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8. being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward Omg please do this kiss prompt with pre-serum Steve!!!!

Summary: In which it’s puppy love and she doesn’t know how to show it any other way. (40′s!Reader/Steve Rogers)

Prompt: being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward.

Mother wouldn’t call you the adventurous kind, between a beautiful older sister and a sick, but smart as anyone you ever met younger brother. You were a footnote to your parents, who though they loved you all the same, struggled with the antics of Eliza, providing for Charlie the best they could, and watching over their little grocery store. It was your way of making their lives a little easier in the long haul, but if you had known it would have made you a footnote for everyone else — you knew you had to change something.

Maybe, that’s when you start notice a certain young man that breaks the mold – Steve Rogers. However, having it the other way around was easier said than done.

“Mornin’ James,” you welcome the two into the small store, as James smiles with blue eyes twinkling, “Steve.”

The smaller blond nods before ducking his head, your eyes linger for a bit before shaking your head. You had known them practically all your lives since your family’s store was the closest to their former homes (and now their apartment) and often frequented by the Barnes girls, but outside of hello, cashing their items (usually cheap meat from Chuckie the butcher and whatever else they could afford), and goodbye – you never actually got the courage to talk to either of them.

You decided that today was going to be different, as you take James’ ration ticket and leftover change. He thanks you before heading out, as Steve gives you another polite nod.

“Have a good day, Steve! And James…” you end up yelling and failing somewhat due to nerves, as Steve turns at the shout of his name only to see you waving at him. He seems confused for a moment before waving back, James laughing and grabbing him by the neck in the excitement of this new development.

You keep at this for a few weeks and while the blond seems apprehensive at first, he slowly eases into greeting you as well. It starts moving outside of the grocery store when you start taking volunteer courses in order to join the Nurses Corp., even if it wasn’t something your parents entirely approved of. You would see Steve walking back to his apartment as you would be leaving. A small smile from you had him a stuttering mess, and you were a little proud of that.

It was only by chance of you running back home to grab something that you had forgotten, Steve hurt in one of the back alleys (the bully long gone) that you stopped.

“Steve!” you exclaim as he stumbles, before leaning on a wall as you run over to him and push him to sit on one of the wooden crates lying around. He gives you this look with those bright blue eyes of him that you have only seen from one other person, so you try to go about this as frontal as possible.

“This is only me checking your wounds, no more…no less,” you explain as he calms down a bit, before you settle an another nearby crate, taking out your small first aid kit, “Always a spitfire, but good practice is all.”  

“Thank ya,” is all Steve manage to say, as you spend a good 20 minutes in silence as you patch-up all the cuts you can see, not noticing the light blush on his face and it’s not until the very end that you get a silly idea. You brush the bandage on his left cheek with your thumb. You look at confused blue eyes for a moment before pressing a light kiss above it.

Then a sudden hitch of breath, as you move more and place another kiss to the corner of his lips. You pull back and see that he has closed his eyes and he stays like that for a moment before fluttering eyelashes show you burning blue eyes. You’re still pretty close together, breathes mingling.

“I expect compensation, Stevie,” you murmur softly, unsure of where all this is coming from but extremely proud of yourself in the moment,  “Maybe a date?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure,” you can’t help but giggle at his excited expression, knowing that a little change was okay after all.

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And the first one too!! With bucky or also in Pastel Colors, depends on how you're inspired! 😍😍😍 Congratulations agaaaaain I'm so damn proud 💕

Summary: In which Bucky comes home, sort of. (Pastel Colors!Reader/Bucky Barnes)

Prompt: breaking the kiss to say something, staying so close that you’re murmuring into each other’s mouths.

He’s tired and cold. The conventions had been moved up to Toronto for the year, near McGill University, and while James Barnes knew the coldest of New York winters, this was just on a completely different level. All he wanted to do was sleep the weekend away, maybe even watch some Cosmos. Yes, the darkness of his apartment would be most welcoming, but that wasn’t what was expecting him as he opened the door. There was unfamiliar warmth to his apartment he wasn’t used to, as he walks through the small hallway entrance –leaving his coat and luggage near the entrance – into the kitchen to see a lovely sight.

You sitting on his kitchen countertop, meal and cake all prepared for him to celebrate a belated birthday. He comes over to you, a wide smile on his face as your eyes sparkle with longing, love, and something else underneath the artificial light. He steps up closer, as you get up all comfortable in a warm long-sleeve and long pajama pants. It looks like you had been staying at his place for quite awhile.

“What are–” his ask is stopped, as you drag his lips to meet yours.

Your kiss is pure desperation and longing, as you circle your arms around his neck. It takes him a moment to steady himself, as grabs you by the waist only to rub his thumbs on the places where your shirt didn’t reach anymore. You grin and drag your tongue across his bottom lip, only for him to let out a small whimper. It feels too short, but you soon separate due to the lack of air. You’re grinning and breathing heavily, and mingling together since you don’t want to part,  as you place your forehead on his.  

“I missed you–”

“BUCKY!” the sudden call of his name jolts the physics teacher as he gets up from his folded arms slightly only to stop at the curious of you. Your arms are folded as well and you are only a few inches away from him, almost as if you have been watching him sleep on top of the reference desk.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead,” you tease him, while giving him a bright smile but all he wants to do is pull you in to kiss your silly like in his dream. However, you’re back up and the moment passes. He lets out a tired sigh.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m just tired, doll,” is all he lets out, never explaining to that confused look on your face that he can’t sleep because you’re the one haunting his dreams.

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Congratulations on 500!!! You’re honestly such a sweetheart and I know many many more milestones are heading your way!! I loved all the prompts on the list so it was hard to choose lol but I would love “moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed” with Bucky if possible. Thanks for being you and congrats again 💕

Summary: In which missing each other leads to declarations. (Reader/Bucky Barnes)

Prompt: moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed. 

You aren’t in the best mood when the night starts. Your side is still hurting from the last mission and there are too many people bothering you more than usual, as they ask question about being part of the reconstructed S.H.I.E.L.D and what it was like to know the Avengers. You don’t usually snap at people, you are so close to, which just ends up with you clinging to the walls with a drink in hand.

It’s doesn’t help that your not boyfriend isn’t here due to a mission, when he would usually be giving you witty one liners and that charming smile just sharing the misery of your dislike for parties like this. You drink a little too much and head back upstairs earlier than usual.

Everything is silent for a moment, as you take off your shoes and begin to head towards the kitchen to get a drink a water before passing out -- that’s when you see him standing there. Hair wet and slightly disarrayed, wearing a Henley, and sweatpants. You almost want to pinch yourself but his blue eyes look at you and you just know he’s (home) back. You’re too giddy to notice the way his eyes are rooming your dress for a split second before looking straight at you with a small smile.

“Bucky, when did you get back?” you can’t help the goofy smile plastered on your face as you make your way over to him.

“Less than two hours ago,” he states as you grab a glass of water, before standing so close to him that he can smell the perfume that you only wore on occasions like Tony’s parties, one of the few things he looked forward to when it came to such events, “Just showered and debriefed. How was the party?”

“Not the same without you,” you smile softly before turning to place the glass in the sink, only to have his flesh hand grab your free one. His blue eyes darken, pulling you a bit closer than you had been standing  before. There is a questioning look in your eye, as his smile tightens.

“Do you mean that?” he asks softly, as if sharing a secret between the two of you as the air shifts to something more intimate. It makes you wonder what exactly had gone in the mission, you bit your bottom lip in contemplation as his eyes zero in on it.

“Yeah,” is all you manage say, as Bucky looks at your lips then your eyes but before anything else can happen, you peck his lips one, twice --- that’s when he grabs you by the waist deepening the third kiss as you run your hands through his hair. You feel said pair of arms move from your waist to your thighs only to hoist them up around his own waist. You’re giddy, as you break the kiss for air only to pepper kisses throughout his face, as he seems to be walking to your bedroom.

“Now, what brought this on?” you asks with a giggle, as he keeps watching you like you’re brightest star in the sky. You note that Bucky is good at multitasking as he kicks the doors and lays you down softly on the bed. His body warming yours up as it encircles all of you with his long hair creating a curtain, as if you two are the only ones in this whole world.

“Wanda kept sending me pictures of you the whole way back,” he says while rubbing your cheek with his thumb, a look  of total adoration on his face, “Nat said I should say something before someone swoops in and takes you.”

“Nobody could ever take me from you, Bucky,” you smile leaning in to peck his nose.

“Could I stay the night?” he questions and your heart stops for a moment, as he smiles -- certainly noticing it, “To sleep. I missed ya a ‘hole lot, sweetheart.”

“I liked that.”

And while it was so hard to pull away from his warmth, you were looking forward to a new beginning with Bucky as the morning came. You would also have to thank Wanda and Nat when you saw them -- as a boring party led to an adventurous lifetime together.     

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20. Top of head kiss Would love this with f/f Natasha, maybe like... after one has fallen asleep???

Summary: In which you’re allowed to feel things every once and awhile. (Female! Reader/Natasha Romanoff)

Prompt: top of head kisses

A/N: first time writing for a Natasha pairing! Sorry if it’s bad. 

Don’t think, feel.

It’s not a line that should be used in Natasha’s line of work -- she’s a spy, there is no need to feel, to form connections with others when they could turn and use them at any moment. She knew, she had done that from time to time, it was part of the job but never for her. However, as she watches the woman that is so fond of said saying, of watching old Bruce Lee movies and quoting them while training, struggling for her life through the glass separating the medical ward from the rest of the world -- Natasha tries her hardest to ignore the flutter of spring locked within her chest from taking over her completely.

Don’t think, feel.

Natasha tries not to think about it on the 2nd morning of her laying uncousiness in med bay, taking a drink of her hot coffee while ignoring the fact that this is also the 2nd day without some type of bakery from the little shop a few blocks down. The Black Widow isn’t one to form habits and patterns --she has to keep everyone on their toes-- but even she couldn’t ignore the ice-box or other sweets that lay around the kitchen with her name on it. Clint gives her a tight smile, as she just shakes her head before leaving.

Don’t think, feel.

Natasha goes on a five-day mission after that, they tell her that your heart started giving out on the 3rd day, but you didn’t give up -- a small smile on her face at the thought of you not going out without a fight, it was one of the reasons you were in this current state in the first place. She tries her hardest to stay away, but that's when she sees it -- that little music box from 3 summers ago that you just had to give her for whatever reason. She pauses for a moment, her feet taking her to an all-too familiar whitewashed room where you are surrounded with tubes, though breathing on your own compared to last time. She sighs and let’s herself sink into the side of your bed for a moment.   

Don’t think, feel.

It’s a soft press of lips on your forehead, as light as a feather but the familiar aura thrumming through your body (due to your powers) eases you for a moment. The anxiety and hurt goes away as a you feel a body lean into yourself, even if it’s only for a brief moment. You can’t help but smile a light, as your eyes flutter for a moment, long red hair covering your line of sight of everything else.  

“Hey...Nat,” you croak out in the end due to the lack of use of your voice. She doesn’t say anything and you don’t exchange any words for the rest of the night, but for now you are content with the little piece of her that she shares with you. 

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Kiss Prompt 10 with Steve? Please.

Summary: In which Steve makes it the best birthday. (Reader/Steve Rogers)

Prompt: staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in. 

You don’t know what overcame you, how you ended up crushing so hard on Steve Rogers?

Actually, that was a lie, or partially because in the time spent together watching over him, reprimanding his reckless nature, and mending wounds, you had come to enjoy spending time with him when he came to the medical ward. For a short while, his shoulders slump and he let him grow weary of his lifestyle and missions as you helped tend to wounds within Dr. Cho’s team. It wasn’t that he talked to you often, but over bad pop reference and suggestion, you allowed yourself in your head to call Steve Rogers a friend.   

You were alright with, you could live in your daydreams and late night dreams.

It wasn’t okay for Steve Rogers, though.

You see, it had taken Steve a long talk with both Sam and Bucky present and even photographic evident thanks to F.R.I.D.A.Y to realize that he might be feeling something sweeter towards a certain medic that he had gotten to know in the past couple of months. It wasn’t an easy thing to accept and loner Steve Rogers from a few years back would have denied himself such an idea, but his three friends –Natasha included when she found out– encourage him the best they could a stubborn mule such as him.

However, in the upcoming weeks, it leads to…nothing, that is until a certain spy hears whispers of a certain birthday party that is going to be held in one of the conference rooms after work hours. It’s a simple thing, his gift for you – a sketch of a certain area in Central Park because he knows how much you love the place. He’s dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt, and blue jacket.

“Come in, come out. Quick and easy, if you up for it,” Natasha tells him, treating this like any other Avengers’ mission, but he doesn’t want that with you. He wants to hold your hand, dine and dance with you, hold your hand during a silly movie.    

Steve Rogers has is bad, and he only realizes this more when he has you under the artificial lights of your office. You had slipped away from the party and he was heading towards it when you crossed paths. Your dressed in a silvery-white dress with shimmery makeup he’s never seen before and your hair isn’t hiding your smile like the first time you met.

“Hi, Steve,” you give him a teasing smile and his heart stutters, “Where are you going tonight?”

“Your party,” is all he says, as your smile drops.

“Oh, I left early. It was starting to get a little rowdy, so I’m heading home,” you look at his hand at the small box with wide eyes, “Is that for me?”

He nods and hands you the gift, as you try to open it with patience but you were just a little to excited. You gasp at the sight of the pencil sketch and while its a place you love, it seems you are viewing it from a different angle that usual.

“Steve, this is beautiful,” you murmur in awe, while placing the picture gently in your desk with the silent promise to frame it later one, “It’s near the Loch, but I’ve never seen this area before.”

“I could take you…” his voice drops near end, as he gives you a sheepish smile. You can’t help but grin at his kindness before grabbing his hand and making him look you.

“I would love to,” you say as he nods, a secret feeling of triumph bubbling in his chest.

You laugh, as blue eyes zero in on your plush lips letting that sweet melody out. At his silence, you stop and get caught up in staring at the super soldier licking his bottom lip for just a moment. The tension is tense, as you find yourself leaning in a little closer than before, too close that you see a bit of green in those blue eyes of his as he puts an arm around your waist.

You go back from staring into his eyes to his lips, as he lets out a nervous chuckle.

“Could I–” his request is stopped halfway as you slam your lips into his, silently hoping this isn’t mistake but you are quickly proven wrong as he pulls you in closer, dragging his tongue over your bottom lip. You stayed tied to each other for a good while before the need to pulls you apart, but only slightly as you can’t help but grin as his breathe mingles with yours.

“Best birthday ever.”   

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#fab500 drabbles.

Completed list of drabbles from 500 follower celebration: 

Birthday Kiss (Steve) 

Puppy Love (Pre-Serum Steve) 

Distractions (Bucky) 

The After Party (Bucky) 

Revelations (Pre-Serum + Reg. Steve) 

Think/Feel (Natasha) 

Homesick (Bucky) 

Welcome Back (Thor)

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I really like Kiss Prompt 3. Could you please write something with Loki or Thor? You choose.

Summary: In which home be someone. (Reader/Thor)

Prompt: kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s 

It’s a little strange, getting used to the sudden attention once he has come back, but you are also aware that Thor has gone through a lot of things since had last seen hime -- his father, Hela, Loki disappearing once more, the fall of Asgard, even coming to understand what the hell had happened to the Avengers while he was away. So, if you could give your dear friend and comrade a moment of peace at night while watching old movies and taking your fill of Stark’s endless food, you were alright with that.

You just didn’t expect the blond god would place his head on your lap, looking at you with bright blue eyes as you tried your hardest to pay attention to the movie, though it didn’t stop you from playing with his now short hair. You had always been good friends with Thor since the Avengers had been formed and you worked as liaison between him and S.H.I.E.L.D and while you had always tried to be professional and distant, his easygoing nature and ever present smile, along with his curiosity nature in regards to everything “Migardian” won you over -- he won all of your heart, even though you knew he was with Jane.

Now, you weren’t so sure, but you just wanted to bring him some peace in-between everything he was doing for the re-established Avengers and creating a new home for his people. He was more serious since he had come back and you wanted to get him to smile, like you knew he could. Even if it meant forgetting all about the movie you were watching to just dote on him.

“The movie’s over, Thor,” you murmur as he sighs softly on your lap.

“Ah, I had forgotten all about it,” he admits as he brings you in a bit closer by wrapping his arm around your waist, as you giggle over the feel of his short beard through your sleep shirt.

“It’s okay, just take this time to relax,” you smile, as he nods before going back to his story of his adventure with Dr. Banner in Sakar, though you had heard it a couple of times by now it didn’t become any less exciting. This last until the wee pre-dawn hours when you’re starting to nod off and Thor suggests you should go to sleep.

“Goodnight Thor,” you say sleepily, as he follows you down the hallway that houses your room, compared to how the remaining Avengers had their own floors in the Tower.

“I just wanted to thank you for spending so much time with me,” he tells you with a small but tired smile as the two of you stand in front of your door. You nod and touch his bicep in appreciation, “It’s greatly appreciated.”

“I’m just trying to help out a friend,” you admit, though it’s only the half-truth, “Just trying my best to welcome you back.”

The underlined I missed you is left unsaid because you don’t think Thor needs that right now, when there are hundreds of others things he has to do and deal with around the nine realms than deal with what you might (what you really) feel for him. You smile softly, but something sparkles in his eyes as he leans down. He glances at your eyes, growing big at the possible implication, before staring at your lips. You take in a deep breathe before closing the few centimeters between the two of you.   

It’s a quick peck, until he moves his lips a certain way across yours and your reach out and grab his shoulder to hold onto to something until he grabs your waist as your body curves to match his. When you have to part for air, you realize that you’re a couple of inches of the ground as he gives you that bright smile you haven’t seen in a long time, which makes you let out a little breathless laugh.  

“Welcome back, Thor,” you grin back, as he finds a new place to call home.

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For the kissing prompts, may I please have 17 with short! Empath! Reader and cannon Bucky? Stair kisses and top shelf molasses. Thank you fabi! You're the best.

Summary: In which missing home leads to another feelings being involved. (Reader/Bucky Barnes)

Prompt: height difference kisses where one person has to bend do wn and the other is on their tippy toes

People change and move on, grow and keep distance from the things that they once loved. People also tend to grow homesick and nostalgic over the things that they once loved.

“Almost there…” you murmur to yourself in the dim light of one of the many kitchens within the Avengers’ Compound. After a mission to Vancouver, you had felt that way and where now looking for the thing that had been some semblance of home -- the molasses on the top shelf, though you were too short to reach for where you had hidden it --only to be brought out in special occasions--  and felt the need to do some baking, at least to ease your nerves a little about everything that had gone down.

Confusion. Grogginess.

“Doll, what are you doing?” you feel his entrance before he’s even in the room, as you turn to look downwards at the dark-haired man with a raised eyebrow at your current position on top of small step ladder, trying to reach the top shelf like a child missing their parent. Amusement . You shake your head, fingers just inches away from your jar, and that’s when you hear the little step ladder start to break. It all happens too fast that you can’t quite put it all together -- the almost fall, Bucky (your good friend Bucky, nothing more) catching you with his hands on your waist, there is the closing of your eyes in fear, and a soft touch of lips.

Crack!

You hear the molasses jar break, as you open your eyes only to stare at Bucky as his bright blues stare back at you. He’s shocked and there is something else in the air, but all you do is turn around and gasp at the sight of the sugary sweetness all over the floor. Tears form in the corner of your eyes, as Bucky pulls you back since there is glass all over the floor and you’re only wearing socks to protect your feet. You let out a shuddering breath, kiss forgotten for now as he rubs your back softly.

“You okay?” he asks as softly as he can, as you nod.

“I just really wanted to make cookies, is all,” you admit while shaking your head, leaning into the warmth of his body. Worry and joy flitter about for a moment, as you sigh.

“Come let’s get this cleaned up and we can go get some,” Bucky tries to soothe you, as you look up at him and smile. You give him a quick kiss on the cheek, as a sense of butterflies fills your stomach, but you aren’t sure if it’s just from you, or him as well but you would rather not know for now.

The promises of cookies and something else in the horizon, drown out the homesickness you had just a few hours ago, and as always people kept changing and marching forward.