Seeing How Each Feral Boy Interacted With Their Streams A Year Ago Vs Right Now Is So Funny

Seeing how each Feral Boy interacted with their streams a year ago vs right now is so funny

Quackity a year ago: hi oh my god thank you for the gifted omg guys :3

Quackity now: EVERYONE FUCK OFF IM NOT AN IPAD KID. IM A DRAGON AND I AM HERE TO DO THE DEED

Karl when he first started: *giggling* lets gooo aheheheheheheheh

Karl now: YOURE DOGWATER. YOURE SHORT? GROW! FREER THAN A COSTCO SAMPLE.

Sapnap a year ago: aheheh yeah I’ll fight you maybe haha

Sapnap now: I DONT KNOW WHATS HAPPENING IN MY OWN STREAM ANYMORE

Dream a year ago: today we are going to be trying to beat the world record for Minecraft speedrunning in 1.15 :D

Dream now: I HAVE A PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIP WITH OBAMA SO FUCK OFF

George a year ago: I’m so sorry I missed your dono oh my god I feel so bad here let me name something after you ahehehe

George now: *demonic screaming* THIS STREAM IS SPONSORED BY DNF. SKEPPY AND YOUR MUM BAHA

after i read the summary, i clicked the fic so many times i thought my mouse would break. the concept is so cute and the ending omg!!!! they were on the couch. together. eating pizza. together. and being vulnerable. together. so sweet, i loved this. especially this:

“I think we should kiss.” Your suggestion is merely a whisper.

“We should?”

“Only if you meant what you said earlier.”

He chuckles, and mutters “I meant every word.” And his lips press softly against yours. The kiss is gentle, sweet and so, so full of passion that you have to lean forward into his touch. He smiles against your lips and then tilts his head to deepen the kiss. Your fingers curl around his shirt, as you pull him as close to you as possible.

do you hear that?? it’s me, screaming at my monitor.

paperwork

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Cop AU)

summary: In which Detective Right-All-The-Time confesses his feelings for Detective Terrible-Detective

warnings: pure fluff y’all will get a toothache from all the sweetness

author’s note: yes, that’s amy and jake in the pic, yes i cropped their faces lol (this is a repost) [wc: 5k]

MASTERLIST // LIBRARY

“Don’t they have anything better to do?” Natasha, your fellow detective comments from her desk. Her eyes never leave the computer screen and neither did yours, but you knew exactly what she was talking about.

Across the bullpen, two of your co-workers were playing a game of who can stuff the most tater tots in their mouths. Bucky Barnes and Scott Lang stood apart from each other in the kitchen area, aiming the food item at the other’s mouth.

Steve was sitting on Scott’s desk since it was closer to the kitchen – so that he could judge the challenge. The former two had come up with a silly set of rules and had the blonde detective to be the judge and place the ‘verdict’ of their ridiculous game.

“I know, right? And to think those two idiots dragged Steve into this too. They will never spare a chance to corrupt him.” You said in reply. “If they’re all out of work then they’re more than welcome to help me.” You joke, typing away on your computer.

“Actually, they are. Bucky as always finished his paperwork earlier than everyone.” Sam Wilson said as he stood up from his desk to join the boys in the kitchen.

Sam’s the Captain’s assistant. He usually has a lot of work to do, but he prefers filing his nails or being on his phone twenty-four-seven which is how he mostly communicates, even when the people he wants to talk to are right next to him. Like with Nat. He sent her a text to tell her to complete her documents by today.

“Well, then they should just go home.” You scoffed.

You finally chance a glance at Bucky, who was smirking as he now aimed a single tater tot at Sam’s mouth. His blue eyes, though you couldn’t see the colour clearly from where you’re sitting, are squinting in concentration and he tugs at his bottom lip as if that’s going to help him at aiming correctly. His hair looks conditioned and soft – as always. Even when he comes to work late every other day looking like he had a hangover last night.

God, he’s beautiful. How?

As much as Bucky looks handsome while throwing a freaking tater tot, it also makes you want to groan in annoyance. Nobody has the right to look that dashing when all they wear to work is a plain tee and a plaid shirt over it with a pair of jeans that haven’t been washed in god knows how long.

You avert your gaze before anyone realizes you’re ogling at a fellow detective, and go back to do your paperwork. It’s the last for this week and you’re more than excited to finish it and go home.

You’re never the first one to leave the precinct, be it any day of the week. But this Friday, it’s different. You have a date and it’s a big deal. Your friend outside of work had set you up with this guy – who’s really a mystery to you since she refused to tell you anything about him, except his name.

It’s Jason… or maybe he’s a Josh. Okay, you weren’t exactly paying attention to her when she told you his name. But you’ve finally found some personal time for yourself to go out and have fun – after a very long fucking time. You’ll learn his name eventually. So it’s not really a problem.

The problem is your paperwork. It just seems endless and worthless by this point. You don’t hate doing this particular part of the job, you actually love it. But right now all you want to do is get up and stretch your legs. You’ve been in your chair since four in the afternoon and now it’s almost six-thirty. Well, excluding the time it took for pee breaks and when you went to grab a quick snack from the vending machine. It’s just one of those slow days at the precinct when nothing exciting happens.

The boys walk back to their respective desks soon. Bucky – desk being exactly opposite yours – sits down, slumping into his chair with a huge groan. You roll your eyes at him, trying to ignore the sly smirk he’s sending your way. Why is he always smirking? You’re pretty sure he was born with that expression.

Apart from being ridiculously handsome and an amazing detective, James Bucky Barnes is extremely difficult. He’s probably the most annoying person on the planet, the worst partner you’ve ever worked with and an even terrible secondary.

You’ve lost count on how many cases you’ve been assigned as a primary only for him to swoop in from the beginning to take over. It’s not something he would do on purpose, it’s just his natural detective instincts. And though, he never took credit for those times, it still bothered you. Praises don’t really sound like music to the ears when you only did half of the work to get full credit for. And yes, you are that kind of person.

You brush it off, trying to focus on the work in front of you. Whatever he’s about to do or say – you won’t let him bother you. At least not today. You have to keep your mood in check if you want to have a good time during your date.

“Still workin’ huh?” Bucky said, his voice is toned in a way like he’s trying to make a snide comment. He settles his legs on his desk. One foot locked over the other as he moves his ankles apart to look at you from between his feet.

“Yes, unlike you some of us actually pay attention while doing the office work,” you said.

“Hmm, see this is why I’m always good in the field,” Bucky said.

You pull back, face scrunched up in question and your fingers stop their typing as you look up at him. “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

He realizes what he just said, and scrolls back in his chair, his feet slip down and he straightens up again. “No, no, no! That’s not what I meant. Shit, I didn’t mean to offend you. You’re as good on the field as you are in the office.”

You narrow your eyes, but don’t bother answering him and focus on your work instead.

Don’t let him get to you. You remind yourself.

Though, it felt oddly satisfying to see Bucky fumble over his words. You try to suppress your smirk as you quickly flicked your eyes up to see him and then back to your computer.

It was around seven when you finally finished your work. You’d packed up and were well on your way out with Natasha when the Captain walks out of his office. Captain Nick Fury comes up to you, his expressions unreadable as always.

“Captain,” you greet him with a smile as you stand up from your chair.

“Detective, heading home I suppose.”

“Yes, just finished with the last bit of work.”

“Have you and Romanoff finished with the paperwork for the jewellery store robbery?”

You blink a few times, “The Titan Jewels robbery, sir?”

“Yes. I had told Wilson to give you the message.”

“Sam didn’t give us any message.”

Nat groans, banging a fist on her desk, “Wilson?” The death glare she throws at him was enough to make him sink back in his chair. Hiding his face behind his phone, playing some stupid game on it.

“Natasha, it’s the end of the day! Bitch, you know I’m out of data!” Sam said, sighing.

“You could’ve told us, we were right here!” Nat shouts, banging another fist. You know who she’ll be thinking about when she’s punching a sack of sand at the gym tomorrow morning.

“Okay, well I guess we’ll just have to stay and do it, Nat.” You said, attempting to calm her down a little. “It’ll be done, Captain.”

“That’s better,” he gives you a curt nod before leaving.

You sit back down and restart your computer. Everyone starts leaving one by one. Sam apologizes to you and Nat and even though he seemed genuinely sorry you couldn’t help but get mad. You didn’t show it though.

In the end, it was just you, Nat and Bucky while Steve was just about to leave.

“Nat, I think you should go home.” You sighed, both of you were in the break room, make yourselves some coffee.

“What are talking about? We’re supposed to do the work together.”

“Need I remind you that you have a certain someone, who’s waiting for you at home?”

“I already texted Sharon I’m coming late. She can understand.”

“Natasha, go. home.”

She rolls her eyes, trying not to smile at how affectionately you told her to get out of here. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this coffee?”

“Give it to me.” You shrugged, smiling.

She leaves without another fit of argument, knowing you can be as persuasive as she can and that there’s really no way you’ll let her ruin her evening… along with your own. You have to yet message Josh/Jason about cancelling the date. Hopefully, he’ll understand and maybe suggest a reschedule.

Just as you were about to pick up your phone from the desk your attention falls on Bucky sitting opposite you. He has his black leather jacket on which means he’s ready to leave for the day.

“What are you still doing here?” You ask him.

He looks up from his phone, a clueless expression on his face. “Huh? Uh, what are you still doing here?”

Rolling your eyes, you sit back on your chair. “Completing the remaining paperwork Sam forgot to tell us.”

“Us?” He mumbles then looks around.

“Me and Nat,” you answer while starting to type on your keyboard.

“But I just saw her leaving.”

“Oh, I sent her away. I didn’t want her night to get ruined because of work,” you tell.

Bucky clears his throat, as he leans closer towards you from his chair. “You can’t finish all the work before the night shift squad comes in. That’s impossible.”

“I know but…”

“But what?”

“I had a date tonight.”

Bucky looks at you confused, “Then why did you sent Nat away?”

“Well, I didn’t want her to get stuck with me.”

“Bullshit! Tell me why you’re here, really?”

You purse your lips and stop typing. Sighing heavily you answer, “Okay look, my dating life is as dry and boring as a desert. And yes, I should be excited that I’m finally getting outside my apartment and going somewhere that doesn’t lead me to a grocery store or work. But I don’t know, I am having second thoughts.”

“Second thoughts?”

“About whether I should go or not.” You state the obvious, “Look, it’s nothing, really. I don’t even know this guy. He’s just someone my friend set me up with. So, now I just have to tell her to tell him that I can’t go.”

“I don’t get it. You never said anything about your plans. I’m sure if Nat knew about it, she’d make you leave instead.”

“Bucky, I said it’s okay.” You try to shrug off the conversation.

“That’s not fair. You should go out and have fun.”

“Oh, and who’ll do the work? You?”

“Yes.”

You had to pause, and take a double-take at the man in front of you. You let out a small chuckle, shaking your head as you resume your work.

“Don’t you have anything else to do other than listen to me talk about my miserable life?” You muttered.

“You can’t make me feel sorry for you when you did this to yourself, doll. If you were at whatever restaurant your date chose for you, your life wouldn’t have been ‘miserable’” He stands up and makes his way to the side of your desk.

“Since when did you become so wise, Detective Barnes?”

“I have always been wise, Detective Y/L/N. I just don’t show it to anyone.” he smiles. “You should go. You’ll be able to make it if you leave right now. You still have some time to get dressed if not for a shower.” He jokes as he takes your hand and attempts to pull you up.

“No, Bucky!”

“Up, up!” he said, insistently tugging your hands.

“Barnes! I can’t just abandon my work. Captain Fury would –”

“Fury would have no clue of who did the work!”

“Actually, he would. Your grammar is terrible, Barnes.”

“I’ll send a copy to Steve to check the grammar and spelling errors.”

“Bucky –”

“Go.”

“But–”

“I said, go!”

“But I need to –”

“Need to what? I’m not really that bad at grammar okay? And sure, I once misspelt prosecution to prostitution but mistakes happen. I’m just human –”

“I just need to get my bag, Bucky!” You cut him off, “Wait, you really wrote prostitution instead of prosecution? That was you?”

“Just pack up and leave, alright? I’m doing you a favour here.”

You laugh all the while packing up. And as you walk towards the elevator you shout out a goodnight when he wishes you good luck on the date. You say a little thanks before the elevator closes and he sends you a charming smile with a small wave.

The trip to your apartment from the precinct was a short distance of fifteen minutes, but you took a cab after looking at your watch and realizing you only have half an hour to get ready.

As soon as you get home, you toe-off your shoes and start undressing. You’d decided on what to wear during the cab on your way to your apartment. And you really didn’t care much to look at choices available in your closet. You laid down the prettiest dress you had, it’s a casual LBD. And just so it doesn’t look too simple you opt for a suitable jacket that goes with it and some accessories.

After you freshen up, you get ready. Your hair and makeup is subtle for a first date. And you’re ready to leave.

Your friend had told you that Josh/Jason would meet you directly at the restaurant where he’d made the reservations. So you called an Uber and before you know, you’re standing at the reception desk.

The man behind it asks for a name. You’re flushed with embarrassment as you tell him both the names along with his last name. How did you not remember his first name but knew what his last name was?

The guy informs that your date hasn’t arrived yet but leads you to your table anyway. Well, you were late too by five minutes. But you’re here before him, so that means at least you can pretend to be on time when he comes.

You make yourself comfortable. Your waiter for tonight arrives at your table, asking what type of drink you’d like. You’re not sure if you should start without your date. But you’re also parched. So you order a glass of red wine.

Five minutes later you’re still alone sitting at your table and you’re still on your first glass. The waiter swings by again to ask if you’re ready to order but you tell him that you’re waiting for someone.

Five more minutes go by and now you’re having your second glass of wine.

This time you pull your phone out of your purse and call your friend who’d set you up with a latecomer. She tells you that maybe he’s just on his way. She offers to ask where he is but you immediately tell her not to do that. You can’t do anything about it.

So, the ten minutes, turn into twenty and then thirty.

The waiter comes by again, this time with a sympathetic expression on his face. But you returned that look with a smile.

Right before he was about to pour you another glass you stop him. “Actually, can I get this bottle to go, please?”

“So you’re leaving?”

“Waited for thirty minutes, got stood up. So yes.” You said, twisting your lips and you dragged your chair back to get up. “And don’t worry, I’ll still leave a tip. He was a jerk, but I’m not.” You said pointing at the empty chair opposite to you.

“Thank you.” He smiles before leaving you.

You know you should feel terrible. And you do, but as you walk out of the restaurant and into the crisp night, you’re kind of glad he didn’t show up. First of all, first dates are always awkward and you never know what to say to fill in the silence with small talk. You’re sort of relieved that you got rid of this whole evening turning into a mess. You pull out your phone and call a cab.

Waiting for your uber to come, you contemplate what do to. You could get takeout from a Chinese restaurant near your apartment building and go home, curl up in your bed and binge watch a show on Netflix.

Or…

The cab arrives soon and you tell him the address to your precinct. You’re sure Bucky would still be there. You don’t know why you chose to go with the second option. But you tell yourself it’s only because he could use some help with the paperwork.

You hold the bottle of wine close to your chest as you stand outside the precinct. A shiver passes up your spin but you tell yourself it’s because of the end-of-November weather and not because of the nerves that suddenly came upon you at the thought of seeing a certain blue-eyed detective. Shifting your weight from one foot to the other, you look up at the dark sky and curse under your breath.

“Fuck it.” You mutter and walk towards the entrance to push the door open.

The elevator door opens with a ding as you reach your floor. That small noise startles the only person in the office.

His head jerks up as he sits up straight.

“I’m awake! I’m totally awake!” He yells and rubs his face furiously to wash off the sleep. It’s when he realizes someone just entered in, that he twirls around your chair to look at who it is. “What are you doing here?”

“You were sleeping.” You gasp, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “I should have known I could never trust you!”

“No, it was just a quick power nap. I had an alarm set for fifteen minutes, see!” He says, showing you his phone. “What the hell are you doing here, though? Aren’t you supposed to be wining and dining with your date?”

You kicked off your heels while walking towards your joined desks and lean your lower back against it. Looking down at Bucky, you sigh placing the bottle of wine on the desk.

“You won’t be surprised when I tell you that the jerk stood me up.” You said, laughing mostly at yourself.

Bucky looks at you with his mouth agape.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I waited there for thirty minutes. Called my friend to ask where the guy is. Got looks of sympathy from the freaking waiter as if it was the most pathetic thing he’s ever seen in his entire life. And left with this bottle of wine. So he probably thinks I’m gonna end up drunk and alone on my couch. At one point I felt like pulling out my gun and shoot at the table. God, that was so embarrassing!” You ramble on.

Bucky still stares up at you, shaking his head.

“Huh, well do know where he lives, your supposed date? ‘Cause I’ll go there right now and I’ll pound on him. I’ll give him a real good pounding.”

You snort out, “‘I’ll give him a real good pounding’, title of your sex tape.” and at the same time he gasps, “Title of my sex tape!”

The two of you have a good laugh at the joke as you take a seat on his chair and prop your legs on the desk.

“You know, even if I wanted to pound him, I wouldn’t need your help.” You said with a smug look.

“True dat, I’ve seen you chase so many perps, and tackle them down in heels. You really don’t need me to handle that douchebag,” he said with a weirdly fond look in his eyes.

“Aw, you know it means a lot coming from you, Barnes. Thanks.”

“Well, you are the fiercest detective I’ve ever met.” He said as a matter of fact.

But as you smile at his compliments, his words make you ponder over the failed date tonight.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Huh?”

“I said what are you thinking about?” He repeats. “You have that far off look on your face and your eyes are narrowed and your mouth is open. If you had a pencil in your hand right now, you’d probably tap it between your teeth. You always do that when you’re thinking.”

“I do not!” you said, slightly offended. But he knew you’re not when a huge smile creeps up onto your lips.

“Hey, I’m not saying it’s weird, doll. It’s a cute habit.”

You shake your head, you can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth and yet you can’t stop smiling. Leaning your head back on the headrest, you look up at the off-white ceiling; a dejected sigh leaving your lips.

“What’s wrong with me that makes me so undateable?” You wonder out loud.

“Hey, you’re not undateable just because one guy doesn’t show up. That jerk just missed out on having a fun time with you. Trust me, it’s his loss.”

Trust Bucky? You wanted to scoff at him but you don’t.

“No, really I’m talking about men in general. I haven’t dated in a while. And it’s been a really long time, okay? Guys only find me interesting until they come to know that I’m a cop. It’s like they suddenly get this inferior complex like it’s my fault or something.”

“That’s ridiculous. I’ve never experienced that.”

You roll your eyes at him, dully. “That’s ‘cause you’re a guy. Male cop!”

“Okay. You gotta break it to me, sweetheart.”

“See, if you’re a guy and a cop. Girls would throw themselves at your feet. Because it would be hot to date a cop. But the moment a woman gives out her fucking biodata, the only thing men see is what she does for a living. And if it’s something that’s more important than what they do, then suddenly she’s intimidating and is seen as a career-obsessed person. Why?”

You knew Bucky didn’t know the answer to that. It’s not like you expected him to say something.

But then he does, “Wow, I didn’t know that.”

“Well, you do try to come up and forward every time Captain’s giving us new assignments. And you always get the cool ones.”

“That’s not exactly what you said –”

“But it is Bucky. I can’t explain it enough.”

“I don’t do it intentionally.”

“I know, which is why you partially stand apart from those men.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should ‘cause I just don’t go around throwing people compliments,” you said. Bucky chuckles and puts his focus back on the computer. “How much of it is left?”

“Only a couple more pointers and then I will have it printed.”

“Do not print it. I’ll go over it before,” you warn him.

“Okay, Ma'am.” He mutters.

“Did you have dinner yet?” You ask when your stomach grumbles out of nowhere.

“No, but I did eat all those tater tots earlier with Lang and Wilson. Did you?”

“No, just had the dry breadsticks. I’m hungry now.” you pout.

Bucky looks up, solely to look at your expressions. His eyes immediately turn soft and a smile curls upon his lips. “There’s pizza menus in my desk drawer, bottom one.”

“Ooh, yay!” You clap your hands excitedly and bend down to open the drawer. You select your favourite pizza place and quickly order two pizzas, one with your favourite toppings and the other with Bucky’s since he changed his mind while you were giving your order.

Bucky was done with your paperwork and you got it printed after going over it. Surprisingly, there weren’t any major errors, it almost looked like a duplicate version of your own. You thanked him again as he placed it in the filing cabinet behind Sam’s desk.

The pizza arrives and the two of you eat it in the break room with the wine you’d bought. You found some use and throw cups in a cabinet that you could use. You’re currently draped over the couch, while Bucky sits on the other end. He’d placed your feet up on his lap before he sat there.

The whole evening was so relaxing that you’d never have thought Bucky would have something to do with it. You’ve never seen this side of his. He hasn’t made a snide remark or been cocky. And you’re starting to think if it’s because he thinks you’re vulnerable because your date didn’t show up.

You nudge him in the stomach with your feet to get his attention. He stops eating for a moment, eyes landing on you. “Hey, you’re not being nice to me because I got stood up, right? Because I hate sympathy.”

“No, c’mon.” He said simply, though he feels like he should explain since you didn’t look all that convinced. “I know sympathy is the last thing anyone would want in this situation. And like I said before, the guy was a jerk, he most certainly doesn’t deserve you.”

“But what if he showed up the moment I left?”

“Well, it’s still his loss, he was the one who turned up late and you can’t feel guilty ‘cause it’s not your fault.” He reasons. “Besides, I think you shouldn’t date regular men.”

At this, you snort out a laugh, “What do you mean regular men?”

“You should date cops!”

“Uh, what?”

“Well, cops are nice, aren’t they?”

“No, they’re either boring or cocky – like you.”

“Oh, c'mon, Steve’s nice.”

“But he’s also taken. Somehow, all good-natured cops are taken. Besides, I don’t date cops.”

“Aside from that Johnny loser from 97, you dated. God, he was the most boring person on this planet.”

“Oh, well. Detective Barnes, I’ll make sure to ask for your advice before dating.” Your sarcasm only makes him shove your feet off of him. But he lets you put them back onto his lap.

“Okay, let’s see it this way.” He begins, “If the concept of ‘opposites attract’ is anything to go by.” You nod, as he hands you another slice of pizza. “Then you, the intimidating cop, and me, the cocky cop, we’d make a pretty good couple.”

By the time he finishes explaining, you give him this look of amusement. Your lips are threatening to break out on a huge grin, which will most probably turn into a laugh.

“I’m sorry, what are you trying to say?”

“Forget it. I never said anything.” He’s quick to dismiss the subject.

“No, no, no. C'mon, Barnes. Explain it.”

“I thought you were supposed to be good at interpreting things.”

“Bucky, just say it alre –”

“I always thought… what it would be like if something were to happen between us. You know, romantically.” He finally spills out. His eyes never meet yours during his little confession. But you could tell he’s speaking the truth. “God, I sound like such a sap,” he mutters.

You sit up straight, shifting closer to him, “Bucky –”

“Now you’re saying you’d never date cops. So, I feel like I’ve missed my chance.” He cuts you off again.

He sneaks a glance at you the exact moment you tuck your hair behind both your ears and now you couldn’t meet his eyes.

Bucky distinctly remembers Natasha telling him that you do that gesture whenever you find someone attractive. But he looks away when you lift your head up to look at him. And just like that, the comfortable silence is turned into an awkward one.

“I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” Bucky says, voice soft and apologetic.

“Why didn’t you… Why didn’t you say anything before?” You ask.

Bucky thought you’d drop the topic right then and there. Now he doesn’t know how to answer your question.

“Well, first of all, I was too busy being an asshole and the worst co-worker in the whole wide world of Detectives.” he jokes making you roll your eyes, “And second of all, I never thought you would look at me that way. Plus, we work together, I didn’t even think I would start having these feelings for you.” He replied.

“You know, Nat once told me a little theory where little boys pull little girls’ pigtails and trouble them because they like them and are too proud to admit it.” You smirk at Bucky while he tries to comprehend the meaning behind your words. “I’m sure you’re only a kid on the inside.”

“Nat sure does know a lot of things, doesn’t she?” Bucky chuckles.

“Yeah, she’s very, very observant, aside from the fact that we all are since we’re detectives and all.” You said, “And now I know why you’re such a jerk to me.”

“Does that make you feel special, doll?” He retorts, with a smirk of his own.

You shove him lightly, laughing. “You’re so full of yourself, Barnes!”

After your small fit of laughter, you’re back with being comfortable in each other’s presence. Bucky takes a sip of his wine from the disposal cup, “By the way, I never complimented your look.” He says, side-glancing your figure from head to toe.

“Oh, please do! Before I spill wine all over it. I worked hard to look good tonight.” You said dramatically. A giggle escapes your lips as you sit up straight to give him a better look.

“You look really beautiful, doll.” He says, blue eyes sparkling as his gaze solely focuses on yours. You feel your heart skip a beat, a shuddering breath following it. And you do it again, the double tuck of your hair behind your ears. Bucky whole face lightens up, this time confirming his suspicions. “And you’re not just beautiful, you’re smart and intelligent and the best detective NYPD has.”

“You’re saying I’m better than you?”

“Yes, obviously. You work so hard.”

You know you’re blushing like mad right now. His words wash over you like a tidal wave, it’s too much. You could barely handle yourself when he called you beautiful and now he’s showering you with praises. This is an entirely different side of Bucky. You always knew he was hiding it but you never thought you’d get fond of it so instantly.

So, naturally, you say the only thing that seems appropriate.

“Would you like to go out this weekend, Bucky?” As soon as the words fall from your lips, Bucky’s head snaps in your direction.

Did you just ask him out?!

“Like on a – on a date?” He says, still flabbergasted.

“Yeah.”

“What happened to the ‘No Dating Cops’ policy?”

“I’ve decided to ignore it. I have a good feeling about this,” you mumble.

You don’t know how either of you came this close to sitting next to each other. Or was the couch always this small? Bucky hesitantly brings his hand up to cup your cheek and you immediately lean into it. You notice the way his eyes fall down to your lips.

“Wow, uh. Your lips are really close to mine,” you gulped.

“Uh-huh,” he replies, he continues to stare at your now slightly parted lips.

“I think we should kiss.” Your suggestion is merely a whisper.

“We should?”

“Only if you meant what you said earlier.”

He chuckles, and mutters “I meant every word.” And his lips press softly against yours. The kiss is gentle, sweet and so, so full of passion that you have to lean forward into his touch. He smiles against your lips and then tilts his head to deepen the kiss. Your fingers curl around his shirt, as you pull him as close to you as possible.

Somehow you end up lying against the armrest of the couch as Bucky hovers over you, lips still attached to yours, never giving you a chance to breathe. He does pull away though, only to pepper small kisses to the corner of your mouth and cheek and the tip of your nose, then comes back to place one last kiss on your lips.

By the end you’re both breathing a little too hard, goofy smiles on your faces. Bucky’s blue eyes seem darker, but full of adoration.

“I think we should save the rest for until after our date.” He knows you said that reluctantly with how you were still staring at his lips.

“As you wish, doll.” He said bumping your noses together, pulling out an airy laugh from you. His heart threatens to burst out just because of that lovely sound. And you giggle at the little pet name, knowing you’ll blush every time he’ll call you from now on.

Indeed, this was one of those days when something exciting happens at the precinct.

-fin

i hope you enjoyed reading! as always feedback is greatly appreciated! :)

ah yes, the besties to lovers trope i love to see it. first of all, the letter was so cute!! and it was written on nice paper!! i could definitely see peter doing something like that to get his feelings out there but not actually out there. and the sheer panic he experienced when he saw it on her desk... bro i felt that. and when she was debating whether or not to open it?? i felt that too. and when she wasn’t sure what to do bc she didn’t wanna jeopardize their friendship. I. FELT. THAT. oh and the LOCKSCREEN!!!! i squealed.

stuck with me | peter parker

summary ↠ you were just searching for his phone to let may know he’d be crashing at yours…you didn’t expect to find a letter addressed to you.

genre ↠ best friends to lovers | college!au | slight angst | fluff

warnings ↠ slight description of pain (on pete’s part), the word ‘kms’ being used (😭) a shit ton of feels

word count ↠ 5.5k

a/n ↠ another lengthy fic…no clue i had it in me sdfghjk but here we are!! and if any ya’ll find the little reference (something peter directly said) from hoco i put in just the beginning you’re a g :’) ++ huge thanks to @parkerpeter24 for being my beta, and my biggest cheerleader on this :’) i listened to the neighborhood’s stuck with me while writing this!! one of my huge inspo’s for this fic :’) super excited to share this fic with ya’ll and i only hope you enjoy!! ♡ feedback is appreciated <3

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the summary had me so hyped for this!!!! he was so protective and supportive and he just wanted the best for her always. and the way he empathized with her and calmed her nerves when she was about to take her test... this is love. my heart is so full rn, thank you for this.

Convalescence

Pairing: Paramedic!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Recovery is a long process; Bucky knows that better than anyone. He just really needs to get you standing before he can get down on one knee.

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Descriptions of injury

a/n: This is a part two to my fic ‘Flashing Lights’! Read part one here!! Sorry for taking ten years to write it, but here it is!! :)

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Part One

The red lights filtered through your living room window before the sirens sounded off. They were quick—just a heads up that it was your boyfriend banging up the stairs to your apartment. You rushed to grab your things before he got inside, but with your legs still stiff from your surgery all those weeks ago, ‘rushing’ was nearly impossible. 

“Hey, pretty girl, you ready to go?” Bucky called out, his boots heavy against the hardwood.

“Just a sec!” you yelled. “I need to grab my jacket.” 

“The one at the top of the closet? I’ll get it for you, don’t move.” 

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PLS i just wanna say that i was so uncertain about tamlin in acotar so when feyre went under the mountain and tamlin did nothing, i almost lost it. like sir, i understand your admirer is quite extreme and emotional, however the love of your life is literally sacrificing herself for you and your people… and i was absolutely livid when tamlin groveled at amarantha’s feet like GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING!!!! i was literally shaking in anger. so when i got to acomaf, i was very happy that rhys and feyre got close. i was shocked when i read that they were mates… my mind went blank. like no thoughts blank. but that part at the cottage(?) ah yes that was a good one.

i skimmed your response to the asks and rhys caught my eye. you read acotar??? i stopped reading it after acomaf. i stopped reading actual books at one point but i recently(?) got back into it and idk if i should continue it... RHYS WAS SUCH A GEM THOUGH

yes i adore that series so much i don’t even have to words to express it - whenever i reread i skip most of acotar bc i despise tamlin but acomaf and acowar have my heart in a chokehold. they are so so good!!

if you do end up continuing please let me know i love talk about it!!!

fanfiction blows my mind sometimes, and i’m not specifically talking about the writing, plot, characters, etc but just the work itself as a whole. like those words are a piece of someone. a real person’s thoughts inspired by another real person’s thoughts and so on. time and effort and love were put into these stories, and some are shared with the world. not to mention they’re also not for profit and free to consume.