You deserve someone who wants to give you a fucking text back, y’know? Someone who wants you, only you, and makes you feel wanted. Someone who can’t help but message you first thing in the morning when the sun light is slow-dancing through the curtain, and they’re barely waking. Someone who wants to spend their drunken Friday nights with you, but also their lazy lemonade Sundays. Someone who holds their one-person umbrella right above you when it’s bucketing down, so that you’re sheltered, even if it means they get soaked through. You deserve someone who thinks of you, often. Someone who calls you on the phone at the end of a long day, because they want to hear the sound of your voice before they drift off into slumber. Someone who makes plans with you on a Tuesday evening, because the weekend is just too far away, and who cares if we have to go to work the next day. Someone who says definitely, not maybe, and follows through. You deserve to hear a song on the radio that makes you melt on the inside at the mere thought of this someone. Someone who could watch you sleeping for hours at a time, and be perfectly content in the grace and stillness of that moment. Someone who steals a cheeky kiss when you’re mid-sentence and least expecting to find their lips. Someone who will happily pig out on pizza with you in bed, and not judge the sweatpants & top knot look you’re sporting. Someone who is just that into you. You deserve someone who challenges the both of you constantly; someone who makes you strive to be better each day, because they’re trying to be better too. Someone you can count on to stick around when the shit hits the fan, which it will. Someone who chooses to lift you up, always. You deserve magic, and fireworks, and confetti canons exploding in your clear blue skies. You deserve someone who will always be careful with your heart, because they know just how fragile it already was before they held it. Someone who’s heart aches whenever yours does. Someone who wakes up next to you each day feeling like they’ve hit the jackpot, over and over again, and thinking what on earth did they do in their past life to be so damn lucky. You deserve someone’s complete attention. Someone who looks at you, and I mean really sees you, and all of the beauty you hold. You deserve to be someone’s first choice. Someone’s best friend. Someone’s partner in crime. Someone’s everything. You deserve to be loved; and loved extraordinarily well. And to be told that you are loved, every single day
If she chooses you please, I beg of you, hold her hand when she’s nervous and when she isn’t, Never stop responding to her when you’re angry, talk it out because she will lose sleep wondering if things will be the same come morning and if they can be fixed, Over time she will blame herself for the flaws in the relationship, Remind her you’re equally at fault but there will always be things that are out of your control, you’re stronger together.
If she chooses you, please listen to her talk about soccer and the gym, She’s addicted to the competitiveness of games and to the rolling wave of a high she gets when she pushes her body, Take her to see her favorite team and cheer her on as much as she cheers the team on.
If she chooses you, I ask that you show her every ounce of respect you have, She may come with a bite but she is gentle, She teases and taunts, but if you look at her eyes right before she looks away you’ll see she is afraid of losing something important, She takes herself more seriously than she lets anyone know, So be gentle with her.
If she chooses you, wash her hair for her when she bathes and let her squeeze you firmly when she gets into bed next to you, she’ll loosen up when she realizes you aren’t going anywhere.
If she chooses you, please pay attention to the little things, Like the way she pouts and curls in on herself getting silent, You don’t have to talk to her in those moments, just be there with her, She’ll love you for it.
If she chooses you, plan adventures with her, Go hiking even if it’s too hot or too cold, and make sure you bring an extra jacket in case she gets cold, a blanket too, Take her to see the things you see beauty in, including herself in the mirror each morning.
If she chooses you, fight for her when she’s stubborn and always wait for her with an open place next to you in your bed, Don’t let somebody else lay in her spot, She belongs there.
If she chooses you, cook for her on the days she spends resting, She exhilarates herself so much that she often forgets to take a break, Feed her and keep her company, Be there when she wakes.
If she chooses you, understand how damn lucky you are, There is no competition greater than the one of capturing more than her heart, If she gives it all to you, please take care of it, Take care of her.
“Bring her back,” Kastiel had shouted, clawing at the floorboards in the House of Mist. “Bring her back!” “She’s gone, Kastiel,” Amren said, pulling him to his feet. Kastiel shook his head. “How do you know? How do you know where she went, if she’s alright, if she’s made it? How do you know?” Amren’s mouth was about to open, about to make a sound, before Kastiel was yanked from his dream. He was sweaty, despite the open windows that let the cool breeze of the night in. He wished the dream hadn’t ended so abruptly, so he could hear Amren’s steady voice, explaining to him everything so vividly, so clearly, as if to say how could you ever doubt me, Kastiel? Now, he lay awake in the bed he’d shared with Seraphine. It was cold and empty—just as he was. Though he couldn’t shake that feeling, that undeniable dread at the thought of Seraphine gone from him. Somewhere he couldn’t go. I came alive when I met you she had said to him. Yet she still left. And he didn’t come with her. The shadows rippled in the corner of his eye. Anyone who wouldn’t have known what to look for could have easily mistaken it for nothing. Though Kastiel knew better. “Father asked you to spy on me again?” he said into the shadows. “Not quite,” Azriel said, appearing at the foot of his bed. “I’m just here to check on you.” Kastiel turned those words over and over in his head. He couldn’t understand what exactly he was feeling—couldn’t even put it into words. But he was certain on one thing—he shouldn’t have let Seraphine’s fingers slip from his hands. He shouldn’t have let her go through the portal alone, without him, without telling her how he felt. Letting Seraphine go was the biggest mistake of his life. “I’m going to get her back. I’m going to tell her.” He met his uncle’s eyes and shifted to the side of the bed to make room. Azriel laid down next to him and together, they comforted each other in their silence.
Imagine Dean coaching your daughter’s soccer team.
Characters: Mechanic!Dean x Teacher!Reader
Warnings: mild angst, super fluff, daddy! Dean (yes, it’s a warning because *swoon*)
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic TEN. The line requested was “The whistle makes me their god.” It was requested by @pinknerdpanda . It will be highlighted in the fic. Thank you so much for celebrating with me. I didn’t get to add in the smut that you requested because the story in my head just didn’t lend itself to it. Hope you aren’t too disappointed with the outcome. I personally had tears of joy in my eyes as I was editing it. I LOVE daddy! Dean.
You turned to come face to face with a familiar face. It was Shin Hoseok. The heir to your families rival mafia family. You shot a glare in his direction. “I see someone doesn’t care about his own safety.”
Hoseok entered into your bedroom through the window, a cocky smile spread across his face. “Please,” he chuckled. “You couldn’t hurt me if you wanted to.”
You took the gun that was placed under your vanity, lazily pointing it towards Hoseok. “You really wanna bet your life on it?”
Hoseok continued to saunter over towards you, not concerned about the firearm pointed at him. He took your hand that held the weapon to make the nozzle press against his chest. “Then do it,” he breathed.
You rolled your eyes as you withdrew the pistol. “You seriously have a death wish.” He shrugged, but that smug smile never left his face. “So do you wanna tell me why you risked coming here? You know that if one of my fathers men catches you they’ll kill you without a thought. Especially with you being in my room.”
Hoseok took your hands, pulling you up and into his body. His arms snaked around your waist. “I like to live dangerously,” he whispered into your ear. The breath hitting your sensitive skin, causing chills down your spine. His head dipped to leave a teasing kiss on your neck. You closed your eyes, tilting your head to allow him better access. “Tell me love, how much did you miss me?”
Summary: The moment you began to see color wasn’t the only wild thing to happen to you.
Request: okay I’ve had this idea but like soulmate AU [where you can’t see color until you meet your s/o]. Steve found his soulmate randomly on a run one day bUt he keeps her a secret bc he doesn’t want anyone bothering her or anything and he’s always making lame excuses to leave the tower to see her secretly but one day he slips with the avengers and everyone’s like “whEn DiD tHis Happen” and they all meet her and she’s so tiny next to Steve and fluff ensues
Author’s note: u ever sit in a dark room while eating m&ms? it’s a surreal experience. also, my bad
You are so damn lucky that you got out of bed early this morning to go jogging.
For as long as you can remember, you never knew color. Your whole life was basically black, white, and grey. You remained optimistic as your friends began to see color while your vision stayed colorless. Such a dreary life it had been before you saw him.
Let us fill the gruvia tag with some positivity. What are your top 5 gruvia moments?
SO MANY TO CHOOSE OMG WHICH ONE I SHOULD PICK I FEEL SO MUCH PRESSURE WHILE I’M WRITTING THIS ASKDJFHJSKDJF
Here we go, this is gonna be LONG (sorry!).
NUMBER 5: The first time they holded hands is absolutely a fav from my part, Gray comforts Juvia and gives her (cough cough as always) an increase in her morale while fighting Lyon and Chelia, as a consequence, a lovely unison trust which defeated their opponents WITH THEIR LOVE POWER ♥
NUMBER 4: SECOND TIME HOLDING HANDS I’M SCREAMING GRAY. The reason why this moment is a step higher than the unison raid is because this memorable phrase of Gray: “I’m here with you” (Not “Fairy Tail”, not “our friends”, not “Don’t worry”, I, GRAY FULLBUSTER -your future husband btw- AM WITH YOU) This moment is absolutely warmer and more private with a lot of physical contact than the last one, even the atmosphere screams “this is love” and is beautiful. Please appreciate it for a minute more before passing to the next one
NUMBER 3: THANK YOU. Here, kinda similar to the “I’m here with you” moment, exists a lot of physical contact and is very private, which I like a lot because everything screams romance with this pairing. I liked (and screamed and jumped btw) where I read this was the mutual understanding and this mixture of feelings: Guilt and pain turned into warm and grateful feels that made me cry because the impact. What I love about Juvia is her honesty and her loyal love to Gray (damn you lucky man). Juvia, our cutie encarnation of love giving up on Gray because the guilt of killing (indirectly) Gray’s FATHER? Not running away pretending nothing did happen, but to face her guilt to GRAY? My heart was in pieces indeed. I won’t deny I was SCARED of Gray’s reaction, because If I try to empathize with him, he has all the right to be angry or even be violent, and that scared me, but it didn’t happen, he was GRATEFUL that Juvia gave Silver the rest in peace he needed, not before feeling sorry for her to coming trough all this, because he knows it was a hard choice for him, and for Juvia. THANKS MASHIMA.
NUMBER 2: If the last one was a truly precious moment for me, this is better since this is practically a summary of what I talked before. Is the first time I can see Gray so clearly and direct towards Juvia’s presence and is a page that has all my appreciation. I can’t stop reading it! If there is a reason why I prefer this moment than the Tartaros one even if this one doesn’t have physical contact (but does have the privacy) is Gray’s position: He is (finally cough cough) facing Juvia’s feelings and giving both a reason to keep living after the war. This is so beautiful Mashima, thanks so much for this, is precious.
NUMBER 1: DOUBLE SACRIFICE ASDFGHJKJHGFDSASDFGH LET ME SCREAM FOR THE NEXT HOUR HOLY SHIP.
Until the date, this is my favourite Gruvia moment ever! What I love about Gruvia is how often Mashima shows us a lot of their development, synchronization and true feelings they have for each other (Even if Gray’s are kinda indirect since he is a man of action) And this moment is the cherry of the top (Thanks Invel, without your chains we wouldn’t have this awesomeness).
Mashima shows a very human Juvia, vulnerable but brave. Scared to die, like every human, but a very strong woman who can win a battle of feels (And I loved that perspective, I could feel how precious is live) And Gray? Well, the same with him obviously. After all they did the same sacrifice.
But Giu, how about that moment were Gray died for Juvia in Eclipse? Yeah! I loved that moment too but THIS one is perfection, if I have to compare, the double sacrifice is 10000000 better. Both doing the same thing, at the same time, because they are too precious (LOVED) to give damage to the other one. Giving up their LIFES and EVERYTHING they had to live for not hurting the other IS A PRECIOUS PROOF OF BRAVE AND LOVE. THANKS FOR GIVING US SO MANY GRUVIA FEELS MASHIMA.
“Over the many thousands of years of my existence I have made many mistakes, Peter. But you’re not one of them.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t do none of it right. But I’m damn lucky you was my boy.”
Two lines, spoken by the two fathers in Peter Quill’s life, one biological, one chosen. Even in these two small lines the characters of these men and their relationships with Peter are brought to light and contrasted with the other.
The first, spoken by a man who had killed his other “progeny” and only created them in the first place to further his own selfish goals.
The second, spoken by a man who saved Peter’s life from the first man and chose to raise him as best he knew how.
The first line demonstrates how, even when seemingly complimenting his son, Ego is making everything about himself. My existence. I have made. Everything is about Ego when it should be about Peter, the son he abandoned.
But Yondu’s line is different. While he mentions himself, he’s apologetic. I didn’t do none of it right. And in the second sentence, he makes it all about Peter, his adopted son, the son he chose. I’m damn lucky you was my boy.
Two similar lines, but two totally different sentiments. Ego was a jackass. Yondu was a father.
Those three little words have been left on the tip of your tongue for quite a while now. You want to say them, to see his eyes light up as you finally reveal that you love him, but you always feels held back, the three words get choked up in your throat and you can’t manage to get them out, no matter how much you want to express them.
Maybe it is because you have been hurt before, and the fact that those three little words can mean so much, one moment they are floating around perfectly, the next they mean nothing. Maybe it is because ’I love you' is overly used sometimes, and expressed far too quickly within a relationship. The three little words are not words you like to throw around without them holding meaning. They are sentimental words that are not to be taken lightly, they are not just pick up lines to effortlessly roll off the tip of your tongue.
He knows that you have been hurt before, he knows that there is a decent reason for being reserved and anxious when it comes to telling him that you love him, too. He knows that you love him, even if you don’t announce it from the rooftops or express the words while in the comfort of his living room when you both agree on staying in and watching a movie before you go back to your apartment.
You were wrapped up in the comfort of your comforter, trying to take your mind off the aches and pains the terrible bug had begun to put you through. You weren’t much of a complainer when it came down to you contracting some sort of cold or bug, you have always been the stubborn one to deal with it on your own, as a kid you would refuse to tell your Mum when you were sick because you did not want her to coddle you like she did your siblings. You found it to be consuming and overbearing. As you grew older, that did not change.
So when Harry showed up at your doorstep, with flowers and a bottle of wine, you were rather surprised. His smiles gently dimmed as he noticed your pyjamas, dark eyes, and pale tone.
heyy,can you write a story where jughead tells archie how lucky he is that betty loves him/how amazing betty is and betty overhears it and confronts jughead and kisses him.
This ones how I wish it would go down!
What was wrong with Archie Andrews?
That seemed to be the question of the year, regarding the red headed, boy next door.
Normally, jughead would defend his former best friend, especially now that they were rekindling their friendship
Not this time. Not when said best friend was going on about how annoying Betty Cooper was.
For the first time in his life, he found himself thinking
What was wrong with Archie Andrews?
“I mean, I get it, she’s sort of in love with me, but give me a break, ya know? Like this whole obsession thing, it’s getting old”
Jughead clenched his jaw, his fingers flexing under the table.
“She cares about you arch, she’s just looking out for you.” Jughead ground out.
Archie was rolling his eyes
“Yeah well, I don’t need that “care” it’s messing up my game, everyone’s afraid of hurting Betty, so the girls don’t wanna go out with me. She needs to back off.“
That was it.
Jughead slammed a fist onto the table.
“Back off? You want her to back off? Don’t you get it Archie? Don’t you see how damn lucky you are? She loves you, you’re the boy that that , beautiful, smart, kind, loving girl chose to fall in love with, and you just use it and abuse it, like it’s nothing. If Betty Cooper loved me the way she loves you, i wouldn’t leave her side, let alone
Act like it’s an inconvenience. Get over yourself brother.”
Placing the headphones back over his head, Jughead left a slack jawed, confused Archie standing and staring after him.
At the same time Kevin and Veronica were crouched into the booth directly behind the one Archie and jughead had previously been occupying.
“Did you get all that? ” Veronica asked?
Kevin smirked sliding his phone across the table to Veronica
“You bet I did.”
Betty was leaning her head against the cool metal of her locker.
Her mom had been on a rampage this morning.
Apparently the blue sweater she had on did nothing for her eyes, and why didn’t Betty care about her image? Didn’t she know how important first impressions were?
Suddenly a phone was placed right under her line of vision.
She turned around to see Kevin and Veronica smiling at her, Kevin wiggling his phone in the air.
“ watch.” Veronica ordered.
Rolling her eyes ,she took the phone in her hand, playing the video.
Immediately Archie’s face filled the screen, as he went on about how annoying she was.
Looking up to Veronica, hurt in her eyes.
“Keep watching” she said softly, urging her on.
Suddenly the conversation had shifted, and she was now watching a very angry jughead defend her honor.
Eyes wide and teary, she felt her heart ache at the way jughead spoke about her.
She didn’t know.
He never said anything.
She couldn’t count the times he had caught her staring.
He never did anything.
Steeling her shoulders, and passing the phone back to Kevin, she turned on her heels.
A girl on a mission.
Kevin and Veronica were hot on her tail, as she searched for the boy in the beanie.
Spotting him standing by the vending machine flattening out a dollar, he turned at the sound of her steps.
As soon as he caught her eyes, he smiled.
That smile dropped when he noticed the intense look on her face.
“Hey bets, whats going o..”
Betty had him pushed against the vending machine before he even had a chance to finish his sentence.
Her lips were on his and his hands immediately went to her waist.
Veronica and Kevin squeaking behind the couple.
After what felt like hours of kissing, he pulled away. Resting his forehead on hers, and smiling lazily.
Betty placed her hands to his cheeks
“I’m yours if you want me, jughead jones.”
He knew they had a lot to talk about, but right now, he was perfectly happy having Betty Cooper.
Summary - A small fuck up on a cold winter night leaves plenty of room to fix the mistake
Word Count - 3252 (It was supposed to be a drabble. Consider this a full bouquet of whoopsie daisies!)
Warnings - Swearing, smut, unprotected sex (remember, irl, no glove, no love), I think that’s it
A/N - Again, you have @sis-tafics to thank/blame for this one. A simple conversation lead to smut (that never happens!) and that lead to this. Jill, it came out slightly different than our conversation. Hope it still fits what you were looking for :) This is only my second fic I’ve posted, so again, helpful (and kind!) feedback is not only welcomed, it’s needed. Oh and this was unbetaed since I finished it really fucking late (early?).
You fling the front door open, cold wind blowing snow in behind you and Dean before he turns and pushes it closed against the freezing night. You’re teeth are chattering as your rub your hands up and down your arms, stomping your feet, trying to get your body to warm back up.
“Well, that was a fucking waste of time.” Dean bitches as he starts pulling off his snow packed boots.
You unwind your scarf from your neck and throw it at him, “Ya think? Jesus, Winchester, next time do some damn research!” Dean just tosses your scarf back at you with a roll of his eyes and tugs his cap off his head, his messy hair making your cold fingers itch to run through it.
He had found where your suspect was hiding out, so you had gone to do some surveillance. But he had failed to check the weather forecast and while you were out, a storm had rolled in, bringing snow with it, making you have to bail on your mission. By the time Dean had managed to navigate the slick roads back to the gravel one leading to the cabin, the road was covered with enough snow that he wasn’t going to risk getting Baby stuck. Thankfully, you had at least thought to grab your cold weather gear, and Dean was damn lucky you were a generous enough girlfriend to bring his too. The walk back to the cabin wasn’t really all that long but the snow was heavy and wet, making it difficult to trudge through. And the wind was fucking cold.
Summary : You are an agent that worked alongside the Avengers , with an unusually close friendship with Captain Rogers. What happened when he reveals his true feelings for you before you leave on an undercover mission? By the time you return from the mission, you’ve missed the events of Civil War. What happens when you come home and most of your friends are gone? And when they return?
Pairings : No official pairings yet, but Steve Rogers x reader, Johnny Storm x reader, Tony stark x reader, avengers x reader.
Warnings : swearing, angst,tiny bit of fluff
Italics are memories , & bold is the readers thoughts !
Am I supposed to say hi to him or ignore him? Why the hell do I even agree to come to these dumb things? This isn’t happening again… Johnny pulls you from your staring contest with Steve and onto the dance floor. He begins swaying you both to the beat of the soft music Tony’s DJ is playing.
“You don’t have to talk to him. Just forget about him tonight Y/n, you don’t need him,” Johnny says into your ear.
You know he’s right but maybe you should be the bigger person here. You don’t answer Johnny, just place your head on his chest instead. When the song finishes, you both walk towards the bar. The only open spot was next to Sam and Bucky, which also means near Steve. You take a deep breath and make the first move over to them, Johnny hot on your heels.
“Hey guys!” you say, a half fake smile plastered itself across your face.
“Well hot damn, Storm you are one lucky man!” Sam says as he kisses your cheek and slaps Johnny on the shoulder.
“I know I am, I’d hate to be the guy that lost this beautiful creature,” Johnny says. This is why I keep him around. You look to see Steve’s jaw clench at Johnny’s remark, knowing it was towards him. Bucky steps up to you next, leaning in for a kiss on your cheek.
“You look gorgeous, doll.” You blush at his words. You guys have spoken a few times since the incident with Ross and he seems to be getting more comfortable with you which you absolutely love. He’s so much more than meets the eye.
"You look pretty incredible yourself, Sergeant,“ you purr. You watch as his cheeks tint pink as he smiles and laughs.
You hear someone clear their throat and you know already know it’s Steve.
"Hello, Steve,” you say politely. Be the bigger person, I can do this.
“You look stunning, darling,” He says, and you can hear the sincerity in his voice. Sharon appears next to him looking killer as always.
“Sharon you look great!” you say, pulling her into a hug. You have no reason to be mad at her. She didn’t know about you and Steve, she’s always been nice to you, and you aren’t going to let Fuckboy Rogers ruin anything.
She hugs you back, returning your compliment.
You and Johnny finally get your drinks. You down your tumbler full of whiskey then order 4 shots of tequila. Johnny bursts out laughing next to you.
“You know it’s not good to mix liquor, right? How the hell are you going to take four shots!?” he questions. You roll your eyes.
“I’m only taking two. The others are for you, handsome. Don’t you know you aren’t suppose to let a girl drink alone?” You ask like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He shrugs, taking down the shots with you when they appear.
You see Johnny looking around the room and the group of beautiful girls giggling to each other and looking at him. Just because I’m not getting any tonight, doesn’t mean he shouldn’t.
You nudge his shoulder, tipping your head in the girls direction.
“Go get ‘em, tiger.” You wink.
“I’m not leaving you! I’m your date!”
“Johnny, I love you for coming with me, but seriously. They haven’t taken their eyes off you and I’m not trying to cock block my best friend. GO,” You order. He salutes you and follows your order. You see all the girls swoon as soon as he reaches them. You snort as you watch them give him all their attention.
You order more tequila, and as you down the second shot you feel a hand on your waist. You turn meeting a set of beautiful blue eyes.
He laughs at your excitement.
“I don’t think I’ve gotten the chance to see you drunk yet, doll, but I’m liking it so far.” He makes you blush for the second time tonight. The slow song that begins to play catches your attention. Bucky sees the mischievous look in your eyes as they meet his.
“What are you up to now?” he questions warily.
“Sergeant Barnes, would you care to dance?” you ask softly, a tiny smile appearing on your lips. His eyes go wide and you can tell he is nervous.
“Doll, I haven’t danced in a long time, longer than I’d like to admit.” You step forward, placing your hands flat against his chest.
“Maybe I can refresh your memory then. Please?” Your infamous puppy dog eyes are on full display. He sighs, letting you take his to guide him to the dancefloor. When you situate yourself among the others dancing, you begin moving slowly with the music.
“See? This isn’t so bad!” You both laugh and he sends you a dazzling smile that leaves you breathless. He swiftly spins you out then brings you back. Giggles pour out of you at his movements.
“You’re doing much better than you led me to believe, Barnes.” You raise your eyebrow at him. What a sly son of a bitch.
“Maybe I was just nervous about dancing with such a beautiful dame. It’s a little intimidating.” His 40’s charm shows, resulting in a permanent blush on your cheeks.
“You really know how to sweet talk a girl. I’m a little confused on why you don’t have a date Buck, you’re quite a catch.” Now it’s his turn to blush.
“I had a couple offers, but Sam, Steve and I decided to go solo tonight and relax.” Steve didn’t come with Sharon? Huh, maybe that’s why his tie didn’t match her dress. Whoops.
“I thought Steve came with Sharon?” you try to ask without seeming to interested.
“Nope, we ran into her and then her and Steve just kind of stuck together. None of us really like these events.” You hum in agreement. You didn’t notice the song change to another slow paced beat. You look up, locking eyes with Bucky. You didn’t realize how close your faces really are, your noses slightly brushing the others.
“Mind if I cut in?” Rogers. Be fierce. He’s still an ass. Buck looks to you silently asking if you’re alright with this. You nod, pushing yourself up to place a kiss on his cheek.
“Save me another dance, Sergeant.” You wink, watching as a blushing Bucky backs away from you. His hands were replaced with Steve’s, his grip a little more rough. You stay silent as you begin dancing, keeping your eyes away from his.
“Are we going to talk about it? Or are you going to keep avoiding me?” You can pretty much feel the annoyance radiating off him.
You sigh, finally meeting his stare.
“Talk about what , Steve?” you say innocently. A frustrated groan rumble in his chest.
“The elevator, Doll. Playing dumb isn’t going to get you out of this.” Of course it’s not, nothing ever goes how I want.
“Steve, I don’t know what you want me to say. Yes, I did miss you. Yes, the kiss felt… fuck, it felt amazing. But you know what doesn’t feel amazing? Thinking of you kissing Sharon. I’m not going to act like I’m over it. You obviously don’t know what the hell you want and that’s okay. But I’m not-”
“I know what I want y/n, I want you.”
He pulls your body flush against his, your chest pressing to his. He begins to dip his head down to yours. As he does, flashes of him and Sharon play in your mind; them kissing, the way you saw him looking at her when you first saw them tonight.
You lean back, away from his oncoming lips.
“You think you want me, and maybe you did at one point. But I saw the way you look at Sharon tonight and the day you kissed her. It wasn’t how you look at Nat or Wanda. And as much as I care for you, I will not be anyone’s second choice and I will not compete for your attention. Steve I miss you, I miss my bestfriend. But I fight people for a living; I don’t want to fight with another woman over your love.” Maybe hell tell me I’m wrong… maybe this can work. Your chest tightens as you watch his unreadable expression as you speak.
“Thats all you want then? To go back to how things were? Y/n, I don’t think I can. It was easier before I told you I love you, before I got to feel your lips on mine. I do feel something for Sharon, but I-” I guess not.
“That’s all I need to hear, Steve,” you say. You push yourself away from him. You’re frantically trying to fight the tears that are threatening to pour out. I already knew how this would play, why is it still hitting me this hard? I need to get it together.
“Steve, we are just friends. And as your friend, I’m telling you to go dance with Sharon, don’t lose your chance.” The words burn as they leave your mouth. A defeated look spreads over his features. He lifts your hand and places a kiss on it.
“I love you. If this is what you want then I’ll stay your friend. Just remember y/n, this was your decision, not mine.” You nod, staring at his back as he goes to find Sharon. Johnny steps in front of you, looking you over.
“I heard everything, what do you say we get out of here?” he suggests.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you that eavesdropping is rude?” He rolls his eyes and pulls you to him to dance. He holds you to him, shielding your face from others with his shoulder.
He leans closer to you. “You’re covered, let them go babe,” he whispers. How does he always know?
You listen, letting the tears roll freely down your cheeks. You quietly sob into his shoulder for a few moments but quickly pull yourself back together when he warns your that he thinks Bucky is heading your way. Thank goodness for waterproof makeup. You hear Bucky clear his throat.
“Ready for that second dance, dollface?” You wave Johnny off, telling him you’ll find him after. He nods and winks at Bucky as he takes his place.
“Couldn’t stay away for long, could you?” you tease. He lets out a soft chuckle, rocking you both to the music.
“Listen doll, I’m not completely sure what is going on with you and Steve…”
Oh great. A lecture from the bestfriend. Just what I need.
“Let me finish. I know eavesdropping is rude,” he shoots you a look. Damn super soldier hearing.
“But I think what you did was incredible. No one should ever have to fight for someone’s love. Not a lot of people think like that, and it must’ve taken a lot to be able to do that. I know he is my bestfriend, but he is a punk so I honestly think you’re better off. It’s his loss. You, my darling, are too breathtaking not to want. I just feel bad for the man that you choose, he’ll be fighting the others off.”
Your tears reappear, but not from sadness this time. Just purely from Bucky being so damn cute. He wipes them as they fall.
“Shit, I didn’t mean to make you cry!” You laugh and nuzzle your face into his neck.
"They aren’t sad tears Barnes, calm down. That was just really sweet of you to say, thank you.“ You dance silently with him, keeping your face in his neck. You know things aren’t going to be exactly the same with Steve which sucks. The way Bucky spoke to you was as if you’ve been friends for years. The way he comforted you and smiles at you ,reminds you of how it was with Steve before everything happened. Maybe Bucky was brought into my life for a reason.
A week later
things between you and Steve went back to kind of normal. You’re beginning to think maybe you weren’t in love with him in the first place, you just loved him. You’ve always heard there is a difference between being in love and just loving someone, now you finally understand. Watching him and Sharon stung at first but it doesn’t bother you anymore. You find yourself gravitating towards Bucky more and more when he’s in the same room as you. He even comes to hang out with you and Johnny. They get along about as well as Sam and Bucky, just a little more civil. When you’re not with one you’re with the other.
It’s now a little after four in the morning and you can’t seem to stay asleep. You begin to wander around the halls of the tower, not bothering to change out of your pajamas. There is something oddly calming about walking the halls in just a tee and underwear, knowing no ones awake to catch you. Or so you thought. As you reach the communal level, you decide to watch TV hoping it’ll make you tired. You walk through the doorway and see the TV already turned on. A familiar mop of dark brown hair peeking over the top of the couch. Why is he awake?
"Buck?” you ask quietly, trying not to startle him.
His head whips around.
"Y/n, what are you doing up?“ His voice raspy, making goosebumps form on your arms. How is he attractive at 4 a.m? He isn’t human. You become aware of your pajama, well lack of actually.
"I uh- I couldn’t stay asleep,” you confess, playing with the bottom of your black tee. You hear him shuffle around on the couch then signal you to join him. You jump over the couch, landing on your ass with a bounce. He chuckles then places his blanket over the two of you.
“Cute panties doll, didn’t take you as a lace kind of girl.” You watch a sly smirk spread across his face. You roll your eyes, shoving his bare chest.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me yet, Barnes.” His cheeks flush pink at the suggestiveness of your statement. You giggle.
"So why are you up and what are we watching?“
"Nightmares still, not as bad as before though. And you chose, I’m still not too sure what’s good these days.” It’s not fair he still has nightmares, he deserves peace. Poor old man.
You take the remote from him and explore Netflix with him, explaining which shows are good. You end up watching Parks & Rec. You both can’t control the laughter escaping as you watch half of Season One.
You don’t know who moves first but somehow you end up laying fully spread out and spooning Bucky’s side as he lays on his back. His hand gently traces shapes into your bare thigh where it is resting under the blanket. You feel your eyes slowly get heavier and you try to fight it but quickly find yourself losing. You shift a little, ending up with your nose pressed into Bucky’s neck. You begin hearing quiet snores leaving his lips as his chest moves slowly.
“Good night, James,” you whisper, placing light kiss to his neck. You give in letting your eyes close, falling asleep with a small smile on your face.