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Here's the final part of this long awaited groupchat! Hoping to get back into the swing of posting more often so feel free to drop some asks for groupchat content 🥰
Summary: Everyone knows you don't piss off Y/N. What will happen when someone ignores the warning? Groupchat!
A request from @wsoldieranon. Finally a little inspiration came to me! Hopefully I can actually start working on these requests! Next parts will be up soon 🥰
Summary: Everyone knows you don't piss off Y/N. What will happen when someone ignores the warning? Groupchat!
Since I've apparently decided to come back to life and restart this blog, here's a reblog of the groupchat I started over 2 years ago 🙃 I promise I've actually finished it and will post the concluding parts this week
Summary: Bucky wants to ask you eight simple words. “Will you go out with me on Friday?” He’s hoping you’ll say yes. But first he has to protect you from the creep in booth 7.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Language, mild/very brief harassment (not by Bucky), possible spoilers maybe but nothing revealed plotwise.
A/N: Requested by @lookiamtrying. Her prompt is in bold.
𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥 by the wonderful @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog but any and 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯
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Of all the things to be worried about, he never envisioned asking you out would be one of them. He’s overcome so much since he returned from the blip, progressed more than anyone expected. So why can’t he make himself go into this diner and ask you one simple question, eight words. The worst that can happen is that you’ll say no and he’ll hide away in his apartment and binge on ice cream for a week.
Bucky wipes his right hand off on his black jeans. People flowing around him while he puts his glove back on. The steady thrum of the city-vendors shouting, cars honking, conversations mashed together- fading to a buzz as he concentrates on his plan. Go in, smile like a regular person, ask her out without being weird.
“Hi, Bucky,”
He looks up, recognizing Yori’s voice floating down from his open window. Shielding his eyes from the afternoon sun, he finds his friend waving to him. “Hey”
“Good luck and don’t come back without her number,” he shouts loud enough that people gawk as they walk around him. Bucky tucks his cap down, a deep flush sweeping across his cheeks. “Or I’ll get it myself,” he threatens, shaking his small fist at Bucky.
“Alright, alright,” Bucky holds his hands up, “I’m going.”
Yori nods in approval before slamming his window shut, Bucky chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “I need to make more friends,” he mutters to himself.
If all goes well, you might be more than a friend. He’s been out of practice for so long, he’s been relying on Yori and some interesting google searches to learn how to talk to a woman from this era. Even his therapist gave him some tips, much to his horror.
Push comes to shove, he’s going to ask Sam. Please don’t let push come to shove.
He used to be good at this. He wants to be good at this again, for you. And for himself. He may not have all his former moves or the confidence of his 1940s self, but this Bucky, the one in the century, he’s going to do his best. His road to recovery progressing faster than he expected. A few more names crossed off his list each month, returning a few more calls from Sam each week.
A request from @wsoldieranon. Finally a little inspiration came to me! Hopefully I can actually start working on these requests! Next parts will be up soon 🥰
Summary: Everyone knows you don't piss off Y/N. What will happen when someone ignores the warning? Groupchat!
𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 : Bucky had to sit back and watch another man touch you, but now that the ruse is over, he’s going to erase every trace of him off your skin.
Gif by @unearthlydust
𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: TFAWS Bucky x Reader
𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.9K
𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : Possessive (mostly protective) Bucky, creampie, hint of exhibitionism kink, breeding kink, choking, semi public sex, smut, (oral f receiving), minors DNI
A/N: Based on a gif and that scene from this week. Beta’d by the wonderful @whisperlullaby but all mistakes are my own.
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He knew he had fucked up, his arrogant demeanor slipping away when the former winter soldier glared at him. The tense, yet calm atmosphere shattered the second he snatched your hand off Bucky’s arm, placing a distinctly moist kiss on your knuckles while grabbing your thigh.
And when Bucky lifted him out of his seat by his throat, everyone knew that he would never make that mistake again.
Earlier that evening.
The nightclub certainly lived up to its reputation, you didn’t even make it past the entrance before you were being offered pink skull shaped candies. Shaking your head at what you assumed was ecstasy, you looked around the large room. Bright strobes of neon lights wave through the crowd splitting the darkness, the heavy thumping bass of the music vibrating through the floors. A husky mix of smoke, sweat, and liquor cling to the thick cloudy air.
People jump and sway around you, a mob of glittery, sweaty limbs touching and grinding against each other. You navigate through the crowd, swatting away wandering hands and stray lips until you make your way to the bar. Signaling the bartender, you order a shot of tequila, needing a little liquid courage.
You weren’t supposed to be here, but the only alias they could use to get a meeting with the buyer was part of a couple. And you were the only one that could help them out. Bucky was too well known through these parts and there was no way an Avenger could disguise himself among this crowd. Which left John Walker and you, a fact that Sam and Bucky hated.
You could see past Bucky’s stoic demeanor to the seething rage lurking beneath his seemingly cold indifferent blue eyes during the meeting, rage that grew each time John emphasized how loving the couple was known to be. The thought of having his hands on you turned your stomach.
Honestly, you were only doing this for Bucky.
While the information you could get from the buyer would help the team, it would also lead to another name on his list. A fact that only you and Bucky were aware of and the only reason he was allowing this to happen.
You know him so well that you picked up on the way the corner of his mouth twitched whenever he was upset, how he would tap his left knee with his index finger as if he were counting down in his head, a grounding technique he picked up from somewhere.
You intertwined your fingers in his while you listened, rubbing your thumb across his palm, tapping along with him. His quick squeeze telling you he was okay. He has to shut down and compartmentalize otherwise his emotions would get the best of him.
You and Sam remember the last time you were in danger, the destruction he reigned down to save you was astonishing. Rule number 2 of his does not apply to you in the slightest.
If he even thinks you’re in danger, there is no stopping him.
A fact he reminded a smug John of several times during the planning process.
You pulled down the end of your form-fitting teal dress and threw back the shot, the crystal clear liquid burning it’s way down your throat. Wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand, you slide the glass down the counter.
A/N: I'm in my sick feels so here's some sick whiny Peter 😔😔✨💔 also I wrote this at 2 am in like 20 mins lol so rip.
Wc:??
Warnings: uhh general sickness, Peter being a dramatic lil bitch.
Pairing: college!Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader (with a lot of platonic MJ)
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Peter was pretty sure he was dying. No, he wasn't being dramatic.
In all the years of being Spider-Man, he could count on his fingers the number of times he had gotten sick. And it was one.
He remembered when he got bit by the radioactive spider on the field trip to OsCorp, the week later which he spent in bed, sweating on every surface and a fever so high the doctors wondered how his brain hadn't melted yet.
Even when all the resources were exhausted, they couldn't find a cause, and the miraculous recovery with a plus of the sudden appearence of abs and growing biceps had been more of a relief than a dismissal by the doctors, each of them releasing a sigh of relief, neither of them noticing the strange behaviour Peter seemed to be exhibiting when he opened his eyes to the bright, technicolor world after seven days of brutal bouts of vomiting and brain splitting headaches.
So yes, Peter Parker didn't get sick. Not after the fateful spiderbite that made him who he was. Even Dr. Banner had been fascinated by his body chemistry, and if he hadn't been lost in his fangirling that the Brice Banner wanted to do more check ins of his body, he would have noticed that he could, in fact, get sick. His immune system may have significantly increased, but he was still not entirely immune to college kids germs who wore their underwear inside out to save laundry money.
"You look like a zombie." MJ deadpanned in true MJ fashion, pointing her pen, the bright pink plastic fake diamond a brief distraction from the headache pounding in his skull. It made him go squint eyed, inevitably increasing the headache when he saw past the blurry outline of the diamond.
"Thanks Em, appreciate it." He muttered, raising an eyebrow to look at her smirking face. He suddenly remembered about You. You and MJ had the same smile, he noticed, a lump of misery forming in his throat.
His mood dropped even more when he felt his throat burn with a strong sense of nostalgia. You weren't in college with him due to your job as a full time avenger, so sue him that he really fucking missed you. It's not like you never talked, but his head was killing him and he was really touch starved and college just really fucking sucked.
"I'm not being mean, believe it or not, but you look dead on your feet and your girlfriend will kill me if I bring you in more than one piece." She said, her voice softer than it had been before.
"I'm fine MJ, just do the project." He sighed, looking at his course book, trying to catch the sudden onset of magenta and green lights in his vision. Huh, maybe he was having a stroke.
Rubbing his left eye in frustration, he groaned, throwing his textbook across his room, flopping on the college issued bunk bed that he swore was going to give him back issues before his spidey shenanigans could.
"Y/N won't kill you, she respects you too much for that." He said, fiddling with the threads hanging on his sheets, a hand behind his head as he looked at the ceiling. Chills were starting to set in his bones, and it was not just by MJ's scrutinizing stare.
"You're sick." She stated, smirking as he rolled his eyes, rolling over and burying his face in the cool pillow.
"No shit Sherlock." He huffed, sitting up to take in a breath the pillow was restricting, the lump in his throat growing. And before he knew it, hot tears were rolling down his cheeks, a strange choking sound coming from his throat, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, and the heat of his fever wasn't making it any better.
"I- I miss y/n so much." He sniffed, his words sound clogged with the mucus stuffed in his sinuses and nose. Wiping a hand across his nose, he choked out a sob, burying his face deeper in his pillow.
"Hey, oh man, hey Parker! Oh god please don't cry, shit ok-" MJ rambled, her shuffling making him cry harder as he whined at the contact of her cool palm, "shit you're burning up! Oh man who do I call who do I call? Of course I'm an idiot."
Her mutters were kind of soothing, but he was too embarrassed to admit that as he brought the pillow closer to him, imagining it was you instead of a stuffed cotten pillow, trying to feel your fingers running through his hair as you repeatedly kissed his forehead.
Sniffling, he blinked hard, watching MJ pace as she talked on the phone with someone, his brain too disoriented trying to get the heat to expel from his body to notice who she was talking to. She looked frantic, her palm over her mouth as her muffled words made his eyes droop, and just like that, he was out like light.
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"Hey, wake up baby, I came bearing gifts." Your soft voice rose him up from his unrestful slumber, groaning as sudden noises bombarded his ears.
He gave a sigh of relief when he felt a familiar pair of headsets on his ears, the noises quietening. He opened his eyes, slowly at first to see a vague silhouette of you, wondering if this was some kind of fevered dream.
You and Peter face timed a lot, but you rarely visited due to the long drives. You had visited just this weekend, so he was surprised to see you here, his head cushioned on your thigh as your fingers ran over his hair.
"Am I dreamin'?" He croacked, a smile forming on his face as he heard you giggle, warmth spreading in his chest as you leaned in to kiss his forehead.
"No dummy, you just have a temperature high enough to burn Satan." You smirked, booping his nose softly.
"That's pretty hot. I'm so hot." He snickered, turning around to dig his nose into your thigh.
"Yeah, you're the hottest. My hot dum dum." You said. Shifting slightly, he heard the rustling of bottles, immideatly knowing those were his super painkillers Dr. Cho had brewed specifically for his metabolism.
"You didn't have to come all over here baby, did you use your suit?" Peter asked, getting up from his position. Wincing, he cracked his neck, groaning as his body reminded him of his current condition. He felt like a giant bruise, slumping next to you as you wrapped your arm around his shoulder.
"You're worth it Petey. I would go wherever you go." You whispered, brushing his curls back. Getting up, you reached for the filled glass you had kept at the bedside, handing it to him along with the pills. He took them gratefully, gulping the pills and the water down at once.
Leaning on your shoulder, he kissed the exposed skin of your shoulder, rubbing his forehead over there as he thanked you silently, a random chill shooting up his spine, making his muscles spasm.
"Where's MJ?" He muttered, looking at you through his lashes.
"Dunno," you muttered back, "said something about not wanting your germs or something."
"Probably just went to room with Harley. She's got a huge fucking crush on him, just won' admit it." Peter said, smirking from his position.
"Really? I didn't notice!" You snickered, rolling over to squish his cheeks.
"Please, I bet he'll ask her out by the end of this semester."
"This semester? I bet that's gonna happen by the end of this month."
"Bet's on then."
Laughing at the crack oh his voice, you pushed him back lightly by his chest, scratching his sweaty scalp as he sighed under your fingers.
"Y/n?" He asked, holding your fingers to his chest.
"Hmm?"
"Thanks for coming so soon."
"Of course I came dummy."
Smiling at his dimpled face, you wiggled a little to fit next to him, wrapping your hand over his chest and throwing your leg over his.
"Y/n?" He asked again.
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
"I love you too."
A/N: this is so self indulgent 😋😋 lol. Leave a comment if you liked it! 💞💞
Warning: very light swearing (only one) Ratings: PG-13
Word Count: 1216 😝
A/N: Very tired rn so srry if it sucks, likes, reblogs and comments always welcomed, and of course follows. 😍😁
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Bucky watched as she pored his coffee careful not to spill any of the scorching brown liquid on herself, something she'd done a great deal in the past week.
He watched as she pored cream and sugar into the dark liquid turning it an almost almond color, she knew just the right amount he liked.
And he watched as her skillful hands wrote his name on the cup in black sharpie. And he watched as her eyes scanned around the half full shop for him, her eyes going over everyone's till hers met his steel blue ones.
And that's all he did, watch. Too scared to say a word to her, what if she didn't like his voice the way he though her's was as sweet as honey? And how she would laugh at her coworkers jokes, the sound was quite literally music to his ears.
And every time Sam, Steve and him walked by they always pressed him to ask her out, even just as friends if she didn't feel the same.
Bucky always though his friends were picking on him when they suggested it, or how they'd teased him when his face would light up whenever they walked pass or even mention a certain coffee shop near Central Park.
But really they just wanted their friend to get back out in the world of dating, he was quite lonely in that cyborg brain of his.
''Bucky?'' Her voice broke through his trance, she'd been calling out his name a couple times since the people around him were looking at him. He smiled and got up slightly blushing and fully embarrassed.
''You okay Buck?'' She asked him sweetly with worry written across her face. His heart stuttered just at the little nickname, even if everyone called him that; it was just something about her saying his name that drove him crazy.
He cleared his throat, ''Yeah, H...how are you?" Damn why did he have to talk like such an idiot around her.
''I'm alright, it's a little cold out but that's fall in New York City for you.'' She quietly laughed and he smiled at her.
But her smile in return didn't quite reach her eyes, like it usually did. He could tell something was bother her and knew she wouldn't talk about unless someone else brought it up. He'd seen it before on his trips to the coffee shop, she just didn't want to burden anyone with her problems.
I want to be the person she'd come to to talk. He'd thought to himself countless times, looks like this is the perfect opportunity.
''There's something else?'' He questions cocking his head to the side like a puppy dog.
''Oh no, everything's fine buck.'' She said shaking her head. He knew she was lying and he was just persistent.
''Come on Doll, tell me what's wrong. If it's bothering you then you should let it out.'' He said.
She sighed and looked back up at him, clear concern was clear in the way his steel blue eyes ran over her own and the slight dropping of his furrowed brows and the way he ran his tongue over his pink lips, wetting his slightly chapped kiss.
''My breaks in about an hour, we could talk then?'' She asked and he agreed, sitting back at the table he'd come to everyday when he'd come for coffee and waited for (Y/N), that hour seemed to drag on forever.
Every once in a while, while serving or making coffee she would glance over to his table to make sure he'd still be there. He'd never leave without saying a goodbye to her though.
''You know I keep this table open for when you come in, I know how you like looking out the window.'' She said sitting down her own coffee a lot darker then his own.
''Really?'' He asked quietly, being this close to her he could smell her floral perfume and see all the little freckles and beauty marks doting along her cheeks and jaw. So beautiful yet she looked tried and sorrowed.
''Yeah.'' She said shrugging her shoulder and taking a sip of her coffee. Her nails were painted a light shade of blue.
Wait why was he noticing these details? He'd never noticed these things about Natasha or Wanda or even Pepper, yet with her? He could see all the little spots she tried to cover up with makeup. But to him he'd never cover them up, she was to beautiful to cover up or hideaway.
''Doll what's really wrong?'' He asked taking a sip of his own refilled coffee. She sighed and looked away.
''My...my b-ex...broke up with me this morning.'' It was as if a brick wall hit him, she had a boyfriend?
Of course she had a boyfriend I mean look at her, and her personality? Any man or women would lover her.
''I'm so sorry (Y/N)'' He said and took her hand in one of his gloved hand, something in which she questioned him on a daily basics.
She squeezed his hand in hers, ''No, no it's okay, he well...he well was cheating. And I guess I knew that but I just wanted to give him a chance to change. I guess I was stupid to think he'd ever change.'' She said frowning slightly as she babbled on. He also frowned, deeply.
He cheated on her. How stupid could this guy be to cheat on someone like her.
''Doll, you're not stupid. You give second chances to people you think disserves them, you're kind and smart and he's a worthless piece of trash if he can't see once right in front of him.'' Bucky babbled on as a small smile drew its way on her face.
''And you're beautiful.'' He said out of breath from his little rant, his eyes lighting up at letting that slip out.
''You- B-you're also beautiful.'' She stuttered out and shook her head, he laughed and they both smiled at each other.
''Thank you Buck, you actually make me happy'' His heart squeezed at that. She always made him feel better, Steve and the rest of the team always made him feel better on a bad day...even Sam.
Sometimes.
And he just wanted to do that for at least one person after everything.
''Doll...I know that you just got out of a mess but would...would you like to get dinner with me? It doesn't have to be a date I...I just thought-'' She stopped him with a smile and a squeeze of her hands still in his gloved ones.
''How 'bout an early lunch? I'm starving.'' He smiled, blue eyes shining.
''Sounds good.'' He said and they both got up dumping their empty cups on the way out.
''By the way...why do you wear those gloves? I mean I can see in the winter but in the Summer? Really Bucky?'' She teased her own eyes twinkling with laughter. He shook his head smirking down at her, throwing him arm around her shoulder protecting her from the strong winds.
Warnings: Angst; unhealthy coping mechanisms; very lite smut (but not between Reader and Bucky); swearing, mentions of canon typical violence
The bar was way too loud.
I’d come out with Bucky, but it seemed like I had looked away for one second and he was gone. The last I could remember he was up by the bar ordering us another round of drinks and hitting on the bartender who was smiling and laughing along with him. She ran her finger up his arm and I snorted when I saw her mouth something about his ‘hard muscles’. His jacket had long sleeves, but how do you miss the metal arm?
It didn’t bother me that the bartender was hitting on him. Not at all. Not even a tiny bit.
That had been an hour ago though and I was yet to see him reappear. Jesus, how long does it take to get a couple of drinks? The bartender was gone too, so for all I know they’d decided to head back to his place.
But am I bothered? Rhetorical question, because the answer is of course not. We weren’t a ‘thing’. If he wanted to have a one night stand with someone he met in a dive bar downtown, who was I to tell him no? In fact I hoped he was having fun.
I finally decided that I might as well get my own fucking drink at this point when I was saved by some dude in a leather jacket carrying an unopened bottle of beer. A little seedy looking, but not ugly by any means, he introduced himself as Cliff, the lights reflecting off his blond hair. I could feel his eyes roaming my body hungrily.
I took the drink.
He wasn’t my normal type, but if Bucky was content to just abandon me at this bar, he couldn’t be too upset if I found company.
Cliff was pretty funny, if a little handsy. We’d taken to the dance floor after some time chatting, and despite his appearance I had to admit the man could move. He was grinding against me, his hands wandering around my body, sliding around my hips and waist and ass, and when he stepped in closer I could feel something hard pressing into me. God, I hadn’t been fucked in weeks and the feeling of his hands on me was starting to make me dizzy, especially the way he grazed over the curves of my chest. His breath was hot in my ear, whispering all the things he wanted to do to me tonight and his fingers were sliding around my thighs until I had to press myself against him just to make sure the bouncer couldn’t see the intimate way this guy was touching me.
Cliff had just managed to ask if I wanted to come back to his place when I felt someone tug on my shoulder and I fell backwards away from my partner and against a strong chest.
Bucky.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Cliff’s face had formed a grimace, his hands raised in confusion.
“She’s with me, asshole.” The venom in Bucky’s voice was unmistakable.
“I’ve been talking to her for hours man, you lost out.” Cliff tried to wrap his arms around my waist and pull me closer when Bucky pushed him roughly.
“What are you doing?” I snapped at Bucky, but he wasn’t even looking at me, his eyes glinting with anger and locked on Cliff, cold and calculating. I’d seen that look before, seen it when we’d been away on missions. It meant trouble.
Cliff stepped forward like he was preparing to fight, but I threw myself at Bucky, forcing him backwards and away from the dance floor, an apologetic expression on my face and directed at Cliff. The bouncer had started circling and I just focused on getting Bucky out, the last thing I needed was Bucky starting a fight. Steve would have a fit if he had to bail us out of jail.
When we finally made it outside, I realised Bucky’s arm was wrapped around my shoulder and I shoved him away hard, but he didn’t stumble back nearly as far as I wished. I didn’t want to yell at him here, it wouldn’t do any good, so I marched away from him down the street, trying to cool off.
I could hear him calling after me, but I ignored him, and he followed me from a safe distance. I wasn’t nearly as strong as him, but you bet I could kick his ass.
“Where are you going?” he sounded annoyed.
Something inside me crackled with anger. What right did he have to be annoyed with me? “I’m going home!”
Bucky jogged to catch up with me, his hand wrapping around my wrist to stop me but I ripped it from his grip.
“What’s your problem?” he asked.
“Seriously? What’s my problem? What the fuck was that, Bucky? You had no right to do that back there!”
“What are you talking about? That sleeze had his hands all over you!”
“So? You don’t get to decide who I sleep with!”
“Gentlemen don’t touch women like that!”
“They don’t start fights in bars either!”
Bucky’s lips pressed together in a tight line, but he swallowed whatever he’d been about to say. I looked around and found that there were people listening in, so I darted into an alleyway, wandering down until I was content that no one could see or hear this conversation.
I turned to face him, keeping my voice low and dangerous. “We fuck once after a mission weeks ago and you think you get to decide who I see?”
“We came out together.”
“And you had no problem disappearing with that bartender for hours.”
A look of realisation dawned across his face, his blue eyes widening. “I didn’t think you’d mind,” he said after a pause.
“I do- or I don’t- but that’s not the point, Buck! You don’t get to wander off to get blowjobs from random women and then decide other men don’t get to touch me. That’s a double standard.”
“I didn’t- she didn’t-” a blush had formed across his cheek, the prude.
“I don’t need to know,” I dismissed him with a wave of my hand and a shake of my head.
“No,” he sighed, rubbing his face. “I didn’t sleep with her.”
“What?” my voice softened considerably.
My mouth snapped shut and I felt my nostrils flare as I took a deep breath. Well, that wasn’t the situation I prepped for and now I had no idea how to respond.
“She- she wanted to, and I guess I got wrapped up in the attention, but I couldn’t. I’m not the type to have a one night stand, and she kissed me and I- it wasn’t you.” Bucky turned his face away, trying to avoid the nervous admittance.
“You heard me.”
My eyebrows knitted together as I watched him cautiously step in a touch closer, his hands raised in apology.
“I’m sorry,” his voice no louder than a whisper as he cupped my jaw in his hand, angling my face up until I was looking him in the eyes. “I acted like a jerk. I’m sorry. I just- I saw the way he was touching you and I- I got angry. I didn’t mean to upset you, I just didn’t think. Please forgive me.” His nose brushed mine as he pressed his forehead against me, my eyes fluttering shut and my heart beating uncomfortably fast.
I slid my hands up his chest around his neck and pulled him in tighter, my lips finding his and his hands finding my waist and then the small of my back as he gripped onto me. My tongue made its way between Bucky’s teeth and he met it with his before nipping lightly on my bottom lip, one hand rolling smoothly up my body to tangle itself in my hair. The feeling of his lips on my lips was more than it had been the last time he’d kissed me, after that mission almost a month ago when we’d both been so close to dying. No, those kisses had been about grounding ourselves in each other's bodies, proving that we hadn’t died in that battle no matter what the enemy had pushed into our minds, forced behind our eyes. The way Bucky had touched me then was rough like he’d needed release and he made sure we both found it, and he hadn’t been afraid to hurt me in the process. I’d liked it, liked how hard he’d been on me and in me, liked that way his hands found my throat and the bruises he’d left on me. In hindsight we both needed to prove that we weren’t afraid. But this- this was starved and gentle; something I hadn’t been sure he was capable of until this very moment.
He was afraid.
When the kiss finally broke, I pressed my face into Bucky’s chest, breathing heavy, his nose in my hair and his arms around my shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.”
could you do a bucky x reader where the reader is like chubby/bigger? i love your writing!!<3
A/N: Thank you so so much for reading my stuff! It means a lot! I loved this request, it was so cute to picture the whole scene and I wanted to write it since the moment I got it. So here you go... There’s a bit of implied smut so 18+ only please. (it’s just implied, the gif is just a soft Sebastian Stan that I feel like captures the whole vibe)
My inbox is always open if you want to request a headcanon or a blurb!
Comfort in your touch
Pairing: Bucky x gender neutral reader
Word count: 763 (I managed to keep this a blurb, yay!)
Warnings: Mentions of plus size/bigger reader.
Bucky finds comfort in your touch. He likes touching you to feel safe, and to feel close, and to feel that you are there.
You are on the early stages of your relationship when you discover that, and you think it is the cutest thing ever because he doesn’t even notice it. Like suddenly his hand reaches across the table and holds yours, or if you are watching a movie he starts playing with your fingers while his eyes stay glued to the screen; it is just a reminder, for you and him both.
So Bucky touches, we have established that. His hands wander around your body constantly, and his touch is like fire burning through your skin with warmth and love and tenderness.
What Bucky never notices, though, is how you move his hands when they come around the small bumps around your waist or when they wrap from behind you to rest on your stomach. It’s as unconscious to you as touching is for him, almost a reflex at this point, of you trying to avoid him holding for more than two seconds the thought of you having something that you would rather not have.
His hands are being extremely needy one day, anxiety being the one to blame. Bucky reaches around you while you are sitting on your couch, his hand traveling around your back through your mid-waist to lay there and pull you closer to him. The moment you feel that, his hand is hold and moved to your shoulder. He tries again and again, fingers moving down your back, but every time he’s meet with the same result.
“Are you okay?” He asks after a while.
“Yes, I am. Why?” You reply, baffled at his question.
“You are pushing me away.” He says in a whimper, his lips in a pout which you kiss lightly.
“I’m not, I’m right here Buck.” You grab his face and caress it softly.
“But your hand…” He travels his touch south again. “I wanted to hold you closer, but if you want me to stop I’ll just-”
You feel yourself panicking from what he is saying, you know exactly what he is talking about. “-no, no, I don’t want you to stop, it’s just that…” A sigh leaves your lips. “…I’m not a big fan of that particular area.”
There’s confusion all over Bucky’s eyes. How could you not be a fan of your body? Your gorgeous body, which gives him nights of restless sleep whenever he closes his eyes. He is completely lost from your words. “What’s not to love about your body?”
Words want to come out of your mouth but you try to stop them, not wanting to break the bubble you’ve been living in. Of course, Bucky notices that.
“You can tell me, I’m not here to judge. Especially not with a metal arm.” He jokes, making you smile a little.
“I just don’t like how that part of my body feels.” Your eyes travel down, not wanting to meet his. “Makes me feel a little heavier.” Your voice is not higher than a whisper.
Bucky’s eyes are filled with concern as he sees you playing with the hem of your shirt. “Hey.” With incredible ease he grabs you by the front of your waist and pulls you to his lap, facing him, your knees straddling his waist. “Your body is absolutely amazing. There is not one inch of it that I don’t love.” Your cheeks are burning hot from his words. His hands were traveling up and down your back and yours moved to the back of his head. “If someone ever told you things that made you feel bad about how you look then they are assholes. You have the most beautiful body I have ever seen.”
You move closer to him to kiss him. His hands quickly move to each side of your waist to hold you in place. “Thank you, Buck.” You say pressing your forehead to his.
He kisses you again, this time deeper. With his arms wrapped under your thighs he lifts you up and places you on your back. “I’m going to make sure you never feel like that again.” His lips move to your jaw and neck, leaving small bites and kisses. “Absolutely gorgeous.” He says under his breath while his mouth explores every inch of you.
Never again the conversation comes up, but Bucky makes sure to constantly remind you how much he loves you. This you. The whole you, insecurities and all, as you have always loved his.
tom shuts the reader up by kissing them, idk i just thought it would be really cute ;) <33
hope you like this ! sorry it’s so late
unicorns vs pegasuses
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After Tom had asked you to be his girlfriend, you’d expected the cute dates to end and the regular couple-life to begin. But no, you were wrong. Tom took you on at least two dates a month, and this is your first date as boyfriend and girlfriend.
It’s the bowling arena, and you’re currently in the lead, but not by much. You’re sitting across from Tom, who’s just sat back down after wiping out. You’d laughed when you saw the ball roll to the sidelines.
“Are you sure you don’t want to get the railings?”
“The baby bumpers?!” He gasps, feigning offense. “Never!”
“Alright, alright,” you giggle, and he sits across from you. Hopping to your feet, you grab your ball with a proud smile, waving it gently to him before spinning around and scoring a strike.
You come down from the platform with a skip in your step and an excited smile on your face.
“That was great, darling!” He gives you a high five and you laugh again. You sit beside him, thighs touching and he clasps his hands on his knees. You do the same, beaming at him while you reply.
“I guess that's the game.”
“Yeah?” He laughs. “Pizza’s coming in a few minutes, I think,” He says. “They’ve got a table for us over there.”
“Really?” You smirk and Tom raises a brow.
“What does that mean?”
“Race ya!” You take off, leaving Tom with a dropped jaw. He races after you, maneuvering around the people and muttering so many “excuse me’s.”
You laugh, shaking your foot in the air while you lean against the high table, seated with stools. “Beat ya,” You smile and Tom pants, mouth still open at the stunt you just pulled.
“I can’t believe you just did that.”
“What?” You giggle, taking your seat. Tom shakes his head with a grin, setting his phone face down before sitting across from you. You get lost in discussing the better animal: pegasuses or unicorns. Tom’s betting on unicorns, but you’re pretty hellbent on convincing him that unicorns are better. You sip your lemonade while walking with him to the arcade.
“The wings are so much cooler, don’t you think?”
“Mhm,” he smiles.
“Like, they have the power of flight? And running? It’s like the best transportation system ever, and they’re really great warrior animals, don’t you think? I know war is bad, but back in the greek mythology or whatever, they were used when they fought each other and-”
Suddenly, Tom’s lips connect with yours, effectively shutting you up. Tom laughs, sporting a blush while you stand there in shock.
“Sorry,” he laughs again, scratching the back of his neck, “You just- I just- I just really wanted to do that.”
“Oh,” You breath out, blinking to process the previous events.
“You’re… so adorable.” You look up at him, and he smiles again, biting his bottom lip. He goes on, though, just how you were with pegasuses. “I mean, how did I get someone as amazing as you? You’re so fucking smart.”
“Tom!”
“It’s true!”
“Do I need to kiss you to shut you up, too?”
He tilts his head and raises his eyebrows. “I mean, I’m definitely not against your kisses.
You roll your eyes, stepping onto the game simulator with a sheepish smile. “You’re insatiable.”
“You offered!”
“Just dance with me, Holland.”
“Fine,” he sets his lemonade down. “But I’m beating you with these foot combinations.”
“Dance Super Station is not ballet!” You wheeze out while clicking one of the game options.
heyyyy! could you maybe write something where the reader has really good sex w/ college!peter and spills all the tea to her roommate the morning after? thx girl!
sorry it took so long :( this is cute tho <3 (and i chose mj as the roommate😭)
also there’s no actual smut but beware ! there’s talks of sex !
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“Girl!” Michelle booms as you come into the doom room with a sly smile and your overnight bag. “Where have you been?!”
You chuckle, setting the bed down on your twin-sized mattress. “Uh… Peter’s.”
Her mouth drops open in surprise and immediately, she sits on the bed and pats it, motioning for you to do the same.
“Tell me everything, oh my god.”
You chuckle reminiscing on what took place just ten hours ago. “Well… we did it.”
“Yeah? Was he any good?”
“Oh my god,” you stand up, exasperated. “Like you wouldn’t believe!”
Her eyes widen and she eyes you slyly. “Really?”
“Yes! And I swear to god-“ you swallow a breath, as if there might be someone listening on the other side of the door. “Him being Spider-man and having super strength…” You bite your lip to contain your smile. “Hottest thing I've ever experienced in my entire life.”
“Damn…” she bites her lip too, eyes never leaving your figure. “So the super strength?”
“Yeah,” you glance up at the ceiling, eyes closing in bliss while you think about your encounters. “And oh my god,” you wipe your face, “his kisses and his tongue and his lips-”
“His lips?!” She laughs in shock, “What lips?!”
“I know right!” You giggle. “He may not have thick ones but damn, does he know how to work them.”
“Alright, alright, I believe you,” she motions her hands for you to slow down. “Did he eat you out?”
You nod feverishly, “Like he loved it.”
“Holy shit,” She laughs again and you join her.
“I know! He’s like-” you sigh, “a dream.” MJ hums and you go on. “I swear, he was just so gentle and tender and… sweet, but the right amount of hard and- and- and-” you rub your fingers together, “intense and fuck,” you exhale, “He’s just too perfect, I can’t.”
“So he’s not vanilla?”
Your eyes widen while you shake your head, a bashful smile plastered on your face. “Definitely not vanilla.”
“So homeboy can get it?”
“Homeboy can get it,” you confirm. “And he wasn’t even like- rude, like other boys, y’know? Like he genuinely cared about my experience.”
“Ugh,” she rolls her eyes. “Why’re you so damn lucky?”
You shrug, laying on your bed while staring at the ceiling. “I’m seeing him again, tonight.”
“Tonight?!” She sits upright. “You were over there yesterday! And the day before that!”
“I know, but…” You sit up, bringing your knees to your chest before dropping them and crossing them. “I don’t know. I sleep better when…”
“When you’re in his arms?” A smile creeps onto her face while she admits the cliche statement. You wipe at your nose, embarrassed and bashful.
“Shut up.”
“You brought it up!” She giggles at your flustered state. “C’mon, okay, so you said you sleep better when you’re next to him?”
“Yeah,” You nod. “I just feel… protected? I don’t know how to explain it, I just- I never wanna leave his side, y’know?”
She nods with a very large grin, and you look down into your lap where your fingers are fiddling with each other. “You know what this means, right?”
“What?” Your voice is sarcastic but she answers all the same.
“You’re in love.”
“What?!”
“With Peter Parker,” She nods, “You’re in love with him.”
Your mouth drops open in shock before closing and opening again. You’re so surprised that you don’t even have words for a witty response. Just then, a knock sounds at the door and it’s opening not a second later.
“Hey, babe,” Peter smiles at MJ before beaming at you. “You left your charger at my place,” He places it on your desk but slows down as he realizes you’re still looking at MJ in shock. “You alright?”
You shake out of it before nodding. “Yeah, ‘m great, baby,” You reach for his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. MJ smiles at the two of you before grabbing her textbooks.
“I’ll be at the library with Harry, if you need me,” she nods goodbye to you and then closes the door on her way out.
“I missed you,” you admit, and Peter giggles, his hair flopping against his head.
“You saw me an hour ago.”
“Yeah, but still,” You squeeze his hand again. “I love you.”
He looks up, slowly, and you see the adoration in his eyes. He smiles, the most genuine one you’ve seen from him ever, and he pulls you close, kissing your temple and squeezing your hand. “I love you,” he breathes between kisses. “So much.”
desc: (request by @addiexholland ) “Hi! I saw ur requests are open! Would you write a Peter Parker x reader where his mission didn’t go as planned and he accidentally takes his anger out on his bestfriend!reader. Then he makes this whole step by step plan to apologise and tell her that he loves her? Hes all stuttering and cute and reader just kisses him and then aunt may and Ned and mj just tease him. Thanksss!!”
warnings: super long oh my god, some cursing, angst, talk of injuries, peter being a twat again, crying (might as well put that in there)
a/n: YO SO POLITE BLEW UP????? yall my phone was buzzing all night like 🧐 but i literally love you guys so much bye
Missions were always unpredictable. You had learnt that the hard way.
Whether it had gone perfectly, and Peter came back over the moon, or the mission had totally failed and Peter was like a pouty baby for a couple days, you had been there through it all.
After all, you are Spider-man’s best friend. It pretty much comes in the T’s & C’s.
But this mission had gone worse than any other. The team had totally screwed it up, Steve had gotten mad and went in before he was told, making Tony go into a hissy fit that blew their cover, Peter had been caught of guard - leaving him totally... Useless, and not one person thought to go back for him.
To say you were mad would be an understatement. Your best friend (with some added pining) could have been killed, all because Tony Stark couldn’t see through his goddamn ego. Déjà-vu, right?
Waiting outside the compound, you bit the inside of your cheek, trying to figure out who to yell at first. Steve maybe, he needed a dose of angry teen.
But as soon as Peter stepped off the private plane, covered in scrapes and bruises, eyes red and puffy, the anger inside of you totally dissolved, worry clouding over your mind instead.
You jogged towards the group, holding your arms out for Peter - knowing he always liked a hug after he got back.
But no, instead of embracing you, Peter walked right past you. Not even looking at you as he pouted his way into the compound. You stood, slack jawed, before letting your arms fall back to your side.
“He’s been in a mood all day. Teens, right?” Tony smiled at you, patting your shoulder.
“And where do you think you’re going? Get back here, Stark.” You yelled, turning to him.
Steve could go next.
“What’s with the attitude? Trouble in paradise or-”
“He could have died! You left him there because ‘Oh my God I’m Tony Stark and I don’t have to look after anything but my ego’! He is 16 years old, you cannot keep asking him to save the world!” You raged, running a hand through your hair.
Tony seemed taken aback. “Why don’t you calm down, talk to Steve? He was the one who ruined this mission.”
You scoffed, skating your head. “Never take the blame, do you?” You mumbled, shoving past him, into the compound.
Anger didn’t suit you, you knew that all too well. You never had been the type to go on a mental rager, but everyone has a limit, right? Steve and Tony seemed to think the world - or America at least - revolved around them and everything else was just collateral.
Sighing, you approached Peter’s room, stopping in front of the white door. Normally where music would be heard through it, there was total silence on the other side.
“Peter? You ok?” You knocked on the door.
“Fuck off.” He mumbled from the other side.
His voice shook, and you knew he had been crying. Steve was really gonna get an earful.
“Hey, let me in. I’m here for you.” You rest your head against the door, speaking as softly as you could.
“I told you to fuck off, Y/N. I don’t want you here.”
He had never spoke as harsh to you before, even when he was stressed or hurt - this was something knew. Something painful, that’s for sure. It took you by surprise, the way he spat your name opposed to the usual tone of.. care, love - whatever. It hurt.
“Peter-”
“You shouldn’t even be here. So maybe leave and don’t come back. You always make things so much worse, Y/N. Leave me alone.” Peter yelled from the other side of the door.
You felt your eyes sting a little, but swallowed the pain. “Ok.” You whispered, standing outside for only a moment more, before making your way back down the hall.
Walking through the main entrance, Steve seemed to notice you and tense a little, but when he saw the tears running down your face, he seemed to relax. No earful today, at least.
“Y/N, you alright?” He called after you, and you weren’t sure if he actually expected an answer - either way, he didn’t get one.
Happy raised a brow when you threw yourself into the back of the car, your regular happy-go-lucky demeanour completely gone. He knew better than to question you, so he just drove.
What hurt the most, wasn’t that Peter had been rude, not what he had said, but the way he had said it. The way he spoke, like all the love and friendship had disappeared from his voice. Like you meant nothing to him.
You wanted to be mad at him. Oh, you really wanted to be mad. But you couldn’t find it in you. What could you say? You were in love with him. Between the kindness he had always shown you, the way he made you laugh like no one else could, and his beautiful - really, really beautiful - brown eyes and soft curls and- Yeah. You had fallen for your best friend.
Happy pulled up outside your building, leaving his usual sarcastic comment out. He had dealt with more than enough moody teens in his life.
“Thanks,” You mumbled, stepping out of the car and closing the door behind you.
Making your way up the stairs to your apartment, you already felt Peter’s absence. Normally he would come back to your house after a mission, you two would binge some Disney movies and order pizza. Not today, apparently.
“Y/N! You’re back early!” Your mum called from the kitchen as you closed the door behind you.
You stepped into the room, seeing your brother, Rory, sitting on top of the kitchen counter. He seemed to notice your state before your mum, as he mouthed an ‘are you ok?’ to you - to which you replied with a shrug.
“Hey, Peter-” Your mum stopped when she turned around, only to see you. “Where’s Peter?”
You sniffled, another tear falling. “Doesn’t wanna see me.”
“What? Why?” She tilted her head, leaning against the counter.
“Dunno. Told me to fuck off. Said I only make things worse.” You muttered, voice breaking a little.
Rory raised his brows, “Really?”
“He’s probably just stressed.”
Your mum scoffed. “Stressed isn’t an excuse to treat you like that, honey. He didn’t need to say those things.”
“Damn right, he didn’t. Where is he?” Rory jumped off the counter, already making his way out of the kitchen.
“Rory, please don’t! It was probably my fault I-”
He turned, giving you his signature ‘please shut up before I hit you’ face. “Where is he, Y/N?”
You shook your head. He would have to guess - and you prayed Rory didn’t remember driving you to Peter’s apartment that one time.
“He won’t do anything, sweetie.” Your mum laughed, coming behind you. “Probably just threaten him or something.”
Rory was gone before you could get another word out - slamming the door behind him. You sighed, turning to face your mother.
“He hurt you, I can tell. Go watch a movie. I’ll get you dinner.”
You muttered a ‘thank you’, trudging into your room and turning on your TV.
Disney movies didn’t seem as good without Peter.
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Peter was not happy. Not at all.
He had ruined two important things in less than 24 hours - the mission that was depending on him, and the girl he was in love with.
The latter hurt more.
He really didn’t mean to snap at you - not to mention telling you that he didn’t want you. Peter wasn’t known to lash out often, so it surprised him as much as you.
But there was a reason he had snapped at you, of all people. It was you he was texting when he was caught off guard, being taken out in one hit.
Of course, he didn’t blame you, not one bit. He had just been yelled at for hours about being lazy, not having his head in the game. And his subconscious decided that because it was you who distracted him, it was you who should get the blame.
Did he think that was fair? Absolutely not. Even now, as he sat with the rest of his team as they are dinner, he could feel the guilt creeping up on him. After all - he was fairly in love with you.
“You alright?” Bruce spoke, interrupting his thoughts. “You’ve barely touched your food.”
Peter shook his head, “Fucked up.”
Steve’s head shot up at the use of such ‘vulgar language’, but before he could tell Peter off, he noticed his state, and decided that he didn’t need any more criticism.
“How? Look, the mission wasn’t your fault, we were just-”
“Not that.” Peter ran a hand through his curls. “Y/N. I hurt her.”
Steve’s eyes softened. “What did you do?”
“I- uh.. I told her she only ever made things worse, and that I didn’t want her. That no one wanted her.” He mumbled, eyes down.
The whole team seemed to be listening, all having different reaction. Tony let out a ‘sheesh’, Nat raised her brows - looking a little annoyed, Steve and Bruce both looked surprised that Perfect Peter Parker could have been so cruel.
“Well,” Tony spoke after a minute. “There’s only one thing you can do.”
“What?”
He chuckled. “Make it up to her, of course.”
Peter furrowed his brows. “And how can I do that? She probably hates me.”
“I have an idea.” The older man smirked. “Trust me, I’ve had to make it up to people a lot more than anyone else in this room. This will work.”
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School - the third horseman of the apocalypse (closely followed by pandemics and Republicans) - was not something you were looking forward to. Not at all. Why? Peter’s in 99% of your classes.
You didn’t want to see him, after last nights overthinking session, you had come to the conclusion that Peter genuinely had enough of you - that he didn’t want to be friends anymore.
Talk about heartbreak.
Sighing, you walked out of the kitchen, approaching the front door. Whatever Rory had been aiming to to last night was unsuccessful at least, so there’s a positive.
Pulling your bag onto your shoulder, and yelling a ‘bye, mum’, you pulled open the front door.
Surprised was an understatement - because there was a carry-out coffee cup and a paper bag (which happened to be from your favourite cafe) hanging down from the ceiling.
Reaching out to grab them, you noticed what they were hanging on. Webs. Furrowing your brows, you pulled open the paper bag - inside was a chocolate croissant, your favourite.
This was confusing. Why would Peter buy you breakfast if he obviously didn’t want to see you? You were too tired to think about it, so instead, just grabbed the coffee and took the free meal. Who would pass up that offer? Not you.
The walk to school was equally as confusing, as every time you went to cross the road, the lights immediately went red - although you boiled that down to just being a coincidence.
If that wasn’t weird enough for you, when you walked into school and up to your locker, it looked a lot cleaner inside. You weren’t exactly known to be the tidiest person, especially with the amount of studying you had to do - so the neatly stacked books (in order or classes as well), rearranged notes and cleaned out junk was.. Odd.
Must have been a cleaner, who else knows your locker code, expect for.. Peter. You would admit, this was getting weird. Sure, a coincidence was a coincidence, but three things - all seeming to be connected to Peter - was just a little much. The universe didn’t just do that.
You didn’t have much time to think about it, though, as the bell rang for first period and you began to make your way towards maths, still feeling a little lonely without Peter. Sighing, you pushed the door to the class open, swinging your bag round, ready to pull your books out.
“Oh, Y/N! You aren’t in here this period.” The maths teacher, Mr Thomas called from his desk.
“What? It’s first period on a Monday, I’m always here.” You laughed a little, furrowing your brows.
“Nope, someone from the office came down. You have a free period, something about the Stark internship.” Mr Thomas smiled, moving to write something on the whiteboard.
“Stark internship? I don’t have one, that’s-” You stopped yourself. That’s Peter’s thing, but you were getting a period off from it.
Lucky, right?
You shook your head a little, turning back out of the class. Why would the office think you had an internship? Only one way to find out.
Turning into the main corridor, you approached the office, smiling at the clerk.
“How can I help you, sweetie?” She grinned.
“Hi, I just came from Mr Thomas’s maths class, he said I have a free period? I was just wondering who put in for one. My names Y/N L/N.”
The woman nodded, turning to her computer. She typed in your name, giving it a second to load before she turned back to you.
“Your free period was requested by Mr Tony Stark. He called and asked for you to spend the day, through periods one and seven at Stark Towers, something about an internship request you sent. Is that alright?”
You titled your head, confusion riddling your brain. If it was Tony, it was probably important.
“Miss L/N? Is that alright?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah!” You fake smiled. “Totally blanked on it, must just be the Monday’s.”
The lady gave you a quick nod, before you walked out of the office, nearing the main entrance. The double doors were already open, which was surprising considering that they were normally stuck shut, and people had to take a side exit.
Walking out onto the street, you noticed a black car beginning to pull up, just turning onto the street. As it got closer, you were able to read the plate; STARK6.
Of course Tony would send a car.
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“Are you going to tell me why I’m here or not, Tony. I have a science test tomorrow.” You sighed, sitting across from the man.
He had brought you into one of the meeting rooms at Stark Tower, and had been abnormally nice to you since you arrived, leaving his normal remarks out.
“It’s about an internship.” He smiled, sipping his coffee.
You scoffed. “That’s funny, because last I checked, you gave the ‘internship’ to Peter. I don’t want involved in the superhero business.”
“No,” Tony laughed. “An actual internship. Like the one you applied for last year.”
You went slack jawed. That internship was the backbone of your college applications, and when you had been denied it you - quite literally - didn’t know what to do.
“I’ve thought about it. I want you working for me. Not like- Nothing like what Peter does. Maybe an assistant or something, give you something good for your CV. Colleges love me.”
“But- Why? I mean, why would you change your mind?” You stuttered, even more confused than before.
“I’ve seen you working. You would be a good asset to Stark Industries, and if I’m being honest, we need more young people around here.” He explained, laughing towards the end.
Raising your brows, you scoffed again. “Thank you? I- what hours do I work?”
Tony smiled from behind his mug. “Flexible. You’re still a high school student, so it’s technically illegal to keep you here for more than 5 hours - unless you don’t go home.” He winked, knowing you would 100% be staying late, even if he told you to leave.
You grinned back at him. Today really was going well. “Is uh.. Is that all? You put in for me to have the whole day off, but it would only be third period - almost break.”
Tony shook his head. “Take the rest of the day for yourself. I transferred some money to your card. Buy yourself a uniform or something.”
Normally Tony’s antics would take people aback, but having known Peter for as long as you have means you’ve known Tony - and all his... Tony-ness - for a few years now. Pepper must be lucky, having a sugar daddy like Tony, you thought.
“Thank you, Tony.” You mumbled, already wondering what you’d buy.
“Wait, kid-” He stopped you, making you turn around from the door. “You talked to Peter? He’s been like a sad puppy all day.”
“He’s here?” Your tone immediately saddened, already missing him.
Tony nodded.
“Well, he doesn’t want to see me. Told me so.” You muttered, not letting him get another word in before you walked out of the room, closing the door behind you.
You sighed, trying not to let yourself get sad again Enough crying had been done last night - leaving you on a few hours of sleep at maximum. Pulling out your phone, you clicked onto the mobile banking app, and when you saw the sum that Tony had transferred, you almost passed out.
Normally sitting somewhere between £90-200, your bank account now held £10,000. You expected a phone call from the bank at some point, as Tony’s ‘reason for transaction’ was - and it made you laugh to read it - ‘Don’t buy drugs x’. Could it be less Tony Stark-ish?
You walked to the elevator - which just so happened to be at your floor as soon as you stepped in front of it - and pressed the ground floor, already expecting a hundred interruptions on the way down.
Surprisingly, you reached the ground floor with no other stops, and as you walked into the busy New York street, you pulled out your phone again, seeing the time as 12:57. Had you really been in Stark Tower for that long? Time flies, huh.
Deciding your first stop should be the local bookshop, you swung your bag round to take out your purse.
Walking into the store, you headed straight over to the romance section. What could you say? You really were a hopeless romantic. All you had ever wanted was a real-life Romeo and Juliet, or maybe a Jack and Rose type of thing.
And you had always wanted it with Peter.
You felt tears sting in your eyes as you scanned through the titles, words blurring into one as the tears began to gather. Trying to push them back, you tilted your head upwards, refusing to cry in the middle of a store.
Between the tears, one cover caught your eye. Pulling it off the shelf, you read the title;
“Her Favourite Colour was Yellow, Edgar Holmes.” You mumbled out loud, skimming through the pages.
In basic terms, it was love poetry - but the type that set your heart of fire a little, that made you long for Peter even more. Maybe it wasn’t what you needed, but the first few pages had you hooked on it.
Picking up a few more books, ‘Milk and Honey’ by Rupi Kaur and ‘TOFFEE’ by Sarah Crossand were a few to note, and for a moment while you approached the cash register, you panicked at the prices, but quickly remembered the recent paycheque.
“Good choices.” The cashier smiled, and you read his name tag; Romeo. Ironic.
“Thanks,” You mumbled back, picking your card up from your purse.
“A lot of love stories. You a romantic or something?” His New York accent tan through your ears.
You laughed, handing over your card. “A little heartbroken, more like.”
Romeo’s eyes seemed to soften. “I’m sorry about that. Not sure why anyone would break a beautiful girls heart like yours, but maybe I have a different opinion.”
Yeah, you were a hopeless romantic because that - coming from someone who’s name was actually Romeo - made your heart swell.
“Thank you,” You smiled. “I don’t think he meant to break it.”
“Well,” Romeo sighed, handing you back your card and books. “Maybe a coffee would help - unless your like 21? I’m 16, so..”
You grinned. Rebound? Found. “Sure, but you don’t even know my name.”
“If it’s Juliet, I might cry.”
“It’s Y/N. And sure, we can get coffee. I’m 16 too, so..”
“Perfect.” Romeo grinned, looking behind you to check for customers. “Here’s my number,”
He pulled a pen out, sliding out a bookmark and scribbling a number on it. Was this the love story you had expected? A little. It seemed off-timed, though, but who cares? Peter didn’t want you, so why wait for him?
“Here you go,” Romeo handed you the bookmark as you zipped back up your bag. “Call me.”
Walking out of the store, you felt better than you did walking in. If Peter truly hated you like he said, who was he to stop you from having coffee with the cute boy, who happened to be fairytale good looking with the perfect name for it? He had no right to-
“Woah!” You screamed as you felt yourself be lifted off the ground. It wasn’t unfamiliar, but knowing what the cause of it was gave you butterflies - and not the good kind.
You must have been in the air for a few minutes before you felt your feet being places back on the ground, but it didn’t take you more than a second to push Peter away from you.
“What the fuck, Peter?” You snapped, the good mood instantly washing away, replaced by waves of sadness and anger.
“No, Y/N, please listen-”
“Peter! You literally just- Can you not understand that you can’t say shit like that-”
“Y/N! Listen!” Peter’s eyes looked red again, puffy like they were before.
You bit your cheek, half expecting him to curse you out again.
“Look, I’m sorry, I really am- I.. I never should have said the things that I did, I didn’t mean them, I was just stressed and- Look, you mean so much to me and you didn’t deserve it-”
“Peter.”
“No, I hurt you- and you don’t need that, and I know how much work you put in for me, I never should have done that to you, because I-”
“Peter, I get it, I-”
“Y/N, you mean so much to me- and- and I need to tell you that-”
You sighed, taking another step towards him. Forgiveness was a virtue. “Look, Peter. I can understand why-”
“I’m fucking in love with you!”
Time stopped. All you could hear was the city buzz from underneath you, and Peter’s heavy breath.
He couldn’t be? Could he? Years of being in love with your best friend didn’t make it easy to believe that he - even possibly - felt the same way.
“What?” You almost whispered, knowing he would just hear it.
“I- Y/N, I’ve been in love with you for years - and, you don’t feel like same way, I know, you- I just- I said those things because I was texting you to tell you and- that’s how I got distracted-”
That made sense.
“Look, Y/N, I love you, so much, and I can’t- I can’t lose you, that’s why I’m here, I just-”
There was no other way you could have stopped him.
Peter seemed as surprised as you did when you crashed your lips against his, leaning up to reach his height. For a moment, he stayed completely still, but melted as soon as he realised what had just happened.
You only pulled away once you ran out of breath, opening your eyes to Peter, face dusted in a red blush.
“I love you too, Pete.”
He looked shocked, but quickly his mouth flickered into a smile, and he took a step towards you, so close that you could feel his breath on your face.
“I am sorry, Y/N. I hope you can forgive me?” Peter pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes again.
You laughed a little. “Buying me dinner might persuade me, Parker.”
“Deal.” He mumbled, about to press his lips back onto yours, before you took a step back, causing Peter to open his eyes.
“And I need you to swing me back down.”
“What’s wrong?”
You smirked. “Nothing. I just need to buy someone a coffee, and probably give them an apology.”
“Oh?” Peter raised a brow.
“Yeah,” You nodded slowly. “Who needs a Romeo when I have a Peter?”
