Imagine x female reader (Y/n)
I wrote this when I was like 14 I'm sorry if it's confusing don't expect Brontë
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A very boring, over worded, written-like-a-child, promise-my-writing-is-actually-better-than-this, summary withou...
Me and Bucky walked out of the elevator, revealing the Avengers movie theatre, warm lights fading on automatically. It was a large room, but still homely. Four large couches symmetrically faced the big screen and on the walls of the cinema room hung six movie poster, Ferris Bullers Day Off, Back To The Future, The Matrix, Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back, Fight Club and Jurassic Park, all my father's favourite nostalgia films.
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We sat at the front together and he flicked through the movies on Netflix. I didn't care what we watched — romance, documentary, horror — I just wanted to be there with him. I couldn't take my gaze away from his eyes, reflecting in the light of the glowing projector screen.
Our bodies were interlocked together, both my legs over one of his and his human hand grazing my knee.
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His eyes seemed glued to the screen, not noticing my trance until his head turned, presumably ask my opinion on a movie. He smiled warmly, coming closer, his eyes looking down to my lips. Slowly, inexorably, he presses his lips to mine. It's soft and gentle – it's a wave of warmth that stops the feeling of emptiness. Spilling out from my heart and the warmth of Bucky's lips on mine and rushing to every corner of my body: the cracks in between my toes, the crooks of my elbows, the tips of my ears.
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