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dickgrcyscns · 3 years

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Coney Island

Coney Island, Steve Rogers. A one shot based off of Coney Island by Taylor Swift. Written in a females perspective, I’m sorry loves. (Also, I literally hate Steve’s ending in endgame but it provides me with a lot of angst so 🤠). (Also, also, this is highly unedited pls dont come for me I know it’s bad).

Summary: In which you and Steve always skirted around your feelings for one another, one day, it was too late for the both of you.

Set During: Pre and Post-Endgame

Word Count: 1257 words

Gif used is not mine!

Over and over Lost again with no surprises Disappointments, close your eyes And it gets colder and colder When the sun goes down

There were many things to love about Steve Rogers: he was kind and forgiving. You noticed that the first time you met him at the Avengers tower. He helped you pick up papers that were pushed out of your hands by an intern working for Stark. It was cliche to say, but that was when you started to fall for him. You knew who he was, there wasn’t a person that walked on this earth that didn’t. And that meant you knew that he was a man out of time. A man not meant to be there. A man that would never truly be yours. But you fell for him regardless, your heart slowly became his. In some ways, his heart became yours as well.

Leaning on the doorway to the room he had taken up in the Avengers tower after the battle in Wakanda, a small smile rested on your lips. You tried your hardest to show him something during this time, to try and make him feel better. But you had both lost your friends, people you cared about. The two of you were grieving and in different ways. “Steve.”

“Yeah,” his words were short, tone hitting the bottom of your heart.

“I’m about to make breakfast,” you looked down at your hands. “Do you, uh, want anything?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay,” you turned around, only to look back at him for a moment, “and Steve, if you ever need to talk to someone, I’m just down the hall.”

“I don’t need to talk to anyone. I’m fine.”

Were you waiting at our old spot In the tree line by the gold clock Did I leave you hanging every single day?

Steve slowly began to seclude himself as the years past you guys by, he was losing hope in getting everyone back. You would try to talk to him, try to get him to do things with everyone that was still there, but he had made himself more comfortable alone over anything else. It shattered you to see him that way, speaking to people only when necessary. He wasn’t the man you had fallen in love with. Not at all. And it killed you to watch him not even bat you an eye.

You tried your hardest to talk to him, to get him to spend time with you. Trying to give him a person to vent to, a person who was there for him. You always vowed to be that person. But he shrugged you away for five years, wanting nothing to do with you. So, you found yourself retreating. Grieving your friends that you lost as well as a man who was still living. Someone who was only doors down from you. Someone who used to wrap you in his arms, tell you everything was going to be fine while placing kisses on your face. A man who used to say he loved you.

A man who now stared at a picture within a compass, remembering a past love of his constantly. While you sat out in the field, looking up at the stars like you used to do

Were you standing in the hallway With a big cake, happy birthday Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray?

When everyone figured out how to time travel due to Scott, Steve found a sense of purpose again. He refused to meet your eye, but you saw his face change. You saw the hope glimmer in his eyes again. You saw it all. It was something you had tried to get him to feel for a while. Smiling sadly to yourself, you turned on your heel. At least he had hope.

You all did.

This was the closest you had come to bringing them all back. All of your friends that you had lost, reuniting families and friends who had lost each other. Bringing back the people this world so suddenly lost. But you knew Steve was excited for another reason.

He had always been the man in the wrong time. The ability to travel time gave him an opportunity no one could deny. He could get his greatest gift, a life with Peggy. The woman he was always in love with. Because it was never you.

A universe away And when I got into the accident The sight that flashed before me was your face

Fighting was never easy, fighting an alien army was even harder. You felt unprepared for what was coming, that the fight was unbalanced. There was no hope for a moment, that was before the portals opened. Scattered with bumps and bruises, you turned to smile at Steve as your friends began to come out of them. He smiled back, falling to his knees as Sam and Bucky both came out of them. They were okay, everyone was okay.

“Avengers,” Steve smiled. “Assemble.”

And that you did. You pushed on despite every part of your body telling you it was done. Your body was in pain when you turned to look at Tony, his suit now holding onto the stones. Panic ran through you, you knew what this meant. You got everyone back but at what cost? Losing Nat and Tony.

You only caught his last statement, “And I am Iron Man.” Before he snapped his fingers. Eyes watching as the alien army began to turn to dust, including Thanos himself. A sob left your lips as you watched Tony collapse.

This was it. This was what war did to people.

But when I walked up to the podium I think that I forgot to say your name

In all fairness, you knew this was your last time seeing Steve like this. You knew you were losing the man you had fallen in love with. He didn't say anything about it, but what did he need to say? He was in love with Peggy Carter and wanted to take the chance to be with her. Well, that would have been a start, but it wouldn’t have made it any easier to watch him leave. Tears formed in your eye, Bucky’s arm draped across your shoulder. The both of you knew what was coming, you could read it in his eyes, he was going back to the time he belonged in.

“I’m gonna miss you buddy,” Bucky said with a sad smile, looking at his friend.

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.”

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

“Good luck, Steve,” You smiled at him for what would be the last time. You had to take the chance to tell him how you felt right then, if you didn’t, you were sure that you would have beaten yourself up about it. “I love you.”

I'm on a bench in Coney Island wondering where did my baby go?

I was quiet when you returned to that same bench he had met Sam on, he was much older and had lived an epic life full of love. But that didn’t mean you felt any better about it. In fact, you had been left alone to mend your broken heart. And sometimes you sat there, staring out on the water wondering what brought you to falling for him. What was it about him that you just couldn't let go?

Maybe you would never have an answer. But maybe that's okay to not have one.

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #Steve Rogers #Steve and peggy #steggy #Steve Rogers imagines #Steve Rogers imagine #angst #Steve Rogers angst #endgame

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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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also since the drabbles request is going to close soon, i thought this might be a good way to end it: how would your biases (across different groups) interact with one another if they're in the same room 👀 -baker anon (loosely inspired by the texts you made recently bc i LOVE THEM SO MUCH😍😍)

ANON OKAY SO I KNOW YOU SAID YOU WANT MY BIASES INTERACTING BUT ASLKDJGHA I THOUGHT. WHAT IF THEY ALL INTERACT AT WORK. SO THIS IS JUST SOME OF THEM BEING FUCKING IDIOTS AT THE MALL CENTER THEY WORK AT LKSJHDLG I’M SORRY IF THIS ISN’T WHAT YOU WANTED

3-year anniversary drabble game: send me an NCT/WAYV/Stray Kids/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

I know this isn’t all of tbz but trying to fit all 11 of them in was overwhelming I’M SORRY

Title: Mall Shenanigans

Pairing: no pairings, just the boyz and stray kids being dumb

Triggers: a lot of cursing, suicidal jokes (again, along the lines of ‘pls kill me’ but if you’re experiencing suicidal thoughts I wouldn’t read this)

cafe workers:

chan: better than tony

changbin: chingban

jisung: gremlin

chanhee: new kid

jacob: angel

tutoring center workers:

seungmin: seungman

jeongin: you better watch your foxing mouth

sangyeon: papi

kevin: moon scribblez

eric: the better jae

build a bear workers:

minho: lino

hyunjin: hyun

felix: fel(e)x

changmin: starbucks tissues

juyeon: professional rollerblader

better than tony: if Jacob didn’t exist you all would be dead

chingban: as in you would’ve killed us

chingban: or he’s prevented us from accidentally killing ourselves ?

gremlin: both

new kid: both

better than tony: both

chingban: fair

angel: :( stop hurting yourselves accidentally

angel: it hurts me :/

gremlin: oh my god his power

gremlin: with one single emoticon he changes my entire life perspective

new kid: see I'd say the same except Jacob tries to convince me on the daily that my only life goal shouldn’t be to put changmin in the grave

better than tony: that... that shouldn’t be your life goal

angel: ^^^

chingban: idk if someone scares you that much with a horror movie mask I think you’ve got a right to murder

angel: changbin

angel: n o

gremlin: idk I think it says something more about chanhee

new kid: say what bitch

gremlin: if you keep getting scared I think there’s something wrong with you

new kid: says the little BITCH who got startled by someone DROPPING THEIR COFFEE yesterday and legitimately SCREAMED

chingban: you say this as if you aren’t the biggest coward on the planet jisung

gremlin: did I ever deny there was something wrong with me???????

angel: STOP there is nothing wrong with you all

better than tony: idk I think there is

better than tony: there’s something wrong with all of us

better than tony: except maybe Jacob

new kid: Jacob just put his head in his hands

angel: all of you have a horrible self-destructive and self-deprecating instinct and I don’t appreciate it :/

gremlin: Jacob I will do my best to take your words to heart

gremlin: I will listen to you unlike these other assholes

new kid: you might take his words to heart but your actions prove you can’t handle them

gremlin: try me bitch

chingban: did you already forget the time you set a refrigerator on fire?

better than tony: PLEASE don’t remind me

angel: maybe we shouldn’t bring that up

better than tony: you were all horrible

better than tony: jisung just laughed

better than tony: changbin went home

better than tony: seungmin and jeongin came over to take pictures of me while I was about to cry

better than tony: only Jacob comforted me :/

gremlin: and this is why we only listen to Jacob

chingban: ^^^

new kid: ^^^

new kid: he’s the only one who has a truly good heart

better than tony: why can’t I inspire this kind of loyalty??

angel: chan has a good heart too :/

gremlin: maybe so but

gremlin: he’s a complete mess and is easier to clown than listen to

new kid: ^^^

chingban: ^^^

better than tony: watch me just commit die

angel: no don’t commit die come here I'll give you a hug

better than tony: I like Jacob more than all of you combined

chingban: um

gremlin: did you think we were going to get offended?

new kid: news flash we all like Jacob more than we like you

better than tony: on an ordinary day I would be crying

better than tony: today I am fine because Jacob is giving me hugs and not you assholes

better than tony: suck it <3

chingban: I hate it when he’s right

new kid: :/

gremlin: I'm going to set the refrigerator on fire again if I don’t get Jacob hugs right now !

new kid: I thought you said you didn’t know how you set it last time?

gremlin: I can still try

angel: no don’t do that I'm coming to hug you now!

gremlin: :D

better than tony: can’t believe jisung bribed Jacob into leaving me to give him hugs

chingban: just shows he’s smarter than you

better than tony: remember how jisung said he’d haunt this cafe if he died and I said I'd just enjoy being dead?

better than tony: starting to consider Jisung’s plan :)

new kid: terrifying

chingban: horrifying

gremlin: I can hear the deadpan ringing through the cafe and it honestly gives me life

better than tony: I hate you all

new kid: so do we <3

angel: :(

watch your foxing mouth: sangyeon you’re fucking evil

papi: ?

seungman: it’s eric’s first week and you’ve already given him ashley twice

seungman: are you trying to make him quit?

moon scribblez: I entirely agree with what they just said

moon scribblez: we’re already low on staff because everyone graduated last year and you’re trying to run eric out of a job too???????

papi: look eric handles her much better than all of you do

papi: I think he’s doing fine

the better jae: I’M NOT FUCKING FINE

watch your foxing mouth: the proof is in the fucking pudding

moon scribblez: pudding?

watch your foxing mouth: it’s an expression

watch your foxing mouth: your canadian ass wouldn’t know

moon scribblez: I'm going to stick a pin on your chair

the better jae: SANGYEON WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

the better jae: YOU TOLD ME THIS JOB WAS LOW KEY AND CHILL

papi: it kind of is

the better jae: NOT WHEN YOU PUT ASHLEY AT MY TABLE EVERY SINGLE TIME SHE COMES IN

papi: but you’re handling her so much better than the other three combined :/

watch your foxing mouth: I take offense to that

papi: ignoring her is not a valid strategy jeongin

watch your foxing mouth: well it’s better than seungmin visibly getting frustrated

seungman: well at least I'm trying

seungman: kevin just lets her draw jfc

moon scribblez: look I'm a junior in college and I'm on the verge of just faceplanting into the ocean from a thousand meter cliff I don’t have the time or energy to deal with a bitch who wants to draw and not learn math

papi: do you see what I mean now Eric???????????

the better jae: I'm this fucking close to losing my shit sangyeon I Do Not Care

the better jae: the next time she comes in on my shift I better not have her

papi: fine :/

seungman: did

watch your foxing mouth: oh my god

seungman: DID ASHLEY JUST SAY TO SANGYEON THAT ERIC IS HER FAVORITE ISNTRUCTOR ALREADY

moon scribblez: [ 1 image attached ]

moon scribblez: I think we need to glory in the horror on Eric’s face

watch your foxing mouth: she’s going to ask for Eric every time now oh god

the better jae: I'm not fucking do this I'll quit first

papi: pls no

papi: I don’t want to hunt for more tutors :/

the better jae: you better not fucking put her at my table every time I'm here !

seungman: just make sure your table is full

watch your foxing mouth: foolproof

the better jae: I guess :/

moon scribblez: working here is such an experience

moon scribblez: minho and chan threaten to fire their kids every other day

moon scribblez: meanwhile we’re the ones threatening to quit every other day

seungman: well what the fuck did you expect from tutoring a bunch of rich assholes four times a week

watch your foxing mouth: ^^

papi: not all of them are assholes guys

seungman: oh we know this very well

watch your foxing mouth: Alex is a fucking blessing to this earth

the better jae: so is Kaylee

seungman: but people like max? ashley? nina?

seungman: they outweigh any good that comes out of here

papi: well if you think the kids are shit imagine the parents

watch your foxing mouth: I hate to say it but sangyeon has a point

moon scribblez: I guess he deserves some pity

papi: finally some respect in this fucking household

the better jae: not on my watch

the better jae: I respect the sacrifices you make

the better jae: but I'm still quitting if you keep sending Ashley to my table

papi: sigh

moon scribblez: and I'm quitting if I find another cockroach in a mop

watch your foxing mouth: THERE WAS A NOTHER ON E???????

papi: bigger sigh

moon scribblez: WORSE

moon scribblez: THE LAST TIME I SHOOK OUT THE MOP T H R E E STUPID FUCKING COCKROACHES CRAWLED OUT

moon scribblez: YEJI HAD TO KILL THEM FOR ME

papi: I'm giving up on gaining respect

moon scribblez: you’ll gain my respect when we get this fucking place fumigated

watch your foxing mouth: aren’t the kids rich? what the fuck are they paying for this? why can’t we afford some roach spray jfc

papi: that’s the owners’ call

papi: and the owners are assholes

moon scribblez: headdesk

seungman: wow he really did just slam his head down on the table

the better jae: thank god we’re already closed

papi: thank god for that I can leave and not deal with you for the rest of today

watch your foxing mouth: oh don’t worry we’ll be back tomorrow <3

seungman: <3

the better jae: <3

moon scribblez: <3

papi: every day I wake up and face an existence of pain

lino: who’s taking the front today and who’s working the back

lino: for once all of you are here today so you don’t have to work two jobs at once how nice

hyun: I CALL THE BACK

fel(e)x: SO DO I

professional rollerblader: fuck

starbucks tissues: I brought my nun mask today does anyone want to switch?

hyun: is that

hyun: is that a threat

starbucks tissues: it’s whatever you want it to be <3

hyun: I know better but I'm going to assume it’s just a fun fact

hyun: I can’t deal with children today

starbucks tissues: I guess I have free reign then

fel(e)x: now that sounds like a threat

lino: no threats at work

starbucks tissues: so outside of work is fair game?

lino: yes

hyun: mINHO YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME TO THE WOLVES LIKE THIS

lino: who the fuck is the wolf? changmin?

fel(e)x: he’s just a sweet boy don’t be mean hyunjin :/

professional rollerblader: bitch about changmin again and I'll cut you in half

hyun: WHY AM I BEING ATTACKED

professional rollerblader: that’s what you get for attacking changmin

starbucks tissues: I love juyeon and felix

starbucks tissues: <3 <3 <3 <3

hyun: I feel like

hyun: changmin is the favorite child and I'm just cast off to the side

fel(e)x: who’s the child

fel(e)x: he’s literally older than both of us

hyun: it’s an ANALOGY

professional rollerblader: well it isn’t a good one

hyun: oh fuck OFF we know you always have a soft spot for changmin asshole

lino: deadass thought that read changmin’s asshole for a second and nearly spit out my coffee

starbucks tissues: MINHO PLEASE

fel(e)x: minho I did not need that image in my mind

professional rollerblader: petition to murder Minho in international uncharted waters and dumb his body overboard

starbucks tissues: seconded

hyun: CAN WE GET BACK TO THE POINT

hyun: ALL OF YOU HAVE SOFT SPOTS OR ARE TERRIFIED OF CHANGMIN AND I GET PASSED OVER EVERY TIME

fel(e)x: I mean changmin’s just more likable

professional rollerblader: he’s cuter

lino: I'm terrified of him

starbucks tissues: <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

hyun: I'm quitting this fucking job

lino: oh wow nice usually it’s me who threatens to fire you but now you’re taking initiative!

professional rollerblader: clap for hyunjin!

fel(e)x: *claps*

starbucks tissues: *claps*

hyun: I want to die I want to fucking die

starbucks tissues: I can bring out the mask!

hyun: I honestly might take you up on that

hyun: give me a fucking heart attack so I can die and haunt you all for the rest of your pitiful lives

professional rollerblader: you’d honestly be the pitiful one

professional rollerblader: literally got scared to death

fel(e)x: Juyeon has a solid point

starbucks tissues: agreed !

lino: this is why I hired juyeon he’s so smart

hyun: are you all purposefully forgetting the time sangyeon fooled him into thinking he had some strange wild disease

lino: hmm on any other day I'd clown him for it but you’re more clownable today so I'll just ignore that

starbucks tissues: I like juyeon more than you so I'm ignoring it too <3

fel(e)x: ^^^^^^^^^

hyun: brb gonna jump off the third floor

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winteriron-trash · 5 years

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The Fires We Were Forged In [Part 1]

A/N: Okay, I lied again. Here’s another canon-compliant Endgame story. Sort of, I guess. Yes, the Loki and Bucky story is coming soon, it’s still getting edited a bit but for now, I wanted to post this idea that came to me when I saw a post circling of texts Peter sent to Tony’s phone post-Endgame. (If someone has credit pls lemme know, I can’t find it) So, here this is. Stick through the angst for the ending, I promise it’s worth it. :) I can’t tell how many parts this will have without spoiling the ending, so just read on. I’m not self-centred about my writing but I promise this one is good.

Warning for Endgame spoilers and all that. Enjoy!

Peter wasn’t the best at coping. In fact, if there were a scoreboard kept, he was pretty sure he’d come right in last at the worst at it.

And sure, no one blamed him. No one blamed anything except for themselves, really. Peter felt it in the looks anyone wore whenever… that name was mentioned. Everyone, even people who weren’t involved, found a way to blame themselves. Carol wished she’d been the one to use the stones. Rhodey wished he’d stopped Tony. Pepper wished she’d intercepted the gauntlet to keep it away from Thanos. Steve wished he hadn’t ripped the Avengers apart.

Everyone blamed themselves because really, how else were they supposed to cope? How else were they supposed to handle the fact that the Earth’s best defender was gone, and they had to live to watch him go?

It hurt. It hurt worse than the burn in Peter’s throat when he screamed himself raw. It hurt worse than the bloody, bruised, probably broken knuckles Peter got from angrily punching the stray suit he came across when they were cleaning the workshop out.

Peter was horrible at coping.

He was gone. Tony. Iron Man. Tony goddamned Stark, the man who’d built his own legacy with scrap metal and a genius smile. The man who believed in Peter when no one else would even look at him. The man who killed Thanos and saved the universe, even if it cost him his life.

The man who fucking left Peter alone and sobbing at last nights because why the hell did Peter deserve to lose another father figure? Let alone, one like Tony?

Peter blamed Tony, and that was maybe the worst part of it. Everyone else blamed themselves, but Peter saw through it. No matter who’d’ve done what, Tony was the one who had to do it. Strange even said so. Tony Stark had to die for the universe to live.

Fate was a cruel thing. And Peter blamed Tony for being selfless enough to comply with it.

Still, Peter didn’t hate Tony. He just… he missed him. Same as everyone else. Peter tried his best to put himself back together and move on. He was an Avenger now, that was his job.

And it wasn’t so bad. Morgan was adorable, Harley was cool when he wasn’t being a dick, and Nebula was so much kinder than her metal exterior let on. Peter had a new family, one that mourned with him and didn’t blame Peter when he had to leave the room whenever someone even said Tony’s name.

They understood. It was as infuriating as it was comforting. To be surrounded by pitying looks and shoulder pats and soft voices asking Peter if he was okay.

No, Peter was not fucking okay.

But he tried to be. He tried to cope and find what helped him feel a little saner and put together even in his worst moments. It wasn’t perfect, but it was all he had.

Peter’s best and possibly also worst coping mechanism ended up being texting Tony.

Well, not Tony. Tony’s old number, that was now just a void for Peter to scream into when he needed it.

Peter remembered when Tony gave him that number. The idea of having Tony Stark’s personal number in Peter’s own phone was something that had Peter bouncing off the walls for days. He relished in it, sending Tony constant texts that started out as Spider-Man updates, but digressed into just random things that happened to Peter and he felt the need to tell someone about.

And Tony always answered. To every single text. Sure, the answers were brief sometimes, just a few emojis and a ‘good job, kid’ if it was something like Peter telling Tony he aced a test. Sometimes the answers were longer, more heartfelt when Peter admitted he was scared of his role as a hero. Tony was always there.

So sometimes it was just nice to send a text to a dead number, and imagine what the response would be.

Peter would send anything, really. Some days it’d be test scores, the next it’d be a picture of Morgan attacking Harley with his own potato gun while Nebula tried to suppress a smile in the background. There’d be heartfelt texts, sometimes. Ones of Peter promising Tony how much everyone remembered him, and how his sacrifice was so worth it, seeing all the happy families reunited.

Peter thought if he promised Tony that his sacrifice was worth it, maybe Peter would start believing it too.

Even if Peter could never really accept that the loss of a man that great could ever have a price.

Which was why Peter had his bad nights. His awful nights where everything hurt and all he wanted to do was destroy anything he could get his hands on, just hoping to feel something.

Those nights, the texts were angry. They were a jumble of words and letters of Peter yelling at Tony, demanding why he’d left his family behind, telling Tony that they didn’t fucking win, that nothing could ever be a win when Iron Man was dead. It was a desperate plea for help, at it’s core.

Peter was trying to pull his act together though. And it was going… well. He’d gone sixteen days, seven hours, and forty-three minutes since he was texted Tony’s dead number. The last text he’d sent had been out receiving his early acceptance letter from MIT. He was doing well.

But Peter was bad a coping.

So when a bad night came again, like they always did, Peter was curled up in the corner of his room, sobbing. He’d already punched a hole in his wall and broken a mirror. Peter ignored the glass. And the blood.

Instead, he grabbed his phone, with shaking hands, opening the last contact he should be opening like this.

Oh well.

The text Peter sent was hardly coherent. There were spelling errors, mixed up words. It didn’t matter. All that matter was the page long angry rant of pain as Peter yelled at Tony for leaving them all behind. Demanding that Tony come back, begging Tony to come back.

Why wouldn’t he come back? Why did everyone else get to come back?

Peter was crying so hard by the end of the text he wasn’t even sure if he sent send before chucking the phone onto his bed. He hugged his knees and sobbed, pushing himself further into the corner.

Peter hated everything. He hated Tony, he hated Thanos, he hated the Avengers, he hated Spider-Man, he hated-

The phone chimed.

Peter was so genuinely confused, he stopped crying for a second. His screen was lit, and from across the room, he could see the notification for a new text message.

Feeble, awful, senseless hope built in Peter as he crawled on his hands and knees through broken shards to grab the phone. It didn’t make sense, it couldn’t be him, but there was a part of Peter that wanted, so fucking badly. An awful selfish part that made Peter hold his breath as he took three tries to unlock his phone and open the message.

‘I’m really so sorry, but I just got this number. I think you’re looking for someone else.’

Oh.

Peter wanted to scream again.

The only thing he had left of Tony and even that had been taken away from him. The universe really did hate Peter, didn’t it?

With a soft sniffle, Peter managed to type out an apology and a promise to not contact the number again. Even as typing the words out made his heart feel like a twisted coil in his own chest.

‘It’s fine. You wanna talk about it? You seem like you need to let some stuff out.’

Peter paused. He did want to talk about it. Especially to someone who didn’t know him or anyone else that he knew. Just… a stranger.

‘Yeah. That sounds kinda nice.’

‘Cool. You’re talking about Iron Man, right? We all miss him. It hurts, having to see him everywhere but know he’s not really here.’

‘Yeah. It really sucks.’

‘Did you know him personally?’

‘He was my mentor, I guess. I looked up to him so much.’

‘Not to go out on a limb, but are you that spider kid in Queens people keep talking about? Everyone said that he went up into space with Iron Man when the first attacks came.’

‘It’s Spider-Man.’

‘I’ll take that as a yes.’

Peter didn’t realize his face was dry of tears until he smiled. Actually smiling, without hiding anything underneath it felt… nice. Really nice.

‘You can’t tell anyone you know Spider-Man. I’m an Avenger, you know.’

‘Like people would believe me anyway. An actual Avenger? Have you met Pepper Potts?’

‘Mrs Potts and I talk all the time. I’m really close with Morgan.’

‘Yeah, their kid, right? This has really gotta suck for her. Losing a hero is nothing like losing a father.’

‘I know how she feels. I think she understands it a lot more than people are willing to admit. No one wants her to have to grow up this fast.’

‘How can she not, being surrounded by superheroes like you?’

‘Fair point.’

Peter spent the rest of the night texting the… new person.

And the rest of the next night.

It became a kind of routine. Peter never asked anything about the person, and they never really offered the information. They both seemed fine with that, really. Even though Peter still didn’t have the heart to change the contact name, it didn’t hurt as much, or even at all some days, when he saw it. His new friend was funny and smart enough to keep up with Peter, always teasing him about whatever he was on the news for that week.

And always being there for Peter in his worst moments. In the moments where all Peter could manage to say was ‘I hate him I hate him I hate him’ over and over again until his fingers were numb, they stayed with him.

It was better than any therapy session Aunt May dragged Peter to.

Peter did feel bad about it, some days. Dumping all his problems on this random person, no matter how much they assured Peter that it was fine, as long as they were paid back in information about his suit. Which Peter didn’t care enough not to share because it was really cool, to be honest.

On the week Peter was packing up for MIT, he found himself complaining to them.

‘Moving for college sucks. It’s stress and too much work.’

‘Mood. I’m in my first year at MIT, it doesn’t get any better once classes start.’

‘Wait, really? MIT?’

‘Yup. Jealous, spider boy?’

‘Not really, it’s where I’m going too.’

‘For real? Nice job. He’d be proud of you, you know.’

Peter smiled softly at his phone. ‘Yeah, I know.’ He thought a quiet moment. ‘Hey, since I’ll be there in a week, how about we meet up?’

The few seconds it took for Peter’s message to be read, then to watch the typing were agonizing.

‘You sure you’re okay with some rando knowing your secret identity?’

‘You’ve helped me through so much, I feel like you already know me. Let’s go out for coffee, it’s the least I can do. Please?’

Another agonizing pause.

‘Fine. But I pick the coffee place.’

Peter grinned.

Peter and his texting buddy planned their coffee meet up for a few days after Peter officially moved into his dorm room. He’d sent a selfie so they would recognize him, which got Peter a snarky comment that he looked just as dorky under the mask that made Peter laugh.

If Peter thought the anxiety of moving into college was bad, it had nothing on meeting his friend of months for the first time. A friend that he didn’t even know the name of.

Oh god.

Peter arrived to the coffee shop ten minutes early and spent five of those ten minutes feverishly checking that he got the right place and time and date. He chose an outside table, so hopefully, he’d be recognized more easily. Since he couldn’t exactly look out for someone he didn’t know the face of.

Peter spent the next five minutes playing on his phone, switching from app to app, not having the concentration to commit to anything.

After that, he began counting the minutes that his friend was late.

What if he’d been set up? What if it was just a big joke? What if they were going to scam him?

At seven minutes in of internal panicking, Peter’s attention was pulled from his phone by shouting.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! The professor would not shut up! I ran here, I’m so sorry!”

The young woman standing in front of Peter’s table did look like she’d run there. Her dark skin was flushed with adrenaline, frizzy black hair in a mess falling out of her hair tie. She blew it out of her face with a scowl. The woman practically threw her stack of binders and lose papers onto the table, revealing the Iron Man shirt she was wearing that hung loosely, slipping off of her shoulders.

Peter gave her a long, blank stare. “Are you…”

She plopped down in the chair across from Peter. “Hey, spider boy.”

Peter smiled so wide it hurt. It’d been a while since he’d worn a smile like that. “It’s just Peter. Peter Parker.”

The woman smiled back, extending her hand across the table. “Cool. I’m Riri Williams.”

#winteriron-trash writes #endgame spoilers #avengers endgame spoilers #post endgame #peter parker #angst #the fires we were forged in #part one

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dulharpa · 4 years

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this is for hayley! @whistlingwillows a dear friend <3333

it’s meant to be a birthday present haha. i just want to shower you in love;;; so thought maybe i could go through as many of your fics and comment on them :^)))

(TO EVERYONE ELSE: please go to @whistlingwillows blog and read her fics!!! they are SO FCKIN GOOD AND AMAZING AND UGH HER MIND (it’s a lot of mcu and her bucky and steve fics are a*. i DEFINITELY RECOMMEND))

i wish you a VERY happy birthday and i hope we stay friends for many more years <3333333333

i’m going through your masterlist heehee ;)))

ah first off, nice theme! i never could rlly see it before because i’m always on mobile heehee. also sorry for not reviewing them before??? i don’t usually read fics on tumblr as you’ve probably guessed;;

anyways, IM GON REVIEW THE SHIT OUT OF THESE >:DDDD

far from home - bucky x stark sister!reader

firstly, i like how youre introducing the reader from buckys pov, like you can sort of already gather what shes like from them

‘Bucky can hear Tony’s soft inhale, feel the intensity of the man’s glare directed at Steve. He shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but a twitch of muscle would be enough to alert both men that he’s here. With the amount of tension crackling in the air, a brush against the wall would be equivalent to a thousand cymbals crashing in cacophony.’

IM CRYING ALREADY. the imagery in here is GLORIOUS. your tone here is so fitting! oo and the alliteration here is perfecto

ooooooo!! the backstory coming in 👀👀

‘despite what some people think that Steve and Captain America are two different personas, there will always be parts of Steve in the Avenger, and parts of the Avenger in Steve. They both want to believe in something good. They are, after all, one in the same.// Just as how Bucky and the Winter Soldier are the same man despite everything. HYDRA simply amplified the hate, fertilized the seeds of rage, curated the quiet thunder within his soul, within James Buchanan Barnes so that the Winter Soldier could thrive.’

yIKES! lol this is very character study like! nICE. it hurts tho, my poor children, i love you both

oo ‘starlight eyes’ that is a very nice way of describing them

‘“Then what was London?” The protesters. “São Paulo?” The earthquake. “Vancouver?” Freezing cold water.//“Look, I care if Stark’s gonna run us over trying to find her. I care enough because she’s part of our team. Come off it, Steve. I know she can take care of herself. I’m gonna take a nap. Dr. Cho said no partying post-Singapore and what do you know, we throw the biggest party ever.’

ooo singapore uwu and london? (coincidence? haha jkjk) and the hints abt reader and buckys background are so good?? but so annoying??? like i just wanna KNOW yknow??

‘The water runs copper and the sting bites at his palm as he tries not to think. Tries to focus on the numbing cold that runs over his skin.’

your imagery is so vivid?? im actually in awe??? i am so regretful i havent kept reading your fics. like i know they are amazing, i just keep putting them off??? idk man. hopefully this makes up for it (gd tho, im still not done with commenting on one fic. this is what im doing with my motivation teehee ;)

‘ He feels weak. Tired. He wants to go back to bed but he also wants to stay out in the sun for a few hours more. The sun kisses his skin through the windows and he squints against the blue sky, wondering ‘

mood during this quarantine lol

‘“Oh, right.” Your voice is flat, uninterested, cold, as you stare at him. “You killed my parents.”Shit.‘

OUCH LMAO THATS C O L D, O GOT +100 PHYSIC DAMAGE FROM JUST READING THAT

ooo robin as a nickname noice. very much gives me batman vibes lol

oh! and the way of doing the ‘flashback’ is neat! very original. it both tells us what happened AND buckys reaction to it again. he can re-analyse himself and reader. very cool

‘If you walk away now, don’t bother coming back!” Silence. Bucky can hear his own strained breathing, your soft sigh as you soaked in his ultimatum.’

👀👀 yikes that ultimatum. :// not good bucky. tbf theyre both trying to hurt each other but Yikes

eyy!!! readers pov!! finally! and the switch after we find out the outsiders pov? brilliant

oh no :(( more angst

‘When’s the last time you saw your therapist?”“Don’t have one. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”’ they BOTH need therapists;;;;

very good fic!!! :DD they rlly do hate each other! i definitely like how you went back and forth with the timeline! it gave me a v strong idea on what yn was like even before we rlly got introduced. i am now very curious on where reader is? i love your characterisations!

i will read the 10k+ fics but heck the last one took me ages lolol (i will comment in the future tho!! i promise <3 ) (that took me over an hour jjhghgdjh)

slipping away- amnesiac modern bucky x reader

omg,,, AMNESIA! >:DDDDDD

‘ Put your fucking seatbelt on’

oh no, istg theyre going to have a car crash arent they (’ doesn’t put the seatbelt on to spite you.’ NO PLEASE PUT IT ON U DUMBASS)

ok,,,,, at LEAST he put it on before he got hit, thank heck. but still. youre so cruel to your poor characters lmaoo

oh gosh

‘You fall apart slowly, like pieces of you peeling away until you’re nothing more than your broken heart. The sobs that wrack your body are relentless and you shove your forearm into your mouth to muffle your cries. You want to bite into your skin. You want to distract yourself from the agony tearing you to shreds. You want to feel anything but the pain.///Tears sweep into your hair, cloud your vision and your whole face floods with heat as you try to breathe through the pain. You’re cleaved into pieces on that bed, eyes squeezed shut as the tears keep flowing, and your throat burns’

this hurts damn, it is so vivid?? i can really feel it

i am so glad you got into writing yk?? so glad

NO PLS, TELL HIM. TELL HIM :((( ‘shes nice once you get to know her?? shes known nat for years now!! years!!

oh god ‘he looks younger without the burden of your time together’ this is so angsty omg

‘Well, he was stumbling through his apology and I just let him finish.” Your body fills with warmth as you remember his embarrassed smile, the way he shoved his baseball cap farther down his head, chin tucked to his chest, trying to hide that face. “When he was done, I opened my mouth to say something polite but what came out was ‘You look like someone I’d very much like to kiss’.”

this is so soft i stg im crying in the club

OH SHITTTTTTTTTTT , you left it off like that!!! thats so cruel!!!! i can’t!!! how dare you!!!! :””””””((( im typing this with tears in my eyes ill have u know!!

anyway!!! very good fic!! you could honestly make that into a longfic very easily lol. i felt too many emotions :((

i was just about to say where is the fluff!! where is it!! when i saw the next one and yay :))) pls i cant have more angsty stuff rn

cookies and rings and things bucky and reader

‘how much do you love me?’ ‘count the snowflakes, multiply by a million’

did you have to start the fic off with such a SOFT line? its so soft! so TENDER

‘He wonders what kinda insane person wears socks without any clothes on, but then decides that it’s the kind of person who’s fallen in love with him.’ jesus, the soft moments filled with love are the greatest <3

you can write fluff so well, whyd you have to pain me with all that angst ;””””) (1/10 hurt, 9/10 comfort is the way to go lolol) (jkjk ill read the angsty ones too when i have the spoons) (gonna reread that hydra steve one and ik thatll fuck me UP)

‘ Then, he can feel the cold metal of the ring she slid onto her own finger less than twenty-four hours ago and realizes that he had thought a lot of things shouldn’t be possible, and yet they still are. ‘

you literally brought me to tears reading this softness, you have truly found my weakness

‘ She’s so damn gorgeous with flour on her face and eye bags beneath her eyes that he’s sure she will inevitably make his heart burst ‘

he already likes her so much! i can’t believe this is affecting me so much :’)

‘Bucky is quite sure Sam is in love with his girlfriend in the fact that he’s in love with the fact that his girlfriend is possibly in love with Bucky’

this is so soft??? sam loves reader bc reader loves bucky sm. pls my hear <3333

you do fluff SO WELL DAMN

‘F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice echoes in his small little perch and he still thinks it’s weird without having the side effect of Stark in his suit chasing after him to hear the A.I. but he shoves that uncomfortable feeling of the dead man out of his head. That is too much regret to unpack right now on a mission. ‘

yike bringing back that reminder oof

but thats so soft??? (i am def overusing soft but,,,,, i love it and the vibe) she sent him cookies! god i can feel the love

‘She expresses her feelings through cooking, which Bucky has learnt the hard way. One time, they got into an argument over something stupid—he can’t even remember what started it—and came to the kitchen at 2AM to see her sitting at the kitchen island crying her eyes out and surrounded by baskets of muffins.’

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 my hEART

you show how much they love each other in so many ways??? i am dying

“Alright, I like it.” Rolling his eyes, he pecks her forehead and she smiles victoriously. It’s so adorable that Bucky, with less than three hours of sleep, adds, “God, I want to marry you.//”“What?”//Oh.Shit.

oh my god! i am literally tearing up!!! AGAIN!!!!!!!!

oh shit o am literally crying

your fluff got me crying harder than your angst i hope youre happy

I really hope you enjoy reading this?? i keep forgetting to like text you but i wanted to do something for your birthday. especially in quarantine when everythings gone crazy. one year i swear ill do something REALLY good for you. not making promises bc i hate if i dont. but ill like, learn how to podfic because you D E S E R V E I T

ive spent like three hours doing this lolol

thank you so much for everything hayley!

#i love you sm hayley!!!! thank you for EVERYTHING #AND THIS IS A FIC REC PLS CHECK HAYLEYS STUFF OUT

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meganlpie · 4 years

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WIP/Current Requests List

(This can be found on my blog page as well, where I will update it as I get through the requests)

WIPS (Fics I am currently working on to post): These are subject to change based on my moods and inspiration.

Unbreak My Heart: Anonymous asked: So glad requests are open, you’re my favorite blog. Could you do a Castiel and Reader song fic with the sing Unbreak my Heart by either Wheezer or Toni Braxton please? Again love love love your blog (I’ll be honest, this one is taking forever because I really don’t like the song XD)

Tears of the Widow: Another Wattpad request. for avengers, natasha and y/n has been together for a few years, when y/n gets called out for a week mission, and halfway through, something goes wrong and they had to abort the mission and when they get back, Y/n is bloodied and unconscious and natasha freaks and literally blames tony and fury and after a week she finally wakes up and everyone shocked when they see nat cry and when nat cries, so does Y/n and Y/n tells her sorry for making her worry and Y/n pulls natty in the bed and they fall asleep together.

Unique: I have an imagine request. It’s with dwalin because he’s underrated. He asks the reader to marry him in a unique way. Like maybe doing it at a farm sanctuary.

Muggle Healer: Anonymous asked: Oooooo….how about some Snape? Instead of dying, he lives and goes into hiding and ends up in a Muggle hospital where the reader works as a nurse. They get close and he ends up telling her everything. Maybe some romance?

Current Requests (Unstarted fics that are on the list):

Abducted: A Wattpad request. Hey meg ! So i finally came up with a plot , this takes place at the very start of age of ultron and is captain america x reader. So the reader is tony starks younger sister and while shopping she gets abducted by hydra and experimented on . She is isolated and experimented on , eventually she becomes enhanced , her powers are controlling all 4 elements , like an avatar. So when the avengers come to rescue her and retrieve the teseract steve confesses that he can‘t live without her and eventually kissing but tony disturbing. Back in the avengers tower steve never leavs her side and he stays with her cuddling the whole night and talking , the next day they train together and steve really helps her control her new powers and just a lot of steve fluff :)

Mission Memories: Another Wattpad request. I’ve had an idea for a Steve x fem!reader (also inspired by these two lol) only they’re getting ready for a mission (kind of like when Steve and Bucky are talking in Civil War) and he’s reminiscing. I just love Steve so much lol

Stowaway: Another Wattpad request. Howdy! I wish to inquire regarding a request of the Guardians of the Galaxy variety. A Drax x reader where the gang imprisons a stowaway but she convinces Drax to let her out through lies and deceit. Drax is unaware of her dishonesty and announces to the guardians right afterward whilst their mid conversation, “I HAVE FREED THE PRISONER!!” The guardians get her back and Drax distrusts her for realsies this time. Mostly platonic, i suppose…thanks luv! Your writing is a big inspiration of mine

It’ll Get Better: Anonymous asked: I’d love a Steve Rogers x reader with a reader who has depression. Something like a comfort fic ^^ Thanks!

Animal Control: Rocket Raccoon gets picked up by animal control. Requested by @tallguy1130 (that’s my hubby, y'all!)

A Interesting Child: Baby Groot goes to daycare.

Saving Thorin: Another Wattpad request. Could you make a Thorinxhuman female reader. And like, she finds herself in Middle Earth and is really shy and sweet but like saves Thorin??? Thank you!

Incompatible: Thranduil x Human! Reader imagine. Somehow he opens his heart to love a human and it was a good relationship. Until they have a fight about something (maybe he says something about human that hurt reader’s feeling?) and he makes her cry. For him it isn’t a big deal but for her the fight was too much for her to handle. And she starts to think that her relationship with Thranduil was a mistake because she comes from a different race and she is too young for him that she can’t do anything right. The elves also tell Thranduil that she’s not the one for him because she’s incapable to be his queen. She overheard the conversation between Thranduil and the elves and she has decided to leave. But when she confronts her beloved Thranduil, he is flabbergasted to know that she is leaving. You can end it in your own way (maybe she really leaves or stays? I don’t know). I just want an angstyyy imagine because I love crying XD

Cooking: Hi can I request a dwalin x reader please where dwalin falls in love with the readers cooking and gets super shy around her and finally manages to confess with the help from thorin and the company please

Not Human: Hello, love! Please could you write a Lindir x Reader in which the reader is a Peredhil (half human half elf) travelling with the company and she meets Lindir when they arrive at Rivendell? Thank you ❤️❤️Maybe Lindir thinks she’s only human at first but finds out about her being a peredhil when he sees her ears or something?

Support: Anonymous asked: Hi meg! Would write a Thranduil x reader where the reader shows him support (bc of things like doing what he thinks is best for his kingdom/people) A lot of fluff💫

A Picnic with Scorpius: Could u do a Scorpius x reader? ( next generation ) During their 4 or 5 year at Hogwarts? :3 maybe they’re having a picnic by the black lake ?

Breakfast Interrupted: So the harry potter one would be a draco x reader , being a couple & staying at dracos mansion chilling and talking all night (basically just seeing his good and cute side ) the next morning he brings the reader breakfast in bed , but then getting interrupted because the whole „thing“ in deathly hollows happens where harry , hermione and ron get dragged to dracos house and draco has to identify harry but because he doesn‘t want the reader to see this bad dark side of him , he chooses to lie and not tell them that they caught harry

Kids: Would it be possible if I made another request for a marcus flint x reader where they fight in the war for the good side then after the war they get married and have kids who are best friends with oliver Woods kids if that’s OK with youOh and marcus and Oliver hate there kids friendshipand try to break it up then reader gets involved and is angry at them both and threats marcus to sleeping on the sofa

The 2nd Task: Hey girl! I’m in love with your imagines honestly and was wondering if you could write an imagine about a fem Hufflepuff reader who is best friends with Cedric and you’ve had a crush on him for a while but never said anything because you think he is in love with Cho. When it comes time for the second task, you are chosen as the person who will be in the Black Lake for him. (You’re a little annoyed and after Cedric wins the task, you’re forced to take pictures for the prophet.) he tries talking to you afterward but you storm off down the dock, argue, and you finally have enough and admit to loving him. (He stares dumbfounded and admits he loves you too and there’s a wee bit of fluff?) I’m trash at requests but thank you much ❤️ Not sure if this was too little or too much

Suitcase:I saw you started doing Harry Potter one shots and had to get in on that. You’re kind of my favorite one shot artist. I’m so glad you’re back. If its ok, I wanted to request a thing with Newt Scamander where maybe the reader has pretty severe anxiety around other people,but is really good with the animals so maybe, after a panic attack he takes reader into his suitcase and shows her around like the Hufflepuff he is. And all the animals love her. She calms down and laughs, seems reallt happy. Maybe a time skip where they’ve been traveling together a while and realize they love each other?

The Hufflepuff: Requested by @lust-for-pan: heyy! love your blog💛 can i pls request something with draco? can reader be a hufflepuff pls? reader is quiet/shy and has a bit of a crush on draco. she accidentally bumps into him and rushes to apologize, he’s about to get mad but stops when she sees her? like he’s taken back by how pretty she is maybe? and tells her it’s fine or something? lol srry i’m in that cliche mood rn. do what you want with the request💛💛💛 thank you

Why is He With Her?: Anonymous asked: Okay, I need some Ron from you please. Instead of Hermione, it’s the reader who gets upset at seeing Ron with Lavender and Ron doesn’t get why she’s so upset until Hermione points it out. Then, when Ron is in the hospital wing, Hermione shoos Lavender away so the reader can have some time alone with him

I Knew All Along: Anonymous asked: Can we get some reader saving Snape because she’s known all along that he was a double agent? And maybe some closure between Snape and Harry?

Yule Ball: Anonymous asked: Hi Meg, can I get a Snape and teacher reader where the reader is a teacher for whatever class you want and she looks a little bit like Lily Evans and he asks her out to the Yule Ball please? (This will be changed a little bit)

Winning Her Heart: Anonymous asked: THANK you for opening requests! Can I ask for young Sirius trying to win heart of Slytherin girl?

Pranking Lockhart: Anonymous asked: Would you write something where the Twins prank Lockhart? Like putting hair dye in his shampoo or something in his tooth paste that turn his teeth into different colours? (Perfect if both of them CHANGE colours so they always clash with his clothes.) As some kind of ‘welcoming’ him to Hogwarts? Sorry if this is not enough to work with.

I’ll Be Your Friend: Anonymous asked: Ooooh Harry Potter! Okay, can I request a Fred Weasley x fem!reader? The reader is a Hufflepuff and muggleborn and really quiet and Pansy picks on her, but Fred cheers her up by getting her to help with a prank?

#wip #current requests

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writing-parker · 5 years

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A Series of Vignettes- Lucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

A Series of Vignettes Summary: It’s not easy, yours and Bucky’s relationship, but no one ever said it would be. These vignettes follow the big and small moments in Bucky and the reader’s relationship, focusing on the events that shape it. Big and small, sweet or angsty (mostly angsty), these stories lay out the moments in time they carved out for themselves in the crazy world they live in. They all take place in the same universe, but haven’t been written in any particular order.

Chapter Summary: A night at a gala gone wrong Warnings: Description of sexual assault (don’t worry, bucky saves the day)

Okay guys, this is my third and final attempt at posting this. I kept posting the wrong draft (i always have like 15) but this is the right one and it’s staying up. Again, i’m sorry if i’ve tagged you 1000 times already. like really sorry. ily. pls dont hate me

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Bucky hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you all night.

Steve and Sam are really trying not to pay it any mind, the way his eyes follow the girl in the green dress, but when he’s so distracted that he runs into a waiter, sending champagne flutes flying to the ground, Sam has to say something.

“Well, you’ve got her attention now.” Sam interrupts Bucky, who is profusely apologizing to the cater waiter. He glances your way.

The commotion has you looking in his direction, a small smile on your face. You send him a little wave. His cheeks are burning red, but he smiles back in your direction.

“What’s gotten into you?” Steve laughs, pulling Bucky away from the mess.

Bucky looks back to you momentarily before throwing Steve an exasperated look, “I’m just- I don’t-”

Sam laughs, full of mirth, “Y/n looks really pretty in that dress.”

Bucky shoots him glare- even though he can’t help but agree. He’d been noticing that you look good in just about everything these days.

But that dress. Bucky had nearly groaned out loud when he first laid eyes on you tonight. Olive green and tight and maybe just a little too short for the fancy event. Not that he was complaining.

“I know.” Bucky responds, “Fuck you.” He retreats to their table, where he intends on staying until it’s finally appropriate to leave.

Sam gives another boisterous laugh before following behind him, Steve in tow.

“Did you know she was going to be here?” Steve asks, trying to catch up with Bucky.

“Is that why you conditioned your hair?” Sam doesn’t skip a beat.

“Leave me alone.” He shoots back at the two men following him.

Sam and Steve both laugh, but quit teasing Bucky. They all sit down at their table. Bucky sighs and looks around. To him, Tony’s parties were insufferable. Much too decadent and over the top. Normally, Bucky didn’t bother with them. But this one was for a good cause.

You and Bucky had been seeing much more of each other, you had developed a sort of routine, he supposed, ever since that first morning you went to the record store together.

Every Sunday he would meet you at the Lorimer stop in Williamsburg, two coffees in hand. Then you would take him to parks, museums, lunch. Sometimes you would take the stairs way up to the roof of his apartment building and listen to the sounds of the city.

Bucky thinks he would do anything with you.

The event was a fundraiser for Stark Impact, the program that you managed. And, for some reason, it was important to you that he was there.

So when, this past Sunday, while he was sitting across from you at your favorite café in the village, you brought up the event he barely let you get the sentence out before he was nodding enthusiastically, that of course he’ll be there.

Now, you look at him sitting next to Sam and Steve, brooding quietly. You’ve barely been able to see him all night, the event turning out to be much more work than you had anticipated. Talking with donors wasn’t your favorite, but these people gave so much money to your program. You really didn’t have a choice.

You want to make your way over to him, put a smile on his face somehow, but a major donor has just come back with another drink for you.

You suppress an eye roll, “Thank you, Mr. Paulson.”

“Please call me Jon, Y/n. I’m not that much older than you.” The man grins.

You had been referring to him as his surname as a professional courtesy, but you don’t correct him.

“Of course, Jon.” You smile and try to change the subject to the vaccination program you would be implementing with your team in Sudan, but he interruptus you.

“Why don’t you let me take you out sometime?” He asks, leaning close, placing a hand on the wall behind you. You can smell the alcohol on his breath and try to step away, but you’re trapped between the wall and his body.

“Oh. Um. That’s really nice, Jon, but no thank you.” You give him a tight lipped smile and try to step away again. He places a hand on your waist. You nearly jolt at his unwelcome touch, but manage to keep yourself under control.

He’s somehow coerced you to standing in a dimly lit corner

“C’mon, it’ll be a good time.” He says suggestively.

You breathe out through your nose and force yourself to smile at him as his hand drifts lower.

“I’m really not interested, Jon. I’m sorry.” Your voice shakes. You feel panic rising in your chest, unsure what to do.

He was a major donor, pledging nearly $500,000 a year to Stark Impact, most of it going directly to your program. If you said something, would he be offended? He was clearly drunk, would he cause a scene?

“Let me show you how much fun we would have. How am I supposed to keep my hands off you in that dress?” He breathes, arm around you possessively, hand that’s not pressed against the wall gripping your ass.

You look around, trying to see if anyone has noticed the unwelcome advances of the man in front of you, but no one seems to be paying much attention.

And what did it really matter? He was a powerful man and you were a girl in a short dress. Who would care anyway?

“Please stop.” You try to push him away, but his grip is too strong. It’s suddenly way too hot in the room. You feel so violated and shameful and out of control.

“Shhh, Y/n. I know you want to.” He whispers and drags his lips down your jaw. His hand migrates up from your backside to paw at your breast.

Tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. Your heart is beating out of control. You don’t know if you want to call out for help or just disappear. You can’t help but wonder what you did to make him think that this was okay. Were you too friendly? Did he mistake your politeness for flirting?

You’re startled by Jon’s weight being pulled from you. You look up to find Bucky shoving Mr. Paulson away so he can stand in front of you.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asks softly.

You don’t have time to move or respond before Jon is grabbing Bucky by the shoulder and saying “Hey, man, we were talking.”

Bucky’s trying to keep himself composed for your sake, really, “Keep your hands off her.” He seethes.

“Please. She liked it.” Jon scoffs.

It’s Bucky’s last straw.

He knocks the other man’s hand off his shoulder before grabbing him by the throat with his Vibranium hand and slamming him against the wall. The sound his head makes when it hits the drywall sounds painful.

The way Mr. Paulson’s eyes widen in fear when he realized it’s the former Winter Solider in front of him is almost comical.

“I swear to God, if you ever touch her again, if you ever even look at her again…” Bucky starts, leaning closer to the man to place his threat. You don’t hear the rest, but the look on the other man’s face tells you enough.

Bucky doesn’t let Mr. Paulson respond. He simply drops his hand and turns to you before wrapping an arm around your middle and guiding you out of one of the exit doors.

You find yourself on an empty balcony, summer air soothing your nerves a little. Bucky drops his arm and turns to face you.

“Are you okay?” Bucky stares down at you, worried.

You wrap your arms around your body, voice small, “I didn’t want him to touch me. I tried to tell him to stop.”

You look so small in front of Bucky right now. So unsure of yourself. He’s never seen you like this.

And Bucky knows who caused that look on your face. Know he’s just through the doors. His fist clenched almost automatically. With a shake of his head he turns back towards the large ballroom where the event is being held.

You reach out and clutch his arm, “Please don’t.” You beg, “Don’t leave me out here alone.”

Bucky sighs and casts a longing glance at the door. He really wanted to break that guy’s nose. But he can’t leave you, not when you asked him like that.

Not that you were making him soft though. Definitely not.

“Okay. It’s okay.” He pulls you into a hug, “I’ve got you.”

His arms around you are exactly what you need in the moment. You melt into him, body sagging into his. With your high heels on, you can hide your face in his neck. You let out a shaky breath.

You don’t know how long you stay like that, wrapped up in his arms.

You do know he smells good, musk and spice and something inherently him. You know your heart is beating fast and you can’t tell if it’s from Bucky’s proximity or the lingering anxiety of the past moments. You know he’s whispering comforting words in your ear and gently running his fingers up and down your back.

It’s almost too much.

“No one’s going to hurt you.” He promises.

“My protector.” You murmur in his ear. You lips brush his neck and he hopes you don’t notice the chill that runs down his spine.

The balcony door opening startles both of you. You hear Tony’s voice before you see him.

“Everything okay out here? Steve said…” He trails off when he sees the two of you.

Bucky stiffens and jerks away from you, not willing to endure Stark’s teasing.

You do the last thing he expects. You reach out for him, not ready or willing to lose the comfort of him holding you. Your hands grasp at whatever they can.

It takes everything in Bucky not to visibly flinch when your hands wrap around his forearm- the Vibranium one- over the sleeve of his suit jacket.

You sidle up to him, pressing your body against his side, under his arm.

Bucky’s just amazed that you don’t look disgusted by the feel of the prosthetic holding you. He hated the arm so much he just figured everyone else must too.

Tony suppresses a smile at the scene in front of him, “What happened?”

You drop your head and stare at your shoes- Tony finding out about any of what happened was quite possibly the last thing you wanted to happen.

Bucky doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he’s telling Tony everything he saw.

“He told her she wanted it because of her dress.” Bucky finishes, seeing red all over again.

Tony’s furious, but he tries his hardest not to show it. “I’ll handle it.” He says before turning towards Happy Hogan, who you hadn’t even realized was there.

“Tony!” You call after him, “You don’t have to make a big deal out of this.”

He ignored you, “Happy, you can escort Mr. Paulson to the exit, and let him know we’ll be wiring back his pledge for this year.”

You reach out to grab Tony’s wrist, pulling away from Bucky, “That’s so much money. It’s really fine. Please don’t-”

“Y/n,” Tony sighs, “Stop.” His expression is unreadable, but his tone is harsh.

You take a step back drop your gaze to your shoes again, tears springing to your eyes, “I’m really sorry.” You say, feeling totally overwhelmed by the whole situation, “I shouldn’t have worn this stupid dress. I-”

Tony’s eyes and voice soften with one look at you, “Stop it, Y/n. This is not your fault. I’m not mad at you.” His hand finds your shoulder, “That type of behavior is not tolerated by Stark Industries in any way. Your clothes are not the problem. He is, okay?”

You nod.

“You could have showed up in a bikini, and it would have still been not okay for him to touch you like that, understood?” Tony emphasizes.

“Yeah.” You nod again.

“You look wonderful tonight,” is the last thing Tony says before the starts to make his way back inside. He pauses for a second when he passes Bucky, “You should have punched him.”

Bucky lets out a terse laugh, but says nothing else

Tony glances between the two of you again before disappearing back to the party.

Neither you nor Bucky know what to do next.

“You do.” Bucky says quietly.

You look at him questioningly.

“Look wonderful.” He rasps, clears his throat. “You look beautiful tonight, Y/n.”

You look down at your dress, crossing your arms over your body, feeling entirely too exposed, “Bucky, I- I don’t- I just want…”

Bucky realized he said the wrong thing and shrugs out of his suit jacket and helps you into it, somehow able to read your mind.

“Thank you,” You whisper, wrapping the jacket around your body.

You stand quietly next you each other for a while, arms brushing, looking out at the city.

“I’ve never seen you like that.” You’re not sure why you say the words.

“Hmm?” He hums, looking down at you inquisitively.

“When you pulled him off of me. I’ve never seen you look so scary.” You finally tear your eyes away from the skyline to meet his, not realizing how close he was. His eyes bore into yours.

“Did I scare you?” He wonders, fidgeting.

“You couldn’t scare me, Bucky Barnes.” You smile softly.

“Well.” He says, shrugging his shoulders, lopsided grin adorning his face.

“What?” You actually giggle, unable to stop yourself from flirting with him.

“You’re my best girl.” He says simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You turn back towards the skyline and so does he, smiles on both of your faces. You lean your head on his shoulder easily.

The two of you stay out there much longer that you should. Bucky likes the way you look in his jacket much more than he should. It makes him feel like it’s 1940 again, makes him want to ask you to go steady. The thought brings a smile to his face.

“What?” You nudge his shoulder. He raises an eyebrow in question, “You have this goofy look on your face.”

“It’s just my face, Y/n. Are you saying my face is goofy?” He teases you lightly.

You laugh, hand falling on his bicep, “I would never, James.” You say, full of false indignance.

Bucky’s heart flutters at your use of his full name, like it always does.

“Never?” He questions.

“Your face is perfectly fine.” You say, because how do you tell him that it looks like his face was carved by gods without sounding obsessed.

“Fine, really?” There’s a glint in his eyes you don’t really recognize. You realize he’s flirting with you and you give him a sly smile.

“Adequate.” You nod.

“You’re a little shit.” He says with a grin

“You like it.” You challenge, squaring up to him and taking a step closer.

And suddenly you’re so close and your eyes are so pretty and you smell so good and for the first time in a long long time he’s thinking that he’s lucky.

I like you. The words are on the tip of his tongue.

He doesn’t say them though, just pulls you close playfully, tickling your sides. You yelp, laughing while you squirm to get away from him. There’s not point though, his strong arms cage you in, pulling you against his body as his playful assault continues.

“This isn’t fair!” You gasp, unable to stop laughing.

And Bucky’s laughing too, torturing you for a few seconds before he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on top of your head.

Catching your breath, you settle into his arms, leaning into him.

“I think the party’s over.” You murmur eventually.

“Hmm.” He hums, not loosening his grip.

“These shoes suck.” You continue, shifting in the uncomfortable heels.

“Really?” He muses, almost to himself, “I like them.” He particularly likes the way they make your legs look, but he keeps that to himself.

“My feet are killing me.” You laugh.

Bucky doesn’t say anything, but a wicked grin forms on his face before he throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing and carries you back through the nearly empty ballroom towards the elevators.

“Stop!” You yell through peals of laughter, squirming to try to get him to drop you.

“You said your feet hurt.” He’s laughing too, having no problems at all with your struggling form.

You give up after a few seconds, dropping your face against his back.

“Hey, Y/n.” You hear from across the room and look up to see Sam, Clint and Natasha laughing at your predicament. They’re each enjoying one last drink as the caterers clean up. You manage a wave before slumping against Bucky’s back again.

He carries you into the elevator, punching in a code to get him to the living quarters, before taking you to the floor he shared with Steve when he first made it back to New York. Two bedrooms on either end, with half a footballs field length between filled with a state of the art kitchen and living room.

He barely spares the space a glance at the space before turning towards his room, kicking it open with a foot and flicking the light on before depositing you on the bed.

You land with a loud laugh, trying to pull him down with you but failing.

You’re on his old bed now, the suit jacket he gave you falling open around the dress he loved so much. It’s ridden up a bit and your chest is heaving with laughter and your hair is splayed across the duvet and it’s doing things to him.

He coughs and turns away from you to subtly adjust himself.

You kick the shoes off your feet and sit up, looking around at the bare walls and minimal furniture.

“This is my old room.” He explains.

“Tony was real quick to clear your shit out when you moved, huh?” You joke.

“I didn’t have anything.” He mumbles.

“Not much for decorating?” You inquire, knowing there’s more to it, but giving him a way out.

“I didn’t even really know who I was or what I liked. I dunno. I have more now.” He’s mumbling by the end, like it’s something to be embarrassed about.

“Well,” You start with a smile, feeling that he doesn’t want to talk more about it, “Should we figure out if you like Lord of the Rings? Because this week at the bar trivia night is Lord of the Rings themed and if I don’t brush up on my knowledge my roommates will kill me.”

He gives you a shy smile, happy you changed the subject, “Let me get you something to change into.”

He rummages around for a few moments before producing an old pair of sweatpants and a t shirt, “The bathroom is just through there.” He nods his head through a door in the far corner of his room.

You retreat to the bathroom, changing quickly before returning to his room to find it empty, his suit folded nicely on the foot of his bed. You gingerly fold his jacket and place it with the other items, putting your dress down next to them as well before exiting his room to look for him.

You emerge from his room, dressed in his clothes that are way too big for you, and all Bucky can think is that you looked just as beautiful now as you did all dressed up for the gala.

He was so fucked.

He asks FRIDAY to start the movie once you settle on the couch. You settle in, reaching for the blanket on the ottoman in front of you and throwing it over both of you.

It’s not long before Frodo and his fellowship have you falling fast asleep. Exhausted and inhibitions down, you lay across the couch, gently resting your head on his lap.

“Is this okay?” You murmur softly.

Bucky responds by carding his fingers through your hair, “Of course, Y/n.”

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He wakes earlier than the sun, a habit he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to break. There’s a warm, unfamiliar weight across his lap and looks down to find you curled up on top of him still. Your willingness to be so vulnerable around him makes him feel warm inside.

A feeling that Bucky was getting used to, now that you were around.

Knowing you’re sound asleep, he takes off his shirt and detaches the prosthetic from his shoulder, leaving the little liner, the bit of Vibranium that covered the remaining limb- exposed. The arm was as lightweight as she could manage, but it still pained him when he wore it too long.

Rubbing the spot where metal meets skin, he makes his way to the kitchen and pours himself a glass of water.

He’s lost in thought about how easily he took you in his arms last night, teased you, flirted like he was a normal man into a pretty girl. He thinks of the way you smiled at him and can’t help but feel hopeful that maybe this has become more than a friendship to you too.

He’s so lost in his daydream he doesn’t hear you approach, but rather is alerted of your presence by your phone clattering on the island. You slide into a stool, eyes still half closed.

He would think it’s cute if he weren’t about to have a full blown anxiety attack. An onslaught of self-deprecating thoughts pop to the front of his head and he can’t bring himself to even look at you.

He can’t stand the feeling of you seeing him like this, less than whole.

“What are you doing up?” He manages to choke out.

“Needed some water.” You gesture to the Brita in his hand, “Guess we had the same idea.”

He all but shoves the pitcher in your hand, trying to get out of the room as fast as he can.

“Woah woah woah,” You call after him, reaching out for him, “What’s up?”

Your face is all concern. Your eyes haven’t even flicked to where his left arm should be.

“Y/n, please.” He angles the left side of his body away from you, cheeks burning red.

And suddenly it clicks in your head that Bucky’s embarrassed to be without his prosthetic in front of you.

“I’ve seen this before, yanno.” You say softly, eyeing where the bit of Vibranium meets his arm, scars marring his shoulder. What he must have gone through makes your heart ache.

“Not like this.” He whispers, still not able to look you in the eye.

“What’s the difference?” You wonder.

He fidgets, finally looking up at you, “I felt so normal last night, Y/n. Like a normal guy with a pretty girl in New York City. I didn’t think once about HYDRA or the Avengers or SHIELD or any of that bullshit noise that’s always in my head. And now you’re seeing me like this-” He gestures to his left shoulder “- and I hate it. I fucking hate it, okay?”

“Okay.” You’re quiet, contemplative, “Why can’t this be normal?”

“Because it’s not.” He turns away to look out the kitchen window, where the sun is finally starting to rise. “It’s not. I’m not normal.”

You move to stand next to him, gazing out of the window as well. The city starts to come alive below you.

“It could be our normal.” You say so lowly that if it weren’t for his enhanced hearing he would have missed it.

Bucky sighs your name and pulls his gaze away from the sunrise, “Is that what you want?” He asks, feeling like there was no way you could ever want a partial man.

Your eyes meet his and you say with certainty, “Yes.”

One simple word and all the self-deprecating thoughts are pushed back to the dark recesses of his mind. It takes everything in him to keep his expression relatively neutral, because he’s sure he’d be absolutely beaming if he didn’t keep in check.

You turn so you’re fully facing him now, morning illuminating his features and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him in this light. He’s so beautiful but you don’t have the words to tell him that so you settle for reaching up and tracing your fingers down his jaw. His neck. His collar bones and across to his shoulder, running your fingers over the scars.

“Please don’t.” He begs quietly, desperately.

“Okay.” You whisper. You don’t look offended or frustrated with him, eyes full of understanding.

“I’m working on it.” He promises.

“We can take our time.” You remind him.

You both turn towards the east facing windows, watching the sun slowly rise over Brooklyn and the East River. Your hands brush.

A fleeing thought from the previous night pops back to the front of his mind.

Lucky. He was definitely lucky.

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bucky-at-bedtime · 6 years

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Stuck

Summary: You and Bucky get stuck together when his arm malfunctions

Pairing: Bucky x reader (because when do I write anything else, evidently)

Warnings: fluff. Fluffy fluff.

Words: 3000

A/n: I wrote more fluff because why the hell not?? It’s also longer than most of my fics and I’m pretty proud. Give me feedback pls!?!? Thanks, @movie-dates-and-choccy-shakes for convincing me to post this 💛💛

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It was all calculated. Fast fists flying through the air, grabbing, kicking, pulling. You felt yourself falling and twisted, catching yourself and using the leverage to swing your legs out. He fell, but was up too quickly and threw a jab, missing your shoulder as you ducked and spun underneath, throwing your elbow into his stomach.

It was a Saturday afternoon and the compound was almost completely empty - all that remained were a few of the Avengers who had nothing better to do on a weekend, thus including you and Bucky, who were seemingly two of the most anti-social people in the entire world. You decided to spend a few hours training - usually a fun way to pass the time.

Short puffs of air escaped his lungs and you felt your own chest tightening with the effort. Your heartbeat seemed to pulse throughout your entire body. You could feel it in your fingertips. But you kept pushing.

He reached around your body, pulling you towards him, his metal hand tightening around your wrist as he prepared to throw you on to the padded ground. You braced yourself for impact - the ground may have been padded, but you still ended up with bruises after every training session. But the move never hit. You twisted, his arms were still gripping your body tightly, but you managed to see his face. His eyebrows were drawn together in confusion and his mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure what.

“You alright, dude? You forget how to fight or something?” The music that had been pumping in the gym muted itself immediately at the sound of your voice, and you shot Bucky a quizzical look.

“I–” he stopped, his arms releasing you but his metal hand remained tightly around your right wrist. He continued to stare blankly at his hand, or your wrist, or both, and you gently tried to shake him off. “I’m stuck” he finally mumbled, sounding confused by his own words.

“You’re gonna have to clarify what you mean, Buck.” You furrowed your eyebrows and stared up at him expectantly, but he just kept looking at the point of connection between the two of you. “Stuck with what? D’you need help with a move? Are you–”

Your eyes widened in realisation and he finally pulled his stare from his hand, meeting your eyes as panic filled them. “You're stuck on my arm?!” you exclaimed, shaking your arm vigorously in a week attempt to get him off.

His cool fingers remained unmoved, still tight around your wrist. His eyes flickered down and then back up again, going back and forth for a few seconds as your other hand came up to try and pry the metal away. You couldn’t be stuck to Bucky - not now. You were just starting to get over the frankly ridiculous schoolyard crush you had on the man, and this level of closeness for an extended period of time, would not be helpful in your cause.

“You– Can you slip your hand out?” he asked timidly. His flesh hand was clenching and unclenching subconsciously as he tried to make the metal hand listen. His eyes were full of regret and you knew this was causing horrible thoughts to arise from his past. You needed to get his arm fixed.

“Not without breaking my thumb.” you gripped his metal wrist with your free hand and you could feel the metal plates twitching. You pulled his wrist back as you pulled your own arm towards you, but it just caused a mild ache and even more frustration.

“What do you usually do when it does this?” you grumbled, throwing your free hand up in exasperation.

“This hasn’t happened before - but usually Tony does all the work on my arm,” he muttered, looking helplessly at the ground.

“Tony,” you stated. “Of course. Let’s go.”

You surged towards the edge of the boxing ring, quickly ducking underneath the ropes, but realising the error in your ways when you jolted to a halt, Bucky’s arm pulling back against your skin. Somehow, in your haste to get to Tony’s workroom, you had tangled your’s and Bucky’s arm around the ropes of the boxing ring.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled to yourself. You saw the first signs of a smile twist onto Bucky’s lips and rolled your eyes in amusement. “Ok, d’you reckon Tony would mind if I cut these freaking ropes?”

You heard the chuckle escaping Bucky’s lips and looked up at him, allowing your own smile to reach your face.

“Just… here you crouch down and I’ll–” He maneuvered himself underneath a few ropes and you blinked in slight disbelief when he stood up straight, somehow escaping the horrible trap of stretchy rope. “There we go,” he mumbled, and began to walk towards the exit.

You chuckled lightly, following along and smiling at how this looked - almost as if he was holding your hand as you wandered through the nearly-empty halls. You felt your heart swell at even the thought, and internally groaned at the feeling. You really needed to get him off you.

When you reached the door of Tony’s workshop, Bucky pushed it open, only to find darkness clouding the benches and a stillness that could only mean one thing - Tony isn’t here.

“FRIDAY, Where’s Tony?” you asked the empty room, already dreading the answer - you knew if he wasn’t here, he most likely wasn’t anywhere near the compound.

“Tony is with Miss Pots in Paris, France. He has asked not to be disturbed.”

“France?!” You exclaimed forgetting for a moment that your hand was connected to Bucky’s and attempting to run your hands through your hair.

You turned towards him, an expectant look in your eyes. He looked back at you, eyes once again filled with anguish. “Do you think you could fix it?” you asked gently.

He shook his head, almost imperceptibly. “No– I mean, maybe, but I haven’t…” he trailed off, looking down at the arm with anguish and surveying the faulty plates. You looked up at him, attempting to comfort him with a gentle smile.

He sighed. “I’m scared I’ll do the wrong thing and it’ll… I’m scared I’ll hurt you.” The last words were almost a whisper and his eyes averted down to his shoes, ashamed.

“Ok,” you mumbled, the fingers from your free hand coming up to gently brush against his metal wrist, an attempt at comfort. “Ok, That’s ok, you don’t have to. FRIDAY, when will Tony be back?”

“Tomorrow morning. Shall I let him know you need to see him when he gets back?”

“Yeah, thanks FRIDAY.” You turned back to Bucky. “Alright, I guess we’re just… uh, stuck like this until– until tomorrow morning.”

“I’m sorry, doll,”

There they were, the shivers that run up your spine had become an all-too-familiar feeling when it came to him and as you stared into his eyes, captured by how much emotion was running through the blue of his irises right now.

“I didn’t mean to– god I hate this fuckin’ thing” he mumbled, shaking the metal arm weekly in an attempt to get it to work again.

“It’s alright, Bucky, seriously, we’re basically alone in the compound anyway, we can just– spend the night watching movies and we won’t even notice that we’re literally connected. We’ll probably just do what we were going to do anyway.” You were already pulling him out of the workshop as you spoke, heading towards the kitchen. He followed after you, not that he had a choice, a smile still hidden behind his doubt.

“We’re gonna need snacks. And I swear to god, if you need to pee you can hold it.”

He laughed at that, shaking his head in your direction. “Same goes for you, doll.”

“Deal.”

Moments later, the two of you were sitting close together on a large couch whilst ‘Django: Unchained’ played on a massive screen.

“Woah, this movie is brutal,” he stated, staring at the screen wide-eyed as crazy amounts of blood splattered across the scene.

“You realise what your job is, right?” you asked, amused by his surprise.

“Well, yeah– but I have never seen so much violence in a film. Let alone this much blood. This is just unrealistic.”

“Yeah - because we watch movies for their realism Mr.‘Star Trek: Beyond was the greatest movie ever.’” Your words were laced with sarcasm as you looked over at him, sending a bright smile his way.

“Fair point,” he chuckled.

At that point, you couldn’t help but glance down at his metal fingers, the metal now warm from your skin. If a feeling could echo, that’s what it felt like as your heartbeat rung out against the metal. He shifted slightly on the couch, obviously uncomfortable in his current position - as were you - but you couldn’t exactly lay on opposite sides of the couch right now. You had a situation.

“Ok, look, if we’re gonna be comfortable, I have a feeling we’re gonna need to be uncomfortably close.”

His were slightly wide with the statement, but he nodded gently, looking at you cluelessly.

“If I– If I put–” you gave up on explaining almost immediately, instead just flopping down so that your back was pressed up against his chest and pulling his metal arm so it wrapped around your shoulders, your own arm crossed you chest so that the metal hand was able to rest just below your shoulder.

The cool metal pressed against your shoulders and the back of your neck, sending a shiver through your bones. His body was stiff behind you, like if he moved he would disturb your comfort.

“Sorry, it’s cold I–”

“Buck, it’s okay. Relax.”

It took a few moments, but you finally felt him relax behind you, his body sinking into the plush couch as your body sunk further into him. You knew now, that you had brought this all upon yourself, but with his warm chest pressed up against your back, you knew you weren’t getting over this crush anytime soon.

After all the time you had spent convincing yourself that you couldn’t like Bucky, you simply couldn't, something happened that forces you even closer to the man and your heart takes over again. The thoughts that you had been blocking out for months were all coming back at full-force - his hands on your skin, his eyes on your face, his lips on your own. It was all you could think about and the movie was passing without you even realising time had gone by.

“You okay, doll?” his warm breath hit your ear and you jolted out of your thoughts, blinking rapidly as you turned to look at him.

“Yeah– yeah all good. All good.” You stuttered, shaking your head slightly in an attempt to get him out of your head. You knew it was gonna take more than that, and you bit down on your bottom lip, thinking about how long it was gonna take to get over this little incident.

“You sure? You were like, completely zoned out,” he murmured, his unoccupied fingers reaching up and brushing a hair from your cheek.

You felt your chest tighten as you looked into his concerned eyes, getting lost in the muted blue of his irises. You squeezed your eyes shut for a brief moment, turning back to face the screen as you mumbled a lie; “Yeah, all good.”

It was almost 1am when you found yourself falling asleep. Since then, you and Bucky had somehow maneuvered so that you were spooning, his metal arm still connected to your wrist and lying limply across your waist. ‘Creed,’ one of your favourite movies was playing on the screen, but your eyes were resisting the world of the awake, your heavy eyelids closing in protest of the late hour.

“Sweetheart, we gotta get you to bed.” His breath was warm on your ear again, and you were too drowsy to acknowledge the new nickname that had escaped his lips. You hummed quietly in agreement and he pulled you up, switching the tv off and heading towards the door, leaving a mess of blankets and food wrappers behind.

His metal fingers were still wrapped around your wrist like a vice, but the way he walked closer to you, his shoulder brushing against your own, his face tilted toward you to watch you yawn, a smile spread across his lips - it all felt so real, like maybe he wasn’t stuck, it was just a weird way of holding your hand.

He stopped abruptly when he reached the hallway, his brows suddenly pulled together in an unspoken question. His head jolted to you, and then back down the hallway, and then back to you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“Uhh… your room or my room?” he asked gently, a mild blush spreading across his cheeks at the question.

“Yours is closer,” you mumbled, dragging him down the hall towards his room. You were on a mission to get to bed, and the awkwardness of this situation was not going to stop you.

When you arrived in his room, you immediately crawled under the covers, forcing him to come along with you. A blush was still spread across his cheeks as he attempted to get comfortable, but with his hand clasped around your wrist, it was difficult.

He adjusted a few more times, switching from on his side, to on his back and back again, causing you to let out a giggle at his anguish.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he chuckled, turning to look at you.

You weren’t sure why, but you started to laugh more, the hilarity of this situation bursting from your chest in fits of uncontrollable giggling. It didn’t take long for Bucky to start laughing too, his eyes crinkled in amusement, a huge smile stretched across his face.

You laughed until your stomach hurt, and tears rolled down the side of his face, the darkness of the room lit up with the sound of your amusement. Somehow, you hadn’t realised how funny this was before.

Finally, the laughter ceased, tapering away into gentle smiles as the two of you subconsciously shuffled closer to each other, your hands resting between your bodies. You could feel his breath on your cheeks and watched as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. You couldn’t help but think about how you wished that was your lip. His free hand rested lazily on your hip, his fingers moving gently so you could feel the pressure through your leggings.

“Y’know, I always thought when we slept together it would be different.” Bucky’s voice was almost a whisper, and you snorted in laughter again at his words. His eyes widened innocently at the innuendo and he shook his head immediately. “I didn’t– I didn’t mean… Oh my god.”

“Wait, what did you mean?” your brows pulled together when you looked past the innuendo and still didn’t understand what he was saying. “When we slept together?”

“I- I just meant that– with my arm, I thought…” he trailed off, unsure how to explain what he had said. He hadn’t meant to say it, it just slipped out and suddenly he was regretting it very much. “Can’t control my arm or my mouth” he muttered to himself.

“Bucky, what did you mean?” you asked again, your voice shaking with anticipation – did he want this as much as you did?

“Look, Y/n, I– I don’t know if you can tell… I mean, I don’t know if flirting works the same as it did in the 40s but I–”

It was at that exact moment that his hand came loose, his fingers raised from your wrist, one by one and he watched in relief as your wrist was freed from his grasp. You gasped in relief at the feeling of freedom, rolling onto your back so you could stretch your arm out.

He also rolled away, sitting on the edge of the bed as the arm reset itself, falling to his side whilst each plat individually clicked in and out of place. He tenderly placed a hand over his shoulder, feeling the metal as he unclenched and clenched his fingers, in control once again.

“Thank god,” he mumbled to himself, letting out a shaky sigh of relief.

The room fell silent, and you knew he wasn’t planning on continuing whatever he was trying to say. You stood up, clearing your throat awkwardly and wandering towards the door. “I guess, I’ll uh… head to bed then,” you mumbled, gesturing towards the hallway.

“Um yeah, I guess you should.” He stood up, still avoiding eye contact.

As you turned to walk away, you felt his cool fingers clap around your wrist once more and pull you back towards him.

“I swear to god James Buchanan Barnes if your hand is stu-“

He pressed his lips to yours before you could finish the sentence, pulling you gently back into the room and kicking the door closed. You responded immediately, your hands tangling in his hair as you felt your chest bursting with excitement.

“I meant something like that,” he mumbled as he pulled away, keeping his forehead pressed against yours.

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5 character headcanons - cosima, felix, scott, art, mk, rachel, krystal, adele

i am so sorry if you are on mobile and the read more does not work properly and you see all of this.

you have my deepest apologies.

Send me the name of a character and I will tell you my:

cosima

1. sexuality headcanon: canon says she’s a lesbian, i just wanna say that despite what interviews beforehand said.

and i’ve always had the idea that for a long time she had a complicated relationship with her sexuality. she identified as bi and/or queer for a while and swore off labels for another. like she had been with guys before and they were fun and everything. and the girls she was with were also fun but she was only looking for fun there, too. but now she’s gotten to the point where she’s looking for something more serious than fun. and that led her to realizing that she Loves women way more and way more thoroughly than she likes men (if she even can really call it liking men at all). and so she’s getting comfortable with labels and id’s as a lesbian now.

(i only think that because the two conflicting informations needed to be reconciled in my head.) (i’m not a lesbian so please tell me if this is not cool or something that isn’t part of being one.)

2. otp: coshayphine. they’re just. so good. though i’m kind of dragging myself down a sarcoshayphine hole and there’s #noragrets. (some ragrets, actually. that is so many people and hands and emotions to keep track of.)

3. brotp: if it’s not a sarcoshayphine thing, then sarah. i feel like aside from helena and sarah they’re the closest. and they just care so much for each other that if it didn’t get to a dating level then they would be the bestest of bros.

and if it is sarcoshayphine then charlotte. i’ve already decided that she calls her little buddy (even after charlotte gets taller than her) (which is going to happen).

4. notp: idk? paul? i really hated paul.

5. first headcanon that pops into my head: I Have Too Many.

but i love the idea of her getting a hair cut like this or this (short sides and a floofy curly bit at the top) bc in my head she’s nonbinary. so she’s got this big life change of turning over a new leaf and being free finally and coming to terms with some new identities and she just cuts all her hair off. Symbolism.

6. one way in which I relate to this character: i like science and girls and if they happened at the same time for me i would start coughing up blood too.

7. thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: her seemingly putting her own needs aside and not talking to delphine. like they start and she brings up good points, but delphine is written to be cryptic af so it just seems like she gives up on trying to find out what she wants or working their relationship into something more healthy. and that makes me real uncomfy.8. cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: cinnamon roll!!

The rest are under a cut!!

felix

1. sexuality headcanon: he is gay

2. otp: either him and colin or felony. i just miss tony a whole lot.

3. brotp: sarah. lov thos kids

4. notp: ??? paul. i’m just going to keep saying paul

5. first headcanon that pops into my head: i have it outlined for the post s5 fic that once coshayphine move into their residence that they’re going to keep for the foreseeable future they hang up the painting of cosima. and she hates being the only one with a 5 foot tall painting.

so being a good foster brother-in-law or whatever they are to each other, he paints one of delphine and shay too, because that’s totally what cosima meant!!!! not that she wanted it taken down/put somewhere other than the front room. thanks felix. sure thing cosima, what are foster brother-in-laws for? and he paints delphine naked to make her just a little uncomfortable (one of his favorite past times), but it’s from the shoulders up. so it’s not too weird.

6. one way in which I relate to this character: sarcasm and using gay as a descriptor

7. thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character:season 4. like. i know it worked out in the end. but the fact that he didn’t understand why searching for his ‘real sister’ while there’s life or death situations bothered sarah was like. the worst. and i understand his side too, but like.. did it need to happen Right Then? when evil corporations were stealing and copyrighting genomes??8. cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: cinnamon roll.

scott

1. sexuality headcanon: biromantic asexual!!

2. otp: hellwizard and/or rune wars.

3. brotp: team science mega force

4. notp: just gonna say paul right down the line, for Comedic Effect.

but for a while there were people who were like scott/delphine or scott/cosima and it was. a no from me.

5. first headcanon that pops into my head: has the unfortunate job of first one down to the lab in the morning. he either wakes cosima and delphine up or walks really loudly to alert them that he is there. he is usually someone who likes to start work early, but… he starts coming in later because he’s seen things that he Did Not Want To See. he is unable to make eye contact with cosima for a week after she was going to run to the kitchen to grab breakfast naked but didn’t know he was there. poor guy.

6. one way in which I relate to this character: Uncomfortable Chortling™.

7. thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: Uncomfortable Chortling™.8. cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: cinnamon roll. the purest one. he just really wants to help his bro.

art

1. sexuality headcanon: bi art woulda been cool.

2. otp: safety and happiness. i don’t know what we know about his ex but if it was healthy and loving but just dissolved bc of him working so much then maybe he could reconnect with her?

3. brotp: beth and art 5ever

4. notp: sarah. They Are Friends.

5. first headcanon that pops into my head: is such a good dad. plays dress up and does tea parties and when charlotte is having behavioral problems at school takes the time to talk to her and figures out it’s bc she’s bored and too smart. had to be forced to stop bed time stories bc ‘that’s for babies, dad!!!’ was a little more than heartbroken. is the dad that runs out onto the soccer field when his kid is taken down and appears to be injured. cries openly when he finds out that helena named her son after him.

6. one way in which I relate to this character: Guy Who Just Wants His Friends To Get Their Lives Together But Doesn’t Worry About His Own.

7. thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: in the finale there was this shot of him while he was helping helena give birth. and i think they went too close with a short lens while he was laughing because his face kinda looked distorted. and it was a nice laughing face but the distortion kinda scared me. made me think something bad was about to happen WHICH WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN OKAY8. cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: cinnamon roll

1. sexuality headcanon: asexual aromantic

2. otp: how just so totally alive she still is and how she killed freshanando

3. brotp: nicki? nikki? however you spell her name. and also beth.

4. notp: death. canon.

5. first headcanon that pops into my head: got pretty much all of her money from embezzling and investing. she only embezzled like $2,000 from each corporation, but she was so good at timing and watching the market she’s sitting on several million dollars. but she likes her trailer so she just gives the extra away as it comes in. at least now that she has family to gift it to.

cosima enrolls at University of Toronto and finds the exact amount for her tuition is wired to her account.

delphine needs to buy a whole new wardrobe and rebuild her life and an envelope full of cash is waiting in the mailbox at the comic book store. (not the point right now, but where THE FUCK was she getting her clothes???)

alison is worried about the kids’ college tuition bc of their year of unemployment plus drug dealing and gets a transfer.

sarah takes some time in finding a job and is worried about making a payment on S’s house but then it magically goes away and so does the next one.

etc. etc. and she never runs out of money, but everybody else just thinks she’s being so generous. and they never ask for more, bc god how could you ask for more after gifts like that. and so she just keeps accruing more and more interest so she starts just dumping all this money on charities.

6. one way in which I relate to this character: i really wanna blow frickinanderino up.

7. thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character:i don’t think there was anything... but i don’t really remember much of s4... maybe the driving with the sheep mask on? that was so dangerous and extra.8. cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: cinnamon roll

rachel

1. sexuality headcanon: i’ve been seeing some people talking about lesbian rachel and i can get behind that. like seeing the number of clones showing signs of ‘sexual fluidity’ or whatever the book phrased it as. and she doesn’t want to be like them. so she forces it down to be The Perfect Subject. then later realizes that that made those subjects of more interest to some of the scientists. or she never considered it for herself because they always gave her male monitors so she just didn’t think about it. there’s some angst there.

2. otp: propane.

3. brotp: who was the guy she texted ‘update pls’? bc whoever she felt she could text slang with they must’ve been close.

4. notp: paul, but i mean it this time.

5. first headcanon that pops into my head: go read @sharkodactyl s fic the sun that’s setting in the east.

6. one way in which I relate to this character: is a sucker and would do anything for an authority figure’s approval.

7. thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character:anything to do with ferfuckle. honey. love yourself.8. cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: Problematic. not even fave. i felt for rachel, but it was very cool_motive_still_murder.gif. unlike with other characters who did bad things, her intent was to harm. even if it was misguided revenge against the wrong people. though i am glad that she got out alive and can try to live a life that she actually chooses rather than what is chosen for her.

krystal

1. sexuality headcanon: idk.. maybe pansexual? or she just doesn’t do labels and has a whole speech about it.

2. otp: brie. they even have a canon ship name in kay-bee.

3. brotp: manicures, mimosas, & croissants as described here. but basically krystal, adele, and delphine. they go for brunch, get their nails done, and tipsily validate the everliving fuck out of each other.

4. notp: paul, cuz why not.

5. first headcanon that pops into my head: bc kay-bee is obviously canon... after the incident with brie’s hair krystal is extra careful when she plays with her hair. and she takes extra special but sneaky looks to see if she’s getting any bald spots. in short, she’s worried about her girlfriend and wants to make sure she’s okay.

6. one way in which I relate to this character: does The Most but is dead wrong.

7. thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: the fact that john and graeme didn’t know that she was based on a kroll show bit and accidentally kinda stole her.8. cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: the cinnamoniest of rolls

adele

1. sexuality headcanon: i feel like she is a straight person? she just reminds me of my country relatives who have ‘live, laugh, love’ signs in their homes. idk why.

2. otp: getting help for her drinking problem and getting un disbarred. re barred?

3. brotp: as stated above: manicures, mimosas, & croissants.

4. notp: fuck it. paul.

5. first headcanon that pops into my head: she’s scarily good at video games. she didn’t even realize it until she sat down to play with the kids, at their request, and finds out that she can’t stop winning. the kids then ask her to leave.

6. one way in which I relate to this character: is also very ready to drink at any time.

7. thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character:idk i feel like she was a wholesome addition to clone club. maybe her inability to keep a secret even though everybody told her to not tell.8. cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: cinnamon roll.

#Anonymous #i realized when i got to art that you probably meant just 5 for each of them #but it was too late #long post #very so long post #i didn't know i had opinions about any of this #cosima niehaus #felix dawkins #art bell #scott smith #mk #i refuse to tag her other name #rachel duncan #krystal goderitch #adele i dont know her last name #but i dont think anyones gonna be searching my blog or tumblr for my headcanon post #tbqh #headcanons

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