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michealseis · 7 days ago
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BREAD. OMIGOSH🥖🥖🥖
you have NO idea how long I’ve been craving bread on this island…. om nom nom…
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LOOK, THE PORK AND BERRIES WERE NICE FOR A WHILE AND ALL, BUT A GOOD LOAF OF BREAD WITH A PINCH OF BUTTER ON TOP??? ABSOLUTE HEAVEN SENT. MEAL OF THE GODS!!!!!
I’M EATING GOOD TONIGHT😁
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superhero--imagines · 4 years ago
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* Sorry guys but this mans been living in my head rent free
* So the first time you see Satoru it’s with those black specs he likes to wear and you get a glance at those GORGEOUS eyes
* He meets your eyes for a second before looking away, it’s the briefest of interactions
* But your heart is racing and you can feel the familiar heat of attraction starting to lap at your face
* ‘He looks just like a prince’ you think
* You find out pretty fast the ‘prince’ similarities stop at appearance
* “Ah it’s not my fault you’re so weak~” You hear him say with the princely smile as he teases Utahime
* It looks like he’s held something so high she can’t reach it
* “Try your best, if you drink plenty of milk I’m sure you’ll be tall enough one day~” he says before laughing with that same princely face
* “You shouldn’t pick on those that are weaker than you” Geto intervenes, somehow making the entire situation worse
* You watch as Gojo laughs
* You’re starting to think he might be the real curse you need to exorcise
* You continue watching him as Utahime tries to kick him in the crotch
* “You silly girl, did you forget there’s an infinity between us?” Cue Gojo’s “A-hahahahaha” laugh
* Yeah, he’s definitely a demon
* You keep your distance, Gojo’s beautiful and all, but you’re not dumb, you’ve heard about the Satoru clan.
* “Hey Geto-Kun, who do you think would win in a fight me or a lion?”
* Besides that guy is way too reckless, you’d rather not get all mixed up in that if you can help it
* You watch as Satoru takes his shirt off, his well defined chest glistening
* Still, you’re grateful for the show
* Little do you know the famous Gojo Satoru has taken note of you as well
* Naturally given his ability he notices everyone, but he especially takes note of you
* It’s not because you stand out, quite the opposite
* You blend into the background easily, supporting others when needed
* But not to the degree where you unable to defend yourself, or you’re sacrificing your own life for someone else
* He grins
* Looks like he found something interesting
* You’re at the vending machine eyes racking over the drink selection
* But there’s another thirst quenching sight right next to you, their hand resting on the vending machine, that princely smile aimed right at you-
* “So what do you say?” Satoru asks, and you start to wonder if that princely smile seems just a bit wolfish “Do you want to be my lover?”
* You’re kind of annoyed
* What an impetuous question, you can count on one hand how many times you’ve spoken to each other, and you only need both hands to count the words said in each of those encounters
* “No”
* You turn your attention back to your drink choices, it’s pleasant weather so you don’t want anything hot.
* Anything carbonated is out of the-
* Gojo moves closer, peering into your face with that grin
* Ugh does he have to stand so close
* “Why ‘no’? I know you think I’m attractive”
* “I also think you’re a womanizer with a god complex”
* And really why shouldn’t he be?
* He’s probably the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life, not to add the sheer power he contains in that body of his
* But just as he has the right to be a womanizer with a god complex, you have the right not to take part in that narrative
* He backs away, leaning back against the wall
* So he’s not going to deny it
* Well, at least he’s somewhat self aware
* Those clear blue eyes catch yours again, and you have to fight against every human instinct from showing any human reaction
* You turn back to the vending machine making your selection when a smile lilts onto his mouth
* “Friends then”
* “Just colleagues” you reply, grabbing your drink
* But as you walk by you push a canned beverage into his chest.
* It’s a can of green tea
* It’s his favorite drink
* He looks to you seeing a bottle glinting in your hand
* So you didn’t sacrifice your own thirst, but you also didn’t ignore his needs
* He feels that same wolffish grin curl onto his mouth
* “What an entertaining person”
* After that if you’re anywhere within a 50 feet radius of him he’ll go out of his way to get your attention
* “Oh wow, looking especially radiant this morning (Y/N/N)” he’ll say with a playful seductive wink
* When you don’t respond he tries annoying you instead
* “Ah you can’t reach that? Here let me-” and then he’ll proceed to hold it even further out of your reach
* He’s expecting you to jump up and down, or at least give some sort of response but you just walk away
* Well that wasn’t what he expected
* He feels that grin spread across his face again
* Very interesting
* His attraction to you is pretty shallow
* He’s interested you because you’re entertaining
* And you’re entertaining because you aren’t interested
* Which only makes him that much more interested in you
* Its a paradox
* You watch him flounder around, annoying Utahime for a giggle
* Well it doesn’t matter anyway, you know how he is, he’ll get bored soon enough and lose all interest in you
* He’s not the strongest {f*ckboy} for nothing
* You see him turn to meet your gaze, offering a boyish smile and a wink
* You make sure not to give any reaction, turning to listen to something Shoko is telling you
* You hope he can’t sense the twinge of heat you feel on your face
* You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find the attention a little flattering
* I think for the most part you’re right, Satoru is mostly playing around-
* At least at first.
* You’re just something new and fun no one knows about, and wildly entertaining since you never respond the way he thinks you will
* You’re kind, but not at the expense of yourself, and he likes that
* Besides you’ve got this quite sort of consideration for others-
* It’s not flashy, it’s so subtle most people hardly notice
* It’s in the way you bring an extra snack for Utahime when she’s running herself ragged training
* “They were having a two for one special”
* Or the way you’ll get your teacher a plushie you saw at a shop at the station because you know he needs more
* “I just thought it was cute, but I haven’t got any room for another one”
* You’re quiet, someone who hears things and she’s things, but never says anything about them
* A wallflower
* But you’re not weak
* There’s something about those two things put together in the same person that entertains him to no end. Like a paradox or a puzzle he can’t seem to solve no matter how hard he tries
* Satoru’s had at least a hundred lovers, and a great many of them had provided him with their own brand of kindness and consideration
* But he’s never felt something as warm as when he see’s a lunch box in his dorm after he hobbles back from a mission that lasted a little longer than expected
* He peers at the note attached, it’s not even signed but he knows it’s from you
* “I know you think you’re god or whatever, but even gods have to eat”
* He doesn’t know why, but he’s overcome with the urge to cry
* He gulps hard- it’s not like this a lunch you made by hand or anything, it’s just something from the convenience store
* And it’s not like this note is particularly affectionate or special either, he’s gotten entire love letters from his previous lovers
* So he’s not sure why he saves your note, placing it behind a picture frame where only he’ll know it is , or why he thinks that convenience store lunchbox is the most delicious thing he’s ever had
* Even though he knows he cares about you, and that he’s grown quite fond of you -
* I don’t think it clicks for him
* And part of that is because well, he’s Gojo Satoru
* He collects lovers like some people collect photographs or memories
* They serve their purpose, and he lets himself be entertained by pretending all the feelings are real, and then he moves on to the next one
* It’s just what he’s used to
* And this whole paradox you two have going on could go on for a few years until something finally shifts
* He went a little too far with one his half-flirting-half-tormenting pranks
* And for the first time you give him a reaction, it’s only for a second, but annoyance and anger mar you face
* And then just like that, it’s gone and you turn and walk off in the other direction
* Sh*t.
* He went too far didn’t he?
* It should be fine right? You’re not too mad at him right? You’ll get over it-
* Right?
* But for the next few days you don’t speak to him, and you don’t make eye contact
* It bothers him more than it should
* Normally he would be annoyed that his toy would have the gall to blatantly ignore him like this-
* But this is different than that.
* He’s-
* He’s feeling regret
* He shouldn’t have acted that way to you, maybe if he had just done something differently, or said something differently-
* It’s not like the way things were between you two was ideal or anything,
* But at least then you would at least speak to him
* ... and every once in while he would get to see you smile
* It’s never at him, it’s mostly when you’re with Shoko or Utahime
* Occasionally when you’re with Nanami or Geto, who you’ve been talking to more recently
* He’s pretty sure you three are talking about him, just one day away from forming a “down with Gojo Satoru” club
* Still that smile when you laugh-
* The way you look so carefree and young and so full of life is worth all the slander in the world to him
* He needs to see that smile, to know something that wholesome and kind exists somewhere in this cruel world
* Satoru’s thinking about how to go about apologizing to you
* He’s caught between buying you a Lamborghini or buying you a special grade tool when he ends up running into you
* “Ah, could you help me with something?”
* He would quite literally give you the clothes on his back right now if you asked
* You stand up on a a chair holding a glass of water
* “Apparently this is supposed to help with concentration or something” You say pressing the glass full of water to the ceiling
* “Can you hold this broom?” You ask and Satoru nods, holding the broom handle steady as you make sure it’s pushed against the glass holding it steady
* You nod approvingly down at him
* The rest happens pretty fast, you’re off the chair, carrying it away
* “The broom is actually a special grade tool, so cursed energy won’t work on it”
* You grin
* “Have fun figuring how to get out of that Baka Prince!” You say with a laugh
* And Satoru is dumbfounded
* But not because you just pranked him into a holding up a glass of water with a broom
* But because as you were rushing away, you showed him your teasing grin
* It’s the first time you smiled at him
* And as he looks up at the glass of water, a smile slowly spreads across his face
* It’s not the wolffish smile he usually has when he’s around you, or the princely smile he uses when he’s trying to get something
* It’s a genuine smile
* Ah, so that’s it
* He’s fallen in love with you
* If you’re not the one entertaining him, then he’s just not interested
* Ah geez
* He was so focused on trying to get you to fall in love with him that he really didn’t see this coming
* Well he’ll have to start being serious about pursuing you now-
* Though for you to pull off something like this on him tells him you’re his ideal match without a doubt
* A wallflower with a mischievous streak, he likes that.
* He scratches his head with his free hand
* “I wonder how I’m supposed to get out of this?” He muses looking up at the glass full of water
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woahitslucyylu · 4 years ago
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GIF credit to @honeymourns. 
Author’s Note: Today was draining. I needed a break. It’s fluff. It’s mediocre at best, but meh, it’s sweet and I fully believe in a redeemed!Erik. Also, note that the Baby Mama installments are in no particular order. 
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Erik’s fingers pressed the buttons of the controller with rapid fire as his eyes darted across the screen. “Aye, cover me! Bitch ass! You see me here! Run it again. Damn.” He leaned back into the couch, grabbing a pre-rolled blunt from the ashtray - lighting it as the screen loaded a new match. 
His phone vibrated in his lap - the bright screen calling the attention of Amber, the week’s favorite flavor, who rolled her eyes at the sight of Baby Mama written on the screen, complete with heart emojis. The audible kiss of her teeth Erik chose to ignore and instead, focused on your message. 
Baby Mama 
Are you busy?
Erik inhaled the blunt as his character dropped onto the Battle Royale screen. “Watch my back this time.” His voice gruff in the mic as he multi-tasked his preoccupations. Ashing the blunt, he swiped an answer to you - prioritizing attention to your virtual self over Amber’s physical presence.  Amber scooted closer, tucking her knees under as she leaned into his thick frame. Erik tossed her a sideways glance - he overlooked a lot of dumb shit, but he wasn’t dumb. Seeing your name brought her closer - using physical touch as a guise to be in his business. 
He shrugged her off - ashing the blunt once more as his screen brightened with your response. Amber could do little to curb her reaction - another kiss of her teeth and exaggerated shrug was too much to ignore. 
“Bitch, get off me.” Erik mused - shifting his body, jostling her against the plush cushions. 
“You call me a bitch, but you textin’ another girl while I’m right here!” Her voice raising as she gestured to his phone. 
Erik closed his eyes - focusing on the inhale-exhale pattern of his breath - as he snuffed the blunt in the ashtray. He weighed his options as if there was a real choice to make and smiled smugly as he unlocked his phone and read your message. 
Baby Mama 
I need to meet with my professor. I forgot he had office hours today. Can I drop the babies off? I can bring dinner too. My treat. (: 
His smile was worth a million dollars as he read your request and typed his answer rapidly. 
“Look at you - smiling at a dumbass text when my ass is sitting right here. You ain’t shit.” Amber mumbled as she retreated to the opposite end of the couch. 
“A dumbass text? Bitch, this is the mother of my kids and I don’t care who I am with - she gets a reply anytime for anything.” His words were dipped in venom as he stood - cleaning up the weed tray and lighting the candle on the coffee table to cover the smell of the California loud. 
“It’s time you showed yourself out anyways.” Erik gestured towards the door as he made his way through the living room - cleaning as he went. 
“But, you said we could chill? I thought I could…” Amber’s whine was cut short as Erik turned and laughed at her unspoken thought. 
“You thought you could meet my kids? Get the fuck out. I don’t bring random pussy around my children or their mother. You not even worthy of meeting the homies. The fuck you think I was going to let you meet my kids?” Erik’s villainous laugh was chilling and shredded any thought that Amber had that she might be more than a warm pussy. 
Erik’s wide steps brought him to the door as he held her purse in his hand, “Now, like I said, get the fuck out.” He gestured to the empty hallway as Amber scoffed in embarrassment. “Lose my number. You ain’t even worth a spot on the rotation.” His final directive was ice cold as the door shut in her face. 
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“Come on, EJ.” Your hand was extended as his tiny hand wrapped around your fingers. “Do you want to press the button for daddy’s house?” You gestured towards the glowing buttons as you shifted the weight of Elisha on your hips. 
“Yes!” He shouted as his chubby finger mashed the button. A chorus of dings echoed as the elevator opened to the waiting family. 
Your eyes met hers and you could see the flicker of annoyance as she studied your trio. You smiled sweetly - her face revealed her true feelings as she sauntered towards you. 
“So, you’re her?” She mumbled, her arms crossed at her chest. 
You laughed. This scene had played out many times in the lobby of Erik’s high-rise apartment and you stopped acknowledging the presence of random females - your energy was more precious these days. You shook your head as EJ led you to the elevator, eagerly awaiting the trip to his dad’s house. 
You herded EJ in the elevator and waved - the doors closing on another nameless face. 
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heloisedaphnebrightmore · 5 years ago
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L&L - Chapter 15. Aftermath [Alec Lightwood x Reader]
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Title: Love and Leather - Chapter 15. Aftermath ➔ Chapter 16. Here! Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Female!Reader Published: 23 June, 2020 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Love and Leather Masterlist | Masterlists
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You left the guys behind, after your loss against Alec, but you couldn't completely leave just yet. You walked to the left side of the door and sat down on the floor, next to its frame. You wanted to go to your room and just hide for a bit. You definitely weren't fine. But you felt like a damn good actress. You weren't sure how you were able to hide how hurt you were in reality. But you seemed to have done just fine, because Jace didn't suspect a thing. Or so you thought until you heard Jace's voice coming out of the training room. "You know you hurt her, right?" Jace said to Alec almost whispering. But you heard it just fine.
"Why? I didn't hit her that hard." He replied in confusion and you wanted to facepalm yourself. Was he really that dumb when it came to people?
"You idiot." Jace scolded him. "I meant her feelings. She really does like you and even if she shows it in a weird way, she just wanted your attention."
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"Jace, I don't have time for things like girls and love and relationships. They are such a waste of energy." He explained, frustration clearly showing in his voice.
"I am the most powerful, when I know that Clary is with me. It's not a waste of energy. It's a power boost. And you should give it a try before you lose her. She will not like you forever." You were grateful for Jace's words, but you knew Alec too well. They were empty words for him.
"Well, then she will move on and she will be happy with someone who can give her the attention she needs." You could hear Alec's voice as if it was coming from farther and farther. It wasn't because you have moved or because he has changed place, simply it was hurting so much, that you rather started closing them out.
"No, she doesn't need it. She deserves it. You are just blind to see it." He sighed. "But I know one thing. I know you very well. There's a reason why you are my parabatai. And you will realise what you have lost. And when that time comes, I will be next to you, you will be able to rely on me, but you will be hurting damn bad." You gently smiled at Jace's words and decided to just leave them be. You eavesdropped enough and as bad as you were feeling at that moment, Jace made you feel slightly better even without him knowing.
As you arrived to your room, you closed it behind yourself as soon as you could. You slid down the frame and started thinking. You weren't really sure what to do or what to say anymore. You got used to teasing him so much, that it became a daily task. Now that you have promised him not to do it anymore, it just felt strange. It was kind of like a connection between the two of you and by stopping, you felt like losing a part of you. Which felt strange.
You decided to take a shower and cool yourself down. You let the water run while throwing your cloths in the laundry basket. You put some scented bath-bombs into the water and sat inside it. It smelled like you were in a field, covered in all kinds of flowers. It made you relax and that is just what you needed. You wanted to enjoy more of your self-healing, but someone thought otherwise. Loud knocking sound was coming from your bathroom door, which made you feel a bit uneasy. You didn't feel comfortable being in your Eve-costume while another person was standing on the other side of the door. You never even walked around naked in your room, even if the door was locked.
"Yes?" You tried to get information on your invader.
"When are you coming out?" Your heard your parabatai's voice.
"Seriously, you should just move into my room. You are coming and going like it's yours." You chuckled. You didn't see it, but you knew she was rolling her eyes. Which made you remember Alec. You shook your head and tried to get rid of the unwanted thoughts.
"Very funny, Y/N. Now, please. When are you coming out?" You could hear her feet thumping on the floor, annoyed.
"Give me 5 minutes and I am all ready for your service." You laughed out loud.
"I'm counting." She said strictly, but you knew she was smiling.
When you got out of the water, you realised your hands were already wrinkled even though you haven't even been in the water for that long. Or so you thought. When you looked at the watch on your phone's screen, you realised how late it was already. You took your purple towel off the rail and started drying yourself off. You didn't bother dressing up, it was only Iz after all. You just put on your black silk bathrobe and entered your bedroom.
"How may I help, your majesty?" You chuckled, but she just rolled her eyes in response, while trying to hide the smile creeping up on her lips.
"I heard what happened." She sat down on the chair next to your table. You very well knew what she meant. "Jace told me everything." You didn't respond or react in any way. "Alec is so stupid." She said and this time you laughed. You didn't laugh out of happiness. You laughed because you found the situation comical.
"I am fine Iz. I will get over it. It's not like I haven't had worst things in my life." You replied but you were indeed in a bad place.
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"And you expect me to believe that, how exactly?" She asked raising an eyebrow suspiciously. "Don't forget that I am your parabatai. Sometimes, in some cases, I know you better than you know yourself." She was so right. You knew yourself, but sometimes you had the feeling she knew what you wanted to say or do before it even formed in you head as a thought.  
"Can't argue with that." You replied simply.
"So how do you expect me to believe that you are fine?" She questioned you.
"Okay, to be completely honest with you, I do feel down. But my life doesn't revolve around Alec and my feelings. There are more important things out there. Yes, I might feel like a bulldozer ran over me, but I will be fine, eventually. I don't really have a choice." You explained and this time she believed you. She knew when you were being truthful.
"Just let me know if it's too hard. I don't want to see you upset." She sighed. You walked over to her and gave her a hug. It was very rare from you to show affection, but this time it just felt right. She happily returned the hug and comfortingly started patting your back.
"Thank you." You said gratefully.
Notes: If you enjoyed it, don’t forget to like the chapter. Thank you :)
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thosekidswhohuntmonsters · 6 years ago
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But That’s Just Life
Summary: Bucky has always hated missions, but he hates them more when (y/n) isn’t there with him. In an attempt to cheer Bucky up, the reader does something much more
Word Count: 4200
Authors note: Tony as the readers best friend? Sam calling Bucky on his bullshit? Christmas Bucky fluff? What more could you ask for! 
***if you reblog/comment on my pics there’s now a 110% chance I’d die for you***
   Bucky had been so excited to see your name pop up on his screen that he nearly tackled Sam in an attempt to get to the laptop. It was like a beacon of light in their otherwise dull motel room. They had all been on this mission for the past three weeks, and Bucky was missing you more than he’d anticipated.
“Hey doll it’s-”, he began to laugh uncontrollably. He was always surprised at your ability to make him smile when he wanted nothing more than to cry. Missions were hard enough, but they were even harder when you had someone back home waiting for you.
Mirroring his grin you teased, “Like my antlers? I grew them myself..guess I’m part groot huh?”. Knowing that it would make him laugh you bought some fake Christmas antlers from the holiday store and wore them for the call.
It was cheesy, but it worked. Both you and Bucky hated being away from each other, especially if one of you was off on a mission while the other was just home doing press work or something. It was torture.
Letting out a sigh he leaned closer to the camera, “I love them (y/n)”. He would’ve made some flirty joke, but he missed you too much. Bucky just smiled and enjoyed the look of pure joy across your face.
“No teasing comments? You’ve gone soft Barnes”.
Of course you were only joking, you could see it in his eyes that he was tired and worn out. You were just happy that your teasing kept that smile on his face. Being away from Bucky was hard, he was your rock.
No one had expected, and truthfully you hadn’t either, but you and Bucky had become inseparable. If you were to thank anyone for it, and you’d hate to give him the satisfaction, it would be Tony. He was the one who had originally assigned you to Bucky.
“Hey kiddo, I think I found the Batman to your Robin”. Tony had that classic -you’re gonna hate this and I’m gonna love it- smirk all over his face. You were instantly skeptical of what he was about to tell you.
Still you were curious, “You mean the Robin to my Batman”. Tony rolled his eyes, but on the inside he was proud that his sense of humor was rubbing off on you. The smirk never left his face, “More accurately, the Barnes to your Nobles’”.
“My whats?”.
Was Tony being serious? He wanted to partner you up with Bucky? The only person Bucky showed slight interest in was Steve, and that had taken like a billion years of friendship. This wouldn’t work.
“Ooh I’m sure he’d enjoy those too, but I was thinking that first he could just be your partner”.
And then Tony saw your classic -I’m going to kick your ass if you continue- face. He reeled things back in, “Come on (y/n) you need a partner! All suggestive comments aside, I really think that Barnes would be a good fit for you”.
You let out a sigh, he was serious. Tony put down his mug of coffee giving you his full attention. Tony sighed himself, “Just give it a chance kid”. Tony just had a feeling in his gut that you and Bucky would be good for eachother, he couldn’t explain it.
“Alright Iron Giant I’ll do it, but only if you finally build that Clone Turbo Tank from Star Wars, or whatever it’s called, with Peter”.
Tony rolled his eyes in protest, but when he thought you weren’t looking he smiled. He grabbed his coffee mug again, “I’ll do it, but don’t be surprised if you wake up with a few legos in your shoes”.
“Wow what an evil genius” you scoffed under your breath.  With a smirk he let your little comment slide, besides he was already picturing the look on your face as you admitted that you were wrong.
Bucky laughed softly to himself, “I figured we’d keep things pg, don’t wanna soil Steve’s virgin ears”. Steve didn’t need to be in frame for you to know that his cheeks were a deep crimson red.
You hummed in agreement, “Nice call, but looks like I can’t give you the rest of your present now”. As he watched you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively he began to laugh. Sam was somewhere in the room, but you heard him whistle knowingly.
Bucky slowed dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, a dead give away. He tried to cover it up by laughing, but you could already read him like a book. Bucky turned his head toward Steve, “You just had to insist that we all share one hotel room huh?”.
Suddenly Steve came into frame, “It’s less inconspicuous and we’re stronger together than divided”. Before Steve decided to go off on some tangent about unity and proper mission protocol Bucky put his hands up defensively.
“Just miss my best girl is all...even despite her cheesy jokes” he said as he pointed at your antlers. Steve patted Bucky’s shoulder, glad to see his friend so clearly in love. You weren’t done teasing yet, “Shame you don’t get to unwrap your present though”.
You heard footsteps and soon enough Sam came into frame. He motioned to Steve, “Let’s give the damn man some alone time because if I here any more of this mushy gushy shit-”. Sam didn’t have to even finish his sentence, Steve was already headed toward the door.
Before it closed completely Sam yelled out, “You’re welcome”. Sam pretended to be this moody lil punk when in reality he always had his friends best interest in mind. He out of all people was the one who had changed Bucky’s mind about training with you in the first place.
“You’re telling me the big bad assassin is afraid to train with a girl?”. In response Bucky began to eat his cereal more aggressively. He knew he couldn’t have this conversation with Sam because Sam would call him on his bullshit.
Still Sam was persistent, “I know I always tell you you’re a fool but I never knew you were an actual dumbass. Every time she’s in a room your eyes are glued to her, now you have a chance to train with her and you’re scared? Dumb-ass”.
Bucky was looking around for something to throw at Sam, and wondered how bad it would be if he threw his bowl of cereal. It was basically all grain and that's kinda like birdseed right? He’d just be feeding the birds..violently.
“You’re so in your own damn head about it that you don’t even notice she stares back”.
That made Bucky pick his head up, Sam had gotten his attention. Sam had the biggest grin across his face, he knew he’d just won this. He crossed his arms over his chest, “Oh so now you’re listening huh? Good to know you’re not both deaf and dumb”.
Bucky gripped his spoon a little tighter, “You know I can kill you with any object in this room, including the spoon I’m holding?”. Sam wasn’t phazed, he knew that threats meant he was getting through.
He grinned, “If you kill me you’re never gonna find out what she thinks about you”. Sighing Bucky loosened his grip on the spoon, and walking toward Sam he placed both his bowl and spoon in the sink.
Bucky still wasn’t in the mood, “I’m listening, but not for long”. He wanted to wipe that smug look off Sam’s face, even though Steve had told him that Sam was the sassiest with the ones he cared about most.
“Well let’s just say that I overheard Parker yelling at (y/n) for having a crush on someone that could kill her with a toothpick...and before you start picturing (y/n) and Nat...he also mentioned a metal arm”.
Sam had expected Bucky to smile, hell to even laugh at his little joke, but he looked sadder than ever. Bucky shook his head, “That’s the point Sam, I’m not the only one who thinks I’m wrong for (y/n)”.
Bucky had it all wrong, Peter hadn’t been genuinely yelling it was just playful arguing. Peter’s tone of voice hadn’t been disapproval, it was a mixture between excitement and shock, but Bucky’s insecurities had forced him to make up his mind.
“Barnes don’t start with that. You didn’t hear Parker, he was just teasing (y/n)! Plus if I thought you were so awful why the hell would I want to fix you up with (y/n)? Wouldn’t I wanna save her ass from you!”.
Bucky shook his head, his self doubt had already settled in, but Sam knew how to fix things. Sam brought out the big guns, “It wasn’t Steve who asked (y/n) if she would train with you, it was Tony”.
Bucky was insanely confused, as far as he was concerned Tony was far from forgiving him. Slowly he turned to Sam, somewhat convinced that he hadn’t heard things correctly. Sam nodded his head.
“Right? Tony wants you and (y/n) to work together. Now (y/n) is like a daughter to him, so if even Tony wants you around her than that means something. There’s no way you can argue your way out of this one Barnes”.
Bucky felt his mind racing a mile a minute, that meant everything. He knew that Tony had every right to hate him, but still he trusted him to be around (y/n)? Letting out a sigh he shut off the voice in his head and decided to listen to Sam.
“Okay...I’ll train with (y/n). But I don’t want you-”. Bucky didn’t even need to finish his sentence, Sam knew this was more than enough. Placing up a hand Sam nodded his head and left the room.
Even though Bucky was all better now, Sam had worked with people who had PTSD and he knew that it made making new relationships insanely hard. The conversation that he had just had with Bucky was a milestone in their friendship, and Sam had no intention of pushing things.
You smiled, “You really have come a far way with Sam haven’t you?”. Bucky nodded his head, it was insane to think about how different things used to be between them both. Still he didn’t really want to think about Sam right now, “Do you really have a present for me?”.
“Maybe...but first you have to tell me if everything's okay”. It was clear that Bucky was especially worn out, and you wanted to know why. He started to play with his hair, and that was another giveaway.
You tilted your head to the side, “James you know how much I love you, all of you, and there is nothing that you could tell me that would change my mind”. Somehow Bucky laughed, he was supposed to be the expert of body language but here you were reading all his tells.
He began, “It’s just..I hate missions and I’d rather be home”. You nodded your head, you’d already known that. Every time Bucky went on a mission the both of you dreaded it, that wasn’t new.
“But this one kinda proved to me what I want..and I want you...I just wanna be with you. I don’t want this life anymore (y/n) I don’t want to risk losing you and your cheesy jokes and how you can always make me laugh no matter what. You’re my best girl.”.
You didn’t know what to say. He wanted to give up this life? What would that mean for you both? For the past couple of years all you both had known was training, debriefings, and missions.
Bucky smiled, “I want to live with you in our own apartment, and the both of us can have normal lives. Hell, I don’t care if I have to be a fry cook or something like that...I’m just tired of finishing wars I didn’t start...and I think you feel the same”.
Initially you were speechless, but suddenly something in your head clicked and it awoke something buried deep within your heart. You realized that you had always wanted this, but you’d tucked it away in the deepest back corner of yourself.
“You’re willing to give up all of this for me James?”.
Once again Bucky smiled, he didn’t even have to think things over. Bucky was sure of what he wanted, “In a heartbeat (y/n)”. As he told you the truth it felt like a weight had been lifted off of his chest.
Back in the day Bucky had been a romantic, but then he’d lost everything, and that included his will to live. For a long time he had believed that life had lost all it’s meaning, but that all changed from your first training session.
“Am I gonna find out that your arm can turn into a knife or something today?”.
It was a lame joke, not your best work by any means, but you needed to lighten the mood somehow. From the second Bucky walked into the training room he looked all pent up, and you had felt like he was just dreading training with you.
He quickly smiled, “Uh no-”. In his mind he was cursing himself, what kinda answer was that? After a moment of awkward silence he added, “Shuri had jokes about turning me into Inspector Gadget though”.
He let out a sigh as he watched you smile, he was getting somewhere. He could read your body language and you looked insanely nervous. Bucky tried to push away the thought that you might be afraid of him.
You began to stretch, “So is your training style more like Steve or-”. Bucky instantly began to laugh, he trained nothing like Steve. He started to loosen up his body too, “Don’t worry I’m not about to make you run drills”.
“Oh thank god” you confessed. Training with Steve was intense, the man really took it seriously. You started to smirk, “Training with Wade is my favorite, you know sometimes for shits and giggles Nega or I will purposely cut off-”.
You stopped your sentence, you were about to sound like a complete and utter psychopath. Trying to recover you said, “Uh..yeah training with Wade is the complete opposite of training with Steve”.
Bucky smiled, it was adorable to watch you get all flustered like that. He clapped his hands, “Well there ain’t nothing like training with me doll”. The second the words left his lips he cursed himself.
He was afraid that with one single “doll” he’d given himself away. It was like his life had flashed before his eyes. He’d only ever called Nat doll, but not in the way he’d just meant it with you.
You watched in awe as the assassin blushed, you couldn’t believe you could have that effect on him. Earlier today you’d doubted that he’d even register your presence, and now you were making him blush?
You felt a sudden surge of confidence, “I’m bettin on it, princess”. To your surprise you even added a wink, god Tony would be so proud. The student had now become the teacher so to speak.
Bucky started to smirk, “If you wanna call me anything, besides that, call me James”. It was crazy, but he felt all his nerves beginning to melt away. No one called him James, but for some reason he had the desire to hear it leave your lips.
“So James, are you going to stand there all day lookin pretty or are you going to train me?”.
He had to resist the urge to tell you that he had an entire list of things he wanted to do you, and with you. Although most of them were dirty, he found his mind wandering to more romantic places as well.
As much as he desired you, he also felt his heart long for you. You’d awaken something inside of him that he had believed had long laid dormant; his desire for a future.
Flirting with you was so effortless, and exciting. He couldn’t remember the last time he was excited to talk with someone, to tease them. Suddenly he felt hooked on you.
For a long time Bucky had stopped thinking about tomorrow, but as he looked at the smirk across your face and the look in your eyes, he started to dream about the next 50 tomorrows he could have with you.
Bucky smiled and strode toward you, “Hmm I was thinkin I could do both doll”. That time the pet name left his lips confidently, and he watched your eyes light up as it did. He could feel it in the air that this was the start of something, and it was intoxicating.
You smiled, “The let’s do it James, let’s make this mission the last one”. His heart nearly leapt from his chest. Bucky started to smile like a complete idiot, all his prior exhaustion leaving his body completely.
“Alright doll, then it’s a plan. You and me versus the world”.
You liked the sound of that, and you loved how happy he looked while saying it. Deep down you knew that you and Bucky would never truly be alone, but that's not what either of you wanted.
The both of you loved your friends, they were your family, you just didn’t want the responsibility of the world on your shoulders. For once you wanted to just be (y/n) (y/l/n), and James Buchanan Barnes.
  Not members of the Avengers, not superheros, just (y/n) and James. Two humans who loved each other and wanted to live happily ever after, nothing more than that.
Thinking it over you wanted to laugh; Tony would never let either of you live in some dingy Brooklyn apartment, he’d set you up somewhere nice. Sam would probably come by each week with homemade meals, and Steve...well Steve would have his own honorary guest bedroom.
The motel door began to open slowly, “Please tell me y’all are clothed...the arms dealer left a message on Steve’s burner so we gotta roll”. After speaking Sam entered the room, his hands covering his eyes.
You and Bucky exchanged looks, the both of you wondering whether or not to play a joke on Sam. Maybe you would’ve, but your minds were already off planning your future together.
Bucky began to dream about lazy sunday mornings, you entering the kitchen wearing only his flannel. Your bedroom hair, the way your eyes would look as the early light hit them, and how the morning was the only time your voice was ever a delicate whisper.
God, with each thought he felt his heart beat faster. He couldn’t remember the last time he was ever excited about something yet to come. For once, teasing Sam was the last of his concerns.
You answered for you both, “We’re all set Sam, give us a moment to say goodbye?”. Slowly he separated his fingers and peered out from the spaces inbetween. Part of him was a little saddened to see that neither of you had jumped at the opportunity to tease him, until he saw your faces.
The both of you looked like puppies..or members of the brady bunch..or like you were high...you looked like whatever insanely happy people looked like. He watched as you were both glued to the screen, as if nothing else existed.
It was the first time he had ever seen Bucky smile from ear to ear in the past three weeks. Bucky looked as though every shred of anxiety and tiredness had left his body.
Sam smiled, so that’s what it’s like to be in love huh? Just talking to someone can make all your pain go away. With a single phone call you’d awoken the assassin from his three week slump.
“Sure thing (y/n), always nice to hear your voice”. Not wanting to break the trance Sam left the room. He couldn’t help but feel happier himself, it was a beautiful thing to see Bucky so full of life.
You leaned closer to the screen, “Alright James, stay safe okay? I plan on living with that pretty face, so don’t go reckin it”. Bucky’s laughter filled the room, his happiness just radiating off of him.
He didn’t know what he loved more; when you teased him like this, or when you said his real name out loud. Bucky never wanted to hang up, but he knew that the sooner he did the sooner he’d be coming home to you.
“Sure thing princess, I can’t wait to come home to you”.
After another round of ‘I love you’s’ the call ended. Slowly Bucky closed the computer, the lighting of the room shifting as he did so. He let out a sigh as he took in the room one last time.
This would be the last dingy motel room, the last time he’d have to spend three weeks in a dark and sadly silent place. After this he’d be with you, basking in your light and the beautiful sound of your laugh.
He smiled to himself. How did he get so lucky? Who had decided that he deserved all this? Bucky had hurt so many people, not by choice, but still he’d done it. But still..still… the world had forgiven him.
For a long time Bucky had been forced to view people in terms of what can be gained through them. If killing them would complete his mission, if torturing them would get him his information, if reading their body language could provide him with hints.
But now that was over. Now people had become more than just people, they had become friends and family. Steve never gave up on him, Sam sassed his way into his heart, hell even Tony had forgiven him.
As he thought things over he began to laugh softly to himself. Somehow, he had made it through. James Buchanan Barnes had beaten all the odds and gotten the life he always had dreamed of.
Most importantly of all, he had you. He had you. With a new surge of contentedness he got up from his seat and made his way toward the door. This was his last mission and then he was coming home to his best girl, and together they’d leave this madness behind and just be happy.
“So you and Barnes are flying the coop huh? Was it the wifi? I told Pepper we should upgrade...Or the fact that Bruce has seven Phd’s and still leaves the coffee grounds in the disposal”.
As you heard Tony’s voice you jumped back in your seat. Turning around you saw him leaning against your doorframe, a strange look on his face. You felt sorry, “Tony it’s-”. He didn’t even let you finish your sentence.
He let out a sigh before starting to smile, “It’s love”. The both of you held each others glance, thinking about what you both would be willinging to do in the name of love. Tony of all people knew how surprisingly powerful love could be.
No matter how much you think you don’t deserve it, once love creeps it’s way into your life it’s as powerful as fifty arc reactors, or a hundred mjolnirs.
Awaking from his daze he said, “I know Barnes spent like ten years undercover, but don’t for a second think you’re living in some dingy Brooklyn apartment”. You parted your lips to speak but he beat you to it.
“Nope- it’s decided. Stark Industries has had their eyes on a couple properties in the upper east side, a lot of people say it’s the new Brooklyn”.
It was a complete and utter lie, but that was Tony’s magic. He never got mushy. Tony showed his feelings in other ways, like lying and saying that he’d already been planning to buy a house ‘for’ Stark Industries.
Like you’d guessed, he was never going to let you and Bucky pay for your own house. You nodded your head, “Love you Tony”. For a moment Tony had an eternal struggle. He refrained from showing his feelings, but this was different.
For once he didn’t deflect with a sarcastic comment or lame joke. He looked into your eyes, “Love you too kiddo”. The both of you stayed silent for a moment, telepathically telling the other all the mushy-gushy feelings engulfing your hearts.
With a wink Tony left your room, he had some real estate hunting to do. If two years ago someone told him he’d be looking into an apartment for Bucky Barnes, and the closest thing he had to a best-friend -you-, he would’ve bet his entire fortune against the odds.
But here he was about to go spend the next couple of hours looking for the perfect place for you and Barnes to start your lives together. That was the beauty of life though, sometimes you forgive the ones you never thought you could, and despite everything that's happened you’ve grown enough to have a heart filled with hope.
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