeting your eyes.

He expected you to get freaked out, and tell him to please leave you alone, but instead you’re already smiling when he looks at you. “I spent all day wandering around the museum and hoping you’d show up.” You admit, laughing at how childish it all sounds now.

“Really?” He chuckles, subconsciously leaning in closer.

Feeling embarrassment creep through your body, you step away, hoping you’ll be able think clearly if you’re not breathing him in. “Yeah um, I don’t know what it is, but something about you makes me feel like I’m back in high school with a crush.” You prattle on.

Bucky just looks at you with a sober gaze, his eyes intense, his mind whirling with questions and his stomach full with anxiety and butterflies. Any kind of joking atmosphere that was between you is gone now, replaced with a pregnant silence, the space between the two of you heavy, but somehow still comfortable.

“Wanna go to dinner?” He asks, nodding towards an Italian restaurant across the street.

You nod in response, your mouth suddenly dry.  Finally finding your words you manage to choke out, “Yeah, that’d be really nice.”

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Sitting on the couch in Bucky’s apartment, you can barely keep your eyes open.  Your snuggled into his chest, feeling him move with every inhale and exhale. Tilting your head up, you stare at his features with half-lidded eyes; studying his jaw, the curve of his nose and the way his lips naturally pucker.

You know you’re just friends, but in the moment the air feels so heavy and the only viable option is to kiss him. The light of the TV is bouncing off of his features, illuminating his skin ever so slightly.

His eyes flicker down to your face when he feels your gaze, a knowing smirk painting his face when he sees your pupils trained on his lips. He wants to kiss you, God he wants to kiss you.  

But you need to know first.

Stretching himself to the side for a moment, his abdomen clenches while he grabs the remote while attempting not to disturb you. You feel his stomach tense beneath the hand you had resting there, the out line of him and suddenly more prominent, and you suddenly more away of their presence.

“Y/N.” He ventured, his eye noticing you moving you closer, but his mind failing to tell his body to move you away. “I need to tell you something.”

Looking at him, your face converted in exhaustion you just nod, only partially listening to his next words. “I’m him.”

Pausing your slow approach you tear you gaze away from his lips, “Him?”

“Bucky Barnes, the dead museum dude. I’m him.” He sighs, feeling a dead weight lift off of his shoulders.

Shrugging you resume your slow incline towards him, “I knew that already.” You had figured it out already, no one looks that much like a dead guy without being the actual dead guy, besides, weirder  Your a hair’s breathe away from him now, his small gasp fanning your lips.

Resting your forehead against his, you shift your body, placing a leg either side of him, one hand resting on each shoulder for support as you straddle him. Bucky’s large palms naturally finding their way to your waist, holding you steady.

Looking at you incredulously Bucky can’t help but smile, any further explanation or questions leaving him, because you’re so close, and he needs to kiss you, just as much as you need to kiss him.

You’re not sure who makes the final move, but your lips are touching, his lips trapping your bottom one, gently caressing them when his own, mentally noting how you taste like Reese’s Pieces a new candy he had just tried for the first time that night. He liked the flavor a lot more when it was mixed with you.

When you pull away your lips are still feathering over top of his, as your eyes open to look at him, he looks at you with so much admiration, and he swears that he knew in that moment that he loved you.

“We have a lot to talk about.” He speaks, lifting his hand to softly tuck your hair behind your ear. Pressing your lips against his again you murmur into his mouth.

“Talk tomorrow. Kiss now.” You command, sleepily kissing him, the two of you eventually falling asleep on each other.

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“Bucky?” You call out, dropping your purse by the door. “I know you hate it when I come over unannounced, but if you didn’t want surprise visits you should never have given me a key.” You announce into the seemingly empty apartment, checking the rooms for your boyfriend stepping through the threshold of the living room, you continue to talk, “I got you food, because you always forget to, I swear if you didn’t have me as your super awesome girlfriend, you would starve.” You joke, still getting no response. Making your way into the kitchen, you pull your phone out of your back pocket.

Beginning to type out a text to him, you don’t see the man standing behind the island. Placing the grocery bag you had been holding on the counter, putting your phone down next to it, still blissfully unaware.

Pulling a bag of chips out of the plastic you finally look up, letting out a small squeal in surprise when you see Captain fucking America standing there. He seems just as surprised at you, his arm slowly lowering the shield he has been holding in defense.

Freezing in place you can process what’s happening, “Holy Shit.” You whisper, watching him study you. “You’re here for Bucky aren’t you?” You check, letting the phone hit the counter as you press send, looking the strapping man in the eyes, and trying not to freak out.

He just nods, looking at you in confusion. “Your Bucky’s girlfriend?” He trails off, the statement sounding more like a question. Nodding in response you snap your head towards the front of the apartment when you hear the door open.

“Y/N?” Bucky calls out, noticing your bag by the door. “Why didn’t you call?” His footsteps getting closer every second “I told you I hate to keep you wait-“ his sentence cuts off as he enters the kitchen.

“Bucky?” The man whispers, watching as you step to stand beside your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his torso, his own protectively curling around your waist, his face hardening as he glares at the man across the room.

“What are you doing here?”

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“I promise I’ll come back for you.” 

It’s felt like decades since you last heard from him. His face has been plastered all over the news for days, countless people tearing his name to shreds. You thought it would be weeks until you saw him again, surely he couldn’t risk coming back for you, not yet at least.

With each passing day you couldn’t help the feeling of your hope ebbing away slowly, the odds of seeing your boyfriend again feeling more and more dismal.

To say you were happy when he came knocking on your door would be an understatement.

The first thing you do is kiss him, not being able to resist after having gone so long without his lips. The second thing you do is slap him, “Because what the fuck took so long that you couldn’t send me a fucking text Barnes.” The third thing you do is ask him what the plan is.

“Where do we go from here?” You’re sitting at the island with Bucky, Captain America (no matter how many times he tells you to call him Steve, it just doesn’t feel right), and Sam.

Bucky takes your hand in his, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your palm to help calm you down, “You—, aren’t going anywhere.” He laments, before gesturing to himself and the two other men, “We’re going off the radar for a while.”

Shaking your head in disagreement you pull your hand away from him, “No, babe you don’t understand.” You speak to him in an almost childish manner, smiling at the two other gentleman so that they know you’re directing your next comment to them as well. “You’re not leaving me behind again.” You cross your arms to help push your point across.

Steve, being the first to take initiative, stands up and begins to move towards the door as he speaks. “Sounds good to me. Sorry Buck, but I’m with your girl on this one. She should be with us.” Sam follows closely behind him, not saying anything, just nodding in silent agreement.

“Then it’s settled,” you affirm, trailing behind the other two, passing by Bucky who is still frozen in place, wondering what the hell just happened.

“C’mon Soldier.” You shout, snapping him out of his reverie, smiling as he comes around, interlocking his hand with yours once he’s close enough.

“I’m afraid you’ll get hurt, I don’t know what I’d do if something happened.” He whispered, low enough for just you to hear it, keeping you back as the other two continued forward. “Y/N, I love you so much.” His voice is filled with sincerity, his gorgeous eyes searching yours for any sign of fear and instead finding determination.

“You can’t get rid of me easily, I love you too.” You whisper back, pecking his lips before skipping ahead.

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So Lucky (H.O)

Harrison x Reader

Request:  RUNNING LINES WITH HAZ WHILE YOU PAINT HIS BACK PLEEESE WRITE SOMETHING HC OR FIC OR WHATEVER BUT PLEEESE WRITE IT by @precious-peter

Word Count: 833

A/N: So. I have no explanation for this. Here you go. Pure fluff

Warnings: lack of editing

Harrison sat on the bed in a hoodie and jeans, his iPad sat in front of him, the words written across the screen staring back up at him. He picked up the tablet and was going to head to the living room where you were sure to be, only to be met with you standing halfway down the hall, headed towards the bedroom.

“Can I paint your back?” You asked. It wasn’t an odd request. Maybe the first time you asked it seemed a little strange but he’d gotten used to it over the course of your relationship. The question only appearing more when the two of you had moved into together.

Harrison didn’t mind. He knew you only asked when you were stressed or bored out of your mind. Some called it a waste of paint and money, but you saw it as more of an opportunity to create something fun and pretty, on your even prettier boyfriend, without having to waste a canvas or figure out what to do with it after while also leaving more room for error. It didn’t take long for Harrison to find comfort in the brush strokes across his back, even once falling asleep while you were preoccupied with him. It was like a temporary tattoo. You’d paint, take a photo, show him and then wash it off, leaving little to no trace of whatever you had created.

“Can I run lines while you do? It’s a monologue but I’d still like your input on delivery” Harrison wasn’t even sure why he’d asked. He knew you enjoyed listening to his voice, no matter what he was talking about. He knew you’d rather enjoy this one though.

“Of course” You nodded.

“Great” Harrison pulled off his sweater, throwing it into the bedroom and heading to the living room where he placed the throw blanket on the floor and laid on top of it, setting up the IPad so it leant against the couch. Easy to read.

“Whatcha gonna paint this time darling?” He spoke as you placed a few paintbrushes and a palette on the ground next to him and shrugged.

“Not sure. Maybe a skyline again” Your back was towards him as you pulled out various paint bottles, Harrison couldn’t see what colours you’d chosen.

“City or forest?” You place the bottles down next to the brushes and sat so you were straddling his thighs.

“We’ll see” You shrugged. He couldn’t see it but knew you did. “You can start reading whenever Haz”

“It has been three hundred and sixty five days since I last saw you” he started, as you placed paint on the palette. Harrison felt you start in the centre of his upper back, rounding out the shape. You feel his muscles tense at the cold, but relax soon after

“If I could make you smile, that was all that mattered” You’d put down the brush and picked up another. Going in around the shape you had just finished painting. You’re sitting next to him now as he continues to recite the lines while you listen. Stopping occasionally when his voice distracted you. You wiped off a small bit of paint that was out of place, wiping it off of your thumb and onto your own bare hand.

Harrison continued reading, you couldn’t tell how close he was to the end, so you lie next to him on your side, admiring his profile as he spoke.

“And I struggle to put together how it feels. Hearing your voice. Being by your side. Spending every moment with you” He pauses. “There are words. Three of them. Three words. I” Harrison looks over at you, “I love you”

A smile pulls at your lips and you lean in to kiss his cheek. “It was beautiful, love”

“No criticism?” He tilts his head more, looking at you curiously.

“I wouldn’t change a thing” You shake your head. “Joshua will love it too, I’m sure of it”

“Thank you darling” Harrison places a kiss on your nose and you scrunch up your face. “I want to see what you painted” He nudged you with his elbow. You got up and took the photo of his back on your phone, showing him it a moment later.

Harrison looks at the photo and then over at you less than a second later. If his eyebrows were any higher, they’d be a part of his hairline. “Seriously Y/N? You said you were painting a skyline”

“No. I said I might paint a skyline. That painting of Squidward was never out of the question” You bite your lip in attempt to hold back laughter

“Oh you are relentless” He starts to get up and so you do, only slightly faster than he doe. You take off down the hall, not really sure where your escape plan is leading you. Harrison grabs you by the waist, pulling you back against his chest “You are so lucky I’m in love with you”

so for anyone whose wondering i mean this painting. also if you wanna buy it apparently you can so. you’re welcome?

tags: @precious-peter @parkerpuffwrites @frenfics @hazsterfield @summernykole

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plagiarism sucks!! You’re doing the right thing, expose them honey!!!

I just don’t want her to steal anyone else’s work tbh

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2/14

TomxReader

(not my gif)

Request: can you do a t.h one based on the song 2/14 by the band camino also can you do a friends to lovers with tom?

A/N: happy valentine’s day my friends!! i tried my darndest on this. here is the song. hope you enjoy

Word count: 1.8k

Second guess these words of mine, I

always thought that I'd be fine with you

“Tom what are you doing here” You held the door open to your apartment, in your pyjamas, while Tom stood just outside of it, smiling wide. Fully dressed in a winter coat, hat, scarf, the whole ordeal.

“It’s Valentine’s day, and knowing you, you were going to spend it inside binging whatever show it is you’re onto now” Tom walks into the apartment and you shut the door slowly behind him, turning to glare at him “You’re my best friend Y/N. We are going to go skating, and we can laugh at all the gross, cheesy couples”

He watched you as you chewed on your lip, arms crossed over your chest. A moment longer as you pulled out your phone and checked the time before putting it away again. The smile never leaving Tom’s lips.

“I’ll buy you hot chocolate after”

“Give me twenty minutes to get ready”

But ever since we crossed that line  got your

green eyes in the back of my mind, its true

The two of you skated around the ice a few times, Tom wobbling and slipping more than he was actually skating.

“Here” You turned so you were in front of him, skating backwards, and held out your mitten covered hands for him to take.

“Darling I’m fine” Tom protested, followed immediately by him slipping again. He grabbed your forearms to support himself. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him.

“That must have been some sort of karma” You teased, he let go of your arms momentarily only to grab your hands a second later.

“I promise I know how to skate, the ice is slippery-er than normal” He defended himself poorly, switching his gaze between you and his feet, careful of where he was going.

“Oh sure blame the ice” You smiled at Tom, he felt his heart grow warmer at the smile. It was such a drastic difference from the pout and glare he couldn’t seem to rid you of before you’d arrived at the rink.

“This is why I love you” He spoke quietly. It wasn’t abnormal for the two of you to say that you love each other. Tom knew this time it meant something more though. He hoped that you knew it too.

The two of you stayed like that for what felt like an hour, you skating backwards while he holds onto you for balance and points out the various couples, urging some sarcastic disgusted face out of you.

But I can’t be just friends

you're messing with my head

and I know what I said but,

these feelings they keep runnin' the red

“I think I’ve got it now” Tom smiles, loosening his grip on your hands, instantly missing the comfort it brought him.

“You sure?” You look up at him for confirmation.

“Yeah. I’m sure” Tom nods. He hesitantly lets go of your hands, you do as well, letting them hover around his still in case he fell.

Tom glides gently on the ice, his arms outstretched to keep his balance. You skate around to his side, no longer in front of him. He’s sure he has a dopey grin on his face, unsure if it’s from him not falling or from you having held his hands for so long. He missed the warmth of your gloved hands on his.

“I’m almost impressed” You chuckled softly, smiling wide, the smile that hadn’t left your face since the two of you had stepped on the ice. Tom starts to lower his hands down to his sides, still staring down at his feet. He looked up at you once they were down and he was mostly sure of his balance. His smile was wide. Shocked satisfaction on his features. His eyes bright.

Less than three seconds pass before he’s flat on the ice, groaning while you attempt to hold back your laughter.

“I was so sure that I had it” Tom grunts as he sits up, propped up on his elbows.

“I was too for a moment” You bite back a smile with little success.

“Will you help me up darlin’”

“No” You shake your head, cheeks hurting from how much you were smiling, only worc=seneed by the offended expression Tom pulled. “If I help you up I’m gonna end up down there with you. And then where will we be huh? Stuck on the ground”

“Y/N. Please?” He pleads, pouting.

“No Tom” You shake your head again, trying to keep a straight face.

I got your heart on my mind and

you said, that I could come by anytime but I can't,

I can't fall in love tonight

I can't fall in love tonight

Tom juts out his bottom lip and looks up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Please?” He tries again. You have to admire his tenacity. In the amount of time he spent asking you to help him up, he could have gotten up on his own already.

“Fine” You groan and reach your hand out and take his, pulling him up and slipping almost immediately. You grunt as you hit the ice but start to laugh once the immediate pain had faded. “Did you pull me down?”

“Maybe a little” He smirks

You look up at Tom. His eyes are soft, filled with humour and something more that you can’t quite identify. You notice how he worries the very edge of his lip with his teeth, something that you wouldn’t have noticed had you been any further apart. But you’re so close. You can see the scar on his chin, and the slight deformation on his nose from the three breaks. His lips are chapped, much as you assume your own to be as well. Have his eyes always been that bright? You could’ve sworn they weren’t. You notice the slight puffiness under his eyes that always seemed to be there, no matter what. You can feel his breath on your skin. On your lips. And suddenly his lips are pressed against yours.

I got, your face on my mind and

it was fun, runnin' around for a while but I can't,

I can't fall in love tonight

I can't fall in love tonight

It takes a moment for you to realize what is happening. A moment long enough to realize what he’s doing and notice that you aren’t reciprocating. He’s about to pull away but then you start to kiss him back. It’s soft and sweet and neither of you really know where it came from.

You pull away first. Tom hesitates to open his eyes when he does he sees you starting to get up and he follows suit.

two steps forward, one step back and

it won’t be long til my heart attack, yup!

Sitting in the cafe, Tom goes to get both of you hot chocolates. You can’t seem to stop thinking about the kiss. You stared blankly at the centre of the table, drumming your fingers on the wooden top. You could still feel his lips on yours. An imprint of where he was, where you wish he’d be again. If someone had asked you a week ago, or even hours ago, if you felt anything for Tom, you would have said no. Would have said that he’s your best friend and you wouldn’t trade him for the world. Although true, you were lying to yourself.

Maybe you always felt something for Tom. Thinking back on your friendship, you can’t find a point of when your feelings turned. The two of you flirted almost constantly, though you’d never taken it seriously. The thousands ‘I love you’s, uttered during movie nights or texted before Tom left or before any audition. People had asked if you two were together and you’d always said no.  But you definitely always felt something for Tom. Only never admitted it to yourself. You find yourself hoping that he feels the same.

But he was the one who kissed you.

That doesn’t necessarily mean anything, but you pray it does.

and common sense falls second place

to the way it feels when you kiss my face, yup!

But I can't be just friends

you're messing with my head

and I know what I said but,

these feelings they keep runnin' the red

A mug placed in front of you pulled you out of your thoughts, your eyes flicking up to meet a red cheeked, smiling Tom. You smile back at him before taking a cautious sip of the hot chocolate, filled to the rim and scalding hot, only soothed by the cool whipped cream spiralled on top.

“So uh” Tom clears his throat, breaking the silence, “I’m uh. Sorry. I’m really sorry about the kiss” He looks over at you, waiting for some kind of response. You watch the skaters still on the ice through the window. “I didn’t mean to-”

“Tom. ‘s alright” You meet his eyes and they soften rapidly. He breathes in and out slowly, nodding as he does so.

“It’s just that” His next words are all slurred together, as if it was just one big word, “I’ve liked you for a while, like well over a year, and I never knew if i should act on it or not and then you were right there in front of me and you were so pretty and I just” He finally inhales “had to”

You can’t help but chuckle at him. He continues “Doesn’t have to mean anything though. Were friends and we’ve always been friends. Nothing has to change between us” He keeps his expression blank, looking to you for an answer. To tell him where to go from here.

I got your heart on my mind and

you said, that I could come by anytime but I can't,

I can't fall in love tonight

I can't fall in love tonight

“Just because things don’t have to change doesn’t mean they can’t” You look up from the mug to Tom. His mouth is open slightly. He closes it and reopens a couple times, contemplating what to say. It’s not an answer he expected. And not one you expected either. But you say it and you don’t regret it. The last thing you had hoped for was to realize you’re in love with your best friend on Valentine’s Day or all days, but maybe it was fate. You’ll never know until you try. To say you’re terrified is an understatement. If things go awry, you could lose your friendship, everything that’s been built over the past years. But it’s a leap. One you’re willing to take, and Tom is as well. He finally speaks.

“I think I’d like that”

I got, your face on my mind and

it was fun, runnin' around for awhile but I can't,

I can't fall in love tonight

I can't fall in love tonight

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