a collection of oneshots i've written on tumblr via @/ladyvesuvia of both angst and fluff! some of these have already been published separately on my account.
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PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Reader SUMMARY: A staring contest on the rooftop leads to the two of you deciding to kiss on your birthday to find out if something is there. (Based on The Way I Feel Inside by the Zombies) WORDS: 1.9k
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Long after everyone has come and gone from your birthday party in your apartment, you're left alone with one more guest who, for some reason — the reason being that he hadn't gotten you any present and showed up late — felt guilty and obliged to help you clean up.
"Seriously, you can go, it's okay," you tell Bucky with a lighthearted laugh as you wipe the tables. "It's no big deal."
He doesn't respond, being occupied with rearranging the chairs. "Where does this placemat go again?"
You drop the rug on the table, not saying a thing as you just watched him. You cross your arms in an effort to be noticed. "Wherever it goes."
He nudges one chair into place before mimicking your stance.
He.
Stares.
You snort. "Alright, I can live with that."
"Can you?" he challenges.
"Uh-huh, I say we take this to the rooftop."
And the two of you climb the fire escape stairs, finally making it to the fine breeze of the busy night. There's nobody else upstairs but there are the foldable chairs you and your friends had set up way earlier that you have yet to clean up after later on.
The two of you finally stand in front of each other, face to face, prepared to win.
He blinks for a long while and so do you until you finally count to three and the staring contest begins. You don't let his stoic expression faze you as well as he doesn't let yours distract him.
"You better wish yourself luck because I can do this all day."
You laugh, walking closer to him. He doesn't blink. "You know what you can't do all day?"
"Oh, yeah?" he nods. "What?"
"Think about what to get me for my birthday," you joke.
He then groans, visibly embarrassed and begins to apologize without doing so much as look away from you. "I said I'm sorry!"
"I'm just kidding, don't worry," you laugh, patting him at the back.
He doesn't bother to inform you of the weeks he had prior to this moment that he had, in fact, been brainstorming of what to get you.
Which brings him to today, where he's carrying ... two things.
Just because.
There was the tiny box of daisy earrings resting in the pocket of the bag he'd brought along with him and a projection pendant necklace he's keeping in the pocket of his jacket.
