#ik this is an old request but i rlly wanted to answer it so i hope u don't mind hdsahdla

[pinkrifle]

Hello ml!<3 i was wondering if you could do yandere team stan and craig x reader platonic please! Like they see reader as a little sister!^^

hi lovely! i do not take SP requests anymore buttttf this seems really easy, so i should be able to do this !

saying this rn i’m so sorry if this is short #_# <\3 i’m sorry if i missed a character or two aswell!

only team stan right now as i can’t really think of much to do for team craig, sorry once more! D:

Stan Marsh -

a little careful not to bring you around his friends too much.. especially cartman AND COVERS UR EARS EVERYTIME ONE OF THEM SAYS A DIRTY JOKE LOL (no matter how old you are!1!1!)

would 100% go off on anyone who tries to mess with you (and Kyle would probably join him too) , ya don’t F with family, folks!

trades his lunch or snacks at lunch to give them to you!! loves seeing the look on your face when you get a snack size pack of skittles. Even if it’s super small your face always lightens up and he just laughs and feels very proud of himself after

he makes sure shelly isn’t too mean to you, let’s her rip on him instead if she gets a little aggressive with you (she wouldn’t really go that far dw <3)

Eric Cartman -

GETS YOU IN TROUBLE ALL THE TIMMEEEE

(don’t worry he always does something in return after. begrudgingly and hesitantly.) (he just feels bad)

brings you on all of his little dangerous adventures but makes sure you stay safe all the time,, if you get hurt EVER he’s SOOO dramatic. begging for a hospital!

if any of his friends (aka rest of team stan) dare to say anything to you (they don’t cuz they don’t care) he will 100% be dramatic ALLO OVER AGAIN, threatens to beat up his friends (he can’t rlly) and is nice to you for the rest of the day!!

steals cute stuff from other classmates and brings them to you, steals snacks from people and brings them to you!! probably stole some snacks from stan that he planned to give to his own little sibling

Kenny McCormick -

tones down his dirty jokes when with you, and also does not let you around his friends LMAO

loves hanging out with you, karen, and kevin! at first he was really hesitant on stuart and carol having you (like with karen) but loved you so much after your born!!

protects u FOR LIFE. is basically also your guardian angel when he’s in his mysterion costume! when your in the foster home thing(?) he’s visiting you like crazy and bringing you treats aswell. makes sure you never get beaten up in the basement by the parents

loves whenever you show him something you like. Anime? cartoons? etc? your not cringe to him at all! he likes weird shit too, trust. Watches and plays everything you show him <3

a video game MASTER! having any trouble with a boss fight? he’s got it. Cant find an item? he already has it and is gonna trade it to you!!

Kyle Broflovski -

takes care of you and Ike RELIGIOUSLY. love you two both to death!

plays dolls/action digs with you even if your in middle school or whatever (in the event he’s in HS or whatever) , he doesn’t want his little siblings to ever grow up! brings a tear to his eye.

every Hanukkah he makes sure you get the best presents and NEVER lets your presents break, always has them in pristine condition ! hates seeing you sad , it affects him more than he’d like to admit.. he also gives you his hat to wear when your a little down!

bakes and cooks with you, he’s pretty okay at cooking but if your bad it’s no problem! he’s willing to teach you the 3 dishes he knows how to make LMAO. If your better than him at cooking? EVEN BETTER, teach him! but he’ll be a little embarassed to learn stuff from his little sibling

having trouble with homework? he’s on it! he won’t let you cheat on anything, but he’ll help you and guide you to the right answer.

Never let’s people talk shit about you or make fun of you, he will fr fight his friends if they dare to do that.

heya! thanks for requesting, i haven’t been really willing to write lately but this got me off my booty!!! i really should open my tf2 and scp foundation reqs.

sorry again i couldn’t do team craig! i hope these were good enough, feel free to request this again some time if i’m ever active again! <3

#（✿ ◞◟）🫧 marj writes! ﹒ #south park x reader platonic #south park x reader #south park #kyle brovlofski x reader #kyle broflovski #eric cartman x reader #eric cartman #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mcormick x reader #kenny mccormick

[waybrights]

I wish. that you would write a fic where. Sasha gets her wisdom teeth out and Marcy/Anne are shocked by how affectionate and emotional she gets when she’s high on pain meds :) (if you’re so inclined)

anne had only seen sasha cry twice in her life: once when they were five and sasha's mom had got up and left halfway through the night, leaving nothing but a note and whatever she couldn't fit into the two suitcases she'd taken with her, anne remembered how sasha had cried for hours, clinging to anne's mom's jumper as she sobbed and cursed and hit until she fell asleep on the couch, her eyes red and cheeks wet; the second time had been at the tower, anne holding onto sasha's sweaty hand for dear life, hoping, praying that she could pull them both up and over, that she could save them, only for her dreams to be shattered by the six words anne would never forget (maybe you're better off without me), she hadn't sobbed then, she didn't scream or curse or hit, she just teared up and whispered what they'd both thought would be her final words before letting go an falling to certain doom.

she wouldn't say they were happy experiences.

sasha didn't cry unless something awful had happened, that was one of the first facts she'd ever learned about her friend: sasha never cried. then again, anne had never sat with sasha after she'd been given pain meds.

"annie," sasha sniffled, wrapping her arms tighter around anne's waist. "where's marcy?" she asked, her voice wavering as though she'd just got some awful news.

"she's at home, sash," anne replied, looking up from the book she was trying to read to smile at her friend. as she spoke, the tiny smile on sasha's face dropped, curving into a pout anne hadn't seen since they were six.

"what? but this is home," she whispered, her bottom lip beginning to wobble. those blue eyes that anne loved so much began to cloud over as tears pooled by her eyelashes.

she was going to cry.

holy shit sasha was going to cry.

anne had been through a lot, she'd gone through a war, having to fight her best friends multiple times, have one of those friends die in her arms only to come back a minute later, she had powers that made her hair turn blue, she'd killed an overgrown newt with her bare hands, and yet, the sight of sasha sitting there with tears in her eyes brought on a sense of panic anne hadn't felt before.

"hey, hey, don't cry, sash," she mumbled, putting her book on the side of the couch and cupping sasha's cheeks gently in her palms, "this is my house, remember? marcy doesn't live here."

anne had about a seconds warning before the tears started to fall and sasha delved into sobs, such loud, heaving sobs full of overwhelming sadness, it had woken up domino from where she'd been sleeping. "why not?" sasha cried, her hands reaching up to grip the strings of anne's hoodie. "why doesn't she live here?"

you don't live here, anne wanted to say, though she stopped herself when sasha fell forward, her face pressed into anne's chest as she sobbed. "she does, sash," anne mumbled, running her hands through the blonde's tangled hair, "she's just not here right now."

"but you said," she wailed, tugging at the strings so anne's hood was bunched up around her neck.

"i know, i know," she soothed, struggling to keep the small smile off her face at the warmth she felt at sasha's closeness. "but i forgot, sash, she'll be back soon. promise."

"i miss her," she said, pulling herself closer until she was almost in anne's lap. moving her head to bury it into the crook of anne's neck, sasha's tears felt hot on anne's skin. she didn't push her away though, instead opting to revel in the rare warmth she received from sasha.

with one hand still in sasha's hair, anne reached behind to pull her phone out of her pocket. it didn't take her long to pull up marcy's number and send her a few texts asking (more so begging) marcy to come round as fast as she possibly could, but in the time sasha seemed to have calmed down.

when her phone pinged with a reply, sasha's sobs were starting to quiet, though the tears hadn't stopped falling and had formed a puddle on the shoulder of anne's favourite hoodie.

with the promise that marcy was on her way, anne put her phone down and ran her thumb over sasha's cheeks to wipe away the tears before they dripped onto her.

"miss you too, annie," she whispered after her sobs had died into small hiccups. "all the time when i'm not here."

"yeah?"

"mhm," she nodded and anne felt her move as she turned her teary eyes to anne's face. "think 'm in love with you."

it wasn't often anne felt her heart stop in her chest. it felt wrong, the ceasing of the pumping of her heart, her blood simply freezing in her veins as the girl next to her says five words she won't even remember come morning, only for it to start again a moment later, speeding up as it tried to catch up with its precious lost time. anne's thoughts ran doubly fast as she tried to process what sasha had just said.

love.

in love with you.

there was a time anne wouldn't have listened and instead passed it off as another ploy, another lie to get her on sasha's side. she didn't think that then, with sasha pressed so closely, her warmth radiating through every cell in anne's body, she didn't think it was anything more than the truth. something sasha had tried so hard to conceal, now out in the open for everyone to see.

she didn't really have to think about her response, the words already falling out of her mouth before she'd fully come to terms with what sasha had said.

"i love you too, sash."

#SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!!!!!!! #ik this is an old request but i rlly wanted to answer it so i hope u don't mind hdsahdla #damn i need to stop ending my drabbles with declarations of love but... but.. for them <3 #also ik u mentioned marcy but y'know me.. sashanne is constantly on my mind #this is a future au of sorts though so sashannarcy endgame but for this drabble <333 sashanne heheheh #THANK U FOR THE ASK!!!! #steelanuran #you ask i answer #amphibia #amphibia fanfic #sashanne #sasha waybright #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #shes mentioned and also kinda important ig?? dhakd #marie writes #marie.txt

[harrieatthemet]

ik requests are closed. but soft! 17 year old harry trying to navigate fame with famous y/n. they meet at a party and just start being friends. but they get caught by the paps when harry teaches her how to make out. idk why this soft! harry rlly appeals to me. whatever you want to do with this

no seriously this was so cute. I loved this.

It was a platonic friendship. 

It was nice having someone near his age, outside of the band, who understood all the strings attached to being in the eye of the media at such a young age. He enjoyed hanging around with you, because in your company, he actually felt like a teenager, and not some figurehead for a record label or someone on a magazine cover. 

He’d latched onto you almost immediately, when you had accidentally spilled your soda all over his white button down during an album release party. He’d noticed you prior, though, aimlessly wandering around the party, a few adults roping you into conversations every so often. The deer in headlights look you had etched on made him snort, not intentionally of course, and he was quick to subdue it when he saw how flushed your face was. 

He was happy to stumble upon someone who looked to be his age, aside from his bandmates, who even then, were still a little older than him. You’d been the first teenager he’d come across for most of the night, that is, a teenager who wasn’t holding a pen and paper while screeching his name. He’d recognized you from a movie he’d seen, the one he’d watched on the plane over here to LA, and he got a little flustered when you asked which one. Because he didn’t know the name, he couldn’t remember. 

“Guess I deserve that for spilling cola on you, and ruining your shirt.” You had teased, handing him a napkin.

From there a genuine friendship had blossomed. It was someone to navigate through fame with, and maybe a little bit of all the awkward package that came with being a teen. For you, it was nice to have someone around who didn’t use your name to get into places, or drag information out of you to sell it to tabloids, to make a couple bucks. The normalcy is what you both enjoyed. Normal things like going to the mall like other teenagers would, or going to see a movie, maybe playing a couple pranks on the adults. Though the pranks had come to screeching halt, after both of you got a pretty severe scolding when you had concocted up a slingshot. It was Harry’s idea, and he didn’t mean to hit the coffee mug sitting next to the soundboard in the studio, but he did. And it really wasn’t funny, but you couldn’t swallow the laugh that bubbled out of you. 

“Don’t believe it!” his tone was amused, taunting too, as he smirked at you in disbelief.

“It’s not funny!” you frown, puncturing your ice cream with your spoon, “M’serious!”

“Yeh telling me,” he starts, swallowing a gulp of his milkshake, “yeh never kissed anyone?” 

“Not what I said,” you correct matter of factly, “only ever had a peck.”

“Hmmm,” he observes, eyes briefly scanning your face, “so yeh never, like, made out.”

You innocently shake your head, confirming that you had in fact, never made out with anyone before. You’d never had anything that really fell along the lines of a normal teenage experience. Never had a first date, never been asked to prom, or hid a bad test grade from your mom. And, you’d never made out with anyone before. 

He’s nodding his head slowly, absorbing this newfound information, taking it in. And once he does, his infamous devil-like smirk is starting to stir onto his lips, tugging at the corner of his mouth. You know he’s up to something, brewing up a plan that you know will get the two of you into hot water. Somehow, his plans always do. At first, you’re scared to ask what’s got his face looking all mischievous like that, because you’re not sure if you’re in the mood to be coerced into being reckless. But you cave, and decide to find out anyways, because now he’s humming in amusement to himself.

“What?” you giggle, cocking a suspicious brow at him.

“Oh no,” he concludes playfully, “s’nothing.” 

“Uh uh,” you rebuttal, “gotta tell me now.”

“Yeh ever wanted t’make out with someone?” He’s genuinely curious, though he’s got a playful grin planted on the lower half of his face that’s telling you otherwise.

“Dunno,” you shrug, furrowing your brows together, “kinda nervous to, ‘nd I never really thought about it.”

“I can teach yeh.” he answers immediately, and he has to stifle a laugh when he sees the look on your face, a little bit of chocolate ice cream staining the corner of your mouth.

“What?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “m’pretty good kisser, know a thing or two.” He states it cockily, full of confidence.

“Okay.” and your abrupt agreement shocks him, a little, before he’s smirking at you again. 

He’s nudging his empty milkshake cup away from him, sliding it down further to the edge of the bench. He’s not really nervous, because unlike you, he’s had plenty of kissing partners already. And plenty of them have praised him for his way with his mouth, how good of a kisser he was. But you were a jittery mess, butterflies swirling around relentlessly in the pit of your gut, your knee jumping up and down, as your fingers tuned on the hem of your shirt. 

“You meant right now?” you breath, realizing he’s inching closer to you, “Here?”

“Scared?” he teases, his leg pressed up against yours now.

You roll your eyes at him, because he’s a little more reckless than you are, which he thinks warrants all the relentless teasing, since you’re a little more practical. You’re on a public bench, for fucks sake, and it didn’t matter how much the two of you tried to keep up the normal teenage persona. Neither of you were. And he’s wiggling his eyebrows at you, a few curls of his dangling around his face. So you tell him you’re not scared, and he widens his eyes in surprise, letting out a low hum.

He rests his hand on your knee, letting it slither up to your thigh as his lips get closer. And though you told him you weren’t scared, and you weren’t nervous, you totally lied. Because right now all you were was scared, and nervous. Because what if you’re an awful kisser? Surely he’ll never let you hear the end of it. 

You sigh a little, out of content, when you feel his lips in a bit of pout when they brush up against yours. Until they’re fully on yours now, encouraging you to move your lips in sync with his. And it’s not even as scary as you thought, it actually feels nice, and it’s soothing. And your glad that it’s Harry, because you know he won’t make a big deal out of this. You involuntarily squeal when you feel his tongue push past your lips, to which he responds by chuckling. But he’s showing you how to french kiss, and it’s unexplored territory, but you like it. It’s putting you in a blissful state, and you’re melting into it, so it’s why you don’t pay attention the man with the camera a few feet away.

It’s not until he’s joined by a few other people, that the two of you hear the faint clicking of a moving camera lens. You pull back and Harry snickers to himself, because you’ve got just a bit of saliva on your bottom lip. But he forgets to tell you, he’s too busy giggling at how flushed your face is, how flustered you are over the fact there’ll be photos of you two making out all over the internet tomorrow. You’re scolding at him, because you’d had a feeling it’d happen exactly like this, and you’re frantically getting your purse off the bench. He could care less, as he sits and watches you collect your things in a calm, collected manner. So you have to grab him by the wrist, and tug him along, and he’s bidding a friendly goodbye to the men with the cameras.

“Fuckin’ told you!” You giggled, nudging him in the arm, giving him a playful shove.

He shrugs, smirking at you again “You tasted like chocolate.”

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[whydontwelovely]

Skin - Z.H.

Requested: yes, by @why-d-we for prize for contest!!

Pairing: Zach x Reader

Warnings: angsty , cursing , short(kinda) , abbreviations during texting convos

A/N: idk if this is what you were looking for ... enjoy !! :)

Summary/plot: “Our relationship is like skin. Once it dries, it cracks. Once it cracks, it bleeds. In our situation we don’t have a bandaid to fix us.”

You walk along the busy streets of LA looking for your boyfriend, Zach. You check your phone, 11:30 pm. He was supposed to be here over an hour ago.

You check your location, making sure you were at the right place before calling him. Voice mail. You relent and decide to text him.

You: hey where r u ?

Ten minutes go by...

You: did u get my calls ??

Then thirty...

You: pleeeaaassee reply

You: forget it. im omw to ur house :(

Induced with frustration, you hail a cab and make your way to Zach’s house, in which he shares with his friends.

You walk up to his door, but before you could knock, Zach opens the door.

“Where were you?!” you hiss.

“What? Sorry, I didn’t realize I had to be somewhere...?” he rolls with sarcasm.

“Our date!”

“Our what now?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know! You and I both know we had this date planned for weeks! Weeks! Why didn’t you answer my calls?!”

“Geez, babe. My frickin’ phone was dead, chill.”

Still in the doorway, Zach steps out and shuts the door, crossing his arms defensively, making his shadow dim in the night.

“Why are so sad when I happen to miss something? I’m human. I forget things, okay?” he says.

“I’m not sad, Zach, I’m frickin’ mad.” you spit.

“Chill, it’s just one date!”

“Why don’t you care?! This isn’t the first time you-“

“I what?” he interrupts, flustering you.

“You...you...this isn’t the first time you’ve fucked up our relationship.” the words come out like hot blades, and you could tell Zach was stabbed by them.

He goes silent and looks around before talking again.

“I? I fuck up our relationship? All you ever do is whine and complain like any old brat would!” this time, his words pierce through you.

“Fine. If I’m such a brat then why don’t you just break up with me?”

He laughs, but nothings sounds funny.

“Okay,” he says. “We’re done.”

You stand there in disbelief, wishing to take back your rhetorical request. You begin to walk away, but turn around.

“You know Zach, our relationship is like skin. Once it dries out, it cracks. And once it cracks, it bleeds.” you snarl. “And in our situation there’s no bandaid to fix us.”

He stands there, staring blankly at you.

He whispers, “That’s the dumbest thing I-“

“It’s not dumb, Zach,” you yell, surprising him that you heard what he said.

He uncrosses his arms, blantly calling defeat.

“It’s not dumb, if you let us bleed. It’s not dumb if all I could do was watch us fall apart!” you were crying now, your voice slightly breaking as you yell.

Zach kept his position, saying, “Go.”

“What?!” you say.

“I said go!” he screams loud enough for practically anyone to hear. Even his friends came outside.

He keeps his position still, tears slowly streaming down past his cheeks, sad to see you go. He wants to scream. He wants to tell you to come back. But like you said, there’s no bandaid to stop the blood from flowing.

“Here,” Daniel jumps out from behind the boys, walking toward you. “I can drive you home.”

His whisper is soft and flowly heard next to your shoulder. You nod and follow him to his car.

The other boys step back inside, but Zach stands on the porch, same position, while tears leak out of his eyes as if it was his own skin that was bleeding and the tears were blood. But no one would be able to see that, due to the icy shade of darkness in the midst of the night. To him, the sight of you alone and less vulnerable with Daniel is almost as excrutiating as you leaving him.

The ride home with Daniel is quiet. He often takes looks at you, your eyes bloodshot and weary from crying. You turn your head so he doesn’t see.

He takes his free hand and holds yours with it. They are softer and more comforting than Zach’s.

The thought of Zach makes you cry even more. Daniel squeezes your hand tighter and says calmly, “It’s okay. He’s gone. You’ll be alright.”

The words toss and turn inside your head.

It’s okay, He’s right. You are safe now.

He’s gone, Is he talking about Zach? Or maybe Zach’s actions?

You’re safe now, You definately feel safe next to Daniel. Is it because of him, or because anything could feel safe after Zach?

Meanwhile, Zach sits on the couch, head in hands, sobbing. After an hour of Daniel not being back, he tries texting him.

Zach: bro where r u ? its been an hour 👀

Ten minutes go by...

Zach: i need 2 talk w u

Then thirty...

Zach: r u still w y/n ? ik u r

Zach: if u r, tell her im srry that i fucked up our relationship. i should have been the bandaid to fix us rather than b the crack that broke us.

Knowing that Daniel won’t reply anytime soon, he texts you.

Zach: im srry

Zach: u prob think im a dick

Zach: dont blame u

Zach: i love u, gn

No reply ... yet.

You: i accept ur apology

You: i still cant b w u, u have 2 understand that. apologies are not bandaids

Zach: just know that i do love u, tho. i rlly rlly do.

THE END

#why don't we imagine #imagine #whydontwe #whydontweimagine #zach herron imagine #zachherron #zach herron #danielseavey #daniel seavey #why-d-we #contest prize #angst

[cumonbucky]

Pick Me

Request: Can you do a Bucky x Reader X Steve fluff(maybe smut), where the reader needs help with a world history unit about World War Two and they go to them??? And they fight over who's going to help the reader??

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve

Warnings: none rlly (I’m so fucking sorry, ik you probably wanted smut but the cold hard truth is I fucking suck ass at writing smut and I don’t want to make y’all cringe)

A/N: Hello my name is Victoria Martinez (just call me Tori), I was born on December 25th, 1999 (I’m 17), I love reading and writing, I have a fucked up sense of humor, I attend Primavera online high school bc public school gave me bad anxiety, panic attacks, made my depression worsen and much much more. I only have one friend (I’m a loser, I know), and ye homies. If ya have any questions for me/about me I’ll be happy to answer them. I just want you guys to get to know me better.

Putting down your pen, you release and frustrated sigh. You had to write a 5 paged essay about World War 2 for your World History class that was due at the end of the week (granted that your professor gave you nearly 3 weeks to work on it). You look down at your paper and read over what you had wrote down.

Y/N Y/L/N

March 8th, 2017

World History

The Second World War

That was it. Your mind went completely blank after that. You looked over your notes once. Then twice. Now nearly six times and still nothing. You tried reading the articles your professor suggested but to no avail.

You pick up your pen again, tapping it on your desk before dropping it and throwing your head back, not forgetting to let out a loud groan. You couldn’t put this aside any longer - you’ve already done that for two weeks.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” you mutter into your hands. You didn’t want to look at that god awful paper again. Then, an idea hit you. “Friday, where’s Bucky - or Steve?”

“Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers are in the living room.”

“Thanks.”

You stand up, taking your pen and notebook with you as you rush down the hall. Nearly slipping twice, you make it to the living room and spot the two men sitting on the couch while watching some movie.

You tuck your hair behind your ear and walk around the couch, waving your hand to catch their attention. “Hey guys.”

“Hey Y/N.” Bucky spoke first, throwing a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

“We just started watching this.. Kids cartoon, I think. It’s called Sausage Party. You can join us if you want.” Steve added, glancing over at you.

You laugh. “You’re in for a rude awakening, my friend.” he looks at you with confusion written all over him but you decide to move on. “Um.. I actually came here to ask for your help - or Bucky’s.”

At the mention of his name, he looks over at you.

“What is it?” Steve asked, turning his body towards you as you took a seat on the far end of the couch.

“I have this five paged essay to turn in at the end of the week about World War Two but I dunno I’m just having a hard time doing it.” you sigh. “I mean, I’ve gone over my notes so many times and I’ve read the articles but-”

“The articles are bullshit.” Bucky says. “They always have the wrong information.”

“Which is why I came to you guys for help.” you gesture to them. “Maybe you can put it in a way that I’ll understand? Since, you know, you guys were there and all.”

Steve makes a face. “Sure, I can help you.”

“It’s cool, Steve. I can help her.” Bucky sits up, body now turned towards you.

Steve turns to his friend. “No, it’s fine Buck. I’ve got this.”

“Steve, I can do this. I was there.” he smiled and you knew they were about to start arguing.

“Well so was I.”

“Yeah but,” Bucky scoffs. “I was there.”

Steve frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It mean that... Well..” Bucky pauses, trying to word it correctly but Steve interrupts.

“I was in that war, Bucky.” he spoke.

“Yeah but you weren’t there in the beginning, I was.”

Steve huffed. “It’s not my fault that I was a skinny man and no one..” his voice became background noise when Bucky sighed.

“Here we go again.” he rolled his eyes before preparing for the conversation. “No one said it was your fault, Steve.”

“Well obviously you are because-”

“Steve, don’t start.”

Steve pursed his lips like an immature child. “You don’t think I was a good enough soldier.”

“Oh god.” Bucky breathed, closing his eyes for a split second before looking at Steve. “I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to.” he huffed. “I only saved your life, nothing too major.” sarcasm laced his words and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to prevent you from laughing. You’ve never seen Steve get like this before and it was honestly hilarious.

“You wanna go there? Fine, let’s go there.” Bucky sat on the edge of his seat. “You let me fall of the damn train.”

Steve gasped. “I did not!”

“You did!”

“I tried to get you Bucky!”

“Well you didn’t try hard enough and because of that, I fell off the train, lost my arm and was captured by Hydra.” the soldier crossed his arms.

“Don’t blame this all on me!” Steve shouted.

Deciding that you should stop them from arguing, you interrupt.

“Hey uh, I really need help with that five paged essay. Really important.” you say, causing the two to become silent as they glare at one another.

“I’m helping Y/N.” Bucky spoke.

“No, I am.” Steve hissed.

“You weren’t even there for the first part of it, how could you-”

“Oh, I’m sorry that I was too damn skinny to be enlisted, Bucky!”

“Don’t go there!”

“You already did!”

“You think you’re Mr. Perfect? You didn’t even bother looking for me after I fell!” Bucky argued.

“I thought you were dead!”

He scoffed. “Well clearly I’m not.” he gestures to himself.

“Bucky, I’ll help Y/N because unlike you, I was there till the end.” he smiled sweetly.

“You little shit-”

They start bickering back and forth and finally realizing that you would get help from neither of them, you up and leave the living room, bumping into Tony and Sam along the way.

“What are the old men arguing about?” Tony questioned.

You wave your hand. “Something about Steve leaving his condom wrappers out in the open.”

Tony looks at Sam. “I told you Rogers was getting laid!”

Sam rolls his eyes and they continue on their way towards the elevator. You make it to your room and you’re about to shut the door when you hear Bucky’s voice.

“Where’s Y/N?”

There was a pause.

“See, I told you, you were gonna scare her off!”

“Me? More like you scared her off!”

“Don’t turn this on me, Bucky! If you-”

And you shut the door.

A/N: I didn’t know how to end this so ye. I hope ya guys like it, it was pretty fun to write. Tell me what at think :)

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