Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: oh shit.
A/N: I’m thinking about getting my nose pierced. Do and of you have a nose piercing? Does it hurt?
“You weren’t joking. He really is oblivious.” Pietro laughed as the two of you walked into Big Daddy’s.
“I told you.” you laugh with him, finding a booth near the window and sitting down.
“That’s insane.” he shook his head.
Your laughter subsides as Angela, a waitress you’ve come to know, comes around to your table. “Hey Y/N. The usual?”
You smiled and nod. “Yep.” you imagine the cup of the vanilla shake with oreo cookies and your mouth waters.
Angela writes it down and looks over at Pietro before a confused look comes across her face. “Where’s Bucky?”
You bite your bottom lip. “He was busy. This is Pietro, he’s one of my best friends.”
Angela turns to Pietro and shakes his hand. “Well, any friend of Y/N’s is a friend of mine.” the blonde smiles at her. “What can I get ya, hun?”
“Umm..” Pietro scans over the milkshake options before deciding. “I’ll have a strawberry milkshake.”
She writes it down on her little notepad and nods. “Alright, coming right up.” she turns to walk away.
“Angela, wait!” you exclaim, fishing out the coupons Bucky had given you. “Here.” you give her the two coupons and she looks them over before nodding.
“I’ll be right back with your order.” she smiled, waving the coupons around. You watch as she disappeared into the back before turning around.
“She’s nice.” Pietro says and you nod.
“She’s usually working when Buck and I come here. That’s why she knows me.” you explain. Pietro nods.
“So, if things go as planned, I’ll be going home soon. Bucky looks like he’s breaking each second he sees me with you.” he sighed, leaning back with a smile.
You roll your eyes. “You’re so sure of yourself.”
“You just don’t believe in me.”
You scoff. “I’ve liked him for years and I’ve waited for a hint that he may possibly like me back but there isn’t. Sorry if I don’t have enough faith in me to believe that you can give me that hint.”
“I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” he smirked. You roll your eyes at your friend just as Angela comes back with your milkshakes. You thank her and pull out two 20 dollar bills.
“Oh no, no, no, no.” she shakes her head as she backed away.
“Angela.” you say, pulling her back to you by her apron.
“No Y/N, you do this all the time.”
“This job pays shit, Ang.”
You roll your eyes and stuff the money into her pocket with a smile. “Take care of Nathan and yourself, alright?”
Slowly, a smile spreads across Angela’s face. “Thank you.”
You shrug. “Just call me your sugar momma.”
Angela laughs as she walks away and you look over at Pietro who was smiling at you. “What?”
“What you did was nice.” he says.
You tuck your hair behind your ears. “She needs money to support her and Nathan. I just wanna help.”
“Angela’s son.” you state. “He’s two years old. The dad left her when he found out she was pregnant so she’s been on her own and this job doesn’t pay her enough so I give her money.”
“Well that’s really sweet.” Pietro grinned.
“She’s my friend.” you shrug. “I like helping my friends.”
“If I wasn’t gay, I would so date you.” he says in the most serious tone he could muster up.
“But you’re not gay.”
“Oh, right.” he hummed. “You’re just not my type.”
You playfully glare at him and he laughs. “I’m everyone’s type, excuse you.”
“True.” he nods. “I just can’t seem to keep my hands off you.”
Pietro reaches over the table to touch your arm and you laugh. “That’s because you’re a clingy piece of shit.”
Pietro smiled. “Also true.”
Bucky closes his door after the elevator doors closed. He scoffed and ran his fingers through his hair, moving to sit down on his bed. “Can you believe that ass?”
“Who, Y/N?” Nat questioned. “You better not be calling my best friend-”
“No not Y/N. I would never call her that.” Bucky cut in. “I’m talking about Pietro.”
Natasha rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath as Bucky continued.
“Who the hell does he think he is? I bet he thinks Y/N likes him.” he scoffed. “News flash, she doesn’t. And she never will. I know that for a fact.” he thinks back to how Pietro smirked at him before entering the elevator. “He’s so fucking annoying, flirting with Y/N in front of me, tryna get a rise outta me. Pathetic.” the brunette rolls his eyes. “I could have Y/N under my arm if I really wanted to. Show him not to mess with me.”
Bucky almost forgot that Natasha, his girlfriend was sitting right beside him until she spoke. “Oh my god. You like Y/N.”
He snaps his head towards the beautiful red head and stumbles over his words. What the fuck was he thinking, saying that shit in front of Nat? What the fuck was he thinking, saying that shit period!
“Oh my god.” she repeats, this time with a scoff. “You do. You like her.”
Bucky finally finds some words to say. “No I don’t.”
“It’s obvious that you do.”
“Well I don’t.”
Natasha stands up and folds her arms across her chest. “So how long have you liked my best friend?”
Bucky, frustrated, pulls at his hair. “I don’t like Y/N.”
“Bullshit, James. Tell me the truth!” she raised her voice.
“I am telling the truth, Natalia.” he spat back.
The red head rolls her eyes at the soldier. “You were just having a mini rant about how Pietro was flirting with Y/N in front of you and how you could easily have her under your arm.” she says. When Bucky stayed silent, Natasha scoffed once more, gathering her stuff and opening the door. “Talk to me when you’ve figured out your feelings.”
Bucky flinched when the door slammed shut and he laid back on his bed. He closed his eyes and lets out a deep, long sigh. He was more confused then ever. All this time he’s seen Y/N as his best friend but now seeing her as a love interest confused the hell out of him. Did he like Y/N?
A/N: Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck tell me what you think :))))
TAGS ARE CLOSED BC I CAN’T KEEP UP WITH THEM LMAOOO
Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.
Pairing: Lance x Reader
A/N: I bet you all look really beautiful today :)
Reality comes back to Hope and she screeches. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”
“What do I do?” you slap your palm on your forehead, squeezing your eyes shut.
“Is this a joke? Am I getting Punk’d?” she questioned and you scowl, although she couldn’t see your face through the phone.
“No you’re not fucking getting Punk’d, dumbass.” you grit, trying to keep your voice down so that Lance wouldn’t hear you.
You hear Hope scoff on the other end. “I can’t believe he’s actually your soulmate. How fucked up is that?”
“Laugh about it later. Right now I need to know what to do because at the moment Lance is in my kitchen.”
Her joking tone turned serious. “Why is that dickwad in your kitchen? Oh god Y/N did you guys fuck?”
“No! God Hope, I have self respect for myself, you do realize that, right?” your friend was being unbearable.
“That guy has some mad skills. One minute you can be talking about something as innocent as a kids birthday party and the next, you’re fucking. He’s smooth as hell.” she tells you and you sigh.
“Yeah, well I won’t make the same mistake that you did.”
“I was young and dumb Y/N. Stop holding my past against me.” Hope says in a casual tone.
“I don’t! This is probably the third time I’ve ever brought it up since meeting you! You’re the one who always brings it up!” you defend.
“Yeah, yeah. Listen, just go out there, look him in the eyes and say get out of my fucking house you sex addicted freak. He’ll be gone just like that.” you can practically see her shrugging.
“I’m not doing that Hope, I’m a nice person.”
Hope sighs loudly. “I don’t know what to tell you, Y/N.”
“There has to be a reason as to why he’s my soulmate, Hope. Maybe he’s not as bad as you make him out to be.” your voice lowered towards the end and you shut your eyes, knowing Hope would start yelling at you.
“I’ve experienced what it’s like to be with Lance head on! I know what kind of asshole he can be. He breaks hearts and doesn’t care, Y/N! He’ll do the same damn thing to you and I won’t allow my best friend to get hurt from some scum bag who doesn’t have feelings!” she shouts and at one point you have to take the phone away from your ear.
“Hope, there has to be a reason that above everyone else, he’s my soulmate! We’re destined to be together!” you argue
“That soulmate stuff is bullshit.”
“Say that in front of Ben.” you challenge and she goes silent. “ Exactly.”
“He’s an asshole.” she reminds you.
“You just say that because he fucked you over and he’s been cruel to you since you got all the attention despite only winning the bronze.” you roll your eyes.
“He’s mean to Ben!”
“Hope, you’re mean to Ben.”
“Yeah but I’m allowed to be mean to him.”
Another eye roll. It goes silent on both your eyes as you process everything that has happened in the last 20 minutes. Lance is your soulmate. You share every cut, every scar, every injury, every… Tattoo.
“Hope, I gotta go.”
“What? No, where-” you end the call and toss your phone onto your bed then storm out into the kitchen, startling Lance when was leaning against the counter, sipping his cup of water.
He stands up straight upon seeing you. “Hey, what ha-”
“You selfish asshole!” you shout, coming chest to chest with him. Lance is confused. “I can’t believe how inconsiderate you are! You knew damn well that you had a soulmate and you knew damn well that I’d feel every single thing you felt!”
“What are you talking about?” was he being serious?
“I’m talking about you getting that god awful gold medal tattoo!” you shout. “Do you not know how ugly that shit is?! I hate taking showers, I hate looking at myself in the mirror and I can’t fucking have sex with anyone because that stupid tattoo is so god damn embarrassing!”
Lance smirks. You didn’t expect that reaction. “Shit, you have it too? Lemme see..” he leans forward, reaching for your pants but you swat his hand away, glaring at the tall, dark haired man.
“Oh baby,” he rests his weight on the counter again. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
You look at him with disgust plastered on your face before turning your back to him. “Get out of my apartment.”
Now when girls would tell Lance to get out of their house, he’d be out the door before she could even finish her sentence. But with you, it was different. He wanted to stay with you, he didn’t want to go. Just being in your presence comforted him no matter if you were angry with him or not.
“Y/N, wait, no, I didn’t mean-”
“I said get out, Lance.” you snap, turning back to look at him. “Maybe it’s a good idea if we just stay away from each other. You didn’t want anything to do with me before, there shouldn’t be a difference now.”
Lance thought back to all the times you’d try to contact him with a simple ‘hi’ or ‘hey’ and he’d respond with a ‘fuck you’ or ‘leave me the hell alone’
“I’m sorry.” the cocky, asshole Lance from before was replaced with this Lance. He was genuinely sorry.
“Just leave please.” you sigh, not daring to look up from the floor.
Lance, defeated, let out a puff of air before complying to your wish. He looked at you once more before shutting the front door behind him.
A/N: Sorry it’s kind of short. Tell me what ya think :)
me: *thinks about Grima while doing the dishes* what if Morgan came to the past and didn’t lose her memories but still got separated from the rest of the children, but then Grima from alternate future got into trouble and had to possess Morgan when Robin’s body was damaged, and ran away to the past, too. And then he found the real Morgan and murdered her and started to pretend he’s her (having her body ofc) and he faked his amnesia just to avoid bothering with lying about Morgan’s childhood because he obviously didn’t know all of the details and it would be suspicious if suddenly Morgan began to tangle herself in her memories. Her “ouch, my head, but wow I remember something!” WAS A LIE And then Robin sacrifices himself, wakes up in the field, Chrom picks him up, they hug and Robin cries because finally everything is over, they won, he’s free of the fell blood, grima is gone. And then there’s Morgan standing next to them and she’s like
me: looks down at the dishes. There’s a knife in my hand,
Brad gave your hand a small squeeze as the two of you walked
through the park with Jessie on her leash. Though the sun was beating down on
you two, the cold winter breeze made you shiver.
“You cold, babe?” Brad asked.
“I’m fine,” you told him. “The wind is just a bit nippy, that’s
He let go of your hand, handed you Jessie’s leash and started
to take off his jacket but you quickly shook your head. “Brad, no, you’ll
freeze. I’ll be fine.”
He frowned. “Y/N, if you’re cold, you can have my jacket. I
You shook your head again. “Really, I’m fine.”
Still unconvinced, Brad pulled his wool scarf off and handed
it to you. “At least take this.”
“I insist.” He shot you a cheeky smile and wrapped it around
your neck, slowly moving the hair out from under it. Pressed his lips to your
cheek, smiling against your skin. You bit your lip as a smile spread across
your face. The scarf was warm, soft, and smelt of him. You took in a deep
breath, taking in his scent.
He grinned. “Anytime.” He took your hand again and intertwined
your fingers. As the two of you started walking again, Jessie went to the grass
and started to do her business. Brad sighed, pulling a bag out of his pocket.
You wrinkled your nose slightly and looked away.
Brad picked it up and tied the bag. “I’ll go throw it out at
the garbage can up there. You and Jessie can sit on that bench.” He nodded
towards a small, green park bench.
You shot him a smile as you went to the bench. Jessie watched
Brad leave, but went with you anyway. Brad went to the garbage can and you
rubbed Jessie’s ears while you sat on the cold bench. You smiled down at the
dog. “You’re such a sweet girl.”
She tilted her head back and panted at you, making you smile
Brad came over a moment later and sat down, wrapping his arm
around your shoulders. “Check Instagram.”
“What?” you asked. “Why?”
He smiled. “Just check it.”
You sighed and took out your phone, turning on your data
before opening Instagram. You noticed that Brad had tagged you in a photo and
you opened it. It was a picture of you smiling down at Jessie from a few
moments ago. You smiled whilst reading the caption, “First she stole my heart, now she’s stealing my scarf and dog.”
“Aw,” you gushed, smiling widely at Brad. “You’re so sweet.
And dorky. Very, very dorky.”
let me clarify before I get started - this is NOT a “hate” post about CW - it’s just an observation I’ve made, however, if you’re fearful, scroll on now…
When I watch TWS, I sit in splendor the entire time, loving every moment - enthralled by the story, moved by Steve’s determination and honor. It’s been three years and 100′s of views and I still just thoroughly enjoy this film.
I watched CW yesterday and other than those moments which are too pure for this world - y’all know the ones and I’m not just talking about the Bucky ones. I whisper, “Tell ‘em, Nat,” a lot, too. Plus, Sam and Clint and Sharon and Scott and Wanda (JUST Wanda) and Steve, ofc. But I also fast forward through bits of it and get outright furious during others - it’s like watching a frustrating sports game (aka the SB in Feb). Not near enough happy moments for me and it just bums me out. I do like CW. I promise. I do. I just…sigh…it’s not TWS. I’m all about suspending belief for superhero movies. It’s what you do, but the holes in the “plan” by Zemo are just too large and I fall through them screaming every time. bummer Well, I’ll still watch it (w/ fast forwards) and love the parts I love and if you love every second of it - that’s WONDERFUL. I’m not trying to steal your joy. I swear…just my opinion.
post break up au #1“i literally can’t sleep alone anymore so i’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas, can we have one more nap together, please?”
No day passed by without Yoongi thinking of you. You would always somehow sneak into his thoughts, and usually at the most ungodly hours. Three in the morning? He’d think about your smile and how your face lit up when the two of you were together. He loved when you’d poke and prod at him for attention. He loved the moments shared between hot coffee and lazy mornings the most; with your legs hanging lazily over his on the sofa and his nose lost in the crook of your neck. Yoongi would lie alone with these thoughts on his seemingly empty bed, sheets messed in all directions from his constant midnight restlessness. He was lost in you, completely and utterly lost.
And you were lost in him too.
A cold breeze seeped through your window and played with your curtains to a deafened melody. The night was reticent and cool while you were covered comfortably under your fluffed duvet. As much comfort and tranquility you received, you just couldn’t seem to sleep. You tossed and turned, sticking a leg in or out every few minutes to comply with your body’s need for a gratifying balance between warm and cold. You let out a long ragged sigh sat up, reaching to the side of your bed over to your nightstand to retrieve your earphones and phone respectively. Through a quick few taps you shuffled a soft playlist with slow melodies to soothe you (save for the few upbeat ones but shh you just really liked to scare the shit out of yourself sometimes at three in the morning).
You remembered this playlist and all of the songs it contained. You glanced at the sweet title “For You, Courtesy of Yoongs.” You knew you shouldn’t have tapped that one, but you couldn’t help it. It was the only list of beautifully crafted songs you’d let yourself listen to during a restless time like tonight—or rather, today, since it’s three in the fucking morning.
Along with this choice, though, came the consequences; one of which you knew was remembering everything from your recent beloved, Min Yoongi. You loved him so much; you loved him without words, you loved him with words, and you loved him now, with tears smeared across your bare face. But to your surprise you needn’t cry alone any longer. Your phone vibrated with an incoming text from a number stained in your memories, deleted not long ago.
“I miss you,” it read. “Unlock your door, it’s cold.”
Without a single thought you ripped the earphones from your ears and sprang up from the soft and welcoming sheets to run to your front door. You slowed your pace the quicker you arrived to the door and slowed your breathing while carefully undoing the locks. With quick click you flung the door open and jumped into the arms of the boy that stood before you with puffy red eyes akin to yours and tear streaks not yet wiped. You pulled your head from his shoulder and looked up at his face—one you so desperately needed to see. You raised your right arm from his back and lifted it to his ever so present eyebags and wiped the tears from his soft cheeks.
He uttered only one sentence, “I know we broke up, but I literally can’t sleep without you… can we… can we have one more nap together?”
And with a quick nod, you returned to the safety of Yoongi’s arms, your face hidden in his neck, nostalgic from his scent. You knew this wouldn’t be the last time you napped together. But it would be the last time you ever broke up.
a li’l short yoongi drabble. thanks for reaching down here lmao i just needed a quick prompt to spark my interest,,, sigh. i wanna work on a p long fic soon but i need more motivation :’’))
I do not care if it’s a past relationship that gets
mentioned in your fic; I do not care if it’s a fic about Sara and Oliver where
it mentions that he’s cheating on her sister with her; I do not care if Oliver’s
reminiscing about all his past girlfriends before realizing that what he needs
is some good m/m lovin’; I do not care if it’s a central part of the plot that
Felicity has to save him from his ‘horrible’ gf/fiancée—IF IT IS NOT ACTUALLY A
LAURIVER FIC, DO NOT PUT IT IN THE LAURIVER TAG. DELETE IT FROM YOUR TAGS. I
WANT TO SEE ALL OF THEM GONE. YESTERDAY, PREFERABLY.