plus an excuse to watch this movie again is always good

Jake Peralta: Stepdad!AU

So this was going to be an actual fic, but, alas, any sort of narrative wouldn’t come, so instead allow me to offer a series of (not at all canon-timeline compliant) headcanons about Amy Santiago’s tiny daughter taking Jake in as part of the family:

  • When Amy starts at the Nine-Nine, she is Very Adamant that Jake will never meet Maya, largely because a) He’s the worst, and b) Maya doesn’t need to see her mother curse out a fellow employee, but mostly c) He’s The Worst.
  • Except she only lasts twelve days, at which point Captain McGinley calls her in on her day off because he’s finally realized that his new detective has started and he wants to meet her, even though they have met four (4) times and he’s assigned two cases to her and Jake
    • It’s supposed to be a short meeting and she promises a very teary-eyed Maya that she’ll be real quick, but she needs to go in without Maya because McGinley looks like he might yell for some reason, Amy can just tell, and Sarge isn’t here and Amy barely knows anyone else and Jake offers, basically
    • Maya is just v. v. teary when Amy blows her a quick kiss before entering McGinley’s office
    • The meeting lasts exactly forty-seven minutes
    • Amy expects A Disaster when she gets out, or at the very least a very stressed-out Jake trying to pass her daughter off on someone else
    • But instead Maya is sitting in Jake’s lap with two of his superhero figurines gripped between her sweaty little hands, patiently telling a story while Jake writes on a piece of paper next to her
    • “And then there’s a dragon,” Maya says breathlessly, and Jake nods along patiently
    • “Fire-breathing or bearded?” he offers, and Maya really considers it for a moment before deciding on bearded. “Got it, I’ve jotted that down.”
    • “I thought no one was allowed to touch your dolls?” Amy asks when she gets to them, and she’s a little stressed out about this whole situation because Jake is suddenly, like, a kind person? Who’s been watching her daughter for forty-seven minutes and counting?
    • “Uh, obviously this is Red Metal Man and Mr. Star, okay.”
    • It’s not. It’s Iron Man and Captain America, and Amy can tell because she’s not totally out of the loop of the cultural zeitgeit, okay, and she sometimes pays attention to movie posters and has very definitely seen at least two of the superhero movies
    • “Plus I believe I said no Santiagos, and that was back before I knew there was a cool Santiago in the clan.”
    • Maya, meanwhile, has grabbed a pen off of Jake’s desk and is now leaning precariously over said desk and drawing on some of the large blank spaces Jake had left on the paper
    • And Amy realizes that Jake was writing down Maya’s story but made sure there was room so she could draw
    • Jake grins at her sheepishly, braces Maya with one hand on her back to make sure she doesn’t slip, and says, “It’s her vision, and she’s, like, a really good storyteller.”
    • Amy swoons, but in a low-key, subtle way. Probably.
    • Anyway, but Jake is also The Worst, so it doesn’t matter

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{Special} College!AU Shownu
  • major: statistics 
  • minor: business management 
  • sports: star quarterback of the uni’s football team!!! 
  • clubs: joined math club and at first everyone was like,,,,,are you in the right place??? but shownu was just like “i like math.” and opened up his stat textbook and started doing worksheets for fun. also it’s not a club, but he’s the RA of his dorm floor
  • first things first: everyone always gets the wrong impression of him. like,,,,,,,when they see him in the halls or walking on campus their first thought is like “oh. he’s totally an athlete.” which is correct,,,,but then they’re like “he got in on a sports scholarship,,,,,he probably isn’t that smart,,,,,,,doesn’t he rely only on his muscles?”
  • WELL WRONG
  • shownu is incredibly smart and when people ask what his major is, expecting to hear him say something like “undecided” shownu very calmly and clearly goes “statistics. mathematics is thrilling to me.” with the most serious expression
  • that if you didn’t know him all that well you’d think he was like??? mocking uptight math majors???? but he’s not,,,,,,,,,,he really actually loves math
  • and he’s so naturally gifted at it that he ended up having to do an independent study on probable theory because,,,,,probably theory I and II were too easy for him,,,,,,,
  • the stat teachers absolutely love him because he’s so forward and realistic about everything, he like,,,,,,,,he embodies math
  • i know that sounds funny to say given that he towers over everyone in his class, has shoulders as broad as the ocean, and can probably lift three desks up in one hand 
  • but the way he does things, methodically and without error,,,,,almost robotic,,,,,,is very,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Math
  • but don’t get me wrong, shownu has his charms
  • he’s actually super,,,,,like,,,,,,fatherly like he’s the parent friend of his group because he’s so realistic
  • but it can also be kind of funny because wonho and minhyuk will be talking about a party the sociology majors want to throw and shownu will be like “as long as everyone is back at the dorm by 11.”
  • and maybe it’s the RA in him speaking but minhyuk is just like “shownu,,,,,it’s a party,,,,,,it starts at 11 not ends at 11″ and shownu is like “that isn’t a good idea if you have morning class. don’t you have morning class minhyuk? i would recommend you not go to the party, you get grouchy with no sleep.”
  • and he means it with the best intentions but he sounds like a dad from a movie policing his young son and minhyuk is like I DO NOT GET GROUCHY and wonho is laughing his ass off like minhyuk,,,,,,shownu’s right you’ll just throw a fit in the morning and minhyuk is like no wonho not you too what are you my parenTS
  • it’s also really cute that shownu loves to like,,,,do housework. he’s pretty good at cooking (he calls his mom when he needs a recipe or hyungwon bothers him enough to get him to cook something specific) and he likes keeping things clean
  • sometimes people find him with his glasses on, studying a cookbook that’s called like ‘housewives homey hotpot recipes’ wearing an apron he got as a gift from jooheon and it’s just,,,,,,,endearing
  • because under that he’s got like sweats on with a fitted t-shirt and there’s his muscles,,,,,,you know Being Big 
  • one of the football players on the team joked that shownu should bake some cookies for them if they won the nationals and when they did shownu actually baked a whole bunch of them
  • and they were really good
  • even the coach complimented them
  • and like no offense but whoever said boys can’t be athletic but also adorable-y good at frosting cookies into the shape of little footballs was a liar. shownu exists 
  • most often, when no one is looking, shownu can let himself go a little and like im not saying he breaks out into song in the middle of his dorm dancing to shakira’s hips don’t lie like there’s no tomorrow
  • but if ioi’s pick me comes up on the TV and no one is around to watch like,,,,,,,,,,perhaps he does the choreography JUST A BIT 
  • shownu doing the pick me dance while flipping pancakes though anyWAY
  • he’s an all-around amazing student, athlete, and friend. like he can juggle practicing for a game, data analysis homework, and making sure changkyun doesn’t bring anything from lab into his dorm all at once,,,,,,,,we should all strive to be students like him
  • calls his mom every weekend and tells her everything he did to the last detail like,,,,,,,,,what an actual big soft teddy bear
  • but yes you,,,,,,,,,don’t know shownu at all really. like the mathematics department is far from your department and you’ve never really crossed paths with him
  • you have seen his photo all over the school website, seeing as though he’s always there in some article about football
  • and you don’t really care, even though every one of your friends is always going on about how dreamy of man the star quarterback of the uni really is
  • but you don’t have much time, you’ve been juggling a whole bunch of schoolwork and whatnot that dating,,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,,,what,,,,,,,,,,,is that,,,,
  • plus big guys into sports were always loud and too self confident (from what you saw in movies) so you weren’t exactly interested in getting to know more about him
  • speaking of juggling a lot,,,,,you also had another worry on your mind aside from school work and that happened to be the stray kitten you’d found outside the uni’s library over a week ago
  • luckily the weather had been nice and clear so you’d been able to safely sneak over to feed the little kitten during the night 
  • always apologizing to it that you couldn’t take it inside with you, your RA would have your neck if you got caught with an animal
  • but see,,,,,,,this weekend it was supposed to rain. like,,,,,,really hard
  • there was a weather alert on all the roadways and people with saturday classes were all whining about how they’d have to make a dash through the storm to get across campus for class
  • but all your mind fixated on was,,,,,,,,the kitten in that little flimsy cardboard box wouldn’t last out in such heavy rain
  • so even if your RA found out,,,,you were sure that maybe MAYBE you could smuggle the little guy in through your hoodie and keep him inside until the rain passed. then you planned on putting up posters to see if anyone had lost him
  • so, on the evening before the big weekend storm you threw on the biggest hoodie you can find, take some canned cat food as bait, and go out to collect the little guy 
  • thankfully when you got there it looked like no one had yet found him,,,, you could hear his little mewing from the box and you were like hey!!! im glad you’re ok, taking out the food and opening it up
  • but before you could put the can into the box you felt someone behind you, their shadow towering over yours and you froze
  • “what are you doing?”
  • they asked slowly and you were like shit ,,,,,,,shit is it an RA??? slowly you turned and in the slight darkness you couldn’t see exactly who it was
  • but then the person was leaning over, their big hand going toward the box with the kitten 
  • and you grabbed their hand, trying to wrench it away but,,,,,,,,,,,,,you literally couldn’t it was like grabbing a wall why heck were they so strong??
  • but they weren’t shaking you off either and when you locked eyes with this huge, strong person you were like wait -
  • what
  • and the boy looking back at you,,,,,,you’d seen that face before but where,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,SHOWNU???
  • and he blinks, looking down at your hand still around his wrist and you’re like UM and you drop it and you’re like “plEASe,,,,,,don’t take the kitten away the storm tomorrow is coming and i just want to keep it safe please don’t hu,,,,,,hurt it,,,,,”
  • and shownu tilts his head and he’s like “hurt it? i was going to take it back to my dorm.”
  • and you’re like ??????? excuse me no I was going to take it back to my dorm
  • but you’re not about to say that to this tall, muscular man 
  • and you’re like “o-oh,,,,,,,,well i,,,,i also,,,,,want,,,,,,wanted,,,,,to take it,,,,,,um,,,,,,,”
  • and you kind of shuffle a bit, feeling uncomfortable because again : you’re alone with this person who could overpower you and it’s just natural to be afraid
  • but then you see shownu carefully pick up the kitten, sitting back on his knees and holding it against his chest
  • and it’s so tiny,,,,,,,,it fits into his palm
  • and he’s like “i didn’t know someone else knew about him” and you’re like,,,,,oh ive known for a week,,,,,,but i didn’t know if i should bring him to a shelter or if someone lost him so,,,,,
  • and shownu nods and he’s like “would it be better if i took him or you” and you’re like “how much of an micromanager is your RA?” and shownu is “im the RA of my floor”
  • and you’re like WELL THEN YOU WIN MY RA WOULD MURDER ME FOR HAVING A PET
  • and shownu can tell by the look on your face when he gets up is one that clearly says ‘i don’t want to part ways with this adorable kitten’ 
  • and so he puts out his hand and he’s like “,,,,,,,,wanna hold him a bit”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,yes,,,,and you cuddle the little guy up to your chest and you’re like “oh, take this!” and you use your free hand to pass shownu the cat food you’d brought along and you’re like “that way you don’t have to buy another one for tomorrow ^^”
  • and since it’s dark and you’re cooing at the kitten you don’t see how shownu holds the can, looking up at you rather softly because of how sweet that was of you
  • but when you pass him the kitten back you sigh and you’re like “ill trust you with him, but after the storm,,,,,,,i was thinking of making lost flyers for him or something,,,,”
  • shownu doesn’t say anything, but he nods.
  • opening up his hoodie, you see that he’s got a white sleeveless tank under it and once again there are those damn muscles everyone always drooling about
  • ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and they do look nice,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • aNYWAy 
  • and he like puts the kitten in the pocket of the tank and you’re like it’s so small it fits or maybe it’s because the shirt is large because shownu is large???? whatever he’s the math major here
  • and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,ill be going then”
  • and shownu is like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,after the storm,,,,,you’ll see him again”
  • and you don’t know if he’s like offering for you to come and see the kitten or if he’s just making a statement but suddenly some of the fear and nervousness you had about him and his ,,,, largeness,,,,, is gone
  • like,,,,,,,,,,,you can’t believe this but is shownu,,,,,,,the shownu from the football team who you’d assume would be cocky and mean,,,,,,,,is actually a Softie
  • (ding ding ding HE IS A SOFTIE)
  • and although you spend the weekend trying to finish up an essay and a project proposal ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,shownu holding that small kitten in his arms keeps flashing through your memory
  • and on monday you can’t help but subconsciously look for him everywhere, even making a purposeful trip toward the math department
  • when suddenly, just as you’re about to give up and head to dorms you feel someones hand on your shoulder
  • and you nEARLY juMP out of your skin with shock but then you hear a familiar, slightly monotone voice go
  • “the kitten is ok, do you want to see him?”
  • and you turn to see shownu, dressed up in a suit, hair slicked back and a briefcase in his other hand and you’re like,,,,,,,????????? 
  • and you can’t help but be like “a-are you going to work?”
  • and he’s like “my minor is business management. there was a mock interview today.”
  • and you’re like OH,,,,,,fancy,,,,,,but also why is that suit so fitted ok not the point the kitten THE KITTEN
  • and you’re like “where is he? did you put him back near the library?”
  • and shownu shakes his head and motions for you to follow him and you figure out quite quickly that you’re going over to the dorms and you’re like ??? “is the kitten still in your room”
  • and shownu, who heads for the stairs of his building nods and you’re like gdi the elevators work fine but ok
  • and when you get to his room, the door is open and you’re surprised to see that the room is really clean,,,,,,,,,like way cleaner than your dorm
  • and shownu sets down the briefcase and takes off the jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his white button down 
  • and you’re like,,,trying not to stare, looking at everything else except him
  • and he pulls the little cardboard box off his desk and into his lap and picks the kitten up and you can see that the little guy is happy
  • meowing out loud and nuzzling its tiny face against shownu’s hand
  • and shownu holds it out and he’s like “here”
  • and you take the kitten, sitting down on the bed beside him and you’re like “it looks like he’s gaining weight!!! im so happy he’s healthy,,,,,”
  • and you see from the corner of your eye, a small smile tug at shownu’s lips
  • and then you see how the corners of his eyes crinkle just a bit along with the happy expression on his face
  • and wow ok everything you said before about not finding him adorable ,,,,,, weLL ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • but you’re startled when you hear someone come in and another boy is like “oh hyung, am i interrupting something?”
  • and shownu gets up and he’s like “jooheon, this is the other person who took care of the stray with me”
  • and you put down the kitten to introduce yourself to jooheon who looks you up and down and then shifts his eyes to shownu
  • and he’s like quiet for a moment before going “,,,,,,,,,,,,are you two a thing?”
  • and you’re like WHAT and shownu, with no change in expression is like “what do you mean?”
  • and jooheon looks to you for an answer (since his hyung is really so damn dense) and you’re like “n-n-n-no we just met on friday,,,,im just here to see the kitten,,,,,,”
  • and jooheon, who seemingly has a sparkle in his eye is like “huh, so how do you like shownu?” and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,he’s??????/nice
  • and shownu is like why are you asking them that
  • and jooheon just shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets and he’s like “that kitten is lucky to have two caring parents like you”
  • and you’re like PARENTS and shownu is like “kittens can’t have human parents”
  • and jooheon is like i gtg see minhyuk and kihyun right now immediately and you’re like who???? and jooheon is already gone as shownu sits back down on the bed and is like “he’s going to go gossip, ignore it”
  • and you’re like gossip???? about????/ us???????? oh my g OD??
  • but shownu is back to mindlessly playing with the kitten and tbh who cares about anything when there is a kitten involved
  • and somehow at the end of this, you find yourself with shownu’s number in your phone and you guys agree on planning someway to get this kitten back to their owners or to a good shelter
  • and you find yourself texting him,,,,,,,,,,about other things as well
  • maybe it’s because one day he asks ‘have you eaten’ and you end up asking about his mock interviews and stat homework
  • and shownu isn’t much of a talker, his texts are rather short and to the point too
  • but ,,,,,,,,,,,,, shownu is an extremely good caretaker
  • like whenever you’re over to see the kitten and work on making flyers with him
  • shownu makes sure you’re not hungry or too cold or too hot and if he plays music he keeps the volume low so as to not disturb you and he’s always telling you to sit at his desk and work on a flyer while he takes the uncomfortable floor
  • and he even starts to pick up on your habits like,,,,,you always forget your phone under your bag before you leave and he’s gotten into routine of picking it up off the desk and slipping it into your bag before you go
  • and he tells you that he bought the same brand of cat food you get for the kitten since you always bring it over
  • and then he tells you to work hard for your test coming up that you told him like a week ago
  • and shownu,,,,,before he even knows it himself jooheon is sitting with him in the dorm one night as shownu is finishing up the last flyer of his
  • and jooheon is like “you really like them right?”
  • and shownu is like “they’re a kind person”
  • and jooheon rolls his eyes and is like “yes, but you like them,,,,,,,a lot.”
  • and shownu stops coloring and he’s like “no i don’t.”
  • and jooheon nearly drops his phone on his face laughing and he’s like “hyung, you’re literally drawing cartoon kittens for this person and you even bought snacks that they like for when they come over. you like them.”
  • shownu kind of just looks down at the coloring pencil in his hand. ‘lost cat’ written in bold letters, clumsy kitten faces he’s been trying to get better at drawing scribbled across the paper
  • and he’s like,,,,,,,,,,oh
  • and you don’t want to admit it to yourself but god you even find yourself looking over at the football field as you’re walking past it to get off campus and go into the city to hang up flyers
  • and you can hear the coach yell from so far away and,,,,,,you can see him. shownu,,,,,in his uniform running across the field
  • and he looks amazing in the uniform and you’re like “Get IT TOGETHER” @ yourself 
  • and you focus on putting up the flyers
  • but that night you get a text for shownu and it’s like “were you ok today?”
  • and you’re like yeah!! i put up a lot of flyers but there’s some more left over that i want to put around campus too
  • and shownu texts back that he’ll help you and that you guys should meet at 1 tomorrow
  • and you get up immediately because right. you need to wear something nice,,,,,,,or do you,,,,,,,,,,,it’s just shownu,,,,,,,,,,,,but,,,,,
  • and you get back into bed and you’re like it’s nothing. you two are just hanging out because of this kitten that’s it
  • but when you see shownu waiting for you, leaning against the wall of the library in casual ripped up jeans, white t-shirt and bedhead hair you’re like oooooohhhhh here we go again with my heart skipping a beat and whatnot
  • and you go around campus with him and people are doing doubletakes, but shownu seems used to the attention and you get the remaining flyers up when suddenly shownu is like “we should put one up there at the top of the bulletin but i can’t reach”
  • and you’re like well if you can’t reach neither can i
  • and shownu is like “get on my shoulders.”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,hold up 
  • and he’s like crouching down and patting his back and you’re turning a bit red
  • and you’re like “i,,,,,,don’t think-”
  • but he’s seriously not getting back up and you’re like, taking a breath and you’re like ok. it’ll be fast,,,,,
  • but wow ok getting on his shoulders and feeling his strong arms lock around you safely like GOD dammit why is he a perfect strong person
  • and you tape up the flyer and shownu lets you down so gently
  • and you’re just so embarrassed and flustered and shownu is like “we’re all done.”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,  “th–thank you for,,,,,,,all your help” and shownu is like “we found him together, we should take care of him together”
  • and you’re like TO g,,,,ether,,,,but you’re also like yeah!!!! but in your head you’re like after we find his owner though,,,,won’t that together not be important anymore??
  • but shownu puts down his head suddenly and he’s like “jooheon told me something funny.”
  • and you’re like ??? “like a joke?” and shownu is still not looking up at you and he’s like 
  • “,,,,,,,,he told me i liked you”
  • and you’re like OH,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,um do you?
  • and shownu, running his hand through his hair picks up his head and is like ,,,,,,,,,,, “would that be alright?”
  • and he looks like a little shy kitten himself, his shy smile, his usually hard to read expression soft and his voice shaking just ever so slightly even though it’s usually deep and clear
  • and you want to be like is it alright????? it’s great????? it’s the best thing in the WORLD
  • but you’re also like i need to compose myself and you’re like “of course, is it,,,,,,alright if i like you too?”
  • and shownu straightens up, nodding slowly and you’re like WELL,,,,,that’s good it’s alright for both of us that’s,,,,a+,,,,,
  • but then you feel shownu’s hand against your cheek and you’re like oh what is he- is he going to kiss-
  • but before he can even lean in he stops and is like “no no no we shouldn’t in public”
  • and you stop for a second before bursting into giggles because fkhdsd how is he so shy and proper ,,,, it’s college everyone’s practically in each others pants all the time but,,,,,,,,it’s nice
  • and when shownu and you get back to his dorm, shownu announces that he’s going to kiss you for real this time
  • and you’re like you don’t have to say it,,,,you can just do it and he’s like im sorry i just wanted to check and you’re like ksdhgjfs how are you SO CUTE
  • and you feel so safe and protected when he pulls you into his arms by your waist and nuzzles his nose against yours before softly pressing his lips to your own
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,wow,,,,,,,,,he’s so,,,,,,,,careful with how he kisses it’s like he doesn’t want to break you
  • and you literally have to be the one to take the lead and shownu when he pulls back has got wide eyes and you’re like “too much??” but he just shakes his head and leans in again
  • jooheon walks in on you two basically making out and he’s like “i KNEW IT” and you want to say something but shownu is too busy telling jooheon to get out while also trying to pull your shirt back down
  • and it’s a mess
  • but do believe the entire campus knows two seconds later that you and shownu are an Item
  • mostly because jooheon looked so giddy that kihyun was just like “oh shownu is dating now?” and jooheon was like HOW DID YOU KNOW I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING
  • and kihyun was like ur face gave it away loser
  • and you get a flurry of texts from literally everyone you know on campus demanding you tell them the story of how you met and how in the world you scored THE QUARTERBACK of the uni’s basketball team
  • and you’re like “we meet,,,,,,,because we’re both good people also yes he’s the quarterback but did you know he’s a stat major and also a pretty ok cook he’s actually a lot more than just a buff dude appreciate my MAN”
  • and you both still concentrate on hoping to find the owner of the lost kitten,,,,and it’s only after you get a call from a very VERY happy mother saying she’d been looking for her daughters kitten who managed to escape only days after they’d brought her home
  • do you and shownu succeed in your mission to save the kitten and celebrate with a cute date to the nearby diner were you sit beside him, his arm around your shoulder and you feed him fries and you guys look through the pictures you’d taken of the kitten before you gave him back to the mom
  • and shownu has a lot of games thanks to how popular the uni’s football team is and even though you’ve never been a big fan of the sport - you go whenever you can and watch shownu intently, getting worked up when he falls over or gets tackled
  • and when you see him after, you practically push through the crowds to get to him
  • and when you do, he has to literally catch you because you’re like “are you hurt???? im so worried that tackle looked so painful???”
  • and shownu just smiles, kissing your forehead and telling you he’s fine
  • but shownu does the same with you,,,,,tbh if he doesn’t see you for a week and you finally meetup just to cuddle under the blankets and study for your classes you hear him whisper against your hair
  • that you’re so important, and that not having you near him makes him feel like he can’t be completely calm
  • that you relax him, with kisses to his lips that remind him that you’re ok
  • and it’s minhyuk who remembers you and shownu’s 100th day and he gets everyone together to throw you guys a surprise party
  • and you and shownu both have no clue until you walk into the common room and the lights come up and there’s wonho in a party hat, kihyun throwing confetti in your face and hyungwon holding a cake. jooheon puts headbands with hearts on them on your head and changkyun puts on some sappy love song and everyone is chanting that you two kiss
  • and you’re both like “we forgot today was our 100th dat” and minhyuk is like LMAO BUT I DIDNT NOW KISS wonho get the camera ready
  • and it’s cute you and shownu kiss, getting embarrassed because it’s infront of everyone while jooheon is like “they didn’t look that embarrassed when i walked in on the- ok hyung please don’t kill mE”
  • and you guys are supposed to cut the cake but you get some icing on shownu’s cheek and he puts some on your nose
  • and you guys even up with a mess
  • but it’s fun, all your friends and his friends are there supporting you
  • and, like the good RA he is, shownu ends the party before midnight and minhyuk is like “dammit i wanted to karoke love will go on for you two but whatever”
  • and once everyone is gone jooheon ‘casually’ lets shownu know that he’ll be staying over at minhyuk’s place tonight
  • and shownu is holding you as you’re together in his dorm,,,,and you’re like “a good RA should tell me i can’t be here,,,,,,,,” and shownu is like “i don’t want to be a good RA, right now”
  • and tbh,,,,,,shownu is strong and looks like he could break wood with his hand but his touch is literally the most tender,,,,,,compassionate,,,,,feeling
  • and his lips over yours makes you feel that he’s kissing a treasure, something so sacred and important
  • and you really feel connected to him because shownu never lets your hand go
  • and after he’s kissing up your jaw, pushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead
  • and you just can’t with how amazing he is you literally get on top and start kissing him again and shownu is like!!!!!!!!!!! but he isn’t going to say no,,,,,,,he really loves your enthusiasm
  • and you wear shownu’s jersey as a joke one day but shownu seriously gets addicted to the sight and keeps trying to get you to wear it again
  • and you guys aren’t a PDA, loud couple you’re just subtle and caring and shownu prioritizes you like the angelic boyfriend he is
  • and you’ll be like “oh i really crave korean food” and shownu will be like “korean food it is” and changkyun is like “i want burger-” and shownu is like “korean food changkyun, korean. food.”
  • and you’re like im sorry to changkyun as shownu takes your hand and changkyun is just like,,,,,,,we’re not shownu’s number ones anymore sniffles
  • even if you don’t do sports you got a matching tracksuit with shownu and he would most definitely be like “let’s start working out together”
  • except his routine could kill any normal person and so you’re like “please spare me, but i will try my best”
  • shownu really loves going to the beach but everytime you guys go as a group he’s like “wear a hoodie”
  • and you’re like “it’s 90 degrees out”
  • and shownu is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, “still. put a towel over yourself” and you’re like oh my god
  • studies his stat homework in his sleep and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,, shownu please shush
  • the kind of boyfriend where even if you burnt all the food you made him he’d eat it with a smile and ask for more and you’re his absolute everything. you’re his warmth
  • (literally called you the warmth of his heart and hyungwon was like bro,,,,,that’s so poetic,,,,,,,,,,,i never knew you had it in you) 

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Home Invasion (Peter Parker x Reader)-Part 1

Character Pairing: Tom Holland’s Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3,140 (might have changed I went back a revised a bit)

Warning: This is very angsty. sort of attempted suicide? (not really) attempted rape,  swearing, literally the title (if that’s even a warning you never know with Tumblr)

 You hated being home alone. When your parents first told you that they had to go to a family friend’s wedding, you panicked. You pleaded to go with them, not because you had wanted to see the ceremony, but because you couldn’t stand the thought of sleeping in the apartment all by yourself. Of course they had said no, just for the sake of airfare prices, but it wasn’t that much of a letdown since you didn’t even know the bride and groom anyways. Being the stubborn girl you were though, you were relentless with your parents about going, until they finally bribed you into keeping your mouth shut. 

 Not surprisingly, you spent half of the money they gave you on takeout food, since cooking for one is just too much of a hassle. Plus, cooking for just yourself was yet another reminder that you were completely alone in your apartment. 

 Grabbing the brown paper bag of food and a soda, you made your way over to your room. You plopped down on your bed, and began to flip through channels on your T.V. It didn’t take long to find a good movie, this one in particular was actually one of your favorites, so you were quite content, getting swept up into the storyline almost immediately.

 Although, at some point while watching, you felt a wave of loneliness hit you so abruptly, it made your heart sore. You all of a sudden craved the presence of another person with you, just to keep you company. Knowing this feeling wouldn’t go away on it’s own, you called the first person you wanted to be with at the moment. Your best friend: Peter Parker.

 Tapping on his contact, and putting your phone to your ear, you waited patiently while listening to the dial go off every few seconds. Normally, he’d pick up within seconds, the sound of his eager voice greeting you was what you had expected. But after a couple of minutes of waiting, when he answered, he spoke in a low, hushed tone. “Hey [Y/N.]”

 “Hey Peter, so my parents aren’t home now and I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to come over a-”

 You stopped talking when you heard shuffling sounds and yelling on Peter’s line. Where was he? “Parker, are you okay? What’s going on?” You questioned, your voice heavy with concern. 

 As the phone was silent, you stood up from your bed and began pacing nervously, waiting for him to answer. Your worry only began to heighten every time a sound other than Peter’s voice emitted from your cell. You began to consider hanging up on him and dialing 911, but then you realized that would be pointless since you have no clue where he is. He definitely wasn’t at home judging from the sounds of cars every so often. Finally, after a few minutes of waiting anxiously, he responded. “Look [Y/N],” he sighed, a bit of guilt laced in his voice, “As much as I’d like to come over, I’m sorta caught up with some stuff right now.”

 You frowned, not only because he was rain checking yet again- even more-so when he knew you were all alone, but also because you were distraught about this whole phone call. Why was he acting so weird? Peter had been acting off for a while now, but this was a whole new level for him.

 “I’m sorry, I know how much you hate being home alone,” he whispered now, rushing through his words as if he just wanted to end the phone call, which made you even more upset. “I’ll make it up to you though, I promise.”

 As you heard the three beeps that signaled Peter had hung up, tears began forming in your eyes, causing a stinging sensation. Closing them, you pressed your fingers against your eyelids, trying to wipe away the feeling. How could he be so indifferent with you?

 Peter had been different for a while now, and you’ve grown so used to this side of him, you chose to ignore it for the most part, almost becoming blind to it. Almost. Every now and then, you would catch him in a lie while he tried to make an excuse up for why he didn’t have time to hangout with you, but you never dared to confront him about it. It just wasn’t your style. Well, it wasn’t your style until now. This was your last straw, and you promised yourself the next time you see him, you’d ask him what his problem is.

 Although you didn’t want to admit it, you were scared Peter was just blowing you off because he didn’t want to be your friend anymore. Maybe he was getting sick of you, found you to be clingy, and he was just too sweet of a guy to ever say that to your face. It was a horrible thought that made your heart hurt every time you’d think about it.

 You sat on the edge of your bed, shoulders hunched forward and your head in your hands just crying, drowning in your thoughts. Even though Peter had done this for a while now, it just dawned on you how much you missed him. The intense pain of loneliness you had felt before dulled out after a while but it still hurt. You somehow knew this discomfort you felt wouldn’t go away until you could see Peter again. You wanted to hear his melodic laugh as you told him a joke, and hell, you would sign up to be a comedian if it meant listening to that forever. You wanted to see his cute little grin when he’d walk up to your locker in the hallways at school, greeting you, his eyes lighting up when you smiled sweetly back at him. You missed the science banter between him and Ned, always being on his side, even if he was wrong. You couldn’t wait to see the next time he’d awkwardly stumble, and you as always, would laugh your ass off as you watched his cheeks bloom with a tint a of red. Don’t even get started on the way he speaks with such passion about the Stark internship. He was so dedicated to the job, it made you happy he found something that he loved so much. You missed everything about him. 

As you dozed asleep, emotionally and physically drained, you had one last thought before you completely slipped unconscious.

 I think I like Peter Parker.


 You woke up to the sound of glass breaking outside of your bedroom. It sounded a bit muffled, but it was loud enough to wake you up. Maybe it was just a cup falling in the kitchen, you tried to reassure yourself. A few moments after the crash though, you heard the distinct sound of footsteps. They sounded a bit farther off outside your room, but you knew for sure that these noises were coming from your apartment.

 Now fully alert, you swung your legs around to the side of your mattress and stood up cautiously, not wanting to make any noise. Your heart began to thump hard against your chest as you tiptoed silently to your door. A plan of escape began to form in your head, which had nothing to do with going through the main doors as an exit, but you wanted to see the intruder’s face before leaving. After all, if the police were to catch this guy when you notified them later on, they’re going to need a description. Grasping the doorknob, and giving it a slow turn, you smoothly swiveled your door open and poked your head out.

 Your eyes scanned your apartment, quickly locating the invader. Judging by their height and broader shoulders, this person was a man. His back was facing you as he was tearing apart your living room, not even bothering to keep the noise level down. 

 That’s when a thought popped in your head. He seemed to have known that your parents would be gone, since he obviously isn’t being quite stealthy. This is someone you knew. Someone who was a neighbor in your apartment. He must have assumed you had gone away with your parents if he was being so careless at the moment.

 Breaking yourself out of thought, you suddenly had a brilliant idea. It would just take being careful and waiting for the perfect moment. Grabbing your cell phone from the pocket of your hoodie, you opened the camera app, holding it up to the man. As you were waiting for the burglar to turn his face, something caught your eye on the phone screen. Squinting to try and make out what it was in the dark, your eyes widened as you put your hand over your mouth in horror when you realized what he was holding. It was a knife.

 At this point, you honestly couldn’t care less if you shot a good picture of his face or not, you just wanted to get the hell out of there. Preparing yourself, you took a deep breath and with shaking fingers, pressed the camera button.

 You knew what your mistake was seconds too late. 

 You kept the flash setting on.

 The whole living room lit up in a bright light, the burglar whipping his head in your direction. This man definitely lived in your apartment, you’ve seen him around before, but you never learned his name.

  When his cold, menacing eyes met yours, you felt the dread of your mistake wash over your whole body like a wave. It was the most horrible feeling you’ve ever felt, the realization of how dangerous this whole situation was, now that he knew you were here.

 Thinking fast, you swiftly slammed your door shut, locked it, and pushed a chair up against it. You didn’t know how you even managed to do that, since your whole body was shaking due to the fear coursing through you like venom. You ran towards your window, beginning to turn all the safety locks your parents had installed on it. 

 “You can’t escape from me, [Y/N].” The man said, his voice so sinister sounding, you couldn’t help it as a chill ran down your spine. The way he addressed you was so… final. Almost as if he was one hundred percent sure he was going to catch you. Finalize you.

 Heart rate quickening at that thought, you began using all the strength in your arms to pull up the window, but cursing loudly to yourself when it wouldn’t budge. The locks were jammed from all the years of never opening this window, you always opened the smaller one, but you were much too big to fit through that one.

 “C’mon [Y/N], think, think, think,” muttering to yourself as your eyes scanned across your room, until they landed on baseball bat. You couldn’t help yourself as you let out a cry of relief, rushing over to the other side of your room to grab it.

 Ironically enough, you always kept that baseball bat beside your bed in case anything like this were to happen. You could cry you felt so grateful that your past self was crazy-cautious enough to go through the measures of putting it there.

 You were just about to swing the baseball bat into the window to smash it when you heard it.

 First, it was just heavy pounding against your door.

 Then it was the distinct sound of wood cracking under pressure.

 He was breaking down your door.

 Knowing your door would only take a few more blows, you hastily struck your window with the bat, the sound of breaking glass sharp in your ears. The cold city wind rushed in as soon as the window had been smashed, nipping at your nose, but you didn’t care.

 You had to keep moving if you wanted to make it out of this alive.

 You swung one of your legs out of the window, straddling it, and planted your foot on the fire escape platform. The glass was cutting into your thighs and hands but you didn’t feel anything at the moment. You were numb, the only thing that mattered was escaping. 

 As you began to bring your other leg around the window sill, you saw a shadow move in the corner of your eye. Your neck snapped to the side and you couldn’t help it as you let out a shrill shriek, seeing the man break through the door with a loud CRACK, not even pausing as he stalked towards you. You stumbled onto the fire escape, and strangely enough, the panic didn’t fully set in until now. Panicking lead to not being able to think straight, and not being able to think straight lead you to making possibly the worst decision you’ve ever made: you started running up the stairs instead of down.

 A sob escaped your lips when the realization of this mistake hit you, but it was too late anyways. The man was behind you, already climbing the set of stairs you just finished going up. You didn’t dare to look back, fearing that you would freeze up if you didn’t like how close he was getting to you.

 What would happen once you reached the top? There was nowhere to go once you got to the roof. Would the man quickly end your life, so there were no witnesses to his burglary, or would he make you suffer? A shudder ran through your body as you thought about the possible ways he could slowly kill you off. 

 You didn’t know whether or not this was the final chapter to your life, but one thing was for sure. You would keep fighting until there was no use. When you couldn’t run anymore, you would crawl. When you couldn’t crawl anymore, you would drag yourself inch by inch, still trying to get away. That’s just how you were. You were too stubborn to give up.

 You were so swept up in your thoughts, you didn’t even realize you had reached the top. That’s when the fear that you had pushed away this whole time, tucking it into a corner of your mind, was rushing back with an overwhelmingly intenseness to it. The feeling was so strong, it knocked the wind out of you, leaving you a heaving mess, gasping for air. This was it. You were done for.

 And he knew it. 

 The man chuckled, probably because you now stood in front of him, all thoughts of escape gone. You were like a deer in headlights. Eyes wide, moving sporadically, feet planted, body frozen in place. Not knowing where to go. 

 Ever since you were young, you’d always made fun of the stupid teenage girls in horror movies that just stood in place as the killer approached them. Now in their place, you gulped down the lump in your throat as you realized how they had felt.

 The knife in his hand gleamed under the moonlight, now so foreboding-looking, you couldn’t help it as tears began to form in your eyes. Being the stubborn girl you’ve always been -not wanting to show any signs of weakness, you fought them, trying to not let any spill, but it was too late. They were already silently streaming down your cheeks.

 As you started backing away from him, not daring to turn around in fear he would jab his knife in your back, it didn’t hit you until you felt the heel of your shoe step back into nothingness: this was the edge of the roof. You had gone your limit, and now there was truly nowhere to run. A sharp pain poked at your stomach, and you let out a whimper as you looked down to see the tip of the blade pointed at you. The man was now so close, your chests were almost touching, which made you shudder with disgust. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, waiting for him to make the final move of killing you. But that never happened. 

 “Now, why don’t we stop playing games,” he said, jabbing the knife against your skin a bit more, “And let’s start having some fun.” His disgustingly grimy hands skimmed the waistband of your jeans, tugging them slightly and you recoiled as much as you could. As he began unbottoning your pants, thoughts raced your mind so fast, it was hard to keep track of them. 

 It was the way he said it that made you have a feeling what he was about to do to you would be far worse than death. So cold and unforgiving. He was looking for another way to show that he had more power than you, more control. He wanted you to be scared and backed into a corner, that’s just the way his sick, twisted mind worked. But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of this: you refused to.

 “Fuck you.” You said, surprising even yourself with the way you managed to snap out those two words. It was so hatred-filled that if words could kill people, this man would be dead and gone. You spit in his face just to have one last accomplishment before you did it.

 Before you let yourself fall back.


 All you remember about falling was screaming. Screaming so loud you felt like you might rip your vocal cords in half. But you weren’t the only one screaming, the wind was too. It was whipping past your ears, blowing your hair in all different directions as you free-fell at a killer speed. This was it. You were going to die. You thought of your mom and dad, and your heart shattered in half as you realized they may think you had just wanted to commit suicide. If only they knew.

 Just as you began squeezing your eyes shut, bracing for the impact, you felt an object ram into you from the side. You let out a gasp of air as the force of whatever hit you knocked the wind out of you. As silly as it sounded, you thought at first it may have been a bird that hit you, but when your eyes snapped open you knew it wasn’t any kind of animal that ran into you. It was a human. More specifically, it was Spider-Man. He saved you.

 Noticing you were looking up at him, you felt his arm around your waist give you a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He said, his voice so quietly comforting, you feel your heart beat steady to a normal pace soon after his words. Maybe it was just your imagination, or maybe you had misheard him due to the whistling of the wind as he webbed between buildings, but you could’ve sworn he added in, “I’ve always got you, [Y/N].” 


A/N: Hey guys! So when I had originally thought of this idea, I wasn’t going to make it so long, but I usually tend to draw out stories so there will be a Part 2 to this. (If everyone wants one I don’t know maybe no one will end up reading this just let me know if you’re even interested in a part 2) I was supposed to cram it all into one fic, but I thought that may have been a bit long. Also, I’m very, very sorry there was barely any Peter in this but I promise part 2 will have a ton more of my baby, and it’ll be super fluffy so just you wait!

Jealous (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: hey darling! im in love with your imagines! is it possible to request a jughead x reader where the reader and jug are dating and jughead spends WAY too much time with betty (maybe bc of the blue&gold ?) the reader is jealous but jug is just amused by it? like he does the whole “awwww! is someone jealous?” kind of teasing? lol idk if that made any sense but if you figure out a way to write it that would be amazing! thank youuu

A/N: I took my time with this one and changed it a bit! I hope you like it. Requests are welcome!

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Jealous (Jughead x Reader)

You had a bag from Pop’s that you managed to go get for you and your boyfriend. Jughead’s been staying in the Blue and Gold room during lunch lately and you haven’t really spent any time together this week so you wanted to treat him to some burgers.

Stopping to see the door closed, you peaked in the little window to see Jug and Betty standing close with their backs turned towards you.

You reach to open the door and call for Jug when Betty leans her head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around her. Your heart stops.

Jug never wraps his arm around you. Hell, He hates any PDA. Feeling a little upset, you turn and go find one of your other friends. Maybe Veronica would want some burgers.

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The List - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by buckwildbarnes

You punched the button on the elevator and sighed, closing your eyes. It was disastrous date one after another. This guy was sent a message by his ex right when you were having dinner and getting along. He then proceeded to show you the text message of her wanting to try again before running off.

The other one previously was obnoxiously rude. He interrupted the waitress when she was talking about the specials, he interrupted you and straight out said your opinion was wrong when you were talking about movies, at first you thought he was trying to be funny, until you realised he was more serious than ever.

The elevator doors opened and you walked straight into the living room and fell onto the couch with a sigh. Steve shot Wanda a worried look as she moved over to you and rubbed your arm.

“No more dates, I’ve had enough. I’m done” You mumbled into the couch before rolling over to look at the ceiling.

“You say this but then you go on about how you miss the intimacy of a relationship and enjoying their company..” Wanda explained and you covered your eyes with your arm. She was right as always.

“Bad date again?” You heard a deep voice pipe up, you lifted your head to see Bucky in the doorway, sipping coffee from a mug without a care in the world. If anything, he seemed almost smug. You looked at him, his white vest on and his flattering grey sweatpants on. This would be much easier if Bucky Barnes would just love you. 

“You could say that” You mumbled, sitting up and pulling your coat off and your shoes. Wanda shot Bucky a look which brought him to sit next to you. Steve soon excused himself and Wanda put her face in a magazine. 

“C’mon doll, we’ll watch some crap TV and you’ll be over whatever his name is in no time” Bucky rubbed your arm, you dropped your head on his shoulder as he put on animal planet, knowing the puppies were gonna cheer you up. 


It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep with your head on Bucky’s lap, as soon as he started playing with your hair you were a goner.

“Bucky Barnes” Wanda hissed making him snap out of his lovesick trance as he watched you. “Do something.”

“I can’t just do something” Bucky hissed back “I’m not what she’s looking for.”

“What’s that then?” Wanda raised an eyebrow making Bucky groan.

“A man with two actual arms, not previously brainwashed, not previously an assassin. Someone who knows how to have a good time. I haven’t even kissed anyone since the 40s..” Bucky listed off, he realised his jerky movements had woke you temporarily from your slumber. He froze on the spot as you sat up and yawned, rubbing your eyes. You gave them both a small wave before heading to your bedroom.

“Did she hear anything?” Bucky asked panicked.

“No she’s still mostly asleep” Wanda reassured.


The next day you went in the kitchen to grab some breakfast when something really odd happened. Bucky had himself pressed up against Wanda as she bent down to get something. The look of horror crossed his face as he noticed what you walked in on. You felt slightly disheartened, you had only been in love with Bucky since you started, but he never reciprocated your feelings, so who were you to be angry. It did sting you a little that it was Wanda of all people.

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll uh..come back later” You stuttered over your words before making a swift exit, not able to get that image out of your mind.

“Barnes, please get your dick away from me” Wanda cursed picking up the plates she had dropped behind the island. 

“I didn’t mean to, I just went to grab them as you did and now Y/N walked in and..” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair “This is bad.”

“Look it doesn’t matter, she probably didn’t think anything of it.” Wanda reassured sitting down with her food “As I was saying, we are gonna go through your list of things and make you the perfect candidate.”

Wanda frowned as she picked up the piece of paper that Bucky had passed to her, clearly ripped from his journal.

1. Two arms.

“Bucky, Y/N is not superfical, and you know she loves your arm, plus there’s not much we can do about that” Wanda frowned. “Okay what’s next?”

2. Handsome

“Alright, what do you say about getting a haircut Barnes? And a shave?” Wanda asked and Bucky fiddled with his hands before nodding. He really did like Y/N, and even though he had an inkling she liked him back, he wanted to really blow her away.


You walked into the living room, blanket in hand and chocolate in the other. The room was fully free for once, which was strange it never happened. You had been out all day with Natasha, trying to get you set up with one of her friends. After seeing Bucky and Wanda, it kind of gave you the kick up the ass you needed.

You took comfort in the corner of the sofa and put on your favourite film, Dirty Dancing. You eyed Bucky walking into the room and frowned as he sat down next to you. His hair was much shorter, much much shorter. 

“Hey doll, mind if I join?” He asked with a smile as you eyed his hair, and his smooth face.

“No that’s fine, what happened to your hair Buck?” You asked, running your hand through it. You couldn’t lie he looked good, but this wasn’t the Bucky you were used to. Especially considering he was wearing some very strange designer pyjamas as well. 

“Wanda suggested I get it cut, don’t you like it?” He asked worriedly as you gave him a strange look. Your hands now running along his jaw as you inspected either side of his hair.

“It suits you, it looks good. Just not used to it” You said sitting back down. Of course Wanda would suggest he get a haircut. Maybe it was his choice too, you just hoped she wasn’t rushing him into changing himself.  “Those pyjamas are ridiculous though” You teased.

“What?” He said looking down at his blue button up. “I thought this was fashion”

“Since when does James Barnes do fashion?” You giggled. He smirked and tickled you playfully for your comment. You stopped giggling when he pulled the shirt over his head and chucked it to the side. You soon realised how dry your mouth was, and turned back to the film as he relaxed into your side.  You needed to stop oggling your friends boyfriend.


“You’re getting stubbly” Wanda warned Bucky as they sat down in the living room together to go over the next part of his list. It had been a few days and although he appreciated the haircut, he didn’t like being completely clean shaven, he felt naked. Plus you complimented him on how it looked better now.

“I know, it’s fine. I’m uh, I’m not sure if we should practice this part. Feels wrong” Bucky said chewing his lip. 

“It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a friend helping a friend” Wanda shrugged, a lot more comfortable than what Bucky was.

“What if I get it wrong?” Bucky flushed “I really don’t wanna screw this up.”

“I thought you were the ultimate ladies man back in the 40s, you need to get that confidence back. Be cocky, girls love it” Wanda said with a smile before turning to Bucky. She watched him fidget about and sighed before grabbing his face and kissing him hard.

You had ran around the whole kitchen, unable to find your one hoody. It was freezing outside and there was no way you were going anywhere without it. When it seemed like there was no hope, you ran down to Bucky’s room and knocked, he would know where it was. 

After a few minutes when there was no response, you headed back upstairs and into the living room. You stopped dead in your tracks when you watched Wanda and Bucky making out pretty heavy on the couch. You sucked in a breath, they were your friends you had to be happy for them. Bucky’s eyes opened wide when he caught you stood there, trying not to interrupt as you moved around the living room, trying to find your hoody.

“Y/N?” Bucky cleared his throat, pushing Wanda away gently.

“Sorry guys, I’m just trying to find my hoody, I’ll be out in a second” You mentioned, your voice quiet, trying to hide the hurt. Bucky realised Wanda and him had been lying on it and pulled it out from under him. He passed it to you and frowned when he noticed you avoiding his gaze. 

“Thanks, have fun guys” You mumbled before jogging out the room.

Bucky looked to Wanda who shrugged before going back to his list.

“What’s the point in me going through this list if Y/N won’t wanna go on a date with me?” Bucky asked disheartened from the hurt written across your face.

“We’ll set her up like a surprise date. Don’t worry, you guys will have your happy ever after. That kiss Barnes was mighty impressive” Wanda giggled to herself.

“Yeah, thanks” Bucky mumbled, distracted.


You had avoided Bucky and Wanda for the remainder of the week. Bucky had tried to talk to you but when he did, he was giving you sarcastic remarks and acting like a dick. You had no idea what was going on with him. But that didn’t matter, you had a date tonight and you were going to make sure this one actually went smoothly.

You had no idea what this guy looked like or if he was remotely nice. But Natasha pushed that it was meant to be and that he would sweep you off your feet. You opted for a sleek black dress and a little bit of make up, you didn’t want to go all out like you had on the other dates, believing now that you weren’t showing them your true self.

“Table for L/N” You asked the waiter who greeted you. 

“Oh your party is already here, please follow me” He said with a smile. You followed him, nerves hitting you as you smoothed down your dress. Well here goes nothing.

You frowned when you seen Bucky sat at the table, a nice blue shirt and jacket on, his hair pushed back and a smile on his face. He thanked the waiter and took your hand, sitting down with you.

“What’s going on? Is this a prank?” You asked, looking around trying to see if Tony was hiding somewhere.

“No, it’s me, I’m your date.Name is James Buchanan Barnes, it’s lovely to meet you” He offered his hand and you raised an eyebrow at him. He let out a breath and called the waiter over and ordered a bottle of wine.

“Alright I’ll explain what’s going on.” He took your hand, although you were skeptical of why he was here, you couldn’t help but melt at the sight of Bucky Barnes actually attempting to wine and dine you. Something you had wished for for a long time.

“I’ve been head over heels in love with you for sometime doll” He confessed with a small chuckle. “I kept seeing you broken hearted that all these dates were going terribly but I just kept thanking my lucky stars because I wanted to be the one to sweep you off your feet. But I didn’t feel like I was good enough..”

“Bucky, I would have gone on a date with you at anytime, at any place..” You smiled at him softly.

“I know, but I needed it to be perfect. So I made a list of things and Wanda was helping me. I cut my hair and took care of my appearance a bit more, I hadn’t kissed a girl in a very long time so Wanda was helping me, I’m sorry you walked in on that. But I was doing this all for you, I swear..”

“You did all this for me?” You asked and Bucky nodded. “You didn’t need to change a damn thing Bucky, I was in love with you right from the start. Though please don’t kiss Wanda anymore, I don’t think I can stomach that.”

“I know” He laughed out loud, rubbing his head “I was wonderin, if tonight goes well, if you would consider may be going on another date?”

“Hmm” You tapped a finger against your lip with a smile “I’ll do you one better, if tonight goes well, how about you make me your permanent practice partner?”

“That sounds like music to my ears” 


“Being Fuckable does not mean being date-ble.” [Dylan O’brien] Pt. 2

2,400 words!!

It’s been so long and I’d like to apologize for being so late on this. I wish I could say what’s been going on in my personal life but I can’t, guys. But it’s finally here!! Feel free to re-read part one to refresh your memory a bit if you want: Part 1

sorry if there’s any errors.

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My eyes felt the sensation of the sun as I tried to adjust to the lighting. Something was particularly different this morning. 

For one, my back was pressed against a muscular figure as arms were around my waist holding me tightly. At first, I was about to freak out, but then I realized the familiar surroundings of the room. 

It was Dylan’s room.

A moment of relief hit me but quickly washed away when my mind focused on his arms around me again. His body started to shift hinting at me that he was waking up. 

Quickly, I closed my eyes again to avoid any awkward event that might take place if both of us were awake at the same time in the current position. 

As my eyelids remained shut, I felt him lift his head up to check my side of the bed. I began to feel his stare boring into me because of the shadow covering the light, but I stayed the same. 

His head started to go back to the position he was in as I started to wonder what the hell was he thinking.

At first I thought he would get up or get away from my touch, but my doubts soon disappeared as I felt his hands tightening my stomach more, pulling me closer.

My mouth slightly opened causing me to form a slight smile. Dylan never accidentally spooned someone. In fact, he never moved in his sleep, well not that I knew off. 

He always said he needed his side of the bed all to him because touches caused him to get too hot at night. 

I came to the conclusion that he chose to bring me to his arms, there was no other explanation, and the fact that he pulled me close proved my theory. This was new, and it made me feel warm inside. I wasn’t questioning anything.

“Dylan,” I spoke, afraid that if he knew I had awoken he would stop doing what he was doing. Curiosity was killing me though.

“Mmm?” Was all he responded, as if everything he was doing was a normal thing to do to your best friend. 

“What time is it?”

“8:23 Why?” I could feel his breathing in the back of my neck as chills quickly went down my spine.

His mouth, it was so close to my shoulder. It was amazing. 

I wanted to see his expression at the moment so I decided to face his direction. His arms were no longer wrapped around my stomach even if I wish they still were. “I have to go to my classes later.” 

“But it’s barely eight in the morning.” A slight pout formed in his lips, very adorable, yet his eyes were still in a sleep-like state as he opened them briefly in moments.

“Dylan, you know how long I take when I get ready even If I don’t intend to, plus I still have to drive to my house, take a shower, make myself breakfast, FEED my dog and you-” I went on and on as he decided to stop me. 

His hands snaked around my waist yet again, pulling me close just as I was they were a minute before. This time, his lips were only an inch away from me as my nerves started to kick in. His eyes were now set fully on me as his pupils dilated. 

“5 more minutes.” He closed his eyes again. His voice was dominant and way more confident than I have ever seen him. 

It only made me wonder why he was acting so touchy. Why wasn’t he mad anymore? It soon started to eat at me at what I might of done the night before. Did my drunk self do anything stupid?

Of course I know we didn’t hook up, I was still in my dress and he was fully clothed as well. Dylan had too much respect in him.

“I have to go. My head hurts and you ran out of aspirin.” I made the excuse acting as if I wasn’t just leaving to recollect my thoughts from last night.

His head shot up as soon as I got away from his touch. “Yeah, um okay.” I heard as I left him there to sleep alone. As much as I wanted the sensation to last, I had to figure out what was going on.

Translation for; I was going to avoid it all day, get my errands done, then go over to ask Dylan in a nonchalant way on our movie night marathon later.

Dylan’s POV.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. (Y/N) reciprocated what I felt for her. She had it all wrong. Everything. 

She completely misunderstood my actions. I see her as the girl I want to do things with but only if we’re in love. The thought of us just having a one night stand and leaving it at just that made my heart ache, I’m so in love with her I can’t believe she never noticed. 

I got pissed off when she said I was just Fuck-able actually. It felt like rejection without the confession before-hand.

Oh god, I wanted my hands all over her so bad today, I kept covering the front of my pants so she couldn’t see what was fuming inside. She made me the craziest how could she ever think I don’t find her desirable?”

Hell, my sexual dreams have always been about her.

I carried her all the way to my room, where she usually sleeps when she gets wasted. She let out low breaths which made me come to the conclusion that she was very much asleep. 

Her eyes started to shift as I positioned her in my bed. 

“No, don’t let me go.” She murmured as she felt the bed beneath her. I felt her hand grab me and start pulling me down, of course I was staying there.

 The rest of the night was bliss.

My mind flash forward back to the present.

She definitely didn’t remember before. Was it the drunk talking? 

Oh god.

I shouldn’t of done that in the morning. 

Your POV.

“Dylan?” I called out as unlocked his door with the key he places for me in case he’s occupied.

“Dylan where are you?”

“Hold on I’m drying off.”

He just took a shower, he’s going to smell so good what the fuck, this timing? I decided to head over to his kitchen and start taking out the snacks we eat on movie nights.

Diabetes written all over them yes.

I heard foot steps approaching and felt myself getting more anxious by the second. Would he be able to tell this annoying emotion I carry? hopefully not.

“Hey so I picked the movies already.”

Silence.

 When he noticed I didn’t respond he spoke again, “Y/N?”

“What?” I paused, “Oh yeah, great. Now we just have to-” I turned around and there was Dylan with his regular clothes except this time, he was shirtless. 

My sleep wear consisted of pj shorts and a tank top. The usual. He noticed my staring so he decided his eyes were going to roam on me too. He smirked and I felt another episode of tease jokes coming,

 “-Uh to get drinks.” I forced myself to finish the sentence even though all I wanted to do was stare at his body for longer than two seconds.

He stared at me with a poker face and it annoyed me because I couldn’t tell what he was thinking at all. “Okay, let’s go watch the movies.” He laughed.

Unusual? I was so sure his jokes were coming.

Two Hours later, it was back to the regular interactions we always have had. I didn’t even bother asking what I did when I drank even if it was aching at the back of my head. 

The first movie finished and he decided he needed to go to the restroom as I just needed more chips.

After two minutes,

I felt Dylan’s presence once again behind me even if I didn’t know how close he’d really be. “Okay what’s the next movie-” Our chests collided and my mind went blank.

Soon enough, I laughed it off but he remained serious. “Y/N?” 

“Yes?” I answered as we were still in a close position with our lips just inches from touching each other.

Don’t look at his lips. Don’t look at his lips. Don’t look at his lips.

“You should really put on a shirt.”

He ignored me as he continued, “Do you believe that myth that states that children and drunk people always tell the truth?”

“Nope. That’s why it’s called a myth.” I felt myself getting anxious.

“Why..did- did I say something to you? I did didn’t I? I said something stupid now you’re going to throw it in my face. Out with it..” I started freaking out before I could even process or think what could be so dumb that could slip my mind.

He rolled his eyes. “Do you really want to know what you said?” He kept getting closer as I backed away as far as I could every step he took. Once I reached the corner of the counter i knew I was trapped. 

His muscles out in the open weren’t helping my case either.

“I think I heard my phone ring in my room.” I said excusing myself with that lame white lie, The tension back there was going to make me crack. 

“You’re phone is on the couch.”

He stood there in the doorway smirking. I paused in panic not knowing what to do.

“Where was I?“

“You sound like a serial killer stop.” I joked.

“Last night, you said you wanted me to throw you into a bed,” He came closer, moved my body down until I landed on the bed. 

“You wanted me to be on top of you.” He crawled until his face was close to mine again.

“And then,” He kept going as I mentally chocked. 

“A- And then what?” His lips were the center of my attention. He stayed hovering over me, causing me to scream on the inside. I was getting caught up in his teasing, but I was too tired of fighting it.

“Curious aren’t we?” Rasing an eyebrow, he kept staring back and forth at my lips and eyes. There we go with the serial killer voice.

“I’m curious on how far you’re willing to go with this lie.”

“The answer is, very far.”

“Wha-”

Before I could finish the sentence his lips were pinned against mine. It took a few seconds for me to process what was going on, after I caught on, I decided to grab him and pull him closer. 

His lips felt exactly like I imagined, my stomach started to spin, and my needs were intensified. 

What I must’ve said must of been pretty smooth or something, surprisingly, nothing was weird it felt like something normal between us. It felt like it was suppose to happen right in that moment.

We broke apart trying to catch our breaths. I looked at him in a shocked, speechless, expression.

He just keep gazing, his lips slowly formed into the cutest smile that I had no idea what was for. The air suddenly felt warm and the vibe was intimate. From the looks of it, Dylan could feel it too.

“I didn’t really say that did I?”

“No.” He smiled. His smile was too happy that it made me wonder what I really said to him.

“Then what was i-”

“You’re in love with me.” His eyes narrowed down as he grinned to himself.

“What?! N-No I’m n-”His lips once again shut me up. I didn’t know where I was even going with this, because my confession caused him to kiss me in the first place which is a good sign?

I pushed myself into him wanting to taste his lips again and again. 

“You tricked me!” He didn’t even let me speak longer he just kept kissing me over and over. My breathing became irregular as I felt his hand slowly enter the inside of my skirt. 

His breathing felt hot against my neck, once his hands gained access to the inside of my underwear, he wasted no time. His fingers were shoved right into me. “Already wet babe?”

“I want your tongue on my clit.” 

“You’re so impatient.” His kisses kept trailing down my body.

“Get the job done, bust the nut faster.” We we’re best friends. Who’s to say my savage way of speaking didn’t also come in the bedroom.

“I hate you I really do.” I laughed as he bit his lip and finally got to his destination. 

“Yeah oka-fuuck!” I moaned as his mouth finally made contact with my clit.

“BEAST.” I said not being able to get caught up on my breathing. His chuckling wasn’t making this better. 

I closed my eyes (as if that was a choice with the pace he was going.) fully taking it all in. 

“Right fucking there.”

“Dylan why the fuck,” moaning, “-have we not done this sooner?”

Once he finished getting me off, 

“Your reading cock-blocked me.”

“touché”.

His sloppy kisses made their way back to my neck. “I’m going to fuck you to make up for all of the times I couldn’t.”

“It’ll show.” 

His dick quickly inserted in me causing my mouth to shockingly open. “YOU BIG FUCKER- DYLAN.” 

He begin to grind against me as my moans began to get out of control. He groaned caressing my cheek.

“Close my mouth with your hands, it’s my all time kink.” 

“But I like your moans.”

I softly screeched as his movements began to get faster. “And I like looking at your hairy arms as you fuck m-” His hand shut me up as his muscles came more into view while my moans were silenced.

He was getting to the climax as I felt him tense up. “Fuck.” We moved faster in sync until he finally released.

“Oh my god.” His huge sigh of satisfaction was so sexy I couldn’t breathe. Slowly, he removed himself from me as his lips met mine once again.

“I’m so in love with you.”

He said, as he now was the one drifting into sleep.
Comfort: Tom Holland

Word Count: 1k

Warning(s): Depression, talk of depression

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Request: Hi! I love your stories! ♥️ Could you write an “imagine” where you suffer from depression and Tom tries to make you feel better? I know, it’s really sad, but I need love from Tom ahaha

A/N: I know exacly how you feel, hun. 

Note: I would like to take this moment to issue a trigger warning. I know depression is a very tough topic to dwell on and I know I struggled with talk of depression when I had freshly overcome it, I still struggle with it at times so Trigger Warning Issued.


Y/N was a generally happy person. She took great pleasure in putting a smile on the faces of others or making others laugh. The smile on the faces of people kept Y/N’s heart light. But everyone has their skeleton in the closet, and Y/N’s was depression. She had been battling depression since before she had even met Tom.

It had taken almost a year for Y/N to finally open up about her personal battle. But Tom had taken notice of Y/N’s sudden changes in mood until one day he sat her down and asked her what was wrong. Instead of making up some bullshit excuse, she told Tom everything. She was so sure that afterwards Tom would end what they had, but she couldn’t have been more wrong.

Although her moods didn’t hit often, when they did, Tom always knew. And, he always knew exactly what to do make Y/N feel better.

Today was one of those days. Y/N had woken up feeling great. She had the day off from work, and she knew Tom was home for another three months before he was off to shoot another movie. But as the day progressed, her happiness slowly slipped away. She plopped herself on the couch after her brunch and turned on her favorite show to try and lift her spirits, but it was no match. She tried to leave the television talking to keep from sinking in her thoughts, but the voices and the sounds only but caused a miniature headache to brew in her head.

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Steps 👣

Originally posted by hes-important94

A/N: This piece was written for @randomdancer17​ as it is her birthday today (go send her nice messages!!) … A while ago she mentioned how she wanted something that surrounded Perfect by Ed Sheeran so I hope it’s what you wanted Em!! 

This also matched a little with this request. Fair warning, I hadn’t edited this yet but leave some feedback here … Oh one more thing, this is the first installation to my “The Five Times Harry…” imagines - this one is called “The Five Times Harry Dances With You”  ♥

His foot always began to tap at the right song.

Even at a young age Harold would sway to every chime and bass that penetrated the walls of his home whenever his mum brought out her old vinyl player. He’d dash into the room grabbing at her hands as his weight would lift him up and down and up and down to the beat of the rhythm. He liked the way his mum would laugh at his dance moves, mimicking him to join the fun – which he had to admit felt rewarding since his sister often complained about his pigeon-toed feet.

When little seven year old Harry found out he was going to his first wedding he was quite excited to say the least. His head nodded all the way through the church and into the reception hall. The music from the live band surprised him and he couldn’t wait to find the dance floor and pounce around with his mum.

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Close as Strangers: Part 14

Close as Strangers: Chapter 14

Word count: 4.8k

Genre/Warnings: language, angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Summer is going by so quickly and you know you have to enjoy it while you can while you mend broken relationships.

There will be an epilogue after this chapter. I can’t believe it’s almost over. I wrote this so long ago and can’t believe it’s coming to an end. If you’ve read all the chapters and are here now, god bless you. Haha :)

Parts: Close as Strangers: (best friend Yoongi) {playlist} one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen 

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The Sleepover

I realized that although I put the link on here for the A03 fic, I never actually posted the fic on here, so, without further adieu, a Bughead Sleepover.


“Hey!” Betty crossed the short distance to where Jughead was sitting in a booth at Pop’s. “I was hoping I’d find you here.”

Jughead had seen Betty coming through the door and hadn’t been able to wipe the smile off his face since. He picked up his coffee and took a sip, then set it back in it’s place. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I have a surprise for you.” Betty smiled. She got back up and stood at the counter. “Hey, Pop? Could we get an order of french fries please?”

Pop Tate smiled and nodded at her, and Betty turned to sit down with Jughead.

Jughead stared at her for just a moment before laughing. “Well? Are you going to give me a hint?”

Betty returned his smile. “No, you’ll just have to wait and see.”

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It Only Takes A Taste (1/2)

Prompt: 57 for @sgtbxckybxrnes ‘s AU challenge: Celebrity/Movie Star

Summary: When you run into (literally) a really fucking hot man, you don’t expect to see him again, until he turns up at your cafe a few days later. The both of you ‘click’ instantly, but is he really just the ‘person whose name will turn up somewhere in an indie movie credits’ that he makes himself out to be? Or is he something more than that?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,726 Words

Warnings: ½ Fluff, ½ Angst

Originally posted by dolorioushaze

“You free this Saturday?”

You look down as a text from Wanda appears on your phone. Hastily apologising as you push past a large crowd, you quickly type back;

“Yeah, why?”

You let out a sigh of relief as you finally break out of the stuffy mass of pedestrians, inhaling the clean air dramatically. You really only have one goal, and that’s to get to your shift early, and right now, you’re already late. Sometimes, sleep just really takes a hold of you and refuses to let you get up. Not your fault. 

“There’s a high-class party I’m invited to-want to come?”

Frowning, your fingers hover over the keyboard again, but another text comes in before you can finish typing yours. 

“I’m allowed to bring a date, but since I’m single, you’re the next best thing.”

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Noodle

Marvel Writing Challenge: redgillan vs. princess-basket-case

Prompt: Spaghetti Kiss scene from Lady and the Tramp

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,706

Tags: Fluff, Dogs and more fluff.

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

It was a casual Friday night and instead of going to some bar with the other Avengers, you stayed with Steve to watch a movie in which two dogs tried to find their owner. It was a chilly evening, you were wrapped in your American flag blanket that Steve had bought you for your last birthday.

It was like him, fluffy and warm, and you absolutely loved it.

“We should get a dog,” Steve said, leaning forward to get another slice of pizza.

“Oh, yes!” You beamed, then turned to look at him. “Do you think Tony would let us?”

Steve chuckled, wiping his mouth with his paper napkin. “I know he acts like it, but he’s not our father. Plus, I think it would be good for the team.”

“I agree.” You nodded, making a mental note to visit the animal shelter the next day.

You smiled at each other and kept eye contact when Steve leaned forward. Your stomach flipped, you really thought he was going to kiss you. He raised his hand and dabbed at the corner of your mouth with his napkin.

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thrivingamongthetrees  asked:

How would the rfa react if they tried to scare their s/o for a prank but they did t a bit too well and Joe their s/o is crying?

Author’s note: I love these

Yoosung

  • since this innocent little child doesn’t know the first thing about pranking, he had to call 707 for ideas
  • HE IS TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD
  • he decided on the classic “pop up from around the corner” prank
  • little did he know you were carrying groceries when you walked in aND DAMN IT THEY’RE ALL OVER THE FLOOR NOW
  • at first you just stared blankly at the broken eggs
  • then come the tears from you AND yoosung
  • and oh man he feels so bad
  • so so bad
  • he would clean up the entire mess and make you some tea and apologize over and over again
  • “I-I am so sorry… I didn’t know you went grocery shopping… I am so sorry…”

Jaehee

  • it had been a long day for her ok and she just wanted to have some fun
  • she knew you were taking your daily nap so she changed all the clocks two hours ahead
  • “MC!! Oh my gosh MC look at the time you’re gonna be late for your night class!!!”
  • you basically flipped out of bed and ran into the bathroom
  • Jaehee tried to contain her laughter until she heard hyperventilating
  • she walked into the bathroom and saw tears coming from your eyes as you brushed your teeth
  • “M-MC… you’re not really late…. I was just playing a joke on you…”
  • little blushing jaehee would offer to run and get you ice cream
  • you end up skipping class to watch your favorite movie with Jaehee anyways

Zen

  • this dummy
  • you were passed out on his couch after throwing the latest party
  • so being the goofball he is, he went to the kitchen and got out the container of whip cream
  •  before he even pulled the prank on you he burst out laughing and almost woke you up
  • he placed a pile of whipped cream in your hand and then kissed the tip of your nose
  • then when you tried to scratch iT BAM
  • Zen is laughing sO hard before he looks back and sees the horror on your face
  • that’s when it hits hiM THAT THE MC IS LACTOSE INTOLERANT AND HE JUST SHOVED A CRAP TON OF DAIRY IN HER MOUTH
  • his eyes go wide and he rushes over to you with a towel
  • “I completely forgot, I am so sorry. Babe, if there’s anything you need, I’m there.”
  • later when you get sick he holds your hair back and rubs your back
  • “You look cute even when you’re sick.”

Jumin

  • Jumin doesn’t understand normal humor
  • so when he pranked you by sending a “we should break up” text message, he couldn’t help but chuckle
  • he’s a bigger dummy than Zen for this
  • it was when you didn’t respond right away that he got worried
  • he excused himself from the meeting he was in and stepped out to call you
  • when you answered he could tell right away that you had been crying plus you were still sniffling when you answered
  • “J-Jumin?”
  • “I’m coming over.”
  • “But you’re in the middle of a meeting?“ 
  • “I’ll see you soon.”
  • when he found you a crying mess he finally put two and two together
  • “MC, I didn’t mean what I said. I was simply pulling a ‘prank’. I love you. I always will, you should know that.”
  • After that, he’d cancel his plans for the day and have Jaehee run out to get you your favorite food

707

  • honestly you should’ve seen this coming he’s a master pranker
  • so normally, when you slipped on a banana peal, you would just tease him for choosing such a ‘basic’ prank
  • but not this time
  • what you weren’t counting on was the way you landed on your wrist
  • when you heard a snap you immediately broke out into tears
  • seven’s eyes widen as soon as he heard your cries of pain
  • he tried to rush over to you but was so blinded by worry hE SLIPPED ON THE STUPID PEAL TOO
  • you laughed a little, making him smile
  • when he helped you up he grabbed your wrist to inspect it
  • “I’m no doctor but… maybe we should go to the hospital”
  • When you get a cast for your arm he signs it first 
  • when he finishes signing you look at what he wrote
  • “Sorry about the cast MC. Good thing you’re dating me, because laughter is the best medicine… and I’m hilarious! Love you, 1011000011″
I promise!

Fandom: Star Wars

Chapter/ One-shot: One-shot

Characters: Pregnant!Reader x Cassian Andor, Wedge Antilles, Chirrut Îmve

Words: 1689

Warnings: Spoiler alert: Rogue one spoilers! 

A/N: This became a lot longer than I thought it would be. Sorry about the ending, I kind of fast forwarded it because everyone who has seen the movie knows what happens and I’m not good at rewriting stuff (plus it has been a few weeks since I last saw Rogue one so I don’t remember everything). And right now I do not have a longer story about [Y/N] background.. :) 

Originally posted by fandomsarecoolilikequiteafew

You had been feeling nauseous lately and you had been late with your period. Even if you already knew what was going on you still wanted some confirmation about it. You were sitting on the bed in the medical bay, waiting for the medical droid to come back with the answers.

“Miss [Y/N], congratulations, you are having a baby” the droid said when it came back to the room. The droid told you that you were on your ninth week pregnant. You didn’t know how to react but you smiled at the droid before thanking it and left. Now you were worrying about how to tell your boyfriend, Cassian, about it. He was on a secret mission right now and you didn’t know when he would come back, in the meantime, you continued to do your work at the base. You did a little bit of everything, sometimes you were helping out with the ships and sometimes you were behind the desk, so to say. You were now helping Wedge Antilles, your best friend, to fix something on the wing of his x-wing when you saw Cassian’s ship land. You excused yourself and went to greet him. They had a petite woman with them but you didn’t recognise her.

“Hi” you said when you met Cassian. He took you in for a hug and kissed your forehead.

“Hi, sweetheart” he whispered softly and you chuckled.

“Captain, stop messing around, we have a meeting to attend to” you heard the familiar voice of K-2SO. Cassian sighed before he let go of you.

“Hi Key” you greeted the droid.

“Hello Miss [Y/N]” he greeted you back.

“Sorry, I will see you soon” he said and quickly kissed you before he left. You smiled as you watched him walk away and soon you went back to help Wedge to fix on his x-wing. Moments later you heard Cassian call out your name and you turned around to see him jog towards you.

“Cassian” you gasped when he took you in for a hug again.

“Sorry” he whispered. You chuckled softly. Not so long ago he didn’t want to show to anyone his soft side. There you stood hugging again when you heard K-2SO walking closer.

“I’ve been looking for you, Captain” the droid said and you sighed.

“Key, give us a moment here” Cassian said, a little annoyed about K-2SO always interrupting you two.

“Very well, I’ll go and prepare the ship. We’ll be leaving soon.” the droid said before it left.

“You’re leaving again?” you asked Cassian with a sigh.

“Yeah, sorry, I was just about to tell you” he answered you. You looked up at him with a sad look on your face. He tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled weakly at you. You knew deep inside you that this was going to be a hard mission but your instincts told you that he would come back.

“I love you” you said as you looked lovingly into his eyes. Cassian smirked a little.

“I love you too” he said and leaned in for a kiss. The kiss wasn’t long but it was full of love.

“I have to go now” Cassian said and you nodded.

“Be safe and come back home” you told him and he smiled. He kissed you quickly before he left to the ship. You noticed that the woman he had brought with him was leaving with them but you didn’t think more of that. You watched as the ship flew away before you went back to yours and Cassian’s quarter.


As soon as you heard that Cassian was coming you ran to the docking bay to greet him. You didn’t have to wait so long when you saw a ship land. It wasn’t Cassian’s U-wing and you started to worry a little but when the ramp fell down and you saw Cassian you let out a breath. You ran over to him and threw your hands around his neck. He chuckled as he took you in for a hug. He leant in for a kiss and the kiss was full of passion.

“Hey” he said as you stopped kissing. You smiled as you greeted back.

“I missed you” you told him and he hugged you tighter and kissed your forehead.

“I missed you too” he whispered. Cassian had to go to a meeting again and he rushed away to get there in time. You walked over to greet the new arrivals. You learned that their names were Baze Malbus, Chirrut Îmwe and Bodhi Rook. You noticed that Chirrut were blind and he told you about the force helping him see. He also told you what happened on Jedha and Eadu. You sighed but you knew that Cassian did all this so that the resistance could be one step closer to save the galaxy from the empire.

“Is Cassian the father?” Chirrut suddenly asked you and you stared at him with your mouth open.

“How do you know?” you finally asked him after a moment of silence.

“The force is strong with your child, and also with you” he told you calmly. You quickly glanced up at Baze who shrugged his shoulders.

“The force works in mysterious ways” Chirrut continued and you looked back at him again.

“Yeah, well, there has been a jedi in my family. My grandfather was a jedi, and my mother used to tell stories about him when I was a child. I never became a jedi because the jedi-order got destroyed when I was just an infant” you explained to him and he listened carefully.

“I see. Who was your grandfather?” he asked.  

“His name was Qui-Gon Jinn”.

“Aah, I’ve heard about him” Chirrut said. You smiled at him. You saw that Cassian was walking towards you.

“You have to tell him” Chirrut said and you answered with a yeah.

“Hi” you greeted Cassian when he arrived. He greeted you back but soon asked you to leave them for a minute. And you did. Moments later you saw the petite woman, whose name you had learned was Jyn Erso, talking with Chirrut and Baze and soon you saw that Cassian had gathered a group of rebels and they were all talking with Jyn. You stood there watching them. When they were ready, Cassian came over to talk to you.

“You’re leaving again?” you asked and you felt a lump in your throat.

“Yes, we have decided to help Jyn get the Death Star plans.” he said and you felt tears in your eyes. “And it is probably going to be a one way trip” he continued and you started sobbing. He took you in for a hug and you sobbed into his chest. Soon you pulled away from him and you wiped the tears of. You looked into his eyes.

“Just promise me one thing” you begged him as you reached your hand to his chin and he leaned in to your hand.

“Anything” he said.

“Promise me that you will get back home again, in one piece.” you said and you reached your hand towards his and guided his hand to your stomach. “Promise me that you will get back home for us” you continued and the tears started falling again but you were smiling at him.

“Are you pregnant?” he gasped and stroked your belly. You nodded and let out a small giggle. “I love you” he continued and you tried not to start crying again.

“Promise me” you begged.

“I promise” he promised and you hugged each other. “Thank you” you whispered. You pulled away from the hug and gave a quick kiss to each other before he left to the ship. You saw Chirrut on the ramp smiling at your direction and you smiled back at him even if you knew that he didn’t see it. Cassian gave you one last look and you waved your hand at him. You watched as he disappeared into the ship and it took away. You ran up to the control room to wait for answers.

“What is your boyfriend up to?” one of the workers there asked you.

“Honestly, I have no idea” you answered him. You sat down beside him.

You were waiting for some answers and it felt like an eternity. You heard that the Alliance fleet went to support them.


“Your girlfriend seems nice” Jyn said to Cassian when they were onboard of the ship.

“She’s the best” Cassian told her with a smile. Jyn smiled back at him. They finally arrived to Scarif and they were lucky enough to get through the gates. Jyn, K-2SO and Cassian managed to get to the Citadel Tower.

After everything that happened in the Citadel Tower, Cassian and Jyn limped to the beach.

“I promised [Y/N] that I would get back” Cassian said to Jyn when they sat down. Jyn smiled and looked at him. “She’s pregnant” he said before he continued “And I love her”. He looked at Jyn with tears in his eyes and a weak smile on his lips. “But this was worth it” he said and turned his head to look at the Death Star as it fired the superlaser towards the planet.


“[Y/N]” someone shouted. You saw that it was Wedge who ran towards you. He was short of breath when he came to you and before he spoke he tried to catch his breath again. He looked at you and you could already guess what he was about to say but you didn’t want to believe it. He sat down beside you and took your hand in his. He looked into your eyes before he spoke. “I am so sorry, [Y/N]”. You stared at him before it hit you what he had just said and that’s when the tears started falling down your eyes. Wedge took you in for a hug and you sobbed into his chest. “I’m sorry” he whispered. Now you had to raise your child alone but you would always tell your child about his/hers dad who was a hero that saved the rebellion.

Off-Screen

Word Count: 1837

Warnings: Fluff

Here’s your order, miss.“ The lady at the counter said, catching my attention. With a quick thanks, I grabbed the three cup trays and the bag filled with food and headed back to my car. I hated being on lunch duty, it was a five mile drive from the studio and it always took forever, with the insane traffic, the waiting in line during the lunch rush. Then waiting for them to make it all, then checking to make sure it’s all correct. Lastly, I have to make it back with 11 drinks and a bag of food, with out spilling any of it. In stop and go traffic. Fun, right? If only.

The guard let me in without a second glance. At least he didn’t stop me, I’m already late. I park close to the door amd decide I’m going to have to make two trips, I grab the bag and two of the trays, leaving the third for later. I bump the door open with my hip, while trying to balance the trays. I drop the food on the snack table and run back out to my car. Once I get back in, everyone’s crowded around the table grabbing their order.
"Oh, good, there’s more, I thought you forgot my order.”

British accents are the best.

“N-no, I just couldn’t carry it all, sorry it took so long, lunch rush, and the traffic was crazy.” I stuttered, feeling bad.
“I told you it’d be faster to walk.” Followed by a hand being slung around my shoulder. I was one of the personal assistanton the Marvel set, I worked a few different jobs here.

They hadn’t started the actual filming yet, so I wasn’t as busy, just prepping. That’s why I was sent out for lunch.
“No it wouldn’t, the sidewalks are just as crowded, and plus I wouldn’t have been able to carry it all.”
“Hm, that’s true.”
“Of course it’s true, Mel, you really think I hadn’t thought of that.”
“C'mon we have to finish the last set, remember.” She pulled me along, towards the back where we had to finish one of the house-like sets.

***

“Hey! Melissa! Dammit, now I have to go change.” She had flung paint at me, to get my attention. The walls were almost finished anyway, she could do it by herself.
I stated walking back to my car, before I realized that I didn’t have a change of clothes. Well, fuck. I really don’t want to walk around with paint all over me all day, not that it’s a big deal, I’m always covered in paint, but I hadn’t put my smock on yet, and this was my favorite shirt.

“Woah, what happened?” My head snapped up at the question that was obviously addressed towards me.
“I- uh-” I found myself at a loss for words. I couldn’t think straight, sometimes I wish I interacted with the actors more, maybe I’d be less shy.

“Shouldn’t you have a smock on?” Something clicked and I was able to form a sentence.

“I just got back from the lunch run, I didn’t have time to put it on. The girl I’m working with flung paint at me to get my attention.” I felt my face heat up and I knew I was red. He was obviously amused.
“Sebastian St-”
“Stan.” I finished for him, taking his outstretched hand.
“I know who you are. I work on your set, plus, you’re famous. Its kind of hard not to.” I state, feeling the blush come back.

I ramble when I’m nervous.

He smiled.
“Well, you know my name, it’s only fair that I know yours.”
“Oh- uh, my name’s Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”
“I like that name.” I feel the blush coming back, so I look down and mumble a quiet thanks.

“Are you going to change?” He questions.
I blush even redder, this time from embarrassment.

“I-well, I forgot a change of clothes, so I really can’t.” I stutter.

He laughs again, his blue eyes filled with amusement.
“You could borrow one of my shirts, although you should put a smock on this time.” He smirks. My eyes widen.

“No no no, uhm no, thank you, it’s fine. I can deal, you don’t have to let me borrow your shirt. I probably won’t see you again soon anyway. I’m always busy and I rarely see the actors, unless we’re filming, because I work with the set and uhm…”
I trail off, realizing I’m rambling again.

“Hm, that does seem to pose a problem. You can just keep it. It’s fine.”
“No, no really I’m okay, I don’t need to steal your clothing.”

“How about we make a deal. I let you borrow my shirt. And since you insist that you can’t keep it and that you won’t see me, you give it back to me when we go out to dinner. Saturday at 8, sound good?” I’m at a loss for words.
I stand there gaping at him. He takes a pad and pen from the table I’m front of us, and I realize that we’re at his trailer. He writes out his name, phone number and the details and hands it to me, along with a maroon colored shirt. He smiles and ushers me into the bathroom to change. I stare at myself in the mirror for a few seconds before stripping off my shirt and putting his on. It’s big on me, but that’s to be expected, I’m pretty small. I walk out with my shirt in hand and Sebastian takes it from me.
“Hey!”
“ I’ll wash this right now, and we’ll exchange shirts on Saturday. See you then, Y/N.” He says with a smirk ushering me out the door. I head back over to the set to finish cleaning up. This time I put a smock on, just in case. Mel did a great job finishing the wall, but left a mess for me to clean up.

After I finish cleaning, I look around for Mel and find the studio almost empty. I check the time and realize how late it got. I hop into my car and drive home.
God, it’s been a long day. When I get home I do my usual routine, eat, shower, brush my teeth, watch some TV, and go to sleep. I threw Sebastian’s shirt in the wash before I showered, so I wouldn’t forget.

We talked for five minutes tops, and he managed to organize a date. Honestly, that scared me. Was he always like that? I mean, was he just looking to hook up and I was an easy target? My mind was piling questions on top of each other and I couldn’t think straight. Eventually, it went blank and I fell into a dreamless sleep.

The last three days of the week passed slowly and quickly all at the same time. I did my best to avoid, not just Sebastian, but the rest of the cast as well, which wasn’t too hard. When Saturday came around, I was all too happy to sleep until noon. The only problem was, Sebastian wanted to meet up.

I mean, he didn’t have my address, so I could just ignore the date and go about my life, right? I’d drop his shirt at his trailer, but what about my shirt? The familiar Star Wars theme played from my phone. I groaned and picked it up off the nightstand.

“Hello?” I answered, a bit hostile.

A deep chuckle sounded from the other side, followed by:
“Did I wake you up, Y/N? Sorry, I didn’t think you would still be sleeping. You never texted me, so I took it upon myself to get your phone number from that tech you’re always with, Melony, right? No, that’s not it.-”

“Melissa.”

“YEAH! That’s it. Thanks. So, about tonight. I wasn’t thinking fancy, you don’t look like that type of person. I was thinking maybe we could go out to that little diner in town and then head to my place for a movie?”

I hesitated. At least at the diner, there were other people. I didn’t know how to feel about being alone.
“Y-Y/N? Are you still there?”

“Oh- y-yeah I’m here.”

“You didn’t answer. I was talking to Mackie about it, he told me that he overheard you say something to his makeup lady about the diner.”

“Did everyone else give their input as well? What about Chris? He’s like your other half.” I know he couldn’t see me, but you could definitely hear the smirk in my voice.

“You know, Chris and I aren’t as attached as people think we are. Sure we’re close, but we’re not ‘I would die for you’ close. I mean I spend just as much time with Anthony.”

“I’ve noticed you spend time with Anthony. The diner sounds nice, and for the movie, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. It depends on how much work I have left to do.”

“Alright, be ready at 8, and text me your address. See you tonight, Y/N.”

“See you tonight.” I repeated, hanging up and going into my messages. I typed in my address and hit send. The work lie was an excuse. I really don’t know if I want to be alone with a man I just met, although its not like I don’t know who he is. You get the idea.

°°°

Knock knock knock

Shit.

I dropped my pen and grabbed my bag. I practically jumped over the back of the couch to reach the door.

“Are you ready for an adventure?”

“Sebastian, we’re going to the diner. Is that really considered and adventure?”

“Yup.” I sighed and followed him outside.

“I decided, since it’s a really nice day, that it would be nice to walk. It’s not too far. Two blocks. Do you mind?”

“Of course not.”

We walked in silence through the busy city, making sure to keep our heads down as to not draw attention. At the diner we were shown to our table and we ordered our drinks. The conversation stayed light as we talked about our jobs and the sheer contrast between the two. After dinner we took the streets once more, but instead of going to Sebastian’s house, we walked through the park, keeping the conversation flowing. We talked about everything from past to future.

By the time we left the park, it was already midnight. Sebastian walked me home and when we reached the door to my apartment he handed me my shirt and left me with a hug and a smile. I stepped in the door and locked it behind me, dropping the keys on the table. My shirt smelled like him and it made me smile. I put it back in my drawer where it belonged and my phone buzzed on the bed. I picked it up and read a text that brought a smile to my face.

You up for date #2? Friday for coffee?

Rained In

Bucky x Reader; College AU!, Steve/Nat, Sam Wilson

Summary: Where plans to hang outside are tossed out the window when the weather decides to change.

Word Count: 1,913

Warnings: Language, super adorable pouting Bucky

A/N: Because it’s raining and I’ve been having a long morning and in dire need of Bucky fluff



The sight before you is too much for you and you end up biting your knuckles to keep you from laughing. Your lovely, childlike brunet roommate slash boyfriend was curled underneath all three of your comforters pouting and refusing to come out of his “cave”.

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You’re a good man - Bucky Barnes x reader

Request by anonymous : Could you do a Bucky Barnes x reader where there’s a girl who got into their world through a breach, and she’s the heir of the league of assassins. And everyone is confused about how she’s there. And Bucky helps her adjust to the new earth she’s living on????

Warnings : fluff, Bucky being adorably caring as always, Tony screaming, lots of *blushes* from both

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Definition of a day off according to the Avengers : (noun, m.) Day where you do absolutely nothing, except eating, sleeping and watching movies.

*around 7 pm*

And that’s exactly what they were doing. All of them were chilling on the couch, watching some Netflix series chosen by Sam and eating sweets and junk food.

That show is becoming boring.” Tony complained. “I’m bored.

Well - Sam looked at the others Avengers and then turned to face Tony - You’re the only one here that doesn’t enjoy the show so shut the hell up, old man.

Tony pouted, sighed and then finally shut his mouth for the enjoyment of all. Everybody was about to get back into the story when suddenly a loud noise echoed in the whole room. Did Tony screamed ? Yes. Everyone quickly glanced at him in disbelief, then focused on the noise and what caused it. A breach. A huge breach was forming on the wall behind the couch. They all got up and ran in its direction. And this is at this exact moment that you appeared. Noise, burst of walls and dust accompanied your entry. You definitely didn’t do things half. Dressed all in black (boots, pant, shirt and all), you came out of the breach, looking all around you. They were all really confused, and the way that they were looking at you as if you were a freak didn’t please you at all. You then locked your gaze on them and frowned your eyebrows. Two girls and seven guys were standing in front of you. One particularly caught up your attention : a tall and extremely charming man, kind of impressing at first, with long dark hair and blue eyes and … a metal arm ? Wow. Your gaze was locked on it for a few seconds and then it was back on the assembly. But, this man descripted previously didn’t look at you in a strange way.

 "Excuse me but - Steve raised an eyebrow - who are you ? Who sent you ?“ A tall man with breathtaking blue eyes and dark blond hair questioned you.

 You cleared your throat and started introduced yourself.

 ”I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N). I’m the heir of the league of assassins, on Arkanda. I’ve been sent here to integrate your team and save the world. The Earth needs to be cleaned up from all threats.“ You stated, confident.

 Your confidence impressed everyone. The heir of the league of assassins ? They’ve already heard about you but they never thought that they’d actually have the honor to meet you in person. No one talked, all their attention was on you, as they were wondering what you were capable of. Finally, Steve walked your way, and held out his hand to you.

 ”Well, it’s an honor to have you here. I’m Steve, Steve Rogers.“

 ’I know that name… Isn’t that’ you thought before talking again.

 ”Captain America, right ? I’ve heard about you down there. You make a good job at saving those citizens.“ you complimented.

 ”Thank you. -he pause then looked behind him, at his teammates- We were about to make dinner. Would you like to join us ?“ he asked you.

 You were here to help and join their team, which meant that you had to gain their trust and maybe, make some friends ?

You nodded. ”Yeah, I’d love to.

 Everyone else cheered and made their way to the kitchen. Except one, the metal-armed man. He walked towards you and held out his hand to you with a warm smile drew on his lips.

 ”I’m Bucky Barnes. Welcome here.

 *Around 8 pm, the dinner came to his end and everyone regained their room*

 Bucky proposed himself to make you go around the Tower and find you a room. As he was walking in front of you, he was showing you the rooms of each Avengers, talking about them and telling you what made them special, but then he stopped at the end of the corner, in front of a black door. You looked at him, confused and wondering what he was doing. He noticed your expression and a soft smile formed itself on his lips. He stayed silent and opened the black door. You quickly glanced at him before he made you sign that you were free to enter, which you immediately did. The room wasn’t that big, but it was enough for a grown man. It was also a bit messy even though nothing but a king sized bed, a desk, a wardrobe and a carpet were filling the room but some clothes were spread there and there. The atmosphere that emanated from his bedroom was a bit cold, due to the dark colors on the walls, ceiling and floor : a dark red and black. Plus, the light coming from outside trying to warm the room was smothered by thick dark curtains.

 ”So… That’s where I sleep.“ Bucky’s deep voice drew from your thoughts.

 You turned around and your eyes landed on his well-built body : they wandered from his black laced boots, then to his chest and finally to his concerned face. You didn’t even realize the way you were looking at him so when he pretended to cough, you just looked away, embarrassed. Since he was still standing in the doorway, Bucky bit his lower lip to hide his soon-to-form smile.

 ”I can lend you my room if you want. -he stopped and then continued because you didn’t answer- I will sleep on the couch.

 For a minute, you kind of felt bad because you didn’t want to shove him away from his own bedroom so you just spontaneously stated :

 ”No, don’t bother yourself. I will sleep on the couch. This room ain’t mine.“

 He moved his head as a sign of refusal. ”No, no, no. You’re sleeping here, and there’s no negotiation possible.

 ”Bucky…“ You began to spoke before he cut you off.

 ”Shh. It doesn’t bother me, I swear. Now I should maybe let you take a shower ? Seems like you went through a lot of dirt when you crossed that breach.“ He remarked, but you didn’t take it personally because he was right.

 You didn’t answer, once again. Instead, you tilted your head to the side, curious. A shower ? What is that ? No one on Arkanda knows this word… or at least you don’t.

 ”A shower ? What is that even ?“ You asked.

 Bucky seemed really surprised. ”What do you mean ? You don’t know what a shower is ? You- You’ve never took one ?

 He looked at you as if you’ve just revealed him an horrible secret, which made you laugh internally.

 ”Well… No ? In Arkanda, we simply enter in a huge white box and we come out cleaner than ever.“ you explained as if it was obvious.

 The brown haired man lifted his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders in disbelief.

 ”If it could be that simple here, too… But whatever. I guess that I have to tell you how showering works here ?“ He demanded, and you could’ve swore that you heard a bit of happiness in his deep voice.

 Not knowing what else to answer, you responded ”Yes, I guess.

 The metal-armed man shyly smiled and took your hand in order to lead you to the bathroom that was incrusted in his bedroom, that you didn’t even noticed when you looked around you. You heart started beating faster when Bucky caught your hand in his, which is something that you’ve never experienced before. After all, you were the heir of the league of  assassins, which was a huge responsibility : you couldn’t afford to see anyone and since you were a little girl, you were only trained to kill. No feelings, no emotions were allowed. So when a man that you’ve met 5 hours ago and that you’ve found extremely handsome in every way made a human contact with you, your brain didn’t know how to make you react. In order to hide your surprise, you stayed silent and followed him. He stopped the both of us in front of a not-so-big bathroom, but big enough for a single person as well. It was a classic bathroom with the necessary items that don’t even need to be cited. Bucky walked past you and opened the shower cubicle before glancing at you.

Before I leave you alone to take your clothes off, you need to understand how it works. Come here.“ he commanded.

You did as told and walked closer to him. He put a foot in the shower and leaned one the shower column. Then, he quickly looked at you before starting his explications. He pointed at the shower handles and stated :

The right one is for the hot water and the left one is for the cold water. I personally advise you to turn on the right one. -he chuckled a bit at his own joke- And here -he pointed at the shampoo and soap- you have the things you need to clean your body.

Bucky then looked at you, waiting for a possible question from you. You got lost in his blue eyes for a microsecond, again, but you managed to clear your mind.

What am I supposed to do with those things ?’ you thought.

How do I - I mean… What do I do with that ?“ you asked, confused, which made Bucky frown his eyebrows but his expression fell when he remembered that you weren’t used to the "human on Earth’s things”

Oh. Huh… - he paused - Well, you just have to put the soap in your hands, and rub it on your skin… everywhere. - did he blush ? Hell yes - and then you have to rinse your body with water. Got it ?

Do they really have to do that everyday ?’ you asked once again. Humans on Earth were definitely weird.

Yup, got it.” you answered automatically.

You stepped back in order to give enough space to Bucky so he could get out of the shower. He walked towards the door, opened it and then looked at you from the doorway.

I’ll be in the bed room, nearby. So call me if you need anything.” he spoke.

You nodded as an answer and closed the door. You then turned around and stared at your reflection for a while, noticing all the dirt on your clothes and exposed skin as you winced. In no time, your clothes were threw on the floor and you were in the cabin. You remembered Bucky’s instructions given previously and applied them. A soft and nearly silent scream of surprise escaped from your lips as soon as the hot water ran all over your flesh. But you found this sensation enjoyable and relaxing. When the time to open the soap bottle has came, you struggled a bit to understand how it worked but you managed to do it anyway. You found that funny to rub your skin with such a weird product and when the scent of the soap tickled your nose, you smiled. Strawberry. How was that even possible to put a fruit in a soap ? That was a question that’ll be running in your mind for a while, and you should definitely ask Bucky about that. You continued to follow the rules that you were given and you got out of the shower after 10 good minutes. But… your skin was still wet and it felt like the air turned colder. You stood still for a while and thought of Bucky. Maybe he knew what to do. So, you opened slightly the door and took your head out of the bathroom, making sure that your naked body was still inside the bathroom though.

Bucky ?

Bucky, that was laying on his bed, reading some newspaper of whatsoever, sat up and sat down immediately in your direction, wondering what was the problem.

Is anything wrong ?” he asked on a concerned tone.

Well… How long am I supposed to wait till my skin dries off ?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Bucky’s eyes wide opened and he looked like he forgot something really important. He suddenly got on his feet and walked towards his wardrobe. He took out a big white towel, some dark underwear, a black jogging and a grey shirt. He even pulled out a pair of socks, which made you smile.

How could a man that you barely knew be that caring ?

When he finally gave you all those clothes in proper hands, you looked down at them, smiled and thanked him. He smiled back, showing off his white teeth.

We’ll go ask Natasha to lend you some of her clothes tomorrow. Do you need anything else ?” he inquired.

No, thanks a lot Bucky.” you looked up to lock your gaze in his.

You both stared in each other’s eyes for what seemed like eternity but it wasn’t awkward, at all. You then looked away when you felt your cheeks heat up, and turned around, facing the bathroom door before opening it.

I’ll be quick, I don’t want to keep you from sleeping.” you quickly stated but the door was already closed before Buck’ could even answer.

Wow. That was intense.’ you thought.

After a while, when you were finally dressed again, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You bit your lip to hide your smile when you noticed how loose Bucky’s clothes looked on you, but you loved it anyway. Plus, it had a special scent. His scent. And at that precise moment, you felt special. Special, even though nothing really happened between the both of you but… you liked the way your heart was beating faster when he was talking to you or even looking at you. That was something you enjoyed, and liked to feel. You got drew out of your thoughts when he knocked on the door.

(Y/N) ? I’m going downstairs, but don’t worry. I already prepared the bed for you, and there’s a glass of water and some cookies are placed on the nightstand in case you’re still thirsty or hungry. If you need anything, I’ll be on the couch. Goodnight sweetheart.

Sweetheart”. You’ve never been called that before. It sounded so perfect in his raspy and tired voice that your mind stopped working when he said it.

(Y/N) ? Are you okay in there ?” Bucky asked, concerned this time. Because of course you were still stuck on that pet name.

You shook your head in order to put all your ideas back in place and opened the door. Bucky sighed of relief when he saw your cute face. He always wanted to smile when you were looking at him with a ‘lost puppy’ look glued on your face. You looked behind him and smiled when you saw the bed already opened, ready to welcome you, and the things on the nightstand.

Thank you, really, Bucky. You’re so nice to me. - you paused to noticed his sweet smile - But anyway… Goodnight.

 He walked towards the door, opened it and stopped before going out.

 "It’s okay, doll. Goodnight.“ Then, he closed the door, leaving you all alone, blushing like a teenager after her first kiss.

Damn… Those pet names that seemed to leave his mouth with absolutely no problem were becoming your new weakness. You sat on the bed, and drank the glass of water that Bucky sweetly brought you. You then slipped under the warm covers and quickly fell asleep.

 *Around 4 am*

You woke up suddenly, quite violently as you were breathing heavily. Your chest was aching, and your heart seemed like he could get out of your chest at anytime. Drops of sweat ran down your face as you were trying to find your regular breathing again. All of this was caused by the most horrible nightmare you’ve ever had. You couldn’t even put into words, nothing could describe that. Then, suddenly, it hit you. Bucky. You needed to see Bucky. He was the only person you trusted here and he told you that you could come wake him up if something was wrong and it was the case. You got out of the bed and practically ran to the bathroom. You turned on the light and quickly cleaned up your face. You swept the tired of your eyes and made your way as quietly as possible to the couch were Bucky was sleeping, downstairs. When you arrived near the couch, you hear Bucky’s light snores filling the room, and you didn’t want to wake him up anymore, for a second. But you really needed his comfort, his words, anything. You hesitated at first, bit your lip, then kneeled next to his face, but not too close though, you didn’t want to scare him and receive a punch in the face.

Bucky ?“ you whispered loud enough so he would hear you but he didn’t.

Guess who wasn’t a light sleeper ?

You took a deep breath and placed your hand on his right shoulder. You felt his metal arm and concluded that touching it wouldn’t wake him up, he wouldn’t feel it. So you placed your hand on his other arm and shook it gently. Bucky frowned his eyebrows, moaned and slowly opened his eyes. He got surprised when he saw your "still terrified” face, and he slowly sat up, leaving you some space to sit next to him. He noticed your eyes still reddened by the light of the night filtered by the curtains that covered the bay windows of the tower. Though, he didn’t say anything. He just pulled you into a tight hug and rubbed your back up and down, gently. You circled his chest with your arms and held him as tightly as you could. You both stayed in this position for a while, not wanting to leave the embrace of the other, when you pulled back. He sighed.

A bad nightmare, huh ?” he asked with a raspy and sleepy voice that made you melt.

Horrible.” you returned as you sighed and remembered those awful memories that’ll haunt your mind for days.

Do you want to talk about it ?” he questioned as he tilted his head to the side.

You could see that he, too, had a lot of nightmares in his life. You turned your head from left to right as a “no”. He didn’t insisted any more and that’s a thing that you loved about him : he was understanding. And adorable.

Can you - you hesitated to ask - Can you come back upstairs please ? I’m kind of afraid now.” You asked as you got on your feet.

Bucky raised his eyebrows but what you ignored is that he was glad you asked. In fact, he wanted to come back in his room to check if you were okay since he layed on the couch. Your request really made him happy but he did his best to hide it. He got up at his turn and nodded, causing you to sigh in relief.

Of course, yeah. Go back to bed, I’m here in a minute. I just need to take a glass of water.

You started walking towards the stairs and quickly threw an eye behind you, watching Bucky fill a glass with cold water. Then, you silently regained Bucky’s bed. You layed on the right side in order to give Bucky enough space. You couldn’t go back to sleep, too scared to have another nightmare so you just stared at the ceiling, waiting for Bucky to come. When the door finally opened, you pretended to be asleep. You felt his body landing under the blankets, his presence and warmth crash to you. You also felt his metal arm brush yours, but you didn’t react, you weren’t scared at all. It was a part of him.

Are you okay now ?” Bucky asked with his raspy voice.

I don’t think that I’ll be able to go back to sleep yet. But don’t worry, you can sleep without problems.” you assured him, which didn’t convince him.

He wide opened his muscular arms and whispered “Come here, doll.

You bit your lower lip to hide your smile even though it was way too dark for him to notice it. You got closer to him until you were close enough to put your head on his chest. He only wrapped his “normal” arm around you, and you felt his embarrassment when he started to lift his metal arm but immediately put it back down.

It doesn’t scare me at all, Bucky.” you tried to reassure him.

He sighed, pretty heavily.

This man went through a lot of pain’ you thought.

No. I don’t want to hurt you. It’s better if I don’t touch you with that.” he refused, and tried to convince himself but you didn’t agree at all.

You won’t. You’re a good man.” you stated with so much confidence that he (after some good seconds) finally rested his metal arm on your hip, as gently as possible.

You both then fall asleep, rocked by the other’s breathing.

He’s a good man.’ you though once again.


Imagines / One shots requests : OPENED

Dating … would include : OPENED 

-Mel

Not Saying a Word

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Kinder Than You – Part 1

My Heart Will be There – Part 1

Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 2437

Author: Just Kate

Warnings:There’s rain? I don’t know?!!

A/N: What’s up! What’s good! Part 3 comin’ atcha! (I’m channeling my inner Liza Koshy if you can’t tell) Anyways, guys! I’m so excited for this part, and I’m letting you guys have ONE MORE PART! It’s gonna be so mushy, you’re probably all gonna hate me… Anyways, thanks for all the notes, and thanks for all the requests! I’m slightly behind, but it’s the weekend, so I’ll try and have a couple rolled out soon! Hope you like Part 3!

“Y/N!” Nat called up the stairs. You took a deep breath, and walked out of your room.

“What’s up, Nat?” You asked. It was Saturday afternoon, and you were wallowing around until it was time to go over to Aunt May’s apartment and watch a that movie.

“What do you want for lunch?” Nat asked, heating up various left-overs on the stove.

“I, uh, I’m not hungry. Had a big breakfast.” You lied. Natasha looked at you with a withering look as you sat on the counter, kicking your feet back and forth.

“You didn’t eat breakfast, Y/N.” She reminded you. “You’re starving yourself over this Peter thing.” Nat’s eyes burned into yours.

“I’m not starving myself!” You retorted. “Plus, I ate a lot yesterday.”

“A milkshake does not count as a lot!” Nat said, stirring the contents in the pan vigorously. You were about to argue back, but Steve walked into the room, and pulled a bag of potato chips from the pantry. You and Nat continued to stare daggers at each other, and Steve finally caught the drift, realization seeping into his expression.

“What’s going on?” He asked, his head tilting with that patronizing look that always made you feel guilty. You looked at Nat, begging her not to say anything.

“Y/N is refusing to eat because she feels bad about the fight with Peter.” She said, looking at you pointedly. Steve looked at you sadly.

“That is not what is going on! Just because I’m not hungry you guys act like I haven’t eaten in days!” You said, incredulous at their behavior.

“Y/N, I know Peter hurt you, but you can’t let him affect you like this.” Steve said, looking at you sharply to make you squirm. Your eyebrows raised angrily. They were completely misinterpreting everything.You opened you mouth to correct Steve when Tony came running into the kitchen.

“I smell tension and hear the sweet sound of arguing. Who offended who?” Tony asked, his expression completely serious, his eyes sparkling. Normally, you would have laughed, but this was exactly the wrong conversation to get all of the Avengers involved in.

“Nothing is going o–” You tried to explain, but Nat cut you off.

“Y/N is refusing to eat because she’s fighting with her boyfriend, Peter.” Your eyes widened, and your heart started pumping very fast. Tony rolled his eyes, and made a face at her. He was torn between the kids, and he had been working for weeks to try and figure a solution out that would force them to talk. He had worked something out with May eventually, and he was sick of the topic.

“What’s going on?” Bucky and Sam walked in, still sweaty from training. Bruce walked in after them with an interested expression on his face. Nat and Steve explained what was going on a 4th time, and then Thor walked in.

“Who disrespected Lady Y/N?” He asked in his deep voice. You buried your face in your hands, clenching your teeth. Tony poked you in the side, and your head shot up, a pained expression very clear on your face.

“Ow! Bruise?” You said, and everyone stopped talking and looked at you.

“Shouldn’t that have healed already?” Said Tony, concerned. You moved your mouth, but no sound came out. Natasha walked over, and lifted up your shirt slightly, just enough to see the massive bruise that had refused to heal after Peter had hurt you. Everyone looked at you with a worried, questioning look.

“Will you cut that out?!” You swatted Nat’s hand away, and looked at the floor. Steve spoke first after an uncomfortably long silence.

“Y/N… What happened? You got that bruise ages ago, and it wasn’t nearly that bad.” You bit your raw lip, trying to come up with an excuse, a lie, something, anything.

“Peter hurt her.” Wanda said from the back. She had slipped in quietly while everyone had been chattering. You closed your eyes, and when the flashbacks started, you opened your eyes again. Everyone could see the tears glazing them over.

“What happened? Bruce said. He had always been super protective of you, being the youngest, and he had also helped you with a lot of your anxiety and stress.

“Um, well, you see…” You stammered, your heart hurting like it did when you thought about Peter since the fight. Wanda walked up to you, and pressed her fingers very lightly to your bruise. You winced.

“They were fighting, and she said something that offended Peter, so he started walking away, and she grabbed his arm to try and stop him. He threw his arm back, and Y/N got pushed into table, hitting her side, and his hand smacked her cheek.” Wanda recited in a monotone, her eyebrows pressed together and her eyes closed as she saw the incident through your mind. You looked around, trying to avoid all eye contact.

“That doesn’t explain why it hasn’t healed yet.” Bucky said quietly. Bruce looked at you.

“Sometimes pressure added to an already existent flesh wound, especially if that wound hasn’t had time to heal, can lead to a prolonged recovery period.” He walked up to you, and mildly starting poking the black and blue flesh. “Did you hit the corner of the table?” He asked you, looking up. You nodded solemnly. “It looks like she either fractured a rib, or the table broke the bottom couple layers of skin, which would lead to a blood build-up, since the skin cells would need to develop the special qualities that are found in the bottom-most layers of skin. Possibly both.” Bruce concluded.

“Why didn’t you tell any of us?” Steve asked. He was giving you the look again. You shrugged in response.

“She was trying to protect Peter, even after all the stuff he’s done to her.” Natasha answered softly.

“He just doesn’t understand the reach of his powers. He doesn’t understand how powerful his reflexes are.” Your voice wavered, and you focused on trying to control your tears.

“But you still let him walk all over you.” Sam said bluntly. You knew everyone was silently agreeing with him. You shook your head,  hopped of the counter, and walked back to your room without looking back. When you were safely out of earshot, you muttered one heart-breaking sentence.

“Not anymore.”

***

You were at May’s, eating a bowl of ice cream and watching that movie. She was on the other side of the couch, remembering how she would always watch princess movies with you when you were little. The ending credits started rolling through the screen, and you smiled. It was a good movie, and you had really liked it. You wondered if you would ever be able to persuade Peter to watch it with you, and your heart dropped. He wouldn’t. He hated you, Liz had said so, and he had obviously told her stuff you didn’t know. He had chosen her, and you been left in dark, your heart shattering because he hadn’t wanted it.

“Are you thinking about him?” May asked. She had watched the quick transition of your smile to a broken expression. You looked at her, and a tear slid down your cheek without permission. You swiped it away, and faked a smile. 

“No. That was a good movie, though. It really reminds me of one of my other favorites.” You told her about one of your favorite movies.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve seen that one!” May said. She was lying, but she had to keep to the plan that she and Tony had been working on for days. 

“Really? It’s amazing! I’m sure you would love it, and it’s on Netflix.” You said.

“Let’s watch it then!” May said excitedly, fiddling with the remote. You looked at your phone, wondering if you should go home. You knew Peter wouldn’t be back anytime soon, but you didn’t want to risk the chance.

“It’s only 7, and I’m sure Tony won’t mind if I text him. Peter won’t be back until the morning.” She reminded you. You nodded, despite the voice in the back of your head warning you of something wrong. The movie started, and you watched it, eating your ice cream slowly. When a scene you didn’t like started, you got up to put your bowl in the sink. When you had washed out your bowl, you sunk to the floor, pulling your knees up to your chest as your side throbbed. Bruce had taken a couple X-Rays before you left for May’s, and just to your luck, you had both the conditions that Bruce had been talking about. The pain killers were just starting to wear off, and you had forgotten the next dosage at the Tower. You knew that Peter had some in his room for when you guys would come back from watches with injuries, but you didn’t want to go get them just yet. You rested your head on you knees when you heard the door open, and a very familiar voice start talking.

“Hey, I’m back.” Peter’s voice echoed in from the front room.

“I thought you were at Ned’s.” May’s voice answered.

“His mom needed him to do some stuff, so we’ll just work on the English project later.” Your shoulders started shaking, but you knew you should go back in. It would be less awkward than if he walked in and saw you crying on the floor without any explanation. You walked out, your hands crossed over your torso, trying you keep your heart together. Peter turned at the noise of your bare feet scuffing the floor. You bit your lip at the confused face you were giving him, but then his face brightened. 

“What-what are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked, and you bit your lip. You didn’t think you would be able to talk.

“Y/N and I are having a movie night since she hadn’t been over in a while.” May answered for you, and you nodded, slipping past him to the couch.

“Oh, that-that’s cool.” Peter answered, and you wanted to start crying again. Here he was, acting like nothing had ever happened, not your escape, not the fight, not even the Liz thing. Like he didn’t even know you. Peter sat down on the arm chair, and started watching the movie with you. He had seen it before, you had made him because it was one of you favorites. Your only focus was on not looking at Peter. You didn’t know how many more brutal hits you could take. You could feel him staring at you, and it was all becoming a little too difficult. You were about to make an excuse about having to go home when May’s phone buzzed with a text. 

“Shoot, they need me down-town to cover a grave yard shift for someone.” She said, jumping off the couch and grabbing her keys. You got up to go, but May blocked the door from you.

“Tony said that they got a mission call, and he wants you to stay here because you’re hurt,” Peter’s eyebrows knitted together in concern and guilt. “and he told Peter to not worry about coming in. Whatever that means.” She showed you her phone to prove, and your shoulders sank in defeat. May said goodbye to both of you, and you fell back on the couch. After about 10 minutes of neither of you saying anything, you got up, and walked out the door. Peter shot up after you.

“Y/N! Y/N!” You heard as you walked out of the apartment complex and into the rain. You were almost instantly drenched, but you continued to walk until you felt someone grab your arm. You whipped around in alarm, but all you saw was Peter’s face, with his drenched hair dangling in front of his eyes. You got the urge to move them back into place, and you shook your head, trying to ignore the electricity you felt at his touch. 

“What?” You said, your voice cracking slightly.

“Where are you going? Mr. Stark told you to stay here!” Peter said, shaking his head to clear the water out of his eyes. You bit your lip so you wouldn’t smile.

“Well, I honestly don’t care what Tony says, and I really don’t want to bother you!” You shouted through the downpour. You shook Peter’s hand off your arm, and started walking again. You had only made it a couple paces when you felt someone’s arms wrap around your waist, picking you up.

“Peter, stop! Put me down, right now!” You yelled, trying to kick out of his grasp. You cursed his powers, because there was no way he could have done this before the spider bite. 

“Mr. Stark told you to stay here! Plus, what will Aunt May think when she comes back and your gone?”

“I don’t care! Put me down!” You said, trying to ignore the building pain in your side. Peter walked into the alley beneath his window, and shot a web to the fire escape, pulling you up with him. You held in a cry as he held your side. When you got to his window, he let go, and you started running, trying to get far enough away so you could zap back into the Tower. You were about ready to zap, but one of Peter’s webs caught your back, preventing you from running any further.

***

Peter’s POV:

I stared at Y/N running, and I grinned. She’s my best friend, and I missed her more than I could explain, but seeing her again just made me happy. And she didn’t look anxious or anything, like May said. I just wanted a chance to say sorry, but I chickened out.

***

Peter pulled the web back until he could pick you up again. You didn’t bother trying to fight, you were exhausted and freezing from the cold rain. He was smiling down at you, and a tear rolled down your cheek without his notice, This is how you wanted it to be, but you couldn’t shake the thought of Liz telling you that Peter hated you. He jumped through his open window, still holding you in his arms. You secretly marveled at his strength. He put you down, and you walked back into the front room without saying a word. Peter followed you, and watched you slump into the couch, defeated. He sat back in the armchair, watching you as you curled up and watched the movie again. Not saying a word.


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Bucky Barnes X Reader - Enough

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

Another Request from a nonny :D this one is sad. just FYI

Prompts: 
#40 - I don’t want to be just the next girl
#49 -What am I to you?


Summary: You love Bucky but you don’t want to be just the next girl. Your hearts been broken and dragged through the mud that when he says he loves you you don’t believe him. 


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Bucky sat down next to you on the couch and you tensed. You liked him. everyone knew it. Even the man himself knew it but he had made it quite clear he wasn’t going to date you. Of course, him knowing you liked him didn’t stop him from parading around his one-night stands in front of you. Hell, even now as you tried to think of a way to escape the room he was talking with Tony about the girl from last night. Your heart clenches and you stand up. “Where are you going (Name)?” Tony asks causing everyone to look at you.

“Steve promised me some training, I’m going to meet him.” You lie knowing that at the moment Steve was truthfully in the gym having his alone train time, but you needed an out.

“You want some company in the elevator?” Wanda asks and you nod.

“Sure,” You reply not even bothering to glance at Bucky. He knew he was hurting you. There was no way he didn’t. You and Wanda walk to the elevator in silence until you’re inside it.

“You okay?” She asks and I shake my head.

“I’m thinking about quitting honestly.” You answer truthfully giving her a sad smile.

“You shouldn’t quit just because of Barnes. There are plenty of fish in the sea as they say.”

“It just hurts seeing him every day, knowing he knows and that he doesn’t want me,” You pause as tears fill your eyes. “I can’t help wishing that I was just one of those girls.”

“But then you’d be just like them. One and done.” Wanda adds making you nod in agreement.

“I don’t know what else to do though. I think it’ll be best if I take a break from all this. At least for now.”

“If that’s what you really want.” She adds and you nod. When the elevator signals that you have reached the floor you were aiming for you give her a forced smile and then head off to find Steve. You find him lost in thought as he beat the hell out of a punching bag. Without interrupting him you move to the locker room and quickly change into your workout clothes. When you come back out he is sitting on one of the benches his hand held out in front of him.

“You okay hun?” you ask as you near him causing his head to snap up to look at you.

“Oh, it’s you (Name), what are you doing here?” He asks finding his composure.

“I felt like beating the shit out of one of those punching bags, but it seems you beat me too it.” You say motioning to all the destroyed punching bags lying in the corner. He chuckles before he stands up and walks over to you.

“You want me to spar with you?” He asks and you ponder the thought.

“I don’t know, I feel like I could kill someone right now. I don’t want to hurt you.” You say making him smile. He wouldn’t say it out loud but he was also peeved about Bucky’s attitude.

“I could help you let off a little steam.” He adds and you look up into his blue eyes. “I feel like I deserve a few punches today.”

“As much as I would like to be the person who beat Captain America,” You pause as a smile fills his lips. “I don’t want to take my anger out on you. It’s not your fault I’m in love with a jerk.”

“He wasn’t always like this (Name), I don’t know what he’s up to anymore.”

“You don’t have to make excuses for him Steve, it’s okay.” You say gently placing your hand on his arm. “I have to talk to you honestly though. I’m thinking about taking some time off.”

“I understand.” He says his eyes finding yours.

“I wanted to quit; but I can’t just leave a job I love, plus one I’m good at; all over a guy.” You add making him nod. “I don’t suppose you know any good guys that are looking for a date, are you?” He pauses for a moment his eyes widening a little.

“You mean like a blind date type thing?” he asks and you nod.

“Yeah, I mean the best way to get over a lost love is to fall in love again right?”

“I’ll take your word for it.” He says his eyes turning sad.

“How about this,” You say walking over to the mats. “I win, you set me up on a date.”

“And if I win?” He asks and you shrug.

“What do you want?”

“How about if I win, you take me to dinner and a movie.” He says and you smile.

“Like a date?”

“Not a date date, just a friendly date where we hang out without any worries.” He says and you nod.

“Then it’s a deal. Bring it on old man.”

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“Okay that wasn’t fair.” You say as Steve and you walk out of the gym and toward the elevator.

“You’re the one who got distracted.” Steve replies and you roll your eyes.

“Okay, taking your shirt off to spar with me wasn’t fair and you know it.” You chuckle making him smile.

“It’s not my fault you are easily distracted.” He adds and you roll your eyes.

When the elevator arrives it opens to reveal Bucky and his latest girl for the evening making out in the corner and my smile fades. I feel my heart clench in my chest as I look stare at them. It was obvious that they didn’t even notice the elevator had stopped let alone they were being watched by you and his best friend. That was until Steve cleared his throat causing you to jump slightly in shock.

“Oh,” She giggles a smile covering her messy red covered lips. “Sorry, didn’t notice it had stopped.”

“Well it did.” You find yourself saying angrily causing her to glare at you. You glare back anger and rage filling your body.

“Come on (Name),” You hear Bucky say and you look to him and shake your head. There were a million things you wanted to say to him but you just couldn’t.

“I think I left something back in the gym, wanna come with me (Name)?” Steve asks trying to get you away from the situation but you ignore him.

“I’m leaving.” You say to Bucky your eyes telling how hurt you truly were.

“Well yeah, you’re going with Steve to the gym.” Bucky replies and you chuckle slightly out of anger.

“No Barnes, I meant I’m quitting.” You reply and his face turns cold. “Just thought you should know.” Before he has a chance to reply the doors close and your left there to stare at the closed doors.

“Come on (Name), we’ll take the stairs.” Steve says and you chuckle making tears of anger fill your eyes. “Is exercise all you can think about Rogers?”

“Only when my friends are hurting.” He replies making you wrap your arms around his waist and hug him tight. His arms wrap around you as he leans down to gently kiss the top of your head.

“Is it so bad?” You ask into his chest as the tears fall.

“Is what so bad?”

“I don’t want to be just the next girl to him. I can’t help it but I want him to love me like I love him.”

“I’m sorry (Name).” He says and you shake your head and pull away from him wiping your cheeks dry.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” You reply putting on a brave face. “Can we have that date tonight?”

“(Name),”

“I’m only asking cause I need to get out of here.” I add and he nods.

“Okay, I’ll meet you in an hour in the front room.”

“Okay, see you then.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Okay maybe next time we don’t watch a horror movie.” You say a smile filling your lips as you remember how scared Steve had been.

“I just don’t like clowns.” Steve calrifies and you nod.

“Same here,”

“Then why did you want to see IT?” He asks and you shake your head.

“I wanted something to take my mind off all the, well you know.”

“Did it work?”

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna have nightmares for a while after that.” You add making him laugh.

The two of you walk into the front room to see everyone sitting on the couch watching a movie and you smile. Pepper and Tony were cuddling on the loveseat; while the couch was filled by Vision, Wanda, Sam, and Bucky. You didn’t meet his eyes when he looked at you but instead asked Steve if he wanted something to drink. After he said yes you left him there and made our way to the kitchen when you quickly found someone had followed you.

“What do you want Barnes?” You ask furrowing your brow.

“Did you and Steve have a fun date?” He asks and you roll your eyes are you reach up into the cabinet to grab some glasses.

“We did.” You reply. Let him think it was a real date. It’s not like he’d care either way.

“You can’t have me, so you’ll settle for Steve; is that how this works?” He asks making anger fill your body.

“I’m not settling for anything. You don’t want me, so I’m moving on.”

“With my best friend?!” He replies his voice raisning in anger.

“I’ll move on with whomever I want too. You don’t get a say!” You answer matching his tone.

“Why not?!”

“Are you fucking kidding me Barnes?!” You yell out anger coursing through your veins. You had had enough. “What am I to you?!”

“You’re my friend.” He says his tone growing lower.

“I am not your friend! You do not treat your friends like this.”

“Like what?”

“Bucky, you know I love you.” You say causing him to look down at the bar in front of him. “I love you so much it hurts me, but what hurts more is knowing you don’t love me back.” You pause for a moment as you try to calm your anger. “You flaunt your endless line of hussies in my face but I’m just supposed to grin and bear it. You want me to act like my feelings mean nothing, well I’m sorry but I can’t do that.”

“What do you want?” He asks his eyes finally looking up into yours.

“I don’t want to be just the next girl.” You say your heart clenching. “I want to be with you; but even I know that can’t happen. You don’t love me. If you were to tell me you love me now, I wouldn’t believe you. I love you James, but I can’t be in love with you anymore.”

“(Name), you don’t really wanna be with me.” He says sadness filling his eyes. “I’m not a good person.”

“I know that, but you are a good man. Deep, deep, deep down inside you are a good man. It’s just a shame I won’t get to see it.”

“You’re not really leaving are you?” He asks and you nod.

“I am,” You reply as you walk over to the fridge to grab the water jug. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I owe your best friend a glass of water.” You quickly pour up the water and setting the jug back in the fridge you go to grab the glasses only to be stopped by Bucky grabbing your arm. “Let me go.” You say not wanting to fight anymore.

“Don’t leave.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I love you.” He says making you look at him in annoyance.

“I don’t believe you.” You reply as you try to pull your arm free from his grasp.

“It’s the truth, I love you.”

“I told you, even if you told me I wouldn’t believe you; and I don’t.” You say defeat filling your eyes. You didn’t care anymore. You just wanted to leave. What you weren’t expecting was for Bucky to kiss you passionately as he pressed you up against the fridge. Your eyes widen in surprise for a moment before you shove him away and reaching your hand back slap him hard across the face. The sound resonates off the walls making everyone else rush into the room to see tears falling from your eyes as Bucky stared off in the direction you had forced his face.

“I hate you.” You say tears falling from your eyes as you run from the room.

“What did you do Buck?” Steve asks as he walks over to his friend.

“I just told her the truth, that I loved her.” He replies as he clenches his jaw his eyes turning watery.

“I think you’ve hurt her too much Buck, there’s no way she’d believe you now.”

“I kind of got that from the slap Steve,” Bucky says as he reaches up to run a hand through his hair.

“Why’d you take it this far anyway?”

“I don’t deserve her, I thought that if I acted like the biggest dick she’d ever met she’d move on. I didn’t think she’d leave. I don’t want her to leave Steve.”

“It’s a little too late for that.” Steve says causing Bucky to clench his jaw.

“I think you’re right. I fucked up; and now I’ll never see her again.” Bucky says making Steve clench his jaw. “It’s my fault, I just wish I could go back in time and tell her the truth. Before it all turned out like this.”

“The things we’d do differently if we had the choice, I have a few. It’s called regret Buck.”

“I know, and I regret it all.”

Anything Can Happen In The Next Half Hour - Sixteen

Spencer left Penelope’s office in a huff.

SHE was in there and the two had been smiling and laughing with each other. He wondered whether they’d been laughing about him, but then again he didn’t think Garcia would be cruel enough to make jokes at his expense.

Y/N on the other hand…. Her comment about not being able to cope if the rest of the team found out about them had really gotten to him, so much so that he was pretty much blanking Y/N completely. He knew he was being immature and childish but she’d really hurt his feelings and it was the only way he knew how to react. Yes, it was meant to be just sex with no strings attached but the fact that she’d seemed so distraught about the others potentially finding out had felt like a kick to the gut, especially after he’d been honest with her already about his insecurities when it came to being weighed up against the other male members of the team.

Feeling annoyed, Spencer quickly finished his paperwork and submitted it to Hotch before gathering up his things and leaving. On a normal day he’d have stayed behind to help the others clear the mounds of paperwork that always accumulated after every case, but today he just needed to be away from the BAU. Away from her.

When Y/N left Penelope’s office she went looking for him. She needed to apologise for what she’d said, the way she’d said it. She wasn’t ashamed of sleeping with him as such, she just didn’t want the whole of the BAU questioning them, judging them, and teasing them. It would make things awkward and she wasn’t very good at dealing with awkward. She couldn’t find Spencer though and when she asked Rossi where he was, she was disappointed to find that he’d left for the day. Sighing, she settled back in at her desk to complete the last of her paperwork finally leaving two hours later and driving straight to Spencer’s apartment building and banging on his door.

“What?” he said wearily when he pulled opened the door and saw it was Y/N.

“I’m sorry for what I said okay. I’m sorry for the way it sounded.”

Spencer shrugged but made no effort to move aside to let her in.

“Can we talk about this like adults please, I said I was sorry!”

“You did. Nearly a week after you said it. I get it, we’re not dating, you don’t HAVE to be considerate of my thoughts and feelings at all. But even after I tell you about my insecurities, you still manage to make me feel bad about myself.”

“Spence…. I never meant to. I just… What we’re doing is between us. Not them. You know how badly Derek would rip us, you know the sly little comments Rossi would make. Is it really worth it all just for sex?”

Something flickered across Spencer’s face and Y/N realised that yet again, she’d said the wrong thing. But there was no way she was admitting that maybe, just maybe this had been about more than that. She couldn’t, not when she’d preached and preached to him that this was just about them both getting their kicks.

“Just leave. Please.”

“Spence… ” Y/N tried to think of the right thing to say but her brain was coming up with a blank. His face was a set resolve and she sighed, retreating from his door frame and allowing him to close the door on her.

A few months passed by and although things were strained between Spencer and Y/N, it was slowly becoming easier. Luckily, as they’d never acted like the best of friends to begin, with the only person who really sensed something was up was Garcia. And she quite frankly wanted to smash both of their heads together.

Y/N found herself missing their late night chats, not just the pervy ones. She missed their conversations about movies and literature, she missed the casual banter that had flowed so easily online between them. She missed DrJackblacklover21, which in turn meant that she missed Spencer.

She logged in almost every night, even when they were out on a case and in hotel rooms a few doors away from each. She waited, watching his name on her list of friends to see if his tiny light would start to flash, but it never did.

What she didn’t know was that Spencer was doing the same, but from a different profile he’d set up essentially to spy on her. As horrible as she’d made him feel, he missed their talks too. Hell, he missed her. But he had no idea how to talk to Y/N about this, especially not after how she’d made him feel. The more he replayed that conversation though, the more he realised that maybe he’d jumped to the wrong conclusion about what she’d said and what she’d meant. He hadn’t wanted to rest of the team to find out either because of the incessant teasing that would have followed. But he was stubborn, and didn’t know how to admit to her that maybe he had been out of line. She had turned up at his door to try to apologise after all, and he’d simply dismissed her.

“Hey Kid, you still coming to Rossi’s tonight?” A large hand clamped down on Spencer’s shoulder and he looked up to see Derek hovering over him.

Rossi had invited the whole team plus some of the other members of the FBI to a soiree at his, a standard practice that took place every six months or so. Reid didn’t particularly want to go this evening, not with the atmosphere between him and Y/N still being frosty, but he really had no excuse.

He’d heard Garcia and Emily asking the same question of Y/N earlier so he knew she definitely was going to be there. He nodded at Morgan, shuffling the papers in front of him on the desk, his shoulders heaving with a sigh.

“Reid. You okay?” Derek looked at him with concern and Spencer plastered a smile on his face.

“I’m fine, honestly. Just tired. I’m still coming though but I won’t be staying for long.”

“That’s a shame. That cute little brunette Lexie from the second floor is going to be there, or so I hear. You know, the one from sex crimes? A little birdy told me that she has quite the crush on our resident genius here.”

Reid had told Derek that his online ‘thing’ had fizzled out and ever since, all his friend had done was point out other females to him.

“The little birdy was probably talking crap Derek. I’ll see you later, I’ve got things to do.” Derek’s face fell as Spencer collected his bag from under his desk and pushed away from his seat.

His friend was acting weird and had been for a while now. Something was up, he just didn’t know what. Maybe Garcia would know?

He went off to find out.