#credit to xbuchananbarnes

[happypopcornprincess]

The Hating Game Masterlist

Pictures 1, 3, and 4 are from interest, and picture 2 is from @parkjammys

This fic is completed. Headcanons, Drabbles, and Requests on this fic are open! :)

Pairings - Joaquín Torres x Aviator!Reader (Enemies To Lovers)

Premise – The infamous rivalry between you and Joaquin Torres is well known on the base. He hates you and you hate him. After unlikely circumstances, you realize hating someone is disturbingly similar to falling in love with them

Warnings: Major Spoilers for The Hating Game Novel. (btw read the book it is too good <3) Strong and suggestive language.

A/N - Credits to Sally Throne for the original story of The Hating Game that inspired this fic. Some scenes will be exclusively from the novel, others I will spin my way. I do not own anything, this is my interpretation of the novel with MCU characters. And I really hope you like it and let me know how you did by replying to the stories. any and all requests are welcome and you can submit them in the asks. Enjoy, and have a great day <3

Part One "The only thing Joaquin feels for me is pure hatred and repulsion. So do I" "Do you?" She says.

Part Two “Where are we going?” he asked you, halting halfway through the exit. “What? Don’t you trust me, Lieutenant Torres?”

Part Three "Joaquin! You jump from your seat, unable to keep it in any longer. He stops in his tracks. “Will you please talk to me? How long are we going to pretend that-"  “You should focus on the test right now,” he cuts off your sentence, without turning back, “we will talk later.”

Headcannons/Requests/Drabbles

The Starting Over Game requested by @fluffyprettykitty It's time to start over after everything that has happened you will soon realize it was the beginning of an amazing relationship.

How would everyone react to Y/N and Joaquin dating? requested anonymously

Feel free to request anything.

Taglist

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[kaiswritingcorner]

His Little Cafe

Idk it was 2 am and I was determined to write for Bucky. I’m sorry I know it’s bad but it’s here so like whatever right?

Length: 1.8k

Warnings: It’s like angsty but with a good end

You were just the normal barista at the corner cafe that a certain someone just so happened to frequent. His constant visits and shy, yet charming smile were just that of a regular customer at your job. So you went about your day like it were any other.

Except today wouldnt feel like any other. No, today would be the day you broke your own heart. See, he would never know but you had developed a sort of high school crush on the man with the metal arm. You thought nothing of it, chalked it up to his charming looks and kind personality. You didn’t think seeming him with a girl who could pass from a goddess of Asgard would do much to you, and yet you found it hard to force that same smile of yours. Found it difficult to put up your usual happy tone and sweet personality. Seeing him with someone clung to his arm felt like a million tiny needles found their way into your chest and slowly and painfully lodged into the fragile pieces of your heart.

You hoped he didn’t take notice, hoped he would be too preoccupied with the eye candy on his arm to notice you rush to the back of the cafe as soon as he got his order. But he did.

It was soon after that that you’d had dreaded his visits, dreaded the conversations he might try to have. You were scared of the pain that seeing him again would cause your fragile heart and shattered mind. How foolish it was to think he would give you the time of day.

What felt like weeks passed and his visits had become much less frequent, his face plastered all over magazines and entertainment news. He and his new girlfriend were everywhere. Something you didn’t mind, as they were much easier to ignore than a person. But you knew your luck would run out, he would come in again and try talking to his ‘favorite barista’.

And as luck would have it, he did come back, thankfully alone. You relished in the small relief of not having to face him with whoever on his arm. He offered a softer smile, getting out a soft hello.

“And what can I do for you today, Barnes?” You inquired, only offering him a small glance from your place at the coffee machine you were currently working on.

“The usual.” He looked lost in thought, watching you work on whatever drink you were currently busy with.

“And remind me what that is again? My memory is a little foggy. It’s been awhile.” There was only a little hint of salt in your tone. Enough for him to pick up on.

“Come on, doll. It hasn’t been that long.” His usual charm lacing his every word. It made you practically melt then and there. Oh how you missed him.

“I don’t know, Barnes. Two weeks is quite a long time to go without my regular.” You smiled tightly, setting the previous customers drink at pick up and calling for them. “Besides, last visit that I served you with, you’d just gotten a black coffee. Which isn’t your usual.”

“Oh, so you do remember?” He teased, raising an eyebrow at you. You simply rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help a smile from forming. He still knew exactly how to get to you, damn bastard.

“I don’t. I just know it isn’t a plain black coffee. You may be of legal age to be considered a senior citizen, but you don’t have the last of one. At least not when it comes to drinks.” It was your turn to tease, smiling even more as he laughed at your joke.

“Alright, fair enough. Why don’t you just ring me in for whatever you recommend today.” He said as he leaned alittle onto the counter separating the two of you. “And perhaps a bit of your time? I wanted to talk to you.”

You could feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach at his words. Talk? About what? Had he noticed how upset you were his last visit? Was that why he stopped coming in? You could feel your mind racing a mile a minute. It took a few seconds to gather yourself enough to answer as you rang in the first drink to come to mind.

“Talk?” You rattled your brain trying to think up any excuse only to get none….it wouldn’t hurt to talk. “Sure. Yeah, um…my breaks in like 15 minutes. I can talk then.” You noticed him relax a little, seeming relieved that you didn’t just shoo him away.

“Then I’ll be waiting.” He said as he turned to find a table to occupy, waiting for both his drink and you.

And boy, did 15 minutes feel like an eternity. You were getting restless, fidgety even as the seconds ticked by. Every customers request felt like one hurdle after the other, seemingly extending time. But one your manager came and gave you your turn on break you rushed to the back to remove your apron and find your place at Bucky’s table. Your heart was racing so fast your we’re sure everyone could hear it.

He seemed lost in thought, watching as lives outside the little cafe on the corner kept going. He hadn’t even noticed you take a seat in front of him, not until you called out his name.

“Earth to Barnes, you okay in there?” You tilted your head to try getting into his view, earning his attention. His blue eyes stared back at you and your momentary composure shattered instantly.

“Took you long enough.” He joked, setting the empty cup to the side.

“Well sorry I was working, mr.impatient.”

He paused, his eyes seeming to study every inch of your features as he tries to find the right words to ask. He seemed almost afraid, something that was unusual for the always so charming front he gives you when he comes into the cafe. It made your mind all the more anxious.

“I wanted to….apologize for a couple of weeks ago,” he started, his eyes now back to watching the crowds outside. “For making you upset.”

“Oh…” you felt your face heat up at the realization that he had seen you upset. You hadn’t meant to make him feel as if he did anything wrong. “No, no you don’t have to apologize. It was just a bad day.” You lied. “You hadn’t upset me at all.” You wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.

“I do. I didn’t want to come in then. She just….” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “The girl I was with, she’d seen this place. She wanted to try it. I was just suppose to show her around and keep her happy. I didn’t meant to make you think it was anything.” He confessed, earning a very confused look from you. Now it was his turn to feel embarrassed. “Look…Stark had an inventer or something over for business or some shit. I didn’t really care and I wasn’t really paying attention when he explained his plan to me. But he stuck the guys daughter on me and made me show her around New York. She was practically head over heels for me. Wouldnt get off my arm even if I tried prying her off.” He sounded exasperated just explaining the situation.

“So you’re apologizing then…because…?” You asked, leaning back in your chair to try wrapping your brain at what it was he was trying to say. Your heart knew exactly what this was, but your mind was so stuck on believing he was so far out of your league that he wouldn’t even give you the time of day.

“Because I felt like bringing her here made you think…..ya know…” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was blushing. His cheeks were tinted such a perfect shade of pink. Now this was even more unusual of the charming and flirty man that came in same time every day just to say hi to you.

You quirked an eyebrow, lips turning into an all knowing smile as you leaned forward to get a better look at his reddening face. “I know what, Barnes? I’m sorry, I’m gonna need just a tad bit more information. Im just a little clueless.”

He sighed, running his hand over his face. “You are not gonna make this easy for me, are you?” The shake of your head and the smirk on your face gave him all the answer he needed. “Fine. I…thought…that it would make you think I was dating someone when I wasn’t. Despite what the paparazzi think, she wasn’t my new girlfriend……I only really…..liked…you.” He muttered the last part more to himself, fidgeting around with the empty cup he’d had early. Anything to keep from looking at you. You were the first person in literal years he’d had a thing for and he was afraid he’d fuck it up, one way or another.

“Well then, I will accept your unnecessary apology.” You gently took the cup from him, bringing his attention back on you as you gave him the smile he so loved to see from you. One so full of joy and pure and utter happiness that it could brighten up a room. “And lucky you…I like you, too.” This brought an even bigger smile to his face, one so full of pure joy it could stop even that if a rainy day.

“My breaks up,” you said as you got up from you seat, “but I get off at 5. Why don’t you come back then and we talk some more?”

“I’d love nothing more.” He stood, moving to stand in front of you. “Oh, but one more thing. The coffee you recommended? That was a crime.”

You burst into laughter, remembering that you’d decided his drink today. “I’m…truly so sorry for that. I was so distracted I just rang in the first thing I saw.”

“Well, it was horrible. Black coffee tastes better than that.”

“Hey, you just insulted someone out there. That could have been someone’s favorite drink.” Oh how you missed your banter. Banter that was made so much better knowing you had a mutual feeling for one another. It was almost as if you were meant for each other, you just clicked so well.

“Yeah, yeah. Whoever likes that could only be a criminal.” He laughed, turning to leave. “I’ll be back doll, don’t work too hard.” He said as he waved goodbye. But this time it didn’t feel so sad to watch him leave. Because it wouldn’t be days or weeks till you saw him next. He’d be back today, and the start of something new will take place of what once was just a high school crush. And you couldn’t be more excited for your shift to end.

#james buchanan barnes #Bucky Barnes #one shot #mcu #marvel one shot #x reader #bucky x reader #bucky oneshot #marvel #credit to unearthlydust #credit to tfatwsdaily #credit to xbuchananbarnes #I found these on le google #but they had the tumblr usernames this time

[remmysbounty]

Let me just start by saying how much I love the nickname Joaco 😮‍💨 and also, I pick choice #1!

I wish I could say I came up with that nickname, but all credit goes to the wonderful @xbuchananbarnes

And thank you for your vote nonnie 💛💛

#remmys bounty #remmy loves her nonnies 💛 #remmys birthday #remmys choose your own adventure fic

[helahades]

Simple Married Morning: A Frank Adler Headcanon

{CREDIT TO @dreamxlovexdo FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL PIC. {THIS PHOTOSET}}

I caNT HE LOOKS LIKE HES LEANING IN TO ASK WHAT YOU WANT FOR BREAKFAST.

ITS LIKE A FRANK ADLER A FEW YEARS INTO MARRIAGE AND WHOA HOLD ON

So he’s got custody of Mary, and you’ve been by his side as he’s navigated raising her

He’s a loving partner that adores you and respects and listens to all your input

You may not be gifted in the sense that they are, but youre still brilliant, and what he values most about you is the depth of heart and soul and empathy that his family has always lacked

You keep him grounded and happy and emotionally supported and he does the same for you

The three of you end up with an unbreakable family unit and you become a strong figure for Mary

He’s a great cuddler and a great listener and he tells the best bedtime stories.

Mary confides in you and you help her to talk through things and express her feelings

You take care to talk to her in a non patronizing way, understanding that she’s incredibly perceptive

You also balance this with the fact that she’s still a child and needs room to have her sense of adventure and wonder and innocence

You put so much love and care into parenting

Frank is also amazing, but still human, and you sometimes need to support him through his fears he’s not doing enough to support her emotionally and stimulate her mentally

You go with him to regularly scheduled appointments to make sure her advanced intellectual needs are being met

He’s wise in many ways, but you bring a different side of life and passion to him that he falls smitten with quickly

He feels his cynicism erase overnight

One night he’s standing in the kitchen with a ring to propose, and he wonders when this hit. He’s fallen so in love with you he doesn’t know what to do

You are patient and wonderful and funny and endearing

He ends up proposing to you on the beach, enlisting Mary’s help to write the big question in the sand

You say yes, of course, through tears and a knowing and devoted cheesy smile

It’s a small wedding, but that’s all you ever needed

SO HERE YOU ARE

marriage with him is smooth.

communication is practiced and raw, and the most important element of your family

now you read the bedtime stories, because “Frank... you just don’t get the voices right,” according to Mary

You hold Mary through her nightmare phase and Frank when he learns to say all the ways he loves you

On this morning in question, Mary had woken you up early and hopped into the bed you share with Frank (and sometimes even one of the cats if frank is soft enough to let them stay) to show you a magic trick she learned the night before

After much sleepy groaning from Frank, a tired Mary finishes remembering the trick and her eyelids start to droop

You rub her back and hold her hand

She’s snoring already

The sun is starting to come up. Frank walks outside and the cats follow because they adore him

Smiling fondly, you close your eyes

When you open them, Mary is awake and reading her favorite picture book next to you with messy hair, and the house smells like bacon. When did the sun get so high?

Frank peeks in around the doorway, and smiles fondly at the sight of you two

“Waffles or pancakes?”

Without looking up from If You Give a Mouse a Cookie Mary says “Cereal”

It’s another morning, and you’ve got enough love for your sarcastic, secretly soft hearted angels to fill up your soul

“No can do. The cereal elf just called and said you have to eat real food. Not so much sugar in the morning.”

Mary hops out of bed to go inspect the nutritional value label on the pancake syrup, and their debate runs past the time it should have taken to flip the bacon

Smoky and thick, the air inside will be terrible,,, so you all have breakfast outside (yes the cats too!)

Frank rushes you all out before going to retrieve dishes..

So you can eat cereal on the porch steps.

They both sit in stubborn silence for a while before Frank thinks about how Mary is just like him

You think the same, and you realize why it was never a choice to adore Mary. None of this was a choice because this niche little family world you’ve all created exists at a specific frequency. It’s these moments. These mornings, and smiles of truce between your favorite trouble makers

They send your heart soaring, they keep you guessing

You wouldn’t have it any other way

tags: @threeminutesoflife @avintagekiss24 @jtargaryen18 @bitsandbobsandstuff @xbuchananbarnes

#frank adler #frank adler x reader

[0106mei]

magic shop: prologue 🌼

( photos : justin kim [left], yvonne’s outfit [right] )

masterlist // next chapter

chapter title: opening up

pairing: bucky barnes x poc!ofc - yvonne kim

word count: 669

chapter summary: five years passed, and it’s time to open up shop for the public.

warnings; none, slight endgame spoiler if you squint realllll hard.

a/n: here’s the prologue! sorry it’s a little short, it’s more of an introductory chapter, so there isn’t much to write. hope you like it! reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated!

lower caps intentional.

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lavender, peonies and daisies. roses, chrysanthemums and dahlias. an array of flowers displayed out for the entirety of new york to see after being closed for half a decade. kim’s garden was back ready for business.

yvonne woke up to the sound of her alarm screaming angrily at her. hitting the top of it as best as she could half asleep, she was grateful it was off. her and her brother’s shared cat, a small calico named socks, was sleeping peacefully at the foot of the bed.

today’s the day.

she sprung up with a skip in her step, dancing and twirling around the two bedroom apartment in her pyjamas and slippers. nothing could deteriorate her chipper attitude. after five years of heartache and grieving for lost loved ones, she was grateful that everything had turned out somewhat better and back to normal.

today sprouted her new career as a shop owner and a florist, and she’d never ask for more. 

peeping into the second room, she rolled her eyes at the sight of her still sleeping twin, dreaming away about god knows what. yvonne peered out the window, and was astonished to see the sun rising from where she stood by the door. sure, the sun was pretty, but it was distracting her from what she needed to do in the first place. shuffling quietly into the darkened room, she tried to shake her brother awake. he stirred, but to no avail, he merely shifted onto his other side, his back now facing the girl. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”

deciding on other tactics, she decided her ulterior was to put socks in his room.

her loud mewling and constant screaming for food had justin kim up in less than a minute. following the cat outside, he looked up at his sister, who’d maneuvered her way into the kitchen to start on breakfast, hiding the smug look that had made it’s way onto the girl’s face.

“you’re the worst, you know that right?” justin grumbled, the sleep in his voice evident when he spoke. his little sister merely smiled back in response. “yeah, i do.” 

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soft music played through the pastel walls of the shop. those walls were coated in plants and flowers organized neatly in shelves, courtesy of justin.

“thanks for organizing the flowers like i asked.” yvonne spoke, her soft voice startling the taller boy. “jesus, vonnie! warning next time, please.” he teased, his hand moving to his heart jokingly. “can you believe it? starting your own business?” 

“not really, it almost feels like a dream.” she was quick to respond, making final touches to the presentation of the decorations. the shop had been open for at least an hour now, and there were plenty of customers bustling about. yvonne was quick to help them, her shy demeanour pushed out of the way just for a bit. it was about noon when the shop had emptied for a bit. “i’m proud of you, y’know?”

yvonne turned to her brother. “how so?”

“well, i mean- look at you. twenty-six, starting a business? that’s gotta count for something, right?” justin chuckled, as yvonne joined in. “yeah, i guess so. but, you’re giving me too much credit. you helped a lot, so, y’know, you deserve half of it.”

the older kim sibling snorted. “hell yeah i do. now, before i get mushy on ya, did you see how fast we ran out of red and yellow flowers?” he asked, motioning to the almost empty racks. 

“huh. didn’t even notice. i mean, i guess it’s kinda popular now. gotta pay homage to the hero who saved the world, y’know?” she pointed out, a more somber tone taking place. 

“iron man was always your favourite.” she adds, a dry chuckle escaping her lips as justin nodded in agreement. 

their little heart to heart was interrupted when the small bell on the door jingled, signalling that another customer entered. “justin kim! the one and only! it’s been forever, how have you been?”

~

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