He stares at her body and there’s a shocked kind of numbness and a blistering kind of pain all at once and the only thing he’s ever been through that rivaled this ache was Michael ripping his wings from his back but somehow this is worse.
She’s dead and he doesn’t know how to handle everything he’s feeling at once, but the most prominent one is regret because he thought that they’d have more time, he thought they’d have her whole life, but now here he is with the words he’d never said sitting on the tip of his tongue and no one to hear them because he never considered that her whole life could be over so soon.
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Summary:You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: 2942
Warnings:Same as always
A/N: FYI on Chap. 4 I had to go back and make a minor change bc of a continuity error. Bucky’s hair is short (think TJ Hammond style) in this fic and i slipped up an put in a man-bun note (it’s my weakness). Sorry! Now, back to the story….
Wanda in your closet to hunt through the mass of new clothes you’d
unceremoniously shoved in there earlier, you raced down the floor towards Nat’s
room, ready to call the whole night off after that disaster of a dinner. You rounded the corner and attempted to stop short
but your socks had no grip and you crashed into a wall of muscle. “Sorry, Sam,” you mumbled. “You okay?”
Sam laughed and steadied you back on your feet.
heard Bucky snort from behind and winced.
Great, he’d just seen you stuff your face full of Chow Mein and apple
pie and now he caught you hurdling down the hallway like the giant boulder from
Indiana Jones. “He’s fine,” Bucky
clapped him on the back. “Not even you
could crack this thick skull.”
that he pulled Sam’s sweatshirt hood over his eyes and gave him a noogie before
guffawing like a doofus and racing past you with Sam hot on his heels.
yo! What the hell’s that mean?!” he
hollered. “And don’t touch my hair,
man!” Sam’s voice carried down the
hallway as he chased your best friend. A
loud thud and muffled ‘ooof’ confirmed that he’d caught up to him and
apparently rugby tackled him in the living room.
nostalgia; you can miss someone in a lot of ways, and you can just miss the idea of them. it’s hard to tell the difference, sometimes. [listen]
01. drown - front porch step / 02. long lost friends - transit / 03. i hope you’re missing me - moose blood / 04. i don’t like who i was then - the wonder years / 05. damaged kids - broadside / 06. rip in peace - roam / 07. cover you up - real friends / 08. ides - forever came calling / 09. gold rush - knuckle puck / 10. closure - the story so far / 11. miss missing you - fall out boy / 12. far too young to die - panic! at the disco / 13. breaking free - night riots