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[floatingpetals]

Boys in Blue || Side Chapter 1

Pairings: cop!Stucky x F!Reader

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, that’s it

Word Count: 1900+

Summary: (Cop AU) There was just one crappy thing after enough that happened to her. It possibly couldn’t get any worse, or so she thought until she saw the dreaded flashes of red and blue behind her. Could things get any worse? (*Side Chapter*)

A/N: I wrote this a while back and didn’t think it fit in the storyline at the time, but didn’t wanna scrap it cause it was a cute little moment. So this takes place somewhere between part 7 and part 8 of the story. It’s just a short sweet little snippet of their lives. I have no idea how many little side chapters I’m gonna write either. I hope you all enjoy!! 

The gifs are not mine, credit to the owner.

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Steve dug into his pockets for his keys, letting out a heavy sigh as he unlocked his apartment. He had just gotten off a night shift, his bones were weary and eyelids heavy. It was a struggle jamming the key in the lock, his brows pulling into a frown as he battled to get the door open. Grunting when it finally swung open, Steve gave a heavy groan before kicking off his shoes. He ignored the thump as they landed next to Bucky’s identical pairs and hooked his keys on the place by the door.

He could hear the soft lull of the television down the hall, some midmorning news show Bucky most likely put on to fill the silence. Walking to the living room, he stopped short at the sight on his couch. Laid out on his back was a peacefully slumbering Bucky, an arm thrown over his head dangling off the arm of the chair. The other was wrapped tightly around Y/N, who was laid out on top of his chest with her arms tucked up underneath her and her cheek squished against Bucky’s shirtless peck. She too was fast asleep, soft snores coming from her slightly open mouth.

Warmth bubbled in Steve’s chest at the absolutely adorable sight of his two lovers wrapped up in each other arms. While others might think it would be odd, their arrangement, for them this was almost second nature. It took some time to get used to their dynamics in the beginning.

For Y/N, it was her getting used to the fact that not only was she dating them both, but that he and Bucky were in a relationship. She struggled moving beyond their past, admitting she felt like she would or might drive a wedge in their several year-long relationship. It took them time, but Steve knew Y/N no longer doubted what she meant to the two of them. She was their third part, the one they both realized completed them.

Steve didn’t feel jealous when Bucky would get time to spend with just Y/N and vice versa. However, right now he was envious that Bucky got to spend his evening and morning cuddling with Y/N while he was up all night dreaming about just this. The punk knew it and sent a few pictures last night of him and Y/N snuggled up in their bed against him, a wide smirk on his face. If it wasn’t for sweet innocent Y/N on top of Bucky, he’d have hit him across the face with the throw pillow on the floor. Instead, he left the two be and went to his room to shower and change.

Twenty minutes later, now feeling lighter after washing off the dirt from his shift, Steve wandered back into the living room. He paused when he caught Bucky’s now alert gaze, a soft smile curling the corner of his lips.

Bucky woke sometime after Steve started the shower, a slow grin spreading on his face when he heard Steve humming from the open doorway. Jut because he worked in the same line of work, it didn’t mean he didn’t worry about Steve when he worked a shift alone. It wasn’t often, but there were times Bucky would stay awake until he heard Steve come in the front door, the fear and anxiety gnawing at his insides. A sense of relief would wash over him knowing Steve was back, safe in one peace.

Today was exactly the same, only now he had Y/N to hold and care for. She probably didn’t realize how important she had become in their triad. She was the breath of fresh air, the anchor they desperately needed to keep their wits about them. Being a police officer was hard and incredibly dangerous. There was no doubt about it and with Y/N they could forget about their job and just be themselves.

“Hey,” Steve whispered, making sure to keep his voice down for Y/N. Bucky hummed and reached a free hand out. Steve chuckled low and crossed the room to take Bucky’s hand in his. He leaned down pressed a gentle kiss on Bucky’s mouth.

“Hey, handsome.” Bucky murmured against Steve's lips. “How was work?”

“Pretty slow really. We didn’t have to deal with any drunk drivers like last weekend. Thought Clint was going to lose it with how slow it was though.” Steve sighed and slowly stood with a wince as his bones creaked and protested. Bucky snorted and let Steve hand fall.

“Well, it could have been worse.”

“Yeah, you could have spent seven hours listening to Clint bitch about circling the same spot for the hundredth time,” Steve grunted. Bucky stifled a laugh and turned back to the TV while absently rubbing Y/N’s back.

“Did you two have fun last night?” Steve raised a brow, his tone light as he settled in the recliner. Bucky hummed quietly and nodded.

“Yeah, we went to that bar on Third. It was karaoke night. That and happy hour. The appetizers were pretty good.”

“That’s good.” Steve murmured, settling back in the seat. The exhaustion was seeping into his bones and was struggling to keep his eyes open. The coziness of the cushions, the lull of the low television and the comfort from hearing both Bucky and Y/N’s quiet breathing beside him was slowly dragging him into a well-deserved nap. Bucky watched him from the corner of his eye, grinning at the sight of Steve physically fighting to stay awake.

“Steve.” He called. Steve blinked slowly, tilting his head to gaze at Bucky. “Kick the footrest up and go to sleep. We aren’t goin’ anywhere.”

Steve grumbled and tugged at the blanket under him. Blindly reaching down, he pulled the lever that kicked the leg rest up and settled in. Bucky had just enough time to roll his head in Steve’s direction against the armrest before he heard the deep snores coming from Steve that never failed to make Bucky’s heart flip. Yeah, the sound sometimes kept him up at night and occasionally grated on his last nerves, but it was a sign that Steve was safe and alive. 

Y/N stirred in his arms, her face pinched in a pout. Bucky smoothed a hand down her back, shifting to watch as she started to wake from the sound of Steve’s snore similar to a chainsaw right in their ears. He smiled and cupped her cheek, gently rubbing his thumb along her cheek.

“Steve back?” She mumbled with an adorably raspy voice, still laced with sleep.

“Yeah, baby he’s back,” Bucky replied with an amused snort. “As you can hear, he’s out like a light. Will be for a while. Why don’t you go back to sleep and well see where we’re at for lunch later.”

Y/N nodded slowly, letting out a heavy sigh of relief before she settled back against his chest. Bucky softly laughed at her adorable bleary-eyed squint in Steve’s direction before she let her eyes fall shut and tightened his arm around her waist. She slipped back asleep and soon Bucky felt quickly lulled to sleep as well, cozy and relaxed next to his two favorite people.

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[hollandroos]

until I see you again | T.H

Summary: You don’t know when you’ll get to see him again so you make the most of the time you have.

Warnings: Uhhh this is an angel!tom x angel!reader au so please only read it if you’re okay with that au! hate is not appreciated and will only be deleted.

Words: 1047

MY IMAGINES | MY SERIES ✧

Wings tickle the side of your face and you open your eyes to see little, white feathers. Your favourite. 

They’re nothing short of soft, the most heavenly things you swore you’d ever lay your hands on as you reach up and stroke through the familiar things. Starting from the roots and running nimble fingers to the tips, making the boy beside you stir in his sleep. His lips part slightly and he lets out a barely audible moan, burying his face and tousled brown curls in your neck.

“It’s morning, my darling.” You whisper, lips meeting the top of his head. He doesn’t budge, accepting the warmth you hand out so willingly to him. “You have to get back, can’t have you getting in trouble again.” You tell him, hoping that the thought of being scolded by his superiors for wandering around Earth again would get the angel up.

It wasn’t that you wanted him to leave the comfort that was your New York apartment. It was that you didn’t want him to get in trouble. It was you having something angels weren’t supposed to, empathy, selflessness.

“Don’t wanna go, you’re too comfortable.” He groans, head resting in your chest.

You giggle, black wings of your own fluttering at his words. You always basked in the fact that his voice was raspier in the morning, deeper too and he was always more romantic this early in the morning. Though you did love how high his voice could get when he begged.

“You have to go soon, my love. People will start to get suspicious about you and me.” You wet your bottom lips, curling your legs around the ends of the plush white sheet. The only thing that covered your nude body. “Goodness only knows what'll happen to an angel that dares sleep with a demon.”

You practically sput the last word, only slightly ashamed of your own title – which wasn’t like you at all. 

He pushes himself up until he’s resting on his arms, groaning softly. “I thought we agreed not to talk about that. You know how it makes me feel.”

Guilt washes over you as you remember just how much he hated hearing about the possible repercussions. The two of you had both agreed that it’d remain something unspoken, though it was always there taunting the both of you. With that in mind, you reach over to play with strands of his hair, loving the softness beneath your fingers and you feel him relax almost instantly. Much like his wings, they were fluffy, smooth beneath you.

“I do, but you were out cold and I don’t want you to get in trouble again. I remember how distraught you got the last time it happened.” You tell him, wincing as you remember the night he begged you to meet him on Earth once more after a week of not hearing from the young angel – who was actually around the same age as you. He had hiccuped as he spoke over the phone, salty tears meeting wet lips.

Tom shakes his head, trying to rid the awful memory. Being told off made him feel like a child. “I wasn’t that bad. I can handle being told off.” He lies right through his teeth, knowing that if anyone could see through him it’d be you. His love.

“Darling, you came to me in tears. Your wings were drooping and everything.” You giggle, eyes flashing black and your angel buries his head back in your shoulder. “I spent hours comforting you but I have no regrets. Seeing you smile after hours of sobbing bought me more relief then I knew possible.”

Tom spends a moment thanking whatever force bought the two of you together before he sits up, the sheet slips exposing your bare chest and his, pooling around his waist almost perfectly. Outside, birds chirp and the sun streams in through sheer curtains. It’s a sight you wouldn’t see in either heaven or hell and Tom allows himself to feel the sun on white skin. Warmth melts away his fears, leaving him feeling new again and embraced in both the heat that radiates off of the sun and your fingertips that draw circles on a covered thigh.

While Tom savoured the warmth, he knew that you favoured the cold. 

When it snowed he could find you outside, collecting handfuls of the stuff in bare hands with a grin wider then he swears he’d seen and would ever see. Your eyes would glimmer but not a jet black, no. Any colour but. They’d be wide and bright and beads of snow would sit in sprawled strands of hair. Even rain. You’d stand in the rain in nothing but a tank top and shirts and feel the icy beads shimmy between pure black feathers.

“You’re the softest demon I know.” Tom murmurs, heat rising to his cheeks. He’s practically mesmerised.

“Only for one angel, got it?” You smile, stretching your arms above your head. Two sharp teeth taunt him. “Now as much as I’d love to spend more time with you, you have around twenty minutes to get you and your wings back to Heaven before people come looking for you.”

“I don’t want to go.” He tells you, angelic white wings falling slightly as well as the grin that had previously taken place on his features. “Let’s run away together, you and me.”

The thought sounded blissful. The most self-indulgent idea he’d spoken up since he had asked you to meet up with him this weekend. But apologetically, you sit up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. It lasts no more then five seconds but the two of you appreciate every second, wanting nothing more then to stay there forever.

“I love that idea, my love, but not today.” You smile, giving him a wishful look. It spoke more then a thousand words, telling Tom everything he needed to know. “I’ll be counting down the hours until I get to feel your lips on mine again, angel.”

The once romantic, relaxed atmosphere is now anything but. It’s filled with sorrow for you’re unsure if the next time you see him will be two days or two months. Whatever one it was, you’d wait for him.

With one more hand squeeze, he stands up, tugging a white shirt over his head. “I’ll be counting down the seconds until I get to see you again.”

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[edudenali]

Her Name is Mila 👶🏼 Yesterday, I had the pleasure of meeting this beautiful baby girl for the first time. Her parents, Mikkel and Melissa, are happy to have this angel at home. Their lives won’t ever be the same. Many friends sent her gifts to welcome her into this world. She’s so beautiful and loved 😍 Her dad is Danish 🇩🇰, her mom Honduran 🇭🇳, they met in New York 🇺🇸, she was born in Paris 🇫🇷. She’s so International. Uncle Edü loves you bebé ❤️ • #mila #borninparis #parissienne #parisian #itsagirl #babygirlborninparis #parisbaby #ilovethisgirl #guncletime #guncle #gunclelittleniece #uncleedü #whileinparis #borninfrance #frenchbabygirl #i❤️paris #aroundtheworld #awayfromhome #edücation #lifeisgood #babygifts #babyblessings #shesloved #welcometothisworldbabygirl #happyparents #iknowhowtoholdababy #cutebabygirl #parisianforlife #parisiangirl #internationalbabygirl (at La Nation)

[charlyricco]

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[mendespideys]

special to me // h.o.

Pairing: reader x roommate!harrison osterfield

Warnings: mentions of making out and sex and i didn’t proofread 

Requested? yes/no by the lovely @spideymood ages ago

Prompts: “You’re special to me.” + “Can I kiss you right now?”

A/N: This is my first every harrison piece. let me know if i should write more for the lovely harrison osterfield ☺︎ quick disclaimer: tom is kind of a player in this one, and i just want to clarify that it’s purely for the sake of this story. i don’t think he’s like that

also, i need someone to make more gifs of harrison because finding a gif for this was a pain in the butt 

“Can someone remind me why I willingly moved in with the two of you?” you question grumpily, not bothering to look at Harrison and Tom as you head toward the fridge. 

Rummaging through the fridge for the orange juice, you listen to the silence coming from the two boys. Letting the door shut behind you, you reach up to grab a glass from the cupboard. You turn around to look at the young adults, raising a questioning eyebrow as you pour your juice. Harrison chuckles and you narrow your eyes at him briefly, letting him know you were serious. 

“Why because you love us so much, of course,” Tom states, flashing you a teasing grin. 

“Well, I am starting to regret it. Whoever brought a girl home last night kept me up-”

“That was all Tom. It’s always Tom,” Harrison interjects quickly and his best mate turns around so fast that you’re sure he’s gonna get whiplash. 

They start bickering among themselves and you ignore them, throwing yourself down in the chair next to Harrison at the kitchen table. You yawn, covering your gaping mouth with the palm of your hand. You wave your hand in front of them, silently telling them to stop. After gulping down some juice, you place the glass back down on the table with a small thump. Running your fingers through your hair, you gather it all into a messy bun, ignoring them both as they watch you. 

“Too early for bickering,” you mutter silently. “And I don’t care who it was. Next time keep it down or take it over to her place.” 

“Sorry, Y/N,” Tom mumbles sheepishly but he doesn’t blush. He was way past feeling embarrassed about getting caught. 

You had been living with Harrison and Tom for almost a little over a year now, but you had known them for almost three. You had met Harrison through his younger sister who was friends with your younger brother. Harrison had dropped Charlotte off for Lucas’ birthday, and the two of you had ended up talking. The rest was pretty much history; you quickly became friends and a few months later, Harrison had introduced you to Tom as well. Fast forward two years, the two boys wanted to get their own place and had urged you to move in with them. You had accepted the offer, wanting to move out on your own, too.

With Tom being away a lot, it was often just you and Harrison sharing the three-bedroom apartment. Sometimes, much to your dismay, Harrison would go with Tom if he was filming for longer periods of time. Occasionally, Tom would have Tessa stay with you, which you appreciated. It was nice knowing you weren’t entirely alone. However, you knew how much Paddy, Tom’s younger brother, missed the family dog, so more often than not, you would decline Tom’s kind offer. 

“Yeah, yeah. You both are pigs,” you add a laugh, letting them know you’re just kidding. Tom swats your arm playfully, finishing the banana he was holding. 

“I haven’t brought anyone home for months. When was the last time I brought someone home?” Harrison furrows his brows and if you didn’t know him as well as you do, you would have missed the slight hurt tone in his voice. 

You swat at the air. “I don’t know. I don’t care. You can bring girls over, Haz, just be quiet. You know I like my sleep.”

Tom’s dark orbs flicker toward his best mate before landing on his phone, and you pretend not to notice. Although you were close with the boys, you were nowhere close to understanding their inside jokes and silent language yet. They had been friends for years before you met them, and you had to admit you admired their friendship. Despite Tom being gone for weeks at a time and being slightly arrogant at times, they act more like brothers than best friends. You found it adorable, often teasing them about being closer than most girls. 

“Y-You don’t care - you don’t care if I bring other girls over?” Harrison swallows, clearing his throat. 

It’s your turn to furrow your brows this time. You shake your head, turning in the chair so you can look at your friend. “No,” it sounds like a question. “I-It’s loud sometimes and I hate it when they make a mess but no. I mean, you’re a boy. You have needs. I get it.” 

“Okay, I’m going to leave now. Bye,” Tom informs, throwing the banana peel on the table and heading toward his room. Your eyes find a spot on his back, following him until he closes the door behind himself. You turn back to look at Harrison, looking for an explanation as to why Tom had left so abruptly. 

His bright blue eyes are already watching you and he’s chewing on his bottom lip. You know it’s a nervous habit of his and before comprehending what your arm is doing, you gently brush your thumb against his lip. He stops immediately, releasing his reddened lip. You frown, throwing yet another glance toward Tom’s closed door before looking back at Harrison.

For the most part, the three of you were professionals at avoiding awkward moments like this. You would joke about sex like you were one of the guys, you would hang out with Tom’s brothers, they had seen you in your underwear before - things weren’t usually awkward between you. You adored them for that. If you made a fool of yourself, you knew they would brush it off or make a joke about it, relieving you from any awkwardness. Because of this, you find the current situation incredibly weird and frustrating. 

“Haz, what’s going on?” Harrison looks at you innocently as you lean back into your own chair. “Don’t bullshit me. I saw Tom look at you and you’re acting all weird about bringing girls over, and Tom just left. He never does that.”

“I want you to care if I bring girls home.”

You sit dumbfounded for a moment, repeating the simple sentence in your head multiple times. “You- You want me to care? I-I don’t get it-”

“I like you, Y/N. You’re special to me,” Harrison admits quietly. So quietly that you almost have to make him repeat it. “That’s why I haven’t brought other girls over. They’re not you, so I can’t. I-I think I might be in love with you.”

You meet his blue eyes - your favorite feature of his. They’re wide as if he can’t quite believe what he had just said. He looks so small and vulnerable that you just want to wrap him in a hug. It was no secret that Harrison wasn’t big on sharing his feelings. Sure, he was sweet and he would cry when watching sad movies, but he didn’t like actually sharing in-depth conversations about his feelings, which you and Tom both respected. Hearing his confession was like music to your ears. 

Recently, you had cared when he brought girls over. When you first became friends with Harrison, it had been strictly platonic. He was attractive, sure, but he was nothing more than your best friend. However, a few months ago, the two of you had danced together at Tom’s birthday party and you hadn’t been able to deny the butterflies forming in your stomach when he had put his hands on your waist. The thought of his hot breath on your neck still gives you goosebumps. 

“Haz,” his nickname falls from your lips breathlessly. “Can I kiss you right now?”

His blue eyes widen even farther and with the spur-of-the-moment confident, you lean in and press your lips to his. His bottom lip is still slightly warm from him chewing on it, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Kissing wasn’t a foreign gesture for either of you, you knew that much, but right now, kissing Harrison, it sure feels like it. It’s as if it’s your first time kissing someone. It’s awkward at first, almost messy, but neither of you wants to break it. 

Harrison’s arms snake around your waist and they lift your out of your chair with ease. A squeal of surprise escapes you but your lips stay attached, the feeling too good to let go of just yet. You relax into his embrace, favoring the warm feeling of his joggers compared to the coldness of the chair you had just been sitting on. Your lips are moving together effortlessly and your chest is starting to hurt from the lack of oxygen but you don’t want to pull away. Your fingers tangle themselves into his blond hair and he moans softly into your mouth. 

“Forgot my phone- guys, not in the kitchen. Gross,” Tom’s voice startles you apart and for the first time in months, you find yourself flushing in front of the two boys. You immediately dive into Harrison’s neck, thankful your back is facing Tom. Harrison rubs your back gently, obviously sensing your embarrassment. 

You listen to Tom’s bare feet pad against the floor as he comes to pick up his phone. You don’t dare to look at him yet, burying your face into Harrison’s neck, relishing his natural smell. You wait for Tom’s footsteps but instead, there’s a loud clap. 

“Did you just-” you pull away, narrowing your eyes at Harrison. “Did you just high-five each other?” 

“Sorry, Y/N. He’s been pining over you for months and I’m proud of my boy for finally confessing his feelings, yunno?” 

“Tom,” Harrison warns and the brunette holds his arms up innocently, flashing the two of you a grin before heading back to his room. “Now, where were we?”

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Choices  -  Pt. 2  [ P. Parker ]

Summary: When you are faced with seemingly inevitable odds, Spider-Man is there to offer you a choice.

Word Count: 2036

Warnings: None? This just kinda sukcs lmao

A/N: Um, this was actually difficult for me to write?? There is defo going to be another part too.

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Peter stared at you through his mask, wondering what was going on in your head. He had instantly recognised you from his Chemistry class and his Physics class the moment you had pulled the dark fabric away from your face. You and Peter had never actually spoken to each other very much other than when the teacher would pair you up together. Which was very rarely.

The wind didn’t do much too cool him down, his cheeks scorching under his mask and suit. But it seemed to calm you down, so Peter tried not to complain about it too much. He watched as you stared out at the city, your hair moving with the breeze and your eyes shining under the light from the moon. There was something off and he knew it. It wasn’t like Peter could say that he knew you because apart from your name and general characteristics, he didn’t know anything about you. But, he knew enough to know that this was never something that you would want to do on your own.

“I’ve brought you here for privacy,” Peter spoke, tearing at the silence. “And to keep you out of radar. The police only knew that somebody was in the bank out of protocol but they don’t know who it was.”

You simply nodded at him, awkwardly looking at the eyes of his mask and then to the ground. Keeping your silence, you swallowed thickly and stared at your feet. He sighed, hesitantly placing a hand on your shoulder and gently squeezing. Turning around so that you were facing him, your gaze didn’t budge from your shoes.

“You need to tell me what’s happening,” Peter said, his voice softer than it was before. “I want to help you. But I can only do that if you want to be helped.”

“I-I don’t know that much,” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up. Peter’s head tilted to the side, his mask crinkling gently with the movement. “I’ll tell you all I know but-but they said that if I tell anyone, they would hurt my mum.”

“Whoever it is,” Peter almost whispered. “I won’t let them hurt you or your family. You have my word on that.”

You ran a hand through your hair. “Thank you.”

“Were you forced into this?”

“Not really,” you muttered, glancing back over the edge of the building. “My mom and I, we need money. When this lady, her name was Marielle, came to me with a job offer, I just said yes. She said all I’d have to do is pick some stuff up for her boss.”

“You weren’t suspicious?”

“I had no reason to be,” you said, shrugging slightly. “I read through everything that I signed and asked all of the questions I needed to ask. Things only started getting weird when she gave me my first job.”

“Which was this robbery,” Peter muttered, nodding his head. He pursed his lips under the mask, frowning at the concrete underneath his feet.

It was funny, you thought, that you were oddly calm up here with Spider-Man. Usually, you weren’t great with heights but standing here with the masked hero beside you, you were fine. He had brought you to the rooftop of a building that was close by to your own apartment building from the bank, making sure that you weren’t seen.

Peter watched silently as you let out a breath, shaking your head gently. “You couldn’t terminate the contract?”

“If I could have I would have,” you chuckled darkly, kicking lightly at the stray rocks beside your feet. “They would have hurt my-they would have hurt us.”

“Do you know who they are?”

“No,” you answered, frowning and biting your lip. “Marielle was only the messenger, really. That’s all I know about them. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay,” Peter rushed out. “That’s okay. We’ll figure something out.”

You shuddered, glancing over his shoulder. “Can you-can you please take me home? I’m tired and-and I just want to be alone.”

“Yeah,” Peter said, stepping forward and wrapping a strong arm around your waist. “Of course. Just hold tight.”

And you did just that, clutching onto him as he swung from building to building. The wind blew through your hair and Peter craned his neck to the side gently so that he could see clearly. He tried not to think of how warm you were against him, focusing on getting you to your apartment.

“Do you want me to drop you at the door?” He asked, calling out over the noise of the wind. You nodded against his chest as he slowed to a stop and placed you softly on the ground outside your apartment building.

“Thank you, Spider-Man,” you shivered, pulling the sleeves of your jersey over your hands. You wrapped your arms around your own waist. “I appreciate you getting me out of that um, situation.”

“I’m just going to be around here for a bit, okay?” Spider-Man, placed a reassuring hand on your arm, squeezing gently so that you knew he was here to help. “I’ll stay close to the neighbourhood.”

You gulped, remembering that your parents were home alone for the night. It wasn’t something you were very pleased about, knowing that you must have pissed off a pretty dangerous person only an hour ago. There was a large chance that you’d find some

“Actually,” you mumbled, blushing and turning away from him. “I don’t-I don’t want to be alone.”

“Oh-”

“I mean, I know you’re busy with Spider-Man business! But I’m worried that-that somebody is going to turn up and-and hurt me because I didn’t finish what the job they needed done.” You blabbed, awkwardly looking away from Spider-Man. “She said they’d hurt me if I didn’t bring them the cash.”

Spider-Man glanced around him, his shoulders tense as he contemplated whether it was a good idea to stay with her. It wasn’t as if he had much else to do since it was otherwise a quiet night. And he didn’t want to leave you alone to be scared since he would need you to be comfortable with him if he wanted to find out who was behind all of this.

“I’ll stay right here,” he told you, motioning to the entrance lobby of the building. When you frowned, he bit his lip and twiddled his fingers.

“You’re welcome to come inside our apartment,” you offered, feeling your cheeks heat up. “My mom is at a work conference so she won’t be home.”

“O-okay, yeah,” Peter stuttered out, wishing he didn’t have to wear this stupid mask because it only made the heat in his cheeks ten times worse.

The both of you made your way to your apartment, ignoring the glances that you got from passersby as you walked through the hallways. The lady at the reception had opened her mouth to speak but abruptly shut it before actually saying anything, shaking her head and grumbling into her computer.

You shivered as you stepped into the cold apartment, instantly reaching to turn on the heaters. Trying to see past Spider-Man who awkwardly waited as you settled yourself in, you filled two glasses of water and offered one to your guest. He shook his head, mumbling incoherently and motioning at the mask that covered his face.

You rolled your eyes. “Just pull it over your mouth. You’re probably parched after all of that crime-fighting you’ve been doing today.”

“I am parched,” he said, taking the glass from your hand and swiftly turning around so that his back was to you. “But I can’t even do that.”

Snickering as he pulled the mask up over his nose, faced away from you, you quickly drank your own glass of water and waited for him to finish. He pulled his mask back down and waited as you washed the glasses and put them away after you pulled it from his grip.

“I-um, you can probably leave after like half an hour if you want,” you said, nervously glancing at the doors while you lead him to your room. “I understand that this could be making you uncomfortable. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“It’s alright,” Spider-Man said, his voice soft. “I’ll leave when I think it’s safe for you. Or, when you feel safe.”

Maybe it was just because he was awkward but he felt weird. Like his Spidey Senses were going off only they were unnaturally muffled. He tensed, there probably was something wrong. But he gave it a blind eye, hesitantly sitting on the chair that was at your study desk.

There was a surprisingly comfortable silence between the two of you until Peter decided to make it awkward for himself. He quickly thought up a question to ask you in attempt to break apart the silence. “What school do you go to?”

Peter winced. He already knew the answer to that one.

“Midtown,” you said, smiling at him. You hoped he was smiling back under his mask.

Peter was smiling. Gently, but still smiling. There was something different to you now that you were removed from the previous environment, your actions more comfortable and your smiles more real. He watched as you made your way across your room, picking up the textbooks and study materials that were left scattered on your bed.

“Cool,” he said, shortly. “I’ve uh, I’ve heard it’s a pretty good school.”

“Yeah, it’s a great school.” You nodded your head, flattening out the covers on your bed once it was clear of stationary. “There’s great people-well, some great people.”

“Some?” Peter hoped he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries but his curiosity got the best of him. He liked to think the two of you were friends when he was just Peter Parker and not Spider-Man.

“I don’t really have many friends,” you replied, shrugging only your right shoulder. “Just a few. Maybe three or four.”

“Oh.”

“Sorry,” you muttered, your eyes flitting back and forth between the spaces around the masked hero sitting at your study desk. There wasn’t much for the both of you to talk about but you doubted he wanted to hear about how unsuccessful your social life was. “I don’t really know why you’d find that interesting or anything.”

“No, I-I do find it interesting,” Peter frowned, pursing his lips before speaking again. “Of course I find it interesting.”

You bit your lip, taking a seat at the edge of your bed. Looking down at your hands, you fiddled with your nails as you enjoyed the comfortable silence between you and Spider-Man. There was definitely a calm that he brought into your room and you were thankful for it. This room was the site of a lot of your stresses and to be able to breathe for the few minutes without them was a relief you didn’t know you needed.

Time went by slowly and after forty-five minutes, you found that you were lying comfortably on top of your sheets, a book held tightly in your hand as Spider-Man tapped away at his phone. It was a comical sight at first, seeing Spider-Man doing something so mundane as playing Candy Crush.

He glanced up from his phone, catching sight of how your eyes began to droop slowly. Under the mask, Peter felt the corners of his mouth tickle against the soft fabric as they curved upward. Slowly, your eyes fluttered to a shut, your breath evening out as you fell asleep.

There was something oddly intimate about seeing the exact moment that you fell asleep. Peter felt lucky to have seen it but convinced himself that it would have been the same if it were anybody else. He slowly pushed himself off of the chair, taking one last glance at you before leaving your bedroom and checking if the front door was locked. It was.

Deciding that he was better off leaving from the window and swinging back to the apartment he shared with his aunt, he made his way back to your room and as quietly as he could without waking you. Taking one last glance at you, he carefully opened the window, and squeezed through it, making sure to close it behind him.

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feelings are fatal (2/?)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, past steve rogers x reader

word count: 4,414

summary: After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain.

chapter warnings: swearing

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a/n: This chapter just has a lot of fluff.  And a little bit of angst that comes with a flashback.

You stared at the motorcycle in front of you, crossing your arms over your chest.  “There’s no way in hell I’m getting on that thing.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you as he held out the helmet he had been trying to get you to put on.  “Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not,” you said, eyes narrowed.  “And you can’t make me.”

“Y/N, this is the best way to get to the city.”  He looked at you as though you had grown another head, his sea blue eyes piercing you.  “You’re getting on this bike.”

“No,” you said firmly.  Memories of riding on a similar bike were flashing through your mind, of wrapping you arms around a strong torso and nuzzling your head into his back.  The wind whipping through your hair, the rumble of the motorcycle beneath you.

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Unfair

Summary: She can’t  help but get frustrated at her inability to leave behind little love marks, but Bucky doesn't mind. After all, it is his birthday and spending time with her trying to solve this dilemma is all he could've wished for. 

A/N: Hi guys!!!! It’s been exactly one month since I last posted a fic and im so excited to be able to share this one with you guys!! It is my (super late) entry to the beautiful @sgtjbuccky ‘s challenge! I am so sorry Sal, for taking this long to post! Thank you, though, for being so kind and understanding! It’s also Bucky’s birthday today, so I knew I had to write something fluffy just for him! Thank you all so much reading and I hope you guys like this one. 

It happened every time, and yet the little sounds of disapproval that came from her as she ran her lips across his neck, randomly stopping for a playful frustrated bite, always made him chuckle. 

She laid on top of him, both cozily surrounded by the mess of blankets they had not bothered to fix after last night’s pre-birthday festivities. Her warm body pressed so nicely against his as he wrapped his arm around her waist to bring her even closer. 

“It's not fair,” he heard her whisper, her breath tickling his neck as she found yet another spot on his neck. 

With furrowed brows she raised her head, staring back at him with those lovely eyes of hers. The morning light seeping through his parted curtains cast the prettiest of glows on her adorable pout. She was frustrated, and it made her even more loveable. If she didn't already have his heart, that little pout of hers would’ve won him over in a second. He couldn't quite remember what had officially made his heart hers, but that pout surely was at the top of the list — probably tied with the beauty of her eyes, the warmth of her soul, and the sound of her laugh. 

The happiness he was feeling at having her so close, feeling so wrapped up in her warmth, was evident in the way his lips so easily turned up into a genuine smile.

 “You already tried last time, doll, and it didn’t work.”

“I know,” she said slightly defeated, that pout of hers beautifully intact as she let her eyes roam his neck once more hoping to find the perfect spot. “Still doesn’t make it fair.”

He let his head turn to one side, giving her ample room to continue her exploration of his neck. The gentle pattern she was tracing on his neck with her soft, warm lips was enough for him to feel his eyes close on their own volition. The way her breath fanned across his neck raising goosebumps on their path had his breath quicken. She always had this effect on him. Always could make his already fast-paced heart beat just a little bit faster. Running a mile in less than 5 minutes barely had any effect on his breathing, and yet one simple kiss from her made him breathless.

And ever since she had discovered this little thing about him, their mornings would often be filled with this; her laying directly on top of him trying to find just one tiny spot where she could leave a slight mark.

Her discovery had come in the middle of an incredible night, one the Bucky often thought back to. He had let his lips and hands roam every inch of her body, had taken in those beautiful sounds he was bringing out of her, and he had playfully left a few marks where only he could see. Gently he had sucked a tiny bruise right below her collar bone, letting his tongue soothe and kiss over it, making her squirm much to his delight. With a challenging smile she had turned them over, finding the same spot on him but as she came up her brows had instantly furrowed.

“What?” he had heard her ask quietly only to have her bring her lips over the same spot again saying there for just a little bit longer.

“What’s the matter, darling?” he had asked after she had done the same thing three times, letting his hands continue to roam up and down her sides.

“It won't stay,” she had almost whined, bringing her lips back to the same spot for the fourth time. “It just disappears.”

“What disappears?”

“Wait, give me a sec,” he had heard her say as she found a new spot right below his jaw.

“You’re playing dirty, sweetheart,” he had chuckled as he felt her gently suck a new mark where most people would be able to see.

But there wasn’t a teasing look on her features. Instead one of confusion remained.

“Why doesn’t it stay?” she said a little louder this time, finding yet another spot.

“You haven’t told me what’s so confusing, doll,” he reminded her, turning his head to the side as she pressed her lips to various spots on his neck.

“The mark, Bucky,” she had said, frustration slowly seeping in her voice. “It’s there for like a second, and then it goes away. Look.”

With that, she had gotten up grabbing his hand and pulling him into their bathroom, the bright lights blinding them for a second.

“Look,” she repeated as she brought her lips to his neck once more, but his eyes had remained on her reflection. With the lights on, every inch that he had kissed was now on display for him; something she immediately noticed. “Focus Bucky,” she had giggled. Gently he felt her suck another mark, but as soon as her lips came up, he saw the slight bruise immediately disappear. “Why does it go away? I want it to stay, Buck.”

A chuckle had washed over him after he almost immediately understood what was happening.

“Darling,” he had begun, his arms wrapping around her waist to bring her close again. It hadn’t been more than a few minutes, but still, his body craved hers. “It’s the serum. You know how I can heal broken ribs in a few days? I guess I can heal your cute little marks in seconds.”

“What?” her voice had become scandalized. “How is that fair?!”

“I thought you liked the fact that I healed fast,” he had teased.

“Yes, when there are bullets flying in your direction, but not when I want to leave a little mark.”

“Guess you’re just going to have to try a little harder, doll. I won’t complain if you want to continue your study for a few more hours.”

And she had. Unwilling to give up she had tried her hardest but the serum, of course, wouldn’t let her succeed.

And now she once again laid on top of him, months later, her lips desperately trying to find just one spot that would succumb to her.

“You’re the worst,” he heard her whisper, her voice and the laugh that followed muffled by her proximity to his neck.

“I mean, you’ve only tried my neck, sweetheart. Who’s to say other parts of my body aren’t weaker?”

Her head instantly came up, eyes full of that playful glint he adored. He mimicked her expression, eyes playful, eyebrows wiggling, hoping it would be enough to lead them both to continue the fun they had started last night.

“I know what you’re thinking Bucky Barnes,” she laughed. “Keep looking at me like that and see what happens.”

“Is that supposed to encourage me to continue or threaten me to stop. Because I’m really excited to see what’s gonna happen if I continue.”

“Only one way to find out I guess.”

“It is my birthday today, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is,” she smiled, biting her lip in the way she knew made him go crazy. “Happy Birthday.”

“Guess, I’ll take my chances and continue,” he said, letting his eyes continue to gaze into hers with that playful glint.

“Oh, it’s on, Sarge,” she said as she let her lips crash into his with a laugh. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

His birthday was just beginning, but having her here, both taking their time to explore each other already made it the best birthday he’d ever had. 

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[mendespideys]

you keep us safe

Pairing: Reader x Mob!Tom Holland

Warnings: implied sex, a few bad words - that’s it

Prompt: “You bring out the best in me, but I bring out the worst in you.” 

A/N: this is for my blurb tuesday, so send in some prompts! this prompt is from @presidentbttrflyfreak ☺︎ hope you like it!

“How was he today?” 

Tom’s question comes out of the blue and startles you. Clutching your shirt where your accelerating heart is, a surprised yelp escapes you. Frantically, you turn around to inspect Asher’s room. Much to your relief, his bedroom door is still closed and you can’t hear any cries. Composing yourself, you return your focus back to your husband, narrowing your eyes at him. 

“Shit. Don’t do that again. You scared me,” you scold, heading toward your own bedroom, knowing he’ll follow on on your tail. “He was good. Missed his daddy, though.” 

With a sigh, Tom closes the door gently behind him as you take a seat on the unnecessarily big bed. From the moment you had gotten involved with Tom, you knew how demanding and dangerous his choice of profession was. You learned quickly that his job was time-consuming and it had been difficult to get your schedules to cooperate. A year and a half into your relationship, you had moved into Tom’s house. Five months later, you were married and eight months after that, your son Asher had been born. 

It had been quite the shock once the news of your pregnancy was revealed. The two of you were still young and, frankly, still hadn’t discussed the topic of family. Then, there was also the whole mobster ordeal to think about. Truth to be told, you had expected Tom to be furious when you told him. He had sat silently for a moment before pulling you into his arms, giving you endless promises of keeping the two of you safe. He hadn’t been joking. From the moment you began showing - when the realness of everything hit him - he had doubled security, and spent less and less time at work. That was, of course, until your son made his arrival. 

“You know I have work to do,” Tom defends half-heartedly. “I’ll spend time with him tomorrow. I only have one thing to take care of and then I’m all yours.” 

“I know,” you sigh, meeting his dark orbs. “I’m sorry, Tommy. What’s going on tomorrow? Haz said it was important.” 

Tom nods. “Damn Harrison can never keep his mouth shut. Don’t worry your pretty, little head, alright, darling? It’s, uh, it’s better if you don’t know.” 

“You do realize that I’m not the innocent, little girl I was when we met? I’m your wife and the mother of your child, and I know what you do. You can tell me. It won’t scare me off,” you reassure instantly. 

Tom sighs, running a hand through his curls. Standing up from the bed, you make your way over to him quietly. He stands still and lets you approach, immediately softening under the touch of your hand. You caress his cheekbone softly with your thumb, waiting for him to open up about his thoughts. You knew him well enough now to know there was a reason behind him not wanting to tell you. The room is silent and you wait patiently for him to begin talking. It takes a moment until he does. 

“You bring out the best in me, and I bring out the worst in you,” he states, his apologetic eyes meeting yours once again. “You were so sweet and pure when I met you, and now I dragged you into the worst and most impure business on the planet. You don’t deserve this. You-”

You interrupt him by pressing your lips against his. He responds to the kiss immediately, his hand tangling in your hair. It’s short and sweet, exactly what both of you needed. Pulling away, you press one last kiss to his chin. He hums at the feeling and you smile confidently, loving how easy it was for you to affect England’s toughest mob boss. A chuckle escapes your husband when he sees your grin, making you smile even wider. 

“I chose this. Asher and I need you. You keep us safe. Don’t you ever doubt that, okay?” you ask, although it sounds more like a statement. Grabbing his hand in yours, you tug him along over to the bed. “Now, come to bed and I’ll show you how impure I can be.” 

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Love After You  (Pt.1)

Summary: In a time of ballrooms and ballgowns, a looming war threatens to bring darkness. Still, love finds a way to cut through. Some loves, you find, come slowly. Others, come unexpectedly. Could either one survive the war that is to come?

A/N: This series will be tagged as Bucky x reader despite its beginning… I guess that’s all I can say for now but don’t kill me!! I promise Bucky will show up. I am so nervous and excited to share this story with you guys! Its been a long time coming lol. I have to say thank you to some amazing and wonderful ladies who have helped and motivated me with this story. Thank you to @all1e23 , @kentuckybarnes , @teamcap4bucky , and @delicatelyherdreams for putting up with me in these needy times lol. Quick note: this story takes place in a made up town :D I really hope you all enjoy this story! Thank you so much for reading!! 

You’d waited too long for this, but he’s here now. 

His strong arms encircle your waist, bringing you close as if determined not to let even the tiniest of distances exist between your bodies. His fingers play with the silk bow that rests on the back of your dress, delicately gliding the fabric between his fingers, silently reveling in the softness of the material. He didn’t get to enjoy much softness as of late. 

And as if this tender gesture isn’t enough to have you melting in his arms, his lips find yours, driving your already fast heartbeat even higher. 

Everything about him is so present, so real. He’s not just in a dream or in a distant memory. He’s here, and you can’t help but let your fingers trail up to get lost in his neatly combed blonde hair as he slowly walks you both backward until you’re pressed against a pillar of the gazebo. 

“God, I missed you,” he whispers, voice breathless, blue eyes looking back at you with nothing but adoration. “Every day, every minute, every second.” 

Your response is cut short as he captures your lips again, this time using the pillar you’re pressed up again to somehow manage to bring you even closer.  

It isn’t proper. It isn’t allowed, and yet none of that matters, not now. 

Your soldier is home, and everything else can wait. 

With a sigh he parts from the kiss, lips immediately turning up into a dopey smile. 

“What is it, Rogers?” you ask with a giggle, fingers gently gliding along his jaw, then sliding down to play with the buttons of his military jacket. 

You always did love the way the navy of his uniform only made his steel blue eyes that much more breathtaking. 

“Just missed you, sweetheart,” he replies with a whisper still very much enjoying the way your fingers just couldn’t seem to stop caressing him. 

“Would you believe me if I said I missed you more?” 

“I don’t think that’s possible,” he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you once more. “Ever lived with more than 20 men? All of them in desperate need of freshening up but too tired to even try. After a day, I was missing the way you always smell so nice.” 

To make his point, he lowers his head to the crook of your neck, leaving small kisses as he takes in your fresh scent. 

“Is that all you missed?” you ask in mock hurt, giggling as his hot breath dances along your neck. “And only because you were surrounded by men?” 

“That was just the first day,” he laughs, bringing his head back up. “By the first night, I was missing how you look like an absolute angel in that blue dress of yours. The one with the flowers. Trust me, sweetheart, there are no angels in the barracks. Second day had me missing your voice. That lovely way you say my name. By the end of the week, I considered deserting just to be with you again.”

 “You did not,” you laugh with a joy only he can bring out. “Corporal Rogers, you are too good of a man and soldier to ever desert. Not even for me.” 

“Well, I came close,” he says with a tender voice before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Love makes you think crazy thoughts, sweetheart. What’s military prison if I can have my love in my arms sooner?” 

Those eyes of his were your weakness. It had all started with his tender gaze- that soft expression you grew desperately fond of. It had invited you to get to know that handsome young man across the way only to fill your heart with love for him the more you got to know him. 

“I love you,” you confess as if for the first time. Your heart always managing to race whenever you spoke those words. 

In a soft gesture, he presses his lips to yours once more. This time taking his time, gently parting your lips, drinking in your soft hums of content. 

“Miss! Miss!” an intruding voice comes from behind. Reality suddenly catching up to you both. 

A gazebo wasn’t the best place to hide, but all you had worried about was getting to Steve as fast as possible and a gazebo tucked behind a church seemed like the perfect place to reunite with your soldier. Yes, that decision was more based on how fast you could there than how adequately it could hide you both and now, seeing Abigail, your lady’s maid, rushing up the steps of the gazebo, you hoped nobody had caught sight of you and Steve. 

Sometimes precautions are thrown to the wind when it comes to love. Or as Steve had put it- Love makes you think crazy thoughts, sweetheart. 

“Miss,” Abigail says once more through labored breaths. “The service is over.” 

“That must have been the fastest service in the history of the town,” Steve pouts, an unmissable hint of disappointment in his voice. 

“Must have been,” you agree. 

You had just gotten there, and now you had to leave. 

“I’ll send you a message with Abigail as soon as I can,” he says, reaching out, gently turning you to face him. “I’ll see you soon, I promise,” his eyes bright with hope. 

Your voice would surely break, so instead, you respond with a nod already hating the distance once again growing between you both. 

“Before you go, sweetheart,” you hear him whisper, reaching into one of the pockets of his jacket. “I brought you back this little present. Thought only someone as pretty as you should have something as pretty as this.” 

In his hands is a small, silver, heart-shaped box. The rays of sunlight that make their way across the gazebo hit the silver box, creating little flares that somehow manage to add more beauty to the already gorgeous gift. 

“Steve,” you say in a hushed voice. Your voice breaking, this time from happiness. 

Sensing the need for privacy, you hear Abigail descend the steps of the gazebo, giving you both some space. 

“Open it,” he smiles, moving the box closer to you. 

With gentle fingers, you open the top, instantly tearing up as you hear a soft tune begin to play. 

In a shy quiet voice meant just for you, Steve begins to sing along with the melody. 

“Let me call you Sweetheart, I'm in love with you. Let me hear you whisper that you love me too. Keep the love-light glowing in your eyes so true. Let me call you Sweetheart, I'm in love with you.” 

A tint of pink dusts his cheeks as he sings the last words, leaving you utterly speechless. 

You weren’t sure what you had done right or how you had been lucky enough to get to love the man that stood before you. The man that took your breath away with his kisses. The man that stole your words with his romantic gestures. The man that made you happier than you had ever thought. 

Yet somehow, the stars had aligned, and you had met the love of your life. 

“I love you,” you say through tears after a few beats of silence hoping he understood just how much you meant it. Hoping you were capable of putting all your heart into those three words that somehow didn’t seem adequate enough to express your feelings for him. 

“And I love you,” he says, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before putting the box in your hands, “I’ll see you soon, sweetheart,” he promises. 

A promise you’d heard before. A set of words that both elevated and crushed your heart. 

“I’ll see you soon,” you repeat, already missing him. 

With a heavy heart, you make your way down the steps feeling Steve’s gaze on you. 

The day would come, you knew, when you would no longer need to hide, but for now, any moment with Steve, veiled or not, meant everything to you. The rest of the world could wait, the man who calls you sweetheart is home, and that is everything you need.

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Hey! Could I be added to your 18 months tag list pls? Thanks darl xx

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