Imagine, "Friends with Benefits" meet Marvel.
James Buchanan Barnes visits the past and find something he'll like to hold tightly around.
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authors note:
I love plot, teasing and smut's so I will try to combine all of them in this story...
"You look unusually happy for a normal work day," Jasmine said, your best friend of ten fifteen years now.
"I'm always happy when you buy drinks," You laughed low, you were not about to tell her the reason behind your happiness, not that you thought... he, was the reason behind it.
The drinks came as you sat down with your other friends. You were a group of six, it was you, Jasmine, Felix, Omar and Kalisha. It used to involve Casper too, but that was only because he would sneak himself in to be a part of it. It had felt way easier this last half year when you finally had your friends to yourself. You swallowed the shot glass with the others, before you took a zip of your whiskey sour. You could still feel it burn in your throat.
"Jasmine why does Y/n have that glow in her face... it's disgusting," Felix laughed. You rolled your eyes at him. He was being ridiculous.
"I tried to ask her myself, she ignored my question," Jasmine said teasingly looking over at you.
You took a good sip of your glass before you put it down.
"First of all, I do not have a 'glow' on me-"You began before they so rudely interrupted you.
"Girl who are you even trying to impress looking like that?" Omar snapped his fingers at you, alluding to your dress.
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It was a long, dark and form fitting dress. Your hair was loose, and you had a tint of makeup on, but truly nothing of the extraordinary. You could've sworn you had worn this dress in front of them before on your weekly festive activities. It was nothing different about you, that you were confident of.
"Guys, I'm just happy," You explained waving your glass out to them.
"Did you finally get your full-time job at the library?" Kalisha asked out of curiosity.
"No, I'm still only part time," You answered.
"So you got the Ddddd" Felix sang loud and proud.
Your cheeks turned red as you rolled your eyes at them. Why was it that they thought it was only two things that could make you happy? And why those two things? It felt deeply tragic that sex and work success was the only two things that your friends thought made you happy. Perhaps it felt even more tragic because it was true.
"I need at least three more drinks," You shouted in relief. Omar stood up right beside you.
"I will make it my mission that you get those three drinks so you can spill the tea," Omar stood up and marched to the bar for you.
It didn't take long before everything felt colourful and bubbly around you. You and your friends had sung karaoke at the top of your lungs, as you found yourself dancing in the middle of the dance floor. The only highlight in your terrible normal life, was moments like these. Your friends were the rock in your life. Suddenly a guy came up to you and tapped you on your shoulder. You turned around to face him. He was decent looking, but not your type. He was tall with blonde hair, you preferred darker.
"You look good," He shouted over the music.
"Thank you, I know," You shouted back, still trying to dance.
"You want to go home with me?" He shouted, as you began to laugh.
"No," you yelled back, his face told you that he was surprised by your answer. It made you laugh even more, he was clearly the type of guy that was used to getting a yes.
"You got a boyfriend?" He asked, you shook your head.
"I'm here with my friends," You smiled, he nodded.
He vanished into the crowd as you turned around to your friends dancing. It was strange. You rejected the guy, but deep down you wanted to say yes. You don't know why. It had nothing to do about how he looked or anything. It was about how you felt. For the first time in a year, you felt open. Open for possibilities. Fuck Casper, the two of you hadn't even kissed or held hands the last year you were together. James was right you did miss being intimate, you had just forgotten how good it felt. He had reminded you. You began to laugh before you turned around, found the guy and tapped him on his shoulder.
"What's your name?" You shouted up to him.
"Chris" He shouted back, you nodded to him.
"My name is Y/n!" You yelled, resting your hands on your hips.
You looked out to the crowd before you looked up at him. Nothing really mattered anymore, did it?
"Chris, I don't want to have sex with you, but I would like to make out with you, would you like to make out with me?" Your voice was almost cracking trying to get out the words. Chris began to smile as he walked closer to you.
"I would like that very much," He shouted back, before your lips intertwined.
