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nano--raptor · 4 years

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If you said Destiny, I wouldn’t believe you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1100

Warnings: Fluff, emotions, softness, hinting at sadness and pain from the past, happy hopeful ending

A/N: This is my contribution for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Romcom Drabbles challenge! I wrote this inspired by a scene in the French movie Amelie, if you haven’t seen it I highly recommend, it’s a beautiful, lovely story and always gives me lots of feels❤ You can watch the scene I was inspired by here, this happens after Amelie finds the box in her apartment and is determined to find the owner. In the movie she delivers it anonymously, but I wanted an event that brings Bucky and the reader together. Also, don’t at me about Bucky’s age, I just thought it worked as written and kept it that way :) *Bottom right image of the moodboard is from the movie! Thank you so much for reading, enjoy!❤

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The knock at the door pulled Bucky’s attention away from the game and he turned the volume down on the tv as he stood. The game - baseball - was so different from what he remembered, they hit harder, ran faster, threw further. It was exciting to watch, but sports in the future was weird to him. Athletes seemed superhuman these days. Maybe they were; maybe he and Steve weren’t the only super soldiers. Maybe there were also super athletes.

His attention was still on the tv as he unlocked and pulled the door open, but when he turned his gaze to the person at the door the world faded away. A woman, young, pretty, with bright eyes and a bright smile. She looked sweet and hopeful and Bucky found himself smiling back at her even though he had no idea who she was.

“Hi! Um, is this the Barnes residence?” She sounded a bit nervous, and Bucky’s smile faltered slightly, a bit unnerved that a complete stranger had tracked down his home - and him - by name, but she seemed honest and genuine, so he gave her the benefit of the doubt.

“Uh, yeah,” he answered slowly, cautiously, keeping a calm expression but with a hint of a frown now resting between his brows.

“Oh yay! Is, um,” the woman tried to peek around him. “Is there a Mr. Banes here? Barnes Senior?” Bucky’s mouth twitched back into a smile, cocking his head at her question.

“As in, my father?”

“Um, maybe?” she shifted on her feet, blushing slightly. This was odd, but she was adorable.

“Nope, it’s just me.” Bucky relaxed slightly, holding back a chuckle but burning to know what the woman was after. She frowned slightly and looked down at a parcel in her hands, which Bucky hadn’t noticed her holding until now.

“Hmm, ok, that’s… odd. Would you by chance be James Barnes then?” Now Bucky’s smile faded and he mirrored the woman’s frown, defenses rising again.

“Yeah, that’s me… why?”

“Well, um. This doesn’t make any sense but… I suppose this belongs to you then!” She held out the parcel, a small box wrapped in brown paper. Bucky took it cautiously, looking it over and giving it a slight shake. He peered down the hall before stepping back into his apartment and motioning the woman to join him. She nibbled her lip and hesitantly agreed, stepping through the door and closing it as Bucky headed back over to the couch. He gently unwrapped the paper, revealing a weathered tin box. His eyes widened and the paper fell from his grasp and he slowly sat down, opening the tin gingerly. The woman watched as emotion covered his face, fingers gently sifting through the contents.

In a flash, memories came flooding back to Bucky as he saw photos, newspaper clippings and small cracker jack toys inside. Memories of a childhood so long ago, it seemed like another lifetime, another reality. So much had happened that his former life seemed like a distant fantasy. A story of someone else’s life that he only knew and remembered from reading about it.

Bucky loved baseball as a kid. He remembered when the Yankees won the World Series in ‘32, then the Giants, and then a few years later, the Yankees won four back to back titles. What a time that had been. He and his friends would run around the neighbourhood, they’d try and play ball whenever they could, and play catch when they couldn’t. He remembered trying to call their shots, and running like hell when the ball went where it wasn’t supposed to.

It was a simpler time then. They all ended up going their own ways, and Bucky had started chasing other interests, eventually joining the army, but seeing these items that he’d collected as a boy made his past life actually seem real.

“Where did you find this?” he looked up at her, his voice quiet, emotion heavy in his eyes. She looked back at him, almost looking like she might cry, a small smile on her lips.

“I actually found it in my apartment. It took a while to track down the history of who had lived there, but eventually I found out about the Barnes family, in the 30’s.” They held each other’s gaze for a moment, before Bucky just breathed “wow” and looked back down at the contents of the box again.

“I remember that place now,” he said with a sigh. “But I’d forgotten all about this.” A few moments passed before the woman shifted and cleared her throat nervously.

“One thing I don’t understand, if I may. You… you don’t look like...” her voice trailed off and Bucky chuckled, finishing her thought.

“Like a 90 year old man?’ She smiled and nodded shyly. Bucky closed the tin and set it on the table, leaning back on the couch and smiling softly at her. “You wanna hear a crazy story?”

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You’d fallen in love with Bucky that day. Conversation flowed easily and before you knew it you were meeting for coffee, having lunch together in small cafes, spending nights together. You’d go for rides on his motorcycle through old neighbourhoods of the city while Bucky pointed out landmarks that he now remembered from his childhood. He made you happy, and seeing him happy and at peace, after hearing about his life, warmed your heart in a way that you thought was impossible.

One day, the two of you sat by the river in comfortable silence, while you skipped rocks across the surface, when he’d suddenly asked you:

“How can you love someone like me?” He looked at you with sadness in his eyes, and it broke your heart. “Bucky Barnes. I never used to believe in destiny, or miracles, or fairy tales. But the day I found that little tin box in my apartment, my life changed. I set out to find the owner, to bring happiness to those around me, and I found you.” You laced your fingers together with his, feeling a sense of calm after so long of feeling alone, holding onto your fairy tale dreams of true love, wondering if they’d ever happen.

“The world has been hard for you, but you have a kind heart and you deserve someone who loves you, and reminds you of that.” You smiled softly. “I love you Bucky.”

Bucky smiled and squeezed your hand, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss. “I love you too darlin’, and you definitely show me that everyday. Thank you.”

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wolfs-hunt1 · 4 years

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Friends with benefits

Pairing: TJ Hammond x reader

This is for the HBC Surprise Drabble Challenge, the prompt I picked is ‘Friends With Benefits’ with TJ Hammond. @the-ss-horniest-book-club. Just something silly that poped in my head. Sorry for any mistakes encountered.

Word count: 2497

Warning: angst, mention of smut, fluff

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You wake up slowly, head pounding with the remainder of yesterday's party.

You screwed your eyes shut tightly and turned slightly around, burring your head deeper into the silk sheets of the pillow. A heady musk, not entirely unfamiliar, permeated your senses until you felt it. Or rather, until you felt him.

Drunken memories from last night came rushing to you once you felt his heavy harm wrap around your middle and pull you closer to him.

TJ. Your best friend, the one you had vowed to never fuck again because being friends with benefits with him was nothing but trouble. Because being friends with h meant you had to suppress your feelings because he was just making sure he was still gay.

You two had started being friends with benefits last year but had paused it because he wanted to date a guy, so you stoped and vowed yourself you wouldn't do it again. And here you are, trying to get out from under his vice grip on you and collect your scattered clothes to put them on hastily to try and sneak out. But your efforts are proven useless when you hear him turning on the bed and groggily call out to you by your nickname.

"(Y/N/N), came back to bed, babe, it's too early." He rasped, scrunching up his face when he opens his eyes right in a sunbeam. You take a moment to look at him sprawled on the bed, waiting for you to join him once more.

Taking a deep breath with a shake of your head you tell him " I can't stay, I'm gonna be late for work." And rush out of his apartment, putting your uncomfortable heels on the way out and not giving him a chance to talk you out of it.

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The rest of the morning goes by fast, only leaving you enough time to go home for a shower and a change of clothes before you have to go into your shift at the café. Your head is killing you throughout your entire shift, the heavy pulsating behind your eyelids reminding you not to follow TJ into one of his rabbit holes of booze ever again.

Last night had been a mistake. You shouldn't have let him seduce you into having sex with him. Not when you had told him that last time would have been last time. You had ignored all his calls, firing an angry message his way saying you were busy at work and he was distracting you. That had made him stop, suspiciously fast and your slowly increasing mood came crashing when he walking in the cafe and sat in one of the tables in your section.

You take a deep breath and go to him, notepad on the ready, "What can I get you?"

"Well, for starters I would like to know why are you avoiding me, and then I would like a coffee, I have a killer headache and the coffee you make is the only I like to drink." He's looking at you with a mixture of pissed off and slight pain in his face. Your hands lower, fingers barely keeping their grasp on the notepad.

"I'm at work TJ, I can't just stop to go and talk on the phone, I've already been reprimanded for being late enough times, I don't want to also get fired." you huff a small puff of breath and half turn from his table "I'll get you your coffee."

TJ doesn't leave the cafe, even after he's done with his third cup of coffee and the afternoon is giving way to the night. He will look your way occasionally, and you see what he's doing. He's waiting for your shift to end, giving you no way to escape the impending talk he wants to have.

The clock ticks by ever so slowly, and you finally let out a sigh when the coworker that will take the shift after yours arrives, making you dash to the small employer locker room to take off your apron and let your anxious heart beat for a while before having to face TJ.

He's waiting for you right outside the cafe door once you leave, almost scaring you in the process.

"TJ, you've been waiting all day just to talk to me, I'm sure you must have had better things to do with your day than wasting it with me." You start walking down the sidewalk, not looking back at him, knowing he'll just follow you until he get what he wants anyway.

"Why do you keep avoiding me?" he asks, his exasperated tone making his voice almost break at the end. "Why are you running away from me?"

You turn abruptly "I'M NOT…" you tug his arm pulling him to the side so no one can eavesdrop "I'm not running away from you TJ." you try to calm down, this outburst of emotions making you head race with thousands of things you would like to say, but you know you cant. "But you can't expect me to keep falling in your bed whenever you smile at me. We stopped being friends with benefits so we could date other people. Besides, I can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?"

"This!" you wave around the both of you, not looking into his eyes. "I can't keep being your sex buddy whenever you are too high or too drunk to get a dude to bone, or whenever you just want to assure yourself you are still gay." you know now you are just being cruel with your choice of words, but your heart his done being played with. If you can't have him, then you will have to stop deluding yourself just to get your heart broken once more whenever you wake up naken in his bed.

You can see if eyes start to shine, unspilled tears gathering in them.

"Is that really what you think we are? What you think I'm doing? Using you to…" he can't even will himself to say the words, his throat clogging up along with the tears that want to spill from his eyes. He shakes his head and takes a step away from you, your heart breaking for having made that look appear on his face. You whisper his name and try to reach for him, but he only shrugs away and takes one more step from you. "You know what? I won't bother you anymore." he turns around, ignoring your calls of his name, and soon he is completely out of your sight, leaving you stunned in the sidewalk.

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You can barely sleep that night, TJ won't answer any of your texts and you even rush to the club to see if he's there only to be barred by his security, telling you he didn't come there that night and that without him you couldn't go up to his office.

After days with no sighs from him, you are starting to get anxious, and all the more when Dougie leaves a voice mail with a frantic tone on the other side of the call.

"(Y/N), please you have to come over, TJ isn't doing any good, he won't leave his apartment and he won't even let me in. You're his best friend, you have to help him call him to reason." you rush out of work once you hear his call, and make your way to TJ's apartment as fast as you can.

You forego the elevator, deciding to climb the start two at a time would be faster, and run the length of the hallway into TJ's door, when you get there, completely out of breath you notice Dougie stand up from his stop on the floor.

"I'm glad you could make it (Y/N)." he hugs you tightly but when you stiffen he gets back to look at you, "What is it?"

"It's my fault…" you whisper barely audible.

"What?"

"I think it's my fault he's like this."

"What do you mean?"

"I said….. I said pretty nasty things last time we were together. I doubt he'll listen to me at all."

"We have to try it (Y/N), he hasn't been answering any of my calls, or even getting out of the apartment, but he's in there, I can hear him occasionally. So I know he asnt….overdosed" he whispers the last part, afraid of its implications.

" He's been getting better you know? He barely does it anymore. I know it's ideal, but it's better." you sigh, and shouldering off your purse and dropping it to the floor you reach closer to the door. You knock softly and wait for an answer that doesn't come. You look at Douglas, he looks at you as if saying 'told you so', and so you knock again, this time saying with a soft tone "It's (Y/N), TJ. I wanted to make sure you were okay in there… you haven't been taking my calls and I'm really worried about you."

A few seconds go by until you can faintly hear soft padding on the floor until they stop in front of the door. You know he's listening, even if he doesn't say anything or opens the door. You let out a shuddering breath before slipping down his door and sitting down on the floor, soon followed by Dougie, leaning on the wall by your left.

"I wanted to… I wanted to apologize for what I said the other day. For all of it." you hear a small snort on the other side of the door. Well at least he was somewhat whiling to hear you out or he would have left already. "I was a jerk, and I can now see that the words I used were not the best. I just…" you look shily to Dougie trying to keep things vague so that he doesn't get to know stuff he shouldn't. "I've known you my entire life, and we've been friends since forever. I've known things about you sometimes even before you knew them. I guess what I'm trying to say is, what I said to you last time, was just me trying to not get hurt. And I'm an idiot, so of course, I pushed you away. and I can't really say much more on it cuz Dougie is still here…" your rushed words were interrupted by the loud clicking of his bolt and you rushed to stand on your feet.

"I'm fine Dougie, ok? Just go home." TJ says, voice gruff from disuse and probably from crying if his red-rimmed eyes arent from something else. He grabs your hand and pulls you against him into his house "I promise I won't do anything stupid, besides, (Y/N/N) is here now to stop that from happening." he waits until his brother relents and nods, going down the hallway after a few seconds telling him to call him later so he would relax.

TJ pushed the door close and takes a few steps from you, almost as if just the close proximity hurt him. Then he moves to his couch and just slumps on it, hiding his face beneath his stretched arm. You are just standing still at the door, awkwardly shuffling your feet around.

"I'm sorry." you wring your hands together and give a tentative step forward stoping when TJ moves his head under his arm to look at you from the corner of his eye.

"I'm sorry too." that comes as a surprise to you.

"For what?"

"For the way I've made you feel. For how I made you feel like you were nothing more than just a checkup for my sexuality. I didn't realize that was how you felt."

"It…it isn't really…I… I was hurt and I just wanted to get out without having to talk about my feelings, so I just took the short cut of saying the first thing that came to mind."

"Guess we were both idiots then… not talking about our feelings and just… walking around them."

"Guess we should talk then." you say, getting the courage needed to walk up to the couch, raising his legs and sitting down, resting them on top of yours. "Were should we start?"

"Probably by the first time we even had sex."

"We were extremely drunk that night." you laugh, reminiscing of it. "I think we started making out at some bar and then just, went for it in the bathroom. And then again once we got home…" you are blushing with the memories of your first time together.

"And then after that, we just kept fucking whenever we got together. We never really talked about it, we just… went for it."

"Pretty much, yeah, we became friends with benefits after a drunk night, and then we just kept coming back to each other." he's looking at you now, while you are absentmindedly playing with his shoelaces.

"But you thought I was just reassuring myself over my sexuality?" his tone his hurt and you can see the wince he made before he managed to hide it.

"I just… I just thought you preferred guys, and so I was a bit hurt when mornings came around…" your voice is small, barely audible, and after a long silence, you finally look TJ in the eyes.

"Yeah, I do prefer guys, but you? you were the only girl that actually ever got my attention. We'd been friends since forever, and I guess I never really managed to separate what we had for love. For me, it was always clear, even when I didn't know what it was."

"I just thought that if I hid my feelings for you, we would be able to just be together, even if there was nothing more from it."

"So… we've been two idiots pinning for each other without admitting it."

"Oh no…" you giggled "I admitted it, just not to you." this prompts him to lightly slap your thigh laughing with you soon after.

"So… do you wanna try going steady? I mean we already do all of it, we fight, we have sex, we know each other's dirty secrets… But I'd like to be able to call you mine if you would like to call me yours." this makes you bite your lips for a few moments, looking at his baby blues until you nodded slowly, watching the grin break out on his plump lips.

"I would love that." once he hears those words he scrambles on the couch, straddling your hips and kissing you deeply, whispering sweet words while reassuring you you are everything he ever wanted and more.

You wake up in his bed the morning after, a sweet ache between your legs and a warm arm pulling you closer. It might have taken you both years to admit it that you loved each other, but you were happy to be finally waking up with TJ and be able to cuddle closer without having to sneak out afterward.

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eurynome827 · 4 years

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When You Met Chris Beck

For @the-ss-horniest-book-club Romcom Drabbles!

Pairing: Chris Beck x Reader

Word Count: 1,670

Warnings: Language, mention of sexytimes and angst following.

A/N: Direct dialogue from the movie When Harry Met Sally will be in italics, but there's a lot paraphrased to match this scenario and if you are as familiar with this movie as I am, you will hear the original in your head as you read. All credit to the genius of the late, great Nora Ephron. If you've never seen this movie ....please do as soon as possible. It is the greatest romcom ever.

"Chris Beck. It's nice to meet you," he said smoothly, and you took his outstretched hand, shaking it and introducing yourself.

"So," you shook off the pleasantries, jumping right in. "As you know this lab project will take 12 hours. I've taken the liberty of sketching out where we can each take breaks, and which parts of the project should be completed by a certain time, and," you paused at his slight chuckle, looking up from your notebook. "Something wrong?"

"No, no..." He waved you off, that smirk still on his face. "You're clearly very organized. Don't let me get in your way."

Your eyes narrowed. "I hope you're planning on doing your part of this project."

"Hey," he said quickly, clearly offended. "I'm just as serious as you about being here. I'm just a little more relaxed than you are."

Ignoring the 'uptight' implication in his words, you threw yourself into the project. You gave him one word answers to his questions, and dodged his personal queries as best as you could.

"Are you seeing anyone?" He finally came right out with it and you sighed, not even looking up at him from the microscope.

"Look, Beck, I don't really want to talk about my personal life. We're not friends."

"Ouch. Why don't you want to be friends? We're going to be in this training program together for two more years, you know."

"On different career paths," you clarified. "There's a good chance we don't see each other again after tonight."

"Well, have a nice life then, I guess."

Your boyfriend handed you a champagne flute and you sipped it gratefully. The welcome home party for Ares III was not your usual scene, and you were grateful for his support. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and pulled back to see a face you hadn't seen (in person at least) for years.

"I thought that was you!" Beck clapped your boyfriend on his shoulder and they shook hands, catching up for a few minutes. Every once in a while Beck's eyes would wander over to you and a tiny look of confusion crossed his face. Each time you met his eyes directly, just daring him to remember. Finally, he said his farewells, gave you one last lost look, and wandered away into the party.

"Thank goodness he didn't remember me. I had to do a 12 hour lab project with him in training and it was the longest night of my life."

Your boyfriend looked curious. "What happened?"

"He wouldn't stop asking me all these personal questions and finally I told him we weren't going to be friends."

"Twelve hours with someone is a long time. Maybe he was just being polite." Holding his hands up and stepping back in retreat, he grinned at you. "Just playing devil's advocate!"

"Okay, okay. Maybe I was rude, but it meant a lot to me to be accepted to this program and I never want to be narrowed down to 'someone's girlfriend'. No offense," you winked at him.

Beck found you again later, leaning against the bar waiting for a refill, and greeted you by your full name.

"Did you ask someone, or did you finally remember?"

"Who could forget that 12 hour project?"

"You did, an hour ago."

"Are you always this direct?"

"Always." You cleared your throat, and attempted a smile. "So...how was space?"

Beck choked on his drink. "I'm sure your daily briefings told you everything the news didn't. Maybe they missed one thing," he beamed at you. "I'm getting married."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Who is she?"

"You know her, Beth Johanssen."

"Oh." She'd been on the mission, too. "Well, good luck to you both."

"Thanks," he nudged your shoulder with his, "how about you two?" He asked nodding over at your boyfriend.

"Still can't stop yourself from asking personal questions, hmm?"

"Ah, right, I forgot. We're not friends," he picked up his drink and winked at you before walking away.

At the soft sound of a throat clearing, you looked up from the journal article you were reading, put down your cup of coffee, and stared for a moment before speaking. "Dr. Beck...hello."

"Hi," he gestures to the empty seat at your table. "May I?"

"Of course," you watched as he sat down. He looked different, was acting different. The light in his eyes was out. "I didn't know you'd transferred here."

"Yeah," he breathed out slowly. "I needed a change."

"How's..."

He shook his head, cutting you off. "We're getting divorced."

You nodded, looking over his changed appearance. His eyes met yours.

"How's..." He started and stopped as you sighed and bit your lip.

"We just broke up."

"I'm sorry."

"Me too. I'm sorry, Beck."

It was the quietest and most sincere conversation you two had ever had. He picked up his own cup of coffee and took a sip before asking, "so what happened with you guys?"

A long lunch of sharing sad stories became dinner...became friendship.

Best friends.

You helped him decorate his new apartment. He helped you bring home your Christmas tree. The two of you spent so much time together there almost wasn't time to see other people, but then you both did and told each other your terrible dating stories.

An attempt to set each other up with your other best friends backfired spectacularly as your best friend and his best friend fell for each other instead.

You were stuck with each other.

"Hello?"

Your tearful voice filled the phone line. "Can you come over?"

"What's wrong?"

"He's getting married!"

"Who?"

"MY EX."

"I'll be right there."

You opened the door, sniffling into a tissue, eyes red-rimmed and full of unshed tears. He followed you back to your bed, holding you while you cried and explained that even though you had thought he never wanted to get married, he had just never wanted to marry you.

"What's wrong with me?" You wailed.

"Nothing." Beck brushed his fingers through your hair.

"I'm difficult. I'm too structured and hard to deal with."

"But in a good way."

You laughed, despite yourself, and nuzzled closer to him. "Can you hold me for a little, please?"

He did - and when one thing led to another you both should have put a stop to it. You were vulnerable and so was he, in his own way. In the morning you could barely look at each other, and he dressed quickly and left.

Even though you agreed that it had been a mistake, a tiny bubble of resentment began to grow and grow inside you, filling up your veins and stretching from your fingers to your toes. When he finally confronted you and was met with your fury, he replied with indignation.

"You were laying there looking at me - don't go, hold me - what was I supposed to do?"

"Are you saying you took pity on me? Fuck you!"

The sound of your hand slapping his face echoed throughout the room.

You hadn't spoken in weeks.

You screened your calls relentlessly.

"The fact that you're not answering leads me to believe you're either (a) not at home, (b) home but don't want to talk to me, or (c) home, desperately want to talk to me, but trapped under something heavy. If it's either (a) or (c), please call me back."

One day, there was something about his tone of voice that made you answer the call.

"Hey, hi!" He sounded like an excited puppy.

You answered him flatly. "What do you want?"

"Um...are you going to the NASA mixer next week? Because I am, and if you are...we always said we could go together to those things so we wouldn't be alone..."

"I can't do this anymore, Beck," you cut him off. "I am not your consolation prize."

You hung up the phone without another word.

Standing in the corner by yourself at the NASA mixer, you finished your second glass of champagne and sighed. One more round through this room and then it's home with a bottle of wine, comfort television and your own self-loathing.

You stopped short in your tracks on your way to the door as Beck appeared, leaning in the doorway out of breath, as if he had run here. He spotted you, and rushed over, and you couldn't make your feet move. You were frozen in place as he approached.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you."

You blinked.

"What?"

"I love you."

"How do you expect me to respond to this?"

"How about, you love me too."

"How about, I'm leaving."

He grabbed your arm and you were too shocked to try and shake him off. "Listen to me! I'm sorry about what happened. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize how much I wanted you and then I was scared to lose you, and then I was an asshole and I lost you anyway. I can't be without you anymore, you have to believe me!" Your eyes filled with tears as he spoke, and you watched him - he was full of that light, the light that had been missing, and you knew he was telling you the truth. "I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

You shrugged away from his hold, only to pull him close with both arms and kiss him, somewhat indecently, in front of all your colleagues at the NASA mixer.

Beck: The first time we met, we hated each other.

You: No, you didn't hate me, I hated you. The second time we met, you didn't even remember me.

Beck: I did too, I remembered you. The third time we met, we became friends.

You: We were friends for a long time.

Beck: And then we weren't.

You: And then we fell in love.

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the-ce-horniest-book-club · 4 years

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Welcome to a HBC Surprise Drabble Challenge ACROSS FOUR BLOGS! Sebastian Stan Characters HBC, Chris Evans HBC, Tom Hiddleston HBC and MCU HBC are all participating in this collaborative challenge! This special challenge will run until Monday, September 7, 2020.

The theme of this challenge is Romcom Drabbles! It was inspired by a conversation with our members about which movies they'd like to see remade with Seb characters. In this challenge you can take a movie from our list or choose your own and write a Drabble based on that plot with any of the characters from all four HBC blogs - just make sure to tag the one you're writing for! It doesn't need to be a re-creation of the movie, inspired by is just fine!

Rules For Romcom Drabbles:

You do not need to reserve a prompt.

You do not need to tell us which prompt you're writing.

You can write as many or as few as you'd like, and there is no word minimum or maximum.

You may write for one blog or all four blogs, your level of participation is entirely up to you! Just make sure to send links to the correct blog for the masterlist.

Smut/Fluff/Angst/any combo accepted, please adhere to HBC Guidelines.

To get on the masterlist, DM the link to your drabble(s) to the correct HBC for your chosen character - All Romcom Drabble links received by midnight EST on Monday September 7 will be added to the masterlist.

Prompts:

You've Got Mail

Sweet Home Alabama

Sleepless In Seattle

Love Actually

Crazy Rich Asians

Mamma Mia

Friends With Benefits

To All The Boys I've Loved Before

The Proposal

Forgetting Sarah Marshall

Wedding Crashers

Enchanted

13 Going On 30

40 Year Old Virgin

10 Things I Hate About You

Clueless

When Harry Met Sally

Sleeping With Other People

Bend It Like Beckham

Kissing Jessica Stein

Desk Set

Sabrina

Notting Hill

Groundhog Day

Pretty Woman

Think Like A Man

Love & Basketball

While You Were Sleeping

My Best Friend's Wedding

America's Sweethearts Serendipity

Kate & Leopold

I.Q.

Sixteen Candles

Pretty in Pink

Say Anything

About a Boy

Coming to America

Easy A

Zombieland

Red

Or Choose Your Own!

If you want to do headcanons/moodboards/art instead, PLEASE DO and tag us/DM the link!

Have fun playing!

Love, The HBC 💋

@the-ss-horniest-book-club

@the-ce-horniest-book-club

@the-th-horniest-book-club

@the-mcu-horniest-book-club

#hbc challenge #romcom drabble challenge

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Clueless

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (college Bucky AU)

Word Count: 1,634

Summary: You and Bucky are kind of friends and it takes a shitty night and some soul searching on your part to make a big realization...

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club and the Surprise Drabble Challenge: Romcoms! This is such a fun idea and took me almost all week to figure out and decide on but I went with Clueless as my inspiration because it is definintely one of my favorites. So I used some dialouge straight out of the movie- so thank you to the writers, credit goes to them- and I kept the 90′s vibe but also updated a thing or two- hopefully it makes sense and works. Also, you can just imagine Bucky and the reader know each other in the same way Cher and Josh do in the movie- or whatever you want to think up- doesn’t really matter for this. And the reader is 18 and Bucky is maybe 19-20. Hope you enjoy and thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Lots of teasing and banter, sassy talk, flirting, soft touches, lingering glances and a good kiss (and some bad and awesome 90s references) LOL :)

As you walk down the sidewalk and search your bag for your phone you keep your eyes peeled on your dark surroundings, not wanting to draw attention but also not wanting to be taken by surprise. When your hand finally closes around your phone, you let out a breath and quickly dial the last person in the world you want to ask for help.

“Hello.” You pause at his slightly annoyed tone, pinching the bridge of your nose and smiling even though he can’t see it. “Hi Bucky. I was at a party and Brock offered to drive me home but then got too handsy and I told him no and he kicked me out of the car and left me out here all alone.” You can hear his breath hitch and the shuffling of sheets, “wait a second, hold on. Brock got handsy?! Are you ok? Where are you?”

“Downtown Brooklyn.” You suck your teeth and wait for him to unleash his frustration. “You owe me, you know that. Just find someplace to sit tight and be safe, I’ll be there as fast as I can.” With that he hangs up and you walk to the nearest gas station, standing outside the small mini mart next to the ice freezer. The fluorescent lights flicker every so often, creating an eerie atmosphere you can’t wait to get out of.

Bucky texts asking for your exact location and soon after you see his headlights pull into the station and he parks, rounding the car and rushing over to you. “Are you ok?” he asks, brushing his hand down the side of your face. “I’m fine, thank you for getting me. Can we go now?” He nods, looking you over once more before taking your hand and dragging you to the car.

He turns up the music and you make a face, earning a snicker from him. “What? You have a problem with oldies music?” Rolling your eyes, you sass back, “no Bucky, but I don’t know why you insist on making yourself seem like more of a bonehead than you already are.” He makes the music louder, completely ignoring your comment and singing along.

When you get home, you’re hungry and tired, quickly changing into less binding clothes and sitting next to Bucky on the couch. Taking some popcorn from the bowl you pop it in your mouth before snatching the remote from Bucky’s hand and changing the channel. “Hey, I was watching that.” You finish chewing and start brushing your hair, raising a brow his way, “I didn’t want to watch it. Don’t you watch anything other than the news?”

Bucky scoffs, looking to the TV then back to you. “I most certainly do, I just like to know what’s going on in the world, unlike you I don’t spend hours watching Parks and Rec.” Brushing your hair over your face you stick out your tongue, flipping your hair over and pinning it back. He throws a piece of popcorn at you, laughing when it sticks in your hair. You retaliate by taking your scrunchie and flinging it at his head, hitting him right in the ear.

“Look, I’m just curious. How many hours a day do you spend grooming yourself? He picks up the scrunchie and takes his short hair between his fingers, trying and failing miserably at putting it on. You lean over and brush your fingers through his hair not noticing how his eyes trail down your body and he takes a quiet inhale while you secure the scrunchie. “There you go,” you giggle. He pats the top of his head and shrugs, turning back to the TV.

The next day you find yourself feeling a bit down. Last night’s events catch up with you and you know the reason you had agreed to go home with Brock was out of loneliness. Brock’s advances were unwelcome, and he is the last person you want to date but as you think about at your friends, their happy relationships flourishing, you realize you want a boyfriend of your own. You couldn’t figure it out, what were you doing wrong? Were you just totally clueless?

Even after arriving home and trying to relax your mind was still occupied with thoughts from earlier and you barely heard Bucky when he walked outside to the pool. “Hey there, whatcha doin’?” You looked up, pulling your sunglass down your nose, “what the hell is on your face?” Bucky rubs his jaw and shuffles his feet. “I’m growing a goatee.” You stand and pinch his chin between your fingers, “Oh that’s good. You don’t want to be the last one at the coffee house without chin pubes.”

Walking away you feel him following you, rolling your eyes and letting the door shut in his face. “You know, you could try saying something nice for a change.” You whirl around, suddenly feeling shaky, “oh, so now I’m this awful person who isn’t nice! Can’t you take a joke?” He brushes past you and storms to the fridge, yelling, “you’re such a brat” before slamming it shut and walking out.

You’re left standing in the kitchen with an overwhelming sense of ickiness. Deciding a walk might do you some good you head outside and start down the street, no particular destination in mind. Even after you end up on 5th avenue and do some shopping you can’t shake the bad feeling. “Why should I care what Bucky thinks?” You say it out loud to no one while standing on a busy street corner, working over your thoughts.

“He listens to oldies music and he’s a hideous dancer, couldn’t take him anywhere. Wait a second. What am I stressing about? This is like, Bucky.” You’re so lost in your internal struggle that you don’t even realize you’ve walked into the street, a strong arm pulling you back at just the last moment, saving you from being run over by a cab. “Hey, watch where ya going girlie.” You suck in a breath and back up, stuttering “thank you,” as the man walks away shaking his head.

Once your breathing finally evens out the light goes on, “oh my god. I love Bucky. I majorly, totally, butt crazy in love with Bucky.” For the first time all day your head feels clear and you make your way back home. Seeing that you’re alone for the moment you head upstairs and change, hoping to have some peace for the rest of the evening so you can work through this newfound revelation.

Unfortunately, when you go to the kitchen for a snack Bucky appears to be in the same spot you left him earlier. “Hey,” you say quietly, shuffling around and opening all the cabinets. Now you don’t know how to act around him. Normally you would strut around him in your cutest outfits and send yourself flowers and chocolate, but you can’t do that stuff with Bucky. “What’s with you? You seem quiet.” Bucky’s question lays hanging in the thick air between you, your eyes wide as you search for an acceptable response.

He walks by, poking your as side as he passes and goes to sit on the couch. You bravely sit next to him, wringing your hands together and trying to think of what to say. He nudges your foot with his and you break into a smile, nudging his back until it becomes a game of footsie. He pulls the hair tie from the bottom of one of your braids, wrapping it around his thumb, “you look like pippy long stockings.”

You turn to him and flick the brim of his hat, “and you look like Forest Gump.” His lips turn up slightly and he takes off his hat, running his hand over his hair. Without realizing it you start to take out your braids and comb your fingers through your hair to tousle it. Bucky’s gaze settles on your movements and he licks his lips, opening his mouth to say something but your phone rings.

You look at it but don’t pick up and he raises his brows, “not gonna answer? What if you miss out on something?” Giving his shoulder a shove, you let out a squeak when he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer. “I can’t believe you didn’t answer it. You must really like spending time with me. What brought on the change?” With his face only inches from yours it’s hard to concentrate but you manage to find your voice, “I always like hanging out with you.”

He shifts position so his hand cradles the back of your neck, “oh yea? And why is that?” Shrugging you say, “you’re funny…sometimes. And you have rescued me more than once…andddd…” He leans in a little closer, his breath fanning your cheek, “that’s it?” Your eyes drop to his lips, “well no, but what about you?”

His thumb gently caresses your jaw, “what about me what?” Your hand lands on his chest, fingers curling into this shirt, “why do you like hanging out with me?” His head tilts ever so slightly and his lashes lower when his nose brushes yours, “I never said I like hanging out with you.” Your hand tightens around his shirt and your lips touch in a barely there kiss, his words whispered in the small space left between, “I love hanging out with you.”

Heat rises from your stomach to your chest when Bucky’s lips press firmly to yours, the soft and warm touch making your heart skip a beat. By the time you realize it your hands are already in his hair and your legs are straddling his lap. Bucky deepens the kiss, stealing your breath, the smell of him hypnotic and the taste of him nearly silencing all other thoughts.

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the-mcu-horniest-book-club · 4 years

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Welcome to the MCU HBC Masterlist. Take a look around, if you enjoy what you read or saw, please reblog from the writer or creator!

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💥 - Smut ⭐ - Mood Board

Hard to Handle by Jobean12

Eyes on You by Jobean12

Stress Relief by Jobean12

Peaches by Marvelgirl7

Who Are You Horny For? by book-dragon-13

Creamy by this-kitten-is-smitten

7/13/2020: One Word Prompt Challenge

Detention Log (Various Avengers) by hawksmagnolia

TaserHawk⭐ by hawksmagnolia

Friendly Fire (Bucky, Steve, Darcy) by hawskmagnolia

Legend (Bucky, Sam) by book-dragon-13

Torrential (Thor/Reader) by survivor-reborn

7/16/2020: Fun In The Sun Challenge

Golf Tournament (Bucky, Sam, Steve) by book-dragon-13

Cornhole (Thor, Loki) by book-dragon-13

Fun in the Sun ⭐ by hawskmagnolia

7/23/2020: Tropes

One Bed ⭐ by hawskmagnolia

Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet (Bucky/Darcy) by hawskmagnolia

Long Distance Relationship/Time Travel ⭐ by hawskmagnolia

Touch Starved Captain (Steve, Bucky) by book-dragon-13

7/30/2020: Colors

Blue & Gold (Valkyrie) ⭐ by hawskmagnolia

Grape (Clint Barton)⭐ by hawskmagnolia

8/7/2020: AU

Daddy’s Little Helper (Thor/OFC) by godofplumsandthunder

Lap Dance by Barton (Clint/Reader) by jewels2876

On the First Day (Bucky/Reader) by Jobean12

Baker Steve (Steve/Bucky) by book-dragon-13

Vampire Bucky ⭐ by nomadicpixel

Viking Bucky ⭐ by nano-raptor

Pirate Clint (Clint/Bucky) by book-dragon-13

Lord Odinson (Thor/Reader) by book-dragon-13

Viking Steve ⭐ by nomadicpixel

MCU Fairy Tale Part 1 ⭐ by hawskmagnolia

MCU Fairy Tale Part 2 ⭐ by hawskmagnolia

MCU AU ⭐ by hawskmagnolia

Cowboy Bucky (Bucky/Reader) by book-dragon-13

8/21/2020: End of Summer

The Baseball Game (Bucky, Steve, Reader) by book-dragon-13

8/26/2020: Pamper Your Man

Escape Plans (Sam/Reader) by jewels2876

Olive Drab (WinterHawk Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton)⭐ by hawskmagnolia

Biker Bucky, Sugar Daddy Thor, Cowboy Stucky, Shapeshifter Steve, Priest Pietro, Hades and Persehone (Logan/Bucky), Regency Wintershock, Surfer Thor/Bucky, Viking Thor/Bucky ⭐ by book-dragon-13

The Fair with Thor ⭐ by book-dragon-13

Pillow Fort (Bucky, Sam, Reader) by book-dragon-13

8/31/2020: Romcom Drabbles

While You Were Sleeping (Bucky/Reader) by book-dragon-13

80s Music Challenge

You’re Just Like A Dream (Bucky/Reader) by Jobean12

Addicted to Love (Bucky/Reader) by Jobean12

Another One Bites The Dust (Bucky/Reader) by this-kitten-is-smitten

Still Standing (Bucky/Reader) by this-kitten-is-smitten

Livin’ On A Prayer (Bucky/Reader, Peter) by eurynome827

Gender Bent Fantasy Casting

throwmyheartawayagain’s Fantasy Cast

Tony Stark 8/4/2020

Stress Relief by Jobean12

Colours of Summer #4 ⭐ by Sevans Writing

Valkyrie/Brunnhilde 8/6/2020

Pics - loricameback

Pics - throwmyheartawayagain

Howling Commandos 8/11/2020

Going Commando 💥 by cametobuyplums

Bruce Banner 8/13/2020

Maria Hill 8/18/2020

James Rhodes 8/20/2020

Natasha Romanoff 8/25/2020

Pietro/Peter Maximoff 8/27/2020

Hank Pym & Janet van Dyne 9/1/2020

Heimdall 9/3/2020

Sam Wilson 9/8/2020

I’m the Captain ⭐ by eurynome827

Falcon ⭐ by book-dragon-13

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