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A Nuisance (One-shot)

Summary: Everyone has their bad days and unfortunately yours was a mixture of exhaustion and being sick. Steve and Bucky made it their goal to make your day a little better by spoiling you the best they can but how could they help when every ounce of physical love annoyed you? | Marvel AU | Pairings: Stucky x Reader Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: language, some angst? (idk if you count a pouty steve as angst but sure) fluff, comedy and cute-ness overload

A/N:  i’m sorry in advance if it seems rushed but i really did try to make it comedic and cute. It’s been a rough two weeks and i really wanted to get this done before the deadline for @babylevines writing challenge! Congrats on the 4k follower's babe! I hope you enjoy :3 Prompt: “Touch me with your cold feet one more time and see what happens.” | Thanking @isaxhorror for giving this a look through!  Feedback is welcomed 💜

“They didn’t have any fresh lemons at the store so I got generic lemon juice,” Bucky informed Steve, shutting the front door of their shared apartment. He set the grocery bags on the kitchen island before pulling the contents out from the bags. 

Steve turned away from the stove, his eyes scanning the counter. “Buck, why are there so many ice cream flavors? I asked you to get what Y/N likes.” 

Bucky sighed, “I didn’t get one flavor of ice cream because I figured if I got the ones she likes, she can pick based off her mood when she gets back home.” He shrugged and walked to the fridge. Steve hummed to Bucky’s remark since he did have a point. 

You were called in to work in the early hours of the day, the sun wasn’t even shining through the dull grey-blue skies yet and on top of that, you were fighting a small cold. If it wasn’t for your stubbornness and your passion to work, Steve and Bucky wouldn’t have let you leave, let alone leave the bed. They constantly checked on you, knowing you were going to end up very cranky and exhausted for the rest of the day. After they both came back home from work, they decided to pamper you for the night. 

The house chores and dinner would be done by the time you got home. All you would have to do was rest and enjoy the evening and the following weekend with your boys. However, they were hoping that their plan would work and brighten up your mood, but that would be something they’d have to wait and see. 

“Buck-”

“She’s parking the car,” Bucky smirked, looking up from his phone screen. “I’ve been texting Babygirl all day. Chill dude, worst-case scenario, she throws a pillow at you for treating her like some fragile pup.” 

“Ha, ha. Shut up,” Steve swallowed, throwing a kitchen towel over his shoulder. He was only this way when you weren’t feeling your best. If the world came crumbling down, Steve would make sure to be your shield, protecting you from any harm because you meant everything to him. Both you and Bucky kept the flame of life burning in his chest. 

The sound of keys jingling and the doorknob turning caught both of Bucky and Steve’s attention as they prepared themselves for you. Door swinging open, you trudged into your apartment, shutting the door behind you before slumping against the hard flat surface. 

Nose slightly discolored with droopy eyelids, you sniffled, sighing in what sounded like a tinge of satisfaction, “I’m hoooome!” You strained, voice raspy and heavy due to your sinus acting up again. Steve involuntarily pouted, his heart aching to see the sight of you so sick and tired. Bucky clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, steadying himself from the anger that was bubbling from within. He craved nothing more than to call your bosses and tell them a thing or two about a proper workplace and how to respectfully treat employees who were under the weather. 

Who else calls someone in to work and put others in jeopardy for getting them sick? It’s diabolical. 

Giggling at yourself, you move away from the door and set your things to the side, stepping into the kitchen, “What’s all this?” Eyes roaming across the stove then to the dining table, you saw dinner had been made and set for you. The corners of your lips twitched into a lopsided smirk as you looked up at Steve. 

“You didn’t have to do all this, baby. We could have ordered take out. I know how hard work can be on you two,” you turned and looked at Bucky who was already standing behind you with a smirk to mirror yours. 

“We wanted to do this for you, doll. You work so hard too, ‘n hell, if we want to spoil you, we will. Periodt.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, cringing. “I get your trying to stay hip and modern but PLEASE don’t say that word around me again,” you chuckled as did the boys. 

Both Bucky and Steve began to walk toward you and your gut knew they wanted a kiss, but you stopped them the minute they got close, placing a hand on their chests. “I’m sick remember? I don’t think you guys want to get close to me.”

“We’ll be fine. We’re super-”

“Yeah, yeah, super soldiers but I’m not risking it, Steve. Once I’m feeling better, I’ll repay you guys in so many kisses that you’ll be sick of me. But as of right now, I don’t want to be touched,” you sighed, looking between Bucky and Steve. 

Bucky nodded and looked at Steve who seemed to be having a hard time dealing with your mood. You saw how his jaw clenched, his heart feeling the slight sting from how forward you were with your emotions and it wasn’t like Steve was against it. He needed to adjust. There was no doubt that Steve didn’t respect your wishes and so he stepped away, clearing his throat before busying himself in washing the dishes from cooking. You swallowed thickly, a small pout forming along your lips. 

“Hey, America’s ass.”

Steve turned and you blew him a kiss, hoping it would warm his heart and silently tell him you loved him. When he smiled back, a twinkle forming in his eyes, you knew he was okay. The feelings of content and relief washing over you. It was Bucky’s turn now and you did the same, blowing a kiss, then giggling right after. 

His lips bloomed into a toothy grin, his eyes sparkling with admiration and bashfulness. You found this incredibly adorable and you couldn’t help but ruffle his hair. After that, you headed to the bedroom to change into your pj’s. 

Once you disappeared into your room, Steve stepped away from the kitchen and joined Bucky on the couch who was playing a game on his phone. 

“Don’t mess with Y/N, okay? I think she’d find your annoyance anything but cute today. You saw how she’s acting. Wouldn’t want to ruin her night if you two end up arguing,” Steve warned with a sigh, reminding his lover. On your usual days, you’d find Bucky’s teasing hilarious and downright appealing. However, when you suffered through a rough day like today, for example, you and Bucky would get into a banter that neither parties like to endure. It wasn’t severely serious or anything of that sort and always ended up in kisses and hugs but Steve wanted to avoid that at all costs. 

Maybe he was treating you like a small puppy dog after all. 

***

“Ugh, baby. You’re the fucking beeeest,” you groaned into your food, your eyes practically rolling inside your head. Your taste buds pranced with happiness, the flavors bringing waves of satisfaction and desire for more. The heat from your supper opened your pores and sinus which allowed some of your tasting senses to come alive. 

Steve grinned brightly, looking over at Bucky who chuckled at the blonde for his victory smile. “Had to make my girl happy.”

“You mean our girl, jerk,” Bucky corrected, playfully glaring into Steve’s eyes whilst ripping a piece of baguette with his teeth, chomping on the bread. Steve’s face twisted with disgust and you barked out a laugh, your cheeks warming to how possessive they were getting over you. 

“Okay, okay, chillax dudes. I don’t want any bloodshed over dinner. Y’all can wait till after I’m done,” you snorted as Bucky threw a piece of bread at you. You threw one in return which started a mini food war. 

“No. Nooope,” Steve got up from the table and opted to eat on the kitchen island. “Totally unnecessary,” he whispered under his breath and it became unfortunate for him because you and Bucky ended up throwing food at him instead.

After dinner, the three of you decided to watch a movie since it was a Friday and none of you had to wake up early the next day. Bucky was picking out a movie, trying to connect his phone to the TV since he found a site that posted movies online without having to leave the comfort of your home and going to the movie theatre. 

You quietly sat on the couch with a blanket wrapped around your body, waiting for Bucky. Technology wasn’t his thing but you gave him some room to try before you helped. It was the only way he was going to learn and you loved when he figured it out himself, his charming yet victorious smile blossoming across his face when he succeeded.

Steve had filled three bowls of popcorn since everyone ate theirs differently. Bucky didn’t like too much butter but you did and Steve was just in the middle with added caramel popcorn in the mix so it wasn’t unusual when you guys had your own popcorn rather than share it. He strolled into the living room, setting the bowls on the coffee table before deciding to take a seat next to you. 

In Steve’s mind, he thought since dinner was successful and you seemed to be in a better mood, you wouldn't mind if he cuddled, missing the warmth of your body and the touch he just craved so often. It relaxed his every sense, any contact sending an electrifying current throughout his body and sparking something in his heart. You felt like home and being touch-starved by you today wasn’t sitting so nicely with Steve. 

Throwing his arm over your shoulder, Steve adjusted himself on the couch before feeling his arm being lifted off your shoulders and into his lap. 

“Steve, c’ mon babe. I’m really not in the mood. I’m sorry,” you huffed, a tinge of annoyance lacing your words. “I warned you earlier about getting yourself sick.” You scooted away from him, hoping your soft eyes would make up for it but Steve just growled, getting up and fetching his sketchbook from the shelf by the television. 

Not only did he sit away from you but he ignored your attention, frustration weighing on his shoulders. He flipped through the pages of his book in search for a clean page to draw his emotions on and you mentally kicked yourself in the ass because you pushed Steve’s limit. 

Huffing in remorse, you snuggled against your blanket, cozying up with the soft material that smelled of lavender. Bucky had finally gotten the movie to play, rushed to the couch and decided to sit with you since Steve was sulking on the other couch. 

About 45 minutes into the movie, Bucky had his legs spread out, his head resting on the armrest while his body laid straight, his feet almost touching you. Lost in the plot of the film, you hadn’t noticed he pushed his sockless, icy cold feet under your blanket, the warmth wrapping itself around them. It brought a sort of relief that he wanted more warmth. More from you. 

So that was when he touched his feet against your heated thighs, his toes digging in and out of your skin as if he was trying to massage you like a cat would knead a pillow. Instantly, you withdrew a breath, your senses coming into reality. The cold shook you like a bolt of lightning, your nerves screaming for an escape. You allow a few minutes to go by, assuming he’d halt his actions. But the longer you waited, the more he thought it was an invitation to continue. 

The only solution you knew at the time was to take deep steady breaths, ignoring the fact that his freezing cold feet were touching your hot skin which brought a shiver throughout your body. You already had the chills due to your sickness and Bucky wasn’t making things any better for you now. What was up with your boyfriends today?

“Holy shit,” Bucky laughed at the television, pulling his legs back. You nipped your lips in happiness, doing a small victory dance in your head. Just as you’re getting comfortable again, Bucky placed his feet back in its previous position, causing you to huff out loud. 

“Touch me with your cold feet one more time, and see what happens.” 

Both Bucky and Steve whipped their heads towards you, their brows knitting together in confusion. You stare back at them, widening your eyes then signaling down with your eyes to show them the issue. 

Inhaling deeply, Bucky paused the movie, “Jesus, really? You could’ve just asked me baby before threatening me.”

Those words alone brought a lump of guilt in your throat. You were very snappy today and it wasn’t like you to get this annoyed. 

“Fuck, sorry,” you pouted. “I think I should just get to bed and leave you guys alone. I promise to be better tomorrow,” you whined quietly, your eyes darting between the two. 

Bucky silently gnawed on his lower lip before turning his attention to Steve and winking at the old soul. Steve himself was utterly confused but he knew that mischievous smirk in Bucky’s eyes which gave him everything he needed to know. 

As you were ready to leave the couch, Bucky leaped towards you, trapping your body underneath his as he playfully growled against your neck and jaw. You had no time to react differently, only the sounds of laughter breaking past your lips. Then came his fingers digging in your sides, the familiar zaps of delight coursing through your nerves. Tickling made your body turn into putty because once someone started, it was harder for you to escape their hold than it was to take it all in and not laugh. 

Steve took this time to record a video of the events unfolding in front of his eyes, using a filter that made voices very high pitched. It was one of his favorites when he made videos and he couldn’t get over the fact it made people sound like they were on helium. 

“Steve! St-stop recording and save m-meee!” you exclaimed, trying to catch your breath.

Your shrieks of bliss and neediness were enough for Steve to toss his book to the side and pull Bucky off your body, throwing the brunette to the ground with a loud thud. 

“What the fuck, Steve!” 

“Save it punk. Meet us in the room,” he breathed out a chuckle, sweeping you off the couch and carrying you to your bedroom. You buried your face into his chest in attempts to hide the growing smile that ached your cheeks even more. But you knew he already saw it and now he was going to make sure he gets all the kisses and cuddles he wants. 

Even if that meant getting sick because Steve and Bucky would risk everything for you. 

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The Flour Follies (one shot)

Characters: Loki x Reader

Genre: Pure, unadulterated fluff

Rating: PG-13, some kissing and a bit of innuendo

Summary: When you are left behind from the latest Avengers mission, you turn to cooking to ease your anxieties, but the God of Mischief can’t help but get in the way.

A/N: This is for @babylevines​ 4k writing challenge! Congrats on so many followers! My prompt was: “You can’t be mean, because I cook the food… and I could technically poison you.”

“Ow! God that hurt!”

It was oddly quiet in the Compound, despite your cursing. The majority of the team had left on a mission, leaving you and Loki behind. Untested and untrusted, both of you. You weren’t ‘ready’ for it yet, and Loki hadn’t fully proven himself to be trustworthy in perilous situations. He probably never would, even though he had been living here for almost a year without incident. Well, serious incident. 

One can’t fault the God of Mischief for pulling a few harmless pranks - although his definition of harmless and that of everyone else may differ slightly. The time that he switched out the dummy training weapons for real ones hadn’t caused any harm, but that was only because Nat had seen the glint of sharpened steel just before she embedded it in Sam’s side.

You absolutely hated it when they left you behind. You’d only been part of the team for a few months, but you were still itching to go out and help your coworkers - and let’s be honest, friends - take on the big bad guys. Staying behind just made you anxious. It wasn’t productive to just sit around and wait for them to return, turning over more and more gruesome scenarios in your mind for the myriad of ways that they could get injured.

One thing that always worked to keep your mind and body busy was cooking. It was hard to consider gruesome ends to the lives of your friends when you had to keep the exact steps or measurements of a recipe at the forefront of your thoughts. Plus, everybody liked to come home from a long day of work to delicious food waiting for them, and it was a small thrill to have actual Superheroes compliment your cooking. So, while they sped away to fight crime or save the world or something else equally heroic, you toiled in the kitchen, intent on vanquishing their hunger as effectively as they did their enemies.

Well, judging by your cursing, it was a little less effective.

You pulled your fingertip into your mouth, giving the slow cooker a glare for having the gall to burn you. With your free hand, you, carefully, layered in the roast you had purchased, along with plenty of potatoes and carrots around and on top of it.

“You summoned me?” A velvety voice that you knew all too well called from behind you.

Pulling your finger from your mouth, you rolled your eyes and poured the broth that had been waiting beside the slow cooker inside of it. “You are not the only god, Loki.”

“But I’m the only one that matters.” You could practically hear the arrogant smirk that accompanied the words.

“What are you doing?” he asked, silently coming up beside you, peering at your work. He wouldn’t see much, as you’d already put on the lid and that had fogged up considerably, but he could still pretend that he was looking at something.

“Making food, smart one,” you explained bluntly, rolling your eyes.

Suddenly two arms clasped the counter on either side of you, boxing you in. You turned around and crossed your arms over your chest, an impressive feat considering how close he was to you.

“You know better than to insult me, mortal,” he rumbled, voice deep as he glared down at you.

“Oh shove off, Loki. I gotta make cookies.” You uncrossed your arms to push on his chest lightly, knowing that putting any force behind the gesture was useless. Super strength was not one of your abilities, so the only way to get him to back off was of his own volition.

He did his best to look menacing, but the predatory gleam in his eyes was lessened by the uptick of the corners of his lips. “We are all alone on this floor. I could do whatever I wished with you and no one would be any wiser. Your powers are no match for mine.”

“Whatever you wished with me?” You winked, shimmying your shoulders in an overdramatic seductive manner. 

With the quirk of your brow, you accepted his unspoken challenge and ducked underneath his arms faster than he could move them to compensate. You darted to the fridge before turning to stick your tongue at him. He was fast, but you were faster. “You were saying?”

He stalked toward you, head tilted forward and emerald eyes watching you from beneath sooty lashes, but you slipped behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. “I’m sorry. Were you being threatening? I’ll stand still.”

Loki’s hand reached out to snag your wrist as he whipped around, firm enough to hold you to the spot but not enough to bruise. “You are playing with fire, Y/N.”

You just smiled innocently up at him. In all the time you’ve spent here and interacted with Loki, he had made countless threats against you. It wasn’t a new vocation for him. But he had never acted upon any of them, and you firmly believed that he never would. No matter how much you pushed his buttons. And, oh, his buttons were fun to push. 

“Oh, I thought I was playing with a god. My mistake.” Not your best line, but it earned you the tightening of the skin around his eyes nonetheless.

“Do not disrespect me. You will regret it,” he threatened, towering over you, his nose inches away from yours as he tried to use your significant height difference to his advantage.

You didn’t cower, instead choosing to puff out your chest and return his sinister expression. “You can’t be mean, because I cook the food… and I could technically poison you.”

He tilted his head to the side, an arrogant smirk spreading across his pale, elegant features as he released you. “Your Midgardian poisons would do nothing to me.”

You went to the fridge and pulled out butter and eggs, setting them carefully on the nearest counter. You felt his eyes on you as you went to grab the flour from the pantry, and with your back to him, you quickly dipped your hand into the bag to grab a small handful of the fine powder. “Wanna find out?”

He hissed your name in warning and you just knew that he was coming up behind you. So predictable. When his long fingers clasped over your hip and flipped you around to face him, you didn’t resist the movement and used the momentum to take your handful of flour and slap it onto the smooth, soft material of his black button-down shirt.

His face contorted in shock, his jaw dropping and eyes wide. You burst out into laughter. It was too rich to see the pretentious god covered in flour, his typical black wardrobe highlighting the mess too perfectly.

“Oops!”

An impish smile tugged on his lips, and his eyes flicked behind you. Before you could consider the possible reasons for the mischief glinting in his gaze, the entire bag of flour was dumped onto your head, thanks to his magic. You sputtered in his satisfied face. After a stunned moment, the absurdity of the two of you standing there covered in flour bubbled up from within you and you gave in to it, laughing boisterously. Head thrown back, mouth wide open, eyes closed, and absolutely covered in flour you were sure that you looked like some wild thing, but you didn’t care. 

“Serves you right, wicked woman,” he teased, circling his arms around your waist, pulling you firmly against his chest.

You ruffled your hands through your hair, sending flour flying over the both of you. Flour dusted both of you more thoroughly for your efforts. It clung to his sharp jawline and lightened his dark eyebrows and hair. The effect was almost ghostly when partnered with the lightness of his skin. But the warmth in his eyes still sent your heart skittering as he gazed down at you as your laughter died down. That look, of pure happiness and adoration, was for you alone.

It was difficult to manage when he was so adorably disheveled - he’d have a fit if he knew you thought that about him - but you looked up to him with a false look of frustration on your face. You knew he didn’t buy it, you couldn’t stop the smile that parted your white-powdered lips as you rested your hands on his chest, but it was still fun to pretend. “Now how am I supposed to make cookies?”

He dipped his head to capture your lips in his, tasting of flour and coffee, his soft lips working against yours with practiced motions that you had perfected over the last few weeks. His fingers rubbed against your back pleasantly, making sure to send warm tingles through you and steal your breath away.

Having enthusiastically silenced you, he pulled away and smiled at your dazed expression as his nose nudged yours. “Forget about the cookies, pet.”

His insistence reminded you of your own mission, and you actually pouted. Somehow still able to focus on your task despite the handsome man gazing down at you, you thumped your hands against his chest lightly. Small white puffs of flour scattered into the air with each light hit. “But I promised Sam I’d make him my famous chocolate chip cookies. They’re irresistible.”

His hands tugged on your hips until they met his, and he brushed his lips along the soft skin of your neck. “I can think of another thing that’s irresistible.”

“You’re incorrigible,” you murmured, pushing against his chest lightly. “But I really need to get these made, so if you could unhand me…”

He relented with a heavy sigh, dropping his head to your shoulder. “Love.”

“Order more flour for delivery, and then we’ll talk,” you haggled, running your floured hands through his black hair, making an absolute mess of it.

A pleased hum vibrated out from his chest, and he lifted his head to press a kiss to your forehead, pulling away with a frown from the bitter taste of the raw flour on your skin. “You bargain with me?”

“Yup,” you replied, your lips popping the last syllable loudly between the two of you. You slipped out of his hold to gather the rest of the ingredients that you could find, leaving a cloud of flour in your wake.

When you finally stopped moving about, stationed in front of the stand mixer with the ingredients laid out before you, you turned your head to watch Loki over your shoulder with a quirked brow and a small smile on your lips.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., order more flour for the accursed cookies,” he commanded, staring at you as if you were a glass of water and he was stranded in the desert.

Your laughter echoed throughout the empty room as he lifted you over his shoulder and carried you away from the disaster of a kitchen.

“I believe that a shower is in order. Wouldn’t want to have errant flour falling into the recipe and ruin the whole batch of irresistible cookies.”

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And They Were Roommates (1)

Summary: Unforeseen circumstances lead to you needing a roommate; when Bucky steps up, old feelings come back to light. The only problem is that he has a girlfriend.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Background Stevetony

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of racism.

Words: 1266

Written for @babylevines ‘s writing challenge!  My prompt will be in a later chapter!

Note: Here it is! This is my first series, and I’m really excited to share it with you! The taglist is open, just send an ask or reply to this post! Feedback is much appreciated!

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“I hate everyone and everything,” you said, sinking down into the old couch and dumping your bag on the floor next to you. You picked at the flaking pieces of leather, always needing to do something with your hands. 

“Nice to know how much you love us,” laughed Natasha, gesturing to the rest of your friends, all perched on various pieces of furniture in her apartment. 

“My roommate’s moving to California, which means unless I can find some other sucker to live with me, I have to find a new apartment,” you said, explaining the reason for your bad mood. Everyone knew how much you loved your apartment, it was the perfect distance from campus while not actually being part of the school. You couldn’t afford the rent on your own, which is why you had a roommate, but now that she was moving away, you had to find someone new to pay half of the rent.

“Shit, that blows,” said Sam, with the others making various sounds of sympathy in response. 

“Yeah, Jess and I weren’t friends or anything, but she was reliable you know? She always had the rent on time, and she wasn’t a serial killer or a drug addict which was always nice.” 

“Really high standards there,” teased Tony, joining the conversation. Out of the whole group, you were probably closest to him, especially since you had the most classes together due to both of you studying engineering. Tony could joke around a lot, but he was always the person you went to for advice, and you were the same for him. 

“Who has high standards?” Steve asked, walking to the room with Bucky behind him. While Bucky came over and sat down next to you, Steve went to where Tony was sitting and plopped himself in the other man’s lap, pecking him on the lips. 

“Y/N’s looking for a new roommate, and her only two criteria are that they not be a serial killer or a drug addict,” Tony explained, shifting so that he was on top of Steve instead. 

They turned to you and all you offered was a shrug in response, you couldn’t afford to be picky with how desperate you were. And then Steve piped up with the answer to all your prayers, “Hey Buck, haven’t you been looking for somewhere new to live?”  

“Yeah, actually! Brock’s been making me pretty uncomfortable lately so I’ve been crashing at Dot’s, but it’d be nice to have my own space again. If that’s cool with you?”

You’d heard stories about Bucky’s infamous roommate Brock. His original housing plan had gotten messed up, so he had to find somewhere to live before the semester started and ended up with Brock. 

Having Bucky as your new roommate would be great. You’d known him for years, so you didn’t have to worry about that awkward period of getting to know someone while you lived with them. You also didn’t have to worry about him being a serial killer or a rapist which gave you peace of mind.  

“That would be perfect! You’d save me the headache of interviewing people for the spot. You’ve seen the apartment, so if you’re interested I can text you the details?” You and Bucky had fallen into your own side conversation, the rest of the room having moved on to talking about Tony’s newest robot. 

“I’m definitely interested. I love Dot, but not enough to live with her full time you know?” 

You nodded in response, not really wanting to get involved with his relationship, especially since you didn’t really know Dot, only having met her a couple of times. “I have the contract I used with Jessica on my phone, so if you wanna read through that we can see if anything needs to be changed,” you suggested, changing the subject to try and make things less awkward for yourself. 

Bucky accepted your phone and read through the document, nodding every few seconds. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by watching him read, so you turned to Tony and began to talk about what you were planning to work on the next time you’d be in his lab. Just as you’d decided that you’d meet next week, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You could tell by the cool temperature of the metal, that it was Bucky trying to get your attention because he’d finished reading the contract, “Everything looks good to me, when can I move in?” 

“Jess’s transfer came through really last minute, so she’ll actually be gone by the end of the week, that gives you like four days to get all your stuff together so you can move in at any point after Friday.” 

“You don’t even know how glad I am to get away from Brock,” he laughed, “If I have to hear him explain why Trump is exactly what this country needs one more fucking time I’m going to kill myself.”  

“Sounds like a great guy.”

“Oh yeah he’s the best. I actually think he’s single, want me to set you two up?” 

“Oh please Bucky!” You fluttered your eyelashes, playing up the desperate girl look. “Please set me up with him! I’ve always wanted to date sometime as charming and respectful as he is!” 

You tried to hold it together, but as soon as you saw the look on Bucky’s face you both burst out laughing. Your bodies were shaking, and there were tears streaming down both of your faces. The rest of your friends turned to look at you, and all it did was make you laugh harder. 

With your mind at ease about your housing situation, you were finally able to relax and enjoy a movie night with your friends. Carol and Rhodey were the last two to straggle in, signaling that you could finally start the movie. Just like every other week, an argument broke out between the group over what to watch; in the end, Natasha took charge and grabbed the remote from where Sam and Bucky were wrestling for it on the floor. 

Neither of you are picking the movie because you both have fucking awful taste,” she announced, pulling up Netflix and putting on the new Jake Gyllenhaal movie that you’d been talking about over lunch the other day. You smiled at her choice, knowing that if one of the two men had ended up with the remote you’d be stuck watching Shrek or Mean Girls again, the movies being their go to’s on movie nights. 

Before you knew it, the movie was over and it was time for you to go home. You and Bucky left at the same time and ended up sharing the elevator to the ground floor. “I’m glad you’re moving in,” you said, smiling up at the taller man. 

“Me too, doll,” he replied, squeezing your arm. You felt a flutter in your stomach at the action, and had to remind yourself that Bucky was just your friend and he had a girlfriend. 

Walking out into the street, you bid each other goodnight. Just as you were about to turn to go towards your car, Bucky pulled you into a hug, thanking you once again for letting him be your roommate. You told him it was no big deal, that really he was doing you more of a favor than you were to him, but he still insisted that you were really saving him with this opportunity. Climbing into your car, you let your head fall against the steering wheel, realizing how you were absolutely fucked.  

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Perfectly Imperfect

Title: Perfectly Imperfect

One Shot: 1/1

Character: Tom Hiddleston/Allie Thompson (OFC)

Genre: romance/ realistic fluff(?)

Rating: G

Summary:  Allie hadn’t expected anything when she’d handed him her number that night…She wasn’t even sure why she’d done it. After all she’d known the chances of him actually calling were slim to none, and that was being generous. But Allie had known she would have regretted not taking the chance so she’d handed him the napkin and climbed into her car, forcing herself not to look back.

Authors Notes/Warnings: This was written for @babylevines 4k challenge. My prompt was the line: “Stay here tonight”. Thanks to @redfoxwritesstuff for letting me continually throw ideas off and at you. I still can’t fathom why you put up with it, but I am eternally grateful you do. And thank you to @theheartofpenelope for letting me pester you with this and giving your feedback, you are awesome!

The evening had been nothing short of fantastic and Allie Thompson found herself wondering just when the other shoe was going to drop. Tom had been nothing short of a gentleman in the five weeks since they’d started seeing one another. He was attentive, thoughtful, and, while his schedule was erratic at best, he’d done his utmost to make his interest in her clear. The old adage ‘if it seems too good to be true, it probably is’ had been echoing around her mind, growing steadily louder with each passing week.  

She let her eyes roam over his profile as they sat, curled on his couch, watching a movie with the lights dimmed. He was gorgeous; hair slightly tousled, clad in dark jeans and thin, blue t-shirt, glasses perched on his long, straight nose. Gorgeous and smart and god she was so out of her depth here.

Allie hadn’t expected anything when she’d handed him her number that night…God was it really over a month ago? She wasn’t even sure why she’d done it. After all she’d known the chances of him actually calling were slim to none, and that was being generous. But Allie had known she would have regretted not taking the chance so she’d handed him the napkin and climbed into her car, forcing herself not to look back. And, looking back, she couldn’t believe things had actually worked out as well as they had.

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It had been a shit day; she’d been late for work that morning, dropped her coffee as she’d run into the office ruining her new blouse (thank god she’d had a spare in her office for emergencies; the only good thing it seemed was going to come of the day), and to top it all off her blind date hadn’t bothered to show up. Allie stirred her second drink of the night, the ice having nearly melted, watering down the fruity alcoholic concoction significantly. Why she let herself get talked into accepting this farce of a date, she still couldn’t understand. Hell, she didn’t even know why she was still sitting in the bar in the first place. Not when she could have been at home, curled up on her couch with a book and a glass of wine.

“I don’t mean to sound forward but you look like you’ve had a rough night.” Her eyes snapped up at the horribly familiar voice. It couldn’t be…

Allie forced herself to close her mouth as she took in the smiling form of Tom Hiddleston standing before her. She blinked in confusion, wondering if the barkeep had doubled the liquor in her drink. Because clearly she was hallucinating. But, she admitted to herself, as hallucinations go this one isn’t so bad.

It wasn’t that she fantasied about the man standing before her…Or at least not frequently. But she would have to have been living under a rock not to recognize him. Allie has seen several of his films, mostly at Gilly’s behest. Her best friend was…Quite taken with the man, to point it mildly. And she’d dragged Allie along for the ride, whether she’d wanted to go or not.

Tom was undoubtedly talented and certainly not someone you’d kick out of bed. And yes…Technically, Allie may have googled a few pictures of him in her spare time, especially after that asshole Mark had decided he was more interested in screwing other women than trying to make things work with her. He was a harmless idea that she’d known would never exist outside of her head. And yet, somehow he was standing before her with his blindingly sincere smile.

It took her a few moments to find her voice. “You could certainly say that.”

Tom smiled and gestured at her half melted glass. “Would you like another?”

She chuckled and shook her head. “Probably not the best idea. I do have to drive myself home.”  

He nodded. “Fair point.” She watched as he appeared to weigh something in his mind. “Would you mind if I joined you?”

Allie blinked in confusion again and stuttered out a confused, “Why?”

Tom shrugged. “You look like you could use the company.” He smiled at her gently and quiet without meaning to, Allie returned the smile. Her hesitance, however, must have been clear on her face. “…But please, feel free to tell me to piss off if I’m being too forward.”

“Oh…Oh, its fine…I just…No, no please sit.” Allie gestured to the opened seat across from her. “You honestly don’t have to though. I’ll be fine, you must have someone waiting on you…” She wanted to slap herself for her own forwardness. It was obvious that Tom knew that she knew who he was. But knowing of him and his work didn’t in anyway mean that she knew him as a person. What he was doing and who he was with was absolutely none of his business.  

He shook his head and settled into the open seat, smile still spread across his face. “Nah. Was out with a few mates but they had to call it an early night, I have nowhere in particular I have to be tomorrow and decided to stick around.”

“Oh.”

Tom quirked an eyebrow, “Oh?”

Allie shook her head, “Nothing. Just…Nothing.” She played with the straw in her drink before giving in and taking a swallow then grimacing. God, it really was watered down. “So,” she started, trying desperately to think of some way to steer the conversation back to less potentially embarrassing topics. “I haven’t seen you around here before.” Well that certainly isn’t a leading question at all, Allie you utter, utter moron!

The smile on his face grew and he rubbed his slightly stubbly chin with his free hand. “Come here often then?”

She felt the blood rush to her face. “Sort of. This place isn’t too terribly far from work for me.” Allie took a deep breath. In for a penny, in for a pound. “I certainly would remember a face like yours.”

It was Tom’s turn to blush, the color rising quickly to his cheeks as he ducked his head. Some part of her, admittedly impaired, brain quickly filed that image away for later processing. I made Tom Hiddleston blush! He shook his head. “No, I’m getting ready to start a play in the area and this was the closest pub to the rehearsal space.”

Allie nodded. She’d heard, again through Gilly, that Tom was gearing up for the theatre again. But with all that had been going on in her life, she hadn’t paid much, if any, attention to the details. “Very nice. Well welcome. I’m Allie.” She held out her hand him and he took it firmly in his.

“Thank you, Allie. I’m Tom.” They sat in silence for several minutes before Tom cleared his throat and spoke once more. “Who were you waiting for, if I may ask?” He looked less than sure of himself

“Blind date.”

Tom’s brow wrinkled in confusion and then astonishment, “And he didn’t bother to show?”

“Obviously.” Allie turned her attention back to her drink.

“Well bully for him then,” Tom mused, taking a quick sip of his drink. “And all the better for me.”

Allie quirked her brow at him. “Do you use that line with all the girls, or am I special?”

Tom let out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “Um…God, no matter how I answer that I’m going to come off sounding like a gigantic ass.”

She snorted a laugh. “But it’s a nice ass.”

His laugh this time was genuine. “You think so?”

Allie blushed. “Well…”

Tom waggled his eyebrows at her and they both broke into fits of laughter. Allie was surprised at how comfortable she felt around the man sitting before her. It was surreal, sitting here talking with a man she had only ever seen on screen. Surreal but wonderful all at once. Allie found him incredibly easy to talk to and, quite honestly, a fantastic flirt.

She sighed and slowly sipped her drink; finding flirting so much easier knowing that in the end it most likely wouldn’t matter. Tom, while clearly every bit as charming and genuine as he’d appeared on screen, was most likely never going to see her again once they parted ways. Knowing there was a time limit, a definite end, made it safer for Allie to put herself out there. After all, what did she have to lose?

Tom did talk his way into buying her another drink, a lemonade this time, “I know you said you need to be able to drive home tonight.” And she sipped it gratefully, wondering just how her night had turned from disaster to something altogether enjoyable. It surprised her when she’d next glanced at her watch that it was nearing midnight. How the bloody hell had that happened?

Ignoring thoughts of glass slippers and carriages turning back into pumpkins, Allie pushed herself from the bench and smiled warmly at Tom.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked before his eyes fell to his own watch. “Or not so soon. I can’t believe it’s that late already.”

She shrugged. “They say time flies when you’re having fun. But I do need to be off. I have work in the morning.” Allie could have sworn she’d seen a flash of disappointment in his eyes but dismissed it as a trick of the lighting.

“Could I at least walk you to your car?” She hesitated for a moment before nodding. If he was going to prolong the evening, if only for a few moments, then who was she to interfere?

They walked silently from the warmth of the pub out into the cool night air. Her car, a light blue compact, was parked on a side street not too far from the main entrance and they made it there in less time than Allie had hoped. She smiled sheepishly as she turned to face him. “Well this is me.”

Tom returned her smile and, after a brief paused, leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. He tasted of whiskey and warmth and Allie felt her head swim. They were both slightly breathless when he pulled back. “It’s been lovely, Allie.”

“It has.”

Allie wasn’t sure what made her do it, bold was the absolute last word anyone would use to describe her, she pulled a napkin and pen from her purse and quickly scribbled her name and mobile number on it. Without giving herself time to think, she pushed it into Tom’s hand, smiled softly, and climbed into her car.

She hadn’t expected anything to come of it. Had done her utmost best to push the thought of him actually using the number from her mind as she drove home. So the soft ping of an incoming text message as she fought to undo the deadbolt of her main door caught Allie by surprise.

‘It’s Tom, from the pub. Just wanted to make sure you made it home safe. And to say once more that I had a lovely time.’

Allie blinked at her screen in confusion; torn between flattery and disbelief. “Well fuck me sideways.”

The phone pinged again as another text arrived.

‘And to say I would very much like to see you again.’

                                                           —

Tom chuckled, turning his eyes briefly from the screen toward her. “Something on your mind?” His smooth voice danced with mirth and Allie felt her face flush in embarrassment at being caught staring

“Yes…No…Sorry.” She cursed a blue streak in her mind. What the fuck was wrong with her?

He picked up the remote and hit pause, turning his full attention on Allie. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Allie shrugged, not quite sure how to put the thoughts swirling through her mind into words that might actually make sense.

“You can talk to me,” he assured her. “Whatever it is, I promise not to judge.” Tom reaches out and cupped her cheek with his hand.

She let out a nervous laugh. “This.”

Confusion spread across his features. “I’m afraid you’ve lost me.”

Allie swallowed, trying to gather her wits. She leaned back, breaking their contact, and gestured between them. “This. You…You are wonderful and kind and ridiculously amazing…”

“And…” He trailed off, a look of apprehension in his blue eyes.

“And I’ve not been this happy in a very, very long time. That scares me, Tom. You are almost too good to be true and I keep waiting for…” Allie stopped, turning away from his intense gaze, feeling so incredibly stupid for saying anything in the first place. “It’s stupid.”

Tom’s hand came to rest on her shoulder and slowly moved until it rested beneath her chin. Gently, he turned Allie’s face back towards him and locked his eyes with her bright green ones. “It’s not stupid.” A warm smile spread across his face. “If you are feeling it, Allie, it isn’t stupid. I’m not…” He paused, searching for the right words. “I’m not an easy person to be with. My life is chaos at the best of times and no matter how hard I try, I am so very far from perfect. I can be obsessive with my work and I’ve been accused, and not unfairly, of being distant and hard to reach when I get wrapped up in a project.”

Allie opened her mouth to protest but was quickly silenced by the look in Tom’s eye.

“I’m not perfect, Allie, and at some point I will do something to let you down even though it’s the last thing I want to do.” He paused again, dropping his hands to his lap. “This scares me too. I’ve not had an excellent track record when it comes to successful relationships and I don’t want this…Us, to be a part of that. But that is part of the risk of a relationship and I think…I hope it’s worth it. That we are worth it. That I want us to be. And I know it’s early days yet and even bring this up is probably way too much, way too quickly…But I want you to know…I want you to see that I am not taking any of this lightly.”

“I swear to god, Hiddleston!” A choked sob slipped from Allie’s lips and she pushed her hand against Tom’s shoulder. “How is it you always seem to know what to say?” She sighed. “It’s getting a bit intimidating.”

Tom reached up to clasp her hand in his own, “Give me time, I’m almost positive I’ll say something stupid sooner or later. Just ask my sisters, I’m sure they have plenty of stories that would highlight my less than stellar side.” They both laughed softly at that. “I’m not perfect, Allie. I’m just me. And I have come to care a great deal about you. I don’t know if this will work but I want to do my best so that it does.”

She sat in silence for a few moments before bringing herself to speak. “I want it to work too. I just…This is new for me and I don’t know exactly what I’m doing here.”

Tom laughed softly. “That makes two of us.” He pulled her against his side, kissing the side of her head. The small gesture sent a shiver through her. It was far from the most intimate thing they had done (not that they had done a great deal, physically), but something about the innocence of the act that struck her. “We’ll figure it out as we go.”

Allie nodded, settling gratefully into Tom’s embrace. He un-paused the film and they settled back into the quiet comfort of the evening. By the time the credits began to roll, Allie had fallen asleep against his shoulder. He smiled, watching her face relaxed and serene in sleep.  

“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” he whispered, gently shaking her shoulder. She stirred, her face scrunching first in confusion then in annoyance. “Allie, darling. It’s late. The film’s over.”

Allie cracked her eyes open, blinking in the dim light. “Wastime it?”

Tom laughed. “It’s half eleven.”

“Five more minutes,” she slurred, burying her head farther into his chest. Allie was warm and he was ever so comfortable. The idea of forcing herself to get up and make the trek back across the city to her small flat seemed unbearable.

He took a deep breath, running his thumb across her cheek, smiling as Allie leaned into his touch. “Why…Why don’t you stay here tonight?”

She pushed herself up, staring at Tom in confusion. “What?”

Tom took another deep breath and continued with more confidence. “Stay here tonight. With me.” He leaned in, his blue eyes locking on hers, and kissed her gently.

Allie pulled back studying his expression before smiling softly up at him. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe it wasn’t. The only way to know was simply to take that leap. “Okay,” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. She reluctantly pulled back and nodded. “Okay, I’ll stay.”

[just-the-hiddles]

Should.. | Chapter 2 | I Tell Him?

A/N: Another big shout out to my betas, @nonsensicalobsessions and @jewels2876 and @kthemarsian for making me sound like I do read and understand the English language.  This also my entry for @babylevines 4k Challenge.  I used the prompt: Touch me with your cold feet one more time and see what happens. And thanks to everyone who has liked, read, and commented so far!

Summary: Five years ago, Emma Masters just landed her first big acting gig on a soap opera.  While it is not much, it is an opportunity to grow.  While out celebrating, she meets up with a fellow actor, Tom Hiddleston.  While she doesn’t recognize any of his work, the two hit it off.  Before they know, they are getting hot and heavy in the elevator up to Tom’s room. Like ships passing in the night, the two never manage to meet again.

Now five years later, Emma is a heavy hitter in the prime time drama world and Tom is a Golden Globe winning movie star.  Their paths cross again but things have changed.  Will they do what they should or fall to their deepest desires?

Pairing:  Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Emma Masters)

This Chapter: Emma never expected to run in Tom again, but yet here he is in the same restaurant, five years later.  Will he spill the beans on that one night and what will become of the sparks between the two of them!

Warnings: Just language in the is one.  

Word Count: 2134

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Series Masterlist  and Tag lists are Open!

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“It is not that funny, Thomas,” Emma chuckled, digging her nails into Tom’s arm.

Tom took an empty seat at Emma’s table and Corrinne leaned in closer to Tom. Even though Corrinne worked as a publicist, she still swooned over celebrities—good-looking male celebrities. Tom fit that bill to a T. Tom squeezed your arm back.

“Well, maybe I exaggerate.”

“Come on you two, spill.” Corrinne urged on.

“I happened to be in New York when I partook of the hotel bar.  Em and I ended up sharing a table.”

“I just won the part of on All My Heart and celebrated with a few drinks. Tom and I ended up talking for the rest of the night.”

Corrinne’s eyebrows arched up; she wanted more and Emma refused to cooperate.

“Although, she didn’t know who I was.” Tom added, giving Emma a playful punch in the shoulder. Emma blushed. Not her proudest moment.

“Emma! How did you not recognize him?” Corrinne said, aghast.

“I wasn’t into superhero movies five years ago! Sue me!”

Tom chuckled. “It was quite alright.”

“And?” Corrinne asked, wanting the rest of the story.

“And…” Tom continued, “we exchanged numbers with plans to meet again in three weeks when I returned to New York, but this one stood me up.”

Tom nudged Emma in the shoulder. Emma blushed. Thank God for Tom’s discretion. The gossip magazines would have a field day.

“I did not! We mutually cancelled!” Emma protested.

“Ah, no. I made plans, and you cancelled by text. Something about rehearsals. I assume someone got scared.”

Tom wiggled his eyebrows at Emma. Corrinne leaned back in her chair and looked at the two of them.  Tom and Emma laughed at some unheard joke and Corrinne laughed along.

“But enough about the past,” Corrinne interjected, “What brings you to L.A., Tom? I thought you lived in London.”

“True. I am here for work.” Tom chattered on nervously, “I have some screen tests, auditions, and what not for an upcoming project.”

“I would assume a big movie star didn’t audition anymore.”

“Stories of my fame are exaggerated I am afraid. The auditions are for the leading lady in the project. You understand, Emma.”

Emma nodded.

“Yeah. I hate those chemistry tests. All those eyes on you.” Emma scrunched up her nose. She didn’t have Tom’s star power, so auditions took up a significant chunk of her time when she didn’t have filming.

“And what about Em? I thought you lived in New York?” Tom asked.

“Uh, I moved out here about two years ago. My series films out here.” Emma responded. She would never tell him but she followed his career and life in the papers over the years; she hoped Tom did the same, but his comment dashed her hopes.

“Oh, your series? Isn’t the show called something like Silver Surfer or Silver Fox?” Tom quipped, twisting his face into mock contemplation.

Tom lied.  After that encounter in New York, he spent the following years keeping tabs on Emma’s career; the two Daytime Emmys for her role on All My Heart, Silver Sable, all of her accolades and successes.

“Silver Sable.”

“Right! And what kind of TV show is it? An action show of some sort?” Tom commented, relentless in getting the response he wanted.

“It’s a superhero show.” Emma muttered.

“I was under the impression you didn’t like superheroes?”

Corrinne chuckled at the banter. These two baited each other left and right.

“I’ve changed.” Emma snapped back, a smile on her face.

“So it seems.” Tom’s eyes raked over Emma’s body and she blushed once again.

Corrinne choked on her drink.

“But enough about me.  What is—” Tom started before a gentleman tapped on his shoulder.

“Sorry to interrupt. Tom, we need you back at our table.” he said.

Tom rose from the chair.

“So sorry, Luke. I will be right back.”

Emma sighed in relief. With Tom leaving, her secret remained safe. Tom started off back towards his table but he spun on his heel, pulling his phone from his coat pocket.

“Before I leave, Em.” Emma popped her head up to look at him, “I need your number, the old one doesn’t work.”

Emma didn’t expect him to still know her old number. When her fame rose and her personal number somehow made its way into her fans’ hands, she changed numbers.

“Of course, Tom!” Emma rattled off her personal cell as Tom punched the digits into his cell.

“Perfect.” Tom leaned down and placed a quick kiss on her cheek. His lips still soft like Emma remembered. “I will call and we must do lunch!”

Tom jogged off before Emma responded. After a few minutes, Corrinne cleared her throat. Emma turned and narrowed her eyes at her friend. “Spill it.”

“So… there is more to this. Care to share?”

“No comment.”

“Fair enough. So he seems nice.”

Emma blushed.

“And sexy as fuck.”

“Corrinne!” Emma spat.

“What? That man is sex in a suit. So when are you going to tell him?”

“When I’m ready.” Emma mumbled as she returned her attention to her salad.

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Tom texted her once so she would have his number too, but Emma guessed she wouldn’t run into Tom again for some time. It wasn’t as though the two of them ran in the same circles. Their only professional link was their portrayal of Marvel characters. She hustled through the next few days in a bit of a fog. She never expected to run into him again. And she didn’t expect all those feelings and emotions to rear their ugly head.  

“Earth, Emma!” Mary, her assistant, yelled.

Emma jolted in her seat.

“Ahh!” Emma waving her arms about catching herself before she fell on her face. “Yes, Mary.”

Mary suppressed a giggle.

“Okay. you have auditions all afternoon. The first one is in an hour and across town.”

Emma groaned. Some days she regretted living in Brentwood. She enjoyed the space and privacy but hated that it meant driving for hours in Los Angeles traffic. Emma, a native New Yorker, never developed the taste for sitting in traffic for hours to go 30 miles.

“Fine. I will leave in fifteen minutes.” Emma rose from her chair to go get ready. “And since I will be gone for the rest of the day forward the calls to your cell and take off around 3.”

Mary’s face lit up.  

“Thanks, boss! Don’t forget the last audition is at 4 and a chemistry test, so bring a change of clothes.”

Emma took off to her bedroom and took a quick shower. Fixing her hair into a simple ponytail, she applied a light amount of makeup and dug through her closet. She settled on some simple jeans and a nice top and packed a body-conscious dress along with some heels and a small bag of makeup for her last audition. Twenty minutes later, Emma took off in her car.

As predicted, Emma sat in traffic for an inordinate amount of time and made it to the studio with no time to spare. The audition process still bothered Emma. Although Emma’s career was well established in television, her agent hoped to use her success as Silver Sable to push Emma into film roles. That meant auditioning. Six months in and no one took the bait. Perhaps she should stick to TV.  

The first audition was for a period drama. Emma could smell the Oscar bait a mile away. Based on the reaction Emma got when she walked into the room, she did not fit the role at all. The whole ordeal took ten painful minutes. Emma repeated the process two more times with varying degrees of success.

Once she reached her final audition, she ducked into the bathroom to change. Emma already went through several auditions for the part in a new romantic comedy. Now she came in for a chemistry test, the part she hated. Chemistry tests made Emma feel like an object, not a person. But these types of auditions were the cost of doing business.

Emma shimmied out of her jeans and slipped into the dress. The neckline was lower than her usual outfits but whatever. She pulled her hair down from the ponytail, letting it fall around her shoulders and retouched her makeup and added some extra mascara and blush. Emma examined herself in the mirror.

“Here goes nothing,” she said to no one in particular.

Emma walked back out into the hallway and took a seat with three other actresses. They all looked about five years younger than Emma, with their boobs cinched up to their chin and hems flirting with indecent exposure. Emma grew disheartened. All these other girls looked like they stepped out of the pages of a magazine, Playboy to be specific.  Emma’s aesthetic was more akin to In Style. She looked over the lines as they called one of the other girls into the room. She could feel the butterflies; no matter how many times she did this, Emma always got butterflies.

After about 15 minutes, they called her in. She straightened out her dress as she walked into the room.

“And you will be reading with our male lead…” the PA explained as Emma looked up from the lines to see Tom standing in the room.

“Tom Hiddleston.” Emma finished.

Tom smiled.

“In the flesh, Emma.” Tom extended his hand, Emma shook it in a daze.

What the fuck is happening? kept repeating in Emma’s head, a mantra. She took a few deep breaths. She realized the people in the room were still talking.

“… so I will be kissing you in this scene.” Tom’s voice punctured through Emma’s mental haze.

She nodded, and the scene began as they took their places.

“Do you mind?” Emma started as she pushed past Tom.

“Do you mind? This is my room and my bed. You are a guest.” Tom countered.

“Really, that’s not what you called me last night.” Emma smirked as she moved closer to Tom, his blue eyes glittering in the lights.

“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. You’re not my type.”

“Oh, you mean dumb, blonde, and young. Then you would be right!”

“If there was any other choice here, I would gladly take it.” Tom moved in closer, his nostrils flared.

“Keep to your side of the bed tonight. Your snoring kept me up.” Emma huffed out the line, her breath puffing into Tom’s face.

“Touch me with your cold feet one more time and see what happens.” Tom sneered as he leaned into her space. The tension ran high.

“You and what army?!” Emma barked as Tom pulled her into a kiss. She pushed at his arms but he held firm. She relented and melted into the kiss. The memories of that night flooded back to her. They parted and turned to look at the six other people in the room. For once, everyone looked Emma and Tom rather than staring at their phones or drinking their coffee.

“Uh… We’ll be in touch.” one of the men said.

Tom shook her hand again, and she walked out of the room. Emma got about halfway down the hallway when a voice rang out.

“WAIT!”

Emma stopped and turned to see the PA from earlier.

“Wait. Can you come with me?”

Emma blinked but followed the petite girl to another room. This one was empty, save a couple chairs and a couch.

“Just wait here, please.” the assistant asked as she gestured towards the couch.

Emma plopped down and kicked her heels off. She pulled her phone and started replying to emails. Twenty minutes passed and then forty-five minutes. After an hour and fifteen minutes, the PA returned and took Emma back into the same room. She expected to see the same group of people as before, no one remained. Except for Tom.  

“What’s going on?”

Tom looked at the floor, avoiding eye contact and pushing a nonexistent piece of lint with his shoe.

“I was hoping you would accompany me to dinner?”

“Is that why I have been sitting in a room for over an hour?”

Emma’s face turned red. Tom’s face fell.

“In part. The casting directors wanted to bring you for another reading after everyone else finished, but I insisted it wasn’t necessary.”

Emma’s eyes widened.

“Are you saying I got the part?”

Tom smiled.

“Unofficially, yes. But wait for your agent to give you the news in a few days. Try to act surprised.”

Emma squeed out loud and did a little dance. Without considering the situation, she jumped up and kissed Tom on the lips. He blushed at the sudden contact.

“Does that mean yes to dinner?”

Emma nodded, not realizing what she agreed to until they pulled up to the restaurant. 

[buckyownsmyheart]

Sorry To Drop In [1/ 2]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3k+

Summary: When a handsome super-soldier comes bleeding into your kitchen, you cope by not coping at all.

Warnings: Swearing, injuries and one charming Bucko

A/N: This is for @babylevines 4k challenge! Congrats! I’m super thrilled to be a part of it. My prompt was “Where are my pants?”

A loud crash downstairs made you start in your bed. These were the times when you hated living alone, when there was a definite being in your house other than you, and no one else could deal with it, apart from you. The last time this happened, you lay in bed for a few minutes, paralysed with fear. You had decided it was easier to let the burglar take all your stuff, or the murderer to, well, murder you. The noise ended up being the neighbour’s cat, but that was beside the point. 

You sat up in bed and glanced at the clock, 02:42. You had only finished your shift at the hospital at 1, giving you a measly hour or so of sleep, but as a nurse, your body had become accustomed to that. Another bang downstairs pulled you out of your daydream, and you edged out of bed grabbing the baseball bat you now kept in your room. 

You held your weapon up high as you stepped tentatively down the stairs. The first thing you saw when you rounded the corner into the kitchen was blood. A lot of it. Oh god, someone’s been murdered in your house, and your alibi is no where near strong enough for the police to believe it wasn't you. Dropping your bat, you ventured further into the room, avoiding the pots that had been scattered on the floor. You followed the blood and ended up in your sitting room, where you found a tall, dark figure, bleeding profusely onto your sofa. You squeaked in horror and rushed over to him, where he looked up at you in awe.

“Well I’ll be damned, it’s a motherfucking angel.” He murmured, before his head slumped back down onto his chest. 

You switched into nurse mode, flicking on the lights, and putting on some gloves. You grabbed your extensive first-aid kit that you were possibly a little too proud of and ran to his side. You did a quick assessment of his injuries. His breathing was a good sign, no murder charges on the horizon yet, but there was a lot of blood was stemming from his leg. You sliced open his trousers, throwing them across the room where you would deal with them later, and applied a tourniquet to try and ease the flow. His pulse was fainter than you’d like it to be, and his face looked pale. You tried to remove as much of his clothing as possible to see if he had any other injuries, but he was wearing so many layers! Who needs this many! It’s the middle of summer and this man has gone and worn 3 layers. He must really hate the cold. 

After you made sure his leg was the only emergency injury (he had so many other injuries that you needed to categorise them), you began to stitch it together, trying to conjure your inner plastic surgeon. After you finished the superficial sutures, you tried to wipe the excess blood off his leg and placed a large gauze over it. You didn’t have a car, so you would have to take him to hospital tomorrow, but you thought his condition wasn’t critical enough to warrant an ambulance. You did have some faith in your medical skills. To try and make this stranger comfortable, you placed a blanket over him, and sat down on the floor next to the sofa with your hand on his wrist so you could take his pulse. 

If you had been more awake, you would have spiralled into a million what if questions. What if he’s the murderer? And his victim stabbed him in retaliation? What if this was a ploy to steal your TV? What if he was escaping from the F.B.I., and you were now on the ‘Top 10 Most Wanted’ list? However, what you did was fall asleep, with your head resting on the sofa next to Mr. Murderer’s hip, and your hand hanging on loosely to his fingers. That was a problem for future you to think about.

-

Your body was complaining as you stirred awake, your muscles ached, and your bones cracked as you tried to move. “You know, usually when I wake up next to a dame, I at least know one of where I am, who they are or how I got there, but you, sweetheart, are a bit of a mystery.” A voice from above you spoke, jolting you fully awake.

You leapt away from the sofa, scrambling to find words to form a coherent sentence, but before you could make a noise that was vaguely human, he spoke again, “I do, however, have a more pressing question.” He paused, lifting up the blanket slightly and gesturing underneath it, “Where are my pants?”

You still weren’t feeling too confident in your voice box, so you pointed to the armchair that had the now unwearable trousers draped over them. The handsome, and charming, man looked over at them and back at you, and chuckled slightly. You were trying very hard not to find his smile attractive or the way that his eyes clearly spelled out mischief endearing. You would not crush on Mr. Murderer. That was too far, even for you. 

“Please don’t murder me?” You said tentatively, unsure of how else to put it. 

“That would be a bit ungrateful of me, you did put me back together.” You couldn’t really think of anything else to say, so you just nodded, heading slowly in the direction of the door, “Um... Do you want tea? Coffee? Water? I think I’ve got some biscuits…” You trailed off as you entered the safety of your kitchen. 

You slid into a chair and placed your head in your hands. Good going. Only you would get yourself in a position like this one. Who needs a boyfriend when you can patch up mysteriously attractive men in your living room? You yelped as his deep voice spoke from the doorway, but you interrupted him before he could say anything.

“What the fuck are you doing standing? You should be lying on the sofa! Trying to recover from severe blood loss! You nearly died!” You pushed him by the shoulders, ushering him back towards the couch until he was safely sitting back down. Then very aware of your hands on his shoulders, you patted them a couple of times before taking two large steps back, and looking around the room, not at his now very amused face.

“Sorry, doll,” he grinned, “Do you have a phone I could borrow? Then I can get out of your hair.”

“Yeah, uh, let me just-…” You didn’t bother finishing your sentence and scampered out of the door to grab your landline. After a few steadying breaths, you went back in with a smile, trying to appear grace and beauty, and not a flustered scrambling mess. You handed him the phone, and then tried hard to slowly walk away and give him some privacy. 

What were you doing! You had no idea who this man was, yet you were giving him everything he asked for. You decided to put the kettle on, because tea fixes everything and that’s a fact. You made him a coffee, because any man that looks like that is going to be a coffee drinker, probably black and bitter like his soul. Not that you had given hot beverages to murderers often.

As you walked back into the room carrying both mugs, the man was saying, “Yeah, I chased him, he got a few nicks in, but we’re going to need a clean up down the second path on the right.” You froze. Oh my god, he was a murderer! And the guy he was calling was going to dispose of the body. Did that make you an accessory? He was using your phone after all. His voice cut through your spiral. “Hey, would you mind speaking to my friend, he wants to thank you.” As much as you didn’t want to be involved, you felt a little rude saying no, so you handed him his coffee in exchange for the phone.

“Hi,” you squeaked, yeah that’s good, real strong don’t-fuck-with-me vibes sounding like Mickey fucking Mouse. 

“Hi Ma’am, this is Sam Wilson.” A wave of realisation hit you. Captain America. You weren’t going to die! Better than that, you had helped Captain America! Your mum was going to be so happy, she crushed on the Captain way too hard. You looked back over to Mr. Not A Murderer as he was reaching for the sugar to put in his coffee. 

You were vaguely registering the thanks Sam was giving you, but you could only look at the face of the man on your couch, trying to process that you had patched up the Bucky Barnes. You didn’t know how you didn’t recognise him before. He had had a haircut since the picture you had seen had been taken, but the piercing blue eyes, combat jacket, and now you’re looking for it, the metal arm should have been a slight giveaway. It’s amazing what panic can do to people. You suddenly realised that 1) You were still staring at him in a creepy way, and 2) The Captain America was still talking in your ear and you hadn’t been listening to him. You snapped back into focus.

“I don’t know if you know, but we’ve had some recent major changes to the team and administration are still tying up loose ends,” he was saying. Of course, the blip and its aftermath, you knew it all too well. “So I’m afraid he can’t leave quite yet. If he causes you any problems, call me back on this number and we’ll try and send someone to deal with it.” 

You nodded, before realising that this was a phone call and he couldn’t see you. You gave a quick and small, “Yeah, sure, see you in a bit,” before hearing the click of the line going dead. You turned back to Bucky sitting innocently on your couch, as he stirred the sugars into his coffee and smiled up at you expectantly. “So, you, uh...” You started, trying to organise your mouth and arrange for words to come out, “You’re an Avenger.” You kept nodding, trying to lighten the mood as if it was a daily occurrence to have someone casually bleed out onto your sofa. And then that person turn out to be an Avenger, one of the worlds greatest heroes.

“Yeah, I am… Look I’m really sorry about the couch, can I do anything to pay you back? I don’t have any money on me at the moment, but I'm sure I can find something.”

You cut him off, trying not to laugh, “That sounds suspiciously like the beginning of a porno.”

His eyes went wide, and a laugh escaped him, “I would offer that, but I would most definitely have some repercussions from HR. They’re not too keen on mild prostitution.”

At this you joined his laughter. Now you knew that your life was safe, the adrenaline had left your body and you felt less flustered at the whole prospect of him being there. You knew that he was inherently a good person, and it had been ridiculous of you to think you would hurt him.

“You could help me clean up a little if you’re going to be here a while, I’ve got a shift starting this afternoon,” You offered.

“Where do you work?”

“At the hospital, I’m a nurse there. Speaking of, do you need to go? I don’t really know how super-soldiers’ function, but my sutures are probably a bit haphazard… Oh my god, wait, you still don’t have pants on, wait a sec.” You hurried out of the room once more and dashed to your room, grabbing a pair of large sweatpants and a t-shirt you hoped would fit him. You hopped back down, holding them out to him with a smile.

“You sure your boyfriend won’t mind me borrowing his clothes?”

You gave a slight chuckle, he was smooth. “No boyfriend I’m afraid, just a weirdo who loves getting clothes from charity shops in the wrong size.”

“In that case, I thank the weirdo for her service.” He took the pile, and grabbed onto your hand, making you look up at him and meet his eye, “I mean it, doll, thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me. You saved my life when you clearly had no idea who I am, and I’m really grateful.”

You smiled at your shoes, not being able to hold his intense gaze for much longer, “If I’m honest, I only did it so I wouldn’t face a murder charge. It was purely because of selfish reasons.” You turned around to give him some privacy, and walked back into the kitchen. When you went through the threshold, you sighed and stared intently at the blood smear on the floor. It was going to take a bit of cleaning to get out. You hoped you weren’t going to have to get someone in, that would take a bit of explaining. 

When you turned around again, Bucky stood in the doorway. Your grey sweatpants hung low on hips, and the t-shirt hugging him, maybe a little too tightly. Oops. He eyed up your kitchen floor, “Wow, I really went to town on bleeding all over your floor, huh? Where’s the cleaning stuff?”

You laughed again, finding it was becoming a common occurrence with Bucky around. “Yeah, you sure left your mark,” you laughed rummaging around in a cupboard and handing him a mop and some bleach. You decidedly ignored the heat that remained where his hand grazed yours. It had been way too long since you last got laid. 

“I don’t want to be rude, but you’ve got a little, uh, blood, just, um…” He gestured to your entire body, “everywhere.”

You looked down at your clothes and saw what he meant. There were smears and spatters coating your pyjamas, originating from your forearms. It looked like a car had driven through a puddle and splashed you on the sidewalk, but instead, the puddle was blood and the car was Bucky’s body. 

“Right, yeah, I think a shower is needed,” You paused before turning back to him, “Please don’t steal anything?”

“I don’t know doll, you’ve got some pretty comfy sweatpants, I’d watch out if I were you.”

You gave him a light chuckle before running upstairs, trying to hide how wide you were actually smiling. It was crazy how someone could elicit such a response from you having only known you a few conscious hours. You peeled off your dirty clothes and shoved them in the sink to soak. You jumped in the shower and tried to calm your whirling mind that was filled with thoughts of Bucky and his captivating smile. It would be extreme to call you obsessed, but you were definitely intrigued. You wanted to sit down and talk to him, try and learn anything about him that he was willing to tell you, and even just be in his company because he made you feel a step lighter than you had yesterday. 

After a thorough scrub, using your best soap because you wanted to, not because of someone downstairs, but because you wanted to. As you rounded in the kitchen in fresh clothes, Bucky was putting away the cleaning things, and the floor actually sparkled. It had never been this clean before, not even after you had scrubbed it for hours, trying to clean up the entire lasagne you had dropped on it once.

“Wow, I’m impressed and mildly concerned at how well you managed to clean that up,” you said, and Bucky lifted his head up, grinning at you.

“Let’s just say 70 years as an assassin gives you lots of practice at that sort of thing,” he joked. “Sam said he was going to be here in a few minutes, so I’m going to head off now. I just want to thank you again for everything you did for me, it really means a lot, and I can’t convey how grateful I am.”

A date would be a great thank you, you thought, but said instead, “Yeah of course, thanks for cleaning up and ya know, saving the world and that.” He gave you a small smile and you walked him to the door. As he turned to leave, he paused and looked at you with his mouth open as if he was about to say something but shook his head instead. He leant in and gave you a kiss on the cheek, lingering a little longer than you thought normal. You became aware of his hand on your arm, and his soft breath on your cheek. You blushed hard as he pulled away, still revelling in the feeling of his slightly chapped lips on your cheek and shut the door quickly before you jumped on top of the poor man. Get yourself together! You took a deep breath, trying to push Bucky out of your brain, and carried on with the day.

-

To say you thought about Bucky all day would be an understatement. A patient would come in with a broken arm having fallen off of a horse, and you wondered if Bucky had ever ridden. A small child came in with a cold, and you wondered what Bucky was like as a child, whether he was always fighting fit, or if he suffered with colds. Your fellow nurses were teasing you constantly throughout the day about the dreamy heart-eyes and wide smile you were sporting, but you didn’t care. You told them about Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome, and they swooned, gushing over the details you gave them about your encounter. 

You were still smiling ear to ear as you walked to your front door, only biting your lip to try and conceal it on the walk home so people didn’t think you were mad. To be honest, it didn’t matter that you weren’t going to see him again, the fact that he knew who you were, and that you had both shared that memory was good enough for you. Obviously, you wanted to see him again, but life was life and things aren’t always salt and pepper, so you kept that memory treasured away. As you walked up to your door, you froze. There was a small package on your doorstep. You stepped tentatively towards it, trying to discern if it was a bomb or the UPS guy had forgotten to drop it around the back. As you got closer, you saw it was the clothes you had leant Bucky, with a handwritten note on it.

‘To my guardian angel,

Let me say thank you properly, 646-724-7147,

Bucky’

Maybe things weren’t over just yet.

Next Part

[winterisakiller]

Perfectly Imperfect

Title: Perfectly Imperfect

One Shot: 1/1

Character: Tom Hiddleston/Allie Thompson (OFC)

Genre: romance/ realistic fluff(?)

Rating: G

Summary:  Allie hadn’t expected anything when she’d handed him her number that night…She wasn’t even sure why she’d done it. After all she’d known the chances of him actually calling were slim to none, and that was being generous. But Allie had known she would have regretted not taking the chance so she’d handed him the napkin and climbed into her car, forcing herself not to look back.

Authors Notes/Warnings: This was written for @babylevines 4k challenge. My prompt was the line: “Stay here tonight”. Thanks to @redfoxwritesstuff for letting me continually throw ideas off and at you. I still can’t fathom why you put up with it, but I am eternally grateful you do. And thank you to @theheartofpenelope for letting me pester you with this and giving your feedback, you are awesome!

I was going to wait until next Tuesday to post this, but decided why not and here we are. 

Tag list: @tinchentitri @theheartofpenelope @blacksuitofdoom @messy-insomniac-bookgirl @noplacelikehome77

The evening had been nothing short of fantastic and Allie Thompson found herself wondering just when the other shoe was going to drop. Tom had been nothing short of a gentleman in the five weeks since they’d started seeing one another. He was attentive, thoughtful, and, while his schedule was erratic at best, he’d done his utmost to make his interest in her clear. The old adage ‘if it seems too good to be true, it probably is’ had been echoing around her mind, growing steadily louder with each passing week.  

 She let her eyes roam over his profile as they sat, curled on his couch, watching a movie with the lights dimmed. He was gorgeous; hair slightly tousled, clad in dark jeans and thin, blue t-shirt, glasses perched on his long, straight nose. Gorgeous and smart and god she was so out of her depth here.

 Allie hadn’t expected anything when she’d handed him her number that night…God was it really over a month ago? She wasn’t even sure why she’d done it. After all she’d known the chances of him actually calling were slim to none, and that was being generous. But Allie had known she would have regretted not taking the chance so she’d handed him the napkin and climbed into her car, forcing herself not to look back. And, looking back, she couldn’t believe things had actually worked out as well as they had.

                                                            —

 It had been a shit day; she’d been late for work that morning, dropped her coffee as she’d run into the office ruining her new blouse (thank god she’d had a spare in her office for emergencies; the only good thing it seemed was going to come of the day), and to top it all off her blind date hadn’t bothered to show up. Allie stirred her second drink of the night, the ice having nearly melted, watering down the fruity alcoholic concoction significantly. Why she let herself get talked into accepting this farce of a date, she still couldn’t understand. Hell, she didn’t even know why she was still sitting in the bar in the first place. Not when she could have been at home, curled up on her couch with a book and a glass of wine.

 “I don’t mean to sound forward but you look like you’ve had a rough night.” Her eyes snapped up at the horribly familiar voice. It couldn’t be…

 Allie forced herself to close her mouth as she took in the smiling form of Tom Hiddleston standing before her. She blinked in confusion, wondering if the barkeep had doubled the liquor in her drink. Because clearly she was hallucinating. But, she admitted to herself, as hallucinations go this one isn’t so bad.

 It wasn’t that she fantasied about the man standing before her…Or at least not frequently. But she would have to have been living under a rock not to recognize him. Allie has seen several of his films, mostly at Gilly’s behest. Her best friend was…Quite taken with the man, to point it mildly. And she’d dragged Allie along for the ride, whether she’d wanted to go or not.

 Tom was undoubtedly talented and certainly not someone you’d kick out of bed. And yes…Technically, Allie may have googled a few pictures of him in her spare time, especially after that asshole Mark had decided he was more interested in screwing other women than trying to make things work with her. He was a harmless idea that she’d known would never exist outside of her head. And yet, somehow he was standing before her with his blindingly sincere smile.

 It took her a few moments to find her voice. “You could certainly say that.”

 Tom smiled and gestured at her half melted glass. “Would you like another?”

 She chuckled and shook her head. “Probably not the best idea. I do have to drive myself home.”  

 He nodded. “Fair point.” She watched as he appeared to weigh something in his mind. “Would you mind if I joined you?”

 Allie blinked in confusion again and stuttered out a confused, “Why?”

 Tom shrugged. “You look like you could use the company.” He smiled at her gently and quiet without meaning to, Allie returned the smile. Her hesitance, however, must have been clear on her face. “…But please, feel free to tell me to piss off if I’m being too forward.”

 “Oh…Oh, its fine…I just…No, no please sit.” Allie gestured to the opened seat across from her. “You honestly don’t have to though. I’ll be fine, you must have someone waiting on you…” She wanted to slap herself for her own forwardness. It was obvious that Tom knew that she knew who he was. But knowing of him and his work didn’t in anyway mean that she knew him as a person. What he was doing and who he was with was absolutely none of his business.  

 He shook his head and settled into the open seat, smile still spread across his face. “Nah. Was out with a few mates but they had to call it an early night, I have nowhere in particular I have to be tomorrow and decided to stick around.”

 “Oh.”

 Tom quirked an eyebrow, “Oh?”

 Allie shook her head, “Nothing. Just…Nothing.” She played with the straw in her drink before giving in and taking a swallow then grimacing. God, it really was watered down. “So,” she started, trying desperately to think of some way to steer the conversation back to less potentially embarrassing topics. “I haven’t seen you around here before.” Well that certainly isn’t a leading question at all, Allie you utter, utter moron!

 The smile on his face grew and he rubbed his slightly stubbly chin with his free hand. “Come here often then?”

 She felt the blood rush to her face. “Sort of. This place isn’t too terribly far from work for me.” Allie took a deep breath. In for a penny, in for a pound. “I certainly would remember a face like yours.”

 It was Tom’s turn to blush, the color rising quickly to his cheeks as he ducked his head. Some part of her, admittedly impaired, brain quickly filed that image away for later processing. I made Tom Hiddleston blush! He shook his head. “No, I’m getting ready to start a play in the area and this was the closest pub to the rehearsal space.”

 Allie nodded. She’d heard, again through Gilly, that Tom was gearing up for the theatre again. But with all that had been going on in her life, she hadn’t paid much, if any, attention to the details. “Very nice. Well welcome. I’m Allie.” She held out her hand him and he took it firmly in his.

 “Thank you, Allie. I’m Tom.” They sat in silence for several minutes before Tom cleared his throat and spoke once more. “Who were you waiting for, if I may ask?” He looked less than sure of himself

 “Blind date.”

 Tom’s brow wrinkled in confusion and then astonishment, “And he didn’t bother to show?”

 “Obviously.” Allie turned her attention back to her drink.

 “Well bully for him then,” Tom mused, taking a quick sip of his drink. “And all the better for me.”

 Allie quirked her brow at him. “Do you use that line with all the girls, or am I special?”

 Tom let out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “Um…God, no matter how I answer that I’m going to come off sounding like a gigantic ass.”

 She snorted a laugh. “But it’s a nice ass.”

 His laugh this time was genuine. “You think so?”

 Allie blushed. “Well…”

 Tom waggled his eyebrows at her and they both broke into fits of laughter. Allie was surprised at how comfortable she felt around the man sitting before her. It was surreal, sitting here talking with a man she had only ever seen on screen. Surreal but wonderful all at once. Allie found him incredibly easy to talk to and, quite honestly, a fantastic flirt.

 She sighed and slowly sipped her drink; finding flirting so much easier knowing that in the end it most likely wouldn’t matter. Tom, while clearly every bit as charming and genuine as he’d appeared on screen, was most likely never going to see her again once they parted ways. Knowing there was a time limit, a definite end, made it safer for Allie to put herself out there. After all, what did she have to lose?

 Tom did talk his way into buying her another drink, a lemonade this time, “I know you said you need to be able to drive home tonight.” And she sipped it gratefully, wondering just how her night had turned from disaster to something altogether enjoyable. It surprised her when she’d next glanced at her watch that it was nearing midnight. How the bloody hell had that happened?

 Ignoring thoughts of glass slippers and carriages turning back into pumpkins, Allie pushed herself from the bench and smiled warmly at Tom.

 “Leaving so soon?” He asked before his eyes fell to his own watch. “Or not so soon. I can’t believe it’s that late already.”

 She shrugged. “They say time flies when you’re having fun. But I do need to be off. I have work in the morning.” Allie could have sworn she’d seen a flash of disappointment in his eyes but dismissed it as a trick of the lighting.

 “Could I at least walk you to your car?” She hesitated for a moment before nodding. If he was going to prolong the evening, if only for a few moments, then who was she to interfere?

 They walked silently from the warmth of the pub out into the cool night air. Her car, a light blue compact, was parked on a side street not too far from the main entrance and they made it there in less time than Allie had hoped. She smiled sheepishly as she turned to face him. “Well this is me.”

 Tom returned her smile and, after a brief paused, leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. He tasted of whiskey and warmth and Allie felt her head swim. They were both slightly breathless when he pulled back. “It’s been lovely, Allie.”

 “It has.”

 Allie wasn’t sure what made her do it, bold was the absolute last word anyone would use to describe her, she pulled a napkin and pen from her purse and quickly scribbled her name and mobile number on it. Without giving herself time to think, she pushed it into Tom’s hand, smiled softly, and climbed into her car.

 She hadn’t expected anything to come of it. Had done her utmost best to push the thought of him actually using the number from her mind as she drove home. So the soft ping of an incoming text message as she fought to undo the deadbolt of her main door caught Allie by surprise.

 ‘It’s Tom, from the pub. Just wanted to make sure you made it home safe. And to say once more that I had a lovely time.’

 Allie blinked at her screen in confusion; torn between flattery and disbelief. “Well fuck me sideways.”

 The phone pinged again as another text arrived.

 ‘And to say I would very much like to see you again.’

                                                             —

 Tom chuckled, turning his eyes briefly from the screen toward her. “Something on your mind?” His smooth voice danced with mirth and Allie felt her face flush in embarrassment at being caught staring

 “Yes…No…Sorry.” She cursed a blue streak in her mind. What the fuck was wrong with her?

 He picked up the remote and hit pause, turning his full attention on Allie. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

 Allie shrugged, not quite sure how to put the thoughts swirling through her mind into words that might actually make sense.

 “You can talk to me,” he assured her. “Whatever it is, I promise not to judge.” Tom reaches out and cupped her cheek with his hand.

 She let out a nervous laugh. “This.”

 Confusion spread across his features. “I’m afraid you’ve lost me.”

 Allie swallowed, trying to gather her wits. She leaned back, breaking their contact, and gestured between them. “This. You…You are wonderful and kind and ridiculously amazing…”

 “And…” He trailed off, a look of apprehension in his blue eyes.

 “And I’ve not been this happy in a very, very long time. That scares me, Tom. You are almost too good to be true and I keep waiting for…” Allie stopped, turning away from his intense gaze, feeling so incredibly stupid for saying anything in the first place. “It’s stupid.”

 Tom’s hand came to rest on her shoulder and slowly moved until it rested beneath her chin. Gently, he turned Allie’s face back towards him and locked his eyes with her bright green ones. “It’s not stupid.” A warm smile spread across his face. “If you are feeling it, Allie, it isn’t stupid. I’m not…” He paused, searching for the right words. “I’m not an easy person to be with. My life is chaos at the best of times and no matter how hard I try, I am so very far from perfect. I can be obsessive with my work and I’ve been accused, and not unfairly, of being distant and hard to reach when I get wrapped up in a project.”

 Allie opened her mouth to protest but was quickly silenced by the look in Tom’s eye.

 “I’m not perfect, Allie, and at some point I will do something to let you down even though it’s the last thing I want to do.” He paused again, dropping his hands to his lap. “This scares me too. I’ve not had an excellent track record when it comes to successful relationships and I don’t want this…Us, to be a part of that. But that is part of the risk of a relationship and I think…I hope it’s worth it. That we are worth it. That I want us to be. And I know it’s early days yet and even bring this up is probably way too much, way too quickly…But I want you to know…I want you to see that I am not taking any of this lightly.”

 “I swear to god, Hiddleston!” A choked sob slipped from Allie’s lips and she pushed her hand against Tom’s shoulder. “How is it you always seem to know what to say?” She sighed. “It’s getting a bit intimidating.”

 Tom reached up to clasp her hand in his own, “Give me time, I’m almost positive I’ll say something stupid sooner or later. Just ask my sisters, I’m sure they have plenty of stories that would highlight my less than stellar side.” They both laughed softly at that. “I’m not perfect, Allie. I’m just me. And I have come to care a great deal about you. I don’t know if this will work but I want to do my best so that it does.”

 She sat in silence for a few moments before bringing herself to speak. “I want it to work too. I just…This is new for me and I don’t know exactly what I’m doing here.”

 Tom laughed softly. “That makes two of us.” He pulled her against his side, kissing the side of her head. The small gesture sent a shiver through her. It was far from the most intimate thing they had done (not that they had done a great deal, physically), but something about the innocence of the act that struck her. “We’ll figure it out as we go.”

 Allie nodded, settling gratefully into Tom’s embrace. He un-paused the film and they settled back into the quiet comfort of the evening. By the time the credits began to roll, Allie had fallen asleep against his shoulder. He smiled, watching her face relaxed and serene in sleep.  

 “Wake up, sleeping beauty,” he whispered, gently shaking her shoulder. She stirred, her face scrunching first in confusion then in annoyance. “Allie, darling. It’s late. The film’s over.”

 Allie cracked her eyes open, blinking in the dim light. “Wastime it?”

 Tom laughed. “It’s half eleven.”

 “Five more minutes,” she slurred, burying her head farther into his chest. Allie was warm and he was ever so comfortable. The idea of forcing herself to get up and make the trek back across the city to her small flat seemed unbearable.

 He took a deep breath, running his thumb across her cheek, smiling as Allie leaned into his touch. “Why…Why don’t you stay here tonight?”

 She pushed herself up, staring at Tom in confusion. “What?”

 Tom took another deep breath and continued with more confidence. “Stay here tonight. With me.” He leaned in, his blue eyes locking on hers, and kissed her gently.

 Allie pulled back studying his expression before smiling softly up at him. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe it wasn’t. The only way to know was simply to take that leap. “Okay,” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. She reluctantly pulled back and nodded. “Okay, I’ll stay.”

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Appearances (Tom Hiddleston one shot)

Hello, this is for @babylevines 4k challenge. It didn’t go as long as I planned nor did it go exactly where I planned but I had fun with it. 

Tom Hiddleston x ofc, warnings: None, Rating: everyone. 

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Rena pushed the wild curl back off her sweaty forehead with the side of her arm as she set the hollow rod on the steel stabilizing frame in front of her. Her assistant, Matthew’s dark skin gleamed under the warm florescent lights as he pushed the tip of the rod into the red hot furnace and began rotating it, slow and steady.

Even with the studio doors open wide and the large fan on the ceiling rotating slowly, there was little relief from the heat and Rena’s pale skin was flushed with it. They were almost done however. The design they were working on was done by Matthew and this was their one scaled down practice before he had to execute it himself with an assistant of his own as his last project for his art degree.

He rolled the cart back and Rena snagged the hot pipe off the rack and set the end on a rack some feet away, supporting the end just above the red hot orb of molten glass. She rotated it as she blew into the end and slowly the orange blob at the end expanded.

Behind her, Matthew set out rods of blue tinted glass on a steel table where he stabilized them before fetching a small container of crushed blue glass and a torch. It was quite for once in the studio and if it wasn’t for the furnaces running, it would have been silent. The furnaces run most of the day almost every day. Between the two of them and any guests renting shop space at any given time, it was more efficient to leave them fired up.

Rena was busy blowing the last of thirteen clear glass bubbles and so when Matthew called out, “Loki’s here!” She could only glance up to the man who at the moment looked only vaguely like the character Matthew insisted on calling him by.

“Has she eaten today? Or you for that matter?” Tom asked, scratching at the stubble on his chin for a moment as he always did coming into the studio when the furnaces were running. He’d once told her when she asked why that it was the heat and humidity mixed that simply made him break out into a sweat instantly. Somehow that resulted in his chin having an itch when stepping inside.

It warmed her heart that he asked after Matthew as well as her. He was a good man, a kind man and she couldn’t even begin to guess what she had done to be blessed enough to have him in her life. Somehow, she caught his eye and her obsessive work schedule hadn’t sent him running. Yet.  

His curls were dyed dark for his latest project and allowed to grow out. It was a look while only slightly reminiscent of Matthew’s favorite role, Rena was fond of. The dark color of his hair often left his skin looking cool and his lack of a tan at the moment didn’t help. The harshness of the look was lessened by the smile on his face and the flush that quickly climbed his cheeks as he moved into the hot room.

“I grabbed some Subway earlier. I don’t think Miss Rena’s left all day. I threw a bottle of water at her an hour ago but it’s still sitting in the reject bin.”

“Why’s it in the reject bin?” Tom absently asked, coming closer to examine Matthew’s work. The young man had talent and even in the few short months Tom had been hanging around the studio he had been able to watch as his art grew and evolved. Glassblowing was an art so outside of Tom’s frame of reference that he seemed to never grow bored watching them work.

“That’s where it landed.” Rena answered, picking up the rod with the glass ball now about the size of Tom’s head and whipping it through the air as if it was some staff and not a steel pip with a ball of still soft glass that would leave extensive burns behind if she made one wrong move. With each whip of the pole, the ball shifted and contorted just a little more into a raindrop.

Tom nodded, as if that made sense while he watched Matthew melt the ends of the thin clear rods and dip them in the powdered blue glass. Before the torch was turned back on to melt the powder he asked, “So you’ve not eaten?”

“I had breakfast. Got caught up making a castle around lunch and forgot. I had a sandwich about an hour ago though.”

Tom walked, chuckling at her meager excuse for a dinner toward her while carefully watching his step. He’d learned early on that the studio was a minefield on some days with shattered glass and broken projects left on the ground in a fit of frustration.

She was a vision to him. Her tank-top was soaked through in places with a mixture of sweat and the water she often dumped over herself throughout the days. Her dark wavy hair was pulled back into a messy bun that somehow still looked just as it should be. The dark blue paint on her nails glittered in the light as set the rod down on a flat work table with the glass hanging off the edge. She rolled the rod and grabbed a soaked bundle of newspaper.

“Can I help?” Tom asked, rather than saying what he really wanted to say which was that she was more beautiful in her element than any of her stunning creations though he could never understand how that was possible.

“Roll the rod?” And so he did as he watched her run the dripping newspaper under the bubble, refining its shape ever so slightly. Each time she pulled the paper away embers glowed where the paper burned away but she was unconcerned and though Tom had seen this before, it always amazed him that the glass was crystal clear and not marred by ash. This was her element and she was bending the glass to her will.

When she told him to stop, he held the rod steady. By now, the thin glass orb was cooling and becoming stiff though still far too hot to handle with bare hands alone. With one hand on the rod, she handed him a pair of thick leather mitts.

“Oh, Loki’s playing catcher today?” Matthew called from where he was shutting down the furnaces. With all the pieces fabricated and it getting late, there wasn’t a reason to keep them burning. Tomorrow they would assemble the pieces once the glass was cool “Dude, don’t drop it.”

Without much of a choice in the matter, Tom was directed to the end of the rod where he couched down with tan leather mittens covering his hands, reaching up almost to his elbows. He’d seen Matthew and Rena do this countless times but he was terrified of mucking it up and dropping the fragile bubble just the same.

He watched as Rena grabbed a pair of large tongs from a bucket of hot water and ran their tips around the base of the bubble, where it narrowed and connected to the pipe before asking, “Ready?”

“Not really, no.” Tom answered in all seriousness only to have Matthew laugh from across the room. This was a terrible idea, he was sure of it.

She picked up a chunk of wood and with a solid whack, it clanked on the side of the rod once. There was a crack that filled the air and in an instant one very hot, very thin bubble of glass fell into his hands and he let out a breath.

“Come on.” Rena was up and leading him toward the annealing ovens in the back. She was moving quickly and he was struggling to keep up. It was like she forgot that he was carrying a glass orb that was dangerously hot and that if he dropped it there would be a mess of shattered glass on the ground rather like the one to the left he almost stepped in.

Matthew had the oven door open as Rena veered to the side and shut down the main lights. Tom carefully set the glass orb inside as if it was a bomb primed to explode with the slightest nudge.

“Miss Rena, we need to make Loki a tesseract.” Matthew grinned like it was a completely original idea. Yet Tom had to smile because if they made him a glass tesseract he was sure it would be a breathtaking piece of artwork far better than any prop he had used with Marvel.

“Let’s get you graduated first.” Rena laughed and the sound was music to Tom’s ears as it danced around the concrete studio, seeming to fill the space.

It amazed him the beauty that could be found in the simple concrete room with the dull gray walls and floors. The first time he had been here, it was early in the morning and he was picking up a gift for his sister that their mother had commissioned. The studio had seemed so cold when Matthew took him inside. The furnaces had been off and the lights turned off. Only the light from outside streamed into the room and the overcast sky hadn’t done their studio any benefits ascetically though he soon learned how much the cool days were valued.

But then he heard her chuckle in delight as she pulled something out of the large oven that must have turned out just as she wanted and everything about the room seemed to change in his eyes. It was as if creative fairies were drawn to the sound of her laugh and danced around the room, bringing it to life as Matthew powered on furnaces and their warm glow added light to the room.

Now, it didn’t matter how early he visited the studio. It didn’t matter if the furnaces hadn’t been lite in days. There was nothing that could banish the warmth he found in the studio. It didn’t matter because now he knew that this was where her creativity lived, where she took glass and twisted and shaped it to her will.

As Matthew climbed the rather rickety ladder that lived near the ceiling window, Rena went to the large shop sink and turned on the tap. It was Matthew’s job to climb the ladder and open and close the custom ceiling window as needed. That window, Rena had once told Tom, did more to vent the heat that builds up in the shop than the large doors that were left open all day regardless of the weather outside.

Tom watched as Rena ended her day as she always did- by shoving her head under the cool stream of the water until she felt the day had been rinsed from her. Tom couldn’t do that- the way the water streamed down her face would have caused him to pull his head out from under the stream. Rena however remained under the stream until her hair was soaked through and she felt like all the sweat was rinsed from it, than longer still.

She scrubbed at her arms, neck, chest and shoulders, washing away the sweat from the day. It wasn’t a replacement for a shower but left her feeling human enough to leave the studio. She blindly turned the water off before wiping it from her face.

Tom couldn’t say if she knew that he watched her, mesmerized by her end of day routine. Matthew noticed and sat midway down the ladder with a small smile. With a shake of his head, he came the rest of the way down to take his own place at the sink, running cool water over his own dark mass of tightly packed curls.

“I’ll lock up.” He mumbled from under the stream of water leaving Tom amazed he hadn’t choked on any water in the process.

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Stepping outside of the studio was always refreshing but today was a bit cooler than normal. They walked hand in hand down the winding path through the garden. Tom told her of his day, of the interviewers who wanted to pry into if he was dating anyone and he dodged. They hadn’t been public yet and thus far had been careful to keep their relationship, young as it is, private in order to allow what was between them to grow unhindered by the public eye.

Once on the street, her hand slipped from his as it so often did. This time however, Tom was quick to snatch it back up. “Rena?”

“Yes, Tom?”

“It’s dangerous out there.” She laughed at him though he was going to great measures to school his face.

“Yes, the crickets are mighty aggressive this time of year.”

“They are. I’d feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

“Someone will see us.” Rena bit her lip and looked down. “And I look a fright.”

“Let them see us. Let them know that a beautiful artist has captured my heart and my soul with her stunning beauty.”

“What will they say about you?” Rena motioned to herself, wet hair quickly drying to a frizzy mass of waves and sweat mixed with water causing her shirt to cling to her back. “I look like shit. They’ll talk about how terrible it is for you to-”

“You look beautiful. A creative vision in the night. The fantasy I hadn’t known I was looking for and now can’t imagine my world without.” He couldn’t keep his face straight and this time when she laughed at him, he joined her. He was being over the top, knowing that though he meant every word of it, she found such grand words beyond her. In truth, they made her nervous, she was an artist not a poet and worried she’d never be able to tell Tom just how much she truly cared for him already.

She stepped away and he stepped toward her, wrapping his arm around the small of her back as if he couldn’t feel the lingering dampness. “You are so full of shit.” Laughing, she slapped his chest before looking around and making sure no one was watching them. “There’s a guy with a big ass camera.”

Tom looked behind him. “So there is.” Yet he didn’t let go.

“They’ll get pictures.”

“Are you ashamed of me?” He asked softly, knowing or perhaps hoping that she wasn’t. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, drawing them up in a peaceful smile as he gazed down at her.

“No- but I look like a mess. Tom, what will they say? Be serious.”

Slowly, he leaned down and brought his face closer to hers. “They’ll say how damn happy I look.” His whispered words left his soft lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

“They’ll say I don’t deserve you.” She mumbled into his lips as they moved just a hair closer, teasing her with the breath of a kiss.

“It is I who doesn’t deserve you.” He answered before removing her ability to debate her point further. The kiss was soft, sweet and full of love not yet given proper voice though it grew by the day within their hearts just the same.

Come morning, the gossip rags would feature their pictures on the front page and talk of Tom finding himself a normal girl and sweeping her off her feet. The world would see their love filled kisses and pictures of Tom slipping into her front door in the night paired with him spotted leaving in the morning, disheveled and wearing what looked to be the same suit after sharing a kiss on the doorstep. There was no doubt that the internet’s boyfriend had found himself a girlfriend.

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[babyleclerc]

Mimi’s 4K Follower Celebration!

Hi, pals!

After I posted my last fic, it sort of dawned on me that I have over 4,000 of you following me. Holy smokes! I’m blown away, and so appreciative of your support, likes, comments, & RB’s on my fics. You guys are THE BEST and I so appreciate you!

SO, in that vein, I have decided to post a challenge to all of you + some prizes from me! Details are under the cut, and if you have any questions about the challenge, feel free to just ask! 

Rules: 

I’m not so vein as to demand that you follow me, but it would be nice ;) 

Reblog this post (the more you share, the more talent we can get to write. So spread the word!)

No underage (cough Peter Parker) NSFW fics. If you want to use Peter, just write for Holland instead ;) 

Can be anything Marvel universe related - Dr. Strange, Steve, Tony, Peter, Loki, etc.

Can be anything RPF related (RDJ, Hardy, Hiddles, Holland, Evans, etc.)

Can be any genre, but please tag warnings appropriately.

No pedophilia, rape/non-con, dub-con

1.5K words minimum, please.

Must post the fic & tag me in it by Saturday, August 31st, 2019. (If I don’t like the post within a few days, just shoot me a message w/ a link so that I see it!)

Use the hashtag #mimis4kchallenge when you post your fic

Please use general grammar/writing rules. This is my NUMBER ONE PET PEEVE, and although your idea might be amazing, if it’s shitty grammar and I can’t read past one paragraph, it’s not fun to read. Ask for help if you need it!

If you need more time, send me a message!

To Enter:

Send me an ask/message with your choice of prompt + what character, person, or ship fic you’re choosing.

Prizes/Winners:

While I hope this exercise encourages writers of all types to enter/submit, I will be giving a “prize” to the first, second, and third winners of this challenge.*

Mimi’s Favorite: In addition to a ‘follow’ from me (if I’m not following you already!), the first place winner will get a hand-picked series (minimum three parts) from me, of your choosing. While it can be anyone in the MCU, I prefer to write RPF for Tom Hiddleston, Chris Evans, or Sebastian Stan. But I’m open to other genres/characters - we can talk about it and collaborate. :)

Most Notes: The fic with the most overall notes will get a fic of their choosing from me. 3K words minimum, any genre.

In My Feels: The fic that sort of, say, hits me the most while reading (whether it’s angsty, soft, fluffy, w/e) will get a fic of their choosing from me. 2K words minimum, any genre.

*I reserve the right to judge/choose my favorite fics (aside from the ‘most notes’ winner) however I see fit. I will do my best to judge non-biased, as I want this to be fun for everyone! Grammar & dialogue are my #1 pet-peeve, so I do encourage you to use spellcheck, use quotations when a character is speaking, have someone else read over your fic, etc. Also, if I’ve promised you a fic, I reserve the right to take the time I need to complete it. I’m not one for forcing creativity or writing, so please understand if it takes me a few weeks given real life, work, family, etc.

Prompts:

Some of these prompts I thought of on my own, some are taken from various sources around the web. Not taking credit for them all.

Angst |

“I thought you said you loved me.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“This will be the last time you lie to me.”

“You know it’s not like that.”

“Sometimes I think I would be better off if we’d never met.”

“I hope you’re happy.”

“I’m just really tired.”

“Can we have this conversation when you’ve calmed down?”

“I should never have trusted you.”

“I really think it’s easier for people if I’m not around.”

“You don’t have to pretend you care when you already have one foot out the door.” taken by @dtrainwin for Steve Rogers

“I didn’t think I’d see you again.” taken by @kentuckybarnes for Bucky X Reader

“I think you’ve had enough to drink.”

Fluff |

“Stay here tonight.” taken by @winterisakiller for Tom Hiddleston

“I’ll keep you warm.”

“Is that my shirt?” taken by @driftingtonystark for Bucky

“You look amazing tonight.” taken by @stuckyandsciencebros for Peter Parker

“We’ll figure this out.”

“Dance with me.” taken by @the-winchesters-wallflower for Loki 

“Did you just kiss me?”

“Where are my pants?” taken by @buckyownsmyheart for Bucky B.

“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“You can’t be mean, because I cook the food…and I could technically poison you.” taken by @hopelessromanticspoonie for Loki x Reader

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.” taken by @redfoxwritesstuff for Tom Hiddleston

Fun/Comedic |

“Do you want to know how she/he/they really feels about you? Get them drunk.”

“Well, if I tell you, then it wouldn’t be a secret.”

“DON’T FLUSH THE TOILET WHEN I’M IN THE SHOWER!”

“Shut up, it’s fine, just chill, we’re fine, I’m fine, everything is cool, everything is good! We’re chill, nothing is happening and I am not freaking out, not at all, we’re FINE.“

“As the wise Scooby Doo said; “Ruh Roh”.” taken by @thebeautifultrashcan for Steve Rogers

“Why are your hands purple?” taken by @acreativelydifferentlove for Bucky or Steve

“Touch me with your cold feet one more time and see what happens.” taken by @just-the-hiddles w/ Tom Hiddleston & @sad-af1121 for Stucky x Reader

AUs |

Coffee Shop

Soulmates taken by @adefectivedetective for Loki x Reader

First Kiss

First Date 

Pregnancy

Marriage Proposal

Fake Relationship

High School

Wedding

Magic/Fantasy

Tagging some mutuals so this doesn’t flop | @deartomhardy @sad-af1121 @starksrhodes @spider--bae @buckylicious @bucksiesarch @sebsticles @fwmholland

[pancakesfor2]

And They Were Roommates (3)

Summary: Unforeseen circumstances lead to you needing a roommate; when Bucky steps up, old feelings come back to light. The only problem is that he has a girlfriend.

Warnings: Cursing,

Words: 1161

Written for @babylevines writing challenge! the prompt will be in a later chapter :)

Note: This chapter is when things get juicy, I hope you guys don’t hate me too much after it :) Very excited for you to read chapter four because it’s probably my favorite one in the whole series!

Masterlist and Series Masterlist in Bio!

Living with Bucky was much more fun than living with Jessica. For starters you actually spoke to each other, eating breakfast and dinner together every day. You’d wake up, get ready, and then meet in the kitchen before going to your respective classes. Then after your classes were over, you’d come home and whoever’s turn it was would make dinner. You’d do the dishes together, and if you didn’t have too much homework you’d watch something on Netflix before going to bed. It was oddly domestic, in a way you didn’t like to think too much about. 

Bucky talked about Dot sometimes, but she rarely came over to your apartment. When she did you barely spoke, and you could definitely tell she wasn’t the biggest fan of Bucky’s new living arrangements. You had to remind yourself a couple of times that their relationship was none of your business, especially when she 

You didn’t have any classes today, so you and Tony were going to spend the whole day in his lab. The whole space was gorgeous, and because it belonged to Tony, you were allowed to basically do whatever you wanted. The building wasn’t a part of the school, but it was right across the street from it. After he blew up the campus lab for the second time. Tony had decided to just buy a warehouse close by and do his work there. And because you were one of his best friends, you had your own space in the building. 

Your favorite part of the lab were the floor to ceiling windows in front of your workspace. You could see everything happening outside, but nobody outside could see you. It was great because it let in a lot of natural light, and from time to time you’d take a break and people-watch. Sometimes you and Tony would work together but today you had separate projects that you wanted to finish while you had the day off. 

You’d been working for a couple of hours, when you decided to take a break and look out at the people outside. You didn’t like leaving your area a mess, so you were organizing some of your tools, when you noticed a couple making out right in front of your window. The amount of PDA was making you a little uncomfortable, but before you looked away you noticed something familiar about the girl. Holy shit. The girl was Dot. Fuck. Dot was cheating on Bucky. Holy fuck. “Fuck, fuck, holy fucking fuck,” you whispered.

Quickly you pulled your phone out and took a couple of pictures, for proof when you told Bucky. How were you going to tell Bucky? Were you going to tell Bucky? “Of course I’m going to tell Bucky,” you said out loud. This was the most awkward situation you’d ever been in, but you knew it would get even worse when you had to tell Bucky that his supposedly loving girlfriend was with another guy. 

There was no way you’d be able to concentrate on anything now, so you left your work behind and went to go talk to Tony. “What are you working on?” you asked, walking into the main room of the warehouse where he worked on his larger projects. 

““I’m trying to figure out a couple of bugs in the new repulsor tech that I was telling you about last week.” He looked up from where he was working on the blueprints on one of his tablets. “Okay whats up?” This was why Tony was your best friend, he was always able to pick up on when something wasn't right with you, without you having to say a single word. 

“Hypothetically, if Steve was cheating on you would you want someone to tell you?” 

“Yeah, of course, but this isn’t about Steve and me. So what’s actually wrong?”

“I just saw Dot cheating on Bucky.”

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed, dropping his tablet onto the metal table. 

“Yeah that’s how I reacted too,” you replied. 

“And you’re sure it’s her?”

“Positive,” you affirmed. “She was over at ours last night, so her face is pretty fresh, plus I have pictures.” You pulled your phone out of your pocket and swiped forward on the photo, projecting it into the air. 

“You gonna tell him?”

“I have to, don’t I?” 

“It would be pretty shitty of you if you didn’t.” 

“I’ll tell him when I get home,” you decided. “Can you distract me for the rest of the day? I don’t think I can concentrate on any of my actual work right now, but I don’t wanna go home yet.” It was unspoken that going home meant facing Bucky that much sooner, and that was definitely something you were trying to put off. 

“Sure, we can work on that game I was putting together with Jarvis and the holograms.” You and Tony spent the rest of the day messing around with the tech in his lab, having so much fun that you almost forgot about what was waiting for you when you got home. 

The keyword there was almost. Each time Tony suggested packing up and leaving, you shot him down, pushing him to keep working. Before you knew it was coming up to nine in the evening and Tony had to put his foot down and drive you home. 

“Good luck!” he called to you as you left his car and entered your building. Here goes nothing, you thought to yourself, putting your key into the lock and pushing the door open with your hip. 

“I’m home!” you announced, walking into the living room, and stopping in your tracks when you saw Bucky and Dot cuddled together on the couch. Fuck. What were you going to do now? You couldn’t say anything, but you couldn’t talk to him without it coming out. 

“It’s pretty late, was starting to worry,” said Bucky. 

“You know how I get when I’m really into a project––” or when I’m trying to avoid someone “––guess I just lost track of time?” You shrugged awkwardly.  

“We’re watching a movie, wanna join us?” Dot didn’t seem to be too happy with his suggestion, and there was no way you were willingly going to put yourself in a situation that’d make you that uncomfortable, so you made up an excuse to get out of the room as quickly as possible.  

“Nah, I’m heading to bed, see you in the morning!” You almost sprinted into your room, only realizing that you’d forgotten to eat dinner once the door was shut. Fuck. This day literally could not get any worse, and you didn’t even get to tell Bucky about Dot, meaning that you’d have to keep it in for another day. 

Lucky for you, you had a snack stash in one of your drawers; so your dinner consisted of Sour Patch Kids and a bag of Cheetos that you couldn’t guarantee weren’t expired. Guess this is my life now.  

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[pancakesfor2]

And They Were Roommates (4)

Summary: Unforeseen circumstances lead to you needing a roommate; when Bucky steps up, old feelings come back to light. The only problem is that he has a girlfriend.

Warnings: Cursing, cheating

Words: 1383

Written for @babylevines writing challenge! My prompt will be in a later chapter!

Note: So this is definetly my favorite chapter and I’m very excited to see how you all react to it! If the formatting is a little off it’s because I’m on vacation and I’m posting this from my iPad, but I wanted to get it out for Sebastian’s birthday. Let me know if anyone has any issues.

Masterlist and Series Masterlist are in my bio! 

You woke up and for about five seconds everything was fine and then the events of yesterday hit you like a truck. “Fuck…” you muttered, rolling out of bed and trudging to the bathroom to get ready for your day.

“Morning!” called Bucky from the kitchen.

“Morning,” you replied much less enthusiastically, slumping into one of the barstools in front of your kitchen counter.

“You okay? You went to bed without dinner last night,” he asked, pushing a plate of pancakes towards you.

“I ate with Tony,” you lied. “Do you have a minute? I need to talk to you about something.” You tried to keep your face blank, not wanting him to think that anything was wrong even though something definitely was.

“Can it wait until tonight?” Not really “I lost a bet so I gotta pick up breakfast for Sam before class,” he explained.

“Yeah of course!” Fuck. It’d probably be better if he heard the news at the end of the day anyways, you didn’t want to ruin his whole day.

“Great, thanks!” He said, already halfway out the door, leaving you alone with your breakfast.

If someone asked you what you did for the rest of the day you would never be able to tell them. You went to class and learned absolutely nothing. This thing with Dot was taking over your life and it wasn’t even your relationship.

You were glad you had classes today though, you’d probably go crazy if you didn’t have something to do to pass the time before Bucky got home. You usually went to the library to study for a couple of hours after class, but today you knew you wouldn’t get anything done, so you saved yourself the walk and just went home.

It was only four in the afternoon, and Bucky wouldn’t be home for at least a few more hours so you decided to take a nap to pass the time. You let your bag fall onto the floor, and crawled into bed. You reached over to grab your phone from the nightstand to set an alarm to wake you up, but instead of picking it up, you knocked it to the floor. Why was everything going wrong today?

You rolled over the edge of the bed and pulled on the charger cord to pick up the phone, hoping that the screen wasn’t cracked. Luckily it wasn’t, so you set the alarm and let yourself try to fall asleep.

You rolled left and right, getting up to turn over the pillow when it got too warm. When you finally drifted off, it felt like you were only asleep for ten minutes before you were woken up by your phone ringing.

Groggily, you sat up and grabbed the phone, seeing Tony’s face staring back at you from the screen. Why was he calling you? Tony didn’t call anyone. You figured it was probably about the Dot situation, but with Tony it could be anything.

“Hey, everything okay?” You asked.

“Yeah, just wanted to find out how Barnes took the news,” he replied, confirming your suspicions.

“I uh haven’t told him yet.”

“Why not?”

“When I got home he was with Dot and then he was running late this morning and I didn’t wanna ruin his day. But I’ll tell him tonight for sure.” Unless you chickened out again.

“Good luck! Okay I gotta go, Steve’s coming over and I wanna try and make him dinner.”

“Please try not to burn down another building,” you groaned, knowing that Tony had absolutely zero cooking abilities.

“No promises!” he laughed, before hanging up.

It wasn’t long before you heard the click of Bucky’s key in the lock, “Honey I’m home!” he joked, joining you on the couch in your living room. He seemed so happy and carefree and you hated that you’d be the one to ruin his good mood.

“How was your day?” you asked, moving over so he could have more space.

“Pretty great actually, class ended early, so I went to the gym with Sam and Steve, and then afterwards we got ice cream from the new place across the street from Steve’s apartment.” He paused and reached into his backpack, pulling out what looked like a kid’s lunchbox. “I got you some too, but I didn’t want it to melt so I bought this to put it in. Here, lemme stick this in the freezer and then you can tell me what you were gonna tell me this morning?”

Fuck he’s cute. “Sounds good!” you said, hoping your face didn’t show how nervous you were. The refrigerator wasn’t too far, so Bucky was back within less than 30 seconds, putting his feet up into your lap. .

“So what’s up?”

“I––fuck––I don’t know how to tell you this.”

He furrowed his brows, concern all over his face, “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need help? Whatever it is we can get through it,” he said.

“No, no, this has nothing to do with me––shit––it’s about you.”

“Did I do something? If I made you uncomfortable, or you want me to move out that’s totally fine; well not totally fine because I’d be homeless, but this was your space first.”

“No, fuck, uh, I’m just gonna spit it out, IsawDotcheatingonyou,” you rushed out, tripping over your words.

“I’m sorry what?” His face fell, and any chance of his smile returning was crushed when you repeat yourself, albeit a bit slower and with more details.

“I was at the lab yesterday, and you know how my area has those floor to ceiling windows?” He nodded. “Well I saw this couple making out and I was gonna ignore them but then I realized the girl was Dot,” you explained, bracing yourself for his reaction. “I’m so sorry Bucky…”

“You’re sure it was her?” Bucky had always had this larger than life presence, but now he looked like a ten year old whose parents had told him they were getting a divorce. You didn’t know it was possible for him to even look this small, and you hated that it was inadvertently your fault.

You only nodded in response, which was enough for him. Besides, why would you lie to him. You decided not to mention the photos, not wanting to rub salt in the already open wound.

He didn’t deserve this, he was the best guy you knew and he didn’t deserve to be cheated on. Nobody did. It broke your heart to see the tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes. He quickly reached up to wipe them away. “Fuck,” he muttered, “Fuck!” he said louder, grabbing onto one of the cushions and squeezing it. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This fucking sucks!”

You repositioned yourself so that you could wrap your arms around him, trying to give him all the comfort that you could. “It’s okay, let it out,” you rubbed circles into his back and he melted into your embrace.

“It’s not fucking okay!” he yelled, making you flinch at the volume of his voice, “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you,” he said immediately after, noticing your reaction

“It’s okay, I don’t blame you for being angry, but I’m here for you if you wanna talk about it? Or not talk about it, we could watch a movie?” you suggested, willing to do anything to try and make him feel better. You knew if the roles were reversed and you were the one being cheated on that he’d do the same for you.

He shook his head, “No thanks, I think I’m just gonna go to bed,” he said, pulling away from you and getting up off the couch. He slung his backpack over one shoulder and slumped towards his bedroom, the door shutting with a soft bang behind him.

There was a little part of you, the selfish part you wanted to keep hidden deep inside, that was glad Dot was out of the picture. But you knew this wasn’t about you, and you’d have to be there for Bucky for as long as it took for him to feel better. With everything that had just happened, the last thing he needed was you having feelings for him. So you buried them. Again.

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And They Were Roommates (5)

Summary: Unforeseen circumstances lead to you needing a roommate; when Bucky steps up, old feelings come back to light. The only problem is that he has a girlfriend.

Warnings: Cursing, cheating, angst in general 

Words: 1652

Written for @babylevines writing challenge! My prompt will be in a later chapter!

Note: This chapter is pretty sad and it really only gets worse from here for a while. School starts back up next week so my updates might be less regular but I’ll try my best! We’re halfway through now. 

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You’d been awake for a few hours, but there’d been no sign of Bucky. You hadn’t eaten yet, instead choosing to try and catch up on the work you’d put on the back burner while you were keeping the Dot secret. Now that it was out, you felt like you were finally able to breathe, even if the look on Bucky’s face was likely something you’d never forget. 

Yesterday he’d made breakfast for you, so you decided to return the favor since you knew for a fact he hadn’t eaten anything before bed last night. You weren’t the best chef, but you were great at making breakfast, so that’s exactly what you were going to do. Pancakes and eggs weren’t going to fix his broken heart, but you hoped they’d make him feel at least a bit better. 

You were almost done, and he still wasn’t up yet. You were about to go knock on his door, but just as you were finishing up, he walked out of his room dressed only in a pair of black sweatpants. His eyes were red, whether that was from a lack of sleep or because he’d been crying you didn’t know, and you weren’t going to ask either. “Morning,” you called out to him as he went into the bathroom. He waved back, giving you a sad smile. 

He must’ve put a shirt on in the bathroom, because when he sat down next to you on one of the barstools he was fully dressed. “Thanks,” he said, acknowledging the plate of food you nudged in his direction as you slid into the seat next to him. 

“How’re you doing?” you asked tentatively. 

“I don’t know, I’m sad, but I had a feeling something was up but I didn’t wanna say anything,” he replied. “I don’t really feel like thinking about her today, you up for a Harry Potter marathon?”

You’d actually been planning on catching up on more homework for the rest of the day, but you knew that Bucky needed you more than you needed to get work done. “Yeah of course, you set up the movies and I’ll get some snacks together.” 

Bucky nodded, and since you were both done eating, he picked up both of your plates and dropped them into the sink, “I’ll wash these later, yeah?” 

“Sure, yeah.”

“Do you have a set of DVD’s or do I need to get mine out of my room?” he asked. 

“They’re on the top shelf next to the TV,” you replied, getting up to get a couple of bags of popcorn out of one of the cabinets. 

One thing that came out of Bucky moving in was that you suddenly had two copies of a lot of different movies and books. It turned out that that you had very similar tastes when it came to pop culture, but you hadn’t realized it because you weren’t that close before you’d moved in together. Of course you were friends and you ran in the same circle, but you weren’t exactly running to each other when you had a bad day. 

Living together changed that though, it’d only been a few weeks, but the level of trust you had for Bucky was almost on par with your trust for Tony. What was happening with Dot had just brought you closer, the fact that Bucky was staying home with you today instead of going over to Steve’s or Sam’s meant a lot to you, especially since you were the one to break the news to him. 

While Bucky was sorting out the movie, you were popping popcorn and getting out all the candy you had. You were notorious for your flavored popcorn, always bringing something different when you had movie nights. You remembered that Bucky had really liked the cinnamon roll flavor you’d done a couple of months ago, so you decided to break out the butter and cinnamon sugar and make a bowl of it along with the plain batch you’d already made. 

You figured that that would be enough sugar, so you took out a few bags of chips for the two of you to share later on in the day. Finally, you turned the oven on so it would be warm in time for lunch, when you’d stick a frozen pizza in there instead of doing actual cooking. 

Balancing the food, you managed to get it all to the couch one trip, where Bucky had set up the DVD player. He’d also brought out a few of his extra soft blankets, which he usually kept in his room and rarely let anyone else use because he didn’t want them to “lose their fluffiness.” 

He perked up when he smelled the cinnamon, taking the bowl out of your hands and letting you know that he most definitely would not be sharing it. You laughed, knowing that he was all talk, and that you’d most likely have to get up between movies to make another bowl because you’ll have finished it all. 

You didn’t know where to sit on the couch, Bucky had already made himself comfortable, and you could either sit next to him, or all the way on the other side. Usually you’d sit close, but today felt different, like it would be inappropriate in some way. Before you could make a decision, Bucky patted the spot right next to him, basically making your choice for you. 

You sat down, being careful not to actually touch him; in your opinion, that would be taking this thing too far. What thing? We’re just two friends watching movies after one friend found out that the other friend’s girlfriend was cheating on him. Nothing weird there. 

It seemed like Bucky had a different idea though, because he reached out and pulled you close, tucking you under his shoulder so that your head rested against his chest. You could feel his heartbeat against your face, and it seemed to be racing just as fast as yours. You didn’t really know what to make of that, but you didn’t acknowledge it, not wanting to embarrass him.

You were both settled in, so he hit play on the remote and the movies began. You sat together on the couch and for the next five hours or so, your barely spoke to each other, only getting up to get more popcorn or to use the bathroom.

 In the end, you were halfway through The Prisoner of Azkaban when Bucky apparently had enough. “Fuck this,” he muttered. 

You untangled yourself from his arms so you could look him the eyes, “Fuck what?” you asked. 

“Fuck this” he repeated, waving his arms around, gesturing towards the room. “‘I’m not gonna sit around moping while she’s out there with her other boyfriend! Where’s my phone? I’m gonna call her and tell her I know.” 

“You sure that’s a good idea?” you asked, thinking it would probably be better for him to talk to her in person. 

“She was fucking someone else while telling me she loves me!” He finally broke, the tears he wouldn’t let out last night finally escaping. 

You hated seeing him like this, he deserved so much better. You didn’t know what to do, how do you comfort someone with a broken heart? So you wrapped your arms around him again, letting him cry out whatever he was feeling. “It’s okay, you can cry as much as you want to,” you whispered, “Let it out, let it all out, it’s just me,” you continued, running your fingers through his hair. 

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he choked out between sobs. “I’m sorry for crying all over you.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, you can cry on me whenever you want,” you said with a nervous laugh, “Like I said last night, I’m here for you, whatever you need.” 

He buried his face into your hair, not saying anything, but squeezing you a little tighter as to say thank you. His body was so warm, and all you wanted to do was melt into him, but you couldn’t because he needed you to comfort him not crush on him. Crush is such a stupid word, we aren’t in middle school anymore, you couldn’t think of a better word though, so crush it was. 

“We should go out tonight,” he suggested, lifting his head and using his sleeve to wipe his face, “I need to get out of this fucking apartment.”

“Where do you wanna go?” 

“Sam’s throwing a party?” he suggested. It would be the perfect opportunity for him to get drunk, spend time with his friends, and most importantly forget about Dot. 

“Okay,” you agreed. You weren’t really a party person, but if Sam was throwing it then Tony would be there, and you really needed some advice from your best friend right now. 

Bucky got up off the couch, “I’m going to go break up with Dot,” he announced, “I can’t stand another minute of her thinking that she’s getting away with what she’s doing. I’ll break up with her, and then we’ll go to the party.”

“Good luck.” You hoped that seeing Dot wouldn’t affect Bucky too badly, but you knew that this was something he had to do before he could even begin to move on. “I’ll be here for you when you get back.”

After changing out of his pajamas, Bucky left your shared apartment looking like a man on a mission. You almost felt bad for Dot, but you knew that Bucky wasn’t going to say anything to hurt her. He wasn’t that kind of person. And even if he did, she deserved it for what she did to him.

Now that Bucky was gone, you didn’t feel like continuing with movies, so you went back into your bedroom to study for a bit, before getting ready for the party tonight. 

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[babyleclerc]

May I have “Touch me with your cold feet one more time and see what happens.” Writing for Steve Rogers (but could I possibly have it to be Stucky x Reader? If not, then just Steve 😊💗)

YES 100% :) You can write it however you want! Stucky x Reader is 100% fine with me!

[babyleclerc]

Ooh! Congrats! Can I have the touch me with your cold feet prompt for Tom Hiddleston please?

Thank you angel!!! Yes 100% :) I’ll update and save the prompt for you! Can’t wait to read your work!

[babyleclerc]

hey hun!! please could i get “where are my pants?” with bucky for your challenge?? thank you! xx (and congrats on 4k!)

hi!!! yes absolutely :))) thank you, & thanks for participating!!! looking forward to reading your work

[babyleclerc]

Congrats on the 4k!!! Could I please have the prompt, "You don't have to pretend to care when you already have one foot out the door," with Steve please?

thank you so much!!!! & yes you sure can! oooooh going for the angst prompt, love it ;) Looking forward to reading your work!