#they’re both weird silly boys even if Steve doesn’t know it yet

[pizzaqueen]

Steve has to wear jeans all summer, even on the hottest days when all he wants is to wear shorts, because Eddie keeps biting his legs (mostly his thighs). Honestly, he’d never admit it, but he doesn’t mind the biting—maybe even likes it—it’s just that sometimes Eddie leaves bite marks and they’re getting hard to explain

(This starts before they get together by the way)

[rebeccccccaaa]

ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ

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ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (𝟷𝟾+)

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Soft romantic Valentine’s Day sex with Peter, bonus points if it’s their first time.. or maybe their first Valentine’s Day being married 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (since it’s way past v-day, i did like a tony’s gala/charity party thing hope that’s ok)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: smut 18+, super fluffy and silly smut, virginsssss

Tw: harassment/sexual assault

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hey bug I’m still trying to get used to the whole writer thing it’s still a pretty new concept but thank you for being so patient with me! I tried to make this a realistic when it comes to first time sex as possible, it pretty awkward and goofy, a little sudden, but i think it’s pretty cute

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Peter couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You moved so gracefully between the bodies of rich chatty folk. Now that you both were adults it was mandatory according to Tony that you guys had to attend these things. Peter wished he could go back to when you two would watch Star Wars and play video games up in your room during these boring parties.

“Dude, you gotta just grow a pair and ask her on a date,” Sam interrupted.

“Come on man. It’s not that easy,” he argued.

“Yeah it is; you just go up to her and say, ‘Hey I think you’re hot, I’m in love with you, Let’s fuck’,” Sam joked.

“Hey, no. They’re virgins. They don’t ‘fuck’,” Nat said amusingly. 

“What! No- I- uh,” Peter stammered over his words heavily as Nat, Sam, Bucky and Steve laughed around him; not at him of course, well maybe Sam. 

“Hey man it’s ok,” Steve reassured.

“Yeah, Steve is still a virgin,” Bucky joked, making Steve push him unamused.

“Seriously though, it’s ok having not done anything. Virginity and purity culture is gross and weird and way too fetishized nowadays. You do it when you feel comfortable and with someone you completely trust; and remember just like everything else, practice makes perfect,” Nat winked at Peter, making him blush. 

Peter thought about it and honestly he trusted you the most with his life. It wasn’t a secret that Peter really liked you; well apparently it was a secret to you. He was so in love with you but he was positive you didn’t feel the same way. You were so beautiful there was no way in your right mind that you’d even look in his direction.

You were talking with some douche at the bar. Peter hated how close he was standing to you. He didn’t think he deserved someone as special as you but he certainly knew that someone like that guy didn’t deserve even your attention let alone a conversation. Although looking at it, it seems like you’re just listening and he’s yapping away.

“You’re like one of the hottest bitches I’ve ever met,” the guy slurred.

You’ve been stuck with this guy for the past twenty minutes. Every time you think you could slip away he tugged your arm and pulled you back in. this guy was drunk off his ass and every slurred word went through one ear and out the other. 

“I need to use the restroom, excuse me,” you tried to leave.

“That’s not gonna work on me princess, come here,” he grabbed your waist and you moved your hands between your bodies.

“Hey, what the hell?” Peter said, noticing the commotion between you and that guy.

The guys looked over and saw that you were clearly uncomfortable and none of them were having it. Peter especially was fuming. This guy's hands were all over you and he knows you didn’t let him. His face buried uncomfortably in your neck and your face held a fearful look. Peter stomped through the crowd to help you.

“Hey man, get your hands off of her,” Peter said sternly. 

“Oh, ho, ho. Cute,” the guy mocked.

“Lay off kid. Help a brother out,” he slurred.

“Peter,” you whispered desperately.

“She doesn’t seem interested, so back off,” Peter pushed him. 

“I’m not gonna tell you again, kid. Leave us alone, sometimes women might not say what they want but they always want it,” he growled disgustingly. Peter looked at you and saw nothing but terror and fright; there was no way in hell he was leaving you.

“Hey, man. We’re gonna give you ten seconds to get the fuck out here,” Nat said intimidatingly; but with a man’s misogynistic ego that big he surprisingly didn’t back down.

“Now,” Steve’s voice boomed loudly towering over him.

“What are you gonna about it?” he mocked.

Bucky wasn’t having it either and grabbed his collared-shirt with his metal and dragged him towards the exit. 

“If I ever see your ugly ass face again, I’ll kill you,” Bucky’s voice shook the man and he scurried away.

You looked at Peter and hugged him tightly softly crying into his shoulder. He held you tightly and whispered softly in your ear soothing you. You couldn’t get rid of him and you didn’t want to think about what could’ve happened if Peter and the rest of the guys didn’t help you.

“Sorry, for the ruckus,” you whispered, noticing the people watching confusedly at you guys.

“Don’t be, guy was a total piece of shit. Are you ok?”

“Can we just leave?” you asked him.

“Of course,” Peter held your hand tightly and led towards the elevator.

“Hey kids, you guys ok? Steve told me what happened,” Tony asked you two.

“We’re gonna go upstairs now,” Peter told him quietly.

“Of course,” Tony said remorsefully.

“Kid?” Tony whispered to Peter, “Use protection.”

“Seriously, Mr. Stark?”

“Hey, I’m kidding. I’m kidding; take care of her will ya?”

“Your room or mine?” Peter asked you.

“Yours.”

“Can we watch a movie or something?”

“Yeah.”

Peter gave you his clothes for you to change comfortably in and you went to the bathroom to change. In the meantime Peter too changed into a tight black shirt and sweats. Suddenly he heard the door open slightly and you peeked your head out worriedly.

“Uh Pete,” you called him.

“Is everything alright?”

“The uh, the pants you gave me? They don’t fit,” you whispered shyly.

“Oh no, uh ok hold on,” Peter scurried to find another pair.

You opened the door wider tugging his shirt in holes it might cover your modesty; this was the most undressed you’ve ever been in front of a boy. Peter looked back at you frantically but definitely did a double take seeing your bare legs so exposed. 

“Sorry, I can’t seem to find anything,” he stuttered a bit.

“It’s ok, the shirt’s pretty long,” you tiptoed to the bed covering yourself with the blanket.

“Sorry about you know,” he sat with you.

“It’s ok. I just kinda wish I was more like Nat. You know then maybe I wouldn’t have been in that situation, I’d be able to kick his butt,” you chuckled. But Peter didn’t.

“Hey, you weren’t in that situation because you weren’t physically strong, it was because that guy was the scum of the earth.”

“Thanks, Pete,” you placed your hand on top of his; Peter’s stomach flipped when you did. 

“Peter?” you asked him.

“What?”

“You’re staring,” you smiled.

“Sorry,” he looked away shyly. 

You and Peter sat on the bed as a movie played. It was one of your favorites and you couldn’t help marvel at the best scenes; your laugh was infectious. Peter couldn’t help but ogle at you. He thought you were so beautiful and funny. He wonders why you’ve never had a boyfriend. Any guy would be so lucky to be yours; expect that fucker who put his hands on you

“Y/n?” he asked sheepishly.

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t you have a boyfriend? If you don’t want to answer it’s ok, I realize that probably sounds invasive, and-”

“It’s ok. I uh- I don’t know. I guess guys don’t like me like that? What about you, you haven’t dated since MJ.”

“I- uh, ok uh- Ok you got me there,” he laughed. 

“It’s just I asked because you’re uh, well, it’s no secret you’re very pretty, Y/n. Any guy would be so lucky to be your boyfriend,” Peter blushed.

“Thanks, Peter. I don’t know, guys are just too,” you couldn’t necessarily find the words.

“Obnoxious, irritating, rude, aggressive,” he finished making you laugh. 

“No, well, yes, but I guess the word would be… overbearing. Guys are so pretentious, you know. And not to mention they want everything but the kitchen sink in a girl. And I don’t have that. Guys don’t look at me and think, ‘Wow, she's the most beautiful girl ever. I want to date her’,” you explained with a faint chuckle. 

“I think that,” Peter blurted out.

“Well, then I wish more guys were like you, Peter,” you said smoothly. 

You and Peter both hadn’t realized the space between you two closing in. Your faces were mere inches apart and you both felt hot and flushed, yet neither one of your wanted to pull away. The sound of the movie playing in the background was drowned out for a second but now it was almost as if it was the loudest thing bursting your eardrums. 

You quickly snapped your head back to the TV breathing out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You could see the disappointment on Peter’s face when you did out of the corner of your eye but you didn’t think it was appropriate right now. Besides, the last thing you wanted to do was kiss a boy after what happened downstairs. 

You crawled back and tucked the rest of your body under the sheets and Peter did too. You felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest; terrified that with his heightened senses he could hear your heartbeat. 

He could; and that made his beat faster too.

You two watched the movie in silence after getting yourselves comfortable. Peter’s lights were off and a small lamp along with the bright TV was the only thing illuminating the room. It felt small but you managed. 

You felt like you couldn’t focus on the movie with Peter laying so close to you. You could practically feel his body heat radiating off of him and you wished so badly that you had the courage to tell him how much you liked him. 

You didn’t think he liked you back but after what he said about wanting to date you, you weren’t so doubtful that he felt that way too now. You finally started focusing on the movie again trying your best to not think about Peter but that didn’t help at all considering the two characters … kissing, if that’s what you want to call it.

Your eyes slightly widen seeing the man’s hand crawl up the woman’s shirt. Her gasps and moans seemed louder than you remembered. You could see Peter shifted beside you as the things on the screen became more and more heated. 

“I forgot about this scene,” you cringed at yourself.

“It’s ok, you uh, do you want to watch a different movie?”

“Sure,” you squeaked.

Peter put a new movie on but neither of you could get the images out of your heads. Without the other knowing, you both wondered what it would be like, feel like if Peter’s hands roamed your body that way. Bringing goosebumps to your skin. The way your soft gasps and moans would sound against the shell of Peter’s ear. 

You couldn’t help the wetness pooling between your thighs wondering what Peter would do first. You wondered if he’d ever been with another girl and if he did, well that didn’t sit right with you. You swallowed and unbeknownst to you Peter could sense everything. 

He knew how much your breathing quickened after. He could feel the rapid beating of your heartbeat after watching only seconds of that scene. He could smell the sweet arousal coming out of you as you softly clenched your thighs in a desperate attempt to stop the feeling. 

He shifted beside you embarrassed that he was thinking about these things with you. You would hate him if you found out. But you would really?

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something? Promise you won’t get mad?” Oh no. You were really doing this?

“I could never get mad at you,” he said sincerely.

“Have you ever, you know, done it?” you asked shyly.

“Oh, uh no actually. MJ and I never really talked about that and we broke up before really anything happened.”

“Oh, cool.” 

There was awkward silence between you two not really knowing what was to come next. You wanted him, bad. You just got this urge suddenly to feel him, know what he sounded like. You felt a bit embarrassed and thought there was no way he was gonna want to do anything like that with you.

“Do you wanna…?” Or maybe so.

“Only if you want to.”

“Is that bad that I kinda do? Look,” Peter faced you more comfortably and closer, “I really like you. Like a lot. I know I probably shouldn’t and it’s like super inappropriate right now but I can’t help it. You’re like the most beautiful and most perfect girl I’ve ever met. And I really want to show you but I’d never do anything to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.”

“Peter, I really like you too. There’s no one I trust more than you, seriously,” you sat on your knees facing him too. You smiled at each other warmly and you started to feel warmer than before.

“Can I kiss you?” Peter whispered.

“Please.”

Peter inches closer to you and gently cupped your jaw pulling you in to kiss you. Your eyes fluttered close and butterflies erupted in your stomach. You moved your knee to move closer to him unfortunately directly on top of the remote. 

The volume turned up and startled you both, the laughter and music from the cartoon on the TV echoing in the room. You pulled back sharply, accidentally biting Peter’s lip but he didn’t seem to care all that much as he grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. 

“I’m so sorry! I think I bit your lip,” you panicked and cringed.

“It’s ok, it’s ok,” he laughed; his laugh was so charming and contagious you could help but giggle too. 

“I’m sorry,” you repeated.

“Don’t be, it was an accident,” he chuckled.

“Now where were we,” he smirked and leaned in to kiss you again. 

Your hands went through his hair and you sighed contently as his lips moved perfectly against. You kissed people before but they’ve never felt this amazing. Peter’s tongue pushed past your lips and you gladly let him in. You melted against him and he placed his hand on your back and pushed back slowly to lay your back against the bed. 

That didn’t work out because you weren’t really in a good position to lay down without moving so you tumbled to the floor making Peter gasp.

“Are you ok?” he laughed.

You head shot up from the ground with a big dopey smile on your face. You crawled back up to bed laughing.

“I’m ok, just took me by surprise,” you giggled.

“Sorry, the mood’s totally ruined now I guess,” he smiled sadly.

“Well, I still wouldn’t mind if we tried one more time,” you said timidly.

“Yeah?” you nodded.

“Ok, uh can I uh, is this ok?” Peter had you straddling his lap and your stomach fluttered with anticipation and arousal.  

“More than.”

Peter leaned up and kissed you again, his fingertips sneaking up your shirt and grazing the soft skin of your belly. Your body shudders but you wanted more. You wanted him to make you squirm and wiggle. 

Peter tugged on the hem of the shirt silently asking if he could remove it. You hesitated but eventually lifted your arms up to let him undress you. Your skin was bare in front of him and this was the first you’d ever been shirtless in front of anyone.

Your arms instinctively covered your chest in modesty but Peter grabbed your hands and smiled softly letting you know that there was nothing to hide. You swallowed hard. Nervous about the current situation. You weren’t scared, you were far from it, but it seemed no matter how many times you imagined this, how many times you went over in your head what you would do, you still felt unprepared and clueless about what to do.

“Do you want to stop?” Peter whispered.

“No, I just don’t know what to do,” you giggled.

“I uh, I can kiss you again,” he suggested, making you nod your head.

Peter captured your lips in a kiss once again, he felt like he could stay like this in your arms and you in his forever. He lifted his own shirt and you were taken by surprise considering you’ve never actually since completely shirtless. There were times when his shirt would rise with his hoodie being taken off but never fully off and it’s all of its muscle glory. 

“Peter,” you breathed out.

“Yeah?” he smirked.

You rubbed your gentle hands faintly across his torso and chest marveling at his physique. 

“I didn’t realize how uh, fit, you are,” you gasped.

“It kinda came with the bite, and training of course,” he grinned. 

“I mean look at you; you are even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said.

He leaned forward and kissed along your chest, his hands roaming over your skin. Your breathing became heavy and your hands rested awkwardly on Peter’s shoulders. 

“Relax, princess. I got you. I promise I’m gonna take really good care of you,” he laid you down again, sideways his time so you wouldn’t fall off the bed again. 

He kissed you again before trailing his lips down your throat. You bit your lip smiling basking in the feeling of Peter’s lips against your burning skin. 

“Peter, please. I need more,” you whined. 

“Like…?” he trailed.

“I’m ready. For you,” you whispered against his lips.

Peter groaned and crawled over you eagerly and opened the drawer grabbing a condom. His torso was directly over your head and you took that opportunity to treat him the same way pressing kisses to his torso. 

“Baby,” he snickered.

“What, you don’t like my kisses?” you smiled.

“I love your kisses,” he smirked.

You watched him stand up and slowly pulled his sweats and boxers down. He kept his eyes trained on you making sure he wasn’t gonna scare you or anything. He saw your face fill with fear, confusion, shock; it didn’t matter so he pulled his pants quickly back up. 

“Wait,” you shouted.

“What happened?” you were confused. You thought things were going well, you were excited and aroused when Peter pulled his pants down. The sight of his impressive member surprising you and making you wetter.

“I thought you were uncomfortable,” Peter panicked.

“No! Please Peter! I want to have sex with you so bad!” you shouted dramatically making him laugh.

“Please take your pants off again,” you crawled up to him and grabbed his neck pulling him close. 

“As you wish, baby,” he kissed you and quickly wiggled out of his pants. You took the condom in your hand and carefully tore the foil. You pulled the ring of latex out unsure of what to do next. Peter gently tilted your head up and kissed you softly before taking the condom from your hands.

“I got this, you just get ready and sit pretty for me,” his words made you shudder. You quickly sat back and practically tore off your panties, tossing them across the room. You could see the light in Peter’s eyes started to fade and you could tell he was getting nervous. 

���Hey, having second thoughts?” you asked softly.

“No, it’s just, I don't really know what I’m doing either,” he stammered.

“Well, I don’t really have anyone to compare, so,” you reassured him.

“I just don’t wanna ruin anything. What if I'm not good?” he said.

“Well, practice makes perfect. So let’s start practicing!” you cheered. 

Peter bit his lip and pumped his aching cock a few times. You settled back and opened your legs a bit and Peter settled himself in. His hands trembled as he grabbed his dick and lined it up to your entrance and your breathing quickened. 

He slid past your folds quite rapidly and you grunted. Peter noticed the discomfort and his hips pulled back too far causing his member to slip out. You giggled but Peter grunted. 

“It’s ok, it’s ok,” you pulled him close and kissed his nose. 

“Don’t freak out, baby,” you nuzzled your nose against his.

Peter kissed you softly, “You’re too good to me.”

Peter tried again and slowly passed your slicks folds. You moaned softly feeling his girth and Peter’s eyes screwed shut. He dipped his head in the crook of your neck and nibbled on the skin of your ear. You wrapped your legs around his hips pulling closer and Peter grunted.

“Fuck, Y/n. You feel so good,” he moaned.

“Peter,” you moaned.

Peter hips snapped into you rapidly and your moans got louder. His hand reached for yours and intertwined his fingers with yours. He kissed you again before his body trembled over yours. His hips suddenly stopped and he fell forward.

“Pete?” you whispered.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. You felt so good I couldn’t hold back,” Peter whined.

“It’s ok,” you giggled.

“No it’s not,” he grumbled. 

“It’s fine Pete, it was our first time. Don’t sweat it,” you smiled.

“No, sit back, princess. I promised I was gonna take care of you and I fully. Intend. On keeping that promise,” he kissed you in between words. 

You fell back and Peter trailed kisses down your front. His hands rubbed your thighs softly pressing faint kisses to the inside of them. Peter looked admirably between your thighs. He licked his lips and looked up at you almost innocently making your stomach flip at the sight.

“Fuck,” Peter whispered before licking up your slit.

“Peter,” you gasped.

He flicked his tongue over your clit and your hips jolted forward. You wiggled and moved under him gasping and whimpering his name. Peter used his strength and pressed your hips down hard as he continued to eat you out. 

Your hands flew to his hair tugging and pulling his fluffy curly hair. Your chest moved up and down hastily and sweat lined your forehead. You sat on your elbows and looked down to Peter who’s eyes were closed and his face immensely flushed, cheeks redden. 

His eyes opened and stared directly into your eyes. He came up for a second and smiled cheekily before dipping his tongue passed your entrance once again. The pressure in the pit of your stomach built up and up and up, until finally it snapped and your body arched in pleasure. 

You moaned and shrieked Peter’s name feeling ecstatic, overwhelmed with absolute pleasure. 

“Feeling good?” Peter got up wiping your cum off his chin. 

“Oh my goodness, Pete. You gotta do that again!” he laughed before kissing you.

“How was that?”

“Better than I imagined,” you cupped his face.

“I lo-” Peter stopped himself.

“I love you,” you whispered, finishing his sentence. 

“Good, because I love you too, so much,” he kissed you. Peter tucked you in his bed and crawled beside you holding you close.

“Pete?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” you kissed his jaw.

“For what?”

“For the best night ever,” you ggiled.

“Anytime. Like you said, practice makes perfect.”

“Oh, yeah. I cannot wait until we practice again.”

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ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ: (For all my work)

@mathletemadison​

@buckybarnes101​

[turtle-steverogers]

Mikey im gonna need more thoughts about Stucky laughing/playing during sex … could I tempt you into writing a little ficlet? 👀 I just know they’re the sweetest, happiest boys 😫

Schmmoopy hours officially started with your little hc earlier

PLZ YES CUZ I JUST WANT THEM HAVING FUN SILLY SEX they deserve it

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Bucky’s hands roam over Steve’s front, fingers smoothing across the soft skin of his chest before gently tugging his nipples. Tilting his head back, Steve mouths at Bucky’s jaw, humming pleased when Bucky leans down to kiss him in turn. The space between them is a live wire-- gentle and strong all at once. Bucky buried deep inside him and fucking him with an even rhythm, keeping him close to the edge, but not tumbling over quite yet. And it’s thrilling, the way Bucky knows him well enough to keep him suspended like this.

One of Bucky’s hands wander down to his hip, holding him steady, and Steve moans into Bucky’s mouth as he begins to fuck him faster. He clenches around Bucky, hoping to bring him closer, and Bucky gasps, a moan escaping his throat in turn.

“Nngh.”

Steve breaks the kiss, snickering. “Did that just come out of you?”

Bucky huffs, hips never stilling. “Shut up, you made me do that.”

Steve starts to laugh in earnest, mouthing at Bucky’s throat in apology. “No no, that’s fair, just… you sounded a bit like a strangled cat.”

Bucky squawks, indignant. “I did not.” He pointedly squeezes Steve’s hip harder, even though he’s starting to laugh, too. And fuck, he’s beautiful like this. Elated and sweaty, seamless in the way he presses into Steve so thoroughly. “If anything-- ah, fuck-- I sounded like a very distinguished cat.”

Steve wrinkles his nose, rolling his hips back in time with Bucky’s thrusts. “That doesn’t make any-- ah-- goddamn sense.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not like my brain is very online right now,” Bucky admits, breathless, as he kisses the junction between Steve’s neck and shoulder. He angles his hips to press against Steve’s prostate and gives a few pointed thrusts.

Steve gasps, his resolve slipping as he lets his eyes slide back shut. Bucky chuckles low in his throat, and begins to fuck him faster, hitting his prostate consistently now. Steve loses himself in the sensation, lip caught between his teeth as he sinks into the feeling of Bucky taking him apart.

Bucky stops abruptly, laughing. Opening his eyes, Steve pouts.

“What?” he whines. Bucky tries and fails to contain his giggles as he presses his forehead to the back of Steve’s head.

“Nothing, nothing,” he manages, then laughs again. Steve huffs, rolling his hips back hard enough to make Bucky gasp through his laughs. “Steven. Really, just-- you grunted real funny just now.”

“You’re only saying that because I made fun of your strangled cat moan,” Steve complains, starting to laugh as well.

“No, I’m not! You sounded real weird-- honest,” Bucky says and Steve rolls his eyes.

“Whatever, are you gonna fuck me, or not?”

“I am fucking you.”

“No, you’re not! My poor dick is going soft. Look what you’ve done, you’ve killed the mood!”

“Oh, I killed the mood? You started this, you little shit.”

Bucky starts thrusting again with renewed vigor, and Steve’s jarred forward on the bed. He scrambles for purchase, heat running molten through his veins, and fuck-- he’s suddenly close.

“Jesus, fuck,” he laughs. “You’re insane.”

“Yeah,” Bucky agrees, taking his hips in both hands and kneeling up behind him to fuck him harder. Steve feels himself toe the line of the edge, ready to stumble over at any moment. “Learned it from you.”

And then Steve is coming. Sudden and sharp, pleasure pulsing through him so intensely, he can’t even make himself shout out, mouth open in a silent scream. He feels Bucky follow soon after, moaning deep in his chest as he spreads out over Steve’s back, mouthing at his shoulder as he comes hard inside him.

They come down in tandem, pressed close as Steve feels Bucky’s release drip out of him. He squirms, uncomfortable.

“What?” Bucky slurs.

“Your jizz is on my thighs,” Steve complains, shifting again. He feels Bucky wrinkle his nose against his shoulder.

“Ew. Don’t say that.”

Steve laughs, gasping a little as Bucky pulls out, oversensitive. Bucky flops down next to him on his back, and Steve slumps over, tucking into his side.

“That was good,” he hums, kissing Bucky’s collarbone.

“Yeah?” Bucky smiles at him, rubbing a hand down his bicep. A soft, soothing gesture. “Even though I sounded like a weird cat?”

Steve snorts, resting his head on Bucky’s chest. “Your unpredictable vocal range is the best thing about you. Keeps me on my toes.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, but he’s laughing again. “I’ll make sure to squawk like a bird next time, just to keep you on your toes.”

Steve shoves at Bucky, delighted. “If you ever squawk while you’re fucking me, I will quite literally never let you in me again.”

Bucky shoves him back, then tackles him over to kiss him, loud and sloppy. Steve blushes, staring up at him.

“Somehow,” Bucky murmurs, kissing him softer now. “I really doubt that.”

Steve threads his fingers through the back of Bucky’s hair. “Yeah, yeah,” he says, pulling him back down for another kiss. “You keep telling yourself that.”

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[vivithefolle]

Not sure if you already talked about this. (I’m pretty sure you have) but someone seemed to notice that when the trio get into fights, Hermione’s always in the right. Even when she’s supposed to be wrong she always seems to be half right. That kind of bothers me. Especially since it’s evident in the whole Scabbers situation.

I have indeed, on Quora, so let’s move yet another answer of mine to Tumblr!

Hermione is seldom wrong in the Harry Potter books. Sometimes she makes mistakes but those mistakes are either completely swept under the rug or downright ignored.

It’s partly due to lazy writing and partly due to Rowling’s own growing bias in favour of her Author Avatar that was fuelled by Steve Kloves, the primary advocate of the Hermione Granger Is The Perfect Girl Ever line of thinking (an utterly ridiculous line of thinking mind you).

Lizo: Steve, Hermione is a character that you have said is one of your favorites. Has that made her easier to write?

Steve: Yeah, I mean, I like writing all three, but I've always loved writing Hermione. Because, I just, one, she's a tremendous character for a lot of reasons for a writer, which also is she can carry exposition in a wonderful way because you just assume she read it in a book. If I need to tell the audience something...

JKR: Absolutely right, I find that all the time in the book, if you need to tell your readers something just put it in her. There are only two characters that you can put it convincingly into their dialogue. One is Hermione, the other is Dumbledore. In both cases you accept, it's plausible that they have, well Dumbledore knows pretty much everything anyway, but that Hermione has read it somewhere. So, she's handy.

Now this, right here, is the exact core of the problem.

Rowling herself admits it: if she wants the readers to have information, she puts Hermione in the scene. Hermione is our primary means of exposition because, like *grits teeth* Sssssteve puts it, it’s easy to assume that she’s read about it somewhere and it makes sense.

That’s all well and good but at first, if you notice, Ron also gave us exposition about the wizarding world, mostly about its culture. He was able to recall the exact year of the Wizarding Confederation that outlawed dragon breeding in Philosopher’s Stone! He explained what were respectively a “Mudblood”, a “Squib”, and Parseltongue, Hermione doing a little exposition about the history of that last one! He was also able to identify Sirius, after being dragged into the Whomping Willow, as an Animagi!

But then Goblet of Fire happens and you can notice the first change that will exponentially grow through the books: instead of Ron, pureblood Ron, born-before-the-end-of-the-war Ron, lived-through-the-aftermath-of-the-war Ron, identifying the Dark Mark, it’s instead Hermione, muggleborn Hermione, lived-as-a-Muggle-for-most-of-her-life Hermione, has-no-idea-about-the-emotional-impact-of-the-Mark Hermione who looks terrified as the Dark Mark shoots into the sky!

And it only will get worse, by the end of the series, Hermione pretty much knows about everything the plot needs her to know, instead of having to work with things she knows but can’t always apply to the situation:

Suddenly has a deep knowledge of Magical Law (in the will of Dumbledore’s chapter, while we had Rufus Scrimgeour who could have provided it to us, or to a lesser extent, Ron could have explained how a wizarding will basically worked)

Is suddenly an expert at finding edible plants and mushrooms. Apparently books are always the goddamn answer in JKR’s world, you can literally learn anything from them

She can decipher all the Tales of Beedle the Bard (may I remind you that they were written in Runes, okay Hermione may have a few years of Ancient Runes education BUT I once tried to translate a 3k+ story I had written for fun, from French to English, which means I knew what the subtleties and intentions were, I knew which turns of phrase I had to preserve so it would make sense in the end, and it still took me two gruelling weeks to get a satisfying result!)

Has suddenly grown a sense of quick-thinking (escaping Xenophilius’ house, using the jinx to make Harry’s face weird-looking) despite it being the only remaining flaw she had at the time (remember when she turned her back on her enemy while he was still conscious just to compliment Harry, and almost died as a result, even though she had been training in the DA to learn how to fight Death Eaters?) Quick-thinking under pressure can be learned, but it takes time and a lot of work to force your brain to override its instinct - and it’s fine because we’re all human and different. But no suddenly Hermione is the Greatest Strategist Evah™ and those silly boys (who actually were the original quick-thinking ones, and one of them was established as the strategist early on) better be grateful for this literal goddess because she protects them from all harm with her superhuman brain.

Somehow knows about Quidditch stuff - she knows about a Snitch’s “memory-touch”. Why should she give all the answers? Why can’t Ron give us this particular tidbit of information?

And then when we come to something Ron actually knows, the damn narration itself goes “woah a book that Ron has read but Hermione hasn’t??? shocking!! incredible!! Ron is not dumb, somebody call the news channel”. But… is that really so surprising? We’ve never seen Hermione read wizarding fiction or even Muggle fiction. We’ve never seen Hermione with anything other than schoolbooks in her hands. Of course Ron has read books she hasn’t read since she doesn’t seem to read fiction at all!

Sorry, bit of a tangent over here.

There are only two characters that you can put it convincingly into their dialogue.

So, that’s one part of the problem: the fact that Rowling, after making Ron our insight into magical culture and Hermione our provider of knowledge, ended up saying “eh whatever I guess Hermione can tell us everything we gotta know because it’s more convenient for me”. Which is a decision that was not based on Hermione’s character, but simply lazy writing. Long story short, it probably went: “Could Ron explain this bit of trivia? Meh, better make Hermione say it cause she’ll have read it in a book. It’s convenient and I won’t need to bother myself with exploring Ron’s characterisation.”

(And thus completely forgetting that Ron could maybe ask his big brothers via owl and provide us with a good heap of extra advanced knowledge - Bill is supposed to have aced his NEWTs after all.)

The other part of the problem is quite simply that Hermione is more often than not, either painted as a victim by the narrative (which makes more people take her side, classic manipulation tactic), or made to be right anytime it’s about a plot point.

Hermione’s mistakes are never explicitly stated, corrected, or even pointed out as being unethical.

Hermione only gets one mistake expressedly pointed out as being a mistake: her misadventure in Polyjuice Potion. The rest of them? Even her crush on Lockhart can’t be counted as a mistake - people get crushes all the time, based solely on physical appearance, it’s not something awful or terrible (Except when it’s Ron who crushes on someone. Ron crushing on someone is absolutely forbidden, and he must be punished with much ridicule and humiliation if he thinks he can get away with not worshipping Hermione like the goddess she is. The nerve of him, really.).

Throughout the books Hermione eventually morphs into Rowling’s Powerful Angel of Vengeance, that punishes the people who dared to do something she disliked - Rita is silenced but at a very ethically dubious price; Marietta gets scarred for life because she was more loyal to her mother than to a bunch of people her friend insisted she hang out with; Umbridge is led to a very, very alarming fate that is never made clear but some people have ideas and they’re not all very kid-friendly; Ron first is “helped” without knowing it because Hermione can’t be bothered to have faith in his capabilities, then when he fails to dutifully reward her for “helping” him, she causes him bodily harm before actively bullying him for not mind-reading her interest in him; causes even more bodily harm to Ron because that’s how feminism works; etc.

Hermione’s mistakes are always justified through the plot itself (which is lazy writing).

Turning into a cat? Only affects her.

The Firebolt? Scabbers? Well, in the end, it was really sent by Sirius Black and Crookshanks really wasn’t the culprit. Therefore all the feelings that were hurt and all the trust lost are irrelevant because Hermione was right all along.

Trying to free the house-elves? Well, it’s the intent that counts, right? And we’re never told enough about house-elf lore to know whether they’re poor brainwashed victims or powerful Penate-like symbiotes who need to serve a wizard to survive?

Kidnapping Rita Skeeter, trapping her and blackmailing her? Rita may be one foul little beetle, but that’s going a bit far, isn’t it? Harry approves? Oh, well, I guess it’s okay then…? A main character can’t have a dubious morality, right?

Manipulating Harry into forming Dumbledore’s Army and forcing him to relive a traumatic event with the same woman she’s kidnapped and blackmail and that she knows he hates? In the end, it all works out for the best and Harry’s hurt feelings don’t matter since it’s all about the greater good.

Using the centaurs to get rid of Umbridge (which poses the highly distressing question of what did the centaurs do to her?), realizing that the centaurs aren’t nice little horsies that are going to gently obey her every orders like good Disney princess’ companions, my goodness could this be an opportunity for character growth - nevermind, here comes Grawp the Giant Ex Machina, saving her arse and protecting Hermione from all that scary possibility of introspection. Thanks, Grawp Ex Machina.

Trying to dissuade a highly stressed-out and irrational Harry from rescuing Sirius by telling him exactly what he needed not to hear, a.k.a. “you have a saving people-thing” which causes Harry to completely go bonkers and go save his godfather without thinking twice? Well she was right after all, it was a trap! Nevermind how mind-boggingly insenstive and inadept at dealing with someone else’s feelings she was being, she was right! That means it wasn’t Hermione’s mistake!… probably. (Geez, I’m sensing a pattern here…)

Endangering Cormac’s life (Confunding him WHILE HE’S ON HIS BROOM) to promote Ron’s success? Oh but that’s so romantic! (Yeaaaah, how romantic to display exactly how much faith you lack in your crush. Top it off with a broken neck and that’s a picture perfect first date!)

Assaulting Ron with magic and causing him even more scars than he already had? But he was being cold with her first, right? And he totally should have known she was asking him out! It’s not like her invitation was even worse than his attempt to ask her out two years earlier! Plus she’s just a teenage girl expressing her emotions, anyone who tries to find fault in this is a disgusting abusive misogynist pig! Ha!

Getting all jealous that Harry is better than her at Potions, then pretending she’s not jealous by claiming that TEH BOOK IS EVIL, HARRY, and giving him the cold shoulder too? But no, she’s right, look, Harry used Sectumsempra and he almost killed Draco, nevermind that he’s very horrified about it! Hermione was right, like she always is!

Hermione Obliviating her parents, which pulls her from the “ethically dubious” zone into the “wow okay I’m pretty sure that this counts as a violation of basic human rights” zone, makes her one of those quirky wizardfolk who have the privilege to control those simple-minded Muggles because it’s for the greater good? But nooo she’s crying about it so it’s obviously very sad and angsty and it shows her devotion to the cause!

Splinching Ron while fleeing from the Ministry? Eeeh, but he’s fine, they’ve got Dittany, he’s good as new!… blood loss? Anaemia? What’s that?

Hermione was wrong about the Deathly Hallows not existing? Um, um, that doesn’t matter, LOOK DOBBY IS DEAD AND HARRY IS BACK TO LOOKING FOR THE HORCRUXES!! Therefore Hermione was right, the Hallows weren’t important for their quest, therefore the Hallows might as well not exist, HERMIONE WAS RIGHT NO REALLY I’VE GOT RECEIPTS -

The books never forget to remind Harry and Ron of their own shortcomings and moments of weakness.

Harry’s wrath and recklessness cost Sirius his life. This is the lesson he has to learn from his entitled behaviour in OotP: actions have consequences, and the greater your responsibility, the greater the cost will be.

Ron’s envy and insecurity lead him astray; they’re used to humiliate, ridicule and torture him throughout the books. They’re supposed to teach him that he’s worth something - but how is he supposed to believe that, when nobody ever tells him he’s worth anything? When nobody ever apologizes to him? When his feelings are taken for granted over and over? When his two friends seem to discard him whenever he does one thing wrong?

Hermione is never punished. Hermione is never said to be wrong, never shown to be wrong, never called out on her behaviour. From Prisoner of Azkaban to mid-Deathly Hallows, she stays exactly the same character. She doesn’t grow up. She doesn’t learn. She doesn’t change. She has virtually no character arc.

The only time, THE ONLY TIME IN SEVEN BOOKS, the only time we have something remotely resembling a call-out of Hermione’s horrible behaviour is with this sole quote in HBP:

Harry was left to ponder in silence the depths to which girls would sink to get revenge.

Note how it’s about “girls” and not Hermione in particular, which implies that any girl would do what Hermione does to Ron. Thanks for the generalization, JKR, but I like to believe I’m actually a decent sort of person that doesn’t resort to petty cruelty and exploits my friends’ insecurities whenever I’m angry with them.

Hermione NEVER has to apologize. Hermione NEVER has to learn from her mistakes because she’s always presented as a victim when she really isn’t. Hermione NEVER develops into something more - she’s emotionally stuck at fourteen years old. Even less than that when you consider that her reaction to Ron’s return in Deathly Hallows is to trash him with her fists - and she was going to get her wand!! The utter psychopathic b- wanted TO THROW BIRDS AT HIM AGAIN!!! - and this reaction is an appropriate one for a four-years old girl, but certainly not for a supposedly “mature” seventeen-years old.

(Yes, because what separates a child from an adult is the ability to reign in your emotions and not succumb to your impulses. Exactly what Ron did when he left the tent (notice that he had drawn his wand, then he left before he could start hexing Harry), he left to calm himself down. Exactly what Hermione fails to do when Ron returns (she has the impulse to strike him and immediately succumbs to it, which proves to us that The Brightest Witch Of Her Age has all the maturity of a very small child).)

All of that, on top of the awful portrayal in the movies which removes all of Ron’s characteristics to stuff them into Hermione and turns her into some impossible epitome of perfection, eventually contributed to the portrayal of Hermione as the one who is always right and knows everything.

Add to it JKR’s own ridiculous bias (“Ron was quite emotionally immature compared to the other two”, yeah right I don’t see him trying to force freedom onto unwilling creatures or making Harry fly into an irrational rage with mere words but you do you, Jo) and the sexist misconception that “girls are innately more mature than boys”, and you get yourself this apparent behemoth of righteousness that was literally the sole reason why those two silly boys survived everything, and don’t you dare criticize this angel of perfection OR ELSE.

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huh, that's new

a social media au

[27: news]

warnings: language, "pregnancy"?? uhh idk what else hehehe

a/n: this is a pretty long chapter i think? (2000+ words) im very nervous about this chapter cause its kinda a big deal asdfghjk anyways, please please please tell me what you think about this! and ik this idea is very odd HAHAHAHA but what else would you expect from two dumbasses named bucky and y/n? hehehe i really hope you enjoy this chapter!! ♡

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You wanted to laugh so badly.

For some reason, your housemates are panicking over who the hell set this gender reveal party up in the living room. 

It was you. With the help of Bucky of course.

Natasha and Wanda have been shouting “I’m not pregnant, I think you are!” to each other for about 10 minutes now. Steve decided that he needed answers too, so he joined in the shouting. Pietro’s talking to his camera, probably vlogging the whole thing. Peter’s talking on the phone with MJ asking if she set this up. Sam’s the only one enjoying the food. Bucky was looking at you from across the room, keeping the smile from forming on his face. 

Just about an hour or so ago, you and Bucky were just setting the whole thing up. Bucky was pushing the table to the living room when you arrived with the cake. You placed the rest of the blue and pink food on the table along with other decorations. There were many variations of food, but the cupcakes that have toppers that said: “Here for the Sex” were Bucky’s personal favorite despite not knowing how they taste. The balloons were still lifeless when both of you hung the streamers on the walls with the banner that matched the topper of the cupcakes. After finally finding the balloon pump, blue and pink balloons filled the living room. Some were on the floor while you hung the others on the wall. When you were content with the appearance of the room, you and Bucky went your separate ways.

You got the idea of throwing a gender reveal party when you were working at the diner one evening. “You’ll be at the gender reveal party next week right?” the woman at the booth asked her friend. “Of course, Jill asked me to pick up the cake,” Her friend says. When you got the idea, you thought it was silly, so you dismissed it. Later on, you thought of more ideas and details to add, then in a blink of an eye, you were in the bakery, asking the baker if they can make a three-layered cake of your favorite flavor with the inside colored blue.

“Maybe P set this all up for a prank again?” Nat looked at Pietro who was filming the whole thing. “Just because I have a channel that doesn’t mean I always prank!” Pietro said, turning off his camera.

Steve sighed, “Okay, one by one. Nat and I were the first ones here, but it was all here already when we arrived. Wanda was the next one here, she was in the bookstore the whole morning. Bucky and Sam were next and they only came here because he saw the Instagram story of Nat. Pietro and Peter came home today from LA and Peter from Tony’s. Lastly, Y/N came home from the cafe,” everyone nodded. 

After a couple of minutes of silence, you couldn’t handle it anymore, “Okay, I can’t do it. I give up. It was me. I set this up,” you laughed. 

“But why Y/N?” Peter gasped, “Are you pregnant?”

Everyone’s eyes were on you now. Natasha’s eyes widened, “Wait, who’s the father?”

Bucky was laughing internally, you could tell. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, he turned around to look at the window. You could see his shoulders slightly shaking, he’s definitely laughing. Good thing the attention wasn’t on him. “I uhh… I don’t know,” you said. You technically haven't met Bucky's dad, you were being honest.

“Doesn’t matter, my sweet Y/N! We’ll support you and help you. Anything you need” Sam swallowed the macaroon whole before going to you and hugging you tightly.

“I know you will.” In less than a minute, you were trapped in the middle of the group hug.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner? We would’ve known the gender by now!” Pietro said as the group untangled from the hug. 

You laughed, “I was enjoying the show.” 

“Well, come on! I wanna know if my godchild is a boy or a girl!” Wanda yelled excitedly and went to the kitchen to grab the knife. 

Bucky walked towards you before you could join the others who are now gathered at the table, waiting for plates and the knife. “I’m tellin’ ya, doll, they’re gonna be frustrated at us,” he said. You shrugged, “They already are.”

Wanda handed you the knife to cut the cake. Everyone took out their phones to take a video of the “soon-to-be-mother”. You were trying very hard not to laugh at this point and so was Bucky, who was taking a video of his friends’ reactions to what they’re about to say.

You sliced a triangle on one side of the cake and pulled it out, showing blue. “Oh my God! It’s a boy!” Peter yelled, jumping around with Pietro. Sam and Steve took turns hugging you and they were later pushed aside by Wanda and Nat. “I’m happy for you, hun I am, but I really hope that a girl comes out of you,” Natasha said while hugging you and Wanda tightly. 

You cleared your throat, catching everyone’s attention, “It’s actually a Bucky” you said, nonchalantly. 

“Bucky?” Wanda pulled away slightly from the hug, making Nat do the same. “A Bucky? As in it’s Bucky’s baby?” Steve asked, wide-eyed, obviously excited, looking at Bucky who is now looking back at you, covering his mouth with his hands, to keep himself from laughing. 

“I meannnnn… Bucky... is my... baby,” you said while extending your arm, inviting Bucky to come closer, which he did. 

Peter was still confused and it shows, “You’re Bucky’s mom?” he asked, making Pietro smack his head, “Pete, it means they’re dating... Right?”

Both you and Bucky nodded, “We are.”

“Oh my God! Fucking finally! I was starting to think you’ll never tell each other how you feel! Do you know how frustrated you two made me?” Sam yelled, throwing a pillow at Bucky.

Natasha was yelling “I fucking knew it! I told you so!” repeatedly to her boyfriend while Wanda kept pinching both your and Bucky’s cheeks saying, “CUTIESSS!” 

You looked at Bucky, “they don’t look frustrated” you said which made Bucky roll his eyes and smile. Both of you laughed when you saw Steve silently saying “Yes! My ship!” Either that or something about shit.

“Calm your asses. Now, this party isn’t just for us to announce that we’re together. This is also a party for Natty and Steve. Sorta like the part one of the roomies night we’re gonna have” you said, looking at the couple.

“Thank you, Y/N, but I don’t wanna think about moving right now. What I do want is for you two to give us the fucking details about how you two finally got together” Nat said, making everyone agree and sit down and get comfortable in the living room.

Bucky cleared his throat and looked on his left, where you sat. “It happened the night that her friend came to the city.”

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To say you were excited for tonight was an understatement. 

Last night, you already picked out the clothes you wanted to wear tonight. It was simple, really, just a pair of jeans and the most comfortable hoodie you owned. Or should you go with a plain sweater instead? Printed shirt? Oversized shirt? Your grey sweatpants? They look comfortable. Or your black ones?

You ended up with your first choice. 

Wanda and Nat noticed how upbeat and cheery you were the whole day. It wasn’t exactly like you to be this happy at 7 am. You cooked a lot more food than usual and you haven’t even had your coffee yet. “Maria’s in the city today!” was the only excuse you thought of every time they asked you. You had some errands to do that day, its something you find really boring and exhausting but you found yourself skipping to the bank. Skipping, not walking. 

At the tower, Bucky was a nervous wreck. He couldn’t focus much on what he was doing. He would zone out and forget what he was typing, then he remembered he wasn’t typing at all, he was fixing a floor plan. Sam being Sam, noticed how Boinky was acting. He kept teasing Bucky about being distracted while Steve kept asking him to stop. “What’s up with you, Buck? What’s making you zone out?” Steve asked, giving Bucky some water. Bucky just shrugged and continued whatever the hell he was doing. 

The evening came too fast for Bucky and too slow for you. You got home, got dressed to meet with Maria for dinner before seeing Bucky. When Bucky got home, he changed into something more casual and fixed himself at his bathroom. “Tell her tonight, you fucking idiot,” he told himself, looking at the mirror before grabbing his helmet and his old helmet that you proclaimed yours when you were hanging out before. He smiled at the memory then remembered that Dot never even got to see his motorcycle. Huh. 

He picked you up at the hotel that Maria was staying at. In a few minutes, you were at the bar that you two used to go to. You two bought a couple of drinks before going to the spot - your spot. You almost forgot how beautiful it was there, especially at night. 

“After tonight, you’ll only have one night of free drinks, use it wisely,” Bucky said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, I’ll have to find another way to have free drinks from you,” you joked.

He looked at you, “You can just ask, you know? You don’t have to blackmail me,” he smiled. 

You laughed for a moment and it became silent once again. It felt... awkward. You two were seated a couple of inches away from each other, the closest you two have been since you avoided each other, but you wanted to get away. You remembered the last time you were here, in this exact same spot. Drinking the alcohol of your choice, laughing with Bucky, talking about your high school selves. Many things have changed since then. It feels so weird and new to you, sitting next to someone you genuinely like, your friend. You took a deep breath and stopped thinking. 

“I like you, did you know that?” you said out of the blue making Bucky wonder if he was just imagining it and he was just hearing things. He stayed silent, deciding that it was just his mind saying that cause that was what he wanted to hear.

You turned to Bucky, waiting for his reaction. Nothing. “Buck?” he turned and looked at you as if he hadn’t heard you. “I like you,” you said once again only this time, it was louder and clearer. 

“You like me?” Bucky asked, finding it hard to believe for some reason. “Like, you like-like me?” You nodded, smiling at his creased eyebrows and slightly tilted face, like a confused puppy. You almost didn’t notice how your heart is beating quickly as if it wanted to jump out of your chest. It was taking Bucky too long to reply, and that made you anxious. All you wanted was to take it back and change what you said. You should’ve said “I’d really like to go back to being close friends” or maybe ask him why he avoided you or somethi--

“Did Wanton ask you to tell this to me?” he asked with an accusative tone. “No, why would I agree to that? Even if I did, I’d only agree to say something like that if I really meant it,” your voice getting louder every word.

“So it’s true? You like me? Romantic styles?” You nodded, slightly annoyed that he would think that you would play with his feelings. “Yes, it’s no big deal. I just wanted to tell you, I don’t expect you to like me back. I just- I want you to--”

"I like you too. Romantic styles," he said holding your hand. "That was why I set you up with Loki, why I avoided you after that and why I was avoiding you until you invited me to join you and Pietro. I kinda got a bit… slightly, sort of jealous so I agreed to go with you."

"Wait, hold on, you like me... and you... set me up with Loki? I don't get it"

"I like you and… That doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that you’re happy, and I'll do anything to make you happy,” he said, offering you a small smile.

☆

"Then we kissed and… yeah,” you smiled at your friends’ faltered smiles.

Sam stood up, “Why was everything else so detailed and the kiss was just ‘then we kissed’? What’s that about?” He said, grabbing more food from the table. "And, I fucking told you so, Boinks!" 

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Do you wanna hear how I kissed her softl-”

“Excuse me?” You said, raising your eyebrows at your boyfriend. “I kissed you, and it wasn’t soft”

“Y/N stop saying soft!” Peter shouted, covering his ears.

Wanda wiggled her eyebrows, "You didn't come home that night, hun."

"Yeah, I invited her to my place, we had some wine and we just talked for the rest of the night. Nothing happened. Okay? After talking we just slept. That's it,” Bucky defended.

Steve kept nodding his head, “Hence the Instagram story, mhmm, mhmm. Alright.”

“Whatever happened that night, I’m glad it did. And, I’m really really reallyyyyy happy for you, dumbasses,” Nat laughed.

Peter walked to you, “I’m happy for you too, sis. But please, don’t get detailed with… you know. I don’t need to know that.” You laughed, holding his hand. “And Bucky, if you ever hurt my sister, I’ll hunt you down and beat you up,” Peter looked at Bucky squinting his eyes, trying to look intimidating, which made Bucky laugh.

You looked at Bucky, “He’s serious. And very strong. He gave Steve bruises when they were boxing at the gym.” Bucky looked at Steve who was nodding.

“O-oh”

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Bucky Barnes Imagine; Secretly in love.

Hey guys! It feels so good to be finally back! I haven’t written anything in so long so, sorry if the imagines suck :( i’m trying my best to get back to writing and all. Also, please remember that English isn’t my first language, so if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes, please let me know! Thanks for reading and I hope you like it! 

Pairing; Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings; Just fluff. 

Request; Hi lovely! I’m so glad you’re back :) can you please write a Bucky x reader where they’re best friends and are secretly in love, so when reader makes a joke that Peter is basically their child, Bucky gets all flushed and leaves quickly. He asks Steve what to do and he says Bucky should flirt with her for real and make it obvious he likes her. He does, but reader is oblivious so Bucky just flat out tells her and they end up cuddling and watching readers fav movie? Tysm, I hope it makes sense! 💕

It was around noon when Y/n woke up, she went to bed late last night because she’s been obsessed with this show and she wanted to watch the entire season in one night, that had her going to sleep at 5 am. 

While walking to the kitchen to grab something to drink, she heard the voices of Peter, Samuel, Steve and Bucky.

She smiled as she finally saw them, Peter and Samuel both in the kitchen, while Steve and Bucky were sitting down behind the stool, laughing at whatever Peter and Samuel were doing. As she got closer to them, she could see with more clarity Peter’s face, which was currently filled with flour, his eyes concentrated fully on his masterwork as he made sure to massage the dough on his hands, probably making pizza, she guessed. 

“I wake up a bit late and you guys have already messed up the kitchen.” she laughed as she stood a few feet from them, her hands on her waist as she looked at the mess that the kitchen was, obviously a work from Peter. She knew that him, being the youngest of them all, wanted to have some fun around the place, and probably Samuel saw him struggling and tried to help him. 

“I really take no part in this whole mess, we are mere spectators.” Steve said as he chuckled, Bucky who was sitting besides him didn't say anything but rested his eyes on her, softly gazing at her as she rolled her eyes and smiled. It was clear to say that both of them liked each other, yet they were not aware of each other’s feelings. In her mind, it was better for them to remain friends than to get in a relationship with the probability of breaking up and damaging their friendship, she didn't want to jeopardize that because of silly feelings that may not be reciprocated. 

In Bucky’s head, he thought that she wasn't interested in him as more than a friend, even though Natasha has always told him that she acted different around him, but he just brushed that off, thinking that the reason lied in the fact that she felt more comfortable around him than with the rest of them. He didn't want to create false scenarios in his head. 

“It’s actually quite funny to see how Peter gets himself into messy situations all the time.” she smiled as she walked towards him, Y/n then proceed to wash her hands and help Peter out. “You’re supposed to knead down on the dough, not slap it or whatever you’re doing..” she let out a laugh along with the rest of the team, her hands already cleaned started to knead down on the dough as Peter followed her actions, Samuel just let out a deep sigh and gave up. “Yep, that’s my cue to leave, finally.” he said before leaving the kitchen. 

“Hey! What did we say about quitters!?” Peter cried out when he saw Samuel, making him laugh shaking his head and placing his hands up in defeat as he walked towards his room, probably tired. 

Steve stood up from the seat as well. “Well, I’ve got stuff to do as well, so good luck with that.. pizza?” he said before leaving with a chuckle on his lips.

“How come you’re making pizza from scratch? You know you could’ve easily just changed into Spidey and go out to get some.” Y/n said to Peter as she helped out with the dough, making sure it was smooth enough to proceed with the next steps. 

“I told him that already, or that he could’ve asked me and Steve to bring him some while we were out in the city.” Bucky agreed with her as he stared at both of them, shaking his head with a chuckle ready against his lips. “I thought teenagers from this generation were supposed to be bit smarter..” he exclaimed, making both Y/n and Steve laugh as Peter rolled his eyes to him.

“Now, where would be the fun in that? Look how fun it is to play with the dough thingy! It brings back memories of a simpler life before Spiderman.” Peter slowly finished the sentence as his smile slowly faded from his lips, longing the times when he was just a normal boy from Queens. 

Both Bucky and Y/n stared at each other, feeling the sadness radiate from Peter as Y/n then talked. “It’s okay to feel sad sometimes. It’s okay to miss things how they used to be, but just remember of all the good things you’ve done so far, all the lives you’ve saved. Remember all of the things you’ve accomplished and the things you’ve yet to do.” she said in a soft voice as she looked at Peter. The smile on his lips slowly returned as he stared up at her, his eyes filled with adoration, the kind you’ll see in a little kid looking up to her mother whenever she did something that amazed him. “You can always come to me if you’re feeling sad or need any advice, you know. I’m here to help, and I’m pretty sure Bucky feels the same way.” she said as her eyes landed on Bucky, he smiled at her and nodded at Peter. 

“Totally, kid. I’m here if you need anything... well, only if you give me some extra slices.” he joked, leaning towards the stool and messing up Peter’s brown hair before sitting down again. Peter laughed as he nodded before kneading down once again on the dough, Y/n could only stare at the two of them with a silly smile on her face, it reminded her of the way her dad used to mess her brother’s hair.

In a way, she felt, Bucky and her were like Peter’s parents. He always came to them whenever he got exciting news or just to show them new funny memes. 

“You know, in a way, Peter’s like our child...” Y/n exclaimed, Peter was too busy trying to figure out how the oven works to hear what she had just said, but Bucky on the other hand, flushed a bit. His cheeks slowly turned red as he let out a shaky chuckle at what she had just said, scratching the back of his head. “Bucky...did you just...blush?” she slowly asked with a chuckle, walking towards him to then get closer to his face, inspecting the faint red color against them. “You did!” she giggled, it’s been some time since she’s seen Bucky blush at something, it made her heart warm and just added a bit more fuel to her crush on him.

“Okay! I think I figured out how to turn on the oven!” Peter exclaimed with a victorious smile on his face, lifting his arms up like he had just won the olympics, making both of them realize they were not completely alone.

“I.. I think I'm gonna let you guys finish your pizza, let me know when it’s finished..” Bucky quickly spoke before standing up from his chair, he didn’t even wait for a response before walking in a fast pace towards 

Y/n raised her eyebrow at his behavior, watching as he quickly walked away towards Steve’s room. Bucky was sure acting funny.

She just shrugged, and looked back at Peter. “Okay, chef. looks like it’s just you and me. Let’s get this pizza done, i'm starving!” she gave Peter a smile as they both tried to finish what they started.

 Meanwhile, on the other side of the Avengers Facility, Bucky paced around Steve’s room as he waited for him to come out of his shower, his arms crossed as he walked from side to side, taking his metal hand through his long raven hair from time to time as he was getting kind of impatient. So when he heard the bathroom’s door being opened and Steve walking out of it with just a towel around his waist, he breathed in relief, scaring Steve for a minute.

“Holy! Bucky, you do know that you have your own room, right?” Steve asked as he looked at Bucky, just now taking in his weird composure. “What’s going on? Is it Y/n?” he asked as he stared at his friend in front of him for a bit.

Bucky, on the other hand, was kinda surprised when Steve brought up her name, he hasn't said anything about her to anyone, wanting to keep his feelings to himself. Guess he wasn't that good at hiding things from his friend. “How did you know it was about her?” he asked curiously.

Steve let out a small smirk. “Oh, so it is about her!” he looked at his friend as if they were small kids and one of them had asked the other to help him out with a mischief before rolling his eyes at the question he had just asked. “C’mon, Bucky! I’m not that dense, you know.. I know when my best friend likes someone, and even more so when he’s too bad at keeping it to himself..” he chuckled, walking to pick out some clothes as Bucky ket pacing around the room. “Bucky, I swear you’re gonna make a hole in the floor from pacing around too much! What exactly happened?”

“Okay, so! We were out talking with the kid, how he missed the way his life was before the whole Spiderman thing, and she then said something along the lines of ‘Peter is kind of like our child’ and I blushed, Steve! I fucking blushed! Like a ten year old!” Bucky huffed out, throwing himself to the bed as he covered his face with his hands, groaning. 

Steve, meanwhile, was laughing out loud, it was so funny for him to imagine the big and bad Bucky Barnes, the ‘Winter Soldier’ blushing because of what little Y/n had said. He knew his friend really had it bad when it came to her, he hasn’t shown interest in a female in so long, so he knew it had to be something serious. “You know, you should just tell her you like her. Flirt with her, for real. You both are grown adults, you should try and make it work and if it doesn’t.. like I said, you’re both adults, you two can handle a simple thing as a break-up...” Steve explained, making it sound so easy. “Of course, I wouldn’t take myself too seriously cause as you know.. I really don’t have the best experiences with relationships..” he shrugged and ran his hand through his damped hair.

Bucky gave it a long thought as he stared at the ceiling on top of it, thinking hard as if it was a mission and they had to come up with a plan rather quickly. “You know what, I think you’re right.” Bucky lifted himself from the bed, sitting down as he looked at his friend. 

“I.. am?” Steve asked kind of surprised, looking at Bucky as he still had this ‘I'm in deep thought’ face.

“Yes! I can’t stay my whole life wondering wether she likes me too or not, I can’t keep my feelings bottled up, we both know life can be tricky and we’ve got to grab the opportunities whenever we’ve got them in front of us.” realization dawning on his face, the Winter Soldier breathed out, standing up from the bed as if someone had poured cold water to his face and he suddenly had all of the answers for the world’s problems.

“Okay, then? Good luck, buddy. Looks like you might need it.” that was the last thing he hard from Steve as Bucky walked outside his room, his mind filled with thoughts on how he would exactly tell her he liked her as more than friends.. Maybe he’d just start with some simple flirting, trying to make his intentions clear but not coming off too strong.. he just hoped it worked out, he’s not experienced in thsi field.

Later that night, after eating the pizza Peter and Y/n have made with the rest of the team, Bucky decided to walk towards the living room, knowing he would find Y/n sitting down watching some of her Netflix series she’s been obsessing with lately, she would stay in the living room watching them until she saw all the lights off and then she’d go to her room to keep watching, not wanting to wake up anyone in the facility with the noises that came from the TV. Even there she was so considerate with everyone else, one of the reasons he was in love with her, because she always cared for everyone else, putting them before her, just how she did with Peter earlier, she really had such a warm beautiful heart, more than her physical appearance, her heart was the most beautiful thing about her.

Y/n was indeed sitting on the couch in the living room, her arms wrapped around her legs as she stared into the screen in front of her, completely unfazed by the outside world because she didn’t hear to his steps approaching. “Hey, Y/n..” he spoke as he walked closer to her, her eyes still fixated on the TV screen.

“Oh, hey Bucky!” she said with a smile, not taking her eyes off the show. It must be a pretty good one, Bucky thought. 

“I just wanted to say that I think you’re really beautiful.. And I'm not only talking about your body or face, but your personality and soul! Don’t get me wrong though, you’ve got a really a gorgeous face and incredible body! Not that I stare at it everyday-well, I kinda do, but that’s not the point!” he was feeling all flustered already, his cheeks even more flushed than they were at noon, like if his face was on fire. “The point is.. that I think about you a lot, you know? You’re always so nice to everyone, always wanting to make sure everyone’s doing okay and letting them know you’re here for them whenever they might need someone, just like today with Peter! And any guy would be so lucky to have you in his life, cause I’ve known you for a while and you’ve brought nothing more than happiness to mine...” a smile slowly crept its way to his lips as he thought about all the times she would make him smile, even in the most desperate situations ever or when times were rough around the facility with the rest of the team, she would always be there for him. 

“I’m sorry, Bucky...” that right there made his heart stop, his face slowly fell as he heard those dreaded words and what might follow them. “What were you saying? It was the last episode of the season, so I was really into it, I didn't quite catch what you were trying to say... I’m sorry...” she said with a apologetic smile on her lips, she paused the show as he stared at him, completely focused on what he had to say now.

Bucky let out a sigh of relief, that almost freaked him out. He wasn't ready for a rejection, he had in mind that it could be a possible response from her but he didn't want to really accept it. He just wanted her to know once and for all..

“Look. What I was trying to say it’s that...” he took deep breaths as she stared at him in confusion, trying to figure out what he was trying to say to her. “I like you. A lot, like a ‘crazy amount’ lot.” he chuckled nervously as he took a deep breath before continuing. “I.. I- think I'm in love with you.” he sincerely confessed to her, sitting down besides her as he took her hands in his, feeling the smoothness of her palms compared to his calloused ones. He heard her suck in a breath, clearly not expecting what he had just told her. “I’ve been trying to bury these feelings because, I was scared of what would happen if I ever told them out loud, scared of what you’d say or do.” he looked at her eyes, there was a small glint in them, a little spark he hadn’t seen before. “I just realized I can’t do that anymore, I can’t keep it to myself cause life is short, and I have this second chance at living it the fullest, and I want to do that with you by my side. If you’d allow it, of course.” he explained, he wasn’t about to force her to do anything she wouldn’t like to do.

“Oh, Bucky. Just shut up and kiss me already.” she answered back with a smile that could lit up the whole city and without any second more to waste, their lips collided. 

It felt like being embraced by the most warm blanket in a cold and snowy day, like their lips were meant to be together. His hands softly wrapped themselves around her waist, pulling her closer as he wanted to feel more of her warmness against his body, the grip on her waist tight, not wanting to let her go anytime soon as their lips played a beautiful ballad against each other, dancing to the oldest song there is.. love. 

“It was beautiful.. all of what you said. It left me speechless..” she confessed, pulling away from his lips for a moment, her warm eyes looking up to his as her hands softly caressed his cheek, giving another ounce of warmth to his face. “What I want you to know it's that.. I feel the same way. I think I’ve always had. You make me feel different than anybody else has ever made me feel. Whenever I'm around you, I'm myself. No filters, just me. I was also afraid.. afraid to damage this friendship we have but I realized I do not want to live my life wondering ‘what if’.” she softly told him, a smile forming on her lips as she stared at him, lovingly. 

He just felt like the luckiest person on earth, he had no exact words to explain how he felt, just that he loved it. He loved feeling like this.

“How about you introduce me to your show, huh? I bet it must be really interesting. That way I can cuddle you all night long, cause I'm not really planning on letting you free anytime soon to be honest.” he gave her a sheepishly smile as she nodded in agreement with him, she didn't want to be away from his arms either, so they accommodated themselves on the couch. 

“Just with one condition..” she said to him.

“What condition?” he asked with a chuckled.

“That you kiss me every time I tell you to.”

“Oh, doll. Believe me, that won’t be a problem.” he smirked as he placed a tenderly kiss on her lips to start.

[captainelsaeverdeen]

I like me better when I’m with you.

Okay so! I never considered writing on this blog, but I just had the cutest idea e v e r and I decided to do something about it. I used to write a lot but I stopped to publish anything years ago. Maybe it’s time to come back. Who knows! For now I just wanted to see if someone would like it! English is not my first language so pretty, pretty please forgive me if you find any mistakes :( 

summary: based on ‘To All The Boys I Loved Before’. Y/N Henderson used to be in love a couple of times. This time she’s sure it’s something bigger, something serious. Her love for Jonathan Byers is unlimited, untamed and endless. At least she thought so. You can read Part 2 Here.

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We knew that it was wrong. That he was betrothed to my best friend. But if this isn’t what he wanted then why did he come to the field of desire? It was faded,  that we should meet like this. So when his lips touch my neck to put a gentle kiss on it… 

“Mom asks you to wash the dishes” Dustin was standing in the doorway of your room, smiling silly. He presented his full teeth with pride, moving his eyebrows in a funny way. “It’s not my turn” you said and slowly turned over a page of book your brother interrupted you from reading. “Yours, if you’re planning on going out with Nancy and Jonathan today” he shrugged his shoulders innocently. “Excuse me?” you turned your head so fast that your neck hurt. “Says who?” 

“Says me. You forced me to vacuum last week when I wanted to go to the arcade, but it was your turn. So if you don’t want to be late, you better hurry”  “I hate you” you sighned putting the book down. You ran you fingers through the cover of it with two lovers, leaning towards each other just before the kiss. Dustin was still standing in the doorway. 

“Do they not mind when you are going to their dates?” He asked suddenly. “They don’t call it ‘dates’ when I’m with them. They have time for each other, but we’re still friends. Just because they’re together doesn’t mean… that I’ll stop being their friend” you said. “Whatever you say. I think that’s weird. Totally weird. I wouldn’t want to take Mike or Lucas or Will if I wanted to meet my girl”. “No one asked for your opinion, you abominable little shit!” you screamed going to the kitchen, aggressively putting plates in the sink. They didn’t deserve such terrible treatment, but Dustin was right. It was weird. Weird as fuck. 

After the infamous party at Tina’s last Halloween night, when Nancy broke up with Steve Harrington, and rumours about them didn’t go silent for a good month she and Jonathan became extremely close. You always spent time with them separately. When Nancy and her boyfriend wanted to be alone, you would watch movies on the couch at Joyce Byers’ house. When Jonathan promised Will to take him for a ride in the car listening to The Clash, Nancy combed your hair as Donna Summer filled her room with her songs. But after Halloween, everything changed. Nancy started sitting between you and Jonathan as you guys were watching ‘The Shining’ with a bowl of popcorn. And Jonathan knew ‘I Feel Love’ by heart, although he hated Donna Summer. Something was wrong. Something was diffrent. 

By Christmas, everyone was sure that Jonathan and Nancy started dating. They spent Christmas Eve together and then announced their relationship to you together. And that’s not when your heart started beating faster when you saw him. Not when they were holding hands, not when they kissed every time before the car started from the driveway when they came to your house. Not until Nancy Wheeler took your seat on the couch at Joyce’s house. It wasn’t until then that something unimaginable, something wrong happened, something that should never have happened. You started to have, a little, small, tiny crush on your best friend.

And it wasn’t that you were jealous of Nancy. She was a great girl, smart and deserving of a wise, loving boy, which Jonathan was. But the heart is a treacherous tool. You could leave it with a cat for a month, thinking everything would be all right, and when you get back, you’d find that it threw it out the window. Because it can never be trusted. Admitting your feelings was not an option. You could lose Nancy or Jonathan. Well, Robin and Dustin would still be staying by your side, of course, but losing someone close hurts too much. Too much to be dealt with by an organ that throws the cat out the window. So smiling is okay, pretending everything’s okay is okay. As long as no one guesses and stupid feelings go away.

Not for the first time, right?

“Y/N, honey, what are you still doing here? Jonathan’s here” Mom came to the kitchen. “Ask the youngest” you rolled my eyes and kissed her on the cheek, running out of the house. Nancy pressed the alarm button a couple of times, dropping the window on the passenger side. “I don’t think you’re so excited to see Jason Voorhees for the fourth time since you’re two minutes late” she said, putting her wrist with the watch on it out the window.

“Maybe if my brother weren’t such a troublesome goddamn gremlin, you guys wouldn’t have to wait for so long” you fastened your belt and smiled at Jonathan. “Tell me about it” Nancy rolled her eyes. Her hand was clenching on Jonathan’s hands, their intertwined fingers were on his thigh. He was probably just letting her go to change gear, to grab her hand back, wanting to touch her. You smiled slightly to yourself. “I’m a little offended” you hit the back of Nancy’s chair a little bit. “You questioned my love for Jason, knowing he’s the man of my dreams. I wouldn’t miss this movie now or ever”.

“Man, you have a strange taste in men” Jonathan twisted his head.

Oh boy, if you only knew.

“Who’s gonna pick them for you when I’m out of college?” Nancy said quietly. When you were a year younger than them, you had to reckon they would be gone soon, but the thought still was terrible. You opened the window and put my hand out, feeling the cold wind on your fingers. “Robin’s doing great” you smiled. “She likes Michael Myers”.

“I’m begging you. He’s not even half as terrible as Freddie” Jonathan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and my father is Stephen King” you snorted. Nancy smiled a little. “And Robin’s driving terribly” Jonathan got ripped off. “Whatever my life depends on it, I’d rather give my car to Carol Perkins, she can at least turn around.

“I gotta get off so you two can both stop making fun of her?” “Oh no. We don’t want Jason to get you here… on a dark road… near the woods…” Nancy wiped out and turned to you with her hands ready to attack. You hit her hands to turn around so she didn’t even think to touch or tickle you. “You can ride with me” Jonathan shrugged his arm. “I like Robin, but your life is in danger when she’s behind the wheel. I’m not going anywhere yet.”

There it was. The stomach’s fickles, the heat on your cheeks and the smile and the awful awareness of how wrong it was. How inappropriate and how unfair it was to Nancy, who sat so close to you, that she could count your moles if she turned around. But before she even thought about him, he was yours. Not exactly, of course. But when Will went missing, he didn’t turn to her for help first. He wasn’t at her door in the middle of the night, rambling about how his mom is getting crazy. He was always a lonely ship drifting in the dark sea, and you were his anchor, which drifted in time to hold him.

Well, once Jason had killed everyone he was supposed to kill, and for most of the movie, Jonathan and Nancy spent most of the time giggling and whispering to each other, after looking at their inseparably intertwined hands, it was time to go home.

It’s not that you wanted to steal your best friend’s boyfriend. You were super happy for Nancy. She deserves a great guy like Jonathan. So it was time for another letter. Fifth, if you believe your stupid heart. “How’s the movie?” Dustin asked when I walked by his room. He was only wearing one sock and reading a comic book. “Didn’t you faint from the excess corn syrup blood?”

“I’m not you” you showed him your tongue. “I didn’t forget about the dishes!” “Oh, you did! The pan is still dirty!” Dustin screamed, but I already locked the door to my room and sat at my desk, hiding my face in my hands. After a few awfully long seconds and listening to the bang of an owl outside the window, I pulled the card out of the drawer looking for a black pen. 

Dear Jonathan Byers… 

These letters are your biggest secret. You weren’t going to send the letter, it was just for you to understand how you were feeling. But really, you guess it was mainly about how sometimes you imagined what it would’ve been like if you’d realized how you felt about them sooner. To all of them. There are five of them: Chris from summer camp, Stanley from the homecoming, Ralph from the neighborhood who lived across the street for just three months, Steve Harrington from high school, and Jonathan. 

You’ve seen Chris once in you life, for two weeks in the riverside forest. Stanley was the only one who asked you to dance, seeing you sitting alone on a bench. Ralph moved into Hawkins a few years ago, but his parents decided to go back to Florida. Steve… well, he became quite a different person when you went to high school. And Jonathan… Jonathan is still an infinite chapter. A chapter in book that’s too beautiful to finish reading it early.

You write a letter when you have a crush so intense that you don’t know what else to do. Rereading your letters reminds you of how powerful your emotions can be, how all-consuming. You hide them between the vinyls on a shelf above the bed, where no one will ever find them. Robin would say you’re being dramatic, but drama can be fun… 

“What are you doing?” Dustin asked suddenly, entering the room without knocking. “Nothing” you smiled, covering the unfinished part of the letter with your elbow. “Your room is a mess” brother looked around. “And listen, about that pan-”

“Good night, Dustin. I hope you will be dreaming of something nice” you smiled sweetly, showing him the way out. It wasn’t until he left that you finished pouring your feelings onto the paper that you put the letter into the envelope, addressed it and put it between the vinyl, where there were four similar envelopes. Each one was for another boy, who would always be a part of you.

Yeah, drama can be fun. Just as long nobody else knows about it.

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“So you’re telling me” Robin stopped halfway down the track. She didn’t care about getting a pass at the PE, anyway, you too. The coach sent you an indulgent look, and your friend just shrugged her shoulders. The other girls ran past you, rubbing your shoulders, but besides that, they didn’t pay much attention to you. “That they were on another date, taking you with them again? Why don’t you just say no to them?”

“I don’t know” Robin groaned and grabbed her side. “What’s going on?” “My body reacts badly to physical effort” she muttered and sat on the treadmill, pulling her legs out. “Some running won’t hurt you” Becky Miller snorted, running alongside us. “Running is humiliating” Robin didn’t even look at her. “Dude, you have to stop this. Every fucking time you come to me and tell me how badly you’re feeling, you’re the one who’s responsible for it. Tell him finally how you feel. Nothing’s gonna happen. There will be no earthquake. The aliens won’t find their way to Earth. And you will finally fall asleep and free yourself from that strange triangle”.

“I don’t want it to be weird between us” you shruged your shoulders.”If I push them off, I’ll start losing them. They’ll find that the two of us are actually better off and… forget how cool it used to be.”

“That’s why relationships sucks” Robin moaned and grabbed your hand. Coach had already started walking towards us, but he was still far away. “But hey… Nancy is your friend. Jonathan is your friend. They care about you. They love you. Maybe not as much as I do, but they do. You don’t have to worry. Everything’s gonna be okay, just… just don’t let it break you. Okay?”

“Okay” you smiled. Robin smiled too and turned her back, frowning her eyebrows. “What’s Harrington doing here? He’s all sweaty and, oh, my God, he looks gross, but shouldn’t he have basketball practice now?”

“Hey, Henderson!” Steve has spoken to you. You lifted your head and swallowed. Steve hasn’t talked to you since you guys were thirteen. Damn thirteen. “On a scale from one to ten, how bad this looks like?” you asked when your hands started shaking. “I’m hovering somewhere in the high thirties” Robin responded quietly, standing up. “Me?” you made sure and Steve nodded his head. His hair was in terrible disarray, but although it was wet and stuck to his forehead, it still looked impressive. He wasn’t angry or upset, which was good, but… but he didn’t look happy either.

“If you need me, I’ll be in the nurse’s office” Robink winked and walked away.  “Look, I just wanted to say that I really…” Steve licked his lips and wiped his forehead with the palm of his hand. What the hell was going on here. “Goddamn, this is the first time I’ve been in situation like this… I appreciate it, but it’s never gonna happen”. 

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked. Why did Robin have to leave? Why did she have to leave you? “From what I remember that kiss was hot, you know, for being in seventh grade” Steve said slowly, leading the eye somewhere outside of you, just to avoid looking you in the eye. “And I think it’s really cool you think I have golden specks in my eyes. And that my hair is gorgeous. But this is a strange moment for me… I just broke up with Nancy, you know… Becky is… she’s fine, she seems fine. I may not be ready at all…”

You stopped listening to him and looked at his hands. You don’t know what you expected, maybe they will shake as much as yours, but no. He was holding the envelope. A white, slightly old envelope, with his name written with your writing. With your pen. And your hand.

“At first I thought it was just Dustin’s stupid joke, but that dipshit probably doesn’t even know how to write…” Steve kept on talking, but your mind was somewhere else. It went all the way from school to your house, tossing the whole room in it’s memory, wondering hhow did the letters get in sight. How did they even reach the people they were never supposed to reach?

“I don’t want to be an asshole, and I certainly don’t want you… I don’t know, to feel bad about it, but…” Steve’s voice was drilling into your brain, and your stomach started to shrink painfully. Maybe it’d have managed, if it wasn’t for the fact that Jonathan was just going to the pitch, and he also was holding the envelope.

Oh, no.

[stevenismyboy]

I like me better when I’m with you.

This fic was posted first on my main blog which is captainelsaeverdeen. I started my own blog only for my imagines and I moved all my work from there to here. hope you guys would enjoy my work! <3

summary: based on ‘To All The Boys I Loved Before’. Y/N Henderson used to be in love a couple of times. This time she’s sure it’s something bigger, something serious. Her love for Jonathan Byers is unlimited, untamed and endless. At least she thought so. You can find my Masterlist here. 

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We knew that it was wrong. That he was betrothed to my best friend. But if this isn’t what he wanted then why did he come to the field of desire? It was faded,  that we should meet like this. So when his lips touch my neck to put a gentle kiss on it…

“Mom asks you to wash the dishes” Dustin was standing in the doorway of your room, smiling silly. He presented his full teeth with pride, moving his eyebrows in a funny way. “It’s not my turn” you said and slowly turned over a page of book your brother interrupted you from reading. “Yours, if you’re planning on going out with Nancy and Jonathan today” he shrugged his shoulders innocently. “Excuse me?” you turned your head so fast that your neck hurt. “Says who?”

“Says me. You forced me to vacuum last week when I wanted to go to the arcade, but it was your turn. So if you don’t want to be late, you better hurry” “I hate you” you sighned putting the book down. You ran you fingers through the cover of it with two lovers, leaning towards each other just before the kiss. Dustin was still standing in the doorway.

“Do they not mind when you are going to their dates?” He asked suddenly. “They don’t call it ‘dates’ when I’m with them. They have time for each other, but we’re still friends. Just because they’re together doesn’t mean… that I’ll stop being their friend” you said. “Whatever you say. I think that’s weird. Totally weird. I wouldn’t want to take Mike or Lucas or Will if I wanted to meet my girl”. “No one asked for your opinion, you abominable little shit!” you screamed going to the kitchen, aggressively putting plates in the sink. They didn’t deserve such terrible treatment, but Dustin was right. It was weird. Weird as fuck.

After the infamous party at Tina’s last Halloween night, when Nancy broke up with Steve Harrington, and rumours about them didn’t go silent for a good month she and Jonathan became extremely close. You always spent time with them separately. When Nancy and her boyfriend wanted to be alone, you would watch movies on the couch at Joyce Byers’ house. When Jonathan promised Will to take him for a ride in the car listening to The Clash, Nancy combed your hair as Donna Summer filled her room with her songs. But after Halloween, everything changed. Nancy started sitting between you and Jonathan as you guys were watching ‘The Shining’ with a bowl of popcorn. And Jonathan knew ‘I Feel Love’ by heart, although he hated Donna Summer. Something was wrong. Something was diffrent.

By Christmas, everyone was sure that Jonathan and Nancy started dating. They spent Christmas Eve together and then announced their relationship to you together. And that’s not when your heart started beating faster when you saw him. Not when they were holding hands, not when they kissed every time before the car started from the driveway when they came to your house. Not until Nancy Wheeler took your seat on the couch at Joyce’s house. It wasn’t until then that something unimaginable, something wrong happened, something that should never have happened. You started to have, a little, small, tiny crush on your best friend.

And it wasn’t that you were jealous of Nancy. She was a great girl, smart and deserving of a wise, loving boy, which Jonathan was. But the heart is a treacherous tool. You could leave it with a cat for a month, thinking everything would be all right, and when you get back, you’d find that it threw it out the window. Because it can never be trusted. Admitting your feelings was not an option. You could lose Nancy or Jonathan. Well, Robin and Dustin would still be staying by your side, of course, but losing someone close hurts too much. Too much to be dealt with by an organ that throws the cat out the window. So smiling is okay, pretending everything’s okay is okay. As long as no one guesses and stupid feelings go away.

Not for the first time, right?

“Y/N, honey, what are you still doing here? Jonathan’s here” Mom came to the kitchen. “Ask the youngest” you rolled my eyes and kissed her on the cheek, running out of the house. Nancy pressed the alarm button a couple of times, dropping the window on the passenger side. “I don’t think you’re so excited to see Jason Voorhees for the fourth time since you’re two minutes late” she said, putting her wrist with the watch on it out the window.

“Maybe if my brother weren’t such a troublesome goddamn gremlin, you guys wouldn’t have to wait for so long” you fastened your belt and smiled at Jonathan. “Tell me about it” Nancy rolled her eyes. Her hand was clenching on Jonathan’s hands, their intertwined fingers were on his thigh. He was probably just letting her go to change gear, to grab her hand back, wanting to touch her. You smiled slightly to yourself. “I’m a little offended” you hit the back of Nancy’s chair a little bit. “You questioned my love for Jason, knowing he’s the man of my dreams. I wouldn’t miss this movie now or ever”.

“Man, you have a strange taste in men” Jonathan twisted his head.

Oh boy, if you only knew.

“Who’s gonna pick them for you when I’m out of college?” Nancy said quietly. When you were a year younger than them, you had to reckon they would be gone soon, but the thought still was terrible. You opened the window and put my hand out, feeling the cold wind on your fingers. “Robin’s doing great” you smiled. “She likes Michael Myers”.

“I’m begging you. He’s not even half as terrible as Freddie” Jonathan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and my father is Stephen King” you snorted. Nancy smiled a little. “And Robin’s driving terribly” Jonathan got ripped off. “Whatever my life depends on it, I’d rather give my car to Carol Perkins, she can at least turn around.

“I gotta get off so you two can both stop making fun of her?” “Oh no. We don’t want Jason to get you here… on a dark road… near the woods…” Nancy wiped out and turned to you with her hands ready to attack. You hit her hands to turn around so she didn’t even think to touch or tickle you. “You can ride with me” Jonathan shrugged his arm. “I like Robin, but your life is in danger when she’s behind the wheel. I’m not going anywhere yet.”

There it was. The stomach’s fickles, the heat on your cheeks and the smile and the awful awareness of how wrong it was. How inappropriate and how unfair it was to Nancy, who sat so close to you, that she could count your moles if she turned around. But before she even thought about him, he was yours. Not exactly, of course. But when Will went missing, he didn’t turn to her for help first. He wasn’t at her door in the middle of the night, rambling about how his mom is getting crazy. He was always a lonely ship drifting in the dark sea, and you were his anchor, which drifted in time to hold him.

Well, once Jason had killed everyone he was supposed to kill, and for most of the movie, Jonathan and Nancy spent most of the time giggling and whispering to each other, after looking at their inseparably intertwined hands, it was time to go home.

It’s not that you wanted to steal your best friend’s boyfriend. You were super happy for Nancy. She deserves a great guy like Jonathan. So it was time for another letter. Fifth, if you believe your stupid heart. “How’s the movie?” Dustin asked when I walked by his room. He was only wearing one sock and reading a comic book. “Didn’t you faint from the excess corn syrup blood?”

“I’m not you” you showed him your tongue. “I didn’t forget about the dishes!” “Oh, you did! The pan is still dirty!” Dustin screamed, but I already locked the door to my room and sat at my desk, hiding my face in my hands. After a few awfully long seconds and listening to the bang of an owl outside the window, I pulled the card out of the drawer looking for a black pen.

Dear Jonathan Byers…

These letters are your biggest secret. You weren’t going to send the letter, it was just for you to understand how you were feeling. But really, you guess it was mainly about how sometimes you imagined what it would’ve been like if you’d realized how you felt about them sooner. To all of them. There are five of them: Chris from summer camp, Stanley from the homecoming, Ralph from the neighborhood who lived across the street for just three months, Steve Harrington from high school, and Jonathan.

You’ve seen Chris once in you life, for two weeks in the riverside forest. Stanley was the only one who asked you to dance, seeing you sitting alone on a bench. Ralph moved into Hawkins a few years ago, but his parents decided to go back to Florida. Steve… well, he became quite a different person when you went to high school. And Jonathan… Jonathan is still an infinite chapter. A chapter in book that’s too beautiful to finish reading it early.

You write a letter when you have a crush so intense that you don’t know what else to do. Rereading your letters reminds you of how powerful your emotions can be, how all-consuming. You hide them between the vinyls on a shelf above the bed, where no one will ever find them. Robin would say you’re being dramatic, but drama can be fun…

“What are you doing?” Dustin asked suddenly, entering the room without knocking. “Nothing” you smiled, covering the unfinished part of the letter with your elbow. “Your room is a mess” brother looked around. “And listen, about that pan-”

“Good night, Dustin. I hope you will be dreaming of something nice” you smiled sweetly, showing him the way out. It wasn’t until he left that you finished pouring your feelings onto the paper that you put the letter into the envelope, addressed it and put it between the vinyl, where there were four similar envelopes. Each one was for another boy, who would always be a part of you.

Yeah, drama can be fun. Just as long nobody else knows about it.

-

“So you’re telling me” Robin stopped halfway down the track. She didn’t care about getting a pass at the PE, anyway, you too. The coach sent you an indulgent look, and your friend just shrugged her shoulders. The other girls ran past you, rubbing your shoulders, but besides that, they didn’t pay much attention to you. “That they were on another date, taking you with them again? Why don’t you just say no to them?”

“I don’t know” Robin groaned and grabbed her side. “What’s going on?” “My body reacts badly to physical effort” she muttered and sat on the treadmill, pulling her legs out. “Some running won’t hurt you” Becky Miller snorted, running alongside us. “Running is humiliating” Robin didn’t even look at her. “Dude, you have to stop this. Every fucking time you come to me and tell me how badly you’re feeling, you’re the one who’s responsible for it. Tell him finally how you feel. Nothing’s gonna happen. There will be no earthquake. The aliens won’t find their way to Earth. And you will finally fall asleep and free yourself from that strange triangle”.

“I don’t want it to be weird between us” you shruged your shoulders.”If I push them off, I’ll start losing them. They’ll find that the two of us are actually better off and… forget how cool it used to be.”

“That’s why relationships sucks” Robin moaned and grabbed your hand. Coach had already started walking towards us, but he was still far away. “But hey… Nancy is your friend. Jonathan is your friend. They care about you. They love you. Maybe not as much as I do, but they do. You don’t have to worry. Everything’s gonna be okay, just… just don’t let it break you. Okay?”

“Okay” you smiled. Robin smiled too and turned her back, frowning her eyebrows. “What’s Harrington doing here? He’s all sweaty and, oh, my God, he looks gross, but shouldn’t he have basketball practice now?”

“Hey, Henderson!” Steve has spoken to you. You lifted your head and swallowed. Steve hasn’t talked to you since you guys were thirteen. Damn thirteen. “On a scale from one to ten, how bad this looks like?” you asked when your hands started shaking. “I’m hovering somewhere in the high thirties” Robin responded quietly, standing up. “Me?” you made sure and Steve nodded his head. His hair was in terrible disarray, but although it was wet and stuck to his forehead, it still looked impressive. He wasn’t angry or upset, which was good, but… but he didn’t look happy either.

“If you need me, I’ll be in the nurse’s office” Robink winked and walked away. “Look, I just wanted to say that I really…” Steve licked his lips and wiped his forehead with the palm of his hand. What the hell was going on here. “Goddamn, this is the first time I’ve been in situation like this… I appreciate it, but it’s never gonna happen”.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked. Why did Robin have to leave? Why did she have to leave you? “From what I remember that kiss was hot, you know, for being in seventh grade” Steve said slowly, leading the eye somewhere outside of you, just to avoid looking you in the eye. “And I think it’s really cool you think I have golden specks in my eyes. And that my hair is gorgeous. But this is a strange moment for me… I just broke up with Nancy, you know… Becky is… she’s fine, she seems fine. I may not be ready at all…”

You stopped listening to him and looked at his hands. You don’t know what you expected, maybe they will shake as much as yours, but no. He was holding the envelope. A white, slightly old envelope, with his name written with your writing. With your pen. And your hand.

“At first I thought it was just Dustin’s stupid joke, but that dipshit probably doesn’t even know how to write…” Steve kept on talking, but your mind was somewhere else. It went all the way from school to your house, tossing the whole room in it’s memory, wondering hhow did the letters get in sight. How did they even reach the people they were never supposed to reach?

“I don’t want to be an asshole, and I certainly don’t want you… I don’t know, to feel bad about it, but…” Steve’s voice was drilling into your brain, and your stomach started to shrink painfully. Maybe it’d have managed, if it wasn’t for the fact that Jonathan was just going to the pitch, and he also was holding the envelope.

Oh, no.

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[bravadoseries]

All the evens for Audrey and all the odds for Margo!

thank you!  this got super long so i’m putting it under a cut hehe

audrey: 

2. why is your oc problematic?

audrey is problematic because she has no clue what she’s doing when it comes to anything and when it comes to being a hero, she relies almost entirely on trial and error.  

4. what crossovers with other ocs have you talked about?

i have talked about crossovers with you for leila, @emiliachrstine​ with jacqueline, and @notaboutcat​ with grace barnes!!!  

6. if your oc were to have superpowers, what would they be? if your oc has superpowers, what are they?

so audrey has super soldier strength as her primary superpower, and also there’s some other stuff that will be revealed during the thor: tdw arc

8. alright, be honest—whether or not they get the chance to prove it, is your oc worthy?

so i think that audrey does become worthy eventually during endgame, but i think that all the avengers are.  

10. what’s your oc’s fight song? (e.g., immigrant song for thor, just a girl for carol)

girls just wanna have fun!!! i think is the biggest one.  but i have actually picked out songs for the main fights in all of the movies audrey is in: 

avengers battle of new york: “mama talking” by parov stelar

moscow fight against bucky: “bad guy” by billie eilish which i know wasn’t technically released yet but it’s okay

thor: tdw final fight: “big god” by florence and the machine

tws final fight: “seven nation army” by the white stripes

avengers: aou battle of sokovia: “glass & patron” by fka twigs

captain america: civil war airport scene: “bad blood” by taylor swift

angels of mercy final fight: “tomboy” by princess nokia

thor: ragnarok: “the future’s so bright, i gotta wear shades” by timbuk 3 

avengers: iw: “yellow flicker beat” by lorde

avengers: endgame: “girls just wanna have some” by chrormatics and “lights up” by harry styles and “boys wanna be her” by peaches 

12. what was your oc like in high school?

audrey didn’t officially go to high school because she was tutored privately until she started just going to college but she was generally bored with her tutors.  when she went to high school in the 80s, she was jarred.  even though she’d gotten several degrees by that point, she was like freaked out by being with other people and having to have a social life because in college she just didn’t talk to anybody.  so she was nervous and quiet but she did have one good friend!

14. your oc meets thanos. what’s their first move?

omg audrey’s first move is to spit on him, i think, and then she just like attempts to tackle him and scratch his eyes out ngl

16. your oc gets married. which canon characters are in the wedding party?

yesss braudrey wedding time!! natasha is one of her bridesmaids, tony is the officiant, and both steve and darcy walk her down the aisle.  steve and darcy have a young daughter by this point who is a flower girl with morgan, and they’re super cute.  i could talk about the braudrey wedding for so long though i have so many little plans

18. what are your oc’s bad habits or vices?

audrey loves sweets, i think is one of her vices. she also tends to know she’s making bad choices but go through with them anyway. 

20. your oc wears the gauntlet (without any detrimental effects on their health) and gets one snap to wish for anything they want. what do they ask for?

audrey asks to destroy the infinity stones, i think most likely.  she doesn’t want that energy to be condensed into such a powerful form because that’s like a nightmare.  i think it changes from film to film, but by the end, her final wish is for everyone to not be so powerful all the time

22. what does your oc’s bedroom look like?

audrey’s apartment is very minimalist, because it’s easy for her to get overwhelmed.  before she moved into the tower, she was a workaholic because she would get so bored with her freetime that she always had case files everywhere.  once she joins the avengers though and kind of like starts building a life for herself, she starts to settle into her place more and have details that reflect her life more—photos on the walls, little things that she collects from good memories, and a lot of books on the shelves!  audrey likes big windows and keeps them open, but the space is mostly like white with dark blue accents.  

24. which characters from other movies or shows is your oc a combination of?

excellent question!  so audrey reminds me a lot of like the most chaotic combinations of mike schur main ships?  she’s both chidi and eleanor, and both jake and amy.  she’s anxious but also impulsive, awkward but also extremely loving, strong but also scared.  

26. which canon character would they go to for advice? why?

audrey goes to different characters for advice about different things!  with moral problems, she goes to steve.  with fighting advice, she heads to natasha, obviously.  with relationship advice, she heads to darcy.  and later, post aou, audrey actually spends a lot of time with wanda and pietro becoming more politically active.  

28. what’s your oc’s biggest flaw?

audrey is scared of everything! i think is her biggest flaw.  it’s hard for her to overcome that fear.  

30. what movies or shows is your oc featured in?

audrey is in agent carter, she has cameos in iron man 1+2, thor 1, captain marvel, and captain america: tfa.  she’s a main in avengers, thor 2, tws, avengers: aou, captain america: civil war, thor 3, and avengers iw and endgame!

margo: 

1. how did you pick your oc’s name?

margo is short for margaret! i think peggy is kind of an old-fashioned name (technically so is margo) but margo is cute and short too 

3. besides their main ship, who else do you think they would work well with?

i think margo could have a relationship with magnus (thor and jane’s older son) but it probably wouldn’t be super healthy.   also i think she and calliope could have had a cute relationship which coulson would have lost his mind about lol.

5. what’s a crossover with another oc that you’ve wanted to do, but haven’t officially discussed or planned?

i feel like it would be cool to talk about margo with @cassercole​‘s queve family ! i think an audrey and q crossover would just slap in general because i think it would be angsty and cool and i can imagine q being like . i did not sign up to be a stepmother, but thanks, but then the two of them actually becoming friends eventually.  

but anyway, i can imagine bonnie and tristan teasing margo and making them call her aunt and uncle but them all getting along well and hanging out at family reunions and getting into trouble . having a vision of the three of them stealing a blunt or something from tony’s jacket pocket at thanksgiving and then all of them being high and paranoid about getting caught by steve. 

q catches them and margo is like please don’t be mad and please don’t tell my mom and q just rolls her eyes and closes the door to the room they’re all in after telling them dinner’s in 10 minutes, and she won’t tell but it’s up to them not to get caught.  

7. rank their compatibility with the marvel teams: avengers, guardians of the galaxy, agents of shield, defenders, runaways

okay so: 1) avengers, because they’re her family.  2) gotg, because she thinks they’re all super weird and cool.  3) runaways, because i think she’s scrappy and has a similar sheltered background to them.  4) aos, just because found family time.  5) defenders.  super brutal and she’s just like ummmm i am scared . 

9. which other mcu characters would your oc really get along with?

i think gamora and margo would get along super well.  also margo’s close with carol because she likes how she’s not too serious about herself as a hero.  i think she’s also probably gets along well with wanda and pietro.  she’s super close with her dad, also.  

11. post a snippet of the next chapter of an oc’s fic!

okay to be honest i have not written any of margo’s fic yet so i will have to pass 

13. what’s a secret about your oc that they would never admit? feel free to be as angsty or as silly as you’d like!

margo would never admit it but she has a slight schoolgirl crush on thor, who is one of the strength instructors slash english teachers at the academy.  

15. if your oc has a costume/were to have a costume, what does it/would it look like? what colors? cape or no cape?

no cape, but sometimes she ties a towel around her neck and dances in her dorm room.  margo’s costume would probably look a lot like helena bertinelli’s costume on arrow—very classic, infinity mask, etc. 

17. after a battle, how does your oc recover?

she cries into her pillow for several hours and enters a period if intense self loathing and eats ice cream.  

19. what were some other faceclaims you considered for your oc?

when audrey was shipped with pietro, margo was played by josefine frida petersen!

21. if your oc survived the snap, who do they miss the most?

in an au where audrey has margo before infinity war and the snap, margo would be devastated to grow up without her mother

23. what’s their love language? what’s the love language of the character they’re shipped with?

i think margo’s is words of affirmation, and leo’s is quality time! 

25. which characters annoy your oc? why?

margo gets annoyed with her mom, a lot.  audrey and bex are really close and so she feels left out of that relationship.  i also think that margo doesn’t get along super well with pepper because she thinks pepper doesn’t like her.  she doesn’t like peter quill that much, even though she likes the rest of the guardians.  and she never meets loki, but i think she would absolutely hate him.  

27. what’s your oc’s biggest strength?

i think her biggest strength is her big heart!  she feels a lot and she’s kind of intense but she’s a very loving person.  

29. team cap, team iron man, team i don’t care, or team please stop fighting?

team please stop fighting!! she’s like why is my life an episode of family feud . i know she doesn’t exist then but she looks back on it and brings it up sometimes and they’re both deeply embarrassed about it in hindsight and also like . okay BUT and she’s like okay nevermind!!!!

[kittyxuchiha11]

Like a hurricane -Burtonfield-

Summary: Skeletons and ghosts are better left in the closet where they belong. Shut away forever so maybe Claire can actually move on with her life, and not be terrified of any person getting close to her because of what happens when they do.

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Her mind is going into overdrive trying to think of a reasonable explanation to why she’s feeling the way she is. She knows it’s wrong, oh so wrong, and that’s why she needs to rule out the one thing her mind is automatically telling her it is.

 She’s in love. But the thing is, she isn’t.

 She simply can’t be, won’t allow herself to be if she really is. She’s had her fair share of heartbreak throughout her life, and knows by now to cut off all sorts of feelings before she gets hurt. But it seems her heart has missed the memo this time to do just that. If it had, then she wouldn’t be lying awake at 3am staring at the ceiling realising that just maybe what she feels for her friend is a little more than friendly.

 A deep sigh escapes Claire’s lips as she rolls onto her side, using her left arm as a make shift pillow and reaching for her phone with her right. She reaches blindly to the bedside table, knocking several things over and cringing slightly as they fall to the floor with a soft thud. Claire eventually grasps an object that feels like her phone, and with one press to the side the room is illuminated by the bright screen. She scrunches up her eyes, trying desperately to dim the screen before she actually blinds herself, then brings the device closer to her face in an attempt to focus on the screen.

 Amazingly, she actually does have a message waiting for her. She wonders for a moment how she didn’t hear it, then remembers her phone has been on silent since she was in that meeting today. It was a meeting with the big shots behind the whole organization who were finally going over the threat of the virus Claire had encountered on that island. How it’s taken so long for them to inquire and start asking questions exactly why Terrasave and its operatives were targeted, she doesn’t really know or understand. She makes a face before pushing the volume button and un-muting the device so she’ll actually know if anyone wants to talk to her.

 It’s then that she remembers about the message, the little (1) next to the envelope on her task bar does a subtle enough job of reminding her. She’s been a little spaced out recently, absent minded if you would. But then who wouldn’t be considering everything she’d been through. Apparently thinking your friend is dead for six months while doctors are prodding you with needles every day isn’t the best for your mental health. And sure, Moira is indeed alive and knowing that both her and Natalia are safe is a huge relief, yet something still bugged her. It was like that tiny voice at the back of her mind would not shut up about how she should still feel bad for what she had done. But what could she have done really? Moira was as good as dead when she left her. And after all, the younger girl had wanted Claire to get out alive. Even though she knew all of this, it didn’t stop her feeling bad about everything that had happened.

 She snaps out of her daydream, focusing once again on the screen in front of her and realising the message is in fact from Moira. She checks the time stamp, noticing the message had only arrived about 10 minutes ago. At least she wouldn’t be replying several hours later like she has a nasty habit of doing.

 ‘Don’t suppose you’re awake at this hour?’

 Claire reads the text a few more times just checking she’d read it correctly before hitting the reply button and writing a simple message back.

 ‘Only us insomniacs are up at this time; I guess you’re in that club now too?’

 She closes her eyes after pressing the send button, then holds the phone to her chest as she lets out a deep breath of irritation. Indeed, she should be sleeping, and although recently her and Moira have joked about being in the ‘insomnia club’ together, she knows it isn’t healthy that either of them aren’t sleeping as much as they should be. Claire herself has learned how to cope with all the emotions you go through after biohazard outbreaks, but of course Moira is new to this. and Claire is honestly worried sick about the girl. Moira is young and should be been out with her friends, not awake all night because the nightmares are too real that she’s scared of going to sleep. Sure, Moira has told everyone she’s fine, but Claire can see she definitely is not fine. After all, Claire had been a similar age when she’d experienced the horrors of Racoon City, and although she’d appeared strong, she remembers all the nightmares and terrifying thoughts she just couldn’t shake for months.

 A soft noise brings her attention back to the object in her hand. Unlocking the screen, she notices Moira has messaged her back. As her eyes read over the text she feels a little uneasy. If that’s because of its content, or because this is just Moira, she doesn’t know.

 ‘Yeah, the insomnia club is the coolest club to be in. I was asleep, stupid nightmares woke me up again…’

 ‘Want to talk about it? I could call you’

 Claire answers, typing as fast as she can so she can’t change her mind. It’s not that Claire doesn’t like Moira, far from it actually. Moira has always been a good friend, Claire’s best friend now she really thinks about it. That’s quite sad for a woman of her age to have a best friend who is twelve years younger than her, but honestly, she doesn’t really mind. People can be as judgmental as they want, but the way she sees it is: you pick your friends, and if people don’t like it, they don’t have to care.

 No, the problem is that although Moira is her friend, she means a hell of a lot more than any friend Claire has ever had. Even Leon or Sherry, who are supposedly her best friends due to everything they went through together, she doesn’t even feel half as much for them as she does for Moira. Of course, this is concerning to Claire. Okay, it’s way more than concerning, it’s damn terrifying. This is a good friend’s daughter she’s thinking about here, how can she even begin to suspect her feelings are anything more than friendly. Along with the fact she’s never liked girls, Claire’s always been straight as far as she’s concerned.

 ‘No you don’t have to do that I’m fine, honestly 😊’

 Moira replies in record time, which of course makes Claire think the girl is in fact not okay. That as well as the smiley face. Sure Moira is really into her emojis or whatever they’re called when she’s posting on social media, but she never uses smiley faces when texting Claire, that’s of course until now.

 ‘I know when you’re lying Moira, always have and always will’ Claire types out, stopping for a moment to collect her thoughts before continuing ‘I’ll call if you want me to, I’m not going to get any sleep any time soon’

 She presses send yet again, reading her message over hoping it doesn’t sound as desperate as she thinks it does. God, she feels like a love-sick teenager when she talks to Moira. It’s stupid, and of course incredibly weird for someone her age, but she can’t help it. There’s no denying she has a real fondness for the younger girl, and she almost want to beg that that’s what all these feelings mean, but she knows deep down she’s wrong about that.

 Of course having experienced what they did on that island together brought them closer. They were close before and Claire all but wants to admit she cares greatly for Moira, but going through what they did made them develop a sort of bond she can’t describe as mere friendship anymore. And in the whole six months they were separated, with Claire under the impression Moira was dead, the pain she felt was unreal. She had felt that same uselessness long ago after she couldn’t save Steve. Like she’d failed and all she could do was cry for someone that had died for her sake. Except unlike Steve, Moira is alive and not just a distant memory.

 She supposes that’s why she feels like this. Moira and Steve have a lot in common, their childishness and the need to rebel being the main points. As Claire watched Moira grow up she was reminded of Steve constantly, and it scared her. At one point, she wondered if maybe she was unconsciously using the younger girl as a substitute for the boy who loved her so long ago. But that was just a silly thought, Steve was a ghost of the past who had haunted her for a long time. Skeletons and ghosts are better left in the closet where they belong. Shut away forever so maybe Claire can actually move on with her life, and not be terrified of any person getting close to her because of what happens when they do.

 She was mainly over feeling like this until her and Moira were kidnapped. Then it all came back, all these old feelings of guilt and regret because yet again, she had let someone get too close and they were put in danger and nearly killed because of her. It was the life she lived, she knew that but yet the information never became easier to digest. She had chosen the easier path according to Leon, she wasn’t a fighter and he was right. But that didn’t mean her involvement in trying to stop bioterrorism didn’t come with consequences. She knew that now.

 She jumps a little as her phone vibrates in her hand, her ringtone humming softly as it usually does. She’s confused for a moment, wondering why on earth someone would be calling her at 3am. That is until she sees who is in fact calling her. She immediately accepts the call, placing the phone to her ear.

 “Hey” she attempts to say, having to clear her throat as her voice comes out in a raspy whisper from not being used in a good few hours. “You okay?”

 She hears a shuffling sound on the other end of the line, as if someone is nodding, before just the person she was thinking of speaks up. “Yeah…” Moira answers softly, sounding distracted. Claire knows that feeling all too well.

 “I thought I was supposed to be calling you?” Claire replies, trying to sound a little smug and teasing, knowing that Moira likes it when Claire isn’t so proper and formal with her.

 “I just…fuck, okay. I’m gonna sound totally shit and like I’m some stupid kid, but I just wanted to hear your voice”

 Claire is speechless for a moment, wondering just how long Moira has been awake since she’s very clearly been thinking about Claire just as much as Claire has been thinking about her.

 “That’s okay” Claire replies back smoothly, deciding now is not the best time to try think of a smart come back. “Are you okay?”

 “Yeah…yeah I’m fine. I just-” Moira makes an irritated noise “I’m so fucking sick of this shit. Like how the hell do you put up with all these stupid nightmares and the stupid anxiety shit?”

 Yet again, Claire doesn’t know what to say. Is she supposed to tell the younger girl that you just get used to it? or the truth that no matter how long it’s been, the nightmares always come back to haunt you. Of course Claire’s most recent nightmares have been about Moira and when she’d left her to die, but she doesn’t really want to share that information with Moira. Not because she thinks it would upset the girl, she knows Moira is perfectly fine with what happened back there. But because she doesn’t want to make herself sound like the victim here. She’s older, and someone Moira looks up too, and as cliché as it sounds she doesn’t want to display that sort of weakness in front of her.

 “Hey, Claire?”

 Claire’s brought back to reality by Moira’s voice once again. She makes a small noise of agreement as if to tell Moira she’s still there. She would try to say something, but her mind is completely blank on how to approach this situation. Which was incredibly stupid she knows because Moira needs her right now.

 “Y’know, I didn’t think you’d be up at this time” Moira says, obviously sensing how awkward Claire’s feeling about this by the fact she hasn’t said anything. That’s one of the things Claire loves about Moira, the fact that she can just talk her way out of any situation.

 “I’d rather be sleeping” Claire replies, sighing softly as she turns back onto her back.

 “So would I, but that breaks the rules of the insomnia club” Moira says, the grin evident in her voice. Claire snorts, a smile spreading across her face to match Moira’s. It isn’t even particularly funny or that much of a reason to smile, but these days Claire takes the bursts of happiness whenever they appear.

 “So um, metaphorically speaking…what would you do if I was outside your house right now?” Moira suddenly says, sounding nervous.

 It’s then that Claire finally places that background noise that she keeps hearing when there’s a silence between the two. It’s the wind, of course it is.

 “Please tell me you’re just standing by an open window or something”

 “Uh, well…”

 Claire groans slightly, kicking the covers away and swinging her legs over the side of her bed as she sits up.

 “I knew showing you where I was staying was a mistake”

 Moira just laughs, making Claire crack a small smile once again. She probably should be annoyed, especially since Barry will probably want to murder his daughter for walking all the way across town at 3am, especially since it’s to see Claire. The two may seem to be on okay terms, but Claire can tell Barry still holds something against her for even encouraging Moira to just join Terrasave in the first place.

 “Hold on, I’ll let you in”

 Claire says into the phone as she places her feet on the ground, stretching briefly before she gets up and begins to make her way towards the front door. She isn’t staying in her apartment at the moment, and she’s honestly she’s glad of that, or Moira would have had a much longer walk. She’s staying in an old friend’s house who told her she could stay there if she ever needed to hide out. Her having to actually hide out anywhere doesn’t happen very often because honestly, in her line of work most of their enemies were grumpy old politicians that were all bark and no bite. But since she and her co-workers were actually kidnapped, and the fact everyone knows who she is, she decided it was better to hide out here. Not because she’s worried the hired suits will come looking for her, more just because she’s tired of action and just wants to be able to at least try to relax a little.

 This is both a good and bad thing for Claire. Good because she’s away from the busy city she’s used to living in, and that definitely helps her stress levels. Bad because in the six months it took to track down where her and Moira had been, Barry was right across town from her. She avoided the man as well as she could, being in quarantine for the first few of those six months helped that. But obviously when he turned up at the house and asked her all sorts of questions about what had happened, she couldn’t simply ignore him and go back to living her life. She helped him out as much as she could, but she could see just from looking at the older man that he wasn’t thrilled to be talking to her. She understood perfectly why as well, imagine one of your closest friends had been the reason your daughter had been kidnapped and probably killed.

 Claire shakes the thoughts from her head, coming back to reality to realise she’d been standing in the hallway facing the front door with her phone still pressed to her ear.

 “…Claire?” She hears Moira say, Claire hearing the girl’s muffled voice through the door as well as through the speaker on her phone.

 “Uh, yeah. I’m here, sorry” she mumbles, quickly walking the distance to the front door.

 “Could you hurry up? I’m freezing my fucking ass off out here”

 Claire undoes the two locks on the upper door before she turns the keys, successfully unlocking the door with a quick tug down on the door handle. Maybe she is a little paranoid after everything she’s been through, but at least the many locks on the door make her feel a little safer.

 The door opens to reveal a rather cold looking Moira, actually shivering from her typical lack of sensible clothing. She flashes Claire a smile, which instantly falls when she notices the tight frown on the older woman’s face.

 “What’s wrong?”

 “Did you really have to pick the shortest pair of shorts you owned in the middle of winter?”

 Moira rolls her eyes, stepping forward and making sure to elbow Claire on her way past her into the house. Claire smiles, closing the door after her visitor and of course fastening all the locks once again.

 Claire wanders into the living room to find Moira with the thin woollen blanket that’s always draped over the back of the sofa around her shoulders. She hasn’t bothered to turn on the main light to the room as the light streaming in from the hall is enough to see around her. Claire just stands there for a moment, almost as if in a trance as she looks at the younger girl. The light just seems to frame Moira’s features perfectly, and honestly Claire can’t make herself look away even if she wants to.

 Moira sighs, closing her eyes as she leans back against the sofa, looking a lot happier now she isn’t standing outside Claire’s window. She probably was literally ‘freezing her ass off’ out there dressed in what she’s wearing. Now, Claire does have to admit Moira does have a very nice body. so of course she wants to wear clothes that show it off. She just wishes she wouldn’t do it in the middle of winter. There have been many times when they’ve been out together, and she’s seen guys ogling at her friend. She always put it down to the fact that Moira is younger, and she wants to protect her that the guy’s stares always bother her so much. But with everything in her head just now, she’s starting to realise maybe it isn’t just because of that.

 “Claire”

 “Uh huh?”

 “You’re staring at me again”

 Claire flinches as she realises she’s been so deep in thought she’s managed to not only miss Moira opening her eyes and looking at her, but also the younger girl actually talking to her. She quickly looks away, moving a few stray strands of hair out of her face as a sort of distraction to herself as she mentally kicks herself. Moira is going to think she’s losing it just staring at her like that. Not that the staring is a particularly new thing to them both, Claire is pretty sure Moira has caught her staring openly at her a few times now.

 “So, how long have you been awake?” Claire asks, desperately trying to make conversation to resolve the awkward silence that’s fallen upon them.

 “Don’t know” Moira answers with a shrug “Since about one, I think”

 “I had a late night at the office so I didn’t get in until 11” Claire replies, her eyes wandering over the shadows in the room scanning for any sort of danger, just out of habit more than anything.

 “You’re gonna to work yourself to death one day” Moira says with a smile, obviously trying to make a joke and brighten up the conversation. It doesn’t work though, they both look away as another silence overtakes them.

 “Wait” Claire says, suddenly realising something “How long were you waiting outside for?”

 Moira bows her head and mumbles her reply “Since about two maybe…”

 Claire groans, leaning back against the door frame and closing her eyes for a moment “Why didn’t you call me sooner?”

 “I didn’t know if you were asleep. I was just gonna go for a walk if you didn’t reply. You know, clear my head and shit, needed the fresh air anyway”

 Claire stands up straight once again, and turns to face Moira properly as she tries to look at her through the darkness. “You’re okay though, right?”

 “Yeah. Yeah, of course. I went to bed at 12, thinking if I went to bed early-ish I might actually sleep but then-”

 Claire waits for Moira to finish her sentence, but she doesn’t. She’s looking at her hands, fidgeting nervously. It’s become a habit of hers lately Claire has noticed. It’s a bit weird since she’s used to seeing Moira as such an outgoing loud person. There’s always a slight nervousness about her now. Although Claire doesn’t really expect any less than that.

 Moira had been on that island for six long months fighting for her life. It was no wonder she was showing some signs of anxiety, and probably various other disorders that a psychologist would diagnose, that was if she ever went to one of course. Moira has always been stubborn, and when she had her mind set on something it is not easy to try make her change it. She claims she’s fine, Claire of course knows she isn’t, but feels it isn’t exactly her place to say.

 “Moira?” Claire asks softly, slowly making her way over to the sofa and sitting down next to the girl carefully. Moira jumps when she hears Claire’s voice, her head snapping towards the noise. Their eyes meet then, and Claire almost feels her heart shatter as she sees the haunted look in her friend’s eyes. Her eyes are glassed over, tears threatening to spill as the fear shines brightly in the little light the room has to offer.

 “They’re really bad sometimes” Moira eventually says, her eyes not leaving Claire’s. “I remember every little fucking detail and I hate it”

 “Moira…”

 “It’s so fucking stupid. I want to be able to do normal shit like go out without having a fucking panic attack every time”

 Claire bites her lip, not knowing what to say to even try to calm Moira down. Although Claire definitely wouldn’t describe herself as someone who likes physical contact, she knows sometimes a simple touch is the best thing for someone who’s hurting. She likes to think she just isn’t a touchy type of person by nature, but she knows that she’s this way because of the fact she’s spent so long trying to avoid getting close to people. It’s what you do when everyone who’s ever gotten close to you ends up dead.

 Claire slowly reaches out and covers Moira’s slightly shaking hands with her own. She flashes her friend a small smile of reassurance, hoping even a small gesture like this will give some sort of comfort.

 “Thanks for this, by the way” Moira suddenly says, sounding a little nervous as her eyes meet Claire’s.

 “For what?”

 “This” She says softly, her eyes flickering from Claire’s to where their hands are connected. “being here for me and shit”

 “Moira.” Claire says with a soft frown, giving Moira’s hands a quick squeeze before withdrawing her own. “You know everyone is there to talk if you need to”

 “You’re the only one I want to talk to though. You actually understand everything”

 Claire just looks at Moira, not entirely sure what to say, especially since the first response that comes into her head is one Moira definitely doesn’t want to hear. “…Barry understands, and he is your dad, Moira”

 “I…” Her head snaps up and her eyes are on Claire’s with a strange look in them, something Claire can’t read at all. “I don’t wanna worry him anymore…life at home is really weird just now”

 “How?”

 “It just- it just fucking is, alright? Mom keeps looking at me like she’s scared I’ll disappear again if she looks away, and Polly is being super weird, like really fucking weird, hugging me all the time and shit. And Barry- fucking Barry won’t leave me alone! I get it, he’s my dad, but he needs to chill the fuck out and let me lead my own damn life again”

 “Moira…” Is all Claire can think to say. A silence stretches out between them, and Claire can’t bear to see that broken look on Moira’s face. “They’re all just worried about you, they want to protect you”

 “And what if I don’t want them to protect me, huh? What if I just want to lead my own fucking life without any of this shit” She sighs deeply, her shoulders slumping before she looks up at Claire with this incredibly vulnerable look that Claire has never seen before. “You get me Claire, they don’t. They’re tip toeing around me, scared I’ll shatter like some shitty glass ornament if they get too close. But you Claire.” She reaches out and touches Claire’s arm gently. “you’re not like that, never have been”

 Claire doesn’t know what to do. Her mind is reeling with what to do, what to say, how much she wants to kiss Moira and tell her it will be okay. She’s trapped in her own perpetual spiralling thoughts, so much so that she doesn’t notice Moira slowly edging closer to her. In fact, she only notices Moira has moved at all when she feels the younger girls hand slowly trailing up her arm. Their eyes meet, and Claire’s stomach has never flipped so hard in her entire life.

 “Moira…”

 Moira just tilts her head slightly, and searches Claire’s face for something. Claire feels like a deer in headlights, her eyes feeling almost comically wide as she stands there with her heart in her throat. Moira blinks once, twice, then finally looks away, not moving away but still making Claire feel slightly more at ease.

 “Claire? Can I…can I stay here tonight? Barry will flip if he catches me sneaking back in”

 It takes a moment for the words to actually make sense in Claire’s sleep deprived brain, but when they do, she rushes into action, trying incredibly hard to push back any thoughts about having Moira in her bed. “Uh, yeah, sure. Bedrooms upstairs” she says dumbly, pointing to the stairs like a child.

 Moira flashes her an amused smile, going to move past Claire, but then she stops. She looks back at her, and it’s only then that Claire realises she’s holding her arm.

 “…Claire?” Moira asks softly, her eyes now full of curiosity and confusion as they meet Claire’s. Claire has no idea what she’s doing, why she’s doing it. She should just let Moira go upstairs to bed and sleep on the sofa, it’s what she planned to do. So why is she doing this?

 Moira’s eyes soften as she seems to suddenly understand why Claire is holding her arm like this. She moves her arm slightly which manages to snap Claire out of her thoughts and make her let go. She’s expecting Moira to just say something like that she shouldn’t worry about her, or maybe that she isn’t a kid and doesn’t need Claire worrying about her too. What Claire isn’t expecting is for Moira to wrap her arms around her and bury her face in Claire’s neck. She freezes, staying completely still and just listening to Moira’s breathing, her mind desperately racing to why Moira would suddenly hug her. She doesn’t seem to be upset, she seems really calm from her breathing…so why?

 “Moira?” Claire asks, her voice low and quiet, her fingers twitching as the urge to hug the younger girl back is growing stronger by the second. Moira leans back slightly, just enough so that their eyes meet, and Claire has to use all her power not to look at Moira’s lips. They both just watch each other for a moment, neither wanting to break the silence. Eventually Moira does.

 “This is nice, y’know?”

 “…What?” Claire asks, confused not only by Moira’s tone, but by the strange look in her eyes.

 “This, the hugging and shit…do you remember when you met me outside of quarantine when I was cleared? You looked, like so fucking sad, and like the whole world ending. And then you hugged me so tight, like so tight I didn’t think you’d ever let go…I didn’t want you to let go, Claire”

 Claire’s arms unconsciously seem to snake around Moira’s waist as she’s talking, squeezing slightly when Moira’s voice wavers on her name. Claire’s thoughts are still a mess, but she knows she needs to be here for Moira now and hold her. Hold her like she did on that day they were reunited, like the day after quarantine when she held her in her arms for a good few minutes and just told her how sorry she was. Like the first night Moira had stayed over and had a nightmare, and like the time in the mall when Moira was shaking like a leaf from the panic. Claire may not like contact, but for Moira, she feels she can overcome it easily.

 “I won’t” she finds herself whispering, seeming to surprise them both because Moira’s eyes widen slightly when she hears it. She just stares at Claire for a moment before hugging her tighter, tucking her head into Claire’s neck and inhaling her safe, familiar scent. Claire can’t help but smile, actually, properly smile when she feels Moira try move closer to her.

 She still can’t think straight, still has no idea what she’s supposed to do about these feelings. She doesn’t know why she’s even doing this, but deep down she really does. She’s in love, she doesn’t want to be, but she is. Moira Burton came into her life like a hurricane, changed everything that felt once safe, and now won’t leave. Claire is stuck with her, and maybe, just maybe that isn’t an as bad thing as she first thought.

[peter-pan-hoe]

Indestructible

Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader

REPOSTED FROM MY OLD AVENGERS BLOG

Warning: swearing, kinda violence? Very rough play fighting. lot’s of kissies and implied smut.

Word count: 3600+ (oh boy it’s a long one)

Lemme know what y’all think.

Y/n POV

I was the newest member of the Avengers.

Parker being the second newest given his recent recruitment only 6 months before me.

Romanoff said something about that being the newest people we’ve had since Vision, Wanda and Bucky.

They all joined officially when their Civil War (as Parker liked to call it [nerd]) issues and reformed.

Bucky was still dealing with all his issues and apparently, I didn’t help.

He and I clicked immediately.

But while I flirted A LOT, he would merely be civil and friendly.

At first, I thought maybe he wasn’t interested, seeing as he could be flirty with Natasha and sometimes even Steve, but then I started to catch him watching me train.

I’ve often offered to spar with him but he always turned me down.

I guess he hadn’t figured out what I was capable of.

In fact, no one had.

Stark was the only one who knew of my mutation.

I had asked that he keep it a secret from the rest of the team purely for being able to shock and surprise them one day.

The most they knew was that I was stronger than an average human and had wicked combat skills.

I’m able to go toe to toe with Natasha purely for what she lacks in strength, she makes up for in her quick reflexes and speed, often using my strength against me.

Which obviously I let her do.

And so, I took it upon myself to seek out further explanation from the only person who knew Bucky the truest.

Steve.

 “Heya Cap’n,” I jokingly saluted as I stood in the doorway to Steve’s room.

 “Hey kiddo,” he smirked at me. “What can I do for you?”

 “I just have a question,” I stepped into the room and shut his door behind me to avoid anyone else hearing. “About Bucky,”

 “Okay…?” he looked at me quizzically, clearly suspicious as to why I closed the door. “Ask away,”

 “Does he dislike me?” I asked very quickly.

Steve looked at me, dumbfounded. “No?”

 “Are you sure?” I pressed.

 “Yes, I’m sure,” he chuckled nervously. “Why are you asking? Has he said something rude to you?”

 “No no,” I said hurriedly as I sat down next to him on the edge of his bed. “He’s always very polite and nice. But that’s why I’m confused. He’s always silly and flirty with the other. Is it because I’m new? Is it because I haven’t told you guys about my abilities?”

 “He doesn’t dislike you Y/n,” Steve looked at me with ‘Dad Face’. “In fact, it’s quite the opposite,”

 “I’m sorry, what?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

 “He knows how much you like him,” Steve chuckled. “He’s very observant like that. He’s spoken to me about his thoughts of you and they’re all good thoughts,”

I stared at Steve beside me, completely unsure of how to respond.

 “He likes you just the same,” he added. “He’s been trying to get a read on your abilities out of curiosity. And he often asks Natasha about you. What kind of movies and books you like. That sort of thing,”

 “Then why is he so distant?” I asked quietly.

 “Because he’s afraid of hurting you,” he smiled softly and bumped my shoulder with his. “His past frightens him and he knows how incredibly strong he is now due to HYDRA’s experiments so he’s afraid of hurting you. You know he was kind of a player back in the day-”

 “Bucky was a fuckboi?” I interjected.

 “What?” He looked at me and frowned at my language. “I don’t really know what that means but I don’t think so,”

 “Alright,” I nodded. “Go on,”

 “Anyway,” he huffed. “He’s gained strength from the serum, and he’s got his arm. He’s told me he doesn’t want to pursue a relationship with you out of fear that if it gets physical, he might literally break you. His words not mine,”

 “You’re kidding,” I laughed. “Oh, this is hilarious!”

I chucked as I thought of how silly this was.

 “Why is it funny?” Steve asked, clearly confused.

 “I’ll explain later,” I jumped up from his bed and started for the door. “It’s time I told the team what I can do,”

I opened the door and ran down the hall to the elevator, all the while hearing Steve call out for me to explain my weird behaviour.

I made my way through the facility to find Tony and practically shouted at him when I found him.

 “STARK!” I yelped as I caught my breath in the doorway to his lab. “Team bonding night tonight. Rec room. Seven o’clock ON THE DOT,”

 “Alrighty,” he laughed as I sprinted out the door.

 “FRIDAY,” I shouted to the AI as I made my way to my room. “Can you notify the team of what I just told Tony. Rec room Seven pm. Team bonding night,”

 “Can do,” she responded smoothly.

Alright now all I must do is wait for the team to assemble for some games and revelations.

Seven o’clock came right on time as I had showered and put on my comfy clothes.

I was making my way to the rec room when I ran into Natasha in the hallway.

 “Yo,” I smiled.

“Hey,” she grinned back. “Are you the one who organised tonight?”

 “Yep,” I nodded happily. “I figured it was time for some fun bonding rather than getting to know each other’s fighting patterns. Y’know?”

She smiled as we stepped into the elevator.

 “That’s sounds perfect,” she smirked as she pressed the button for the floor that was used as our recreational area.

We exchanged recounts of our day to each other as we rode up and before we knew it, the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

The rest of the team was already there, sitting around on the many couches drinking drinks. I noticed a very unhappy Peter Parker sitting with a little kiddy bottle of orange juice.

 “Seriously you guys?” I gestured to him. “I know he’s a minor but he couldn’t just have water or a coffee? Something normal?”

The team broke out in chuckles and Parker continued to sulk on the far end of the couch.

 “Alright so what is the point of tonight’s bonging extravaganza?” Tony asked dramatically.

 “I figured we could drink, play some games, that sort of thing,” I explained as I sat down on the floor by the coffee table and reached for the nearly empty bottle of vodka. “I’m using Peter and I’s newness as an excuse to get you all drunk and lighten up,”

 “Really now?” Clint eyed me and snatched the bottle from my hand and took a long swig. “I don’t need an excuse to drink,”

 “Calm down Barton we only just got here,” Natasha took the bottle from him and handed it back to me.

 “Okay cool,” I grinned as I took Peter’s orange juice from him and poured some vodka into one of the glasses that had been laid out on the table and topped it off with Peter’s juice, handing the half empty juice bottle back to him. “Who’s got a game we can play??

The first game suggested was a trivia game. The topic was each other and we used peanuts from the bar as a point system. Natasha won of course. Knowing the most about everyone. Bucky was a close second.

Then we played truth or dare.

Everyone picked dare to try and seem less of a pussy and they were all getting super weird.

Natasha dared Clint to dance on the table, which of course he did.

Clint dared Steve to sing the National anthem and he did rather well I will admit.

Bucky dared Sam to imitate someone on the team and make us guess who it was.

He just scowled and everyone guess it was Bucky. We were right.

Then Wanda dared Peter to cling to the ceiling until his next turn.

Then it was my turn.

From the ceiling, Peter ask me to pick either truth or dare.

 “Dare,” I smiled, knowing full well what I was going to be dared to do.

 “I dare you to show us the full extent of your abilities,” He said, gaining a round of cheers from the team.

 “Alright, alright pipe down,” I chuckled as I stood up. “Nat, you got a gun on you?”

Sam laughed at this. “you seriously think she carries a gun with her all the time- oh look she has a gun…”

Everyone laughed at Sam as Natasha pulled a gun from a holster on her ankle.

 “What do you need my gun for?” she eyed me curiously.

 “Oh, I don’t need it,” I moved to stand by the bar and gestured for her to get up too. “You need it,”

 “Why?” she moved to stand opposite me, a safe distance from the team who were watching eagerly.

 “Shoot me,” I grinned.

 “What?” she looked over at Tony nervously.

 “Shoot her,” he shrugged in response. “Parker get down from there you’re going to want a good view of this. One that isn’t upside down,”

Natasha looked at me warily as Peter dropped from the ceiling and made himself comfortable on the back of the couch.

I looked over and saw Bucky watching my intensely so I sent him a wink.

 “Shoot me Natasha,” I said slightly louder. “SHOOT ME-”

the gun went off and Wanda screamed in surprise.

Both Bucky and Steve leapt to their feet out of instinct and shock and everyone else just stared.

I stumbled back a little from the impact of the bullet the centre of my chest.

I grinned as I reached into my cleavage and pulled the crushed bullet out and showed it to the team, pressed into itself like an empty soda can.

 “What the fuck?” Steve breathed, much to the amusement of many team members.

 “Guess what guys?” I chuckled as I stared directly at Bucky. “I’m indestructible,”

There was a long moment of silence before Natasha cleared her throat and put her gun back in its holster.

 “Neat,” Clint remarked as he chucked his empty drinking glass at me.

It collided with my head and shattered before pattering to the floor in little pieces.

 “You’re cleaning that up,” I frowned at him.

I moved to sit down on the couch and looked across the room to where Bucky sat, staring at his left hand, deep in thought.

 “Also, my enhanced strength?” I added. “A lot more enhanced than I let on,”

At this remark, Bucky looked up from his hand and looked directly into my eyes.

 “You mean you let me beat you all those times in training?” Natasha sounded hurt.

 “No not all the times,” I admitted. “you’ve truly kicked my ass at least twice,”

She smiled proudly and took a swig of her drink.

And with that we continued to play truth or dare.

Peter was instructed to get back on the ceiling as he hadn’t had his turn yet.

The games were fun.

I kept look up at Bucky who sometimes was looking at me too or he seemed deep in thought.

I looked up to watching him again but saw he was no longer in his seat.

I briefly caught sight of him slipping down the hall and decided to follow him.

I snuck away from the team and crept my way down the hall after Bucky.

He didn’t notice me until I was on his back.

Literally.

I snuck up behind him and jumped onto his back.

His instincts kicked in and he flipped me over his shoulder into the ground and held me in place with his metal hand on my clavicle.

His eyes widened in shock and fear when he saw it was me.

He jumped back and brushed his hair from his face.

 “Y/n” he whispered. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know it was you. You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that I could have seriously hurt you. Are you okay? I’m so sorry-”

I cut him off by using my legs to swipe his out from under him and manoeuvred myself over him and pinned his flesh arm over his head with one hand and used the other to hold myself up on his chest.

 “Now that you know you won’t break me, will you give me chance?” I whispered to him, leaning closer as I stared at him intently.

He didn’t answer with words.

He just chuckled and shoved me off before jumping up and smirking at me.

I smirked back and launched myself at him, knocking him back into the corridor wall which cracked and crumbled, leaving a Bucky sized dent in the plaster.

Team POV

 “Where’d Y/n go?” Peter asked.

 “And Bucky,” Steve added.

Before any could share their theories on their missing team mates there was a loud thump from down the hall.

A crash echoed and some laughter followed.

 “Found them,” Wanda chuckled.

 “Parker cover your ears,” Tony shouted.

 “I don’t need to I’m an adult,” he shouted.

 “No, you’re not,”

 “You’re still a child,”

 “Shut up and drink your juice,”

Another crash from down the hall sounded, interrupting the group’s banter.

Y/n POV

I laughed at the damage we were causing before jumping into Bucky’s arms, knowing him into the wall again, my knees on either side of his hips holding myself up with my shins resting on the top of his thighs.

He helped hold me up with his hands pressed into the back of my ribcage, more holding me close to himself than supporting me.

 “You won’t break me,” I smiled as I ran my fingers up the sides of his face and into his hair.

 “I might hurt you though,” He wasn’t backing out, he was just making sure I knew.

 “Well I’m sure you have noticed by now,” I looked around the hallway at the huge dents in the walls we had cause and pulled a piece of cracked plaster from his hair. “I like it rough,”

He smirked at my words and gently tossed me up so his hands were under my thighs and my legs wrapped around his waist.

I gripped hard onto his hair and roughly crashed my lips onto his.

He stepped back and leaned against the wall.

I slipped my legs back down to the ground so I was standing on my own two feet.

Bucky had to lean down as to not break the kiss. But I broke it anyway.

I stepped back a little as I grabbed his shirt and pulled him with me, when I was leaning against the opposite wall I tugged him hard into myself and his chest hit mine with a strength I could only dream of.

He put out his metal hand to stop himself from landing on me completely but his hand went straight through the wall and he face was a lot closer to mine than he expected, which I used to my advantage, kissing him again.

He brought his metal hand from the hole in the wall but left it there to hold himself up.

His other hand slid down the length of my body as I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged on his bottom lip with my teeth.

He glided his hand all the way down to my knee and he lifted my leg up around himself as he stood between my legs.

I chuckled and pulled away to look at him with a sly smile.

 “How strong are you Bucky?” I asked, lust dripping off my words.

 “Pretty strong,” he replied with a smirk. “why do you ask?”

 “Just curious,” I grinned as I pushed him off me into the wall behind him.

I kicked of the wall I leaned on to propel myself forward harder.

I crashed into him and pressed my mouth against his.

He kissed me back briefly but pushed me off and stood tall so he was looking down at me, holding my face.

I gripped his shirt hard and pulled him to me gently as a plan formed in my head.

He leaned his face down to kiss me once again and I stood up on my tip toes to meet him.

It was soft and gentle but rough and hard at the same time.

Sultry but messy.

I moaned as his mouth worked against mine and he groaned in response when I placed my hands on his stomach, holding onto his body rather than his clothes.

I grinned and giggled into the kiss.

He smiled back, knowing what I was about to do.

He opened his eyes and watched me as I shoved him into the wall again, but in out kiss we’d turned slightly and we almost missed the wall entirely, toppling to the ground.

We both laughed as I landed on him and he pulled me down to press my chest against his.

Team POV

 “I swear,” tony sounded pissed but he was grinning. “They’re trashing this place more than Bruce did when he beat the shit out of Loki,”

 “Well yeah,” Natasha chuckled. “Bruce beat Loki into the ground a whole bunch. These two are trashing an entire level of the building,”

 “How many times have you had to patch up these buildings?” Wanda asked.

 “Why does it matter?” Clint laughed. “He’s a billionaire it’s not like he can’t afford it,”

Wanda shrugged and let her question go.

 “It’s not the money that matters to me Robin Hood,” Tony glared. “It’s the complete disregard for other people’s property-”

More crashing came from down the hall, it sounded like it was getting closer.

 “Are they fighting?” Steve asked.

 “I feel like they wouldn’t be laughing if they were,” Vision added. “although maybe they’re play fighting?”

 “Well if they’re hooking up I don’t know why they’d be moving closer to us,” Peter chimed in. “Although maybe they’re so into it that they have no idea where they’re going,”

Everyone thought about what Peter was saying.

 “You think they’re hooking up?” Tony asked.

 “Yes tony,” the team all replied at once.

 “Y/n and Bucky have been eye fucking each other for months,” Clint stated plainly.

Peter chuckled and piped up once again. “And now they’re actually fuc-”

 “DON’T YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE!” Tony shouted. “I will have child of mine using such awful language,”

 “He’s not your child though,” Steve commented loudly over another booming crash that sounded as if it were just around the corner.

 “Shut the fuck up,” Tony faked a hurt expression. “He is my son and-”

He was cut off by yet another crash as Bucky was thrown into the room straight through the door that leads to the hallway.

The team all stayed silence as the watched him regain his steady footing and stare down the hallway.

He was covered in dust and plaster pieces.

Everyone watched as his face changed from “I just got tossed through a door” to “Do it again” as Y/n came into view in the doorway looking just as disheveled as Bucky.

The whole team watched as she ran at him, leaping into the air and landed safely in his embrace.

It would have seemed sweet until they started sucking face.

Y/n POV

Bucky’s hands roamed my legs and ass as he supported me in his arms.

He stepped back until he was leaning against the bar and it creaked and cracked under the pressure of us.

He turned around and placed me on the bench top.

I gripped the edge of the bench and felt the marble crumble in my grip.

Using my legs around his waist, I harshly pulled him closer to me so our bodies were even closer together.

He crashed into the bar and we heard it crack at the force

I moved my hands to his hair and brought his face down to meet mine in a rough open-mouthed kiss.

Fighting for dominance which he eventually granted me.

I was leaning back onto the bench to, wanting more of his weight on me when we were interrupted.

 “OI!”

We broke apart quickly and looked at our audience.

The whole team was staring at us in disbelief.

Tony was holding his arm over a struggling Peter’s eyes and he looked very unhappy.

He let go of Peter and continued to yell at us. “What the hell if going on here?”

 “I told you,” Clint sighed. “They’ve been eye fucking each other FOR MONTHS. Seriously it about time,”

 “Yeah,” Peter chuckled. “It’s about time you start actually fucking each other,”

 “Parker!” Steve shouted at the crass-mouthed teen.

Tony moved to him but Peter jumped onto the ceiling and scurried a small distance from Tony.

I slid off the bar and took a firm hold of Bucky’s metal hand.

 “My room?” he suggested.

 “Yeah let’s go,” I broke into a sprint down the hall, dragging him with me.

Team POV

They were left dumbfounded as the two sped away like rebellious teens.

Some more crashes sounded from above, suggesting they had taken the stairs rather than wait for the elevator.

 “Should we go to a bar?” Clint asked.

 “Yeah, I don’t want to listen to this,” Tony grumbled as a rhythmic thumping echoed around them.

 “YEP!” Steve practically shrieked as he jumped up from the couch and sped his way to the door. “FUCK IT WE’RE LEAVING!”

The rest of the team knew it must be serious if Steve was shouting profanities and promptly ran after him.

 “We’re changing Avengers facilities again,” Tony shouted as he ran after Steve. “AND WE’RE LEAVING THEM HERE!”

[cromulentbookreview]

Weaponized Jaws

Or: Seafire by Natalie C. Parker!

Action on the seas featuring badass female protagonists? Yeah, I’m definitely going to read that. Very little needed in the way of convincing me to read this book.

Seafire had been advertised before as Fury Road meets Wonder Woman meets the ocean, which makes sense. Though with much less Wonder Woman and way more of Kevin Costner's Waterworld.

Alright, children, gather around while I explain to you what Waterworld was.

Yeah, Waterworld. Not a video game, it was a movie starring Kevin Costner, the world’s only American-accented Robin Hood (hey, I like that movie, Alan Rickman was a treasure and I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise). Waterworld came out in 1995 and was massive flop, now a bit of a cult-classic. I remember 1995, somewhat vaguely. God I’m an Old now, aren’t I?

I’ll never be as cool as Steve Buscemi, though.

For those of you who enjoy both Fury Road and Waterworld, then you’ll definitely like Seafire. I love anything that takes place on the ocean - a side effect of my strange Dudes on Boats fixation that I’ve mentioned previously (my apologies to For a Muse of Fire, . Sea stories are kind of my thing. So is post-apocalyptic YA fiction. So this book ticked all the “I need entertainment and want to forget the news exists right now” boxes and worked out perfectly.

Caledonia Styx lives in Crapsack Waterworld, a post-apocalyptic flooded version of our world (referenced occasionally as the “old world”, flooded/destroyed as a result of some unknown calamity). Caledonia has the misfortune to live in an area controlled by Aric Athair, a vicious warlord and sir-not-appearing-in-this-book (since Seafire is the first in a planned trilogy, I’m sure we’ll meet him eventually). Anyway, Athair controls his war boys, called Bullets, by drugging them with something called Silt, made from some sort of weird hybrid poppy-flower-thing. Life in Athair’s territory sucks, so Caledonia’s mom, Rhona, and a bunch of other families have gotten together on the Styx family’s ship, the Ghost, to break through Athair’s blockade and head off to freedom elsewhere.

Unfortunately, the night the Ghost intends to escape, Caledonia and her best friend Pisces (they’re really big on the names from Greco Roman mythology in crapsack Waterworld) are sent ashore to gather some last minute supplies. Caledonia comes across a bullet called Lir, who asks for her help. It’s all bullshit, though - the second Caledonia gives away the location of the Ghost, Lir and his fellow bullets attack, slaughtering Caledonia and Pisces’s families and sinking the Ghost.

Pisces didn’t witness Lir’s treachery, though, and Caledonia, feeling responsible for the deaths of all those onboard the Ghost, keeps that bit where she gave away the position of the ship to herself. That makes sense, considering how guilty it feels, but later, as Caledonia refers to Pisces as her “sister”, the fact that she kept this bit of intel under wraps does become a tad annoying. Especially when Caledonia refuses, multiple times, to clarify why it is she does’t trust Bullets. She’s just like “nope, can’t trust Bullets” instead of “no, that one time I trusted a Bullet, he slaughtered our families.”

Anyway!

Four years after the deaths of their families, Caledonia and Pisces have raised and repaired the Ghost, renaming it the Mors Navis.

(Language nerd sidebar: Mors Navis, by the way, is Latin for Death Ship. Thank you Google translate! No thanks to my 10+ years of German education. Why couldn’t I have picked a Latin language? Noo, I had to go with the Germanics. Mors Navis does sound way more menacing than Totenschiff. Eat it, B. Traven).

Over those four years, Caledonia, acting as captain, and Pisces, her first mate, have collected a crew composed entirely of girls and women, all of whom have no love for Aric Athair and his Bullet army. Caledonia and her crew basically go around the Bullet seas, making life hell for Athair’s people. During one such mission, Pisces is wounded and then captured, only to be rescued and returned to the Mors Navis by a Bullet who claims he wants to escape. Caledonia, who has literally zero reasons to trust Bullets, doesn’t trust him. Pisces points out, reasonably, that he saved her life when he could have left her to die. But Caledonia simply repeats her mantra of “no trusting Bullets” while refusing to elaborate.

Until the Bullet lets it slip that Donnally and Ares, Caledonia and Pisces’s brothers, respectively, survived the massacre on board the Ghost and were pressed into Athair’s drug-addled Bullet army. He knows what ship Donnally and Ares are on, and the route it takes to bring in conscripts (read: children stolen from their families, drugged, and forced into Athair’s army, refusal to comply met with extreme violence, in the usual fashion of a murderous tyrant).

Suddenly, Caledonia has reason to question her strict “don’t trust Bullets” policy. But it’s one of those Meek’s Cutoff situations: the Bullet could be a lying sack of shit and leading the Mors Navis into a trap. Or he could be telling the truth, leading Caledonia and Pisces to their long-lost brothers. What to do?

Well, it’d be a pretty short book if they just shot the Bullet, dumped his body in the ocean and moved on, wouldn’t it?

It took me a little longer to read Seafire than I intended - I’m a slow reader anyway, but while I was reading Seafire, I was also binging on Scott Lynch’s Gentleman Bastard series (which are fantastic by the way - highly recommend the audiobooks, Michael Page is an amazing audiobook narrator) so my focus may have been just a wee bit divided. My biggest complaint is now we have yet another seafaring heroine with red hair. How come all the seafaring heroines have to have red hair? Also, it’s funny you should bring up red hair, because in the world of the Gentleman Bastards, bad things happen to girls with red hair. Seriously, how come all the fiery heroine types have to have red hair? I mean, it’s not like I’m jealous or anything. I mean, it’s not like I should have been born with red hair, but no, it ended up a dull, boring blonde, and hair dye is expensive and smells terrible...

Uhm.

I mean.

Seriously, though, red hair is a rare thing - if Caledonia’s father had dark hair and her mother had red hair, the most likely outcome would be a bunch of kids with...dark hair. Though if her father did have a recessive red-hair gene, then it’s entirely possible for him to have produced red-headed children... So I guess it’s possible. 

Not that I’m annoyed that my hair didn’t turn out red. Even though it should have, goddamn it! I know those recessive genes are in there somewhere!

Stupid lousy blonde hair grumble grumble grumble...

Ok, back to Seafire - it is definitely a highly enjoyable book, lots of nonstop action, but not a lot of resolution because it’s the first in an intended series. I highly recommend breezing through the book in one go, rather than endlessly picking it up and then putting it down in order to find out whether or not Locke and Jean finally kiss (they don’t). 

But yes, jealousy over fictional characters’ red hair aside, the only major complaint I have about Seafire rests with a single line. The thing about reading ARCs, which I think I’ve mentioned before but, again, nobody reads these, so I might as well: ARCs are not finished copies. The final copy of Seafire might not even feature this line, so it seems silly to complain about it, but complaining is fun so I’ll do it anyway.

So the secondary-boss villain, Lir, Caledonia’s sworn enemy as he killed her whole goddamn family, is described as having a “long face with a jaw that looked sharp enough to be a weapon of its own.”

From that line onward I found I was unable to focus on anything except how a man’s jaw could be sharp enough to constitute a weapon. It’s a question that’s been driving me to distraction for weeks now. Is Lir’s jawline sharp enough that it comes to a point, like a knife? What would that look like on a three-dimensional human person? How would one wield their weaponized jaws? Like a battering ram? Or would you just like, wave your head around like a sword? Does this mean his chin comes to a point, too? That one line of the galley proof of Seafire has caused me more consternation than anything else in the book - and this is a book that features lots of violence. Lots and lots of it. And here I am contemplating a man with a weaponized jawbone. 

I mean, of the whole book it’s one line and it doesn’t even matter but...but...gah, I can’t help but picture a guy with knives for a jaw. 

RECOMMENDED FOR: Fans of badass female protagonists kicking ass on the high seas, fans of YA lit who also happen to be fans of Kevin Costner’s Waterworld.

NOT RECOMMENDED FOR: Anyone who takes physical descriptions of fictional far too literally.

RELEASE DATE: August 28, 2018

RATING: 4/5

ANTICIPATION LEVEL FOR SEQUEL: Lhotse

OBLIGATORY STYX REFERENCE:

[i-write-to-forget-my-woes]

Indestructible

Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader

Warning: swearing, kinda violence? Very rough play fighting. lot’s of kissies and implied smut.

Word count: 3600+ (oh boy it’s a long one)

Lemme know what y’all think.

Part 2???

Y/n POV

I was the newest member of the Avengers.

Parker being the second newest given his recent recruitment only 6 months before me.

Romanoff said something about that being the newest people we’ve had since Vision, Wanda and Bucky.

They all joined officially when their Civil War (as Parker liked to call it [nerd]) issues and reformed.

Bucky was still dealing with all his issues and apparently, I didn’t help.

He and I clicked immediately.

But while I flirted A LOT, he would merely be civil and friendly.

At first, I thought maybe he wasn’t interested, seeing as he could be flirty with Natasha and sometimes even Steve, but then I started to catch him watching me train.

I’ve often offered to spar with him but he always turned me down.

I guess he hadn’t figured out what I was capable of.

In fact, no one had.

Stark was the only one who knew of my mutation.

I had asked that he keep it a secret from the rest of the team purely for being able to shock and surprise them one day.

The most they knew was that I was stronger than an average human and had wicked combat skills.

I’m able to go toe to toe with Natasha purely for what she lacks in strength, she makes up for in her quick reflexes and speed, often using my strength against me.

Which obviously I let her do.

And so, I took it upon myself to seek out further explanation from the only person who knew Bucky the truest.

Steve.

  “Heya Cap’n,” I jokingly saluted as I stood in the doorway to Steve’s room.

  “Hey kiddo,” he smirked at me. “What can I do for you?”

  “I just have a question,” I stepped into the room and shut his door behind me to avoid anyone else hearing. “About Bucky,”

  “Okay…?” he looked at me quizzically, clearly suspicious as to why I closed the door. “Ask away,”

  “Does he dislike me?” I asked very quickly.

Steve looked at me, dumbfounded. “No?”

  “Are you sure?” I pressed.

  “Yes, I’m sure,” he chuckled nervously. “Why are you asking? Has he said something rude to you?”

  “No no,” I said hurriedly as I sat down next to him on the edge of his bed. “He’s always very polite and nice. But that’s why I’m confused. He’s always silly and flirty with the other. Is it because I’m new? Is it because I haven’t told you guys about my abilities?”

  “He doesn’t dislike you Y/n,” Steve looked at me with ‘Dad Face’. “In fact, it’s quite the opposite,”

  “I’m sorry, what?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

  “He knows how much you like him,” Steve chuckled. “He’s very observant like that. He’s spoken to me about his thoughts of you and they’re all good thoughts,”

I stared at Steve beside me, completely unsure of how to respond.

  “He likes you just the same,” he added. “He’s been trying to get a read on your abilities out of curiosity. And he often asks Natasha about you. What kind of movies and books you like. That sort of thing,”

  “Then why is he so distant?” I asked quietly.

  “Because he’s afraid of hurting you,” he smiled softly and bumped my shoulder with his. “His past frightens him and he knows how incredibly strong he is now due to HYDRA’s experiments so he’s afraid of hurting you. You know he was kind of a player back in the day-”

  “Bucky was a fuckboi?” I interjected.

  “What?” He looked at me and frowned at my language. “I don’t really know what that means but I don’t think so,”

  “Alright,” I nodded. “Go on,”

  “Anyway,” he huffed. “He’s gained strength from the serum, and he’s got his arm. He’s told me he doesn’t want to pursue a relationship with you out of fear that if it gets physical, he might literally break you. His words not mine,”

  “You’re kidding,” I laughed. “Oh, this is hilarious!”

I chucked as I thought of how silly this was.

  “Why is it funny?” Steve asked, clearly confused.

  “I’ll explain later,” I jumped up from his bed and started for the door. “It’s time I told the team what I can do,”

I opened the door and ran down the hall to the elevator, all the while hearing Steve call out for me to explain my weird behaviour.

I made my way through the facility to find Tony and practically shouted at him when I found him.

  “STARK!” I yelped as I caught my breath in the doorway to his lab. “Team bonding night tonight. Rec room. Seven o’clock ON THE DOT,”

  “Alrighty,” he laughed as I sprinted out the door.

  “FRIDAY,” I shouted to the AI as I made my way to my room. “Can you notify the team of what I just told Tony. Rec room Seven pm. Team bonding night,”

  “Can do,” she responded smoothly.

Alright now all I must do is wait for the team to assemble for some games and revelations.

Seven o’clock came right on time as I had showered and put on my comfy clothes.

I was making my way to the rec room when I ran into Natasha in the hallway.

  “Yo,” I smiled.

 “Hey,” she grinned back. “Are you the one who organised tonight?”

  “Yep,” I nodded happily. “I figured it was time for some fun bonding rather than getting to know each other’s fighting patterns. Y’know?”

She smiled as we stepped into the elevator.

  “That’s sounds perfect,” she smirked as she pressed the button for the floor that was used as our recreational area.

We exchanged recounts of our day to each other as we rode up and before we knew it, the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

The rest of the team was already there, sitting around on the many couches drinking drinks. I noticed a very unhappy Peter Parker sitting with a little kiddy bottle of orange juice.

  “Seriously you guys?” I gestured to him. “I know he’s a minor but he couldn’t just have water or a coffee? Something normal?”

The team broke out in chuckles and Parker continued to sulk on the far end of the couch.

  “Alright so what is the point of tonight’s bonging extravaganza?” Tony asked dramatically.

  “I figured we could drink, play some games, that sort of thing,” I explained as I sat down on the floor by the coffee table and reached for the nearly empty bottle of vodka. “I’m using Peter and I’s newness as an excuse to get you all drunk and lighten up,”

  “Really now?” Clint eyed me and snatched the bottle from my hand and took a long swig. “I don’t need an excuse to drink,”

  “Calm down Barton we only just got here,” Natasha took the bottle from him and handed it back to me.

  “Okay cool,” I grinned as I took Peter’s orange juice from him and poured some vodka into one of the glasses that had been laid out on the table and topped it off with Peter’s juice, handing the half empty juice bottle back to him. “Who’s got a game we can play??

The first game suggested was a trivia game. The topic was each other and we used peanuts from the bar as a point system. Natasha won of course. Knowing the most about everyone. Bucky was a close second.

Then we played truth or dare.

Everyone picked dare to try and seem less of a pussy and they were all getting super weird.

Natasha dared Clint to dance on the table, which of course he did.

Clint dared Steve to sing the National anthem and he did rather well I will admit.

Bucky dared Sam to imitate someone on the team and make us guess who it was.

He just scowled and everyone guess it was Bucky. We were right.

Then Wanda dared Peter to cling to the ceiling until his next turn.

Then it was my turn.

From the ceiling, Peter ask me to pick either truth or dare.

  “Dare,” I smiled, knowing full well what I was going to be dared to do.

  “I dare you to show us the full extent of your abilities,” He said, gaining a round of cheers from the team.

  “Alright, alright pipe down,” I chuckled as I stood up. “Nat, you got a gun on you?”

Sam laughed at this. “you seriously think she carries a gun with her all the time- oh look she has a gun…”

Everyone laughed at Sam as Natasha pulled a gun from a holster on her ankle.

  “What do you need my gun for?” she eyed me curiously.

  “Oh, I don’t need it,” I moved to stand by the bar and gestured for her to get up too. “You need it,”

  “Why?” she moved to stand opposite me, a safe distance from the team who were watching eagerly.

  “Shoot me,” I grinned.

  “What?” she looked over at Tony nervously.

  “Shoot her,” he shrugged in response. “Parker get down from there you’re going to want a good view of this. One that isn’t upside down,”

Natasha looked at me warily as Peter dropped from the ceiling and made himself comfortable on the back of the couch.

I looked over and saw Bucky watching my intensely so I sent him a wink.

  “Shoot me Natasha,” I said slightly louder. “SHOOT ME-”

the gun went off and Wanda screamed in surprise.

Both Bucky and Steve leapt to their feet out of instinct and shock and everyone else just stared.

I stumbled back a little from the impact of the bullet the centre of my chest.

I grinned as I reached into my cleavage and pulled the crushed bullet out and showed it to the team, pressed into itself like an empty soda can.

  “What the fuck?” Steve breathed, much to the amusement of many team members.

  “Guess what guys?” I chuckled as I stared directly at Bucky. “I’m indestructible,”

There was a long moment of silence before Natasha cleared her throat and put her gun back in its holster.

  “Neat,” Clint remarked as he chucked his empty drinking glass at me.

It collided with my head and shattered before pattering to the floor in little pieces.

  “You’re cleaning that up,” I frowned at him.

I moved to sit down on the couch and looked across the room to where Bucky sat, staring at his left hand, deep in thought.

  “Also, my enhanced strength?” I added. “A lot more enhanced than I let on,”

At this remark, Bucky looked up from his hand and looked directly into my eyes.

  “You mean you let me beat you all those times in training?” Natasha sounded hurt.

  “No not all the times,” I admitted. “you’ve truly kicked my ass at least twice,”

She smiled proudly and took a swig of her drink.

And with that we continued to play truth or dare.

Peter was instructed to get back on the ceiling as he hadn’t had his turn yet.

The games were fun.

I kept look up at Bucky who sometimes was looking at me too or he seemed deep in thought.

I looked up to watching him again but saw he was no longer in his seat.

I briefly caught sight of him slipping down the hall and decided to follow him.

I snuck away from the team and crept my way down the hall after Bucky.

He didn’t notice me until I was on his back.

Literally.

I snuck up behind him and jumped onto his back.

His instincts kicked in and he flipped me over his shoulder into the ground and held me in place with his metal hand on my clavicle.

His eyes widened in shock and fear when he saw it was me.

He jumped back and brushed his hair from his face.

  “Y/n” he whispered. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know it was you. You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that I could have seriously hurt you. Are you okay? I’m so sorry-”

I cut him off by using my legs to swipe his out from under him and manoeuvred myself over him and pinned his flesh arm over his head with one hand and used the other to hold myself up on his chest.

  “Now that you know you won’t break me, will you give me chance?” I whispered to him, leaning closer as I stared at him intently.

He didn’t answer with words.

He just chuckled and shoved me off before jumping up and smirking at me.

I smirked back and launched myself at him, knocking him back into the corridor wall which cracked and crumbled, leaving a Bucky sized dent in the plaster.

Team POV

  “Where’d Y/n go?” Peter asked.

  “And Bucky,” Steve added.

Before any could share their theories on their missing team mates there was a loud thump from down the hall.

A crash echoed and some laughter followed.

  “Found them,” Wanda chuckled.

  “Parker cover your ears,” Tony shouted.

  “I don’t need to I’m an adult,” he shouted.

  “No, you’re not,”

  “You’re still a child,”

  “Shut up and drink your juice,”

Another crash from down the hall sounded, interrupting the group’s banter.

Y/n POV

I laughed at the damage we were causing before jumping into Bucky’s arms, knowing him into the wall again, my knees on either side of his hips holding myself up with my shins resting on the top of his thighs.

He helped hold me up with his hands pressed into the back of my ribcage, more holding me close to himself than supporting me.

  “You won’t break me,” I smiled as I ran my fingers up the sides of his face and into his hair.

  “I might hurt you though,” He wasn’t backing out, he was just making sure I knew.

  “Well I’m sure you have noticed by now,” I looked around the hallway at the huge dents in the walls we had cause and pulled a piece of cracked plaster from his hair. “I like it rough,”

He smirked at my words and gently tossed me up so his hands were under my thighs and my legs wrapped around his waist.

I gripped hard onto his hair and roughly crashed my lips onto his.

He stepped back and leaned against the wall.

I slipped my legs back down to the ground so I was standing on my own two feet.

Bucky had to lean down as to not break the kiss. But I broke it anyway.

I stepped back a little as I grabbed his shirt and pulled him with me, when I was leaning against the opposite wall I tugged him hard into myself and his chest hit mine with a strength I could only dream of.

He put out his metal hand to stop himself from landing on me completely but his hand went straight through the wall and he face was a lot closer to mine than he expected, which I used to my advantage, kissing him again.

He brought his metal hand from the hole in the wall but left it there to hold himself up.

His other hand slid down the length of my body as I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged on his bottom lip with my teeth.

He glided his hand all the way down to my knee and he lifted my leg up around himself as he stood between my legs.

I chuckled and pulled away to look at him with a sly smile.

  “How strong are you Bucky?” I asked, lust dripping off my words.

  “Pretty strong,” he replied with a smirk. “why do you ask?”

  “Just curious,” I grinned as I pushed him off me into the wall behind him.

I kicked of the wall I leaned on to propel myself forward harder.

I crashed into him and pressed my mouth against his.

He kissed me back briefly but pushed me off and stood tall so he was looking down at me, holding my face.

I gripped his shirt hard and pulled him to me gently as a plan formed in my head.

He leaned his face down to kiss me once again and I stood up on my tip toes to meet him.

It was soft and gentle but rough and hard at the same time.

Sultry but messy.

I moaned as his mouth worked against mine and he groaned in response when I placed my hands on his stomach, holding onto his body rather than his clothes.

I grinned and giggled into the kiss.

He smiled back, knowing what I was about to do.

He opened his eyes and watched me as I shoved him into the wall again, but in out kiss we’d turned slightly and we almost missed the wall entirely, toppling to the ground.

We both laughed as I landed on him and he pulled me down to press my chest against his.

Team POV

  “I swear,” tony sounded pissed but he was grinning. “They’re trashing this place more than Bruce did when he beat the shit out of Loki,”

  “Well yeah,” Natasha chuckled. “Bruce beat Loki into the ground a whole bunch. These two are trashing an entire level of the building,”

  “How many times have you had to patch up these buildings?” Wanda asked.

  “Why does it matter?” Clint laughed. “He’s a billionaire it’s not like he can’t afford it,”

Wanda shrugged and let her question go.

  “It’s not the money that matters to me Robin Hood,” Tony glared. “It’s the complete disregard for other people’s property-”

More crashing came from down the hall, it sounded like it was getting closer.

  “Are they fighting?” Steve asked.

  “I feel like they wouldn’t be laughing if they were,” Vision added. “although maybe they’re play fighting?”

  “Well if they’re hooking up I don’t know why they’d be moving closer to us,” Peter chimed in. “Although maybe they’re so into it that they have no idea where they’re going,”

Everyone thought about what Peter was saying.

  “You think they’re hooking up?” Tony asked.

  “Yes tony,” the team all replied at once.

  “Y/n and Bucky have been eye fucking each other for months,” Clint stated plainly.

Peter chuckled and piped up once again. “And now they’re actually fuc-”

  “DON’T YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE!” Tony shouted. “I will have child of mine using such awful language,”

  “He’s not your child though,” Steve commented loudly over another booming crash that sounded as if it were just around the corner.

  “Shut the fuck up,” Tony faked a hurt expression. “He is my son and-”

He was cut off by yet another crash as Bucky was thrown into the room straight through the door that leads to the hallway.

The team all stayed silence as the watched him regain his steady footing and stare down the hallway.

He was covered in dust and plaster pieces.

Everyone watched as his face changed from “I just got tossed through a door” to “Do it again” as Y/n came into view in the doorway looking just as disheveled as Bucky.

The whole team watched as she ran at him, leaping into the air and landed safely in his embrace.

It would have seemed sweet until they started sucking face.

Y/n POV

Bucky’s hands roamed my legs and ass as he supported me in his arms.

He stepped back until he was leaning against the bar and it creaked and cracked under the pressure of us.

He turned around and placed me on the bench top.

I gripped the edge of the bench and felt the marble crumble in my grip.

Using my legs around his waist, I harshly pulled him closer to me so our bodies were even closer together.

He crashed into the bar and we heard it crack at the force

I moved my hands to his hair and brought his face down to meet mine in a rough open-mouthed kiss.

Fighting for dominance which he eventually granted me.

I was leaning back onto the bench to, wanting more of his weight on me when we were interrupted.

  “OI!”

We broke apart quickly and looked at our audience.

The whole team was staring at us in disbelief.

Tony was holding his arm over a struggling Peter’s eyes and he looked very unhappy.

He let go of Peter and continued to yell at us. “What the hell if going on here?”

  “I told you,” Clint sighed. “They’ve been eye fucking each other FOR MONTHS. Seriously it about time,”

  “Yeah,” Peter chuckled. “It’s about time you start actually fucking each other,”

  “Parker!” Steve shouted at the crass-mouthed teen.

Tony moved to him but Peter jumped onto the ceiling and scurried a small distance from Tony.

I slid off the bar and took a firm hold of Bucky’s metal hand.

  “My room?” he suggested.

  “Yeah let’s go,” I broke into a sprint down the hall, dragging him with me.

Team POV

They were left dumbfounded as the two sped away like rebellious teens.

Some more crashes sounded from above, suggesting they had taken the stairs rather than wait for the elevator.

  “Should we go to a bar?” Clint asked.

  “Yeah, I don’t want to listen to this,” Tony grumbled as a rhythmic thumping echoed around them.

  “YEP!” Steve practically shrieked as he jumped up from the couch and sped his way to the door. “FUCK IT WE’RE LEAVING!”

The rest of the team knew it must be serious if Steve was shouting profanities and promptly ran after him.

  “We’re changing Avengers facilities again,” Tony shouted as he ran after Steve. “AND WE’RE LEAVING THEM HERE!”

Tags: @sammysgirl1997​ @allison0609​ @loveisfriendship​ @side-shawty​ @fairydustparker

Did I forget anyone? If I did msg me and I’ll add you to the list I have in my sticky notes.

[magdaclaire]

the best kind of problem

standrew cafe au found on ao3 here and also beneath the cut - enjoy!

Andrew thinks it's a joke at first. There are messages on his coffees every day he gets one, some innocuous little compliments and some the worst pickup lines he's ever heard in his life. After that, he thinks that this is something done for every customer that comes along, just something he didn't notice was happening to other people around him. That is, until he brings in his friend Ashly, and once his coffee cup is adorned in some silly comment or compliment, while Ashly's remains cleanly blank. Back to the drawing board he goes, growing a little more frustrated and desperate for a real answer for his quandary everyday.

It isn't the work of the kind and yet bored Ryan Bergara at the front counter, because Andrew has known both Ryan and Ryan's boyfriend, Shane Madej, for a bit too long for that. And, he's never seen Ryan leave the register. The coffee cup compliment leaver must be one of the people who never seems to leave the back of the shop, but Andrew doesn't know any of them, or that any of them have ever seen him; some of the compliments and lines are pretty specific to his appearance, and some even to his interests. It takes two weeks of little remarks and pick up lines for Andrew to think to ask Ryan. Ryan, his friend, the only reason he even started coming to this cafe, looks characteristically bored as Andrew approaches.

"So, uh," he starts, as awkward as he ever is, and then glances back at the floor. Ryan is looking up at him and Andrew should probably talk, but the words are taking more work than he'd like. "Do you know who's... leaving notes on my cups?" Andrew asks, not making eye contact with Ryan but rather looking over his shoulder and to the left. He's startled into looking at the other man by laughter - Ryan is laughing so hard that he looks like he's about to cry.

"Steve!" Ryan yells suddenly, turning towards the back kitchen while still nearly collapsing with laughter. It's only a moment before a flurry of activity bursts out of the kitchen, knocking over the broom beside the door and a rack in the kitchen that may have previously held spices. From the ruckus emerges possibly the most beautiful man that Andrew has ever seen,stumbling over himself and his ridiculously white shoes. The man who is apparently called Steve startles upon looking at Andrew, as if Andrew was the one to burst into the room where he happened to be, knocking shit over.

"Tell your boyfriend he's your boyfriend already. Take your break," Ryan says, his voice sounding tired and amused and dragged out and what the fuck? Andrew has more questions than answers, which he hadn't thought was possible before this progression. The man called Steve is blushing dark red but he nods, going back into the kitchen, possibly to go clock out as Ryan instructed him to do. It's the first part of Ryan's command that has Andrew confused; is he the boyfriend? Well, the not-boyfriend, rather. Andrew is just intrigued enough to follow Ryan's directory through the kitchen, inadvertently following Steve out the back.

"Uh, okay, so I'm going to start this with the fact that it's Steven, Steven Lim, Ryan calls me Steve even though I don't like it, it's Steven. And uh. Okay so the notes on your cups were me, because I saw you a couple of weeks ago and Ryan started telling me things about you when I asked, and Shane made it worse, you know, by being Shane, and I'm really sorry, I can totally leave you alone, just say the word," apparently Steven rants, and Andrew isn't sure the guy has taken a single breath. He's sounds both despondent and somehow excited, like he can't keep his energy from spilling over at the seams. Andrew tries very hard not to find him entirely adorable, but it doesn't work for a moment.

"I'm not saying the word - I don't want you to leave me alone," Andrew tries, and then diagnoses as a failure. He decides immediately to try again, if only because Steven looks marginally more hopeful, and hope looks really good on this boy. "The... the pickup lines and stuff. The compliments. They're really nice. I like them a lot. I've started... looking forward to them every morning. Would be a shame if I didn't get one." Steven breaks into the sweetest smile that Andrew's ever seen, and he kind of feels like one of those cakes in a mom and pop bodega, the ones that crumble so soon as you put your fingertip to them. Steven is beautiful.

"Yeah?" Steven asks, voice soft, and Andrew tries not to drown a little. He's just met this guy, and he has the worst feeling that this is just the beginning of how bad he'll get for him. Andrew knows he'll have to at least act more together than this.

"Yeah. Though I do think taking a more direct approach would have been - well - at least more direct," he says, taking a sip of his coffee and startling a laugh out of Steven. It's a little bit glorious, Andrew can't lie.

"I can start complimenting you in person in the morning if you want," Steven says. Andrew raises his eyebrows. "Too direct?" he asks, worrying his bottom lip. Andrew shakes his head and chuckles, looking at the ground before looking back up at Steven. He really does have to look up; Steven is about four inches taller than him, maybe more. Andrew kinda likes it.

"I might have to compliment you. I have a bit of catching up to do," Andrew attempts to flirt; this one he immediately classifies as a success. Steven looks a little surprised and a lot... reverent? Like Andrew means a lot more than he should, and Andrew doesn't know how to deal with that, but he thinks it's the kind of problem he would love to learn how to adapt to. It sounds like the best kind of problem.

"I - That sounds nice. Can I take you on a date? Oh god that's forward. Uh. Would you maybe like to go to dinner with me on some night eventually take your time?" Steven asks, stilted in the cutest ways, and part of Andrew is delighted. He's so nice, that part whispers, so nice and so new. You'll love him.

"How about you give me your number first, and then we talk about getting dinner... Wednesday night?" Andrew counter-offers, quickly picking a night when he would be free soon. It's Monday today, and he knows Wednesday might be a little fast, but that's okay. Steven frantically nods, digging his phone out of his pocket and unlocking it. He passes it to Andrew with reckless abandon; Andrew doesn't know that he could trust a virtual stranger with his phone like that. Steven looks almost giddy and Andrew grins, putting in the digits of his phone number beneath a simple Andrew and sending a text to himself. He hands Steven's phone back to him and doesn't freak out when their fingers touch - just barely.

"Just Andrew? Lemme pick my own name in your phone, huh?" Steven says, somehow looking small with that little coy look on his face. Andrew almost wants to - well, he wants to reach out and put his fingers to it, but that would be weird. Andrew nods and passes his own phone over to Steven, just as he was just mentally saying he would not do. Because he's a weak piece of shit, but that's a thought for another day. When it's handed back to him, the number is saved as Steven, but it's augmented with several emojis that Andrew has never used before in his life: a yellow heart, something that looks like a sunset, and the Chinese flag.

"Are you going to add emojis to mine?" Andrew asks despite himself, grinning down at his phone before looking up at Steven again. Steven seems to have to shake himself from looking at Andrew to answer, which makes the shorter man feel very good about himself, though he wouldn't say so aloud.

"Of course. Emojis are essential," Steven says, as if this is very obvious, but still not making Andrew feel old like it would with anyone else. Instead it just reaffirms just how cute this boy is, and Andrew is afloat on it.

"You should get back to work, Steven Lim. It's Ilnyckyj, by the way. Andrew Ilnyckyj," he tells Steven, looking to the end of the alleyway for a way to make a cool but aesthetically pleasing exit. He's satisfied by the exit, and goes to make it before there's a hand on his arm.

"Text me, Andrew Ilnyckyj. Text me anytime," Steven says, and he drops a kiss on Andrew's cheek before making a quick exit back into the shop .Looks to be that Andrew shouldn't have worried about his own exit at all.

[prettiestsupersoldier]

Obligatory Halloween Fic

Bucky x Black!Reader 

Happy Halloween!!! I forgot the tags because im a terrible person my b.

Series

“Mommy, can we dress baby girl up for Halloween?” Dom asks while you're out shopping. It was getting closer and closer to Halloween and he still hasn't decided on what he wanted to be, so you had decided to stop into a costume store and look around before heading home.

“Baby girl won't be out in time for Halloween.” Bucky and Dom had started referring to your belly as ‘baby girl’ right after you had found out that she was a girl and haven't stopped and over time it had slipped, so very easily, into your own vernacular that it was just a thing now. It was cute and you hoped that the nickname would carry on even after she was here.

His eyebrows were furrowed together in mild irritation. You felt bad that he looked so sad that his sister wouldn't be participating in Halloween but there was very little you could do.

“If you can find a costume for me and baby girl we can dress her up.” His eyes instantly lit up and you could practically see his brain working in overtime to come up with ways to get baby girl in a costume. He had decided that your trip to the store for his costume was over and that the hunt for her costume was on.

The entire car ride home he was laser focused on his tiny notepad, that Tony had given him, scribbling away at it nonstop occasionally looking out the window for something then going back to scribbling, leaving you to your own devices as you drove periodically looking in the rearview mirror to see him kicking his feet and erasing furiously.

By the time you pulled up to your place you could already see Bucky closing the front door of your apartment and heading towards the car.

It took Dom all of .5 seconds for him to notice Bucky walking up. He watched with hawk like vision as Bucky moved around the front of the car to open your door and help you out. Waited impatiently with a pout as he kissed your cheek and moved to the trunk of the car.

“Daddy!” Dom struggled to look back at where Bucky had disappeared to, reaching back as far as his tiny neck would allow.

“Yeah?” Bucky replied as he opened the trunk to grab the few grocery bags you had gotten while you were out, only to find a half eaten container of blueberries. He laughed already picturing the look on his son's face as you tried to walk past them

“Get me out!” Bucky could hear the frustrated kicks that accompanied the yelling. Bucky doesn't move an inch to help yet though just watching over the open trunk as Dom struggles more to unclip the car-seat belt. It breaks heart not being able to get him yet.

You were currently in the process of trying to teach Dom to use his ‘pleases’ and ‘thank yous’ more, which proved to be rather difficult for Bucky rather than Dom. Dom wasn’t really a daddy's boy per se, but Bucky was absolutely a Dominic dad being putty in his sticky little hands a the drop of a hat. He would bring his son the moon and the stars if he could, but more likely it was cookies from the top cupboard. All it took was one teary eyed look and Bucky was at his beck and call in an instant. Which was problematic and exactly why he was in this situation. So Bucky waited impatiently for the magic words so he could run over to his son in an instant.

“Please, daddy” He had finally made some eye contact with Bucky at this point, “get me out, please.” His lips were pouty and his brown eyes were almost swimming in unshed tears. Bucky practically ran over to the side of the car where Dom was fastened in and unclips his seat belt before lifting him up into his arms. Before Bucky can even open his mouth to ask Dom about his day he's being cut off.

“Baby girl needs a costume.”

“Well isn't mommy her costume?” Bucky has a smile as bright as the sun on his face while he looks at Dom. He looks over to where you are standing with the same smile only to see you and Dom giving him identical death stares. He admires, for just a minute, the both of you. The way you both have the same glint in your deep memorizing eyes, the way the corner of your lip turns up, both of you on the verge of laughing and both of you just barley holding it in. 

Its a hell of a sight. Two pairs of strikingly chocolate browns eyes trained on him, they’re disapproving eyes, but that doesn’t matter to him, not right now. The way both of your arms are folded across your chests. You and Dom are practically twins and he loves it.

“No.” Dom says gaining Buckys attention once again.

Bucky just laughs a little before leading the way back to the house.

After you're all inside and you had put the majority of the groceries away, by yourself, you hear Doms ever enthusiastic voice babbling away to Bucky about costumes. His voice is full of excitement and his eyes are wide and beaming as he grabs his notebook.

Bucky was sitting on the couch Dom sitting directly on top of his stomach as he flipped through the drawings in his notebook, forcing Buckys attention down to look at the pages.

“Not a scary face, she can't be scary.” 

“We could, but I don't think that would work, with just a face on her belly, that would be silly. What about a pumpkin?”

“No, mommy would have to be an ugly pumpkin patch.” He flipped through his notebook for a while longer showing Bucky the few drawings he had when Bucky stopped on one.

“Is that a basketball?” He was looking down at an orange scribble on one of the pages. It stood out more than the other scribbles and Buckys brain was already coming up with how to make the costume work.

“Yeah,” He says still flipping through even more drawings, “what else would it be?” An orange, Garfield the cat, some weird orange sick. It could be so many things honestly but Bucky didn't say them instead letting Dom continue his story about why he had drawn, explaining that he saw his uncle Sam playing basketball the day before and though it would be cool.

“Wanna watch a movie uncle Sam showed me?” Bucky asks not waiting for Dom to reply, knowing that of course he would wanna watch a movie, especially this movie because uncle Sam had showed it to him, and Dom loved uncle Sam. 

He gets up easily with Dom still basically sitting on top of him and makes his way to your room stopping by the entertainment center first. He looked for all of 30 seconds before he found the movie he was seeking out. Holding it strategically out of view from Dom when he grabbed it, he continued on his way to your room.

Once they had gotten to your room Dom broke free of his grip and dashed to your bed fully prepared to climb up and bounce on it. 

Bucky absolutely loved the blu ray player. It was hands down one of his favorite piece of technology. Way better than the stupid coffee machine Tony had bought that need a password to work, It was easier to work than his smartphone that Steve insisted he get that took pictures of his face every time he put his passwords in wrong, and was leaps and bounds in comparison to the laptop that sat dusty and uncharged on his desk. It had only taking him 30 minutes at most, with a very upset and crying Dom in the back, to learn how to work it and once he had figured he felt like he could take on the world and he had deemed that one of his top accomplishments.

So he when he walked over to the TV hanging above your dresser it only took seconds for him to slip the disk into place and press play. When he turned around Dom was struggling to get a good grip on your blankets to pull himself up. His hands are gripping tightly at the fitted sheets on Bucky's side of the bed, one leg just barely reaching the edge to pull himself up. It's truly a funny sight and Bucky thinks it's the best part about having such a tall bed.

“Need some help?” Bucky voice startles Dom so much he started to loses his grip on the sheets and started slip off. Bucky wasn’t too far from the bed when his son started to fall, luckily, so in one swift motion he was there and able to grab him before he hit the hard wood floor.

Before Dom can open his mouth to say thank you he’s being tossed in the air by Bucky. There’s a loud shriek and then he’s exploding into a fit of giggles as he lands in the middle of the bed and bounces for a few seconds. 

There was only a few moments where Bucky got to appreciate times like these with his son. He didn’t go on most of the mission that the team got, especially now with you expecting baby number two, but that didn’t mean there weren’t still a ton of missions that came in where he couldn’t say no, missions where he had to be away for weeks on end with out you and Dom. Weeks were all he really wanted to do was watch all the Toy Story movies and eat blueberries until he felt like he would burst open.

So he took in the sight of his son cuddled up against your pillows and the black and white blanket before the faint sounds of the movie started to play and he was forced to lay dwon and pay attention to the screen.

Bucky honestly wasn't sure how he felt about the song playing at the beginning of the movie, it left a terribly bad taste in his mouth given recent events, but the song wasn't the point of watching the movie so he swallowed down the rising bile in his throat and focused on the scene of the kid playing basketball by himself.

“Daddy is this a real people movie?” Dominic definitely wasn't into movies that were not animated at this age. He would pick Lion King a million to one over Osmosis Jones just because there were actually people in it, but a part  of you knew it was really because he was scared of the monkeys at the beginning of Osmosis Jones. 

“Just give it a little bit I promise you’ll like it.” Bucky says arm resting on the headboard as Dom crawls over and into his lap to get even more comfortable.

It takes less than 30 minutes for Dom to fall in love with the movie and in turn decide on your family costumes.

“You have to wear the ears daddy!” Dom said as he watched every stroke that Bucky laid on you.

“Can't I just put my hair back in a bun or something?” Bucky tried to concentrate on making the orange circle as perfect as possible across your round belly, but it was becoming more and more impossible the longer he kneeled in front of you. Baby girl was getting more and more agitated the longer he messed with her sleeping spots. Ever time he moved over the side where she had decided to settle she would unleash a furry of kicks against his hand urging him to move. He didn’t. 

“No, Bugs Bunny doesn't do that in the movie!” Dom was sat on the couch besides where Bucky was kneeling between your thighs, watching and gently rubbing the side of your belly that didn't have paint on it yet, as Bucky continued on with the paint.

You can feel the sigh that comes from Bucky against your stomach and it tickles way more then the cold paint and prickly brush against your skin.

“Fine, bu-” Bucky begins before he dips the brush into the black and paints long stripes over the orange.

“You have to wear the tail.” You're laughing before you even finish the sentence. If you have to wear the ears, tail and a giant orange stomach the least he could do was the tail and ears. It was only fair.

Dom had made the executive decision that you and Bucky were to be Lola and Bugs bunny for Halloween. How he imagined your thick curly hair and deep brown complexion was similar to Lola in any way you didn't understand, but at least the bunny ear headband would stay in place between your thick curls. He had also decide that he would be young Michael Jordan, which was hilarious in it's own right seeing as he could barely hold a real basketball. His final decision was that baby girl would be the basketball because “she's already round!”

“Hurry up all the good candy is gonna’ be gone!!”

“Im tryin’ but she keeps movin’.” Bucky groaned out as you tried to stop laughing and Baby girl kicked him away some more as he tried to get the lines as perfect as your laughing and her kicking would allow.

“Mommy you have to stop laughing!” He looked up at you with the most intense eyes you had ever seen on child. You bite down on your bottom lip trying your hardest to keep the giggles at bay so you could finally go out and get the candy your son was determined to go get. It worked for all of 3 minutes which was just enough time for Bucky to finish up the last of the black lines and smooth out the orange circle edges.

When the time had finally come for you to start trick or treating Dom was more than excited to put on his Toon Squad jersey and the new pair of Jordan Space Jams that Tony insisted he buy to go with the Halloween costume, and bounce out of the door.

There weren't many people out in the area you were in, even fewer out with tiny children so Dom was basically the golden goose for the houses who had gotten too much candy expectations set way too high on having a lot of kids show up.

At every house you had stopped at though after getting his candy, a handful or two, he would run back to where you and Bucky were standing grab your hand and drag you back to the house demanding that he got candy for his little sister as well. The people occupying all of the house he did this to would melt at the sight of how determined he was to get candy for your belly and give him another two handfuls. It didn't take long for his bag to get to heavy for him to carry on his own and for Bucky to take over the responsibility.

Dominic had barley made it 45 minutes before he started to complain about his feet hurting and Bucky being the ever loving dad that he was, was more than happy to carry him to next few house. Until the temperature had dropped at least 10 more degrees and you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“My stomach and legs are freezing!” This costume was a mistake hands down an absolute disaster of a mistake. Your Toon Squad ‘jersey’ was basically a bra, it was tied off in the back so your basketball belly could be exposed, your basketball shorts weren't much at all either barely reaching mid thigh, and the string that kept the bunny tail in place was digging into your hips, but you couldn't tell your baby boy no about your first family Halloween costume so you sucked it up. Now though you needed to be anywhere but outside.

“Let's go to the Tower.” You suggested to Bucky, you were walking in the general direction and you knew it would only take another 5 minutes to get there.

“You ready to call it a night?” Bucky asked to the tiny body slumped against his shoulder. He didn't get a response only a slight head nod and deep yawn.

“Well lets go get you all warmed up doll.” The rest of the walk is mostly quiet and your shirt is fully pulled down before the words are even out of his mouth. 

The walk to the tower is Bucky’s favorite part of the night. There is a warmth on his shoulder that reaches all the way to the inside of his chest that makes him smile like a dopey idiot for the rest of the walk. There is also the occasional snore that rumbles in the chest of the warm body against him that makes him laugh every time he looks over at you.

“I do not snore.” You don’t even have to look in his direction to know hes staring at you now.

“And neither does he.” He’s still giggling away as you turn the corner heading for the giant Avengers building. The end of the night is finally sinking in and Bucky can’t help but to think about the next Halloween where there’s gonna be another body on this late night stroll for candy, another matching costume to go with the first 3. Its exciting and Bucky can’t see the future, can’t predict what it will be like with more than one kid, but he knows it can only lead to more sleepy cuddles and more dopey smiles.

“Next time you’ll have to carry 2 candy bags.” You say as jog a few feet a head of him. 

It only takes a second for you to notice that you don’t hear the sound of his feet crunching next to you. You turn around to see him standing the same few feet away as before. He still has Dominic nestled into his shoulder the pillow case candy bag is hanging off his left shoulder. 

“I think I can handle that.”

[estherroberts]

spin the bottle

part of advanced PLACEMENT: an ars PARADOXICA high school au about a gang of queer teen nerds, by @estherroberts​ , @podcastmecaptain​ , and @lizzieraindrops​

all three of the aformentioned dorks are equally responsible for the hijinks found in this post.

click here for the au masterpost | track #ars placement for updates!

so when last we left our heroes:

esther, bridget, sally, anthony, helen, jack, and penny are at chuck e cheese’s, wasted.

quentin and june have taken off

chet, the night manager, at one point thinks esther and jack are a couple, there’s uproarious laughter

(jack is mildly pleased that chet read him as a guy though, and tells esther)

(she mimes waving a gay flag and smiles)  

(“but no seriously i would never date you” “god, ew, gross, no”)

(he visibly shudders)

helen comments that the manager’s kind of cute

anthony, freaking, dips chet in response to that and lays a kiss on him

big ol’ smackaroo

helen wolf whistles

chet almost doesn’t kick them out after that but He Has To

sally has to be dragged out bc she’s laughing too hard

they show up at june’s doorstep bc her parents are out of town and they’re all still super drunk

(halfway there they turned around because they forgot anthony)

(even though it’s literally his van)

(esther loudly whispers that she thinks there’s someone missing, helen does a headcount and tells her she’s right, but who)

(bridget quietly mumbles that it might be anthony? wasn’t he by the whack-a-mole?)

(penny is the designated driver and she takes some convincing to turn around)

when they get there, june’s irritated bc she and quentin had just escaped them but she lets them all in once she sees that helen’s there, too

“HI HELEN - and, uh, everyone”

esther’s already inside, she starts making pancakes

bridget comes to help her after she breaks an egg on the floor

and then someone finds a bottle of rosé and sally’s like “We Can’t Drink that we’re already drunk”

anthony: “then what THE HELL do we do with i—ooHHHHH HEY HELEN I’VE GOT AN IDEA"

“is this anything like your last idea because i’m not taking you to the hospital-”

“what no no this is way better”

jack sits on the kitchen counter

bridget has her head in esther’s lap and esther’s playing with her hair

june is fully leaning on quentin

helen sits in the fanciest chair and anthony is at her feet

sally found a spinny chair and is Constantly spinning in it

penny is sprawled on her stomach on the floor, kicking her feet in the air

sally was momentarily horrified at the prospect of spin the bottle because kissing is gross, but she’s much happier when they told her she didn’t actually have to kiss anyone to play

sally’s rules: any kind of affectionate contact is acceptable on your turn but no hugging

because anthony’s hugs last hours

the lesbians don’t have to kiss boys on the lips

if the couples get each other they have a time limit and a hand traveling limit

jack and quentin kiss

“jack how was it?”

“soft”

esther is in hysterical tears

lots more under the read more! 

penny squishes sally’s cheeks and then gives her butterfly kisses until she starts giggling ‘cause it tickles

june usually bites people

it’s not fun at all

for anyone

jack: “ not soft :O ”

and then esther spins her, and gets up and it’s, like, fuck, a real makeout kiss

it’s Intense. super intense.

everyone is just a little uncomfy with it

bridget is actually hurt, (or at least, has esther convinced that she is) helen smiles coyly, and quentin is simply mystified

esther whispers something in bridget’s ear to reassure her and bridget blushes and later, they disappear to who knows where (we know where)

sally starts narrating like Steve Irwin

“ah she’s got some beautiful teeth on her this one, look out!” when june bites yet another hapless soul

“AND HERE WE HAVE IN THE WILD AUSTRALIAN LIVING ROOM BUSHWHACK OUTBACK, THE MATING RITUALS OF THESE PRIMITIVE CREATURES COMMENCES. LOOK AT THOSE NERD MARKINGS ON ITS T-SHIRT, SURELY AN ATTRACTIVE PROSPECT FOR THIS BEAUT”

“sally i swear to g OD”

“look! this one’s venom sacs have dropped”

“SA LLY”

sally only stops after june lands on her, gets up, kneels in front of the spinny chair, and intently stares her right in the eye for a solid minute from only like a few inches away

it’s dead quiet for that minute and nobody moves, sally doesn’t even spin the chair - until june suddenly boops her on the nose and she falls out of the chair with a squeak of surprise

every time quentin kisses someone it’s very delicate and most people wind up blushing

penny and helen kiss and it’s short and sweet and penny winks at helen after and she blushes for like 10 minutes

anthony gets the Softest forehead tap from sally and then she drunkenly pats his face

pat pat

esther delicately kisses both of sally’s cheeks, sally giggles

sally spins esther right after that and pinches both of esther’s cheeks until she laughs

sally gets the LOUDEST HIGH FIVE EVER FROM JACK

(the two of them make a point of high fiving all extra like that from then on and everyone else Regrets)

esther and jack salsa dance up to each other, and she kisses him on the nose

he kisses her hand like she’s a princess, she cries

he does a silly little bow and once he sits back down, giggles so hard he almost falls off the counter but he’s also tearing up

when helen spins anthony she just leans down so he’s still at her feet

he swoons

bridget tangles her hands with sally’s and kisses her fingers

quentin grabs penny’s hands and spins her around in a few dance steps because he’s not sure if she’s actually down with kissing him or not but she surprises him with a peck on the lips and he makes a little !!! sound

bridget and june is payback for esther and esther sufffFFERS

this is largely because june has returned to biting her victims

and well, bridget. moans.

esther, who is rapidly turning beet red, covers her face with her hands and lets out a gurgle of frustration

everyone else laughs

bridget ruffles jack’s hair

sally spins quentin and they do a double fistbump followed by simultaneous dramatic fingerguns

“come on, quentin, fist bump, fist bump, eeEEEYYYYYY!”

helen bestows a kiss on sally’s forehead and she is #blessed

bridget and helen is GODLY

it’s like, a three minute forehead touch while gazing into each other’s eyes and then they actually kiss

bridget and penny, PURE

anthony and jack

they both snark at each other in between kissing and just stop because they’re giggling too hard

“this is weird” “stfu” “the people deserve a better show than this”

“ANTHONY YOU KISS LIKE A DOG YOU’RE SO BRISTLY” “how would you know what kissing a dog feels like” “shut up and give me your stupid beard burn” “oh really i thought that was blushing- HEY HANDS A LITTLE HIGHER BUDDY”

helen films it

jack winks at the camera and gives anthony a damn hickey

the whole time anthony is bitching about it and but he’s swearing. an. an awful lot let’s be real.

(anthony is gonna get some weird looks tomorrow with jack’s hickey on his neck and june’s teeth marks on his lip)

penny spins esther, esther says “hey jack i’m gonna kiss your girlfriend better than you ever could.”

“STFU ESTHER”

“jack babe, take notes”

wee ap student jack goes for the notepad instinctively and then stops himself angrily

sally is actually taking notes

they just say “ew” and later down “double ew”

anthony: “what the fuck are you writing”

“i’m chronologizingisming like, whatever the fuck, this is"

“it JUST SAYS EW AND DOUBLE EW”

“IT’S SCIENCE”

btw, bridget is totally loopy by the time esther and penny kiss

this is after esther has MORE THAN MADE up for kissing june and bridget is very tired and very drunk and very in love with her girlfriend and she’s just, like, in a ball, laughing

helen actually fully makes out with esther, esther is Shook, and helen is suave

esther makes eye contact with bridget while it’s happening like “IS THIS REAL” and bridget laughs harder

the gang is starting to get worried about her because she’s barely breathing in between giggles

luckily, anthony lands on bridget next

he picks her up and spins her around singing the “i’m just a little black raincloud” song and kisses her forehead

which helps a bit

helen films this, too

helen spins june, and even though most of the gang has seen them kiss before, they’re reminded again that this is GOD KISSING THE DEVIL and they should consider themselves privileged to witness it