#kits250challenge

[sunflowersteves]

i don’t hate you || b.b.

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 || Bucky has always hated you, since the day you met but you’ve never been able to hate him back.

𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 || “From the bottom of my heart… what the fuck?”

author’s note || I was supposed to finish this WAY sooner so I could start writing on series/requests but then 5 minutes of tik tok turned into 3 hours… so yeah.. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this angst! Written for @kitkatd7​’s 250 Writing Challenge! Congrats on 250, love!!

warnings || angst, fluff, swearing, smut [18+], minors do not interact, asshole!bucky, physical abuse is mentioned (it’s not explicit but please read with caution)

James Buchanan Barnes hates you. Absolutely loathes you. But you can’t find it in yourself to hate him. But you should. You should hate the ground he walks on from the number of times he’s treated you like utter shit. You should throw him out of the tower for the number of names he’s called you.

But for some reason, you don’t hate the son of the bitch. You don’t hate how he tells everyone he’s ‘going to the gym’ when in fact he goes to a field to pick flowers. You don’t hate how he’ll protect the people he loves even if it gets him captured, tortured, or even killed. You don’t hate how in the morning he makes the whole team a batch of coffee without saying anything. You don’t hate how despite the pure hatred he has towards you, he still calms you down during your nightmares.

As a matter of fact, the only feeling that seems to flutter out of you when he’s around is fervor, warmth, and giddiness. And that drives you fucking insane. How can a man that has only brought you disgusted looks, snappy remarks, and exasperated arguments make you adore him?

And you don’t think you’ll ever be able to answer that question. You have absolutely zero clue why you love somebody who hates you. 

However, the one thing you hate, the one thing that makes your heart fill with animosity and malice are his actions towards you. And you have no idea why! The first day that Fury introduced you to the team, everyone had been the utmost kindest towards you. They had greeted you with beaming smiles and laughter except for him. He looked at you with narrowed eyes and a flattened smile but you never chose to be mean back. Well, unless he made snappy comments or argued with you. Then you gave him hell, which only led more fuel into his weird hatred towards you.

And today was no different, the whole team was eating breakfast and you all had been just talking pleasantly until Bucky came in with a grunt and made a sly comment as the only seat left empty was next to yours. 

Tony rolled his eyes and picked up his orange juice to take a sip. “So what are you gonna do today, kid?” You set your fork down, moving your attention solely onto him.

“I think I’m going to make her a bouquet of her favorite flowers.” The team all smiled and some gave you sympathetic looks. Tony offered to help, knowing much about how you’re feeling on days like these.

Bucky snarked, “For who?” You blinked, shoving around some of the scrambled eggs on your plate with a fork. “My mom.” Bucky laughed while the whole team just fell silent, shocked at Bucky’s belligerent actions. You looked at him with small tears in your eyes. 

“Oh, don’t get teary-eyed on me. That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard. A homemade flower bouquet?” You quickly got out of your seat and ran to your room, slamming the door behind you. Bucky was still snickering, not grasping the light of the room until the whole team started to yell at him.

“What the fuck, Bucky?” Nat screamed at him. He looked at everyone confused by their disappointment. “What? It’s lame to-” This time Steve snapped. Normally, Steve would just sling his head down in disappointment at his best friend’s assery but today was different. Today was the one day that you didn’t deserve any shit thrown at you.

“It’s the anniversary of her mom’s death! It was real mature of you to just shove it into her face that making a bouquet for her mom’s tombstone is ‘lame’ and what did you say? Oh yeah. ‘The stupidest shit I’ve heard.’” A fuming Steve shoved his chair back and aggressively stomped out of the room, mumbling curse words at his best friend.

Bucky just cringed the whole time. He did not know it your mom’s anniversary of her death. Hell, he didn’t even know your mom was dead but he never paid any attention. God, he was so selfish. Bucky’s stomach dropped as he watched Steve softly knock on your door for comfort. He knows that should be him instead. He wants that to be him instead. But Bucky’s an asshole. He shoves away the people he loves. He convinces himself that it’s better that way but now, he’s hurt someone he loves by driving them away.

Bucky apologizes to the team and rushes towards your bedroom. Steve had clearly already left by the silence that suffocated the air. He softly knocks on your door. “Who is it?” “It’s me.” You don’t answer nor do you move. Bucky sighs. He doesn’t blame you. He’s an ass. “I’m not here to yell I just… I want to apologize.”

You slowly crack open the door, letting him in. You were sitting down on the ground, tears staining your cheeks. His gut twisted with guilt and sadness. He sat down on the ground next to you, watching your every move. “I just.. I want to say I’m sorry. I had no idea it was the anniversary of your mom’s death.” You nodded and sighed. “I know I can’t say sorry to make anything better but… what if I help you with the arrangement?” Your eyes lit up and Bucky smiled. You blinked, never seeing this side of him. Maybe you should have death anniversaries more often.

Bucky took you out of the tower to as many floral shops as you wanted to go to, picking out her favorites like calla lilies, alstroemerias, begonias, dahlias, and morning glories. You then both went to her grave and sat there while reminiscing of the good stories with your mom. You laughed and cried and Bucky did as well. You talking about your mom made him miss his.

Honestly, you could get used to this. Bucky had been the kindest you had ever seen. His eyes lit up at your laughter and his cheeks blushed as you held his hand and squeezed it. 

After getting back to the tower, the two of you went ahead and relaxed for the evening. Sitting on the couch in your room, Bucky turned the TV on and you two started to watch a movie. “Hey, Buck?” He hummed, waiting a moment for his eyes flicked towards you. “Why do you hate me?” He rapidly shook his head. “I-I… I don’t hate you, y/n. I never have.” You blinked at his words. Never?

“Then why have you been acting that way?” He sighed, pushing a hand through his hair. Even though the day had ended up being one of his favorites, he was starting to not like where this conversation was going. “With all of the things that I’ve done with Hydra and being the Winter Soldier, I thought that pushing you away was the best option.”

“What? How the fuck is that pushing me away? Not talking to me is pushing away. Insulting me and arguing with me at every chance is just hatred.” Bucky’s eyes snapped towards yours, his nostrils flared 

“You know what? This is why I acted that way.” You looked at him with fire in your eyes, igniting that well-known feeling you get with Bucky. “Acted what way?”

Bucky gritted his teeth. “You have everything just handed to you. You have no idea what it’s like to suffer!” Your head snaps up and you look at Bucky like he’s got three heads. “From the bottom of my heart… what the fuck?” You put your head in your hands. How the fuck can this prick say that to you? Sure, you haven’t been through anything that he has with Hydra but he hasn’t been in your shoes either. 

“You think I haven’t dealt with pain? That’s absolutely ridiculous, Bucky. Just because you have suffered from something greater doesn’t mean I haven’t suffered at all.” Bucky grossed his arms and huffed, knowing you were right. “My mom couldn’t do anything about my dad beating me because her kidneys were failing. After having type one diabetes for 45 years and having a kid, her organs started to fail.” Bucky’s facade faltered as you continued. He had no idea you went through that. His fiery eyes died down to sullen ones as he listened. “I would visit her when she’d go through hours worth of dialysis and the doctors would ask if I was okay from the bruises.” 

Tears started to fall freely from your eyes. “When her kidneys started to fail again during dialysis they knew this was her last run and she couldn’t qualify for a kidney transplant. Her last vision of her six-year-old daughter was me sobbing as I had a huge black eye covering my face.” You suddenly got furious, an accusing finger pointed straight at Bucky. “My so-called dad then sold me to a crime boss at the city of K’un-L’un. Even though the crime boss treated me as his own and was quite gentle, don’t tell me that I don’t feel any pain. I mean shit Bucky, did you just think I had nightmares, just ‘cause?”

Bucky sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I’m such an ass. I..I- As I said, I kept telling myself this was the right way so I could push you away. I will never be able to truly show you just how sorry I am. I think that I’m so fucking sick of myself that I take all of that anger and put it on you. I’m so sorry.” He paused, watching your anger die down a little. “the truth is… I’m unbelievably in love with you.” Your head snapped up and your eyes darted around to find a single lie forming on his face or to tell you that this is a joke. “Ever since I laid eyes on you I thought you were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. You’re funny, you’re kind, you protect those you love. How could I not fall in love with you?” Wait, he didn’t hate you?

Your heart was beating a thousand miles and he nervously continued. “I thought that by pushing you away that I could save you. I know it sounds stupid but I didn’t want my past life of the winter soldier to ever affect you. I could have hurt you but I can see now that I’ve already done that.” He looks at you with a saddened expression, regret filled his stomach. He should’ve just talked to you. But he didn’t. He just wished things were different. 

What he didn’t expect though was to have your lips on his, nipping and moving against one another. Bucky was too shocked at first, appreciating that feeling of your lips on his. Once he regained his thoughts, he immediately wrapped his arms around you, bodies pressed against one another. The room felt hotter each second as you gripped his head firmly, pulling at his hair as Bucky just moaned. His tongue touched yours, swift and electric, then harder and more determined, more passioned as your lips savored each other. 

Bucky quickly took off your shirt, leaving peppered kisses all over your neck and messaging your breasts. He then took off his shirt as you pulled down your pants, reconnecting in the middle. His lips caressed your neck and hissed as he bit down on your sensitive skin. “Fuck.” He whispers, reaching his hand up to pinch one of your nipples between his fingers making your already sensitive skin, ache and cry. You moan his sweet name, wanting more and more from this man.

“Bucky, please.” He chuckles at your eagerness and he quickly takes off your panties. “Shit, doll, you’re already that wet for me?” You nod, biting your lip He instantly takes off his pants and boxers and wastes no time in lining himself up and pushing into you until his hips are flushed into yours. He rocked back and forth savoring the rich pleasures of your voice, whining and gasping from your bodies colliding to one. 

“Fuck, you’re so good. So good to me, doll.” All you could do was moan back, too enchanted to talk. You start to buck your hips as he pushes into you faster and faster. “Fuck, y/n. I love you. Shit.” Bucky gets sloppier and sloppier as your gasps and moans turn louder and harder. You yell his name, screaming into the air as he rides you out, pushing in and out until he soon receives his own high. You both take a minute to breathe and calm down from the best possible sex you’ve ever had.

After the two of you clean yourselves up, Bucky lays in bed with you—snuggled up against your side and wrapping an arm around you. You look at him with glistening eyes and start tracing down his jaw. “I don’t want this night to end.” He looks at you, sorrow filling those blue eyes. “I don’t either. How about we just think about reality tomorrow, okay? Enjoy our moment now.” You nod and rest your head on his chest, listening to his slowed heartbeat. 

You close your eyes and intertwine your hand with his on his torso, letting sleep take you over.

--

Your eyes started to flutter open at the sensation of Bucky’s fingers tracing the outlines of your body. You both stare at each other for a little while, savoring the moment you two had. However, you knew that it would soon be broken. Life and reality aren’t that easy.

You sit up, covered draped around your naked body. Bucky looks at you like he knows what’s coming. Which, by the way he’s treated you, should’ve guessed by the start.

“Look, I don’t regret what we did last night and we both know it was a huge spur of the moment.” You paused, watching as Bucky’s stature fell a little. “I know now that you have feelings for me as I do for you but Bucky you’ve treated me like shit since I got here. I thought you spat the ground I walked on, despised my whole entire existence.” Bucky cringed at your words but he knew you were right. The two of you can’t jump headfirst into a relationship after the shit he’s pulled. 

“I thought that maybe we could, you know be in a relationship, but right now, that pain is stronger than my love for you.” Bucky’s heart broke in two at your words. Of course you would be affected by him pushing you away and making him think you hate him with nasty comments and looks. But he knows that there’s still a tiny sliver of hope.

Bucky nods in agreement and smiles lightly. “I’ll wait for you. However long it takes, however long you need to heal from the damage I have caused, I will wait.” He looks over at you and grasps one of your hands. “Do not rush thinking that I will be long gone by the time you’re healed. I’m not going anywhere. And even if you choose not to be with me, don’t think for a second I won’t respect your decision.” You smiled and squeezed his fingers.

This was good. Not a fresh start but the possibility of a second chance. And if Bucky was given that opportunity when you healed, he wasn’t going to fuck this one up. Not anymore. 

[shaynawrites23]

Rosy Proposal

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 1505

Prompt: “One rose for every day I should have been with you.”

Written for @kitkatd7’s writing challenge! Congrats on 250!

You stood in the kitchen, humming to yourself as you skillfully flipped your pancakes. Off days were just the best, you had so much time to yourself and you could do anything you wanted.

The bowl of batter was soon empty and as you removed the pan from the stove, you caught sight of the calendar pinned to the fridge with a colorful Eiffel Tower magnet and you froze. August already?

You were snapped out of your trance by Nat strutting in, her posture similar to that of a Victorian-day queen as always.

"Hey girl, what's up?" She greeted you, pouring herself a glass of water.

"Nothing much. The usual."

She hummed in acknowledgement, pausing as if she were pondering her next words.

"You know, (Y/N), we should have a girl's day. You, me and Wanda."

You drizzled maple syrup over your pancakes, considering your options. You could go with Nat's idea, which would most likely result in you spilling any juicy details you hadn't previously mentioned regarding your love life, or you could take a day for yourself, which would probably end with you wallowing in how much you missed your boyfriend.

"Yeah, let's do it!"

~

A couple hours later, the three of you were lounging on Wanda's bed, each delicately balancing a bottle of nail polish between the fingers you were currently doing. You had selected the bright pink. It reminded you of when you were a teenager, as you always walked around with pink nails.

"So, (Y/N), any plans for when Bucky comes back from his mission?"

You sighed, screwing the cap back on your bottle and examining your work.

"Not really. I mean, it's been six months since he left on a six week mission. I just want Bucky back, you know."

"I get what you mean." Wanda placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "But still, wouldn't it be nice to plan a lovely date for the two of you? For after he rests up, of course."

"Maybe," you mused, leaning back against the fluffy pillows. "Actually, that sounds like a good idea. And I may have a better one."

Nat raised a questioning eyebrow and you continued.

"Bucky's been on a mission for six months; I think he deserves a vacation. And I can definitely get time off as well. So... what if we went on a road trip?"

Wanda clapped her hands in excitement. "Oh, that's a wonderful idea! I overheard Bucky telling Steve once how he wanted to go on a road trip across the country. Maybe you could do that."

"Yeah! I love road trips." You sat up. "In fact, I think I'll start planning already."

You moved to leave but Wanda grabbed your wrist.

"Noo, don't go!"

"But I need my laptop, Wanda, I'll be right back."

"Use mine."

You shrugged, but sat down again as Wanda handed you her laptop. Nat had pulled out her phone and was busily texting, the clicking of her nails against the screen filling the room.

"Nat, is there something I should know about?" You asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

"Nope," she mumbled, popping the 'p.' "Nothing at all."

Curse her for having such an excellent poker face. You couldn't tell if she was lying or telling the truth, but you chose to ignore it anyway.

~

Your stomach grumbled, and you glanced at your watch, a beautiful watch with a white leather wristband and silver studded hearts on the face, below the hands. It was a gift Bucky had gotten for you on your first anniversary.

Shit. Why did everything have to remind you of him?

"Hey, girls, it's six thirty. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry, so I'm gonna go make myself a sandwich or something, okay?"

You moved to leave, and once more, Wanda grabbed your wrist.

"Wait! We'll order takeout."

So you sat down again, an amused smile playing on your face.

"Why do I have the feeling you're trying to keep me here as long as possible?"

"Maybe we are, maybe you're just imagining it," Nat shrugged. "Does it really matter?"

"I guess not. So, where are we ordering from?"

~

You were now watching a movie, a rom-com, courtesy of Wanda. Of course it had to be a love story. You'd spent six months without your partner, your other half, and you were itching to have him back in your arms.

Naturally, you had called each other, or rather, he had called you whenever he was able to do so safely, but it was never quite the same as having him there, with you.

Nat's phone pinged, and she snatched it up to read the text. Both you and Wanda paid her no mind, Wanda was engrossed in the movie and you were daydreaming about your boyfriend.

Then Wanda's phone pinged, and as she read the text, she glanced at Nat, behind her. However, you were too distracted to notice them subtly mouthing instructions at one another.

"Hey, Nat, (Y/N), I just remembered I have a date with Vision tomorrow and I need to be well-rested, so I'm sorry but I have to cut our girls' day short." She looked so genuinely sorry, you didn't think twice about it and pulled her into a hug.

"Aw, it's okay, girl. We can always schedule another one. Have fun tomorrow!"

Had you looked back when you left, you'd have seen Nat rapidly dialing Steve's number.

~

As you attempted to open the door to your suite, courtesy of Tony, you discovered the door was jammed. You fished your phone out of your pocket to call the billionaire, but shoved it back when you heard a curse on the other side.

"Hey! Who's in there?" You yelled. If it was a burglar, well, God have mercy on him.

You jiggled the knob once more and the door swung open. You leapt forward into a battle stance, but relaxed when you scanned your surroundings and your jaw dropped open.

The room was filled with roses, it seemed like there was a bouquet on every surface. Each rose was the same vibrant hue, as red as your favorite lipstick, the one Bucky couldn't resist messing up and before you knew it, his mouth would be on yours.

Stop thinking about that. Where did these come from?

You spotted a card on the bouquet lying on the couch and you folded it open, inhaling the sweet smell of the flowers as you read it.

'One rose for every day I should have been with you.'

Well that was either sweet or creepy, depending on who it was from.

You stumbled into the bedroom, hoping to find another card or at the very least, a receipt that would indicate who sent them. Instead, you got another huge surprise.

The bedroom was illuminated by candlelight, and there were rose petals on the bed, arranged in a way that must have taken hours and a lot of though.

And the biggest surprise of all was Bucky kneeling before you, a tired but nonetheless admiring grin on his face. His hands held a small black jewelry box, and the ring displayed before you was silver with an elegantly cut sapphire.

Your hands flew to your mouth as Bucky started speaking.

"Doll, I'm... shit I forgot my speech. Okay, uh, shit. Here goes. So I've been away for six months and I've had a lot of time to think about our relationship. You were there for me when I started to adjust to this century. You were there for me during every nightmare, every tough therapy session, everything. I can't thank you enough for that. Then, when I asked you on a first date and you agreed, I was about ready to jump ten feet into the air from joy. And I can't say exactly, but somewhere in between the first time we met and now, I fell hopelessly in love with you. I only hope that you feel the same way about me. (Y/N), will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?"

You didn't respond, only falling to your knees and kissing him with every ounce of love and passion you had in you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you felt a tear slip down your cheek, but you didn't care.

When you finally pulled away to breathe, Bucky's smile could light up the world as he slipped the ring on your finger. You kissed him again, and this time his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as if he were afraid you might evaporate.

This time he was the one to pull away, the same dazzling smile never leaving his face.

"I'm truly the happiest man alive," he whispered, pulling you into him and burying his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

You pulled away slightly to look at him, a teasing glint in your eyes.

"Bucky?"

"Yeah, doll?"

"What am I gonna do with all these roses?"

[sweet-barnes]

Survivor - CEO!Bucky

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x reader

Word Count: 3.4K

Summary: Bucky’s cocky attitude gets him into a situation that he’s not happy with.

A/N: so this is for @kitkatd7​ 250 follower writing challenge! i really hope you enjoy this!

You heard his footsteps before you saw him, his work shoes tapping against the marble floor of your lavish home as he walked closer. As he rounded the corner, you came into view. The black jumpsuit you were wearing hugged you in all the right places, showing off your curves in a way that drove Bucky crazy. He had to contain himself from pinning you to the counter right then and there.  

Your matching black blazer hung on the back of the stool, the one that Bucky had tailored for you with a floral lining inside. The lining is always the most important part, you remembered him saying to you as he slipped it onto your body. Now you wore it whenever you could, it was your favourite.

“How’s my best girl this morning?” Bucky’s hands slowly encircled your waist and he settled his chin on your shoulder. His cologne filled your nose and you couldn’t help but lean back into him. “I’m good, Barnes,” you responded, trying not to let him know just how much he affected you. Bucky placed a languid kiss on your neck, lingering there for a second before pulling away and making his way over to the coffee machine. 

You composed yourself quickly. You looked over at him, taking in his perfection as he stood pouring his coffee. The grey, subtle tartan suit he was wearing with the matching waist coat sent your mind reeling over how good he looked, his broad shoulders and his thighs were defined perfectly by the pattern.

“Like what you see?” You didn’t realise he was looking at you and your eyes flickered up to meet his icy blue ones staring back at you, a glint of cockiness in them and a smirk plastered onto his face. “You wish, James,” you tried but it was no use, you’d already been caught. 

“If you want me now doll, all you have to do is ask,” he sauntered over to you and rested his elbows on the breakfast bar opposite you. “Okay babe, keep it in your pants, you have work today,” you rolled your eyes but you couldn’t keep the heat rising to your face and the small giggle that left your mouth. As much as you loved the man in front of you, sometimes you wished it was easier to hide the effect he had on you.

“Aw, she’s blushing, she must really want it,” he kept teasing, his grin spreading. You huffed, looking down at your nearly empty bowl of cereal. “I can make you feel better, if that’s what you need?” Bucky’s voice was soft but you knew he was still messing with you. 

You looked up at him, putting on a sickly sweet smile. “I can make myself feel better, thank you very much.” You hopped down from the stool and made your way around to the sink, rinsing out your bowl and placing it on the drying rack. 

You felt the familiar strong arms make their way around your waist again, with Bucky’s large frame pressing up against your back. “I love you,” he whispered and tingles shot down your spine at the words. You repeated the words back to him before turning in his arms, snaking yours around his neck and leaning in for a kiss.

“You need to get to work hun,” Bucky said before your lips could touch. You eyebrows furrowed, “no I don’t, it’s my day off,” you were searching his eyes to see if he was playing with you but you couldn’t find any hint of it. 

“You agreed to some overtime the other day but you didn’t write it down, I wrote it in my diary for you because I knew you would forget,” he chuckled a little as he placed a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll take you in.” 

Before you knew it, Bucky was gathering your blazer and your work bag from near the door, handing them over to you. “Are you sure? I definitely would have written it down,” you still weren’t completely believing Bucky. 

You were always so organised with work, especially working in Bucky’s office. You just tried to make life easier for yourself as you contended with the jealous girls that worked there (everyone knew about your relationship and it hadn’t gone down well with the girls who always flirted with him).

“I’m sure, trust me, I am your boss after all,” Bucky grabbed his car keys and turned back to you, already knowing he was in trouble by the look on your face. 

“What?” He blinked, not knowing what he had done wrong. “You don’t have to bring that up every time you know, it’s not an excuse for everything.” Bucky was now clicking on to what you were talking about. He would always joke about being your boss, and you would always respond the same way, with an eye roll and scoff, followed by that shy smile that he loved.

Ever since the day you met there was constant banter and sarcasm between the two of you. Both of you flashing your cocky attitude at each other at every opportunity and nothing had changed in the year and a half you had been together. Bucky adored that you were just as headstrong as him, he loved that you always had a comeback to whatever he said and that you never took him too seriously whenever he would throw one of his comments your way. He didn’t think it would be any different this time.

“I know,” he chuckled, smirking at you again, “it’s just,” he paused. “Would you even be able to survive without me?” You felt your jaw set into place at his words, not wanting to flip instantly at what he said. When you didn’t reply, he carried on, only making the situation worse for himself. 

“Just like, you have your job because of me, which means those pay rises you always get are my doing, you’re always forgetting things, you’d be overly stressed if it wasn’t for me making sure you’re doing good all of the time, the list goes on Y/N.” You heard the smile in his voice but you couldn’t see passed his words.

At this point you could feel your blood boiling, “so you think I’m nothing without you?” You challenged, your eyes narrowing at Bucky. He didn’t catch onto the seriousness in your voice however, only chuckling and leaning against the counter with his arm. “Yeah babe, I make you 100 times better, through and through.” 

That was the last thread broken. You sucked your tongue against your teeth before nodding, walking straight to the door, picking your own car keys out of the bowl in the hallway.

“Where are you going?” You heard Bucky’s call after you. You rolled your eyes, walking out of the door and nearly slamming it in his face but he was too quick and caught it as it came flying towards him. “Woah babe, what’s gotten into you?” 

As you reached your car you whirled around to face him, making him stop abruptly in front of you. “I’m going to show you that I don’t need you, seen as though you think my life is completely dependent on you.”

It was now that Bucky saw the tears brimming your eyes. You were always so strong, always so put together and level-headed, it was very rare that he saw you crying. He knew however, that when you did cry, it was very serious.

“No no no, I didn’t mean it, I promise,” he tried to redeem himself but you were already climbing into your car, throwing your bag and blazer onto the passenger seat. You managed to close the door despite his attempts to keep it open with your last words lingering as you sped out of the driveway. “Too late, Barnes.”

--

When Bucky arrived at work that day he made his way straight to your office. It was on the floor below his, his office took up the whole of the top floor, but you were no where to be seen. He looked in the common room, around on the other floors and still came up with nothing. Eventually he resulted in asking at the front desk.

“She asked to take her holidays for this week, she said she’d call in when she’d be coming back and that you’d already authorised it,” the young girl explained to Bucky. He simply nodded before retreating back up to his office. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, lingering on your contact for a moment.

He knew sometimes he could be a bit too cocky but he never thought you’d react like this. You’d never had a problem with anything he’d said before and he knew you’d make sure he never over-stepped his mark. But clearly he’d crossed some invisible line that he didn’t know existed.

It rang a few times before you picked up, much to Bucky’s surprise. “What do you want, Barnes?” He could sense the edge to your voice as you spoke, there wasn’t the usual softness that he enjoyed hearing whenever he called you throughout the day. “Why have you taken your holidays at work? I never authorised that,” he heard you huff down the line.

“I’m showing you that I can do this without you, I already said this, now please leave me to it.” The line went dead as you hung up on him, and Bucky sighed as he threw his phone on the desk. He knew he messed up big time.

--

“I can’t believe he said that, I knew he could be an idiot sometimes but I didn’t think he was that bad!” Natasha exclaimed as she led you into the back of her bar. It was still closed and no one else was in yet apart from her so it was the perfect place to rant to your best friend.

“He tried to say he was just joking but he must have meant some of it, he listed off a load of things so he’s clearly thought about it before,” you dropped yourself down into the large leather chair in Natasha’s office. “I’m not being that kind of girl.”

Natasha hummed in agreement, “I guess you could try talking to him? I know he’d be willing to listen to what you have to say.” You knew Natasha was making perfect sense and was being very logical about the whole situation but you weren’t in the mood for logical and practical. You needed to do something to physically prove you didn’t need Bucky.

He needed to see you being able to look after yourself and not relying on him as he seemed to think you did. “I’ll talk to him after he’s seen it,” with that, you shuffled yourself further down into the seat with Natasha shaking her head at you slightly.

The good thing about having a best friend who worked in a bar was that you got free drinks. Another perk was that you could get a job whenever you needed and that was exactly what you were going to do. Of course, it wasn’t official, but as long as Bucky could see you working somewhere that wasn’t owned by him, he would hopefully get the message. 

It was tradition for Bucky to have a couple of drinks every Friday night in Nat’s bar with you, so you were hoping he’d still come despite your little falling out. 

You’d managed to go shopping and grab some clothes that fit your new ‘job’ and finished getting ready in the back before your shift started. It was well into the evening now and Bucky had left a few missed calls. He eventually left a message saying he’d be at your table if you’d like to join him. You were glad you knew him like the back of your hand otherwise this idea of yours wouldn’t have worked out very well. He’d finally get to see you being your own person.

Bucky was still in his grey suit when you spotted him in the booth in the corner. The low lights hit his skin perfectly and you couldn’t help the lingering look you sent his way as you were cleaning the bar. 

“Are you going to go talk to him or just stare at him for the rest of the night?” Natasha’s voice behind you made you jump and you turned to face her. “I’ll go serve him, not talk to him,” you corrected, before pouring his preferred drink that you had committed to memory and slowly making your way over to him.

He didn’t even look up at you as you placed the drink in front of him. It was only when you sarcastically said “you’re welcome,” did his head shoot up to meet your gaze.

“Y/N?” His voice was breathy and you noticed the way his eyes moved across your body and the confusion settling into his features at your unusual attire. “What are you doing? Why are you wearing an apron?” He began rising up to stand in front of you.

You felt yourself being pulled towards him. Seeing him now was making you forget why you left in the first place. “I’m proving that I can provide for myself, that there’s more to me than you,” you were thankful that your voice stayed steady as you spoke but you didn’t think you could keep it up much longer with the way Bucky was looking at you.

“Babe, I didn’t mean any of those things that I said this morning, you don’t need to prove yourself to me,” he reached out towards you but decided against it before he made contact with your skin. He hands felt helpless by his sides but he had no idea what to do right now. 

He had felt lost without you all day and now that he had you in front of him, it was like all of his words had left his head completely. 

“I’m also proving myself to myself, James, there must have been some truth in what you said otherwise the words wouldn’t have been in your mind,” you took a deep breath before continuing. “I won’t be home for the next week, I’m doing this for me.” 

Before you could see the look on his face, you walked away and back behind the bar. Bucky was still lingering in the same place as you stood next to Natasha. His face lost as he looked around at everyone else. 

“Was that the right thing to do?” You were suddenly questioning yourself and you didn’t know what to think anymore. You were so strong about your decision before but after seeing Bucky you didn’t know if it was the right one.

“Hun, he needs to learn that you are your own person, like you said before, he can’t go around saying that stuff about you and not expect any consequences and he’s been saying it far too long to not have any, in my opinion,” you looked over at her and she just shrugged. “Look, I can change my mind okay, don’t look at me like that.” 

You simply laughed at her, before you were being called over by a customer. You glanced over at Bucky’s table and noticed the seat was empty where he had been. It was going to be a long week. 

--

Bucky never thought he would feel so alone in his own home. Sleeping in the king sized bed without you next to him was the worst thing he’d experienced. He’d reached out so many times in the night to feel the warmth and comfort of your body but all he came into contact with was more sheets.

He’d given up eating proper meals by day 2, not only did he not have the appetite, but cooking for one just wasn’t as fun as cooking for the love of his life. He so desperately wanted to call you, to work it all out and convince you to come home but he stopped himself.

He knew you were doing this for yourself and not just for him. He owed you that at the very least. You deserved to find your place in this world without him. The amount of times the conversation that had caused all of this played over in his head was impossible to count. Bucky had ran through so many different scenarios of how that could have ended and none of them ended up with you leaving like this. 

The only thing that kept him going was the fact that you had said you’d be gone for a week. It had been exactly a week since you said you needed to do this and Bucky had been counting down the days until your return, not that he would like to admit it.

He was laid on the unmade bed when he heard the front door open from downstairs. He waited a second before hearing your familiar footsteps making their way up the stairs. 

Bucky was sat on the edge of the bed closest to the door when you entered, a sports bag full of stuff on one of your arms and the blazer that Bucky had gifted you on your other. The sight of you was enough to make Bucky instantly feel at home and the smile you sent him as you saw him let him know that everything was alright.

“So,” his voice was quite as you set your bag on the floor. “How was your week away from home, survivor?” You could tell he was nervous by the way he was wringing his hands together but you giggled at his choice of words. 

“I survived without you, if that’s what you’re asking,” you joked, making your way over to stand in front of him but a sadness settled into his eyes at your comment. He took a breath before attempting to speak but you cut him off before he could.

“I know you’re going to apologise, and I don’t want you to, I know how you feel about the situation but I’m glad it happened,” Bucky frowned. “You are?” You nodded, giggling again before taking a seat next to him and reaching out for his hand. He quickly filled yours with his and squeezed a little at the familiar contact. He’d missed the feeling of your skin.

“I think we needed that, I now realise that I don’t need you as much as I thought I did, and as much as you thought I did, and I don’t mean that in a way that I want to get rid of you, I mean it in a way where we can grow from this experience,” Bucky just searched your face while you spoke. 

“I don’t need you but I want you, you know I’ll always want you Bucky, I just want to be more independent,” he was nodding his head now, he was pretty sure he understood where you were coming from. 

“So what does this mean for us? You still want to be with me?” You thought you’d made it clear for him but the week alone hadn’t done his thoughts any good. “Of course I do, Buck, I love you.”

You leaned forward, placing a small kiss on the corner of his mouth which he quickly reciprocated. “I just want to do more things for myself, I love doing them with you but there’s some things we need to do for ourselves.”

“I agree, I was doing some thinking too, after seeing you working in the bar with Nat, I was wondering if you wanted a bit of a change in your job, nothing major, just you’d be in charge of a department?” The smile on your face grew at Bucky’s words. He knew you’d been going after a different job within his company for a while now but there was never a fully open position. Luckily, someone had just left on your week off and Bucky thought it was the perfect opportunity for you to be more independent within your work.

“That would be amazing, Buck!” You all but squealed before enveloping him in your arms. “It’s not too much that I got you your job though is it?” Bucky tried to joke but you knew he was being serious. “Not at all, babe,” you pulled back. “I really appreciate it.”

A moment was shared between the two of you and you didn’t know whether it was because you had spent a week apart or because you just loved each other that much but you felt the connection between the two of you grow stronger, and you never wanted to leave him again.

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To Kiss or Kill

Hey, guys! Be sure to check out @kitkatd7​‘s challenge!

Pairings: Bucky x Curvy!Reader

Dialogue Prompt: “Is it still considered murder if I give them/you a warning?” is in italics

Warnings: Bit of Reader being self conscious, but that’s it. It ends fluffy!!

Summary: Bucky and Y/N are fantastic Avengers. As long as they aren’t on the same team. Between the pranks, name-calling, and constant teasing coming from both sides - the team can’t handle them on the field. But what happens when a prank goes a little too far?

Word Count: 2556

Everyone was on edge. Tension was rising and it seemed all eyes were fixated on the guy sitting on the couch. Their target didn’t even seem to notice. Bucky’s smug grin was never wavering. Those bright blue eyes were watching the TV, staring opposite of the rest of his team.

“He’s too happy,” Scott told Sam. He didn’t like it. He didn’t trust it. No one did.

Because they were waiting.

Waiting to see what he did that would make James Buchanan Barnes so relaxed and so confident.

“You think I don’t know that? I have no fuckin’ clue what – “

“JAMES!”

Oh.

“BUCHANAN!”

Oh.

“BARNES!”

Uh oh.

Several heads whipped to the door, looking similar to bobbleheads that had just been flicked. The doors to the common area opened and a familiar…well, a familiar body ran inside. The hair on the other hand – that was something else. It was bright. It was neon. It was blue.

Wait.

Blue.

Bucky looked over his shoulder, snorting and bursting into a fit of laughter. Her hair was still damp from the shower she had taken, falling around her and looking closer to seaweed with this vibrant new color.

“She sees her hair is blue, yes?” Vision asked, looking at Wanda.

“I think so, Vis.”

“Lookin’ good, Y/N,” Scott called, trying to help soothe the situation.

Y/N’s shoulders tensed. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, attempting to take slow and calming breathes. Sam and Vision already knew it wasn’t working. Everything about her looked like a wild animal ready to pounce. And right now – there was still a chance that they wouldn’t be prey.

“Might I recommend that we scatter?”

No sooner had the words left Vision’s mouth than the rest of the team were bolting out of the room. It was just Y/N and Bucky. His eyes never left her, arms stretched across the back of the couch and face still wearing that arrogant smile. He was damn proud of his accomplishment.

“Yes, Smurfette?”

“I’m gonna kill you.”

She launched at him, diving over the couch. He spun around, metal arm wrapping around her and pinning her to the couch. Bucky laughed as he looked down at her. Y/N squirmed and wiggled underneath him, face flushed from embarrassment and anger. But she was wiggling, trying to find some leverage. And while that distracted Bucky very well, she found her angle. Her knee pressed against his crotch and he tensed. If it weren’t for the fact that she was threatening to cause more pain than he would have liked, he would have thought she looked cute.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Let me go.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Then let me go!”

It seemed to be an odd little match. Both were waiting for the other to yield, to admit defeat. But they were both a little too damn prideful.

“Truce?” Bucky’s warm breath fanned over her face, eyebrow raised and waiting for her answer.

“You want a truce? After what you did to my hair?”

He grinned. And if it weren’t for the fact that she was still fuming over it, she’d have to admit that he might just look a little cute. Just a little. She didn’t want to admit it out loud, but she liked him. She liked their friendship. Their constant battles.

But oh, she was going to kill him.

“I’ll let you up if you move your knee.”

Y/N hesitated. Did she really want that? Warmth practically radiated off of him. It was a contrast to her naturally colder body and she liked it. In all their teasing they had never been this close before. It was making her heart beat faster and any sense of anger was changing. She didn’t want it to. She needed to stay angry and plot her revenge. Which meant…

A truce would have to do for now.

“Fine. Fine – get off.”

Her knee dropped and he released her wrists. Bucky was very proud of himself. That glint in his eyes was so prominent and it was a rare sight. If it wasn’t at her expense, she might have even been proud of him. But nope. Because she now had that stupid nickname to add to his already growing list. Smurfette.

Rolling off the couch, she stood up and ran her hands through her hair. Wincing at the thought of having to wait to redye her hair, she started thinking of a new plan. “This is not a truce.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Bucky said, crossing his arms as he watched Y/N walk away. “Good luck!”

Her hand flew into the air, middle finger raised high and proud, directed straight at him. His laughter echoed in her ears as she stalked down the hall, the doors closing behind her. Schemes were already running through that chaotic brain of hers. It seemed she was so distracted, she missed Sam leaning against the wall by her door.

“So…how’d that go?”

She glared at him, a low growl slipping out of her throat as she asked, “Is it still considered murder if I give the person a warning?”

Sam laughed as she went inside her room, slamming the door behind her.

This was war.

And so it went on.

Y/N’s retaliation had been to cut off a chunk of Bucky��s hair. But it backfired. Bucky went to get his hair cut and returned looking just as handsome as ever. And just as sneaky.

He had replaced all of her coffee with decaf and the sight of her falling asleep in the middle of a meeting? Priceless.

Y/N’s retaliation was to take all his black shirts…and threw them in the washing machine with some bleach.

And back and forth. On and on for weeks and weeks. Every time one of their teammates thought something couldn’t be outdone, Y/N or Bucky found a way. It was escalating quickly. Too quickly.

Sam watched from the window as Bucky was fixing his bike. Y/N’s latest payback had been covering it in Hello Kitty stickers. Everywhere. So now he was having to peel them off one by one before they were permanently stuck. And Bucky’s bike was his baby. Everyone knew not to mess with it. Running a hand over his face, Sam shook his head. He knew very well that this wasn’t going to end well. It just wasn’t.

But he was also curious. What could Bucky possibly do to get back for this one?

-.-.-

It didn’t take long. And it wasn’t even what Bucky planned.

Y/N had been sparring with Natasha. Since coming to the compound, she had grown a lot. Especially as a fighter. To the untrained eye, her curvy figure would come across as something easy to take down. However, she wasn’t. She was good.

But Natasha had years on her. And she had far more advanced training.

That being said, Natasha knew what Y/N wanted a distracted. When she needed it. The two had talked about why Y/N had let this little prank-war go on for so long and it turned out, it wasn’t just because she enjoyed Bucky’s company and attention. It was proving to be the distraction she needed to get out of her depression.

Y/N landed on her back with a loud thud, grunting and squirming as Natasha pinned her down. She huffed, tapping Natasha’s thigh to get her to release.

“You’re going to get this move,” Natasha assured her, helping her stand. “It just takes time.”

Meanwhile, Bucky was also working out in the gym. He snorted when he heard that comment, catching Y/N’s and Natasha’s attention.

“What, Barnes?” Natasha asked, brow furrowing.

Bucky set the bar down, sitting up and leaving behind the bench presses he had been doing. “You’re showing her a move designed for someone half her size.” He came across harsh. Cold. But he didn’t mean it in such a way. “There’s no way she could do that. Ever.”

Still, neither woman knew he meant well.

Y/N felt her stomach twist in knots as Natasha scowled. “What the fuck, Barnes?”

“It’s true.” Bucky shrugged. “Training Y/N to do a move meant for someone your size could get her or her opponent killed. And it wouldn’t be intentional.”

Y/N was already stepping off the mat, picking up her jacket and bottle. Natasha watched her leave, the door to the gym slamming shut behind her. Turning to face Bucky, she asked, “Do you realize how much of a dick you just sounded like?”

Bucky was staring at the gym doors, brow furrowed. What did he say? Shaking his head, he looked at the redhead. “Nat, she has six inches on you and she’s thick as fuck. Her bone structure, the muscles she has – it’s all different from you. The moves you should be teaching her should be taking advantage of that.”

“Then say it like that! Don’t make it sound like she’s some lard ass incapable of handling herself!”

Bucky froze, staring at Natasha like she grew a second head. “What are you talking about?” Natasha just stared at him, waiting for that lightbulb to switch. Luckily, it didn’t take long. “Oh fuck.”

“Yeah.”

Bucky bolted up then and there, running across the room and out the door. Natasha watched him leave and chuckled, shaking her head. Walking over to the punching bag, she continued her workout. Maybe now that ridiculous prank war would come to an end.

Bucky stared at the door like it would swallow him whole. Honestly, a part of him wished it would. It would be so much easier than apologizing for coming across like an asshole. Pressing his forehead against the door, he kept pondering how he could ask her to forgive him. He remembered that broken look on her face. The way she looked so torn up because of what he said. He made her sound like a failure and that wasn’t what he meant. At all.

It was here, in front of a stupid door, that he realized why he enjoyed teasing Y/N. Why he enjoyed their pranks and the nicknames and the constant rivalry. He thought it was because he was being treated normal. Sure, that might have been some of it, but there were other reasons. Bigger, far more important reasons. So he needed to find a way to make this up to her. Gnawing at his lip, he started piecing together a plan. It wouldn’t take long.

It was just time to call an actual truce.

-.-.-

A couple hours later and Y/N was still curled up in bed. She had changed into a shirt twice her size and pj shorts that hugged her thighs. Her hair was probably a mess from her cuddling her body pillow and she had long since stopped paying attention to whatever movie was playing on her laptop. She didn’t like that Bucky’s comments had stung like they did, but she couldn’t help it. She was dwelling. She was human like that.

“Y/N?”

The muffled sound of Bucky’s voice made her tense. Why was he here? He got back at her for her last prank. He won. She didn’t want to come up with something. She didn’t have anything else left.

“Y/N, please open the door.”

“G’way, Buck,” she called, voice muffled against the pillow.

“No. I want to apologize.”

Y/N huffed, pausing whatever mindless movie was on. She grabbed the blanket at the foot of the bed and wrapped herself up in it, stumbling to the door. “Why can’t you just go,” she asked, opening the door. She frowned as her gaze landed on Bucky. Well, more like the contents in Bucky’s arms.

Two pizzas, a six pack, cookies, and a tub of ice cream.

“What a way to make me feel like shit, Barnes.” Y/N moved to close the door, but it was stopped by Bucky’s boot. She groaned, meeting his gaze. She didn’t care that he was seeing her blotchy, puffy face or her red eyes. “What,” she whined.

“I really am sorry. What I said earlier – I didn’t mean it the way it came out.”

Y/N watched him, clutching the blanket tighter and raising an eyebrow. Where was this going?

“You didn’t?”

“No. Not at all. Y/N, I just meant that Natasha wasn’t teaching you the right moves. Your capable of other abilities that she isn’t. That’s just – “ He was fumbling. Screwing it up. He knew it, but it seemed he wasn’t able to get himself to shut up.

“Bucky.” Y/N offered a smile, letting him know it was okay to stop.

He sighed. “Can I – Can I come in?”

She opened the door wider, allowing him the room to step inside. He set the food down on the dresser and turned. It was the first time he’d been inside her room since he had dyed her hair. There were more photos. A lot of plants. It seemed everything in the room was meant to remind her of good things and to keep her calm. Good. Maybe that would help with this. Facing her once again, he shoved his hands in his pockets. “I…I didn’t realize why I liked the whole prank war thing until today.”

She was silent, not sure where he was going with this.

“I – I like having your attention. I like frustrating you and seeing you get excited when you come up with something different. Any time you have a new idea, your eyes practically glow. And your smile…It always makes my day seeing that.” Y/N felt her cheeks heat up and ducked her head. He crossed the room, tilting her head up and holding her gaze. “’M not done, Doll.”

“Oh…”

“You are curvy and thick and strong. It’s amazing. And you are the only person who could risk destroying my bike and I wouldn’t just kill you.” He sighed. “What I’m trying to say is – “

“I like you too, Bucky.”

Bucky froze at those words before the biggest smile slipped over his features. He leaned down, pulling her into a sweet kiss as his arms wrapped around her waist. She moved her hands around his neck, tugging him closer and kissing him back. It was sweet. Simple. Everything they needed in that small moment.

When they needed to breath again, he pressed his forehead against hers. Those endless baby blues watched her intently. “Want to cuddle and eat all the junk food I brought?”

Y/N laughed, fingers lightly dancing along his chest. “I would like that very much.”

He picked her up, hands under her thighs and wrapping her legs around his waist. He kept his metal hand on her, the other grabbing the pizza before dropping her on the bed. She squealed, laughing as she curled into the body pillow and he curled up behind her. He pressed play on the movie, elbow propping his head up as his free hand lightly danced along her arm. His eyes fixated on her though, hardly paying attention to what happened on screen. Her face was so soft, so at ease. And her bright blue hair looked alarmingly cute.

Chuckling, he took a couple strands and twirled them around his fingers. “You know,” he kissed along her shoulder. “I’m starting to like the blue.”

Y/N laughed, curling back into him and shivering under his light kisses. “Shut up, Bucky.”

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Had To Get Creative

Summary- 1.6k Bucky x Y/N. with appearances of Steve, Sam, Nat, and Clint. Its Natashas birthday and you lost the balloons. Time to improvise much to Buckys dismay. No warnings, Fluff. Hints of smut kinda mentioned. Written for @kitkatd7​ 250 Writing Challenge, Congrats babes on your milestone! Prompt is in bold italiacs. Thank you @nsfwsebbie​ for basically supplying the idea for this. 

“NO! NONONONO!” You cry out as all the fucking balloons shot out of your car and you leapt to catch the string tying them all together, but a breeze just happened to flutter it out of your grasp, and there they go. Bright beautiful colors of purples, greens, blues, reds... gone. All gone. Up to the heavens. Or over to the next freaking state. 

In your arms your trying to juggle a cake and a bag or decorations for the compound. It was Nats birthday, and you taken it upon yourself to decorate the common room for a surprise party. And now you had no god damn balloons. Just about defeated with it, since there was no time to order more, get them blown up, drive all the way back into town before the party was due to start. Going up to the main doors, Friday scanned you and allowed you entrance, making your way to the elevator and upper floors, pondering your dilemma. 

Once the elevators bell chimed and you stepped off, a somewhat ridiculous thought began to tickle in your mind. Bucky joking last night showed you a youtube video of people blowing up condoms to see how big they could get. At the time, it was good for a laugh, you teasing that he still needed the xl. Needless to say, it boosted Buckys ego and benefited you. 

BUT there was still a mostly full box in the nightstand, and although not decorative, you could still blow them up, put them around the common room. In fact, you had your paint kit still set up in the living room. Sliding the cake into the common rooms fridge and ditching the bag on the counter, you rushed up the the avengers apartments, and let yourself into Buckys. You only had a couple hours to pull this off, but if you could... it was going to be awesome. 

Bucky finished training with Steve and Sam, all three of them heading to there respective floor to shower and change. Sam dug out his phone and took a look at the time. “Y/N will have our ass if were not in the common room soon to help her set up for Nat.” 

Steve leaned over to glance at the time over Sams shoulder himself and nodded. “I will stop over to help you guys bring stuff down in about half an hour Buck. I know shes been planning hard for this.” 

About a week ago you told the guys you were recruiting all of them. Bucky, Steve and Sam were gonna help you set up, Clint had the mission of keeping Nat occupied,Tony well he occupied the space, everyone else just had to show up by 6 pm. “Yea, shes been pretty excited about getting this ready for Natasha. She will have all our asses if we dont show up.” 

Sam sniggered a bit as the door opens “Yea Barnes your ass be sleeping on the couch a good month or two.” Bucky flipped him off as he walked into his own apartment and shut the door. 

“Y/N? Im just gonna jump in the show-” He walked into the living room to see you surrounded by clear oddly shaped balloons, that you were oh so delicately painting. You heavily concentrating, the tip of your tongue peeking out and your head is bent over the balloon, Bucky picks up a dry one and flips it around to see youve painted flowers and Natshas symbol all over them. “How come your painting the balloons? And why are they all... weird looking.” Buckys studing them closer, flipping to the opposite end of where its tied off to see it had what looked like a little nipple on it. 

“Dont you dare pop them Barnes, or your ass is grass” You mutter without looking up, setting the one you just finished aside and grabbing another. Thats when Bucky sees the box next to you with all the empty wrappers. “The ones I bought, they escaped out the car door and blew away. This is an emergency.” 

ALL OF THEM. 

Thats when he took a closer look at the “balloons” and he groaned, covering his face with his hand. 

“Are those the box of condoms I just bought for us?” 

Your dabbing your paintbrush in the black paint for a black widow spider. “do you wanna know the truth Buck, or do you want me to lie and say no?” 

“Was it the entire box?”

You balk and had the good sense to look a bit sorry, glancing around the room at the scattering of condoms all blown up out of shape and painted bright lovely colors. “Errrrr, I really thought you might have another one, stashed somewhere for emergencies?” 

“Why would I? Never mind.” He waved his hand and grumbled under his breath. “I thought you loved me.” he teased.

Hopping up and wading through the condoms, you grasp Bucky Barnes face and give him the hottest kiss you could, making him grasp your hips in surprise and his brows arch, pulling you in closer. Your paint covered hands smeared colors around his neck as you wrapped your arms there. “Course I do handsome, and thank you for your contribution to tonight's activities. I bet I can find us a few to make up for using your brand new box.” You smirk at him and wiggle brows. 

“Oh, to the street corner store?” 

You snort and roll your eyes. “Hell no, Im thinking in building. Over sized Pigeon must have some at his place. You occupy Sam, and I will put my secret stealth skills to work. Now you... shower.” 

Pushing him to go, hes laughing the whole time hes headed into the bathroom, you start to clean up your brushes and once he returns, Steve is knocking on the door, and helps himself in when you call out for him to just let himself in. “Hey Rogers, I need you guys to bring these down and tie them around the room.” Your back in your on the floor cross legged position, tying ribbon on the ends so they would be hung around the room. “And scatter some on the counters, table, etc.” You direct the two of them, Sam then arriving in the room. 

“Did you not order some?” Steve asked as he bent down, collecting the strings to bring them to the common room. 

“I uhh, wanted to paint them and thought these would just look better. Listen Rogers, I pay you just to look pretty, okay. Dont question my crazy, okay buddy.” 

Bucky is snorting in laughter as he grabs a fistful, and you tie up the last couple and hand them off to Sam. Steve is sighing at you. “Just a question Y/N, damn woman... I wont question your ‘crazy’ anymore.” 

“Good, ask Buck, it never pays off anyways. I will be down in a few minutes. I just gotta clean up a bit.” Without another word, they left, and you, well you had to get dressed and see how well Sam locked up his apartment. 

The party, Natasha was surprised to say the least, which you took great pride in being able to fool the spy. Everyone had a great time, with way to much food and alcohol to be able to move once you crashed into Buckys lap on the couch, your fingers carding through his now shorter hair and nuzzling his ear. “Did you have fun?” You ask him, and his hand rests just under under the hem of your dress, his thumb sweeping back and forth gently. 

“I did baby, better yet I think Natasha did to” Directing his gaze where Nat was half laying upside down on the couch, bouncing one of the balloons and giggling, from way to much vodka. Clint was next to her, bouncing his own condom balloon when it suddenly popped and shot across the room from the elasticity to fall at Steves feet. 

He picked it up, and thats when realization hit him what the balloons were made out of, his eye brows shooting up in surprise, Sam came up beside him and plucked it out of his hand, bursting out laughing. 

“I cant believe it, they are god damn condoms, I knew it! They werent no regular balloons.” Hes waving the phallic shaped rubber like its a prize, and you bite your lip to keep quiet, your face going a bit red. Bucky is shaking underneath you though with actual laughter, and Nat, well she flips herself right side up and pops another one, stretching it out once its deflated and snorts. “well hell if you can use them now. They lost all there stretchy stretch stretch.” she giggles at herself.

“well no, they wouldnt be safe to use after I blew them up and out of shape.” You shrug, while Clint now takes the other end that Nat was messing with and stretches them further to see just how far it would go before shooting it across the room into the vodka punch. 

“Guess Barnes aint getting lucky tonight” Sam remarks when he crashes down on the other side of the couch, and heres where your grinning to yourself. 

“Well actually Wilson...” you move to a stand and take Buckys hand to have him stand up to, you dig in your dress pockets (cause your cool like that) and pull out what looks to be a brand new box, waving it. “You were able to fix that problem for us to.” 

“What the hell, did you break into my apartment for those?!” Sam barks out with a touch of disbelief, and now its Steves turn to laugh so hard hes crying. 

“Thanks for that man!” Barnes salutes Sam and you grab his hand, tugging him along with you back to the elevator. Sam still a bit slack jaw in surprise, Steve holding his side laughing and Natasha is giving you the thumbs up while the door is closing. 

“At least someone is getting lucky on my birthday. Alright Clint, lets line up those shots again. Birthday toast to getting lucky!” 

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[kitkatd7]

Kits 250 Writing Challenge

First of all, I want to thank all of my followers! I could not have done this without each and every one of you (obviously) so thank you, you mean the world to me! 💞 I honestly don’t know how I got 250 followers😶🥺💞

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(now I’ll stop being the sappy person I am)

I hope y’all enjoy this!

p.s. this is my first challenge, so I hope it’s good!

Rules:

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Tag me ( @kitkatd7 ) and use the hashtag #kits250challenge so I can find everything!

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 Please use the read more link if your story is more than 500 words

Reader-insert or OC characters are fine

I’m accepting it all: Drabbles, One-shots, Series, Socials etc.

Write for whatever MCU character or MCU actor/actress you want

Smut/dark fics are perfectly fine but you absolutely MUST tag them appropriately. No underage characters (anything without proper tags will not be posted until it is fixed, I’m fine with reading whatever but I don’t want it to trigger anyone else accidently do thank you :)

Please send me an ask including: your username (no anon) the prompt you choose, and the character you will be writing for

 Two people per prompt

Prompts below the cut

Dialogue Prompts: 

1. “Don’t you understand? You were her happy ending.” (@nekoannie-chan with Steve)

2. “You forgot.” 

3. “Nothing is every easy.” (@starspangledseb with Bucky)

4. “I begged you to love me.”

5. “I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

6. “Go to hell.”

7. “I didn’t need you to fix me! I needed you to love me while I fixed myself.” ( 8. “Where were you?” (@voila-tout with Steve)

9. “People can do worse things than kill you.” (@candy-and-writing with Steve and Bucky)

10. “I thought you loved me.”

11. “You lied to me.”

12. “If it is destroying you then it is not love.” (@barnesjamcs with Bucky)

13. “No.”

14. “One last time.” (@mojofun with Sebastian Stan)

15. “Stop that.” “Stop what?" (@angrythingstarlight with Bucky)

16. “This is a terrible idea.”

17. “I take no responsibility, and I would do it all again.”

18. “I don’t care.”

19. “Good morning, I see the assassins have failed.” (@nildesperanddum with Loki)

20. “Don’t ask.” (@fandomsandxfiles with Bucky)

21. “What I lack in common sense. I make up for in sarcasm.”

22. “Is that… cake?” (@buckybarney with Bucky)

23. “Please.”

24. “One of us is right, the other one is you.” (@chaoticpete with Bucky)

25. “Oh, you found it.” (@toastybbb with Thor)

26. “I think I’m having a feeling. How do I make it stop?”

27. “Reality is irrelevant.”

28. “Is it still considered murder if I give them/you a warning?” (@whatcouldgowrong-ohthat with Bucky)

29. “Oops?”

30. “Good friends don’t let you do stupid things alone.” (@mojofun with Chris Evans)

31. “From the bottom of my heart… what the fuck?” (@cap-n-stuff with Bucky)

32. “Liar.”

33. “You know you’re my favorite right?” “I better be.” (@mushyjellybeans  with Bucky) (@sweater-daddiesdumbdork with Peter Quill)

34. “Dance with me, please?” (@starspangledseb ​with Bucky) (@angelinathebook with Loki)

35. “Yes.”

36. “One rose for every day I should have been with you.” (@buckybarnesdeservestheuniverse​ with Bucky)

37. “Don’t. Challenge. Me." (@chris-evans-indian-fanfic with Bucky Barnes and Peter Parker)

38. “Nothing ever pleases you does it?” “Nothing you do.” (@saiyanprincessswanie with Bucky)

39. “Are you… crying?” 

40. “Danger is what makes it fun!” “You call this fun?!” (@buckys-other-punk with Bucky)

41. “Please don’t make me.” (@wildmoonflower with Steve)

42. “Fuck you.”

43. “What the hell did you just call me.” (@whatcouldgowrong-ohthat with Peter Parker)

44. “Leave me alone.”

45. “Hush, or they’ll hear you.” (@mr-skyline-r34 with Killer! Sebastian Stan AU)

46. “Fuck me.”

47. “Only a fool would fall in love with someone as deadly as me.”

48. “Strip.”

49. “You think you can run that pretty little mouth whenever you want.” (@msgreenverse with Quentin Beck)

50. “Now.”

51. “Mine.”

52. “So, err, I noticed your sort of naked, is that intentional or…?”

Feeling Prompts:

53. No one saw that he hated himself, far more than any hated him.

54. All she wanted was to relive that night.

55. Damn, that smile

56. Just because he learned to live without her, didn’t mean he really wanted to.

Song Prompts:

57. Don’t Give Up On Me (Andy Grammar)

58. Clocks (Coldplay) ( @xbuchananbarnes​ with Bucky)

59. Survivor (Destiny’s Child) (@sweet-barnes​ with Bucky)

60. How To Save A Life (The Fray)

61. Drown (Tyler Joseph) (@megthemewlingquim with Loki)

62. Forest (Twenty-One Pilots)

63. Leave Me Alone (NF)

64. Burning House (Cam)

Tagging some peeps who might be interested :)

@imma-new-soul @starspangledseb @remilupin22 @barnesjamcs @angelinathebook @mushyjellybeans @mr-skyline-r34 @msgreenverse @hermionesalvatore84 @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @flashflyingfish

[nekoannie-chan]

Regrets

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Mutant! Reader.

Word count: 1545 words.

Summary: Steve had made a decision, but another fact will make he realizes it was the wrong one, can he fix it?

Warnings: some smut references, nothing explicit, mention of deaths of characters, angst, sad.

A/N: This is my entry to the @distractedgemini‘s Kay’s Decade of Music Writing Challenge with the song prompt #35:

“Someone like you” by Adele.

And my entry to the @kitkatd7 ‘s Kits’ 250 Writing Challenge with the dialogue prompt #1:

“Don’t you understand? You were her happy ending”.

And my entry to @jtargaryen18 ‘s 30 days of Chris.

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  I heard that you're settled down That you found a girl and you're married now I heard that your dreams came true Guess she gave you things, I didn't give to you

 2005

 You came into your house after returning from school, everything was supposed to have changed, the mutants no longer had to hide, and weren't taken to the Garland Detention Center.  

"I'm home," you said after closing the door.  

There was no answer, maybe they didn't hear you.  

"Mom, Dad," you called as you walked down the aisle.

It was strange to you that they didn’t say anything, you returned to the hall, maybe they left you a message there and you hadn't seen it yet, there was no note, probably something had happened, some last-minute mission, although it was rare that you hadn't been warned.  

While they weren't your biological parents; Clarice and John had adopted you after yours were killed by the Purifiers when you were a baby, although the fact that you were adopted didn't care much because you were happy with your family, even your last name was Proudstar and they love you as her daughter.

But when you entered the kitchen, a scream came out of your throat; there were their bodies, you could tell at first glance that they had tried to defend themselves, even though it was not enough.   

"No! Mom! Dad!”

You tried to move them, you were hoping they'd still be alive, even if they were badly hurt, you didn't get the idea that they were dead.   

 I heard that you're settled down That you found a girl and you're married now I heard that your dreams came true Guess she gave you things, I didn't give to you

 "There's someone here," a woman said.  

You didn't even hear when someone came into your house; for a moment you thought they were your parents’ killers who had come back or listened to you.  

“Are you Y/N? Y/N Proudstar, Clarice's, and John's daughter? The woman questioned.  

You nodded, you didn't know if to trust, you didn't even know who that woman was, within seconds a man came into the kitchen.

"When did you arrive? Fury asked you.  

"About 10 minutes ago," you replied scared.   

"You'll come with us, Coulson, accompany her to take her belongings and help her," Nick said.  

 "What? I'm not going anywhere, I don't even know who you are, how can I be sure you're not going to do me the same as my parents?”   

"We are S.H.I.E.L.D. we received your parents' message asking for help and that we take care of you.”   

“How do I know they are S.H.I.E.L.D.?”  

Your parents had told you everything, yet without proof, you couldn't believe them.

Fury and Coulson showed their IDs, they weren't lying, you sighed, you went to your bedroom followed by Coulson and you started storing things in suitcases and backpacks, they hadn't specified any item limits on you, so you'd take as much as you could.

 Old friend, why are you so shy? Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light

I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it I had hoped you'd see my face And that you'd be reminded that for me, it isn't over

 2012

 You walked as fast as you could, that day you were late, you were carrying the report of the last mission you were gone to.   

You didn't pay attention around you, so you crashed into something hard, you thought it had been against a wall, because of the impact, you fell.  

"I'm sorry, miss, okay?” The ‘wall’ said to help you lift.   

"Captain, I'm sorry, I didn't see it," you apologized.   

Steve help you pick up the leaves, within a few seconds Coulson showed up.

"Agent Proudstar, the report," he asked.  

"I was already taking him to his office right now," you replied. 

"I see you've met, your next mission will be together," Coulson said.  

You knew who Steve was, but you remembered he didn't know who you were, you still didn't show up.  

"Agent Y/N Proudstar," you said, smiling.

 Never mind, I'll find someone like you I wish nothing but the best for you, too "Don't forget me, " I beg I remember you said "Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead" "Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead"

 2018

 "I know we've lost a lot these days, but you remember I was going to ask you something the day Bruce called us. You know when Thanos...” 

"Yes," you answered while you were accommodating some things 

Steve took your arm to stop and pay attention to him.  

"What's going on?”   

"Marry me," he asked.  

"Just like that? Are you sure? I mean, you always told me you wanted Bucky to be in...” 

"We try to get everything back to normal, Thanos is dead we can't do much, but we can try to be happy and get on with our lives, it seems like that's all we can do.”  

"I think it's going to be enough for Nat to be there," you said. 

He took your answer as if he ‘I do’ and kissed you.

 You know how the time flies Only yesterday was the time of our lives We were born and raised in a summer haze Bound by the surprise of our glory days

 2023

 You looked down, you knew Steve had told you a lie... or worse he had lied to you all that time.   

As soon as he left you started running towards the trees, you didn't want to know anything anymore, if you could... If you could... you probably would have done the same thing and prevent your parents from being killed.  

“Y/N!” Bucky called you.  

You didn't listen to him, you kept running, you wanted to go as far as you could, you'd like to somehow forget everything and Bucky finally caught you, grabbed your arm, and stopped you.

"He's gone, he went with Peggy," you started sobbing.   

Bucky hugged you, he didn't know what to say or do to comfort you, he knew what you were saying was true.   

"He left us... Bucky, he left us...”  

Yes, Steve had left them, but Bucky didn't understand exactly what you meant, you hadn't even had a chance to say anything, you didn't know now what to do, the feeling was a thousand times worse than when you lost your parents.

 I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it I had hoped you'd see my face And that you'd be reminded that for me, it isn't over

 1947

 Steve peeked into the door of the house where Peggy was living.  

He saw her pass, at least now he was sure he hadn't got the wrong house; he needed a few more minutes before knocking the door and that's when he saw Daniel kissing Peggy and after the couple split up, she took the baby from the crib.

Peggy found her right partner after Steve had ended up on the ice...   

Steve stayed a week in that time, it would probably be a month after the last time he had seen them...  

You didn't expect to be welcomed... but he would do his best to recover what he had ruined.

 Never mind, I'll find someone like you I wish nothing but the best for you, too "Don't forget me, " I begged I remember you said "Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead"

 2019

 "Orphanages are full," you said while you're taking the last picture you'd been taken with your parents.  

"Everything is complicated," Steve replied, and he was reading the newspaper.

"We should adopt some or some of those little ones, I was very happy when Clarice and John adopted me," you said looking at the picture.  

"You think they're going to let us? We’re superheroes, I don't think they want to expose children to danger," Steve replied, taking his eyes off the newspaper.   

You kept thinking for a few minutes, Steve was right, you didn't know exactly if another threat would show up, no one knew.  

"You're right.”  

"But we can do some," Steve proposed, approaching you.  

"Captain," you said seductively.

 Nothing compares, no worries or cares Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

 2023

 Steve returned to where he belonged, took everyone by surprise, as soon as they heard the machine activate Bruce and Bucky immediately went to see what was going on, Bruce had installed it at the Compound in case it was necessary, they feared it would be some other enemy, no one expected him to return, as soon as they saw him a sepulchral silence took over the room.   

Bucky decided to take him outside, no one dared say what had happened. 

“And Y/N?” Steve asked

Steve had immediately noticed your absence, Bucky bit his lip, and he didn't know how to explain it.  

"Buck, and Y/N? I know she must be angry...” 

"She didn't make it on the last mission," he finally confessed.   

"What?”   

"Something went wrong and...”  

Steve turned around and started walking inland from the Compound.

“DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND? YOU WERE HER HAPPY ENDING…!”

Steve didn't keep listening to what his friend was saying, he went to the base and went straight into the room that you and he shared, and if he hadn't left... if it hadn't been so hollow head... you'd still be alive.  

He opened the drawer of your nightstand where you kept the photos, he wanted to see you, he saw that something flew out when he took out the album and it was frozen as soon as he saw the object.

She took the positive pregnancy test, the day he left, you seemed so nervous, so you insisted that he wasn't the one to return the Stones.  

There was only one way to get you back, this time I wouldn't ruin it, he took some things from the room and headed to where the time machine was.

 Never mind, I'll find someone like you I wish nothing but the best for you "Don't forget me, " I beg I remember you said "Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead"

 2010

 You knocked on Fury's office, you were sent to call, and you thought it was for a new mission.  

"Agent Proudstar, I'm glad you came," Nick said.  

“What do you need a Director?”   

"This is Steve Rogers, Captain America," Fury said, pointing to Steve.

"Captain, I'm Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Y/N Proudstar," you introduced yourself smiling.  

Your smile, Steve had missed her so much.  

He stretched out his hand to greet you and smiled, he was going to fix everything that had happened, he would love you again and no mistakes this time, and he was going to make sure you were happy together.

.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you I wish nothing but the best for you, too "Don't forget me, " I begged I remember you said "Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead" "Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead"

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

Game

One-Shot

Description: The stakes are high as Bucky and Peter Parker play a dangerous game. Who will win the coveted price?

Warnings - None

I had fun with this one-shot thanks to the no-word limit writing challenge set by @kitkatd7 😄 I used prompt 37. “Don’t. Challenge. Me.” Click here to participate in the challenge 

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He looked at the Spiderling through dark, brooding eyes. "I haven't forgotten Germany," Bucky let the subtle warning hang over the teenager's head like a knife, "I remember everything that happened at the airport," he continued, "So Don't. Challenge. Me." He smirked as Peter gulped, his expression barely visible through the curtain of hair that surrounded Bucky's face.

He didn't want to threaten the kid, but Bucky was out of options. He hated losing, and if threatening Peter meant that Bucky would win, then he didn't mind spinning a few menacing threats.

You see, people always thought that Bucky's only superpower was his superhuman strength, but very few knew that the Winter Soldier had an eidetic memory. He had memorized the cards unevenly stacked in front of him. 

He knew Peter held a Draw4 card, which would mean Bucky would lose this round of the game, unless Peter picked up a new card from the almost empty stack in front of them.

Peter looked at the Winter Soldier and weighed his options. He could act like Bucky's threat had shaken him up a bit. But there was no way Peter was going to back down. Afterall, the winner got to cut Bucky's hair in the way they wanted. However, he also knew that Bucky would anonymously send MJ all the poems and songs Peter had written about her. He finally made a decision.

"UNO," Peter triumphantly declared as he placed his last card on the ground, winning the game. Bucky groaned as Sam cheered, "Way to go Spidey Boy!" 

"For the last time, it's Spiderman!" Peter huffed as Sam laughed. 

"So what's it gonna be? A Mohawk? Military cut? Oooo how about them bangs?" Sam wondered as Bucky made a mental note of slicing his wings the next time Sam tried to fly.

"Son, come here a moment," Bucky beckoned Peter as Sam kept on laughing, "How about a truce?" he suggested, "You don't cut my hair and we both get our revenge," Bucky jerked his head towards Sam. 

Peter narrowed his eyes, "What do you have in mind?"

"It would be a real shame if Sam's metal wings were replaced by, say faux feather ones," Bucky snickered.

"Oooo like angels wear in their costumes?! Then we should also get a halo to complete the set," Peter tried to control his smirk.

"Deal?" asked Bucky

Peter confirmed with a handshake, "Deal." 

Sam suddenly stopped laughing as he saw both Bucky and Peter shaking hands and looking at him, with shit-eating grins plastered on their faces.

"Why are you guys smiling like that?" Sam demanded as they both burst out laughing, "Why?!!" Still no answer.

"Wait till I tell Captain America and Aunt May," Sam muttered under his breath as both Bucky and Peter left the room in suspiciously high spirits.

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[wildmoonflower]

Run For Your Love

Summary: Who would have thought that a morning run can bring You something else than just a strong urge to die or kill Your friends? You didn't expect to meet the love of Your life, that’s for sure.

A/N: This is my short addition for @kitkatd7 challenge with prompt 'Please don't make me.' Congratulation on the beautiful milestone and thank You for extending the dead-line. :) Hope You all enjoy the reading. Pairing: StevexReader Warning: none, maybe some light swearing Word count: 2749

  First golden rays of sun lit up the pink sky, foretelling a sunny beautiful day. Warm breeze ruffled the leaves on the trees, their pure green colour clear indication of late spring. Despite the early hour, the park in New York already bustled with life and sounds. Pet owners chatting while their furry friends run around, more than often disturbing the peace of readers, spread on the blankets or the concentration of artist, trying to catch the beauty of the morning on the canvas and papers. Stony paths were busy with life too as runners were having their morning run, loners and couples alike. 

  One particular pair of runners stood out more than others. With the speed higher than some sleepy eyes could notice and movements more fluid and swift than humanly possible, it was given that two super-soldiers stood out like a sore thumb. There was a time when Bucky hated when Steve forced him to go run with him out in the open, not in the closed space of the gym with the special treadmills Tony created for their super-human speed. 

"You have to get used to normal society, Buck," Steve gave him a pity smile,"show them your calm, domestic side, not only the new Avenger." Bucky understood, he really did, but it didn't mean he had to like it, nor enjoy it. So he forced himself out of the bed every morning for his sake and honestly, it was worth it seeing Steve's relieved face mixed with pride. 

After running at almost full speed for an hour, finally both super-soldiers were slightly out of breath, finding their spot under the tree that casted a huge shadow, giving the shelter from the sun to several more people, including a young girl reading a medical book, an elderly man in great shape who was currently in a weird yoga pose that looked as if he broke his back and two young men who clearly finished their run too, their breath quick and short, faces red and sweaty. They were waiting for somebody, Bucky could easily tell from their bodies slightly turned to side so they could see the paved path, his sensitive ears catching something like 'slow, angry, won't go with us ever again'. 

"Buck? You listening?" Flinching, Bucky looked up to Steve. He knew Bucky still hasn't lost his habit of scanning the area and people around, looking for any indication of danger, escape routes and possible weapons. But this time, Steve couldn't bring himself to say anything as he always did the same, his super senses and brain analyzing and planning, a habit he rarely tried to stop. "Sam said he can go run with us tomorrow when he comes back from the mission." "He tries too hard to keep up." Bucky grumbled but in the end, he was glad. Tower tended to be quite intense when Tony and Buck were in the same room and without Sam's constant shouting and attempts to distract Bucky, his tension grew. 

"You say that but who was running backwards right next to him last time, nice and slow just to piss him off?" Steve jabbed at Bucky, laughing at his friend who doubled over and proceeded to almost slip up, sending both into another fit of laughter, succesfully ending their run as both men slid down in the shadow of a big oak tree, revelling in the comfortable buzz of life around them. Not that either of them needed the rest. It was Sam's idea, his way of lifting spirit after a bad day, night or a bad mission. Bucky had to chuckle just how much Sam-like it was, surrounding himself with life and hustle of humans. 

Their peaceful silence was short-lived when huffing puffing woman suddenly stopped next to the spot where they sat, collapsing right in front of them. Before any of them could even overcome the shock, hard breathing woman raised her fist and smacked Steve in his shin, the anger and frustration clear in her voice. "Thank you for waiting for me, you two pricks!" Unknown girl hid her face in the crook of her elbow, breathy voice muted: "You promised you won't leave me behind if I will go on a run with you. And you disappeared. After. Five. Minutes!" Each of her last words were ended with a smack in Steve's shin, who was now forcing back the smile while Bucky was already trembling, his left hand pressing against his ribs. 

"Uhmm, Ma'am?" Steve cleared his throat as it constricted at the sight of her eyes shooting open, burying in his soul. In his head, tens of colour combination swirled around, trying to copy the beautiful colour he was seeing but Steve knew- he knew that no matter how much practice he has in drawing, neither him nor any artist would ever be able to catch the true beauty of mysterious woman's eyes.  Little, barely noticeable crow's feet in the corner of her eyes from laughing and at looking at the sun, much more prominent spark, a sign of keen mind and undeniably, Steve's breath did hitched a little at their warmth. Simply, everything about her eyes pulled Steve in, even a small mole on her right eyelid tempted Steve to kiss it. "Oh my God." Woman whispered, still lying down on the soft grass, "oh my God, you are not my two idiots!"

´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´ The moment Y'N's alarm rang in the morning, at the time when the bed just looked and felt the best, she just knew this day will test her very being. First test was Martin and Jake knocking on her doors, dressed for their run, brimming with energy that Y/N usually felt maybe two hours after waking up. Instead of normal breakfast of toast with bacon and eggs, a small bowl of hummus and banana has been thrusted in sleepy hands as Jake run to the closet, trying to find the good work-out outfit, horrified of obvious lack of presentable clothes, finding only clothes for work and clothes for sleeping while Martin ushered Y/N to bathroom, instructing her to do the morning hygiene.

Y/N still couldn't wrap her brain why did she accept their offer to morning run. She always hated running, her whole life she avoided running, of course, except the P.E. classes. She was what people called a person with two left feet. Clumsy. Inept. Running was dangerous, running was...personal Hell. So why did she suddenly accepted Martin's offer? She didn't know. It was probably the sad expression of her favourite neighbor when she refused at first, maybe the pleading eyes of his boyfriend. 

With the reasons still unknown, an hour later she found herself on her knees, panting like a dog, sweating and even without a mirror, Y/N knew her face resembled a tomato juice. Kneeling in front of two men she didn't know like an idiot, after smacking their legs, like an idiot, while her real two idiot friends were in her peripherals, slapping their knees like retarded seals.

"I-I am sorve!" Y/N's face couldn't be more red as she bit her tongue. At that point, dark haired man looked like he suffered a stroke, one hand pressing deeply in his side while other arm, oddly shining in the morning sun covered his face, whole body shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. It was the other guy that officially took Y/N's last breath away as she locked eyes with most gorgeous blue she has ever seen, softest blue that seemed to burn a hole inside of her now shame-ridden soul. Handsome young face almost couldn't belong to these eyes, to these old, sad, wise eyes. 

Lost in the sea of blue, Y/N didn't notice Martin and Jake approach, her focus snapping when latter crouched beside her, still wiping the tears from his eyes. "Are you okay, Y/N?" Jake handed Y/N a water bottle, turning to Steve when she just opened her mouth just to close it again, like a fish out of the water, staring at Steve and then finally looking down, shaking her head. "We're sorry, man. We underestimated her dislike for running, didn't thought it would break her." "It's okay," Steve shook the outstretched hands one by one, holding Y/N's unconsciously little longer,"I'm Steve. Nice to meet you."

"I'm James." Bucky, finally catching his breath nodded his head and looked at Y/N, eyebrow raised:"Correct me if I'm wrong but aren't you the girl that girl who was pushed into the duck pond last week, by some big dog playing fetch?" Round of laughter passed as Y/N nodded her head and sighed.  "Week before that I slipped on a puddle and took down a running lady."

While Y/N's face was slowly gaining it's normal colour, she watched Steve in the corner of her eye. Now that they were standing, she could see that man was standing tall, unlike his friend who was, despite being almost same height, slightly hunched over, as if trying to be less noticeable or appear less threatening. "Y/N?" Y/N flinched as a hand appeared in front of her face, snapping her out of her bubble. "I have to go back, this took longer than I thought. Are you staying with Jake for another lap or what?" Martin asked, puffing out air at Y/N's horrified expression.

"Please don't make me." Slight tremble in her voice expressed the horror of that thought, ignoring the fake offended gasp of her friend. She could swear she saw a bling of disappointment in Steve's eyes.

"Same goes for us, Stevie." Bucky patted Steve on the back, his eyes shifting between his best friend and Y/N, who were both trying very hard to steal a glance at each other while failing miserably. "I quess we will be seeing you tomorrow?" Satisfied with hums of agreement, Bucky thrown his arm around Steve's shoulder, clicking his tongue. "Punk, You've got it bad!" "....Yeah."

´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´ "You've got to talk to him more." "Maybe invite him to that nice new coffee shop that opened nearby!" "Or just smile at him, dude looked smitten already." "Or pretend to trip and fall in his big, muscular arms like a damsel." "With the way she looked at Steve yesterday, she will not have to pretend to trip, her knees will give out by themselves!"

These were the words Jake and Martin barged in Y/N's flat with, once again with much more energy than should be be allowed in the morning. Not giving her a chance to think of reply, she was already in her running clothes, shirt a size smaller and not even hers, hugging her curves more.

"In what universe do you guys think I could possibly flirt or make a move on a hot guy?" Y/N pushed out of herself, trying her hardest to keep her breathing slow. 'Inhale with nose, hold, exhale with mouth.' That was her mantra as she ran, her friends jogging beside her with ease. Temperature was lower than yesterday, something Y/N really appreciated as cool breeze stroke her skin. Not that it helped that much when she remembered the way she acted yesterday, heat striking her face as she recalled the number of times Steve caught her staring at him. Deep in her thoughts, she didn't notice the conniving smiles Jake and Martin exchanged. 

Three slips and lots of internal cursing later, a huge oak tree appeared in the distance, the sight causing Y/N's stomach to churn with both excitement and jitters, the butterflies multiplying as she spotted two familiar figures standing next to the tree while third man was sat down, obviously trying to catch his breath, raising a middle finger at Bucky in an instance. Closer they got, the more could Y/N see, realising she knew the third person, a warning sign deep in her head started to flash. A thought bounced in her head, evading her grasp, missing that one piece that would complete the puzzle. Before she could finish the thought, they were few meters away from Steve, Bucky and Sam. 

"Y/N?" Sam asked, carefully standing up, his eyes full of surprise. "You know each other?" Bucky asked incredulously while Steve's attention was jumping around from Sam to Y/N. "Yeah," Y/N nodded weakly,"umm, Jake, Martin, this is Sam. Sam helped my brother when he came back from Iraq TOD." "That's right, man was lucky to have his sister with him all the time." Sam smiled at Y/N, noticing a slight furrow on Steve's face and Bucky's smirk, putting two and two together. "What did you two do to make her get up from bad at this hour. If I remember correctly, Y/N here is not a morning person." "We have our ways." Jake said with angelic smile, jabbing Martin in the side as he muttered:"Even more reasons."

Weekend has many advantages. One of the main is one do not have to hurry. Being a regular weekdays 9-5 workers, Jake, Martin and Y/N made a habit of having a coffee at nearby coffee shop. For Steve, Bucky and Sam, work depended on the bad guys. They never knew when their phones will ring with an order. They just took any free moment to enjoy life. Running, having a chat Buck, train at the Tower with other Avengers, help cook or order a lunch and dinner and end the day with a movie in the main living room.

That is how Steve's free days usually went. At the end of it, he felt as relaxed as he could, trying his hardest to push the mantle of Captain away just for a day but at times, the tightness in his body let out at the evening at best. So now, at the time when the sun just showed up, he was surprised to find himself completely relaxed, sitting beneath the tree's shade, conversing and laughing with his friends and three people he met just yesterday. 

His body was relaxed but his mind was buzzing as every nerve in his body was reacting to a woman sitting beside him. Soft breeze ruffled through her hair now and then, his sensitive nose picking the fresh smell of mint shampoo and her natural scent that came out after her body calmed down from the run. He couldn't help but admire the way Y/N talked, quiet at most times but peep in with quirky comments. Steve knew this feeling. It was more than just interest. Just like with Peggy, he couldn't think straight when she looked at him with her Y/E/C eyes, words coming out of his mouth either too polite or chopped in weird sentences. 

He wanted to know more. About her. Y/N Y/L/N. He wanted to know more about her likes and dislikes, about her brother she so lovingly talked about, about her relationship with her two neighbors she called 'her idiots' in most loving way. Steve wanted to know what songs she sings when she has a good mood. He wanted to know it all. The good and the bad. 

"Wow. It's late again." Martin checked his phone, throwing a side-eye at his boyfriend. "Do you guys have any plans for later?" He turned to Steve,"You free around 12? How about you, Y/N? You know, after shower." Martin baraged his questions at them while Jake, Bucky and Sam stood up, smirking at the panic and confusion of their friends. 

"I'm free?" Y/N looked at Steve, her heart hammering as she noticed him looking at her with a smile. "Yeah, me too." Their attention snapped back at the beaming man clapping his hand together.

"Great! Good. There is a reservation under my name Whitaker. You two enjoy the lunch! See you guys tomorrow!" A round of 'byes' filled the air as everyone run in different direction, leaving Y/N and Steve stumped in shock, still sitting on the grass.

Y/N jumped on the spot as Steve crackled up, pressing both hands on his ribs. Now he understood why Bucky had that gleeful smirk when he returned from his evening walk. 

"I should have known something was off." Steve sighed and looked at Y/N, whose face returned to pink shade. "Can I invite you to a lunch totally planned by our friends?" He was worried, this is not how he would invite a girl out. So when Y/N smiled and took his hand, Steve felt the nervousness and excitement shot right up. He will have a chance to know all the good and bad. "You totally can."

THE END

[mojofun]

One Last Time (Sebastian Stan x OC)

So, this story is part of a fantastic writing challenge. I decided to partcipate, and this is the story I wrote about our one and only Sebastian Stan, based on the prompt “One last time”

Beware: tooth-rotting fluff ahead. Proceed with caution.

JK ;)

Give it a read if you want and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it; let me know what you think and shoutout to @kitkatd7 for launching this writing challenge. Check out their account if you want to participate :)

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<<Tess, darling, we need to go!>> A woman with curly caramel hair shouted, looking at a little girl who was having the time of her life on the swing.

The woman was smiling adoringly. It warmed her heart to see the child so happy, but she needed to go grocery shopping before the stores closed for lunchtime break

<<But mommy, I’m having so much fun!>> The kid protested with a pout, slowing down her movements until she came to a halt

<<Tess…>>

The poor mother trailed off when her daughter fixed her wide, innocent jade green eyes on her, pursing her lips. The woman sighed, brushing her daughter’s strawberry blond hair out of her small face

<<I can see you’re enjoying yourself my dear, but we need to go shopping. Besides, other children want to go on the swing, and it’s not fair for you to hog it>>

Tess flinched, lowering her head guiltily.

Then, she noticed a little boy that was standing a few feet from her, staring expectantly.

He wants to go on the swing, the little girl thought. Mommy was right

Determined to make up for her selfishness, Tess approached the other child bashfully

<<Hi! Sorry for not letting you have a go, I just… Lost track of time>>

The boy smiled reassuringly, shaking his head

<<No problem, don’t worry>>

<<Why didn’t you say anything?>>

He shrugged

<<You were enjoying yourself too much; I didn’t want to disturb you>>

<<Oh>>

The little girl blushed at that statement. She took in his appearance, from the baby blue eyes to the blondish-brown hair and adorable smile that he was still giving her.

It brought one to her face as well

He’s so nice

<<Thank you, that’s very sweet. Anyway, it’s your turn now>>

He beamed, thanking her before walking past her toward the coveted swing.

Suddenly, just when he was about to sit on it, he stopped and turned to face her again

<<Why don’t you go again?>>

<<What?>>

<<One last time>>

Tess gasped, amazed that a stranger was being so nice to her. Normally, kids were so selfish- the thought made her blush darken even more.

He’s so, so nice

<<Really? You don’t mind?>>

<<It’s ok: I’m spending the afternoon here, so I’ll have a lot of time to go on this swing>>

He shrugged again, still smiling at her.

Before she could register what was going on, Tess threw herself at the boy with her arms open, hugging him tightly

<<Thank you, thank you very much>>

A few moments went by before she realised what she’d done. She tried to disentangle herself, but he hugged her back before she could

<<You’re welcome. Now go, or your mom will make you leave>>

They pulled apart

<<Before I go, what’s your name?>>

<<Sebastian. Yours?>>

<<Tess. Nice to meet you, Sebastian>>

<<Right back to you, Tess>> He grinned at her, giving her a slight push <<Now go, hurry!>>

She ran back to the swing, smiling so much that her cheeks hurt.

<<Mommy, will we come back tomorrow?>> Tess asked her mother while they pulled over by the store. The woman chuckled

<<Of course, my dear. Why do you ask? Do you want to see that boy again?>>

For the third time that day, the blonde child felt her cheeks heat up in flames

<<Oh, darling, don’t be embarrassed>>

<<You’re mean>>

<<I’ll buy you some chocolate milk to make up for my teasing, alright?>>

The mother knew those were the magic words to get her daughter to smile again, and that’s what happened

<<Yes, thank you>>

<<You’re welcome, honey.

By the way, that boy was very kind to you. Did you get his name?>>

Her daughter grinned, nodding vehemently

<<It’s->>

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<<Sebastian Stan!>> Tess shouted, stomping inside the man’s apartment with a deadly glare.

The unaware offender was relaxing on his couch, watching tv. When she burst in he almost jumped to the ceiling, dropping the remote

<<Tess! What the hell?>>

<<You!>> She hollered again, threateningly pointing at him with her index <<You little->>

<<What did I do?>> He pleaded, confused and worried. She pushed a piece of paper against his chest with a huff

<<How could you just drop the invitation to your premiere at my apartment without even telling me?>>

Finally, the cause behind her temper was revealed. Sebastian deflated, feeling instantly relieved; so relieved in fact, that he laughed in her face.

Wrong move. His friend glared at him even more, bearing down on him

<<You think it’s funny, you airhead? I have nothing to wear! I need to get my hair done, and my nails, and->>

<<Sweetie>> The actor began, trying to calm her down with a smile and a soft pat to the back <<it’s fine>>

<<No it’s not. Us mortals need to->>

<<I know some people that can help you, don’t worry.>>

Just like that, Tess went from upset to flabbergasted

<<You do- You wa- What?>>

He tried to, he really did; he mustered all his abilities as an actor that he’d acquired through the years, but even that was not enough.

Thus, seeing his best friend so stunned, Sebastian couldn’t help bursting into hysterics, throwing his head back and plonking down on the couch

<<Your face! I wish I had a camera!>>

<<You suck>> She retaliated, no real hard feelings in her voice.

After a few minutes, during which the female enjoyed watching him laugh, he pulled himself together and took her hands in his

<<Darling, all will be ok; just trust me. Will you?>>

He received an eye-roll and a nod in response. Ignoring the former, he concentrated on the latter and stood up

<<Perfect. Let me get my phone, I’ll arrange everything. You sit back and relax>>

Tess snorted, reclining on the couch

<<Damn right you will: you got me in this pretty pickle, you’ll sort it out>>

<<You suck>>

<<You wish>> She teased with a wink

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<<Mr Stan, over here!>>

<<Mr Stan!>>

<<Sebastian, can I have a word?>>

Flashes were going off everywhere, but he didn’t mind anymore; he was used to it. The overwhelming attempts by reporters to interview him did not bother him much either, probably because he was distracted.

In fact, any observer would have noticed him staring at the road expectantly, anticipation oozing from his every pore.

He was waiting for Tess.

In the years after their encounter at the park, the two of them had become the best of friends. Both he and Tess began to ask their mothers to go back to the park with insistence, until it became a sort of tradition; the two women even exchanged numbers at some point, so they could organise playdates for the two kids.

Playdates.

That word made him shiver.

He was incredibly happy to have met the strawberry-blonde: she was an amazing friend, always there for him, supportive and ready to give him a kick where the sun don’t shine if he needed it. The thought of all their late-night conversations, her pep talks before his auditions, the number of times they went to the park -and on that very same swing- even as grown adults…

It brought a huge smile on his face.

He relished each and every memory, thankful to have in his life someone so amazing.

That’s why he was so mad at himself.

In fact, there was a not-so-small secret that he kept from his best friend: he’d fallen in love with her.

The actor was incredibly mad at himself, afraid to ruin a friendship he valued more than anything with a slip of the tongue; if it happened, he’d never forgive himself. Thus, he’d resorted to wallowing in his pain, settling for being her best pal rather than a stranger.

No matter his job, however, he continuously wondered how long his lie would last.

Every time it came to mind, he shivered.

Finally, another car nosed its way along the pavement before coming to a halt.

When the door opened, Sebastian felt his breath leave his lungs in a whoosh.

Was that vision really his Tess, the tomboy who preferred mud splashes to makeup? She was always beautiful, but that night… She was magnificent.

The dress she wore -which she’d kept from him until the last moment, much to his chagrin- was a splendid, shimmering black gown, with an extremely steep neckline that was offset by discreet, nude-coloured fabric decorated with small rhinestones; the slit in the skirt was vertiginous, and it showed her shapely leg and the black heels she’d chosen. With her waist-length hair curled in doll-like locks and blood-red lips on the lips that distracted him so often, she looked like a goddess straight out of his dreams.

The smile she gave him when their eyes met only reinforced that impression; he felt his heart flutter, watching her step closer to him

<<Sebastian! Hi, how are you?>>

<<Hi. I’m->> He harrumphed <<I’m good thanks. You look amazing tonight, by the way>>

Is that blush on her cheeks?

<<Thank you. You clean up nice too>> She whispered timidly.

He smiled at her, straightening his red tie and the lapels of the dark grey jacket he wore. Then, he offered her his arms

<<Shall we go, my lady?>>

The posh accent he used made her giggle; in reality, it was also due to his gallant gesture.

The young woman tried to mimic his pronunciation when gave him her arm and replied

<<Indeed, good sir>>

They went in the theatre together, laughing like the children they were.

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<<Thank you for the wonderful evening, Seb. I had a wonderful time>>

Tess murmured, standing on the steps of her apartment where he’d accompanied her.

The blue-eyed man looked at his best friend with a slight smile. In reality, he was fighting an internal battle. Namely, he was trying to suppress that nagging voice in the back of his head that screamed for him to just take her in his arms and kiss her

<<You’re welcome, doll; I’m glad you enjoyed the night>>

The blonde beauty giggled again

<<Doll, uh? Your character’s really getting to you>>

<<Don’t you like it?>> He purred with a smirk

<<I must admit I do, a lot. It’s better than munchkin anyway>>

<<Not my fault you are so short; even now you don’t reach my chin, and you’re wearing high heels>>

In response to his teasing, he received a playful whack on the shoulder with her purse

<<You suck>> She snorted.

<<You wish>> He chuckled too, fending off her numerous attempts to hit him again.

Their laughter died after a while, and they stood there in silence, staring into each other’s eyes. Seconds, minutes which seemed hours passed, but they stayed like that.

Suddenly, he just couldn’t take it anymore.

In the blink of an eye, Tess found herself enveloped in Sebastian’s strong arms; before she could ask what was going on, his lips found hers and he kissed her passionately, holding her tight against his body.

The brunette felt like he would burst, both for the affection he had for the woman he was currently kissing and for the shame he felt as he slowly pulled away, forcing his eyes open even if he didn’t want to see the revulsion on her face.

The sight in front of him made his blood run cold: she was petrified, eyes blown wide and mouth slightly agape.

Gulping, Sebastian tried to salvage what he could. Mentally cursing himself in every language he knew, he stuttered an apology

<<Tess, I’m sorry… I- I don’t know what came over me>>

<<…>>

This is it, he groused. This time I’ve done it; I destroyed our friendship. She’ll never want to see me again after this

<<Uh, Tess? Are you ok?>>

The woman was still silent, staring at him like he’d grown a third eye.

I would have preferred a reaction. Shouting, a slap in the face… Anything but this

Broken-hearted, the brown-haired man delicately cupped her cheeks in his hands, taking a steadying breath before speaking

<<Doll, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help myself. I’ve had a major crush on you, for years now, and I…

It’s ok if you don’t feel the same, I don’t expect anything from you. I just… There’s one thing I want to do>>

The green-eyed woman was still unresponsive, and it only unnerved him further

<<I want to kiss you again. One last time>>

Not bothering to wait for a reply that would probably never come, Sebastian leaned in and pressed his lips against Tess’ red ones in the most delicate, romantic kiss either of them ever had.

It only lasted a moment though: he wasn’t brave enough to push her any further, no matter how much he wanted. Besides, it didn’t feel fair.

With a sigh that promised tears to come, the tall man gave her a sad smile before bidding her goodnight and turning to walk away.

He got as far as the gate before a flurry of black launched herself at him, effectively immobilising him

<<Seb! Don’t go, wait a second. I have something to say>>

He arched an eyebrow, trying to support the painting woman that was wobbling unsteadily on her heels

<<Damn, these things are hell to run in>>

<<I’m not sure they were made with that purpose in mind>> He joked, confused by her behaviour.

The young woman pulled herself together again and grinned at him, taking his face in her hands

<<First of all->>

His eyes grew the size of saucers when her lips found his for the third time that night. He didn’t fight it, both because he never would and he was paralysed at the moment. When she pulled away he saw her huge smile, and it puzzled him even more

<<I wanted to kiss you one last time too>>

Those few words broke him even more than he already was.

His expression must have been a clear sign of that, because the blonde was shaking her head and speaking again

<<One last time as friends. Because I want to kiss you as my boyfriend from now on>>

The world stopped. Sebastian stood there, trying to come to terms with what she told him

One last time as friends. Because I want to kiss you as my boyfriend from now on

Did that mean…

<<D- Doll… D- Does that mean->>

<<Yes, it does>> She hushed him, snickering at his disconcertment <<Now shut up and kiss me again>>

The smile that spread on his face was immense. Finally, the actor went back to his usual, jovial self and pulled her even closer, tenderly tucking a rebellious strand of her luscious mane behind her ear

<<With pleasure>>

Their lips met again.

This time though, it was different. This time they both knew what the other wanted and, most importantly, what the other wanted. This time they knew their love was reciprocated, and it made them smile in the kiss.

When they pulled away they both beamed at each other

<<My girlfriend>>

<<My boyfriend>>

<<I guess it was not the last time>>

<<In a way. But this was the first time>>

<<Mh, I want more; come here>>

They stood there, by the gate, kissing like there was no tomorrow; it was a way to make up for lost time, to soothe the hurt they’d unintentionally caused each other. It didn’t matter who’d waited the longest, who’d been the most oblivious or who made the first move. What did matter was that they were in love, and in love there is no space for last times.

@kitkatd7

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

I Better Be

Summary- Short. Peter Quill x You. Peter is trying to fix The Milano to get you all off the ground, without much help from anyone else. Fluffy. Hints of sexual tension. Written for @kitkatd7​ 250 writing challenge. Prompts in italiacs. Congrats babes! thank you for hosting a great challenge. 

A/N- I really LOVE Starlord and need to write more for him.  

“Will you stop it Groot?!” Rocket hissed at him while he tried to fit his latest weapon together, Groot standing over his shoulder. 

“I am Groot.” The teenager said, reaching over Rockets shoulder to readjust something Rocket seemed not to have put together correctly, only to have it be pulled away with a jerk from Rocket, growling out. “Stop! I got this. These are highly explosive.” 

“I. Am. Groot!” the extraterrestrial tree swore, and everyone on the ship all remarked “Hey!” 

Peter shook his head, sputtering as he pushed himself underneath the controls again, you sitting in the captains chair, watching him as he pulled out some wires to reroute the energy source. “Mouth on that kid. I don't know where he gets it.” 

You snickered and looked around at the crew all doing there own thing. “No Idea huh? Not a clue?” you laugh as you hear the two of them back to squabbling further back in the ship. Drax coming up. “They are fighting again, you want me to just kill them ? It will be quieter without them.” 

Your eyes wide, and you twirl the chair to look at him, Peter yanking out with a incredulous look on his face. “What?! No! Jesus, is that how you dealt with stuff on your planet? God man.” Peter pulled up looking in the back as Groot was now sulking with muttered “I am Groot, Iammmm Groooot. I aaam Groo-tuh.” Rocket kept giving him side eyed glances, muttering to himself as well. Only he was quieter about it.

Drax shrugged at the two of you, and brushed his seat behind the Co pilots, falling heavily into it while he pulled out a blade, wiping it down. “Im just saying, be easier.” Peter shook his head and reached out a hand to pull you up out of his seat, twisting the two of you so he sat down, his hands grasp your hips, and pull you into his lap, making you chuckle. Your arm loped around his neck, smirking down at him. 

“They are all driving me crazy today. We need to get The Milano off the ground.” Peter cast a look at his crew and then back to you. You ran your knuckles along his jawline and quirked a brow. 

“Well then why don’t you let Rocket take a look at it.” 

“Cause Im not letting some stupid Raccoon fix my ship.” Peter grumbled, and you gasped, coming straight to Rockets defense since he wasn't paying attention to Peter. 

“Hey now, he's saved our ass a time or two.” 

“You just like him cause he's like one of those Carebears. You can pet him.” 

You rolled your eyes and grasped the back of his neck, placing a teasing kiss against his lips. His hands that had been rubbing your hips turning into grasps against your thighs, making him rumble softly from his chest and into your kiss. 

“You know your my favorite, right?” you whispered against his lips. “Starlord.” 

His eyes flashed at you, and Peters cocky grin flashed on his face. “I better be.” His hands loosened slightly on your thighs, and he narrowed his eyes. “You know what calling me Starlord does to me.” 

Wiggling your brows, you smirked and he twirled the two of you in his chair to face the other three occupants on the ship. “Yall as your Captain, Im kicking you all off. Get! Come back later.” In his lap your laughing hard, hiding your face against his shoulder, and Rocket moves to a stand, his paws on his waist like he was thoroughly disgusted with the two of you. 

“You can't be serious!” 

“Its my ship, I make the rules, go do whatever it is you all do.” 

What the fuck did you just start.  

[kitkatd7]

Reminder

A friendly reminder to everyone that joined my writing challenge and hasn't already finished their story! Due date is August 1st so just a little over 2 weeks left!

If you need me to extend the deadline (or for ant reason you need to drop out) just shout at me! (Comment, ask, dm)

Tagging all the lovelies who haven't finished yet!

@starspangledseb @voila-tout @candy-and-writing @barnesjamcs @mojofun @angrythingstarlight @nildesperanddum @chaoticpete @toastybbb @mushyjellybeans @angelinathebook @saiyanprincessswanie @wildmoonflower @mr-skyline-r34 @msgreenverse @xbuchananbarnes @sweet-barnes

[nekoannie-chan]

Arrepentimiento

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora Mutante

Palabras: 1398 palabras.

Resumen: Steve había tomado una decisión, pero otro hecho lo hará darse cuenta que fue la equivocada, ¿podrá arreglarlo?

Advertencias: Angst, menciones de sangre, muertes de personajes, algunas referencias de Smut, nada explicito, triste.

N/A: Esta es mi entrada para Kay’s Decade of Music Writing Challenge con la canción #35:

“Someone like you” de Adele.

También es mi entrada para Kits’ 250 Writing Challenge con la frase #1:

“¿No lo entiendes? Eras su final feliz.”.

Y mi entrada para 30 days of Chris.

No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo) o el uso de mis gráficos (mis separadores de texto también están incluidos), los cuales hice exclusivamente para mis fics, por favor respeta mi trabajo y no lo robes. Aquí en la plataforma hay personas que hacen separadores de texto para que cualquiera los pueda usar, los míos no son públicos, por favor busca los de dichas personas. La única excepción serían los regalos que he hecho ya que ahora pertenecen a alguien más. Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien. DISCLAIMER:Los personajes de Marvel no me pertenecen (desafortunadamente), exceptuando por los personajes originales y la historia.

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I heard that you're settled down That you found a girl and you're married now I heard that your dreams came true Guess she gave you things, I didn't give to you

 2005

 Entraste a tu casa después de regresar de la escuela, se suponía que las cosas para los mutantes habían cambiado, ya no tenían que esconderse ni eran llevados al Centro de Detención Garland.

—Ya llegué —avisaste después de cerrar la puerta.

No hubo respuesta alguna, quizás no te habían escuchado.

—Mamá, papá —llamaste mientras caminabas por el pasillo.

Se te hizo raro que no te respondieran, regresaste hasta el recibidor quizás habían dejado un recado ahí y no lo habías visto; sin embargo no había ninguna nota, probablemente algo había pasado, alguna misión de último minuto, aunque era raro que no te hubieran avisado.

Si bien ellos no eran tus padres biológicos; Clarice y John te habían adoptado después de que los tuyos fueron asesinados por los Purificadores cuando eras una bebé, aunque el hecho de ser adoptada no te importaba mucho porque eras feliz con tu familia, inclusive tenías el apellido Proudstar

Pero cuando entraste a la cocina, un grito salió de tu garganta; ahí estaban los cuerpos de ellos, se notaba a simple vista que habían tratado de defenderse, a pesar de que no fue suficiente.

— ¡No! ¡Mamá! ¡Papá!  

Trataste de moverlos,  tenías la esperanza de que siguieran con vida, aunque fuesen malheridos, no concebías la idea de que ellos estuviesen muertos.

 I heard that you're settled down That you found a girl and you're married now I heard that your dreams came true Guess she gave you things, I didn't give to you

 —Hay alguien —dijo una mujer.

Ni siquiera escuchaste cuando alguien entró a tu casa; por un momento creiste que eran los asesinos que habían vuelto o te habían escuchado.

— ¿Eres T/N? ¿La hija de Clarice y John? —cuestionó la mujer.

Asentiste lentamente, no sabías si confiar, ni siquiera sabias quien era esa mujer, a los pocos segundos un hombre entró.

— ¿Cuándo llegaste?  —te preguntó Fury.

—Hace como 10 minutos —respondiste asustada.

—Vendrás con nosotros, Coulson acompáñala a que tome sus pertenencias y ayúdala —ordenó Nick.

— ¿Qué? no iré ningún lado, ni siquiera sé quiénes son, ¿cómo puedo estar segura que no me van a hacer lo mismo que a mis papás?

—Somos S.H.I.E.L.D. recibimos el mensaje de tus padres pidiendo ayuda y que te cuidáramos.

— ¿Cómo sé que realmente son S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Tus padres te habían contado todo, sin embargo sin pruebas no podrías creerles.

Fury y Coulson enseñaron sus identificaciones, no estaban mintiendo, suspiraste, fuiste a tu recámara seguida de Coulson y comenzaste a guardar cosas en maletas y mochilas, no te habían especificado algún límite de artículos, así que llevarías lo más que pudieras.

 Old friend, why are you so shy? Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light

I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it I had hoped you'd see my face And that you'd be reminded that for me, it isn't over

 2012

 Caminaste lo más rápido que podías, ese día se te había hecho tarde, llevabas los papeles del reporte de la última misión a la que habías ido.

No prestabas atención a tu alrededor, por lo que chocaste contra algo duro, de hecho creiste que había sido contra una pared, por el impacto te caíste.

—Lo siento señorita, ¿está bien? —dijo la “pared” ayudándote a levantar.

— ¡Capitán!, lo siento, no lo vi —te disculpaste.

Steve te ayudar recoger las hojas, a los pocos segundos Coulson apareció.

—Agente Proudstar, el reporte —pidió.

—Ya lo estaba llevando a su oficina en este momento —respondiste.

—Veo que ya se conocen, su siguiente misión será juntos —comentó Coulson.

Obviamente sabias quien era Steve, pero recordaste que él no sabía quién eras tú, aún no te presentabas.

—Agente T/N Proudstar —dijiste sonriendo.

 Never mind, I'll find someone like you I wish nothing but the best for you, too "Don't forget me, " I beg I remember you said "Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead" "Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead"

 2018

 — Sé que estos días hemos perdido mucho, pero recuerdas que iba preguntarte algo el día que Bruce nos llamó…ya sabes cuándo Thanos…

—Si —respondiste mientras acomodabas algunas cosas

Steve tomó tu brazo para que te detuvieras y le prestaras atención.

— ¿Qué pasa?

—Casémonos —te pidió.

— ¿Así nada más? ¿Estás seguro? digo siempre me dijiste que querías que Bucky estuviera presente…

—Intentamos regresar todo a la normalidad, Thanos está muerto no podemos hacer mucho, pero podemos intentar ser felices y continuar con nuestras vidas, parece que es lo único que podemos hacer.

—Creo que bastará con que Nat esté presente —dijiste.

Él tomó tu respuesta como si “acepto” y te besó.

 You know how the time flies Only yesterday was the time of our lives We were born and raised in a summer haze Bound by the surprise of our glory days

 2023

 Bajaste la mirada sabías que Steve te había dicho una mentira…o peor aún te había mentido todo ese tiempo.

En cuanto se fue comenzaste a correr hacia los árboles, ya no querías saber nada, si pudieras…si pudieras…probablemente hubieras hecho lo mismo y evitar que tus padres fueran asesinados.  

— ¡T/N! —te llamó Bucky.

No le hiciste caso, seguiste corriendo, querías irte lo más lejos que pudieras, te gustaría de alguna manera poder olvidarte de todo, Bucky finalmente te alcanzó, atrapó tu brazo y te detuvo.

—Se fue, se fue con Peggy —comenzaste a sollozar.

Bucky te abrazó, no sabía qué decir o hacer para consolarte, él sabía que lo que le decías era cierto.

—Nos dejó…Bucky, nos dejó…

Si, Steve los había dejado, pero Bucky que no entendió a qué te referías exactamente, ni siquiera habías tenido oportunidad de decir nada, no sabías ahora que hacer, la sensación era mil veces peor a cuando perdiste a tus papás.

 I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it I had hoped you'd see my face And that you'd be reminded that for me, it isn't over

 1947

 Steve se asomó antes de tocar la puerta de la casa en donde vivía Peggy.

La vio pasar, al menos ahora estaba seguro que no se había equivocado de casa; necesitaba unos minutos más antes de tocar y fue entonces cuando vio a Daniel besándola y después de que la pareja se separó, ella tomó al bebé de la cuna.

Peggy de encontrar a su pareja perfecta después de que Steve había terminado en el hielo…

Steve había estado una semana en esa época al regresar sería probablemente un mes después de la última vez que los había visto…

Obviamente no esperaba que lo recibieran con los brazos abiertos…pero haría todo lo posible para recuperar lo que él había arruinado.

 Never mind, I'll find someone like you I wish nothing but the best for you, too "Don't forget me, " I begged I remember you said "Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead"

 2019

 —Los orfanatos están llenísimos —comentaste mientras tomabas la última foto que te habían tomado con tus padres.

—Todo es complicado —respondió Steve sin dejar de leer el periódico.

—Podríamos adoptar a alguno o algunos de esos pequeños, yo fui muy feliz cuando Clarice y John me adoptaron —dijiste mirando la foto.

— ¿Crees que nos lo van a permitir?, somos superhéroes, no creo que quieran exponer a los niños al peligro —contestó Steve quitando la vista del periódico.

Te quedaste pensando unos minutos, Steve tenía razón, no sabías exactamente si otra amenaza aparecería, nadie lo sabía.

—Tienes razón.

—Pero podemos hacer algunos —propuso Steve acercándose a ti.

—Capitán —expresaste seductoramente.

 Nothing compares, no worries or cares Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

 2023

 Steve regresó a donde pertenecía, tomó a todos por sorpresa, en cuanto escucharon la máquina activarse Bruce y Bucky de inmediato fueron a ver qué era lo que pasaba, Bruce la había instalado en la base por si llegase a ser necesaria, temían que fuese algún otro enemigo, nadie esperaba que él volviera, en cuanto lo vieron un silencio sepulcral se apoderó de la habitación.

Bucky decidió llevarlo afuera, nadie se atrevía a decir lo que había pasado.

— ¿Y T/N? —preguntó Steve.

Steve enseguida había notado tu ausencia, Bucky se mordió el labio, no sabía cómo explicarlo.

—Buck, ¿y T/N?, sé que ella debe estar enojada…

—No lo logró en la última misión —confesó finalmente.

— ¿Qué?

—Algo salió mal y...

Steve se dio la media vuelta y empezó a caminar hacia el interior de la base.

— ¿NO LO ENTIENDES? ¡ERAS SU FINAL FELIZ.…!

Steve no siguió escuchando lo que su amigo le decía, entró a la base y fue directamente a la habitación que tú y él compartían, si él no se hubiera ido...si no hubiera sido tan cabeza hueca...seguirías viva.

Abrió el cajón de tu mesita de noche donde guardabas las fotos, quería verte, vio que algo salió volando al sacar el álbum y se quedó congelado en cuanto vio el objeto.

Tomó la prueba positiva de embarazo, ese el día que se fue parecías tan nerviosa, por eso tú insistías en que él no fuera quien regresara las gemas.

Solo había una forma de recuperarte, esta vez no lo arruinaría, tomó algunas cosas de la habitación y se dirigió hacia donde estaba la máquina.

 Never mind, I'll find someone like you I wish nothing but the best for you "Don't forget me, " I beg I remember you said "Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead"

 2010

 Tocaste la puerta de la oficina de Fury, te habían mandado llamar, pensabas que era para una nueva misión.

—Agente Proudstar, me alegra que haya venido —saludó Nick.

— ¿Que necesita director?

—Te presento a Steve Rogers, el Capitán América —dijo Fury señalando a Steve.

—Capitán, agente de S.H.I.E.L.D. T/N Proudstar —te presentaste sonriente.

Tu sonrisa, Steve la había extrañado tanto.

Él estiró la mano para saludarte y sonrió, iba a arreglar todo lo que había pasado, te enamoraría de nuevo y sin errores esta vez, se iba a asegurar que fueran felices.

 Never mind, I'll find someone like you I wish nothing but the best for you, too "Don't forget me, " I begged I remember you said "Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead" "Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead"

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I Don't Hate You

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by CapNstuff

Bucky has always hated you, since the day you met but you’ve never been able to hate him back.

Words: 2591, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes & Reader

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Bucky Barnes Feels, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Hurt Bucky Barnes, asshole bucky, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Originally Posted on Tumblr, kits250challenge, Tumblr Challenge, Post-Avengers (2012), Avengers Family, Pre-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Pre-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Pre-Captain America: Civil War (Movie)

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I Don't Hate You

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by CapNstuff

Bucky has always hated you, since the day you met but you’ve never been able to hate him back.

Words: 2591, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes & Reader

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Bucky Barnes Feels, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Hurt Bucky Barnes, asshole bucky, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Originally Posted on Tumblr, kits250challenge, Tumblr Challenge, Post-Avengers (2012), Avengers Family, Pre-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Pre-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Pre-Captain America: Civil War (Movie)

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[mojofun]

Good Friends Will Be Stupid Together (Chris Evans x OC)

Hello people; this is an entry for another writing chllenge I participated in. The prompt was “Good friends don’t let you do stupid things together”; let’s see how the king of dorks and OC handle the tension. I wanted to tag @lebakedbeaute and, also, give a shoutout to @kitkatd7 for the many funny and wonderful prompts in this challenge. I hope you enjoy this story 😊

Warnings: gets a little cheeky in the end, but nothing graphic

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Emerson groaned, bringing a hand to her head when it throbbed painfully. Blurred memories all came back in full force, making her feel dizzy; she fell back on the pillow with a huff.

All of a sudden the lights came on; she covered her eyes with her hands, hissing in pain

<<Sorry babe, but I couldn’t see anything>>

That voice.

Once a sign she was dreaming, now straight from her nightmares. As soon as the blaring lights grew dimmer, she removed her protection and blinked to focus on the indistinct figure that stood by the door. It took her a while, but she could eventually distinguish the unkempt blond hair and his omnipresent smile that made her insides flip.

Damn, she thought. Of course, I had to make a fool of myself in front of him

She slapped herself mentally a thousand times

<<How are you feeling, Em?>> His thick accent made the butterflies in her stomach stir to life, though in her conditions it was remarkably similar to the need of throwing up that she was adamantly suppressing

I’m not about to make this situation even worse

<<Like I ran into a train head-on>>

He chuckled lightly, handing her a glass of water and something fizzy

<<What’s that?>>

<<Drink it, it will make you feel better>>

<<But->>

<<Just drink it>>

<<Oh, right, I forgot I was talking with the king of hangovers>>

The man cackled again

<<Snarky even after a whole night spent drinking; you’re something else, babe>>

<<Stop calling me that>> She muttered, forcing a sip of the concoction down her throat; it made her stomach even more upset, but she held on to the last sliver of her dignity

<<No can do, babe>> He took the glass from her and set it on the bedside table. Then, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and walked to the door <<Sleep Em, you need it. Goodni->>

<<Good morning, rather>>

<<Whatever, talk to you later>>

<<Sure. Thanks, Chris>>

Once left to her own devices, Emerson felt her head buzz with an unhealthy amount of thinking for someone so hungover as her.

It was nothing new, though- the thinking part.

The drinking had been for a while her last resort into the most lethal curse known to humanity: unrequited feelings.

You drama queen

Shut up brain. Why are you so active now when you can’t function properly around him?

That snarky comeback was enough to shut up her subconscious, but she kept thinking hard.

Chris had been her best friend for years, and she always had a crush on him. Nothing unmanageable, but it was there.

The problems began a few months earlier when he asked her to accompany him to a family event- not as a date, her mind reminded her.

Emerson sighed, skimming through the memories with a wistful smile: he’d been so caring, so damn sweet that night, holding doors and even giving her his jacket when they left. It had been such a damn perfect evening that she’s almost leaned in to kiss him when they reached her apartment.

To this day, she thanked whatever guardian angel stopped her, though a part of her wanted to know what he tasted like, what it would feel like to be in his strong arms as their lips met

<<Fuck>> She groaned, sinking even deeper in the pillows- wait, pillows?

Yes, there was definitely more than one

Chris really thought of everything, damn him; as if I’m not in love enough already

Sleep came sooner than she hoped, and she was immensely grateful for that: it was the only time her mind let her enjoy some peace and quiet.

Outside the door Chris leaned against the wall, sighing deeply. The major crush he’d developed on his best friend was anything but good.

He cursed himself daily for being such a fool, but there was nothing he could do: Emerson was just too beautiful, too funny, too sweet, too… Too perfect.

He sighed again; he needed to learn how to live knowing he’d only ever be her best friend.

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<<Good morning, princess>>

Chris’s way-too-cheerful voice greeted her the next morning when she finally emerged from her bedroom

<<Hi>>

<<How are you?>>

<<Good, thanks; the headache passed>>

<<Awesome. Want some breakfast?>> <<N->> <<I made pancakes>>

The woman stilled, brushing her black hair out of her face, fixing her caramel eyes on him with a pout <<Damn you>>

<<You know you love me, princess>> He joked, pulling the chair out for her. When she was seated, he handed her a tall stack of pancakes with an insane amount of syrup, just the way she liked them

You don’t even know how true that is, Chris

<<Thank you>>

<<You’re welcome>>

The small smile he gave her was enough to make her blush.

He let her eat in peace, going as far as to bring her a glass of orange juice directly at the table. When she was done though, he became serious

<<Emerson?>>

She flinched

I know that tone: dad-Chris-mode is on

She fidgeted with the hem of her t-shirt- not hers; she’d… Commandeered it from the blond a while earlier. He didn’t know, of course, but he didn’t seem to mind.

The knowledge that he’d changed her made her cheeks even redder, but she said nothing about it

<<Yes?>>

<<Can we talk?>>

<<Sure; you know you don’t need to ask me>>

<<Actually, this is about you>>

I knew it

<<Uh, ok. What’s up?>>

His gaze grew stern, his lips no longer curled in a smile

<<I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while, Em. You’ve been acting… Weird, for a while now>>

Oh fuck

<<Weird? What do you mean? I’m always weird>>

Those words forced a smile on his lips; it was small, but it was something, and it brought a smile on her face too

<<Yes, but you’re a nice weird, wonderful even>>

Stop it, you dork

<<Recently though, it’s been more of a bad weird>>

<<Bad? In what way?>>

As if you don’t know, her brain reprimanded her. You’ve been humiliating yourself even more than you normally do, and that’s saying something

Shut up

Chris’s baby blue eyes stared at her gravely

<<Do you remember almost leaving the club with that guy yesterday night?>>

His tone was displeased, and she knew she deserved. Guilt ate at her, but back then it had been the only way she found to cope with everything

<<Yeah, I do>>

<<He could have hurt you, Emerson. You didn’t know him>>

<<I’m aware of that. By the way, thanks for saving me>>

Another small smile appeared on his gorgeous face

<<Good friends don’t let you do stupid things>>

She laughed

<<Really? I thought that’s all we do together>>

He joined her laughter, reclining back on the couch; seeing his arm inevitably reach out to touch whatever was next to him, just like he always did, made her grin fondly

Damn you, dork; how are you so adorable?

<<That may be true, but Em>> He became serious again <<I’m worried about you. Why would you do something like that? It’s so unlike you>>

<<I… I don’t want to talk about it>>

<<Em, please. You->>

<<I said I don’t want to!>> The young woman barked, looking away the moment she saw confusion and hurt on his face <<Please. I don’t want to>>

<<Babe, you’re making me worry>>

<<You don’t need to. It’s my fault, I’m the one who’s been stupid enough to->> She barely caught herself in time <<Never mind>>

<<Dammit, Emerson>> Chris pleaded, standing up from the couch and kneeling in front of her <<Talk to me; you know you can tell me anything>>

Seeing him like that cut her breath short; her brain galloped miles per minute, transporting the kneeling man into an entirely different universe in her imagination…

She cringed, gritting her teeth and stomping her foot

<<Em! What’s wrong? Are you hurt?>>

The female stopped moving, staring into his azure eyes that held so much more affection than she felt she deserved, and yet…, It was not the kind of affection she wanted

Ever the selfish fiend, her subconscious cried out.

Her restraint was dangerously close to snapping.

As soon as their eyes met again, she gave in ad cradled his face with her hands

<<Babe, what->> He couldn’t finish that sentence because she pressed her lips against his; while her eyes closed, his stayed wide open.

It only lasted for a moment, but she relished it. However, seeing him so taken aback when she opened her eyes again made realisation dawn on her, and she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her immediately

<<Fuck. Chris, I- Fuck. Excuse me>> She stood up so fast that he almost toppled over and she ran past him, headed toward the door.

At that moment, he realised what was going on. She liked him, and she thought he didn’t reciprocate: that’s why she’d been so strange as of late.

He had to stop her

<<Emerson, get back here>>

She ignored him

<<For crying out loud Emerson, come back now!>>

A hand slammed on the door before she could open it, while a muscled arm wrapped around her waist

<<Let me g->>

His lips on hers interrupted her speech; this time her eyes were blown wide, while the man closed his to better enjoy the sensations the kiss gave him. Finally, after a while, he pulled away; she blinked at him in puzzlement

<<What…>>

<<As I said before, good friends don’t let you do stupid things. Well, not alone>>

That reply made her laugh, and he held her tight while she shook her head in amusement. He guided her to the couch, wrapping his arms around her when she sat down

<<Em?>>

<<Yes?>>

<<Did you… Did you mean it?>>

<<The kiss? Yes, honey; it was probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done->> Chris snorted, earning himself a swat on the chest as they laughed <<But I meant it completely. Luckily, good friends don’t let you do stupid things alone>>

The blonde snickered and pecked her lips

<<Is that all we are? Good friends?>>

<<I still want to be your best friend, Chris, but I wouldn’t be opposed to, let’s say, exploring other dimensions to or relationship as well>>

<<When you put it that way…>>

He leaned closer to her.

Finally, both of them closed their eyes to fully enjoy the kiss.

Putting themselves out there might actually be the stupidest thing they’d ever done, but they were grateful it happened; so grateful.

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<<Chris?>> Emerson called

<<Yes, princess?>>

<<Can we, you know… Do more stupid things together?>>

The blond actor cackled: seeing her like that only made her more adorable in his eyes. He pecked his cheek while she ran her hands on his chest

<<More stupid things…

As in a greater number or, you know… Sillier than this?>>

She beamed at him, chortling softly at her dumb joke. Then, her expression changed. The salacious smirk on her plump lips cut his breath short. She grabbed him by the shirt and whispered, pulling him closer

<<I was thinking you, actually>>

The last thing the blond actor remembered was picking her up and hurrying down the corridor in a flurry of clothes.

The TV show they planned on watching would have to wait.