bud,” Jack says, hand against the small of Bittle’s back. Bittle’s cheek is warm and smooth beneath his
lips when Jack kisses him. He smells
like flour and sugar and whatever he’s mixing in the bowl on the counter in
front of him.
home—home—to him is everything Jack
never knew he wanted.
then Bittle huffs and hip checks him. “I’m
not your bud, pal.”
grins. “Yeah, well.” He leans around Bittle to scrap his finger
against the upper side of the bowl.
Tastes chocolate and pecan. “I’m
not your pal, friend.”
stops stirring long enough to gape at him, before he shrugs and goes back to
the bowl. “I’m not your friend, amigo.”
not your amigo, bro.”
not your bro, bruh.”
Jack leans against the counter, hand on his heart, and pouts. It makes Bittle laugh, the sound bouncing off
the cabinets. “I’m not your bruh, fiancé.”
“What.” Bittle blinks at him, eyes wide, spoon
grins, closes what little distance there is between them. He kisses Bittle soundly, pulling away only
when Bittle’s tongue curls against Jack’s bottom lip. “I win,” he says, and turns on his heel to
head to the bedroom to change, Bittle crying foul behind him.
[based on something @marswithghosts and i do all the time because we’re dorks. it was all i could think about when jack called bitty ‘bud.’]
Request: “request: bucky overhears that you worry that he will leave you for natasha (fluffy and angsty c; )”
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: fluff & angst
A/N: Sorry I didn’t post anything yesterday, my wifi turned off, anyways, enjoy :)
Atelophobia: The fear of not being good enough or imperfection.
Natasha and Bucky clicked right away. They did almost everything together. Those two were attached at the hip. Natasha would help him get girls and he’d do the same for her. They were each others wingman - or - wingwoman. Natasha was actually the one who got you and Bucky together. He had been swooning over you for a couple of months but was too shy to actually make a move. Nat took matters into her own hands and made the first move for him, resulting in you two finally getting together.
You were a wreck when it came to relationships. Your last boyfriend broke up with you because you were too clingy and he didn’t like it which was understandable. No one wants a clingy girlfriend - or boyfriend, you suppose. That’s why you have given Bucky space. If he wanted to go somewhere or do something with his friends, you’d let him. You didn’t ask too many questions and only called once to check up on him. In your last relationship, you did exactly the opposite.
“Hey baby,” Bucky says as he throws on a shirt. “Nat and I are gonna go see that new scary movie that’s out in theaters.”
You watch him pull on his shoes. “Okay, have fun.” you give him a small smile at the mention of Natasha.
It’s not that you hated her or disliked her or anything, it’s just that he spends all of his time with her. It scares you.
“Thanks.” he kisses you quickly. “You’re the best.”
You watch him leave your shared room before the smile disappears and a sigh escapes your lips. As if your sigh was a signal for Sam, he came through the door and sat next to you.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, giving you a hard look.
“Nothing, just tired.” you shrug, shifting so that you were sitting in front of Sam with your back to the door.
“No, no, no, you can’t do that to me. I know when you’re lying.” he shakes his head and you sigh again.
“Damn you for knowing everything about me.” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest.
“What are best friends for?” he chuckled. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”
You sigh - you seem to be doing a lot of that lately. “It’s Nat and Bucky.”
“Here we go.” Sam says with a smile as he shakes his head.
You continue. “I get that they’re best friends and all and that she’s known him longer than I have but it just sucks, seeing your boyfriend do everything with another girl.”
“If it bothers you so much, why do you let it happen?” Sam questioned.
“Because, Sam.” you sigh. “Everything’s been taken from him before, I’m not gonna do that to him again. Plus, the whole reason Thomas and I broke up was because I was too clingy and needy. I don’t want to lose Bucky so I’m giving him his space. If he wants to spend time with Nat then that’s fine, even if it hurts.”
Sam tensed up at the mention of Thomas. Oh god did he hate Thomas.
“Thomas was a conniving little asshole. He doesn’t know what he’s lost.” Sam tells you. “That’s not the main reason why you’re upset, is it?”
You frown. “No, it isn’t.”
“Then what is?”
You look down at your lap and fiddle with your fingers for a couple of seconds before responding. “I’m worried he’s gonna leave me for Natasha.”
Sam sits up. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“It’s true!” you exclaim. “Look at her and look at me. I’m nothing compared to her. I never will be. Nat and Bucky have more in common than him and I. They’re always together, doing things and hanging out - and when he’s with me all he talks about is what he does with Nat.”
Sam frowned. “You think you’re not good enough for him.” he states and you nod, confirming the statement.
What you didn’t know was that Bucky had forgotten his wallet on the dresser so he had to come back to the room but he stopped in front of the door once he heard you and Sam talking.
And he heard everything.
Upon hearing Sam’s last statement, Bucky thought it was time to enter the room. He pushed the cracked door open and stepped in, gaining both yours and Sam’s attention.
“Hey Bucky, what’s wrong? I thought you were going to the movies with Nat?” you say, pretending like everything was fine and you weren’t just spilling everything to Sam a couple of seconds ago.
“I was but then I remembered I forgot my wallet.” he says softly, his eyes focused on you and only you.
“Oh.” you say, standing up and getting his wallet from the dresser. “Here you go. Have fun baby.” you lean up and kiss his cheek.
You go to turn back to the bed but Bucky caught your arm and pulled you back. “What’s wro-”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he questioned with a pained expression.
“Tell you what?”
“That you’re worried I’m gonna leave you for Nat.” he responds and your expression falls.
“You heard that?” you ask softly, not making eye contact with him.
“Yeah, all of it.” he tells you and Sam takes this moment to leave the room.
“Oh god.” you groan, covering your face with your hands.
“Baby,” he pulls your hands away from your face so that he could look at you. “You are good enough for me. If anything, I’m not good enough for you.”
You open your mouth to speak but he shushes you. “Nat and I are friends, and that’s all we’ll ever be. I’ve never liked her in that way - I’ve never even thought about her in that way.”
“You might say that but what about her? What if she likes you? She’s known you longer so she has the upper hand here.” you say.
“Well then it would suck for her because my heart belongs to you.” he responds, now holding both your hands in his. “It doesn’t matter if she’s known me longer, Y/N. It matters if we feel the same way and I can guarantee you that I do not like her in that way.”
You sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m a mess.”
“No you’re not. It’s okay. I’d feel the same way if this were the other way around.” he tells you. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” you smile. Bucky grins and kisses you.
“Also, that Thomas dude is a huge dick. Don’t listen to him.” he adds once you two pull away, causing you to laugh. “How about we stay in, just you and me.”
“You promised Nat you two were going to see that movie. You can’t bail on her just because-”
Bucky cuts you off, his phone to his ear. “Hey Nat, sorry but we’re gonna have to rain check on the movie, I’m gonna spend the day with Y/N, okay, bye.” he hangs up the phone and throws it on the bed. “I’m all yours now.”
“Did you just hang up before letting her respond?” you ask and he nods.
“You know she’s gonna kill you, right?” you say and he nods again.
“Yup, so let’s enjoy our time together, alright?” he chuckles, pulling you close to him as he showers you with kisses.
A/N: I hope you liked this :) I’ll update more tomorrow.
Request: Hi, can I request an imagine where the reader is Tom’s gf and she is jealous of Tom/Harrison friendship, and when they found out they tease her about it? It’s ok if you don’t want to write it:) btw I LOVED the girl across the hall part 2, I love your writing!
Pairing: Tom Holland + Reader
Warnings: Jealous!Reader and, yup, you guess it, FLUFF also a couple of sexual innuendos
Notes: again, sorry this took so long :-(
It’s no secret to anyone how close Tom and Harrison are, they’re basically attached at the hip. They had been together through everything before and after Tom’s fame, Harrison being his biggest confidant. But, then you came along, it didn’t alter their friendship – nor did Harrison dislike you. In fact, he loved you. He thought you were perfect for Tom. Having you there just reassured him that if ever there were a time he couldn’t be there for Tom, he knew Tom would still have you.
Your relationship with Tom was filled with jokes and taunting, your relationship reflecting on the first day you met. You had worked at a Starbucks that Tom and Harrison had just decided to come across, as soon as Tom had left he knew he regretted not asking for your number. Harrison dragged him back only a few hours later (a few hours because Tom needed time to think of something to say to you). When he walked through the door and saw you at the counter he walked up to you before his confidence disappeared. He reached you at the counter – your back facing him as you wiped down the counters behind you. He looked to Harrison for support, only giving him a thumbs-up. He cleared his throat causing you to turn around. You smiled softly before walking back to the register.
“Can I help you?” Your breathing was hollow but you tried to maintain a steady rhythm. Tom freaking Holland was standing here – for the second time.
“Um, I just wanted to say that I, uh –,” his eyes drifted back to Harrison, only receiving an eyeroll and nod of his head. He turned to you again, seeing your eyebrows slightly raised, “I – uh, forgot to ask for something with my order earlier.”
“Oh,” you said, reaching to grab an empty cup, “what did you forget to ask for?” You could see the color in Tom’s face drain, the only prominent color in him being red.
“I forgot to ask for your number.” Then you saw his right eye drop into what you assumed was meant to be a wink. You laughed lightly, your breathing going back to normal as you took in how embarrassed Tom was at his lame attempt to flirt with you. You giggled a little but tried to cover it with a cough as you saw Tom’s face fall slightly.
“Well, tell you what,” you picked up the cup again and began writing your number on it along with your name, “I’m going to go ahead and give it to you – something tells me that me that it took you awhile to come up with that one.” He looked up, a smile finally gracing his features as he let out a laugh, too.
“Honestly, I’ve been rehearsing that since I walked out of here the first time four hours ago,” he grabbed your cup and not fifteen minutes later you received a phone call from Tom asking if you were busy that night – not at all worried about whether he sounded eager or not.
Although you and Tom had a new relationship, you had enjoyed every passing second within the two months of it. As stated, your relationship with Tom was based on joking and teasing, but you both knew your boundaries. When either of you weren’t feeling up to the taunting, the other’s focus was comforting the other. And today was just one of those days for you – unfortunately, Harrison was visiting Tom in the states during Tom’s break. Not that you minded Harrison being around, but whenever Harrison was around the teasing became two against one – which wouldn’t bother you, if you were feeling up to it. You were a little homesick, stressed over your finals and just looking for some time with Tom.
You became to become slightly irritated when Harrison and Tom began flinging themselves against each other – since you had been trying to spare a few minutes alone with Tom, whether it be trying to hold his hand or even have your arms brushing against each other, Harrison had (playfully) been pulling him away from you, claiming Tom as his. Your irritation became apparent when you all sat down for lunch.
“You’ve been awfully quiet, (Y/N),” you looked up upon hearing Harrison’s voice, “are you jealous that I’ve gotten Tom all to myself today?” He winked at you before draping his arm around Tom’s shoulders, Tom playfully snuggling into Harrison’s side. You rolled your eyes, before looking at your menu again.
“You both can have each other for all I care.” You heard both of their laughter, your insecurity peaking through as you looked toward the exit of the diner – wondering if you should just leave.
“Aw, little (Y/N)’s jealous. Should we give her a reason to be jealous, Haz?” You looked at Tom, frowning slightly when he flashed you a taunting smirk.
“I’m not in the mood, guys.” Tom looked at you with a bewildered look, only to have Harrison laugh a little harder.
“Wait, are you really jealous?” You looked at Tom, then back down at the menu while mumbling a barely audible ‘maybe’. “Baby,” you felt the seat next to you dip as Tom settled next to you in the booth, “baby, look at me.” His hand cupped your chin as he turned your face toward him, his frowned deepened when he saw your eyes slightly water. “Darling, are you really jealous?”
“(Y/N), it’s not my fault Tom loves me-,”
“Harrison! Shut up, leave us alone for a minute.” Harrison took in your sad expression, his face softening before standing, announcing he was going to the restroom, then leaving after having placed a kiss on top of your head. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
You shook your head before looking at him, “It’s stupid.” He gave you a pointed look, pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth urging you to continue. “I’m just having a bad day – I’m stressed and homesick and I miss you even when you’re here. I just wanted some time with you after us having such busy schedules.” He smiled sadly at you before leaning in to kiss you fully, you reacting immediately, disregarding the fact that you both were in a public place. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you brought him closer to you. He groaned slightly into your mouth as your teeth grazed his bottom lip.
“Baby, if you want me, I’m all yours. I’ll tell Harrison to fuck off.” He smiled at your laughter, the sound pushing him to kiss you again – softer this time.
“No, no, it’s fine,” you rested your head against Tom’s shoulder. “But, if you wanted to, you could tell him to fuck off tomorrow.” He laughed loudly before kissing your shoulder, nodding in agreement.
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