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PLEAAAAASEEEE I NEED SOMEONE TO WITE A FIC OF IRON DAD AND SPIDER SON USSING THE PORTAL 2 SONG "Cara mia addio" LIKE PLSSS I FITS GUYS PLS BELIEVE ME!! LIKE WHY WASNT THIS DONE ALREADY???? LIKE MY DEAR CHILD?? (YES I KNOW IT SAYD DAUTHER IN THE SONG BUT IDGAF I NEED SPIDER SON AND IRON DAD CARA MIA ADDIO FIC!!!)
So, after Bohemian Rhapsody and Rocketman there is one more queer, extra, british musical genius we need a movie about:
David Bowie
Make it happen.
cringe ask but does anyone remember that one ladynoir fic where ladybug tried pavlov dogging chat into not saying puns by kissing him but ended up training herself to kiss him everytime she heard him say a pun??
i remember reading it when i was like 13 and recently remembered it and i NEED to reread it for the nostalgia and comfort show of it all pls give it to me🙏🙏🙏
someone give me silly little doodle ideas I'm going crazy and my brain won't work
nah I want a fanfic where teen/early Naruto before Sasuke leaves where Sasuke and Hinata become besties because they both says something about Naruto under there breath and look at one another like “don’t tell a soul” and the others like “not one if you don’t” PLS PLS PLS PLS
Been thinkin about baby vergil lately and realized if there’s a “slight” chance baby Nero will appear since the Order of the Sword was shown in the opening, we’re gonna see him like this with that japanese male idol/anime haircut
How do u make friends in communities?
I know this is a heavily asked question & I know making friends takes time & effort but like- any tips even?
I've been on the internet for a while & only have made 1 friend ovr the whole time, I understand no one owes me friendship or anything, but it's hard not to feel lonely. I love my friend(/p) with all my heart. & I've tried so many ways 2 make new friends but my efforts never work :c Is there something I can b doing better? I want friends like me ig? (alterhumans, xenogender users, alternative ppl & j-fashion enjoyers ect ect) But like- how??? .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.
Heyyoo😋
I'm Molly😁 Literally ask me anything pls I'm bored😫
Bro. Im so broke i need a sugar daddy or smth without having to do any of the freaky shi so i can buy stuff bc why is everything so expensive 😭💔 /hj
Me before reading this: :0 :D
Me after reading this:
Dona AU Rewrite - New Girl In Town
Leo was knocking before he could chicken out of it.
Normally, he would have thought twice about bothering April when it was so late at night, but he had no idea where his brothers had run off to and Sensei would be mad if he came home without them. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t talk to someone about the excitement bubbling in his chest.
Besides, who better to talk to about humans than the human girl who probably has had tons of friends over the years? It was so obvious!
Also, also, in all the comics and movies and books that he’s ever seen, teens love being awake at all hours. So she’ll probably be happy to have some company! It’s a win-win!
He raps on the window, careful to keep his voice low.
The last thing he wants is to attract her aunt. That’ll be a fun convo.
“April! April?”
The floorboard creaks. He stiffens and ducks back, relieved when a familiar face comes to the window with half-open eyes.
She squints at him, muttering his name.
He can’t really hear her, so he waves, giving her a moment to wake up. She grumbles under her breath, pushing open the window with a sleepy, “…etter be good.”
“Hey.” He smiles sheepishly, suddenly questioning his choices. He clearly woke her up. The way her eyes keep slipping shut tell the whole story. Hoping to be considerate both to her and to keep her aunt asleep, he’s careful to keep his voice low. “I- need to talk.”
“Can I wait ‘til morning?” She rubs her eye.
Leo blames her human upbringing and her current lack of sleep on the fact that she should know he can’t come back come morning, hurriedly blurting, “I met this girl-”
April springs awake in a second, grabbing him by the shoulders.
“Tell me everything.”
He had every intention of doing so, but he’s glad that she’s no longer an unwilling audience. She stares at him, fists up, eyes wide, and Leo suddenly realizes that he doesn’t… Actually know that much about Karai. He looks to the sky, embarrassed. “Well, she’s really cool.”
He peeks at her. April nods, quick.
“She’s also- a martial artist.”
April nods harder, bangs moving as she does. He grins.
“And- uh-” Oh! “She’s in the Foot Clan!”
Leo is looking right at her and somehow still does not see the rolled-up magazine coming until it’s smacking him in the face.
Maybe he should of.
“Are you crazy?!”
He probably should of.
Okay, bad topic. “April, she’s different. She’s-”
April has pulled away, leaning on the windowsill. “In The Footclan.”
“Yeah, b-but she’s-”
She gets louder. “In the Footclan.”
This is not going how he pictured it. “Look, I know I shouldn’t be hanging out with her-”
April crosses her arms and rises to her full height. “You got that right! You know why? ‘CAUSE SHE’S IN THE FOOTCLAN!”
Leo winces. Geez, no wonder Donnie wants to be friends with this girl. They’re more alike than he thought.
“April!” He grips the windowsill, fingers digging into the wood. He needs her to understand. Why can’t someone understand? “She’s fun! And I’m tired of being the responsible one! Why can’t I be stupid or selfish? When do I get to have fun?”
April sighs, arms falling to her side, “What does she want from you?”
Leo looks away. “I don’t know. I’m meeting her later at the Birley Building. She’s got something planned.”
April blinks, “So like a date, or-?”
Leo rears back. “No! Just- I don’t know. Maybe she wants to hang-out. Or talk. That’s stuff friends do? Right?”
“Sure, that, or-” Leo looks at her curiously and she snaps, “Maybe she wants push you OFF the Birley Building? It’s a trap, Leo!”
“I don’t think so.” He frowns, voice firm. “There’s good in her. I know there is. I can feel it.”
April stares at him for a moment. Her voice is tainted in disbelief. “I hope you’re right.”
The window slams shut. Leo flinches, turning away.
Well. That did… Not go the way he thought it would.
Karai is waiting for him when he gets there.
He does a loop around the building, scanning for any signs of hidden warriors. She has no Foot legions with her, so it’s not an ambush. If she intends to kill him, she wants to do it herself. But she’s already had the chance to kill him many times. And she hadn’t.
Was it just to get his guard down? Why waste the time and effort?
He groans. He’s going to regret this, isn’t he?
…He’ll probably regret it more if he never solves the mystery.
He lands on the parapet.
“About time.” There’s a smirk in her voice. “I was beginning to think you were a no-show.” She turns, a hand on her hip. “But you don’t disappoint.”
He studies her, walking closer. “So… What’s this about?”
He catches the tossed binoculars. “That.”
He turns, brows furrowed, before raising them up to his face. His eyes widen, breathless. “That’s the sword of Miyamoto Usagi.”
She kneels, so he does too, looking between her and the weapon as she speaks. “The greatest swordsman in the history of Japan. It’s ancient. It’s priceless. And it’s yours.”
He blinks at her, startled. She grins. “If. You help me.”
Leo doesn’t like the look in her eyes. He’s seen it in Raph’s before he asks him to do something that they both know Sensei would never allow. “…Do what?”
“You know what.” Leo really hopes he doesn’t. He really, really, really hopes- “We’re going to steal it.”
That is just his luck, isn’t it? He frowns. “No, we’re not.”
Her mood drops. “Come on, that sword is just sitting there collecting dust!” He glances back to it. “You know you deserve that katana.” Adrenaline races at the thought on what it might be like to merely hold it. Must less wield it. “Certainly more than some lazy rich guy.”
Karai stands and Leo stiffens. He keeps his eyes on the blade because that’s safer than revealing how tempting the thought is.
“Stop being responsible, Leo.”
She gets down on a knee, closer, looking to him expectantly. She’s eager for him to follow through. Impatient for him to join her. She wants him to come with her. He doesn’t want to let her down.
He’s always the downer. Always the killjoy. Or the spoilsport.
But… But this isn’t turning down a R-rated movie or tattling when Raph tries to talk Donnie and Mikey into doing some dumb, harmless prank that’ll backlash on all of them. This is stealing. Thievery.
“Stop waiting for people to give you the life you want.”
Leo’s heart races as she inches closer.
“Go out and take it.”
“No.”
Leo closes his eyes and looks away. He can’t. He can’t. It doesn’t matter how much he wants to listen to her or how easy it would be to sneak in and retrieve. How simple it would be to let her lead.
It doesn’t matter that she might be mad at him, and he might lose his only shot at an awesome sparring partner and maybe-friend.
She stands. “I’m getting that sword, Leo. With or without you.”
His heart sinks. He surprised to find himself hesitate.
Okay. So, maybe it does matter. It all matters.
“Choose.”
But at the end of the day, it’s not who he is.
He stands, holding his ground.
“I can’t.”
At the end of the day, he still has to look in the mirror and think about the kind of example that he’s setting for his siblings. Who will they become if he starts opening these doors? Actually crosses this line?
Even if he’s not leader, they’ll follow him.
“It’s wrong.”
And he’s not a villain. It’s not who he is.
“You’re starting to bore me...”
It doesn’t have to be who she is either.
She reaches for her blade. He grabs her hand.
He searches her face. “Karai, you don’t have to do this.”
“I know.” Her grin returns. “That’s what makes it- fun!”
Karai moves, abruptly, kicking and flipping him before he has a chance to process the intent or action. He ends up on his face, shell in air as she plans a foot on his carapace, arm in a really uncomfortable position behind him.
How many times is a human girl going to catch him off guard tonight? Good things his brothers aren’t around to…
“Leo!”
Oh, come on. The universe could have at least set him Mikey!
Or Donnie! He’d even deal with her. Anyone but…
“What- what are you doing?!”
Couldn’t she have at least knocked him out?
“Who’s she?!”
Karai doesn’t say anything. Great. Just great.
“Uhm… Uh…” Leo’s fingers tap the concrete before he awkwardly raises his hand to gesture between them. “Raph, Karai. Karai, Raph.”
Raph gawks, “What are you, friends with her?!”
Yeah, that’s the question, isn’t it?
Leo thinks he’ll take April’s advice next time.
Ya'll don't get me wrong I love Kirishima with all my heart but sometimes I get super jealous of like how much of a man he is
Like
Like GIVE ME YOUR SKIN
I really wanna just like be him ya know
I wanna be his gender so bad man
KIRI GIVE ME YOUR SKIN KIRI
Hol up maybe Toga was onto somethin likeeeee
Not finished yet but I wanted to share it, I saw the base on @dailytogachako 's account and haven't seen anyone to draw that yet sooo-
My commissions are open again!!!!! (O/3) Slots open!!
I LIED NEW COMMISSION SHEET
my qualifications of being a girlfriend (pan / poly / no gender preference)
PROS
i am a girl
likes girls too
(that can be something both of us can relate to if u like girls)
i like cute things
i give nice hugs
love sending cute or random goofy photos
i love sending random "haha us" posts
will brag about you
will always be happy to have your attention
know how to cook water 💃🏼
CONS
i sometimes forget you exist but come back like time didn't pass at all
usually busy staring at my wall
yaps too much
a nerd
a stupid nerd
time zone problems most likely
i whine too much
demands attention and gets sad and will sulk at a corner when not given attention
how do we feel about me getting a side shave
Pros:
Would probably look cool
less hair to dye
cathartic
Cons:
might look bad
would probably grow out weird
generally risky
PLEASE GOD GIVE ME SOME ART REQUESTS I NEED TO DRAW SO BAD
shigaraki tomura you deserved so much better
fem!shidou has me in a CHOKEHOLD
I know a bunch of aus here are some of my favs: Cross, Killer, Ganz and Mel, Gas, and error!
List of all the aus I know: Ink, Swap, Dream, Error, Nightmare, Passive (As I call him), Killer, Dust/Murder, Horror, Reaper, Gas, Mel, Ganz, Cross, TK (Time Kid), Bird sans, Fresh, Fresh Ink, Fresh Error, Classic, Fell, Farm, Anxiety, Lust, Mafia, and Geno! (There are probably more that I know but I can’t remember rn)
People are sleeping on interior chinatown😭
It somehow mocks but is also a tribute to TV and movie tropes, its about minority representation in media and its infinite nuance, its about self confidence and personal growth. Evolution of buddy cop films, evolution of chinese kung fu films, law and order, jackie chan, the side character’s story, the fourth wall, the narrative.
Its amazing, sweet, intentionally cheesy done well.
Plsplspls, i need to talk to someone about it💀✋🏻
Can we please get Shakespearean English right? I have literally never seen anyone ever get it right. (other than in formally printed texts but those dont count)
Thou = you (subject)
Thee = you (object)
Thine = your (possessive, before a word starting with a vowel) eg “thine avocado”
Thy = your (possessive, before a word starting with a consonant) eg “thy bread”
Since no one will do it, I will.
I imagine that Bruce would take care of Vance’s wounds each time he would get in a fight.
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Bruce would be biking home from a great baseball practice and then he would see Vance walking towards him with cuts and bruises on his hands and body. Bruce could see a big bruise on his cheek and bloody cuts on Vance’s hands. Even though Bruce thinks his boyfriend is always handsome, it wasn’t a great sight to see.
V: “. . .”
B: “. . .”
V: “. . . Hey Bruce . . . Soooooo.”
B: *the most tired sigh you’ll ever hear* “C’mon V, let’s patch you up.”
When they get to Bruce’s room, Bruce already had supplies for Vance because of how many times it has happened before. Bruce made Vance sit on his bed while he patched him up and Vance would start to rant to Bruce about the fight he was in and how he beat the shit outta the guy because he bumped into his pinball machine when he was so close to beating his high score. Bruce just listened to his boyfriend talk while cleaning his knuckles that were bloody. He didn’t want to know who’s blood it was though.
Bruce knew his boyfriend was strong. He always heard about what Vance has done over the years and how he get’s arrested almost every time he goes to Grab’n’go . Even with that knowledge, Bruce always worries about him. Always wondering what if he doesn’t win the next one…
V: “Hey Bruce?? You fuckin listening or what??”
B: (Shit, I zoned out)
Bruce looks up at him and sees the confused face his boyfriend makes. He also thinks he sees a bit of worry in that face as well. Bruce sighs as he starts to put the bandage on Vance’s knuckles
B: “Listen, I know you beat him up but…please be more careful.”
V: “I can take care of my damn self. You don’t need to act like a mom or some shit.”
B: “Please be more careful…For me?”
V: “But-“
B: “Please…”
V: “…Fine- I’ll try to be more careful.”
B: “Thank you V.”
Bruce gave Vance a lil peck on the corner of his mouth while he finished patching Vance up.
B: “I rented The Shining and got some more popcorn from the store. We can watch it together while my parents are out?”
V: “I mean, sure. You can hold on to me when you get too scared.~”
Vance puts on a smirk that makes Bruce feel butterflies in his stomach. (Damn he’s beautiful.) Bruce laughs as he got up to make the popcorn.
B: “Of course I would, Babe”
When bruce comes back with the popcorn, they get comfy and started the movie. During the movie, Vance was laying the back of his head on Bruce’s chest while Bruce slowly massaged his head. Vance felt like he needed to say something. Anything at all.
V: “Thank you…”
B: *chuckles* “For what?”
V: “For dealing with a piece of shit like me…”
B: “Well, thank YOU for letting me”
Vance laughs at that just as a jump-scare popped up and Bruce jumped at it, grabbing Vance’s hand out of reflex. Vance grabs back and kissed the top of Bruce’s hand. Bruce gave him a heartwarming smile and went back to watching the movie.
The whole time Vance was thinking to himself
(How could I ever deserve you❤️)
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{ I did it😭• Pls be nice to me since this is my first fic🤞🏾🧍🏾♀️}
"hey youve been kinda quiet what's on your mind?"
me: "oh nothing i was just zoning out"
my brain: therian commune therian commune therian commune therian commune therian commune therian commune therian commune therian commun tgerian conune terin coo
hahahaha imagine if they dont win lmaooo
and then they win every award shows
GOD I LOVE TEXTED STORIES SM
telling your boyfriend “i just paid $200 for air in the tires— is that normal??”
ft. izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijiro kirishima, hanta sero
With the kamikou fes thing, I could see them pulling a Resonant Town where Toya is the focus for the event and the stuff with Mizuki and Ena happens kinda in the background, and that then leads into Mizuki5. So like i'm imagining Mafuyu5 = Kick it up a notch, Kamikou fes2 = resotown, and Mizuki5 = whip the wimp girl. So possibly something where you could skip reading the mixed event in the middle and still get the plot, but to REALLY get the plot you have to read the mixed event
Oh that’s true actually. Come to think of it Toya doesn’t know Mizuki’s secret yet, but it’s kind of an inevitability that he will find out with them being in the same class and all, like how An found out. And Toya’s much more honest and honestly is the type of person who would just take the information and just immediately accept it, like An in some ways even if they’re totally different. He’d be a very good support imo, and could probably give Mizuki some advice on opening up to Ena, like he did with An in wimp girl.
Honestly a kamikou fes event probably could work to bridge the gap. An and Rui already know Mizuki’s secret, Toya will find out eventually, and Akito might know through rumors (he mentions knowing about rumors going around in the original Kamikou fes). Maybe you could do something like Ena maybe hearing things from Mizuki’s classmates and then the other characters helping her out 🤔
OH MY LORD I NEED THIS MAN!!
Freak Like Me
Bucky x reader
Summary: You got banned from playing music in the training room for a reason, and when an unexpected song plays during your workout, Bucky finds out why.
Word Count: 2311
Thought I'd give you guys something a little more spicy! Hope you enjoy :)
You walked down the hall of the Avengers tower toward the training room, and it was uncharacteristically quiet. You knew a lot of the Avengers had meetings today, but you didn’t think everyone did. You were glad though, because you didn’t really like working out with other people and you could play whatever music you wanted over the speakers.
You listened to a little bit of everything, and that was true for working out too. The music would go from rap, to pop, to rock, and while you didn’t blink an eye, everyone else hated it. So, naturally, you got banned from playing music when everyone else was in there.
You walked around the corner into the training room and came to a stop. Bucky was inside warming up on the treadmill. Of course someone had to be in there, and of course it had to be Bucky. He of all people would be most likely to hate your music.
You hadn’t brought your headphones, and you thought about going back to get them when Bucky looked your way.
“Hey, y/n,” he said, turning off the treadmill.
“Oh, hey Bucky,” you said, realizing it probably looked like you were standing there staring at him.
You walked in and set your stuff down, plugging in your phone by the benches because you forgot to charge it last night.
“What are you hitting today,” Bucky asked.
“Steve is making me do his leg workout,” you said, rolling your eyes.
“Yikes, have fun with that.”
Bucky walked over to pick up some weights as you were trying to decide whether or not to ask if you could play music. You assumed he would say no, but decided to ask him anyway.
“Hey Buck, is it cool if I play music?”
“Yeah, go ‘head,” he said, surprising you.
“Oh, okay cool.” You went to your settings to connect your phone to the speakers, then pressed shuffle on your workout playlist. The first song that started playing was an old rock song, so you were hoping Bucky wouldn’t regret saying yes too much. Then, you walked over to the other side of the training room to get set up.
Your playlist went through a bunch of different genres, but thankfully, Bucky didn’t seem to mind. You were both just minding your own business and doing your own thing.
A little bit later, a new song started playing and you heard Bucky call over to you.
“Hey, I actually know this one,” he said, with a proud smile on his face.
You just laughed, listening to the music and realizing it was Put Your Head on My Shoulder by Paul Anka. It would’ve came out after the 40s, but apparently Bucky still knew it.
But then, you started thinking, this song would not be on your workout playlist. Your eyes went wide when you realized what song it actually was. Freak by Doja Cat.
You quickly reached down for your phone to change the song, only to realize it was still plugged in on the other side of the room. Plus, you couldn’t just change the one song Bucky said he knew without him being suspicious.
You started to freak out, knowing the song would definitely make him uncomfortable, when the music paused for a brief moment. You held your breath for what was coming next.
“Freak like me. You want a good girl that does bad things (to you).”
You looked at Bucky, and you couldn’t see his face because he had his back facing you, but he had stopped in the middle of his workout. You started over to get your phone when he turned around.
“What the heck is this?” he asked, a mix of confusion and horror on his face.
You stopped, trying to figure out how to answer, when the song kept going.
“Tied him down to my queen bed. Tease him just enough to hate me. Tied it tight enough he can’t break free.”
You scurried over to the benches and grabbed your phone, quickly skipping the song. You tried to play it cool, but Bucky was already walking over to you.
“So, is this why you got banned from playing music? You play songs about sex?”
You sighed. “No, they just don’t like that I play so many different genres,” you said, your face heating up.
He just hummed in response, still staring at you with his steel blue eyes.
“And here I was, thinking that you were so innocent,” he said, smirking.
“It’s – just a good song,” you replied, trying to defend yourself. Your face was bright red at this point, and you knew he was loving this, making you squirm.
“So, which one of the guys are you wanting to tie down to your bed, hmm?”
Your jaw dropped, face flushing as you tried to figure out how to respond to that.
“No one,” you said, “it’s just a catchy song.”
“Right,” he responded, his smile getting a little bigger. You knew he was never going to let this go.
“Well, I’m gonna go back to my workout,” you said, walking past him. But before you could get very far, he grabbed your arm and turned you toward him in one quick motion. You were now standing chest to chest, your faces just inches apart.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you played that song on purpose. I mean, we are the only two people in the tower for another couple hours,” he said, his voice low and deeper than it was before, sending a shiver down your spine.
Your jaw dropped slightly once again, trying to figure out if he was being serious or not. Your heart was thumping in your chest, and you hated to admit it, but him pulling you towards him and talking in that voice was making you insanely turned on.
You opened your mouth, but when nothing came out, Bucky’s smirk just got bigger.
“I – I didn’t play that on purpose,” was all you could say.
Finally, Bucky broke character and started to laugh, dropping his hand from your arm. Your skin was still tingling where his hand had been.
“I’m just messing with you y/n,” he said, laughing. “You should’ve seen your face though!”
You stood there in shock as he walked away, trying to wrap your head around what had just happened. You walked back to the other side of the room, but you weren’t able to focus on the rest of your workout. You didn’t dare look over toward Bucky, so you had no idea that his gaze kept shifting to you, distracted from his own workout.
You finished your workout as quickly as possible and made a beeline for the door, grabbing your phone and not saying a word to Bucky as you practically ran out the door.
You were halfway down the hallway before you finally felt like you could breathe again. You didn’t realize how you had basically been holding your breath that whole time. You got back to your room and quickly jumped in the shower, just wanting to relax after how worked up you were.
You stepped out of the shower when you realized you forgot to grab clothes to change into. You sighed, trying not to focus on how nothing seemed to be going your way today. You just wrapped your towel around you after drying off and walked out of the bathroom to your room.
You were halfway down the hallway before you looked up and stopped dead in your tracks. Bucky was standing outside the door to your room.
And you were standing in front of him in nothing but a little towel. Could this day get any weirder?
“Uhh, what are you doing?” you asked.
“Sorry I just – was gonna apologize, but – seems like you’re really trying to get my attention now,” he said, a smirk plastered on his face yet again.
You sighed, determined to not let him get under your skin this time. Maybe you’d have a little fun with him.
“And what if I am?” you said, giving him a smirk of your own.
His smirk turned into a brief second of shock, and you could tell he was caught off guard.
You sauntered down the hallway, walking right past him into your room, but not before running your hand along his arm as you walked past. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked into your room, not bothering to close the door.
You walked over to your dresser, bending over to get clothes out, knowing your towel was long enough to cover you, but not quite long enough to keep Bucky from going a little crazy. You made sure to pick out the tiniest pair of shorts you own and a cropped baby tee.
You turned around grabbing the top of your towel like you were going to drop it at any second. His face was bright red and he looked like a deer in headlights. Man was this fun.
“You standing there hoping for a show, or can I get dressed in peace?”
“Oh, uh – sorry,” he mumbled. He pointed at the door, “do you want me to, uh – never mind,” he put his head down and practically ran the other way.
You tried so hard not to bust out laughing as you went over and shut the door.
Once you put on your clothes, you walked back down to the kitchen to get something to eat. Conveniently, Bucky was right there, sitting at the island.
“Hey Buck,” you said, flashing him a smile.
He looked you up and down, obviously liking what you were wearing.
“Hey,” he finally managed to get out.
“Are you gonna make something for lunch,” you asked him.
“Uhh, yeah I was gonna make some eggs.”
“Oooh, that sounds good, maybe I’ll make some too.” You walked over to the drawer with the pans, exaggerating every movement as you bent over. You knew he was going insane.
“Do you want me to just make yours too,” you asked, not bothering to turn around. You set the pan on the stove, finally turning around when he didn’t answer you.
That’s when you realized he was right behind you, looking at you with a deep intensity in his eyes. He had been so flustered, you didn’t expect him to do anything about it.
He slowly leaned forward, arms grabbing the counter on either side of you, trapping you in place.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Umm, making eggs,” you said, slowly.
“Are you tryna’ kill me, doll?”
The nickname made your stomach flutter.
“I was joking earlier,” he said, “I never thought you’d do it back.”
“And what makes you think I’m joking?” you responded.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that I’ve never seen you wear so little clothes around the tower.”
“I was still hot from my workout,” you said, shrugging.
“Oh, trust me, I am too,” he said, lifting his eyebrows.
Bucky didn’t back up, and neither did you.
He looked down at you, his voice rough with restraint. “You keep playing with fire, doll.”
You tilted your head, meeting his stare without flinching. “Maybe I like the heat.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched as his eyes darkened. For a moment, neither of you moved—until he reached up, brushing a strand of damp hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered against your cheek, trailing lightly down your jaw.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured.
“Good,” you whispered, your voice breathy.
And that was all it took. He leaned in fast, pressing his lips to yours with a force that stole your breath. One hand gripped the counter beside you, the other sliding around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You gasped into the kiss, fingers fisting in the fabric of his shirt, and he took that opportunity to deepen it—his lips moving hungrily against yours like he’d been waiting for this for far too long.
When you finally pulled apart for air, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing hard.
“Still want eggs?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.
You smiled, shaking your head. “Not really.”
Bucky’s smirk returned, but this time it was laced with something deeper—need, maybe, or anticipation. He backed you gently out of the kitchen, never breaking eye contact.
“Then come on, sweetheart,” he said. “Let’s see how hot things can really get.”
And just like that, lunch was officially off the menu.
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The next morning, you woke up tangled in warm sheets—and even warmer arms.
Bucky was still fast asleep behind you, his chest pressed to your back, metal arm draped lazily over your waist. His steady breathing tickled the back of your neck, and you smiled, remembering the very unexpected turn your day had taken.
You shifted slightly, and his grip tightened instinctively, pulling you even closer. “Mmm… don’t move,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
“I thought super soldiers didn’t need this much rest,” you teased softly.
His lips brushed your shoulder. “They don’t,” he murmured. “But if it means waking up next to you like this…I’ll gladly pretend to be human.”
You rolled your eyes with a grin and reached behind you to ruffle his hair. “You’re such a sap.”
He grinned against your skin. “Only for you.”
Your phone buzzed from the nightstand, a text from Nat lighting up the screen:
You forgot to clean the pan from your “egg-making” session yesterday. Sloppy cover story, y/n.
You groaned and hid your face in the pillow as Bucky peeked at the message over your shoulder.
“So… busted?” he asked.
You sighed. “So busted.”
He laughed, pulling you closer again. “Worth it.”
And you had to admit—it really, really was.
