Old Friends

Old Friends

This time the inspiration came from a Tinder conversation I saw on Reddit (didn’t could find later to put it here, though) and instantly thought about some situation with Bucky. So, that’s it, I hope you enjoy! Like always, English is not my first language and I was a little sleepy writing this so, expect some mistakes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (female)

Warnings: none. not proofread

Word count: 502.

Bucky’s POV

     She was coming, walking straight towards him. The girl he’s been looking through the whole night and trying to collect enough courage to talk to. When Sam brought him to this bar, he didn’t think anything different than the usual would happen, but after a few minutes being there, his eyes caught her on the other end of the room and he just couldn’t help but stare. Even with Sam constantly pushing him to go talk to her, he couldn’t do it. And now, she was coming in his direction, and he didn’t have a clue on what to do.

     - Hey, I’m Y/n L/n. – She said while offering her hand to him when she got at their table.

     - Bucky Barnes. Hi.

     - So, Bucky, what do you say we play a game? – The woman had a look of playfulness in her eyes, and suddenly Bucky was feeling (even more) nervous. Sam just observed the scene trying to find out what would come from that interaction.

     - What kind of game? – He asked with uncertainty, but at the same time wanting to spend some more time with the beautiful girl who took his attention through all the night.

     - It’s simple. We’re just going to pretend like we’re old friends who lost touch with each other, like 10 years ago or something like that. What do you say? You first? – Bucky took some time to considerate his options and concluded that he got nothing to lose by going with this. So, he took a breath and entered in character (at least he hoped he succeeded on this, after being in a lot of disguised missions, it shouldn’t have been hard).

     - Y/n, is you? I’m Bucky, remember? We don’t talk since the Eiffel Tower incident. How are you?

     - Sorry, I’m not sure if I remember you – She said with her brows furrowed feigning confusion and then she winked and mouthed “You’re doing good”. He smiled at that and answered.

     - We had a few classes together at college, I used to have my hair shorter and was in the football team.

     - Oh, Bucky! Now I remember you. My phone got broke some time ago and I ended up losing all my contacts. Do you mind telling me your number again so we can keep in touch this time?

     - Well, that was- that was good. – He said really surprised, not having expect the conversation to take this path right away, but enjoying that it did, nonetheless. Sam couldn’t help but laugh at Bucky’s expression.

     - Good enough for you to give me your number? – She asked while offering her phone to him and Bucky didn’t think twice before taking it in his hands and adding his number there, proceeding to give it back to her when he was done. – I’ll call you. – And then she winked and turned around to leave. Little did they know that they would end up being so much more than just (fake old) friends.

Can We Be Alone Together?

So... This is just an idea that I had and thought: why don’t write it then?

English is not my first language, so be aware that it’ll problably have some mistakes. I hope you enjoy, though.

Warnings: none, I think. Just some fluff.

Word count: ~1.3K

Y/n’s POV

    Today is the one of those days. I just woke up and I already know that every little thing that doesn’t go the way I expect is going to end up whit me almost having a breakdown. On days like this, I can’t stand interacting with people, because I’m sure that at some point I’ll snap at them, I will say things that I don’t want to, and it’ll hurt them, and the guilty will hurt me.

   So, today is one of those days when I try my best to be alone and not interact with nobody. First mission: getting coffee and coming back to my room without being noticed. I manage to complete the task easily, since it’s an early Saturday morning and, believe it or not, the Avengers wake up a little later in weekends. I also managed to pick some snacks and bring them to my room, I think it’s enough to even skip lunch.

   Once back in my room, I take some minutes to choose a book, something that stresses me more than it should, and lay in my bed to start reading. Almost an hour later knock knock.

      - S/n? Are you awake?

   Loki, my best friend. I should’ve known he was going to come see me at some point. Actually, I knew, but I thought it would be later and I would have more time to think of an excuse. Apparently, that’s not happening.

      - You know I know you’re awake, you never sleep too much. I just want to know if you are okay, darling. Can I come in?

   How do you say to such a sweet person, a person that you love, that you don’t want to be in their company, because you don’t want to talk to them? You don’t want to be in a conversation that will just stress you. That you don’t want to talk at all? There’s no good way, so I just say it straightly.

      - I’ll be fine. I just want to be alone, Loki.

   Silence. 10 seconds. 15. 30… Is he gone? Is he mad at me? 1 minute has passed and finally:

      - Can I be alone with you?

   This time, he is the one who keeps waiting for an answer for some time.

      - What? – I ask, unsure if I heard his words right.

      - Can I be alone with you? Like… - I can feel he’s hesitating now – Can we be alone together? – Well, it looks like I couldn’t deny that even if I wanted.

      - Okay. The door is unlocked.

      - Give me some minutes, I’ll just take the book I’m currently reading and I’ll be right back, darling. Thank you.

   And he did exactly that. Five minutes later, he was beside me in my bed, just silently reading. When Loki first entered the room, I really thought he would try starting a conversation, but he didn’t and I’m immensely grateful for that. The rest of the day went just like that. The two of us reading alone, but together. Loki looked like he was in peace and I, I certainly was.

…

Little bonus:

The next day, I woke up feeling much better and managed to prepare breakfast for Loki. If I thought the smile he gave me when he entered the kitchen to the coffee and food I had prepared for him was bright, the smile he gave when I just said thank you was like a supernova, the brightest one that could even exist.

Não tenho o mundo em minhas mãos

Nem mesmo o tenho sob meus pés

Eu tenho um mundo em meus sonhos

E nos meus desejos de amor e paz

..

Tenho muito a construir minha fé

Minha força de vontade e de resiliência

O caminho é longo e um pouco penoso

Mas o final de tudo é feito de pôr de sol

..

Por isso é que vale tanto a pena viver

Pelo sonho que não canso de alimentar

Pelo pôr do Sol que sempre me encanta

E por tudo que posso ser quando sou paz

..

..

Edison Botelho

When Did This Happen? Part 2

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 585

Warnings: none

Part 1 is here!

You certainly weren’t expecting this to happen, but Loki actually watched The Office and commented about the show with you. What wasn’t a surprise though was Dwight becoming his favorite character.

Beyond talking about the show, as the time passed, your conversations with the god started reaching other topics and now, one month later, you could say that you two are friends. Every morning you’d wake up to a message of “good morning” from Loki and every now and then the two of you would watch or read the same thing at the same time, while on a phone call to comment about it. You were expecting to do this today, since the team is going to be out on a mission and you will be able to keep the living room’s tv all to yourself, but when you asked Loki about it, he said he had other things to do. So, watching all alone it is.

When it is later that day and the team is out, you prepare yourself some popcorn and get some snacks before settling on the couch. When you are about to hit play, a voice comes from the doorway. “Starting without me, darling?” 

And when you look at the source of the voice, Loki is there with his arms crossed above his chest and that characteristic grin on his face. “Loki, what are you- I mean, when did you- How did you enter here?”. With that, his mischievous grin just got bigger.

“So many questions. All you need to know is that I have my methods.” He says while walking towards the couch you’re on and sitting casually, exactly like the day of the party. “So, are we going to  watch this movie or are we going to continue with the interrogation?”

“You said you had things to do, how are you here now?” At that, he sighs and turns his attention to you.

“Apparently, we are going with the interrogation. I just wanted to make a surprise, I thought we could watch together, really together, like that other night.” He pauses. “But, I can go if that’s what you want.”

“No! I- You can stay here, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting you, that’s all. I’m glad you’re here.” At this point, both you and he are with little smiles on your faces. A few seconds pass, before you look at the tv and press play. A few minutes on the movie, and Loki puts your feet on his lap and starts massaging them, like it’s a normal thing. Maybe it is, you just never had any close friends before. Well, one thing you know, this is way better than being alone.

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When the movie ended, you and Loki still kept talking for some time, enjoying each other's company, and he helped you clean things before he went home. You still stayed in the living room until the team came back from the mission and let you know everything went well.

Once in your bedroom, you think back to your day with Loki. You’ve never had anything like this before, someone that would get out of their way to just spend the afternoon hanging out with you, that would send you texts in the morning and updates about their days. It feels good, you think.

When you go to sleep, you are already looking forward to answering the “good morning” text from Loki tomorrow. When you wake up, though, there’s no message from him. That’s never happened before.

We often try to define ourselves with rigid concepts that can never really capture what it’s like to be us, for we’re in constant transformation.

The idea for this poem came to me while I was reading about how neurons firing create our moment to moment experience. Being alive – i.e. conscious – is conjured from connections formed by unconscious matter. Light extruded from solid darkness. 

So, like fire, consciousness emerges from exchanges of energy that create an ever-changing luminosity. And it just can’t conform to any permanent shape.

An important reminder: I’m not a neuroscientist. I’m just a curious writer. Take everything I said with a grain of salt, please.

So, another idea that I had and I just needed to write. Bucky doesn't really shows up, but it's about him, so... I hope you like. While I was writing I remembered a real good Brazilian song (Pra Você Guardei O Amor). English is not my first language and I didn't proofread the text, so you'll probably find some mistakes. It might have a part two, tell me what you think

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Work count: 545

Warnings: none.

How do I Say I Love You?

Y/N's POV

I love you. Three words, eight letters. It shouldn't be this hard to say this to the one person you have been dating for the last four months and, before that, had been you best friend for years, right? Except, it is.

I was never the person to put my feelings into words. Don't get me wrong, I know the importance of communication and I think I do a good job when it comes to that... If we are not talking about sentiments. It just don't come out, I don't know what I'm afraid of, I know that Bucky loves me. I can feel love emanating from him and he've been saying to me everyday since last month, when he said for the first time. The soldier, always the most kind and understanding person in the universe, doesn't look worried for my lack of verbal response, he even said it was alright. But, it is not, and I am aware of that, it's always on my mind.

So, I try to put this endless love that I have for him into every little action, every single thing that I do: a cup of coffee when he comes home tired and yet wants to talk about the day; a massage in his shoulder (that he never asks for, but I always know when he needs one); a hug after a nightmare (or at any other moment of the day when the sight of him is just to much lovable); a sleepy kiss; a hungry kiss; a - I'm still mad that you ate all my cookies, but you're more important - kiss...

The list could go on forever, but still, it's not enough, is it? Who wants to be with someone that can't verbalize their love? What if he gets tired of waiting? What if he goes on a mission and, no! I'm not taking that road. I need to find a way of letting him know, one that involves words, that him will know that I mean.

Oh, I think I know how I'm going to do this and will be with something that we both love: music.

Some time later, and I finally have the playlist created. Doubts and antecipation starts to take place at mind. Am I being silly? Should I wait for him to come home or should I just send it now?

I decide on sending him the link before I give up the courage.

Hey Lover - Daughters of Eve

I've Got A Crush On You - Ella Fitzgerald

Do I Love You? - The Ronettes

My Special Angel - The Vogues

I Love You So - The Chantels

Heart and Soul - The Four Aces

More Today Than Yesterday - The Spiral Starecase

My One And Only Love - Ella Fitzgerald

There! I've Said It Again - Bobby Vinton

P.S. I Love You - Billie Holiday

I really hope he understands it and gets to feel at least a little of all the love I have to give to him, all the love that I kept with me for not knowing how to share, all that love that is inside of me, but in reality is his. Because my mind is his, my body is his and I'm his.