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APPRECIATION MASTERLIST

A/N: I have NOT written these pieces, this is merely a list of fics that I truly enjoyed so I’m listing them all here - for me to come back to them easily and relive the joy of reading them again, and also for you to have a place where to find wondeful writings. 

Disclaimer: Works listed here include angst, fluff as well as smut, so please, check the warnings (or genre) before you start reading. Also, if some of the authors see this post and wish not to be featured on this list, please shoot me a message and I will remove you swiftly. :) And lastly, I’m unable to list here every single piece of writing I love, however, I will add more as I discover new fabulous stories. Happy reading! 

(Once again, I have NOT written those stories, credits to the authors tagged!)

Fandoms: Band of Brothers, The Pacific, Harry Potter, Bridgerton, Ghostbusters, The Witcher, Tenet, James Bond, The Good Doctor, Shadow and Bone, Sherlock

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Band of Brothers

Just a Crush (Ronald Spiers) by @zim-zam-goddamn​​

The Night We Met (Lewis Nixon) by @shiftysdogtags​​

I’m Home, Baby (George Luz) by @shiftysdogtags​​

Scars (Lewis Nixon) by @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant​​

Lost Your Head (Inside Your Heart) (Ronald Spiers) by @softspeirs​​

Lewis Nixon Drabble by @softspeirs​​

Blockbuster (George Luz) by @cowinnablewar

Stuck With You (Lewis Nixon) by @zim-zam-goddamn​​

Loving You Is a Losing Game (Lewis Nixon) by @alienoresimagines​​

The Pacific

A Million Jungles (Bill “Hoosier” Smith) by @zim-zam-goddamn​

Picture (Hoosier) by @spotofimagines​

Heart Meet Break (Eugene Sledge) by @alienoresimagines​​

Harry Potter

Amortentia (Harry Potter) by @heatherrthorn

Nervous (Harry Potter) by @melmalone​​

In Love With a Downright Git (Fred Weasley) by @cursestothemoon​​

I Hate You (Fred Weasley) by @comfortwriting​

His Girl (Sirius Black) by @siriusmydeer​​

Not Just Friends (Sirius Black) by @siriusmydeer​​

Dance, Baby (Fred Weasley) by @blackwjdow​​

Eavesdropping (George Weasley) by @heatherrthorn

Amortentia (Remus Lupin) by @daninotfound​​

Invisible String (Sirius Black) by @j-amespotter​​

On Air (Ron Weasley) by @ronweasleysgf​​

Fred Weasley Calling You At 2 AM by @henqtic​​

Nightmares (Harry Potter) by @jamcspotters​​

Best Mates (James Potter) by @sunrisefairy​​

Young Love (George Weasley) by @milkiane​​

Evening Visits (Cedric Diggory) by @ronsonlywhore​​

Best Friend’s Brother (George Weasley) by @comfortwriting​​

A 100 Years of Love (James Potter) by @harrytpotter​​

Flustered (Harry Potter) by @acosmis-t​​

Charlie Weasley Oneshot by @sunrisefairy​​

I Never Planned On You (Charlie Weasley) by @rcwena​​

The Fall (Harry Potter) by @zodiyack​​

A Glass Too Much… (Sirius Black) by @pregnant-piggy​​

More Than Just a Stupid Rivalry (Harry Potter) by @milkiane​​

If It Wasn’t For You Meddling Kids (Remus Lupin) by @writesowhatnext​​

No Sleep Till New Year (Sirius Black) by @jamesmydeer​​​

Not Really Mine (Draco Malfoy) by @gobletofweasleys​​

Act Like a Gryffindor (Fred Weasley) by @hp-imagines-07​​

Last Chances (George Weasley) by @sunrisefairy​​

Finding a True Love’s Kiss (Fred Weasley) by @rekrappeter​​

Fifth Time’s the Charm (Harry Potter) by @coffee–writes​​

Two Can Play At This Game (George Weasley) by @harrysweasleys​​

“Just Friends” (Fred Weasley) by @whack-ed​​

Bridgerton

London Boy (Benedict Bridgerton) by @nelleicrain​

Words To Be Said (Benedict Bridgerton) by @kirascottage​

The Duel (Benedict Bridgerton) by @writeroutoftime​

So, This Is Love (Colin Bridgerton) by @anthonysharmaa​

Seeing Benedict Again After a Long Time Would Include by @writeroutoftime​

Illicit Affairs (Anthony Bridgerton) by @marwritesgood​​

Benedict Bridgerton (perfect!) writing by @hvproductions​​

She’s a Lady (Benedict Bridgerton) by @anthonysharmaa​​

Stolen Ribbons and Secret Smiles (Anthony Bridgerton) by @writeroutoftime​​

Wrongly Courted (Anthony Bridgerton) by @shelby-love​​

Marriage Is an Economical Proposition (Benedict Bridgerton) by @ynbridgerton​​

Portrait (Benedict Bridgerton) by @ijustwant2write​​

Benedict Bridgerton fluff (by @strawberriescherrieskiwi​​)

City of Stars (Benedict Bridgerton) by @anthonysharmaa​​

Benedict Bridgerton fluff by @starryeyedstories​​

Gamble (Anthony Bridgerton) by @butterflybuckethat​​

Benedict Bridgerton smut by @pinkandblueblurbs​​

Of Second Sons and First Loves (pt.1) and Of Second Encounters and First Kisses (Benedict Bridgerton) by @starryeyedstories​​

The One That Got Away (Colin Bridgerton) by @anthonysharmaa​​

I Love You As One Loves Certain Obscure Things (Benedict Bridgerton) by @letterstotheflre​​

My Heart, My Future (Benedict Bridgerton) by @make-me-imagine​​​

Saving Face (Benedict Bridgerton) by @noellawrites​​​

Bickering (Anthony Bridgerton) by @ijustwant2write​​​

None of Them Were Me (Anthony Bridgerton) by @goldfearless​​​

Distractions (Anthony Bridgerton) by @peterpparkrr​

Ghostbusters

Yes, He Quite Enjoyed Your Company (Egon Spengler) by @eebydeebyderby​​

The Witcher

War of Hearts (Geralt of Rivia) by @milliedazzledust​

Artistic Reimagining (Geralt of Rivia) by @certifiedskywalker​

Wicked Games (Geralt of Rivia) by @milliedazzledust​​

In The Rain (Jaskier) by @imagine-nation20​

Dumbassery (Geralt of Rivia) by @carryonmywaywardbucky​​​

Tenet

Favorite Color (Neil) by @chellestrash​​

Inside Out (Neil) by @neutron-stars-collision​​

Warmth (Ives) by @chellestrash​​

James Bond 

Imagine Q having a crush on you, his new co-worker (Quartermaster) by @silence-burns​​

Imagine Dating Quartermaster (Quartermaster) by @silence-burns​​

Improper Attire (Quartermaster) by @yespolkadotkitty​​

The Good Doctor

Elevator Kisses (Neil Melendez) by @harvestleaves​​

Almost Gone (Neil Melendez) by @specialagentlokitty​​

Completely and Utterly Caught Off Guard (Neil Melendez) by @maximoff-pan​​

Neil Melendez angst + fluff by @imagine-a-fangirl​​

Hurt (Neil Melendez) by @chiefdirector​​

Pain (Neil Melendez) by @chiefdirector​​

Shadow & Bone, Six of Crows

Doors (Nikolai Lantsov) by @anordinarymuse​

Jesper Fahey Headcannons by @for-bebbanburg​​

​Jealousy (Jesper Fahey) by @for-bebbanburg​​

Helped (Mal Oretsev) by @anordinarymuse​​

My King, My Queen (Nikolai Lantsov) by @for-bebbanburg​​

Kaz Oneshot by @swanimagines​​

Place Your Bets (Kaz Brekker) by @for-bebbanburg​​

What Are You? (Mal Oretsev) by @readingslumpfanfic​​

Sherlock

Touch Starved (Sherlock) by @starks-hero​​

Inglourious Basterds

​Fireside Reveals (Aldo Raine) by @darling-i-read-it​​

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Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Summary: You had always loved him, would always do, however, did the oldest Bridgerton brother still like you after all that had happened between you? Are there any feelings that come back to the surface, after not seeing each other for years? Was the love truly unrequited?

Part 1

Unrequited

You lurked in the very corner of Lady Danbury‘s ball, trying your very best not to be noticed by anyone.

It was a wonder that no one had yet, but you supposed many people hat already forgotten you, it had been years since you last had been there.

Additionally, you were more than happy no one had talked to you, more than happy that the Queen hadn‘t noticed you and the most happy that you had yet to see the Bridgertons.

Your hopes had been high that they just wouldn‘t appear, but Lady Danbury made it very clear that she had invited everyone, so your foolish hopes had vanished as quickly as they had appeared.

You sipped at your drink and watched as the Ladies and Gentlemen moved around each other so smoothly and elegantly, that you could only admire them.

You had always loved dancing, rather watch people dance. You knew that many couples did not marry for love, but you could not help but watch those who were truly in love with each other.

You could tell by how they were dancing. Those who were in love did not try to keep a distance, did not look down to see if they were dancing right.

No, they were so caught up on looking into each other‘s eyes that they forgot everything that was going on around them.

They were moving as one.

Those were the ones you loved watching, they were rare, but when you saw such a couple you could not leave your eyes off of them.

You supposed that was the way you had always looked at Anthony on the rare occasions you had convinced him to dance with you.

However, he had most likely never looked at you that way back.

You quickly shook your head, adverting your eyes from the couple you had been watching when you had heard a cough next to you.

You turned around to be met by sparking green eyes and blonde hair. The man was handsome, there was no doubt, and he was smiling down at you.

You almost let out a breath of relief that he wasn’t anyone you had already known.

“Apologies, your mind seems to have wandered.”, he looked at the couple you, too, had been looking at.

“Oh yes, they are dancing so beautifully, I just have begun to stare.”, you admired them once more.

The Gentlemen nodded his head. “They look absolutely enamored by each other.”, he agreed. “I have not seen you here last season.”

You fully turned to him and offered him a smile. “I returned from the countryside for this season. I used to live with my aunt there.”, you answered him, then told him your name and apologized for doing it so late.

You had no means to marry without any love in it, you did not even want to marry yet, however, your aunt did not want to provide for you any longer and wanted you to marry someone rich and noble for her liking.

You did not want that, you were surely not ready for marriage, but you could only agree. She was the one where you lived and you practically had no other choice than attend this season.

That is why you stood alone in the corner, trying to be as invisible as possible so you did not have to marry just yet. You did not even want to know anyone, your heart had and would always belong to one person.

“I’m Prince Friedrich.”

As soon as those words went out of his mouth, your eyes widened. That man standing in front of you was, in fact, a prince and on top of that probably related to the Queen of England herself.

Now that you looked around, you noticed the women looking at you and the prince intensely, jealousy written all over their faces.

“Apologies, your Highness, I did not know, though it is delightful to see you here.”

The prince held out his hand for you. “You would make it up for it if you would give me the honor to be your first dance.”

You were more than surprised that he would ask you, nevertheless, you gladly took his hand at the right moment as the music began.

You had not danced for some time, but the prince led you to the dance floor and throughout the start of the dance.

You managed to move around him smoothly, not once stepping on his feet. That, you were most definitely proud of. “Would you allow me to know where you come from?”, you asked as he turned you around.

“Prussia. It has attractions, to be sure, and is very beautiful, however, I attended school here in England and there is no better place to live.”, he stated.

“I always wanted to learn German, I think people are underestimating the beauty of the language. Unfortunately, I’m more into romance than Germanic languages, with the exception of English, of course.”

The prince grinned at your answer. “Then I shall teach you some German if you spare me some of your precious time.”

You had not intended to speak to anyone, especially any men, that evening. However, you could not have declined a dance and as you had spoken to the prince, you had become to the conclusion that he was a precious person by all means.

“I would be delighted.”

The Bridgerton family had just arrived at the ball and Anthony seemed to already be bored by everything. He had no intentions to marry this season yet.

While no one understood why, his mother and siblings understood perfectly well. Anthony’s heart had only ever belonged to one person and he could simply not let go of that person, not for another season, probably never truly.

However, his sister Eloise was to be married this season, and as the protective brother he was, Anthony already kept on eye open for anyone suitable for her.

Eloise, her arm linked with Benedict’s, looked at the dance floor in disgust. She could most definitely not dance that good; would not dance that good.

She did truly not want to dance at all. “Is there anyone who had caught your eye?”, Benedict wanted to know, the humor evident in his voice.

Eliose really wanted to smack her older brother, however, she just nudged him lightly. “I’m just observing.”, she grinned at her brother. “I have heard the prince is attending again. After what happened with Daphne, I want to see how this continues.”

Benedict rose an eyebrow. “You want to have the prince?”, to what Eliose almost chocked on her own spit. “That was not in the slightest what I have been saying-“, her eyes landed on said man on the dance floor, whose eyes were focused on the Lady in his arms.

“Well, well, he seems to already have found a match.”, Benedict shrugged. “No prince for you this season.”, he continued walking when the Lady turned around.

Eloise‘s heart stopped when she saw the women. “Wha-“, she tried to rub her eyes, trying to see if she was dreaming. “Come on we need to-“, Benedict followed his sister’s sight before he stopped abruptly.

There were you, more beautiful than Eliose had in mind, dancing with the very prince of Prussia and laughing at something he had just said. “Shit.”

“Eloise!”, her mother called from afar, but then Benedict joined in. “Yeah, well, shit.”, to which Violet Bridgerton just shook her head and kept on walking as quickly as possible.

Eloise turned to Benedict. “You are seeing this, too, right?”, she was still convinced that she was dreaming. “I am indeed.”

“We definitely need to distract Anthony before he sees-“, Eloise was interrupted as said man walked up behind her, a drink in his hands. Eloise’s eyes shot up and she tried to catch the viscount’s attention. “Well, before you see the- uh- the stain on my dress, we shall better go to mama.”, Eloise led him to the very opposite of the dance floor.

“I have heard the prince is here too, wouldn’t he be a good match?”, he turned around, trying to search for him admits the people, but Eloise quickly caught his attention again.

“The one Daphne almost got proposed by? I wouldn’t think that is a good idea, what about-“

Anthony’s attention was drawn to the dance floor, not getting distracted by Eloise and trying to search for the prince. When he saw him dancing with another Lady, he sighed. “Well Eloise, he really does look at that woman way too intensely, what about-“

Something about how the woman moved, something about the woman’s hair and body, something looked so very familiar. Anthony would have seen you from miles away, but his mind would not allow him to wander to those unrealistic thoughts that could never be true-

The music stopped and with it Anthony’s heart.

The woman had turned around and her face could be seen.

Anthony saw you, the person he had on his mind all day long, dreamed about, standing there in the same room as him.

He shook his head a few times, thinking his brain once again played games with him. Nevertheless, when you did not disappear, his heart felt heavy in his chest as reality sank in.

No background voices could be heard, only the muffles pleads of Eloise.

You were truly standing there, more beautiful than he had remembered you to be, wearing the most exquisite dress he had ever seen. A smile was plastered on your face and he just ached to touch you- to see if you were really real. Your hair looked so beautiful, your eyes shining like he had dreamed them to.

Real reality sunk in when he realized the smile playing on your lips was not directed to him, but to the prince. You were the woman dancing with him, those were the prince’s hands on your waist.

He should not be feeling this way, but he could not bare anyone else’s hands on you. He could not bare watching you laugh at anyone else like you had used to laugh at him.

Rage overtook him way to quickly and as he stepped forward, he was instantly held back by the strong arms of his younger brother.

Anthony could only heart the heavy beating of his heart pounding in his chest, but when Benedict, he tried to steady his breath and listen.

“We shall not make a scene, brother. He is the prince.”

Anthony shook his head. “No, we shall. He is not in the slightest bit good enough for her. And he will not touch her-“

“Anthony, calm down, I know how much she meant to you, but you cannot protect her from everything.”

“Did you know about all of this?”, Anthony asked angrily.

“We did not, but she won’t forgive you if you beat up the prince right now!”, Eloise interrupted.

Anthony clenched his jaw as he watched you being led away by the prince, but he stayed still for a few seconds, Benedict’s grip loosening.

As he heard your laughter echo across the room, he ripped himself off Benedict’s arms and stormed into your direction.

A/n: well, well, well, I did not expect my Prologue to get so many likes and I am most thankful for it. This story will be a short story (only a few chapters at last, however, I will write many many one shots for Anthony Bridgerton or for any other fandom, so just request and I will try my very best to write them all! (Link in Bio) I’d like to know how you all like my writing and what I should improve! (You can say anything, my heart won’t shatter, so please be brutally honest!) I’m kinda new to this whole tumblr thing, but just comment and you’ll be added to a tag list!

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If Mj dies, that’s fine. Farewell.

If may dies, I’m boycotting the movie. I will literally be shaking and crying in the movies. Sending my Therapist bill to Tom Holland himself.

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sharpay was right: this is not what i want. this is not what i planned. and i just gotta say. i Do Not understand

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As It Was, Baby

— Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader — Summary: Living right across from James Barnes was certainly an experience, but a much different one than most people expect. A neighbor who is respectful, funny and brings you food every now and then is any girl’s dream. Too bad you’re only his neighbor and nothing else. Or, at least, that’s what you thought. One stormy night changes everything and discovering that you mean more to the Sargent than you expected has life-altering consequences. — Word count: 4.4k — A/n: if you enjoy, feedback is appreciated & highly encouraged. mistakes/errors might be here, let me know if you find any.

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The storm leaves more behind than just broken trees and a broken power generator.

Waking up with Bucky’s entire body intertwined in yours crumbles any resolve you previously had at pretending your feelings were temporary.

The realization which hit you before you fell asleep comes back to you like a brick—”I’m in love with him.”

You breathe in deep, feeling the weight of James’s body on yours, trying your best not to wake him with the sound of your heart breaking and putting itself back together.

You were in love with your neighbor and friend, and from now on, that was your burden to carry.

There was enough on James's plate without taking into account the feelings of someone he saw as a friend—someone he trusted, opened himself up to.

I will not make this his problem. I won't harm the good thing we have.

It's easier thinking than doing it, especially when he's such a warm presence.

James had slept over at your place before multiple times—your couch might've been familiar with his warmth and octopus arms and legs, but your body was not.

Holding yourself to not thread your fingers through his hair is harder than you remembered.

He's sleeping so soundly and peacefully that you stand still, frozen under his arms pinning you to the bed. His chest is pressed against your back and his arm is tightly wrapped around your waist, right under your breasts, and you wonder if mortification will kill you when he wakes up and realizes how fast your heart is beating or whether there's a way to escape his super-human perceptions early in the morning.

To your luck, James wakes up like a sloth.

An adorable, tired baby sloth who stirs and stretches his limbs before he even opens his eyes.

With your body free from his hold and him untangling himself, you're able to turn around and catch a glimpse of his morning face.

His blue eyes look like a cloudy day in the morning.

There's another detail for your cataloged list of "beautiful things about Buck that I keep to myself".

You tuck the knowledge under your heart where his hands were only a few moments ago, then smile at him, equally as sleepy.

"I gotta pee," you blurt out before dashing out of the bed towards your bedroom.

Behind you, you can hear James chuckling and still turning around in your bed.

In the bathroom, you go through your morning routine, as usual, mind still stuck on the man lying in your bed.

James is in your bed.

Fuck.

You can do this, you think.

All your concerns spilled between you and your reflection are in vain; when you’re done with your skincare routine and your hair is neatly tied up, you walk towards the kitchen with tentative opens only to find James and the sweet smell of breakfast eggs.

He turns around at the sight of you and smiles brightly with a shy tilt. “Can you handle this for a sec?” he gestures to the spatula and the eggs.

Your anxious thoughts dissipate into a cloud of mist, and you walk closer to him. “Mhm.”

James knows you’re not the most talkative during mornings, so he takes the hum for the of course, darling that it is and moves in hurried steps towards your bathroom.

When he comes back, you’re already playing the scrambled eggs.

“You remember how I like them,” he says in a fond tone.

His voice is raspy and even lower in the mornings. The newfound knowledge makes its way home to you. “Same as me,” you say.

Breakfast goes without a hitch, with you two eating facing each other and sharing a private smile every now and then.

Some of your candles from the previous night were scented ones and the remains of it are the wax on the plates and the faint smell of citrus and vanilla still hanging in the air.

“You slept okay?” James asks you when he gets up to grab you both some juice.

“Like a baby.” One that was wrapped in the most loving arms. You send him one of your best eye smiles. “You?” you ask back.

“Same.” He pours you both the drink and sits down again with a content sigh. “I don’t think I’ve slept that well in a while, actually,” he adds like an afterthought, humming pleasedly.

It’s impossible to miss the way the top of his cheeks gains a little color at the words. There’s enough morning sunlight streaming through your kitchen for you to see it, and you’re thankful the storm is gone.

“Good,” you say.

“Good, he echoes, smiling growing larger.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but his phone starts ringing inside his jacket which is on the back of his chair, so he lifts his finger up as an ‘excuse me’ and answers the call.

“Good morning, Shuri.” His smile is still sleepy, and you take a second to appreciate the lines in the corner of his eyes. “Yes, I’m feeling better.” There’s a pause. “No, the light didn’t come back.” Another one, in which James eats the last fork of scrambled eggs. “You’re not very coy when asking for things, you know? Yes. Yes, Shuri, No, I didn’t forget.” With a pointed look to you, James’s next shy smile is enough to make you smile want to giggle. “Yes, I’m at her place.” James sighs dramatically. “Shuri says hello.”

“Hiiii Shuri,” you say loud enough for the girl to hear.

You love the way he smiles when he’s close to people he likes. Not for the first time, you wonder how he must’ve been around like Steve Rogers.

“She says ‘thank you for taking care of the lost pup’,” James directs at you, and without waiting for your response, he turns back to Shuri. “There’s nothing about me that resembles a pup. Where’s that Shuri that used to call me Sargent and be nice to me?” Amused, you watch as he hums and nods to whatever Shuri says on the other side before finally adding. “Okay, you do that. Take care, too. Bye, little one.”

When the two of you were first becoming friends, you remember watching as James had his first video call with the young girl from Wakanda when he was helping you with dinner on a Sunday.

He had hung up and confessed with the same face as he picked up the phone this morning, “That’s Shuri. She designed the arm I have now, back when I was in Wakanda. She, uhm—“ Bucky had laughed then, properly laughed for the first time with his whole chest. “She called me a broken white boy, and when I started the healing with Na’ki, Shuri teased me and made me smile whenever I had a bad or hard session. She became like a little sister to me after a while.”

You had listened intently, absorbing the way James looked a lot more like a young man when laughing about than he ever had before in front of your eyes.

“She still calls me to annoy me every now and then and I check on the Princess, too, when I can.” He also told you. “She’s too bright for her own good and all that big brain can be a burden, at times.” He has shrugged. “Being Princess ain’t a cake wake, either.”

Looking back on it, that had been the day after the snowstorm of the winter. The first winter you spent with James in the building, and the morning that followed the Christmas storm had James in you in the kitchen baking cookies, sharing eggnog strong enough to draw confessions out of you and out of him, too.

You pictured it perfectly when he spoke of her.

You saw younger Bucky with his younger sisters, teasing the hell outta them and teaching them all about the stars, too.

When James leaves that morning, it’s with a hug a little longer than usual.

“Thanks.” The whisper is soft against your exposed shoulders, and you fight against a shiver.

“You’re always welcome here.”

The feeling James’s absence evoked in you was a familiar one.

The best part about truly knowing him was that James was familiar.

Once you got to know the true nerd hidden underneath the Sargent persona he carried around him like his personal shield, all his patterns, idiosyncrasies and nose scrunches became quite predictable.

Familiar.

Like home.

After nights as intense and personal as the one you two shared, it was common for him to retract for a little while into his bubble.

Now you knew it was nothing personal, but it did leave you feeling confused and a little lost the first two times it happened.

"I'm still getting used to doing—this. Having friends and talking things out and being... open. I'm sorry if I'm a dick sometimes." He said the first time it happened.

It was the first pie you ever got.

"Here." He pushed the pack in your direction a little awkwardly, and the first thing you notice was the logo of your favorite bakery. "It always smells like these in here when you wake up extra happy in the weekends, so..." He had trailed off, and when your silence stretched for a heartbeat too long, his ears had went even redder and he stuttered. "Super-senses. Fuck, is that creepy? I'm sorry if it's a little weird that I know—"

"James."

"Yes?" he sucked in a sharp breath, and you had smiled at him, opening the door even further.

"Grab the plates. We're watching My Neighbor Totoro," you stated, more of a demand than anything else.

He had smiled, relieved, then obediently ushered inside and made himself comfortable in your home again.

The first time you two had a misunderstanding and it edged into a fight, James had spent two weeks without speaking to you.

(Horrible, sleepless, restless, and hurtful weeks. James was stubborn and unfortunately, so were you.)

It took your sleep-deprived ass clashing with a hormonal, pre-cycled shitty day for you to knock on his door and demand him to speak to you again.

Of course, you two had cried like two idiots when James's first words were, "I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore," and you had seen in the bags under his eyes that he was really struggling to re-learn that he was as important as people let on.

Like a baby duck, treading on icy waters.

(Yes, you had made him watch Bambi. You had made the comparison, pointing at the screen and telling him 'this is you learning how to deal with your feelings again instead' and when his shocked gaze fell on you, laughter erupted from both of your chests at the same time.

You knew how important it was to bring some light and giggles to the dark parts of your soul, too.

James was healing, and that was un-linear and tricky, and at times, it was beautiful, too, if he let it be.)

Your best friend Molly likes teasing that your pining is worthy enough to be found in lost Austen pages, but you're proud to say that you function well even when harboring unrequited feelings for your sexy, out-of-this-world neighbor.

Life runs, whether James is by your side or not.

During the days where he doesn't drop by, your communication with him is limited to texts and quick face-time calls when he doesn't have time to type;

He calls to inform you he's going to Prague with Sam and isn't aware of when he'll be back, and the call leaves you both amused and confused.

"—but yeah, I should be back until the weekend," he said. In the background, the voice of overlapping conversations between men you don't know doesn't go unnoticed.

"Kay." You've grown accustomed to his missions, even if your heart seems to leave with him every time. "Want me to take care of Alp, right?"

"Please," he gives you a square smile.

"You got it." With a cocky shrug, you add. "You know this is why he obeys me more than you, right? I'm basically his step-mom."

To your surprise, James rolls his eyes with delight, and grinning, he says like it's nothing. "Don't sell yourself short. You remember to buy his food more often than I do at this point. You can call yourself his mom."

Surprised laughter comes out of you. "You're not wrong, there."

"Don't let him claw my couch, please," James adds, and it sounds both resigned and pouty.

"He only does that when Sam's around."

"I heard and resent that!" Sam's voice comes from somewhere to James's right.

"Let me go before this becomes an owl situation," says James, knowing how much Sam loves using him as an intermediate. It's a shared trait among his friends, you tell. He's about to say something when a frown takes over his face and he looks around your screen. "Wait, did you come out of a lecture to pick up my call?"

You frown back. "Course I did." You thought that was obvious. "It could be urgent."

James narrows his eyes. "Go back to class, Y/n." The corner of his mouth lifts up in a smile. "I'm sorry for the interruption."

Rolling your eyes, you get up from the bench. "Bye. Take care, come back in one piece, yadda yadda."

"Wow. I can feel the tenderness," he chuckles. "Love you," he adds, too lightly to be an afterthought.

Your chest clenches. The words were first spoken to you when he went on a mission and his reasoning had been that 'I have a dangerous job, I think a lot about the last things I say to people. Is that okay?'

It was more than okay.

"Love you too," you whispered, smiling back. "Tell Sam I love him and take care."

"Will do," and he hung up with a sharp and military nod, plus the wink you loved so much.

Two other days went by, this time with no silly texts or random calls, but thankfully, this time, you didn't have to wait too long to hear and see him again.

Thanks to Sam, as soon as the mission is over, James and you are back under the same roof.

Only four days later after the storm incident, you're invited (summoned, almost) to dinner.

Thanks to a silent blessing of the gods, it's yet another Saturday night, minus the pouring rain and strong gushes of wind when James and Sam's tired frames drag themselves into the building.

You're inside our apartment with Molly, both of you hunched over textbooks, the smell of pizza leftovers and wine lingering in the air when the boisterous voice of Sam trails down the hallway.

"Y/N!"

Both you and Molly glance up at each other. You have a slice of pizza half hanging out of your mouth and she has the (destroyed) cap of a pen between her teeth, and immediately you two recognize the voice.

"Is that him?" she asks in a squeaky voice, knowing well enough the answer.

Right. Molly's crush on Sam could likely rival your pining days over James.

You lift one eyebrow as a response, and understanding Y/n language perfectly, she groans. You know it, baby.

It takes four steps for you to cross the couch, eat the rest of the pizza and open your door.

Sam is walking out of the elevator with James trailing right next to him, his right hand gently tucked against his side.

Bruised.

Again.

"Is he injured?" you ask with a sigh.

Sam waves his hands dismissively. "Just a broken rib. It's been looked at and it's healing, and unfortunately, it is kind of my fault." Sam reaches the front of your door and takes one of your arms between his hands to cup your hand between his. "He was saving me if it makes it any better," he adds with a sheepish grin. With a glance inside, Sam's eyes light up at the sight of Molly sitting in the middle of your living room. "Hi, pretty!"

Lord, is this man trying to kill your best friend?

"Hi!" Molly manages to say from inside. "How are you?" she asks him.

It's such a simple question, but you can hear how much she means the words, and Sam must, too, because his eyes soften. "I'm good. A little bit of a bruised ego, but it'll get better once this whole thing is done for."

Your eyes find James's over Sam's shoulder, and his smile is enough to say all that you need.

It's late enough for dinner time to be over, but Sam still insists for you and Mol to come over and have something to eat with them. Given the time, your friend politely declines the invitation and bids everyone goodbye with a kiss and a thank you, leaving the three of you alone to talk freely in James's apartment.

Mol knows how close you three had grown over the past year and although you had spent time even with Sam's extended families, you can see by now the way people react when the three of you are close together.

You're a unit.

A force to be reckoned—the bond that had developed was the kind that had its own language and inside jokes, and more often than not, other people were lost trying to navigate your little bubble.

Since you had eaten already, you watch as Sam and James devour the take-out they order, sharing the tales of the last mission in as many details as they possibly could.

When the food is gone, Sam and you are wonderfully tipsy, James is the one to break the comfortable silence.

"Are you sleeping here?" he asks Sam, voice a little groggy.

Sam looks around the living room, almost as if trying to analyze how much strength he needs to get up from there.

You're comfortably positioned in your place in James's place—the wine-leathered armchair which you two had gotten together at Ikea is your go-to place. With one of his blankets laid over you and a glass of wine in your hands, you're not moving any time soon.

"I'm... not," Sam finally decides, making both you and James giggle. He doesn't seem keen on moving. "But not yet?" he adds, like a question.

"We could watch Kiki," you offer.

"I'm in more of a Laputa mood, right now," James counters, bottom lip pouting at you.

"We're already seen Laputa, Buck," you whine. Since you had discovered James had never seen Ghibli studio movies, it had been your duty to educate him. His favorite one so far was Laputa, but the number of times you two had fallen asleep on both of your couches with the movie playing in the background was getting a little excessive. "Porco?" you offer, knowing he won't go for one he hasn't seen yet because he loves them and wants to pay attention.

James shakes his head vehemently, looking very serious. "I'll start paying attention and wake up." He hums. "Mononoke?"

You pierce him with the fiercest gaze you can manage while sleepy and tipsy.

He nods, understanding the look perfectly. "You will start payin' attention and wake up." He turns to Sam. "Choose one."

"It's gotta be a Ghibli," you add seriously.

Meanwhile, Sam's been looking between the two of you like you were the television and entertainment.

When the attention is directed towards him, his eyes bug out like a deer's caught under the spotlight, and then, he starts laughing, his head shaking at you both. "What on earth are you two talking about?"

You and James share a look. "You've never seen Ghibli movies?" James asks, sounding as incredulous as you had when he trailed inside your apartment all those months ago looking resigned and shy, fresh out of a fight and walking on eggs around you.

Oh, how the tables turn. When you glance at him with a smug smile, James immediately shakes his head at you. "No, no. I was frozen, okay? He's had his whole life to see them and he hasn't." He turns to Sam. "You've never seen them? That can't be, man. They're like, the prettiest thing anyone's ever created. They're from this studio called Ghibli, which was created by Miyazaki, and they're animations made in watercolor and the stories are all meaningful, deep messages about something our world is facing—"

"Wait, you've told me about them," Sam interrupts. "Yeah, I remember when Y/n introduced you to them and you told me about how much Steve would've loved to see them," his voice trails off a little empty, like it always does when the memory of Rogers is brought up.

Thankfully, James's too sleepy to feel the grief, the saudade and the disappointment that comes attached to the name.

"Yeah. Wanna see one of them?" he asks.

Sam nods happily, almost bashfully. "Yeah, man. Enlighten me."

"Which one should we show him first?" James asks you, and at the same time, you two have the answer. "Spirited Away."

And just like that, you two initiate Sam Wilson into the beautiful culture that is the Ghibli studios.

He watches the entire movie, totally hypnotized by the colors and later by the plot. By the time Shihiro and her family are going back home, Sam's sleepy red eyes are a little watery and a little changed.

You and James wait patiently for his first words, and when they come, you two can't help but glance at each other with a satisfying delight.

"That was... heartwarming," Sam whispered. "It was like my soul was hugged? What the fuck?" he breathes out in awe.

James laughs with him. "Trust me, I know."

"That was amazing," Sam continues, not even looking at you two.

You put down your empty glass of wine with a solemn nod. "Yup. And there are more of them."

Sam leaves with a warm heart and the permission to join you and Bucky's special Ghibli Movie Nights.

He got the heart and soul of the thing, hence, his permission.

When the door is closed behind Sam, you realize that it's probably your time to go.

You yawn loudly and stretch your entire body, feeling buzzed and happy with the wine floating through your veins and accomplishments of the week settling in your bones.

When you start folding the blanket that was wrapped around your shoulders, James's hands come to rest on top of yours.

The folding halts and you direct your gaze back up at his.

It's harder staring into the Tiffany blue of his eyes when there's alcohol making your vision more cinematic and the sleep is clouding your judgment.

A part of you can feel how your body responds by starting to lean in against James's, and the other is too busy feeling giddy about how he's looking down at you with the fondest smile ever to care.

"Did you finish all your essays?" he asks in a soft whisper.

"Yes, sir," you answer with a giggle; there's a thought of a salute, but the execution demands getting your hands out from underneath James's grasp and that is not on the agenda.

"Good." He smiles down at you. That's his thinking face, so you patiently wait and try to keep your body's entire weight from falling against him. "You wanna stay?" he asks in a soft whisper.

Stay at his place.

"I could use a cuddle buddy," he adds with a side smile. "I... I slept really well, last week. And I'll only see you this week after you finish delivering all your projects, so..."

It takes you only a second to nod. "Lemme grab my toothbrush."

James's face does a surprised 'o', but you're out of his door before he can form another thought.

You return with a toothbrush in hand and his blanket still wrapped around your shoulders.

The voice of you which narrates the doom of your life tries to warn you of the dangers of sharing a sink with James while you two brush your teeth, or the outcomes of him tucking you in bed can be.

Fortunately, wine seems to turn this voice's volume almost all the way down to zero.

You two wrap around each other much like the same way you had before—his head comes to rest in your clavicles, his nose touching your neck's, and your legs intertwined into each other in a way it says it'll be hard for you to escape to the bathroom the next morning.

With a foggy and hazy brain, you try not to drown in the good feelings that envelop you like a cocoon when his arms are secured around you once again.

"How are you so... patient?" James asks out of nowhere, dragging you out of your almost-slumber.

"Hm?"

"Your patience," he repeats. "How did you get it?"

You wonder whether he's talking about his disappearances or your general ability to handle more than most with only a sigh. "Honest or soft answer?"

When it came to serious answers, you two always asked each other the tough question.

"Honest," he breathes against your skin.

"Lots of trauma," you sigh out loud, then giggle. "You're a cakewalk compared to the real dicks in life, Buck."

He's silent for a moment, and all you can feel is his breathing. "You call me Buck when you're sleepy. Or when you're really, really happy."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he chuckles. "I like it." You smile at the knowledge, half threading between the realm of dreams and reality. "I'm glad I'm doing better at being present, even when things are a little harder."

"You're doing amazing, Buck," your fingers start threading through his hair again, and the motion is both foreign and familiar to you. With a kiss to his left temple, you elaborate. "I'm happy you're taking care of yourself. And talking to me."

"I'm thankful for you," he tells.

Something blooms inside your chest, bright and hot like the summer that is on the horizon. Any words you could say to him feel too small or too short, so you restore to caressing his hair and placing another kiss on your temple to gather yourself.

"Sleep, Buck. I'm here." I'm yours, your mind whispers. My strength is yours, my peace is too, and my heart makes home close to yours. "I've got you."

"Love you, Y/n."

"Love you, Buck."

This time, you two fall asleep without a worry.

This time, you're both on the same page, even if you two aren't aware of it, yet.

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Then there’s Stephen Strange

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This is adorable 😭

You’re really mine? — Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Established Relationship!Reader x Bucky Barnes | You meet a Bucky Barnes who awakens from his surgery and is so filled with painkillers that he can’t help flirting with his girlfriend — you.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: fluff (like for real, you’re not safe)

Author’s note: This is a short and sweet one-shot. I felt inspired by that famous video of a man awakening from his surgery, filled with anesthesia. My love for Sebastian Stan has been reignited, and I was up for some fluffy and un-angsty stuff. I hope this can tide you over for those trying times. Stay safe, guys!

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Just a few more minutes and then you could finally see him.

At least until—

“Oh my God, is Buck okay?”

With your arms folded over your chest, you turned towards the male voice and stepped away from the wall which was holding you upright.

A breath of relief wrenched free from your lips. You waved a hand in the air, soothing his worries. Still, the presence of Sam standing next to Steve took you by surprise.

“He’s fine, Steve. Bucky’s currently resting from the surgery.” Your eyes met Sam’s chocolate-brown ones. “By the way, Sam, what are you doing here?”

The corners of his mouth twitched, as much as he tried to hide the humor on his face. “Can’t I just be a concerned teammate?”

Narrowing your eyes, you let your face remain blank. If there was one thing people loved to point out, then it was how scary and utterly effective both of your resting bitch faces were.

Before you even opened your mouth, Sam replied with his upper body leaning forward in confidentiality and his hands hidden in his pockets, “Okay, you caught me. I heard under good authority that he’s under strong sedatives.”

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Perfectly A Little Late (Peter Parker)

A/N: i’m what, 8 days late? but better late than never right? asdfghjklkj anyhow, this was a last minute idea, practically unplanned so i’m not too sure if this turned out good enough. so i guess don’t expect much for it might be shite? alkslsak hope you guys still enjoy!! <33 and very belated hbd peter parker <3

》 PAIRING: college!peter parker x college!female!reader 》 TROPE/GENRE: established relationship; angst; fluff 》 SUMMARY: with all things college, two jobs—tutoring on weekends and another at the bakery downtown—you’re one busy girl. Peter completely understands that of course, admires it even. But it doesn’t make it sting any less when you just so happen to forget about his birthday. 》 WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, not proofread enough, little angsty beginning, then vv fluffy, slightly suggestive at the end, and possibly typos. 》 WORD COUNT: 6.9k+ (what a b-day blurb lol)

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August 10 - 7:30 AM

Peter stirred awake with a groan at the sound of his alarm going off. He reached over his bedside table, immediately hitting snooze without opening a single eye.

Instinctively, he stretched his arm to look for you, needing to pull you close and feel your warmth while he stole a few more minutes of sleep. But a frown appeared on his face instead when he found no one on the space beside him.

He grabbed his phone to check, a soft smile growing on his lips as he was met by numerous wishful greetings from friends and family alike. Scrolling past the messages—he’ll respond to them later—he clicked the one that was yours.

Message from My Fave Girl <3: I’m sorry I rushed out early again today :(( they needed extra pair of hands to open the bakery and they couldn’t call anyone else. But I promise I gave you your good morning kisses more than a couple of times, and then a few more goodbye kisses. But you’re one heavy sleeper Parker. I’ll see you later, bub. I love you so much x

Peter frowned, a slight pit growing in his stomach as he reread your message over and over.

He understood, of course. Having lived together for over a year now, it wasn’t the first time you’d rushed out early in the morning. But that wasn’t exactly the reason why he was a little upset. What stung was there seemed to be something missing in your message.

Did you forget what day it was today?

You couldn’t have. You never do, not even once but…

Could this be the first time that you do?

Peter quickly shoved the thought away, not wanting to start early in being pessimistic, especially when it was his special day. So instead, he got himself out of bed, took a shower and got ready to get to class. He was mostly trying his best not to think much about it, occupy his mind with other things.

After all, you never forget his birthday.

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Fluffy endings are my fave 🥺

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Okay my midtown hoodie came and I can now pretend I’m Peter Parker’s girl :’)

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Revenge Is Sweet | Social Media AU (Tom Holland)

⚽️ Part 14 ⟶ for real, this time

➽ SYNOPSIS: One incident that led you two to finally face each other, there’s really nothing left to do other than to just talk. No more excuses, no more bullshitting, no more lies, no more pretending because now, you’re willing to try this again, for real, this time.

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A/N: they finally talked!!!! 😭😭😭 lol these idiots sigh. look at these collages tho asdfghjklkjh sorry. anyways, i’ve got nothing more left to say other than enjoy!! see you tomorrow for the kinda last part 🥺🥺🥺🥺

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perfect

in which you and bucky have slowly become inseparable, and someone mistakes you for a married couple. (idea from @promptlywritingideas) 3500+ words

warnings: none

abbreviations: Y/F/T - your favourite take-out

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"Morning, everyone." Your cheery greeting got a chorus of disgruntled grumbles in return. You chuckled as you walked towards the kitchen and made yourself some breakfast. When you turned, Bucky was sitting at the breakfast bar.

It was clear that he hadn't slept well.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, fixed firmly to his cup. Huge, dark circles were beneath his eyes. His right hand was shaky. Your heart went out to him.

"Morning, Bucky," You murmured, sitting in the seat beside him. His head shot up in surprise. Nobody usually acknowledged his presence beyond a nod or tight smile.

Bucky caught the way that you didn't smile at him, and you didn't say anything about his appearance. "Morning, Y/N." You both sat in silence, and before long you left to get dressed. Before you left, Bucky caught your eye and nodded slightly in thanks. You nodded back and an unspoken agreement formed.

The next day, you sat beside Bucky for breakfast again, quietly greeting him with good morning. Then the day after that, and the day after that, until it became second nature.

Bucky picked up on how you drank your coffee, and when you came into the room, it would already be set in your usual seat in your favourite mug.

"Hey, Bucky, do you know where my mug-"

"I already made you some coffee."

You turned around, seeing your mug. "Oh. Thank you, Bucky."

"'S alright."

You noticed that he never made himself anything for breakfast, and started to make double whatever you were having yourself.

Bucky looked up in confusion when you set a plate of food in front of him.

"You don't have to eat it," You told him.

He nodded. "Thank you."

"Don't worry about it," You smiled, chewing on your own food. When you looked up, his plate was empty.

Nothing was said about these little actions. It was just what you did.

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Slowly, your breakfast routine turned into something more.

Your casual friendliness with each other weaned its way into other parts of your lives.

You'd be standing with Sam, listening to him and Bucky poking fun at each other. Bucky would say something slightly too hurtful, and you'd send him a warning glance. He wouldn't usually take it back, but he'd quickly say something nicer.

"Well, at least Captain America doesn't just put up with me for my bird costume," Bucky said in answer to something Sam had said. A sharp look from you and silence from Sam made him realise he'd gone too far. "But then, I can't fly, so I guess I can't talk." You gave an approving nod, his lips twitching up slightly.

Once, after Tony dragged you all out to eat somewhere nice, outside of the compound, Bucky noticed you shivering as you spoke to Natasha and Wanda on the way back.

Without thinking too much about it, he took off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders. You were surprised at first and turned to see who had noticed.

"Hey, who-" Your eyes met Bucky's. You smiled at him. "Thanks, Bucky."

He shook his head. "Anytime, doll."

Bucky always brought a jacket, coat, or jumper whenever the team went out after that, despite never getting cold himself.

At mealtimes, and during meetings, you sat next to each other, no questions asked. If someone happened to be in the way, Bucky would usually stare at them until they moved. You'd always laugh, apologising half-heartedly while you grinned at Bucky.

"Sorry, Wanda."

Bucky sent you a cheeky smile as you looked apologetically at Wanda as she moved to another seat. "Works every time."

"You know that you can't keep glaring at people until they do what you want, don't you?" You asked him, smiling. Bucky stared into your eyes, face deadly serious. "What are you doing?"

His lips parted. "Trying to make you smile by staring at you. To prove you wrong."

"Ah. Of course you are," You fought against it, but you couldn't help smiling. His almost silent cheer only made you grin wider. "Idiot..."

On the rare occasions that Steve let you order a take-out, if one of you was running late, the other would order for them. The team would usually be hesitant, just in case it wasn't the right order, but after a while they accepted that you'd just know what the other wanted.

"Is Y/N still running late?" Steve questioned.

Bucky nodded. "She's still in the shower. She'll want Y/F/T."

"Are you sure? I don't want to order her something that she doesn't like," Steve said uncertainly.

The brunet scowled at Steve. "I know what she likes. She will want Y/F/T."

"Hey, guys!" You walked in, hair wet. You flopped down beside Bucky, who pulled you closer to him. "Have we ordered yet?"

Sam shook his head. "We're doing it now. What do you want?"

"Uh...let me look at the menu," You held out your hand. Steve's phone came towards you and you snatched it from the air, scrolling through the options. You didn't notice the team sending Bucky pointed glances as you hummed. "I'll just have Y/F/T, please."

Bucky cleared his throat, leaning forwards. "Hm....see? She's my best friend, I know damn well what she wants for dinner."

Bucky was always forgetting important appointments and meetings, too obsessed with everything else in his hectic life. Every few days, you'd have to go apologise to someone and hunt him down, dragging him to wherever he was supposed to be.

"Fury, I'm really sorry. I'm sure he has a perfectly good reason for being late," You smiled tightly at Fury after being interrogated on Bucky's whereabouts.

He sighed. "I highly doubt it. I expect that he'll have one by the time you've brought him to me, though. Off you pop." You rolled your eyes once you were out of his view.

A moment later and you were in the gym, scowling. "James Buchanan Barnes, come here," You sighed. His head shot up, as did Sam's.

"Ooh, someone's in trouble," He jeered.

Usually Bucky would retaliate, but he was too busy trying to remember what he'd done wrong. Had he gotten into trouble over being too harsh on an agent again or something?

"Three guesses," You spoke as you pulled his sweaty body towards your shared bathroom.

His mind raced as he tried to remember. "Uh...check-up with Banner?"

"Nope," You answered, leaning into the shower and turning it on.

Bucky continued guessing as you turned to let him undress. "Mission briefing?"

"Nope," You shook your head. You turned back around once you heard him pull the shower curtain over. "It begins with an 'E'."

Bucky was silent, the smell of his shower gel filling the air. "Oh! I remember!"

"Mhm?" You smiled despite your frustration with his memory.

Bucky's hand stuck out of the shower and you handed him a towel. "I had an evaluation with Fury, didn't I?"

"You did, and still do. Hurry up," You ushered him out as he emerged with the towel around his waist. Your eyes slid over the v-line and the line of hair that was exposed.

Bucky turned and saw where your eyes had been, sending you a wink before tugging a drawer open. "What's my excuse this time?"

"I haven't thought of one yet," You shrugged.

He huffed. "Come on, doll, you're slacking."

"I'm slacking?" You snorted. "Bucky Barnes, I'm picking out your clothes and ushering you to an appointment like your mother, because you've forgotten for the third time this week!"

Bucky raised his hands before taking the pile of clothes you handed to him. "Alright, alright. Don't get your panties in a twist."

"I swear to god-"

Bucky cut you off, dropping the towel to reveal his naked ass.

"Bucky!"

He chuckled, stepping into his underwear. "You still need to fix this for me, before Fury fires me or something." You shook your head. It struck you how amazing it was that this cocky, cheerful, sometimes-an-asshole man was the same man that had been falling asleep in his coffee those months ago. And that maybe seeing this side of Bucky was stirring some feelings inside of you that hadn't been there before he opened up to you. "What're you thinking?"

"About how you really need to remind me to buy you a new pair of combat boots," You lied, pointing at his scuffed shoes.

Bucky huffed in offence, pulling you out of his room and towards Fury's office. "Have you got an excuse yet?"

"Yeah," You sighed. "I do everything for you."

He grinned at you. "Uh huh."

If one of you was needed for something, the team would always ask the other where you'd be. Both of you were able to give continuously correct answers.

"Y/N, where's Bucky?"

The first time that you were asked, your eyebrows furrowed. "What? Why are you asking me?"

"Uh.." Sam shrugged. "Well, do you know?"

You nodded. "He's down in the labs trying to persuade Tony to add a remote control to his hand. I showed him The Addams Family and he wants to recreate Thing with his arm."

"See? That's why I asked you," Sam said smugly, wandering off to find Bucky.

A few days later, Bucky was asked the same question. The only difference was that he'd been asked a million times before, since he knew where everyone was most of the time.

"Barnes, where's Y/N?" Tony asked loudly.

Bucky didn't look up from his phone. "Kitchen."

"Doing what?" Tony smirked slightly, glancing at the other avengers. They wanted to see how much Bucky knew about what you were doing, to prove that there was more there than just friendship. That he really cared about you.

Bucky shrugged. "I don't know."

"Really?"

He rolled his eyes. "She's making chocolate chip cookies because I was telling her about my ma's recipe and she wanted to try them out. They'll be ready in half an hour, so leave her alone until then."

"Ha!" Tony cheered. "See what I mean? That is not just friendly attention."

And all of that was what led to the fateful mistake.

You were walking around a fair with the team, Bucky close to your side. He was tense. This kind of a place used to be his element, but now there were too many people, too many smells, and too much in one place.

"Are you okay?" You whispered.

Bucky looked down at you and nodded. In the past he would have brushed your concern off, but now things were different. He leaned in and spoke quietly to avoid anyone else hearing. "This is the biggest security risk possible. There's so many people, and there's so many places that someone could get lost. I can't keep track of anything." His voice was getting progressively more panicked. "Usually I'm fine if I can keep track of one thing, but in here.."

"You can keep track of me," You suggested.

He shook his head as he stood straight. "How?"

"Like this." You looked down, grasping Bucky's gloved left hand in yours. "You look like Michael Jackson when you do the one glove thing, you know."

Bucky huffed, trying not to stare at your joined hands. "First of all, I don't know who that is, and second of all, Steve took my other glove because he doesn't want me to wear them anymore." When you didn't come to his immediate defence, Bucky raised a finger to point at you. "You don't want me to wear them either, do you?"

"No," You shook your head. "It's your choice, obviously. I understand why you do. But I think that things have blown over, and you have to just throw yourself in. This is your life now. You're Bucky Barnes, and you were the Winter Soldier. Everyone knows that you're an avenger now, and that you're not a threat."

Bucky sighed. "That's all great, but it's not going to stop them seeing my arm and being afraid and judging me."

"Who cares if they're afraid?" Your voice was slightly too loud and Bucky shushed you. "Sorry. But I mean it, who cares? It's your arm, it's your life. As long as you're not doing anything on purpose to scare them, it's their own problem."

He smiled at you slightly. "Do you really think that?"

"Yeah!" You smiled back up at him. "And if I were you, I'd have a much simpler solution."

Bucky hummed. "Which is?"

"Judge them back. You're good at staring at people. Use it to your advantage," You shrugged. He stared at you for a second before letting out a disbelieving laugh. "Hey! Don't laugh at me!" You protested.

Bucky shook his head. "I don't deserve you, you know."

"I know," You smirked. "But if you win me a toy we can call it even." He shook his head in amusement. You watched with a happy smile as he wandered away from you with Sam and Steve, leaning over one of the stalls and starting to throw balls towards a net.

Wanda appeared beside you. "Did you get him to take off the glove?"

"Not yet," You shook your head. You frowned in worry. "I'm not going to make him. I really think he should, though. If he doesn't do it soon, he'll never do it, and he shouldn't live in fear of what strangers think of him."

Bucky looked over at you from his stall and caught the sadness on your face as Wanda hugged you. You sent him a smile to ease his visible concern, but he didn't reciprocate it.

A minute later and Bucky was standing in front of you glaring at Wanda. You gave him a look and he sighed. "Wanda, can I have Y/N all to myself?" You chuckled. "Please?"

Wanda obliged, sending you both a smile before you re-joined the group. As you both ended up in front of them all again, Bucky looked down at you.

"I got you a present, dollface."

You hummed. "Yeah?"

"You can have it, but only once you tell me why you looked so sad just now," Bucky told you. Your lips stayed sealed, and he sighed. "Come on, you're worrying me. What were you talking about?"

You sighed, avoiding his eyes. "About your glove." His lips parted in 'oh'. A silence settled over the two of you for a minute or so before Bucky hesitantly pushed the plushie he'd won towards you.

It was huge, around two foot tall. You frowned as you took it from him, trying to figure out what it was. Bucky snorted and took it from you. He handed it back the right way up.

"Oh!" You beamed in delight. It was a huge turtle with pink cheeks and a cute smile. It was holding a daisy that said 'hugs wanted'. "It's so cute! Thank you, Bucky!" You grinned so wide that Bucky found himself grinning too.

As he watched you run over to Steve to relay what had happened and show him your plushie, it occurred to Bucky that he could make you happier. When you returned to his side, he looked at you properly.

"You can take it off," He mumbled. Your eyes flicked between his in confusion until he held up his left hand. You nodded, surprise clear on your face as you leaned in and pulled the glove off. Before Bucky could say anything, you'd ran off. When you returned, he stared at you. "What just happened?"

You were breathless. "I went to...to throw it away."

"Wow," Bucky laughed. He sighed. "So you like the toy, then? I wasn't sure which one to get."

You nodded. "I do. Thank you." You had an idea. "Are you going to co-own it with me?"

"What would co-owning a toy turtle entail?" Bucky asked with a smile.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to think. "Um...cuddling?"

"With you, or with the turtle?" Bucky asked.

Your mouth fell open. "Uh..."

"Because if it's with you, I'm in," He grinned at you. You beamed up at him again, reaching down to take his metal hand in yours. Just as you were looking up at him to say something, a man approached the two of you.

A camera hung around his neck. "Excuse me?" You looked over at him. "Sorry to bother you, but you look like you're having a lovely time! Could I interest you in some photos? If I can use them as advertisements, you can have two prints for free."

"We're alright, thanks," Bucky shook his head.

You frowned. "No, we're not alright." You frowned harder, the words coming out wrong. "No, I mean, yes, we would like some photos taken of us, please."

"We would?" Bucky questioned you as the man looked around for a good place to take your photographs.

You nodded. "Yes, we would. Memories, Bucky."

"Oh, be quiet," He huffed as you dragged him along behind you when the man gestured towards you. "'No, I mean, yes'.." He imitated you, your eyes shooting to his in amusement.

You nudged him as the man told you to stand in front of the Ferris wheel. "Stop being a grumpy old man and humour me."

"I was humouring you when I bought you a giant plushie," Bucky huffed.

You rolled your eyes. "I saw your face, you were enjoying yourself." He just rolled his eyes at you, grinning afterwards. You nudged him again just as the camera clicked.

"And...beautiful!" The cameraman cheered. You jogged over to look at the picture. You were staring up at Bucky with a happy smile, the turtle tucked under your arm. Bucky was staring down at you lovingly, a smiling pout on his face.

Bucky smiled slightly. "It is a good picture," He allowed.

"It is! You make a lovely couple. How long have you been married?"

Your mouths fell open and you stared at the man. He blinked, looking between the two of you. Sam jogged over to save the day after watching everything.

"They're not married. In fact, they're not even dating," He explained.

The cameraman didn't look convinced, but he nodded. "Very well. Would you like two of this picture, or another?"

"Two of this one," Bucky managed to say, completely taken aback. He glanced down at you once he had the pictures and saw your mouth hanging open. "Stop catching flies and go sit with the girls, Y/N. I'll bring you some candyfloss."

You did as he said wordlessly. Wanda and Natasha exchanged amused glances as you waited for your candyfloss in silence, completely lost in your own head.

It was clear to you that you loved Bucky. In fact, you might have loved him since the beginning. You knew that behind all of those kind smiles and the selfless acts was pure adoration.

But Bucky didn't feel that way about you. He really was just a lovely guy. He was the best friend you could have ever hoped for, and that was because he knew you were someone he could trust, not because he loved you.

But then seeing that picture, and the way that he was looking at you...did that change things? And if a complete stranger was so sure that you were married that he took couple pictures of you, maybe it was possible that your feelings were obvious to everyone but you.

"You okay?" Bucky's voice suddenly sounded in your ear, startling you. His hand rested on your shoulder. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He sat beside you on the bench, his back to Wanda and Natasha. You turned around and looked out at the fair. "Here."

You took the cone of candyfloss that he held out to you. "Thank you, Bucky." As you looked at the pretty pink colour, you frowned. "Are you not having some?"

"They only had one left," Bucky shrugged. You looked down at your candyfloss, then at him, then at the candyfloss. A moment later, you shuffled closer and held it between you. "Thank you, Y/N," Bucky smiled, wrapping an arm around you to keep you close to him.

You hummed as you ate some of the treat. "Why do you think he thought we were married?"

"I don't know," Bucky shrugged. He thought about it. "We're pretty close."

You nodded. "But married close?"

"They do say that marriage is best when you're best friends," Bucky reasoned. "We're only missing the rings."

You chuckled, nodding. "I guess." Bucky looked down at you snuggled into his side.

"Do you ever want to get married?"

His quiet question took you by surprise. "I..." You sucked in a breath, imagining kissing Bucky in front of an altar. "The man that I love would have to actually love me back, first."

"You love someone?" Bucky asked, unable to keep the hurt and jealousy from his voice. "Who?" You went pink as you stayed quiet. "Y/N?" When you blushed brighter and hid behind your candyfloss, swearing under your breath, Bucky let himself hope. "Please? I won't react badly. To whoever it is."

You sighed. "You," You mumbled.

"Who?"

"I love you!"

Bucky blinked in surprise. "Ah." He glanced around, seeing the whole team watching the two of you after your declaration. "I love you too, but I'm not shouting it."

"You do?" You smiled happily. "That's good, then."

He chuckled. "Good? Is that it?"

"It's great, brilliant, fantastic," You rambled, leaning into him.

Bucky put a finger under your chin, kissing your lips. "It's perfect."

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“Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something and I eat one of you, I’m sorry.” Happy birthday, Peter Benjamin Parker!

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feeling incredibly sexy and sad today

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11 with bodyguard!tom please !!

11: “I almost lost you” kiss

“Have you absolutely lost your bloody mind?” Tom hollered, not even caring enough to keep his voice down. He was so damn tired of this, so damn tired of patching you back up every time just because you wanted to run right into danger.

“Oh shut it!” You screamed back. “I’m a capable fucking agent, I knew what I was doing!” You bit down on your lip, fingers scrambling for anything to squeeze when you felt Tom pour something on your leg to somewhat sanitize it.

“Oh you’re a capable agent are you?” He sneered, his eyes practically rolling back into his head. “A capable agent would’ve stayed in their damn role and waited for backup. A capable agent wouldn’t have gotten stabbed too damn close to their femoral artery because they couldn’t wait!”

His words were harsh and bitter, but his hands were gentle and reassuring. His fingers moving quickly to grab the first-aid kit so he could get you sewn up and out of here. He pressed the gauze down on your leg, quickly wiping the blood away before slipping the thread through the needle.

“You wane a swig of something for the pain or you just want to be stubborn and right princess?” He grumbled, thrusting the bottle of vodka in your hands before you could even think of turning him down.

“Not a fucking princess,” you sneered, taking a long gulp of the vodka, the harsh burn taking your mind off of what Tom was about to do. “That was just a cover for tonight. I’m not some damsel in distress who needs saving and I can… oh fuck shit.” You cried out, biting down on your lip so hard that the familiar coppery taste of blood was soon overpowering the vodka.

“Almost done. Take another swing and bite down on a towel or something instead of your fucking lip, don’t want to have to sew something else shut.” He tried to keep his words cold and professional, tried to show you just how irritated and angry he was with you.

How could you do this? How could you throw yourself headfirst into danger and just say fuck the plan? Why would you do that when it wasn’t a guarantee that he could get to you in time? What if next time he wasn’t quick enough, if he couldn’t get his finger on that trigger fast enough?

There were too many what if’s and not enough definites and he couldn’t take it, couldn’t take the way his chest hurt and how he could feel the ever present need to fix anything and everything for you.

“I had him. And I don’t need you to protect me from doing my job.” You kept your gaze on his fingers, letting out a relieved sigh when he knotted off the stitches and grabbed more gauze to wrap it with.

“I know you had him and I know you don’t need me to protect you.”

“Then what is this about? What makes this different than last times?” You pried deeper. You needed to know that underneath that cold, heartless exterior that there may be some warmth down deep in there.

“Because,” he whispered, leaning in closer to your body, hand laying against your neck so he could feel your pulse. “Because I can’t lose you before I’ve even had the chance to have you.”

You grabbed his shoulders, pulling him in so you could slam your mouth against his. Lips and teeth fighting for dominance with every breath and touch. Tom bit down on your lip, his tongue sliding against yours when you hissed and tugged him even closer to you.

“Can’t lose you darling, can’t do that.” He groaned against your lips, mouth moving from yours to your cheek and down to your neck. “Fuck I can’t.” His teeth nipped at your neck and he smiled against your skin when he felt your body arch into his.

“Not going to lose me you idiot.” You gasped, words fumbling around in your mouth as you tried to regain dominance. But you felt relief in the way your body gave into his and how easy it was to just let him take over and take care of you.

He gripped your chin and tilted your head up, making you look into his eyes. “Then please for the love of God don’t give me a heart attack every time we go on a mission darling. Don’t think my heart could handle another night like tonight.”

“Can’t get rid of me that easily now that I know you have a heart and can kiss like that Holland.” You winked at him pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “And plus, I don’t want to lose you either agent. Don’t think I could partner up with anyone else. And I don’t want to, wanna always be your partner.”

Your words were quickly beginning to slur, all of the adrenaline from the fight and the cut and the kiss turning into fatigue. You were tired damn it, tired and emotional.

“Put me to bed, can’t lose me in there.” You mumbled, letting out a hum of approval when he gently picked you up and laid you down. Your hands reached out, quickly grabbing his arms to pull you down in the bed with you. “Can’t lose me while we’re cuddling either, it’s a known fact. Know those arms can hold me down.” You giggled, eyes fluttering when you felt his fingers gently rub over your eyes.

“Go to sleep you mouthy little thing.” Tom chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your nose. “Promise I won’t lose you princess, promise with everything I’ve got in me.”