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no update for dont water dead plants tmrw,,, been busy w exams i couldn’t write a chapter

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don't water dead plants – peter parker

oii. how was the jail cell?

↳ synopsis: peter finds that his old friend and now rival; the same quiet and reserved girl who is constantly fighting him for top of the class, is also competing against him in germany.

↳ pairing: peter parker x fem!avenger!reader

↳ genre: enemies to lovers, academic rivals, action

↳ warnings: short chapter :( not proofread

note: short chapter bc i have finals next week and a position paper due by wednesday and i really don’t want to drop my grades so sorry !!!

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it had been a week and a few days since y/n had been at school. the decathlon team was starting to get worried and it was evident in the texts they sent directed towards y/n. peter had gotten back a week ago and he wasn't so sure why worry had been bubbling in his stomach due to her absence. it had been the most peaceful week of his life, there was no one to shout the correct answer when he got it wrong, and the teacher made no effort to announce how she aced a new assignment because she wasn't there.

the decathlon practice wasn't exactly as peaceful though. all they would talk about is how they were missing one of their best team members. with the trip to washington d.c coming up, they were all in a panic.

peter couldn't help but think she dropped out for good, that was until the class just before lunch, she ran in 20 minutes late. peter's eyes furrowed at her frazzled appearance, she looked much less put together than she had before germany.

"y/n, you're finally back, hope you're feeling better- but next time, don't be late."

he watched as y/n only nodded before dropping her head and heading to her seat. he hadn't seen how her eyes were swollen, and red with purple eyebags set right under her eyes. small cuts littered her face but she hid them well with concealer, only people who came so close to her could see, and he could tell she was bruising under her hoodie and sweatpants. his mind reeled back to the car ride to the airport with tony, he mentioned how peter had to make sure no one knew y/n was a criminal and that he had to check on her quite a bit through the tracker placed on her suit. forgetting that he was still staring, y/n turned her gaze to the boy, her eyebrows furrowed and a quizzical look made its way on to her face. peter's eyes widened and he quickly turned his attention back to the teacher at the front, a pink colour tinting his cheeks.

finally, the bell rang and peter had let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, while peter quickly packed up his things and left the class with ned, he failed to realize that y/n was following close behind him. while he was mid-conversation with ned, he felt a hand grab att his bicep, and tugging him away from his best friend. he whipped his head around finding y/n being the person that rudely interrupted his conversation.

"what the hell?!", he whispered harshly, shaking his arm around to make the girl let go.

"shut up parker, you're the only one i can go to for this...", hearing her mutter in a warning tone made him tense, when he was pushed into the robotics club room, which was empty considering that it was lunch.

she quickly shut the door behind him and grabbed at his wrist. he tried pulling away by flinging his hands but stopped when y/n elbowed his side. giving her the opening to start his web shooter up and aim it at the door, effectively stopping anyone from coming in. she pulled him to the table farthest from the door. she unzipped her bag while peter was sending her a scowl.

"peter, you scowling at me isn't going to make me disappear you know", she rolled her eyes, a familiar body-tight suit coming into view as she pulled it out of her bag and threw it on the table.

peters scowl turned into an incredulous look, his gaze moving from the suit to the girl who was examining the suit.

"what the hell do you want me to do with this?"

"there's a tracker in it, tony put it in there when he first gave me this suit..."

"and? what does this have to do with me?"

"i need you to help me take it out..." peter frowned, and sighed dramatically, moving his hands towards the suit.

"i'd be helping a criminal", he spat, when he turned his head to look back at y/n, he only saw her frowning and staring at the ground.

grunting, he decided to play it off, "look... i can help you, i just need a laptop"

y/n nodded, her grim expression fading into a small smile, but as soon as she heard peter continue her smile turned back into a frown.

"what do you mean we need to get ned involved?!"

"he's the one with the laptop, neither of us do!"

the bickering went on until a wild question left his lips, "why don't you just trash the suit? if they find you in that they'll arrest you anyways"

"god peter, for being the smartest kid in class, you're so dense", y/n rolled her eyes, making her way back to the door and putting her hands on the doorknob.

she projected a bit of energy through her palms, burning the webs but stopping before it could melt the metal.

"what? what do you mean you're the smartest in the class..."

"huh? i haven't been to school in 2 weeks because im technically a criminal now, i'm sure you're far past me", her giggle found it's way into his ears, a small smile forming on his lips.

"oh... right" finding the silence funny, the girl snickered and twisted the door knob, only to find ned standing in front of the door with eyes as wide saucers.

“oh shit” was the only thing that left the filipino boys mouth, staring at the girl in amazement.

y/n let out an awkward laugh before pushing past ned and hiding the visible side of her face with her hand and walking down the hall.

“wait, y/n you’re criminal?!” as her back was turned to them, they weren't able to see how her face had contorted into dismay as she heard one other person refer to her as a criminal.

she quickly rushed to the asian boys side, putting her hand against his mouth, and hanging her head in shame.

“so that’s why peter hates you so much!”

lifting her head from its previous position, she look at him with a quirked brow, “what? no!”

“ned, i’m a criminal because i fought the other avengers with captain america, but nobody else knows that!”

“you’re a superhero!?” his squeals led y/n to covering his mouth yet again while Peter watched behind his bestfriend in amusement.

suddenly, the bell rings, making y/n retract her hands from ned’s mouth, her attention shifting to peter who had been unusually quiet.

“tell him about the suit” she whispered, walking past him swiftly, creating a small gust of wind.

during gym class peter had filled ned in with his newfound information on y/n’s second identity, mentioning how he needed help with her suit in removing the tracker. unfortunately, they got sidetracked, focusing more on the conversation going on between liz and her friends. hearing the commotion that and started, the h/c girl turned her head, now focused on their conversation. listening in, they had got invited to a party hosted by liz at her house, one that she was previously invited to. hearing as peter was invited solely to show off how he was friends with spiderman, the girl only found it all the more interesting.

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don't water dead plants – peter parker

oii. how was the jail cell?

↳ synopsis: peter finds that his old friend and now rival; the same quiet and reserved girl who is constantly fighting him for top of the class, is also competing against him in germany.

↳ pairing: peter parker x fem!avenger!reader

↳ genre: enemies to lovers, academic rivals, action

↳ warnings: short chapter :( not proofread

note: short chapter bc i have finals next week and a position paper due by wednesday and i really don’t want to drop my grades so sorry !!!

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it had been a week and a few days since y/n had been at school. the decathlon team was starting to get worried and it was evident in the texts they sent directed towards y/n. peter had gotten back a week ago and he wasn't so sure why worry had been bubbling in his stomach due to her absence. it had been the most peaceful week of his life, there was no one to shout the correct answer when he got it wrong, and the teacher made no effort to announce how she aced a new assignment because she wasn't there.

the decathlon practice wasn't exactly as peaceful though. all they would talk about is how they were missing one of their best team members. with the trip to washington d.c coming up, they were all in a panic.

peter couldn't help but think she dropped out for good, that was until the class just before lunch, she ran in 20 minutes late. peter's eyes furrowed at her frazzled appearance, she looked much less put together than she had before germany.

"y/n, you're finally back, hope you're feeling better- but next time, don't be late."

he watched as y/n only nodded before dropping her head and heading to her seat. he hadn't seen how her eyes were swollen, and red with purple eyebags set right under her eyes. small cuts littered her face but she hid them well with concealer, only people who came so close to her could see, and he could tell she was bruising under her hoodie and sweatpants. his mind reeled back to the car ride to the airport with tony, he mentioned how peter had to make sure no one knew y/n was a criminal and that he had to check on her quite a bit through the tracker placed on her suit. forgetting that he was still staring, y/n turned her gaze to the boy, her eyebrows furrowed and a quizzical look made its way on to her face. peter's eyes widened and he quickly turned his attention back to the teacher at the front, a pink colour tinting his cheeks.

finally, the bell rang and peter had let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, while peter quickly packed up his things and left the class with ned, he failed to realize that y/n was following close behind him. while he was mid-conversation with ned, he felt a hand grab att his bicep, and tugging him away from his best friend. he whipped his head around finding y/n being the person that rudely interrupted his conversation.

"what the hell?!", he whispered harshly, shaking his arm around to make the girl let go.

"shut up parker, you're the only one i can go to for this...", hearing her mutter in a warning tone made him tense, when he was pushed into the robotics club room, which was empty considering that it was lunch.

she quickly shut the door behind him and grabbed at his wrist. he tried pulling away by flinging his hands but stopped when y/n elbowed his side. giving her the opening to start his web shooter up and aim it at the door, effectively stopping anyone from coming in. she pulled him to the table farthest from the door. she unzipped her bag while peter was sending her a scowl.

"peter, you scowling at me isn't going to make me disappear you know", she rolled her eyes, a familiar body-tight suit coming into view as she pulled it out of her bag and threw it on the table.

peters scowl turned into an incredulous look, his gaze moving from the suit to the girl who was examining the suit.

"what the hell do you want me to do with this?"

"there's a tracker in it, tony put it in there when he first gave me this suit..."

"and? what does this have to do with me?"

"i need you to help me take it out..." peter frowned, and sighed dramatically, moving his hands towards the suit.

"i'd be helping a criminal", he spat, when he turned his head to look back at y/n, he only saw her frowning and staring at the ground.

grunting, he decided to play it off, "look... i can help you, i just need a laptop"

y/n nodded, her grim expression fading into a small smile, but as soon as she heard peter continue her smile turned back into a frown.

"what do you mean we need to get ned involved?!"

"he's the one with the laptop, neither of us do!"

the bickering went on until a wild question left his lips, "why don't you just trash the suit? if they find you in that they'll arrest you anyways"

"god peter, for being the smartest kid in class, you're so dense", y/n rolled her eyes, making her way back to the door and putting her hands on the doorknob.

she projected a bit of energy through her palms, burning the webs but stopping before it could melt the metal.

"what? what do you mean you're the smartest in the class..."

"huh? i haven't been to school in 2 weeks because im technically a criminal now, i'm sure you're far past me", her giggle found it's way into his ears, a small smile forming on his lips.

"oh... right" finding the silence funny, the girl snickered and twisted the door knob, only to find ned standing in front of the door with eyes as wide saucers.

“oh shit” was the only thing that left the filipino boys mouth, staring at the girl in amazement.

y/n let out an awkward laugh before pushing past ned and hiding the visible side of her face with her hand and walking down the hall.

“wait, y/n you’re criminal?!” as her back was turned to them, they weren't able to see how her face had contorted into dismay as she heard one other person refer to her as a criminal.

she quickly rushed to the asian boys side, putting her hand against his mouth, and hanging her head in shame.

“so that’s why peter hates you so much!”

lifting her head from its previous position, she look at him with a quirked brow, “what? no!”

“ned, i’m a criminal because i fought the other avengers with captain america, but nobody else knows that!”

“you’re a superhero!?” his squeals led y/n to covering his mouth yet again while Peter watched behind his bestfriend in amusement.

suddenly, the bell rings, making y/n retract her hands from ned’s mouth, her attention shifting to peter who had been unusually quiet.

“tell him about the suit” she whispered, walking past him swiftly, creating a small gust of wind.

during gym class peter had filled ned in with his newfound information on y/n’s second identity, mentioning how he needed help with her suit in removing the tracker. unfortunately, they got sidetracked, focusing more on the conversation going on between liz and her friends. hearing the commotion that and started, the h/c girl turned her head, now focused on their conversation. listening in, they had got invited to a party hosted by liz at her house, one that she was previously invited to. hearing as peter was invited solely to show off how he was friends with spiderman, the girl only found it all the more interesting.

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death of me

part one (?)

the blind pig was the bar, it might have not been the nicest, or the most popular, but that was bucky and steve’s bar.

SYNOPSIS: y/n is a up and coming singer, who just so happened to get a gig at the bar that bucky and steve always went to. as time went on, bucky was no longer interested in picking up random women at the bar, but this singer had caught his eye.

PAIRING: 40’s!bucky barnes x fem!reader ( she / they )

WARNINGS: smoking

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author’s notes: i’m thinking of making this a fanfic i have a few ideas, but do let me know if u want more of this !! - odelia

“buck, i don’t really feel like watching you flirt with every dame in the bar tonight,” steve rolled his eyes, as the two were walking on the sidewalk, on their way to their favourite bar. the blind pig.

“steve, c’mon now.. this isn’t about the dames tonight,” bucky smiled, looking down at steve, “i wanted to have a drink with you, pal!”

“and then sneak away as soon as a girl walks passed us?” steve raised both his eyebrows, unamused.

“you’re a punk,” bucky shook his head, laughing at steve.

“y’know what, i just remembered my asthma is awful tonight, so if you don’t mind-“

“c’mon steve.” bucky put a hand on steve’s shoulder and pushed him into the bar.

“hey! hands off, pal.” steve huffed, “i’ll stay.”

“great!” bucky smirked widely, getting a table for the two. it was extremely easy for bucky to get tables at places, especially when he dressed clad in his army uniform. at least there was one benefit to being sent off to die in the war, everyone respects an army man.

bucky sat down across from steve, passing a beer to his friends, “look pal, some day a nice girl is going to come along and you’ll sweep her off her feet, alright?”

“more like she’ll sweep me off my feet,” steve mumbled, talking about both his height and his weak arms.

“steve..” bucky’s face softened, but his comforting talk was interrupted by someone starting to sing along with the band that started to play. when the hell did the blind pig start hiring bands and singers? bucky turned around in his chair and looked at the singer and band.

“oh wow..” bucky’s eyes widened, his gaze fixated on the singer, who was wearing a plain old yellow dress, but was one of the most enchanting things he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“you think i’ll sweep her off their feet?” steve asked, the sarcasm in his voice making bucky turn around to face his friend.

“d’ya want the truth or me t’ lie…” bucky smiled, only teasing his friend, “i’m just kiddin’ steve, i’m sure you could.”

“she’s looking over here, buck,” steve kicked bucky’s leg.

“ouch! would you quit it with that,” bucky groaned and then turned back around to see the singer not looking at him.

“knew it, you like them,” steve chuckled, shaking his head, “well, tonight was fun, hope you get ‘em.”

“y’know for someone with barely any upper body strength, you sure know how to kick real hard,” bucky ignored what his friend had just said.

“thanks, buck.” steve laughed.

the two childhood friends sat there joking around, talking and laughing together for the next half an hour, or even more than that. their time together was always a blur and they never kept track of time, simply enjoying the other’s company. the singing had come to a stop, but the band continued to play.

“hey buck, singer’s on their break, why don’t you go and talk to them?” steve nudged his friend, a soft smirk on his face.

“what? no, steve this is our night, c’mon,” bucky laughed it off, rolling his eyes.

“she’s been eyeing you the whole night, i’ll be here the whole time, go talk to ‘em.” steve smiled.

bucky rolled his eyes once more and stood up, turning around and not seeing them now, “where-”

“outside, buck.”

“right.. okay,” bucky nodded, making his way through the couples that were dancing to the jazz music, occasionally apologising to the guys he had pushed passed. he put his hat on and walked out of the bar, the cold brooklyn air causing a shiver to crawl down his spine. bucky looked around and he spotted the person he wanted to talk to.

“hey there,” his mouth stretched into a charming smile, that always caught the ladies’ attention.

“well, hello soldier,” the singer looked up at bucky, “how can i be of service?”

bucky chuckled at her teasing, yet playful tone, “was just wondering what a pretty dame like you is doing all alone out here.”

“pretty?” she smirked at him, “taking a break from singing is what i’m doin’, soldier.”

“sergeant james buchanan barnes, you are?” he raised a curious eyebrow at them.

“y/n l/n, my pa owns this bar, i’d be careful if i were you, calling me pretty and lookin’ at me like that, sarge.” y/n chuckled at bucky.

“like what?” he feigned innocence, leaning his head closer to her’s.

“like that.” y/n smirked, grabbing his hat and placing it further down his head, covering his eyes.

he stood up straight and adjusted his hat, careful not to mess up his hair. bucky cared about his looks a little bit too much, more than he was willing to admit. y/n opened her purse and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter.

“you a smoker, sarge?” y/n had pulled out their cigarettes and offered one to him.

“oh, no ma’am,” he shook his head politely, “a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be smoking those.”

“a pretty thing like me has more important things to worry about, james,” y/n put the cigarette between their lipstick covered lips and started to spark their lighter. once it was lit, they took a deep inhale and after a few seconds exhaled the smoke.

“please, james is what my ma would call me when i was in trouble, everyone calls me bucky, doll.” bucky leaned on the brick wall of the bar, observing the lady in front of him.

“well, i’m not like everyone, james.” y/n tapped her index finger on the cigarette, tapping the excess ash away.

“hm, is that so?” he tilted his head, “how about i take you out sometime? i’d love to see how different you are, darlin’.”

“you’re going to have to try a lot harder than that to get a date with me, james,” y/n smirked, throwing the cigarette to the ground and tapping it out with their stiletto shoes.

“doll, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“that’s a shame, would love to keep a puppy-eyed punk like you around for a while,” y/n laughed softly and then walked around bucky, entering back into the bar.

the whole night, bucky couldn’t help but admire y/n, the way they looked, the way they held themselves, the passion in their eyes while they sung. y/n was just such a beguiling woman and bucky couldn’t take his eyes off them. just one more look! is what bucky told himself every time he turned to look at her, but after a few minutes his body turned to look at them.

“you look like a lovesick puppy, buck.” steve laughed, taking a sip of his beer.

“you’re such a punk,” bucky rolled his eyes, turning back to face him, “i am not lovesick, i’m admiring a musician at work, i like music.”

“name five composers from history.” steve shot him an unamused expression.

“uhh… okay, wait I’ve had a little bit to drink, but i know this, okay… there’s beethoven, chopin, shakespeare, schubert and… bizet! bam, told you! i’m a music lover.”

“bucky, you said shakespeare,” steve frowned.

“yeah so?”

“he was a playwright, dumbass,” steve shook his head, “music lover, yeah right.”

“same thing, they are all artists.”

“just ask them out, buck.” steve rolled his eyes, “i can tell you want to.”

“i already did.” bucky looked down at his beer.

“you did? what’d they say?” steve raised an eyebrow.

“no.”

“wait, really?” steve burst out into a boisterous laugh, “sergeant james buchanan bucky barnes, the womaniser, the ladies man, the man himself, got rejected by the woman he magically fell in love with at first sight!”

“i’m not in love, steve.”

“i can’t believe this! this- this is hilarious! this is history!” steve laughed, not seeing bucky swipe his beer across the table away from steve, “the bucky barnes… rejected. who would’ve thought!”

“i was there steve, don’t need to be reminded…” bucky stared at his laughing friend, unimpressed.

“sorry! sorry, i’m fine now! i’m fine! just shocked s’all.”

“trust me, i am too pal.”

“that ego of yours must be hurting right about now,” steve smirked, stifling another laugh.

“that’s enough, punk.”

“sorry, sorry, so… how’re you going to win her over?” steve asked, knowing his friend would never give up courting a person he seemed to be so infatuated with.

“easy, buy her flowers, come by around noon or so, sweet talk ‘em and take ‘em for a bite to eat,” bucky smirked.

“you sure that’ll work?”

“where’d your optimism go, punk? need some of that right about now,” bucky chuckled.

“oh, look they’re on a break again, you gonna talk to ‘em again?” steve pointed.

“steve, don’t point. it’s rude.” bucky lowered his friend’s hand.

“sorry, alcohol makes me forget about manners,” steve smiled sheepishly.

“i’ll see you in a minute, pal, i’ll be right back, don’t do anything stupid!” bucky got up from his seat and brushed off the dirt on his uniform.

“how can i? you’re takin’ all the stupid with you,” steve laughed.

“watch it..” bucky narrowed his eyes, but the two knew his threat was empty and that he was only joking.

bucky made his way through the crowd of people yet again and slipped out the bar to see the same yellow dress that had caught his eyes in the first place, “hello again, doll.”

“well hello, james,” y/n smiled at him, “to what do i owe the pleasure again?”

“pleasures all mine, darlin’, just thought you’d need someone to keep watch,” he smiled back, making a lame excuse, “y’know, don’t want a dame like you to get hurt, or anythin’.”

“you sure are a charmer, barnes.”

“barnes? last name basis now?” he leaned on the wall again for the second time that night, “or are you just testing out how the name sounds, y’know for the future.”

“smooth, real smooth, james.” y/n laughed at the man.

“usually i hate it when people call me james, but it sounds nice when you say it, doll,” he smirked, “i can make an exception for you.”

“i don’t need exceptions, i can do and will do what i please,” y/n shrugged and then inhaled from their cigarette, “so, james, what are your intentions? not often a man will ditch his friend twice to talk to me.”

“i told you earlier, ma’am, i’d like to take you out for dinner some time, but you some flowers, treat you right,” bucky grinned.

“hmm, i don’t recall the last two,” y/n teased, “maybe i can make some time… let’s say wednesday… noon.”

“really?”

“you seem surprised?” y/n turned to face him with a raised eyebrow.

“i wasn’t entirely expecting a yes, but you said it, can’t take it back now,” bucky joked.

“pick me up from here, don’t be late, james,” y/n stepped closer to bucky, taking his hat off his head and messing up his hair, “and quit it with putting too much hair gel on.”

“yes, ma’am.”

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nothings gonna hurt you baby

↳ bucky barnes x avenger!reader (established relationship)

warnings: heart wrenching fluff, written by a cig after sex fan, reader has a big bruise :( (not proofread)

It was fairly deep into the night but the compound’s windows were not blocked by its cream-coloured curtains. Even so, the facility was dark as the windows did nothing to bring light into the building. The only light illuminating the kitchen had been the range hood, and it was an old light bulb desperately in need of a replacement. You could tell due to the flickering and dimness of the worn-out bulb. Your thighs rested against the cold marble of the kitchen counter, the lower half of your legs dangling off of the edge. All was quiet, you couldn't ask for it any other way. Though, it had been the first night back into the living quarters of the compound, having spent the last few days in the medbay.

It had been described as an easy mission, one solely meant to gather intel. Get in, get the goods, get out. Unfortunately, things had not gone to plan. While Sam was distracted by trying to transfer all of the data into the USB, a broad man came out from the door you had not covered, reaching for your friend. As you attempted to fight him off, his rather large hand wrapped around your neck, depriving you of air. Thankfully, Sam and Bucky had helped you out of that situation. While you refused any medical attention brushing it off as fine, the two insisted (Your boyfriend more than Sam) as the raspiness of your voice said otherwise. That was how you ended up spending at least half of the week in the medbay, doctors constantly checking in on you.

That was what got you to now; the doctors had recommended having something hot to soothe the aching in your throat, but it hurt far too much to swallow. Sighing, you set the cup down, your body relaxing and your head falling back, hitting the cupboards. Little did you know, a super-soldier was also up, and when he heard the quiet ‘bang’ created when your head hit the cupboards, he decided to check up on you. Hearing the fabric of his shorts brushing against itself as he made his way into the kitchen, you let your eyes meet his. A soft smile graced you lips in greeting, watching as his eyes quickly shifted to look at the steaming mug filled with lemon ginger tea and back to you.

“What are you doing up?”, he smiled, moving to stand in between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs that rested on the kitchen marble.

“They said tea helps with a sore throat”, your voice came out gross and raspy, making your face contort into dismay.

Hearing Bucky’s laugh had made your face relax back into a sheepish smile, your hand reaching to scratch the back of your neck. Unfortunately, your hand hit the wide purple bruise taking up your neck, making you wince. The jolt of pain made you force your eyes shut, a grimace painted across your face. Bucky could only frown at your discomfort, his hand moving up to cup your face. It had managed to soothe you back to relaxation, your eyes fluttering back open and your lips now parted.

“I’m guessing it still hurts”, his tone had been laced with concern, one which made your heart flutter.

You only nodded in confirmation, missing the warmth of his palm against your cheek as he retracted it. His body heat had become more radiant as he moved closer to you, his hands moving to grasp your upper arms. You gasped when you felt his lips connect with your neck, over and over again. Every soft kiss was carefully placed on a different part of the bruise, but it hadn’t triggered any pain. Feeling his lips continue to litter your bruised neck with pecks, you let your forehead rest on his shoulder.

Everything you sensed was Bucky, in that moment it was just him. You could smell the faint scent of his cologne that had worn off as the day had come and gone, you saw how he had been smiling into each and every kiss from the corner of your eye, you were touching the supple fabric of his shirt and you could hear his soft, stable breath. When he finally pulled away from your neck, his hands moved to your waist and your hair. His fingers dragging through the strands, and the other rested comfortingly against your waist.

“Is the tea helping?”

“I only had one sip because it hurts to do anything”

“I’m sorry baby...”

Lifting your head from his shoulder, you give him a loving smile before picking the cup up again. You lift it to your lips, watching as his eyes followed. Taking a sip, you swallow the warm liquid. Seeing as your face contorted into a grimace, he moved his hands to your back, rubbing small circles to ease the pain.

“Man, I really wish I had your quick healing”, your small joke had earned a musical chuckle from Bucky, the sound of his melodical laugh had made the pain ease into nothing in an instant.

“Don’t worry doll, take your time, I'll be right by your side.”

“Till the edge of the Earth?”

“Till the edge of the Earth.”

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nothings gonna hurt you baby

↳ bucky barnes x avenger!reader (established relationship)

warnings: heart wrenching fluff, written by a cig after sex fan, reader has a big bruise :( (not proofread)

It was fairly deep into the night but the compound’s windows were not blocked by its cream-coloured curtains. Even so, the facility was dark as the windows did nothing to bring light into the building. The only light illuminating the kitchen had been the range hood, and it was an old light bulb desperately in need of a replacement. You could tell due to the flickering and dimness of the worn-out bulb. Your thighs rested against the cold marble of the kitchen counter, the lower half of your legs dangling off of the edge. All was quiet, you couldn't ask for it any other way. Though, it had been the first night back into the living quarters of the compound, having spent the last few days in the medbay.

It had been described as an easy mission, one solely meant to gather intel. Get in, get the goods, get out. Unfortunately, things had not gone to plan. While Sam was distracted by trying to transfer all of the data into the USB, a broad man came out from the door you had not covered, reaching for your friend. As you attempted to fight him off, his rather large hand wrapped around your neck, depriving you of air. Thankfully, Sam and Bucky had helped you out of that situation. While you refused any medical attention brushing it off as fine, the two insisted (Your boyfriend more than Sam) as the raspiness of your voice said otherwise. That was how you ended up spending at least half of the week in the medbay, doctors constantly checking in on you.

That was what got you to now; the doctors had recommended having something hot to soothe the aching in your throat, but it hurt far too much to swallow. Sighing, you set the cup down, your body relaxing and your head falling back, hitting the cupboards. Little did you know, a super-soldier was also up, and when he heard the quiet ‘bang’ created when your head hit the cupboards, he decided to check up on you. Hearing the fabric of his shorts brushing against itself as he made his way into the kitchen, you let your eyes meet his. A soft smile graced you lips in greeting, watching as his eyes quickly shifted to look at the steaming mug filled with lemon ginger tea and back to you.

“What are you doing up?”, he smiled, moving to stand in between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs that rested on the kitchen marble.

“They said tea helps with a sore throat”, your voice came out gross and raspy, making your face contort into dismay.

Hearing Bucky’s laugh had made your face relax back into a sheepish smile, your hand reaching to scratch the back of your neck. Unfortunately, your hand hit the wide purple bruise taking up your neck, making you wince. The jolt of pain made you force your eyes shut, a grimace painted across your face. Bucky could only frown at your discomfort, his hand moving up to cup your face. It had managed to soothe you back to relaxation, your eyes fluttering back open and your lips now parted.

“I’m guessing it still hurts”, his tone had been laced with concern, one which made your heart flutter.

You only nodded in confirmation, missing the warmth of his palm against your cheek as he retracted it. His body heat had become more radiant as he moved closer to you, his hands moving to grasp your upper arms. You gasped when you felt his lips connect with your neck, over and over again. Every soft kiss was carefully placed on a different part of the bruise, but it hadn’t triggered any pain. Feeling his lips continue to litter your bruised neck with pecks, you let your forehead rest on his shoulder.

Everything you sensed was Bucky, in that moment it was just him. You could smell the faint scent of his cologne that had worn off as the day had come and gone, you saw how he had been smiling into each and every kiss from the corner of your eye, you were touching the supple fabric of his shirt and you could hear his soft, stable breath. When he finally pulled away from your neck, his hands moved to your waist and your hair. His fingers dragging through the strands, and the other rested comfortingly against your waist.

“Is the tea helping?”

“I only had one sip because it hurts to do anything”

“I’m sorry baby...”

Lifting your head from his shoulder, you give him a loving smile before picking the cup up again. You lift it to your lips, watching as his eyes followed. Taking a sip, you swallow the warm liquid. Seeing as your face contorted into a grimace, he moved his hands to your back, rubbing small circles to ease the pain.

“Man, I really wish I had your quick healing”, your small joke had earned a musical chuckle from Bucky, the sound of his melodical laugh had made the pain ease into nothing in an instant.

“Don’t worry doll, take your time, I'll be right by your side.”

“Till the edge of the Earth?”

“Till the edge of the Earth.”

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If you’re still taking requests, can there be a Druig x reader where he compliments her at any given chance? And the Eternals tease him for going soft for her?

warning for mention of blood. besides that, enjoy!

word count: 406

At first, all the compliments Druig threw your away over the seemingly smallest things ("you have a nice laugh," "I like the way you did your hair today") made you suspicious. Was he teasing you in some super underhanded way, and you just didn't get it? It wasn't like him to be so kind for no reason.

It wasn't until you saw the reactions of the other Eternals that you were sure he was being for real. You had just gotten back from slaying another wave of Deviants, all of you exhausted and covered in blood. Druig had been singing your praises the whole way back, and it was all you could do to smile at him modestly. You weren't used to so much flattery being directed towards you all at once.

"And the way you sliced through that Deviant like it was made of paper," he continued to ramble. You had never seen him so enthusiastic about something before. He was usually one to sulk in the corner while everyone else took turns boasting about their parts in the day's battle. "I've never seen anything like it. It's one for the history books, for sure. The local people will be telling legends about you soon enough."

"Give it a rest, Druig." Sprite rolled her eyes. "I think she can tell you're into her without you kissing her ass every five seconds."

His face went blank. "What?"

"Aw, look at that," Kingo cooed. "Druig's gone soft for her!"

Druig's hands curled into fists at his sides. "I have not gone soft!"

"Don't be ashamed, Druig." Gilgamesh clapped a hand on his back. "We're happy you have a little crush on her. We've been hoping someone would make you more bearable to be around."

Sprite pursed her lips. "I don't know. I can't tell if he was more annoying when he was full of himself or now that he's a lovesick fool."

Druig shrugged Gilgamesh's hand off of him. "Can you all shut up?" he snapped, his face bright red. "I may not be able to control your minds, but I'm still not afraid to take you on."

You looped your arm through his before that could happen. "Well, I happen to think that it's sweet." You rose on the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

When you pulled away, you saw that his face was red for an entirely different reason.

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ISTG EVERYTIME I HAVE A FIC IDEA N I IMAGINE WHO ITS W MY STOMACH JUST 🦋🦋🦋🦋

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me when i see no fics with the reader being a superhero too:

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taglist: @inu1gf @marvelhasmyheart235

thanks for the adventure

↳ tfatws!bucky barnes x gn!reader

warnings: slight angst, canon level violence, injury, not proofread

ever since the battle at the ruins of the avengers facility, you felt as if you had no place in the world. you hated your power, and moreover you hated yourself for having that power. everyone you ever loved was gone because of it, and you refused to fight because you had nothing left to fight for. after fighting to get everyone back, you were one of the only people who hadn’t received closure. after having watched your best friend die on that god forbidden planet just for an orange rock, not even a funeral, or a text from clint for comfort after it all happened. of course, you couldn’t blame him, you were sure he wanted to forget about the sight of her dead body at the bottom of the trench just as much as he did.

so, you locked yourself in. with the avengers compound being destroyed, you had to find another home, so you decided to settle in a small apartment brooklyn. it was quiet, you appreciated how nobody bothered you. it was until a loud series of knocks echoed through your small home. cautiously walking towards the door, you took a peek through the peephole, only to find a few old friends.

whipping open the door, you come face to face with them, a quizzical look on your face while theirs stayed serious.

“how did you find me?” your voice was breathy and confused.

“let’s talk about that later, can we come in?” sam tried letting himself in while you could tell bucky’s stone faced expression softened at the sight of you.

you quickly swung the door forward, stopping them from coming in, your head still visible in the crack between the door and its frame.

“why are you here?” this time, the two could tell your voice was panicked.

“we need your help, and you’re the only one we could turn to”, sam’s stern voice sounded and bucky watched as you visibly tensed.

“you do know the only reason i’m here is to stop fighting and get away from the fight”

“look, i know that the last time you fought nobody acknowledged that you lost…”

“but please, you’re the strongest out of the three of us, we won’t be able to do it without you”

“hey!” bucky’s voice butted in jokingly offended by the reassuring comment sam had just made.

you couldn’t help the laugh that erupted through your body at the small joke, “oh what the hell, it’s bot like i have anything left to lose”

your gaze met theirs, only to find that bucky was frowning, giving him a small smile of reassurance, you followed them to their car. it wasn’t all a lie, of course you had bucky; hell ever since you met him, you always had a funny feeling in your chest, the only factor was that you didnt have him.

after it all; meeting john, breaking zemo out of prison, the death of lemar, and going with sam to stay in louisiana along with bucky, you were finally back in new york. it was the day of the vote, you and bucky were off fighting karli’s followers. bucky was pushed at least 30 feet below you, while you were stuck trying to stop john from killing karli. using your powers to limit his ability to move was deemed effective, until he used his super strength to throw his shield at you, putting you in the same position that bucky was in a few minutes ago, except, you hadn’t fallen yet. bucky caught sight of you hanging off the ledge as he was fighting a ravenette, his eyes widening seeing you put all your efforts into crawling back up.

bucky put all of his strength into the last punch, effectively sending the ravenette flying a few feet away from him, his mind now focused on you, you couldn’t activate your powers now, you’re hands were still trying to climb up. it was until you heard the sounds of tires screeching against the asphalt, one of the trucks filled with the hostages coming straight at you. you let your right hand stay gripping on the metal bar while you used the other to create energy to push the truck back before it fell 30 or more feet down. unfortunately, your efforts were not enough, the truck was coming at too fast of a speed that you weren’t able to stop it in time. you tried making the energy stronger, but it was too late, the truck had ridden over the cliff. thankfully, the metal scaffolding had stopped their fall, but the force of the sudden stop had broken the bar you were hanging on to, making you fall.

you yelp in pain at the impact, but time it so that you grab for another bar about a foot down from where you previously were. with the bleeding and sore knuckles on your right hand, you grasp onto the semi-stable thin metal bar. your left was creating energy that pushed the car slightly upwards, to prevent it from falling foreward.

“y/n!”, bucky’s voice filled your ears amongst all the chaos around you and you turned your head to meet eye contact with him.

he was far below you, but he looked fine. you gave him a pitiful smile, hoping he knew where you were going with this. you had heard the creaking above you, and you took that as a sign that it was john who was trying to pull the van back up. until the blue coloured energy faltered, the creak was now in front of you, the bar unstable at the weight of your whole body and the weight of the car above. thoughts had bounced off the walls of your brain, knowing that this may be what leads to your unfortunate demise.

taking a shaky breath, you spoke into your coms, “thanks for the adventure!”

turning your head back to bucky, you saw how his eyebrows furrowed and the panic overwhelming his irises.

“y/n, don’t do whatever the hell you think you’re doing-“

“this was really fun”, with a toothy smile, feeling the bar give out from its position, your hand slipping from the shift.activating the energy in both your palms one last time, you pushing the truck upwards so john could fully pull it back up.

your world had turned slow motion, your ears blocking put the loud sound of bucky’s cries. you felt your self free fall, but your eyes widening at the sight of john falling with you. having no time to look back at how close you were till you hit the ground, you activated the energy again, pushing your hands forward to at least push them so that they are supported by a bar. before you could process what’s happening, a pair of arms comes wrapping around your frame, one palm supporting your head while the other was wrapped around your waist. before your sight was covered by a black jacket, you saw sam’s bright suit pushing the truck up to safety. because of the impact between you and your saviour, you gasped. your gasp sent a familiar scent up your nostrils.

bucky.

as the two of you rolled from the momentum of bucky jumping towards your falling body to save you, your back hit a bar, making you groan in pain and your vision blur. hearing shuffling beside you, two hands made its way to your shoulders.

“wake up! c’mon y/n, wake up!”

opening your eyes which were previously shut tight, the man in front of you was blurry. your breaths were shallow, and you felt yourself gasping for air- having it knocked out when bucky had rammed into you.

when you finally caught your breath, you spoke up softly, “b-bucky?”

“oh my god”, he quickly came in to pull you into an embrace, his arms wrapped gently around your back.

suddenly, a ton of gas had errupted around you letting karli escape.

“can you stand?” instead of answering his question, you pull yourself up, only to stumble. bucky quickly wrapped your arm around his neck, and his metal arm held you waist, supporting you.

“they went that way”, sam piped up, pointing to the direction.

all of you ran towards the direction karli went to escape, you trying to ignore the pain that came with trying to not fall behind. bucky didn’t fail to notice your quiet winces and gave you a pitiful smile.

“i’m sorry, i should’ve left you there to get treated” but you only shook your head in response.

you, bucky, and john went a different way from sam, running around the building to catch the flag smashers before their escape. bucky handed you his phone, letting you tell them when they were going to arrive.

just as the group arrived, john spoke up, “mercy bears richer fruits than strict justice.”

“great app”, bucky says, pointing at the phone in your hands.

watching as the group get arrested, bucky decided to make a snarky remark, “lincoln? really?”

“great man, great quote”

“not when you say it”

processing the conversation that just went down, you turned your head to john and gave him a look, “sorry, did you say great man? you really need a history lesson”

bucky couldn’t help the chuckle that forced its way up his throat after seeing john’s face. as soon as you were out of john’s sight, bucky swept his arms under your legs and picking you up.

in response, your squeal filled his ears, “bucky!”

he rushed over to sharon, asking for bandages and bonding tape. pushing you back so you’re leaning against the car, he quickly starts fixing you up.

“my therapist said it’s good to have connections y’know…”

“are you saying that i need to stop locking myself in my house?” you joked, a smile erupting on your face watching as his lips upturned as well.

“no, no, that came out wrong… i meant that i would really like to keep in touch”

“me too…”

“w-would you like to go to dinner with me once you’re fully healed?”

“how about you come over to my house to watch movies and eat pizza so we don’t have to wait till i fully heal” a teasing smile replaced the big smile on your lips.

“sure, but we better still have that dinner”

“of course.”

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thanks for the adventure

↳ tfatws!bucky barnes x gn!reader

warnings: slight angst, canon level violence, injury, not proofread

ever since the battle at the ruins of the avengers facility, you felt as if you had no place in the world. you hated your power, and moreover you hated yourself for having that power. everyone you ever loved was gone because of it, and you refused to fight because you had nothing left to fight for. after fighting to get everyone back, you were one of the only people who hadn’t received closure. after having watched your best friend die on that god forbidden planet just for an orange rock, not even a funeral, or a text from clint for comfort after it all happened. of course, you couldn’t blame him, you were sure he wanted to forget about the sight of her dead body at the bottom of the trench just as much as he did.

so, you locked yourself in. with the avengers compound being destroyed, you had to find another home, so you decided to settle in a small apartment brooklyn. it was quiet, you appreciated how nobody bothered you. it was until a loud series of knocks echoed through your small home. cautiously walking towards the door, you took a peek through the peephole, only to find a few old friends.

whipping open the door, you come face to face with them, a quizzical look on your face while theirs stayed serious.

“how did you find me?” your voice was breathy and confused.

“let’s talk about that later, can we come in?” sam tried letting himself in while you could tell bucky’s stone faced expression softened at the sight of you.

you quickly swung the door forward, stopping them from coming in, your head still visible in the crack between the door and its frame.

“why are you here?” this time, the two could tell your voice was panicked.

“we need your help, and you’re the only one we could turn to”, sam’s stern voice sounded and bucky watched as you visibly tensed.

“you do know the only reason i’m here is to stop fighting and get away from the fight”

“look, i know that the last time you fought nobody acknowledged that you lost…”

“but please, you’re the strongest out of the three of us, we won’t be able to do it without you”

“hey!” bucky’s voice butted in jokingly offended by the reassuring comment sam had just made.

you couldn’t help the laugh that erupted through your body at the small joke, “oh what the hell, it’s bot like i have anything left to lose”

your gaze met theirs, only to find that bucky was frowning, giving him a small smile of reassurance, you followed them to their car. it wasn’t all a lie, of course you had bucky; hell ever since you met him, you always had a funny feeling in your chest, the only factor was that you didnt have him.

after it all; meeting john, breaking zemo out of prison, the death of lemar, and going with sam to stay in louisiana along with bucky, you were finally back in new york. it was the day of the vote, you and bucky were off fighting karli’s followers. bucky was pushed at least 30 feet below you, while you were stuck trying to stop john from killing karli. using your powers to limit his ability to move was deemed effective, until he used his super strength to throw his shield at you, putting you in the same position that bucky was in a few minutes ago, except, you hadn’t fallen yet. bucky caught sight of you hanging off the ledge as he was fighting a ravenette, his eyes widening seeing you put all your efforts into crawling back up.

bucky put all of his strength into the last punch, effectively sending the ravenette flying a few feet away from him, his mind now focused on you, you couldn’t activate your powers now, you’re hands were still trying to climb up. it was until you heard the sounds of tires screeching against the asphalt, one of the trucks filled with the hostages coming straight at you. you let your right hand stay gripping on the metal bar while you used the other to create energy to push the truck back before it fell 30 or more feet down. unfortunately, your efforts were not enough, the truck was coming at too fast of a speed that you weren’t able to stop it in time. you tried making the energy stronger, but it was too late, the truck had ridden over the cliff. thankfully, the metal scaffolding had stopped their fall, but the force of the sudden stop had broken the bar you were hanging on to, making you fall.

you yelp in pain at the impact, but time it so that you grab for another bar about a foot down from where you previously were. with the bleeding and sore knuckles on your right hand, you grasp onto the semi-stable thin metal bar. your left was creating energy that pushed the car slightly upwards, to prevent it from falling foreward.

“y/n!”, bucky’s voice filled your ears amongst all the chaos around you and you turned your head to meet eye contact with him.

he was far below you, but he looked fine. you gave him a pitiful smile, hoping he knew where you were going with this. you had heard the creaking above you, and you took that as a sign that it was john who was trying to pull the van back up. until the blue coloured energy faltered, the creak was now in front of you, the bar unstable at the weight of your whole body and the weight of the car above. thoughts had bounced off the walls of your brain, knowing that this may be what leads to your unfortunate demise.

taking a shaky breath, you spoke into your coms, “thanks for the adventure!”

turning your head back to bucky, you saw how his eyebrows furrowed and the panic overwhelming his irises.

“y/n, don’t do whatever the hell you think you’re doing-“

“this was really fun”, with a toothy smile, feeling the bar give out from its position, your hand slipping from the shift.activating the energy in both your palms one last time, you pushing the truck upwards so john could fully pull it back up.

your world had turned slow motion, your ears blocking put the loud sound of bucky’s cries. you felt your self free fall, but your eyes widening at the sight of john falling with you. having no time to look back at how close you were till you hit the ground, you activated the energy again, pushing your hands forward to at least push them so that they are supported by a bar. before you could process what’s happening, a pair of arms comes wrapping around your frame, one palm supporting your head while the other was wrapped around your waist. before your sight was covered by a black jacket, you saw sam’s bright suit pushing the truck up to safety. because of the impact between you and your saviour, you gasped. your gasp sent a familiar scent up your nostrils.

bucky.

as the two of you rolled from the momentum of bucky jumping towards your falling body to save you, your back hit a bar, making you groan in pain and your vision blur. hearing shuffling beside you, two hands made its way to your shoulders.

“wake up! c’mon y/n, wake up!”

opening your eyes which were previously shut tight, the man in front of you was blurry. your breaths were shallow, and you felt yourself gasping for air- having it knocked out when bucky had rammed into you.

when you finally caught your breath, you spoke up softly, “b-bucky?”

“oh my god”, he quickly came in to pull you into an embrace, his arms wrapped gently around your back.

suddenly, a ton of gas had errupted around you letting karli escape.

“can you stand?” instead of answering his question, you pull yourself up, only to stumble. bucky quickly wrapped your arm around his neck, and his metal arm held you waist, supporting you.

“they went that way”, sam piped up, pointing to the direction.

all of you ran towards the direction karli went to escape, you trying to ignore the pain that came with trying to not fall behind. bucky didn’t fail to notice your quiet winces and gave you a pitiful smile.

“i’m sorry, i should’ve left you there to get treated” but you only shook your head in response.

you, bucky, and john went a different way from sam, running around the building to catch the flag smashers before their escape. bucky handed you his phone, letting you tell them when they were going to arrive.

just as the group arrived, john spoke up, “mercy bears richer fruits than strict justice.”

“great app”, bucky says, pointing at the phone in your hands.

watching as the group get arrested, bucky decided to make a snarky remark, “lincoln? really?”

“great man, great quote”

“not when you say it”

processing the conversation that just went down, you turned your head to john and gave him a look, “sorry, did you say great man? you really need a history lesson”

bucky couldn’t help the chuckle that forced its way up his throat after seeing john’s face. as soon as you were out of john’s sight, bucky swept his arms under your legs and picking you up.

in response, your squeal filled his ears, “bucky!”

he rushed over to sharon, asking for bandages and bonding tape. pushing you back so you’re leaning against the car, he quickly starts fixing you up.

“my therapist said it’s good to have connections y’know…”

“are you saying that i need to stop locking myself in my house?” you joked, a smile erupting on your face watching as his lips upturned as well.

“no, no, that came out wrong… i meant that i would really like to keep in touch”

“me too…”

“w-would you like to go to dinner with me once you’re fully healed?”

“how about you come over to my house to watch movies and eat pizza so we don’t have to wait till i fully heal” a teasing smile replaced the big smile on your lips.

“sure, but we better still have that dinner”

“of course.”

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shy

bucky had never been the type to be shy. reserved, aloof? yes, but shy? that wasn’t him at all.

SYNOPSIS: bucky was sick and tired of acting like a lovesick puppy around them. it was embarrassing the more people had pointed it out, so he decided to face his fears and man up.

PAIRING: bucky barnes x gn!reader ( they / them )

REQUESTED BY: @hailhydra920

author’s notes: i’m going to try my best to get the rest of the requests done, not sure how long it will take but i will try my best!! accidentally posted this way too early so i am so sorry for that!! - odelia :’)

“c’mon man..” sam whined, sat right next to bucky, “we all know that you’re smitten with them, so just ask them out, man.”

bucky turned his attention from y/n leaving the room to sam and scrunched his face up, “i am not.”

sam scoffed, “oh yeah? so why do i see heart eyes form every time they get your attention, which is always by the way.”

“i am not smitten, nor do i like them in that way,” bucky rolled his eyes. sam swore that if bucky kept rolling his eyes like that, one day they just won’t come back down.

“buck, this is getting embarrassing, the quicker you admit it, the less sad this gets,” sam put a hand on bucky’s shoulder, “hey man, i’m only joking around, you should really ask them out, while you have the chance.”

“what?”

“i mean, they’re cute and all, i might ask them out, you never know,” sam shrugged, a smirk stretching across his face.

“i know what you’re doing sam,” bucky rolled his eyes, “it’s not going to work.”

“maybe i’ll do it right now.”

“you’re not romantic at all,” bucky grimaced, “when you ask someone out, you need flowers, everyone knows this.”

“yeah maybe in the stone ages!” sam sassed.

“the stone stone age?” bucky scoffed in disbelief, “i’m from the 40’s, i knew the nazis, not the dinosaurs.”

“you’re changing the topic.”

“i am not.”

“yes, you are.”

“whatever,” bucky groaned, folding his arms over his chest.

“just go up to them and ask them out, it’s not that hard,” sam sighed, “you’re always so shy around them, as funny as it is to watch.. c’mon man.”

“you can’t just walk up to someone and ask them out, that’s not how that works, you have to do it slowly - buy them flowers, or a drink and then ask after a bit.”

“you’re so old fashioned oh my god…” sam rolled his eyes.

“it’s not old fashioned, it’s being romantic.”

“okay, go out buy flowers, right now,” sam shrugged.

“no.”

“i can hold your hand the whole time so you don’t get embarrassed,” sam teased, knowing the only way to get bucky to do something is to challenge him, or make fun of him.

“shut up, i don’t want to hold your sweaty ass hands.”

“you know what, i think i’ll go ask them out now, if you don’t like them like that,” sam smirked, standing up. bucky immediately stood up and walked out the room, muttering under his breath in frustration.

“i’ll get them damn flowers, birdbrain.”

bucky’s grip on the flowers was tight, his nerves and doubts starting to get to him as he entered the compound. his jaw was clenched tight with his signature frown and furrowed brows. if anyone looked at him, they’d assume nothing was wrong, mainly because he always looked like that. nothing was abnormal about him except for the bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“you got this man!” sam smiled, patting bucky’s shoulder as he walked passed him.

“thanks.” bucky mumbled. he knew during this time of the day y/n spent their time in the gym, sometimes they’d go there just to get some silence to read, or draw. so that was were he would go.

as soon as he reached the gym door, he looked through the glass and saw them sitting down, their sketchbook on their lap. bucky smiled softly, before immediately remembering that he was there to ask them out, “this is stupid i’m going to leave.”

y/n looked up and saw bucky at the door, “hi james, you can come in if you want to work out! i’m just about done.”

caught.

bucky cursed under his breath and walked into the gym and stared at y/n, not being able to open his mouth to ask the questions.

“how are you, james?” y/n smiled at him.

“bucky.”

“oh, that’s right, i’m sorry,” y/n laughed nervously, “oh, nice flowers, you got a date?”

“uh..” his gaze dropped down to the flowers in his hand, “well, i’m hoping so..”

“they’re nice, you picked nice ones,” y/n smiled genuinely at him, “although the meaning of them is … odd.”

“what?” bucky’s eyebrows furrowed together, showing his confusion.

“yellow roses,” y/n started, “that represents friendship.”

bucky stayed silent, just staring into their eyes.

“you planning on friend-zoning someone?” y/n joked.

“no, but i have a feeling that might be what happens to me..” bucky looks back at the flowers.

“you got this, don’t be so shy, they will love them!” y/n encouraged.

“do you like them?” he spoke quietly, his demeanour getting more and more meek as the time passed.

“they’re wonderful!”

bucky didn’t say anything and just handed them to y/n, making them raise a confused eyebrow at him.

“they are for you.” he stated bluntly.

“oh?” y/n questioned, “really?”

“well.. that depends on,” he paused trying to not back out, “if you’re free tomorrow night?”

“are you asking me out?” y/n tilted their head, still somewhat confused.

“y’know this was a bad idea, enjoy the flowers..” bucky started to walk away, getting too flustered about the situation, but obviously not showing that in the best way.

“i thought you hated me,” y/n laughed softly, “but i am free tomorrow night.”

bucky turned on his heel and stared at them with the most confused expression his face could muster, “hated you? how could i hate you?”

“well.. you’d always stare at me with that look on your face, y’know the.. the face,” y/n did a bad imitation of his normal, grumpy face, “now i’m thinking that might just be your face.”

“it is.”

“it’s cute,” y/n smiled.

“oh.”

“don’t get shy on me bucky, can i have a hug at least?” y/n teased, standing up from their seat and walking over to him.

“uh, yeah, yeah sure.” bucky could not believe what was happening. y/n wrapped their arms around his waist and pulled him close. his body tensed up, before relaxing and returning the hug.

“thank you for the flowers,” y/n chuckled, “sort of old fashioned, but it’s cute.”

“god, that’s what sam said.. not the cute part.”

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