#mervel x reader

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I'm on a roll lately!

[wandaswifeyforlifey]

The 5 Stages of Grief

A/n: I had this idea recently and began to write it because I missed angst sooooooo much. I've decided I need to stop trying to write multiple fics at once because it just slows everythingggg down and slows down my posting especially so I will be writing requests in the order they have been sent in! Now, enjoy!

Ship: Natasha x Reader

Words: 1.3k

Summary: You recently found out Natasha and Steve had kissed on a mission and you had no idea what to think. Nat had been away on a mission, however, and was hoping to come back to your loving arms, only to get nothing. You avoid her and ignore her until one day you just can't do it anymore and have to talk about it.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, heartbreak, generally pretty melancholy

Prompts: Angst No.7 - ‘Don’t look at me like that.’ ‘Like what?’ ‘Like you still love me.’

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The Stages of Grief

Stage 1: Denial

Once you overheard drunken Steve bragging about it at a party, you froze. No. No. Did you hear him correctly? She wouldn’t. He wouldn’t. They wouldn’t. You’d definitely misheard. Why would they do it? What situation would they be in? You smiled, trying to lie to yourself and trying to pretend you never heard a thing. It’s safe to say that didn’t last very long.

For the next 2 days, you were playing the words that came out of Steve’s mouth over and over again in your head. Nat was currently away on a mission but you weren’t sure if you were happy or not about that. You hadn’t spoken to Steve yet either. Should you? Maybe not. He’d know you had been listening to his conversation then. But he might have a rational explanation for all this. Maybe he was just doing some drunk babbling or maybe he was just trying to impress people? Any of those outcomes would be better than the one that remained in your mind.

It seemed unbearable without her here and you were just driving yourself crazy. At least today she was coming back so you could see if you were able to talk to her about it. Although, your demeanour clearly perturbed the rest of the team as they were involved in the conversation and knew you had heard what was said. The fact that you seemed uncomfortably bubbly and smiley worried them. You would get unsure grins back from Tony, furrowed brows from Bruce, sympathetic looks from Wanda. They were pretty sure they knew what would happen when Nat came back but the team could never be sure. Would it be calm and rational or would it be an all-out argument with shouting and throwing things? Considering your behaviour, there was no way to be certain.

Stage 2: Anger

Once Natasha had returned, she was expecting to be greeted by you, as you usually do, but opened the door to find an empty hallway. She was confused and hurt and worried and paranoid but no one had said anything, so Nat assumed she was just overthinking things. For the entire day, she had yet to see you and kiss you after the tiring mission she had been on.

“I’ll go ad see Steve,” she said to herself, hoping to find some comfort in having his company. She longed for your company, though. Your affection, attention, all and anything you could give so that she could feel that warmth she always had with you. It was almost agony, knowing she was close to you, yet so far.

You, on the other hand, had been steering clear of Natasha entirely. You wanted nothing to do with her after you had settled on what you believed to be true. She and Steve kissed, she didn’t pull away, she didn’t tell you and you had to find out through eavesdropping on conversations. That part most likely hurt you the most. The fact that she lied to you, never told you a thing, never even changed her behaviour to relieve the possible guilt she felt. Or maybe she didn’t even feel guilty. Maybe she intentionally did it just to get your attention or to hurt you for something you did. Either way, you didn’t plan on seeing her for as long as you could hold it off for but you knew that couldn’t be forever.

As it turns out, you couldn’t even hold it off for 2 days. You peered around the doorway to the gym, hoping to get a workout in after Nat’s session but she remained in the boxing ring, taking off her gloves. You turned back around the corner and sighed because you had made eye contact and knew she would be coming around the corner at any second.

She swung around the corner and looked at you with her hand on a cocked hip. She gave you a glare that was somehow soft underneath.

“Where have been?” she said, raising her eyebrows.

You ignored her and began to walk the other way but she grabbed your arm.

“I don’t understand how you can act like nothing happened! Like you haven’t been lying to me for weeks? Why do you even care? It’s not like I’m the person you were so excited to see when you got back. I’m guessing you immediately went to see Steve?” you stated sharply while turning back to face her. She was stumped. She had been to see Steve but she obviously couldn’t admit that because you saw it a different way. This conversation was doomed to fail as soon as the first sentence left Natasha’s mouth. She let go of your arm defeatedly and watched you walk away.

Stage 3: Bargaining

After that uncomfortable encounter took place, it became less avoiding and more ignoring. You simply wouldn’t acknowledge the presence of each other in the room. Needless to say, it made things very difficult for the team too.

Despite the toll it took, what was going on in both of your heads was even worse. You constantly felt sick at the thought of your girlfriend kissing Steve and Natasha constantly felt sick because she had no idea what was going on in your head. She was in the dark about every single part of the dilemma, yet felt angry and guilty nonetheless.

You both knew it couldn’t keep going on like this and you had to have a rational conversation about this at some time, and that time was now. There was no way around it. You were waiting outside Nat’s door, hesitating to knock but she opened the door just as you were about to put your hand down and walk away. You seemed to make each other jump but there was no awkward laughter that followed as it usually would. Instead, she moved to the side signalling for you to come into her room. The bed dipped slightly as you both sat on it in silence for a while until you broke the silence.

“We can’t keep doing this. We both know that. We need to talk this through.” you whispered just loud enough for her to hear.

“I know…. I know. I just- I don’t know what I did? What did I lie about? Why are you angry at me?” she said, hurt. You felt the anger building up inside of you but reminded yourself that she was being sincere right here and now. It was unfair to get frustrated when she had no way of knowing exactly what you were talking about.

“I know about you and Steve kissing.”

She paled.

“You don’t need to say anything… just- just don’t. Please. That’s all I ask.”

She looked at you, her eyes overflowing with emotion. She probably couldn’t say anything even if she tried. Natasha looked at you while trying to put herself in your situation but she couldn’t help but think about the moments you’d shared together.

“Don’t look at me like that.” you said while standing up and moving towards the door.

“Like what?”

“Like you still love me.” and with that, you left.

Stage 5: Acceptance

That talk seemed to soothe your relationship and the chaos it had caused. Not too long after, you and Natasha could participate in conversations together and it was as if nothing had ever happened between you. Of course, you hadn’t forgiven her. That would take a lot longer. And she still felt guilty too. Every time she looked over to you and you made eye contact, she felt that twang of pain. Every. Single. Time.

Whether it was a healthy end to your romantic relationship or not, what mattered now was that it was back to normal and you would have each other’s backs until the end of the line.

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Party Jealousy

Peter Parker x male reader

FLUFF

A/N: requested by an anon

(Y/N) and Peter had been friends since the beginning of middle school. Peter being shyer and interest is unconventional things were more of an outcast but (Y/N) was more social and it came to no surprise to anyone that he became popular. His outgoing and positive energy just really vibed with everyone. Through middle school (Y/N) stuck by Peter making their friendship known. During their middle school experience (Y/N) would try to bring Peter to the dances, so that he too could enjoy the evening with his friend group. Peter being the small nervous bean that he is, he never agreed to attend leaving (Y/N) pouting that he wouldn’t come. 

Over time they developed other friendships: Peter with Ned and (Y/N) with his friends. In highschool not much had changed except that now people were coming up to (Y/N) confessing their feelings or asking him out. Boys and girls all over school had thrown their hearts out to him and every time he politely declined to say that they seemed like wonderful people but he just wasn’t looking for a relationship. Peter and (Y/N) still hung out often, reserving every other Saturday was specially reserved for each other. Often spent taking pictures, walking around while discussing everything and nothing. Many of the pictures on (Y/N) Instagram had been taken by Peter himself.

 It was during one of these hangouts that Peter realized something about himself. Every time you would laugh his heart would flutter. When you would hug him he would feel nervous butterflies flying around in his stomach and feel his cheeks tint dusty pink. His heart beats two times faster when he sees you wearing a sleeveless tank or a tight-fitting shirt. Peter cherished your guys’ friendship too much to ever think of confessing. You had become too big of a piece in his life to ever let you go. He kept these to himself, doing his best so that no one would ever guess that he felt his way towards his best friend.

Then in their senior year, (Y/N) dutifully asked Peter to come to one of his friend’s house parties, knowing full well that Peters only New Years’ resolution was to talk to people more. Peter couldn’t say no to your cute pouting face when you asked him to please go with you so that he could at least try to fulfill his resolution. The party was in the richer part of town and you popped over to Peter’s house to help him dress up. You had the key, as Aunt May trusted you, and walked yourself into their apartment. 

“ Peter ?” You asked.

 “ Huh? (Y/N)? Uh yeah, I’m here.” 

He was standing in front of this closet trying to decide what to wear. 

“ You still haven’t chosen what to wear? Dude’s a casual party, don’t sweat it.” 

“ Easy for you to say. You go to these all the time!” 

“ Do you want me to help you then? Put my expertise to the test?”

Peter slapped your arm in a joking manner making you laugh. 

“ I got you that pair of ripped jeans last year for your birthday. You should wear those. Oh! And that one t-shirt that makes your arms look more buff.”

He stared back at you blankly. Clearly sending the message of ‘I know your saying words but I am just not computing anything. Send help’. (Y/N) sighed gently pushing Peter out of the way to rummage through his closet to find the items he previously mentioned. 

“ Pete you need to clean out your closet. You still have clothes from middle school that doesn’t even fit you anymore! C’mon.”

Peter mumbled a ‘sorry’ as he sat down on the bed, pulling out his phone to scroll through Instagram as he waited. 

“ Boom! Pete here’s your outfit including socks. I already choose your shoes. While you change I am going to make some enchiladas so that we don’t starve. We don’t know what food there’ll be.”

After changing and eating the two of them hopped into (Y/N)’s car. After driving twenty-something minutes they arrived and Peter slunk into his seat. You put your right hand on his thigh and looked at him straight in the eye. 

“ Pete.”

“ Uh-huh?” 

“ You look hot and I am confident that you can make it through this party only after having some fun. If you ever feel overwhelmed just come up to me and tug my shirt two times. You won’t even have to say anything. Okay?”

Peter took a deep breath, looking away from your face and instead st your hand, feeling his face warm-up from your gaze and your words. 

“ Yeah Okay.”

You beamed back at him and gently squeezed his thigh. 

“ Let’s go have some fun.” 

Just walking up to the house three people greeted you and you were almost bombarded by people when you walked to the food table. You being you smiled at everyone and, to those you knew better, you exchanged choreographed handshakes. As you being mingling Peter squeaked out some lame excuse to leave the large group to someplace that was less densely populated with people. Awkwardly leaning against a wall, with a cup in his left hand, and his phone in his right.

“ So you came to this lame party too?”

Peter’s head shot up quickly making eye contact with a familiar face.

“ Hey MJ.”

“ This isn’t typically your scene. Shouldn’t you be home playing with your legos?” She joked. Peter knew her well enough to know that she didn’t mean any harm. 

“ I let (Y/N) drag me to this party.”

“ Oh? You let him?”

“ Y-yeah.”

MJ leaned on the wall right next to him and looked into the party. More specifically straight at (Y/N).

“ He’s hot.”

“ Yeah, he’s attractive.” Peter let himself agree because he doesn’t spend hours of his day looking over pictures that he has of you that he hasn’t let you see yet. He let himself think about the last time the two of you hung out and began reminiscing the photos he took. While he was zoned out he was unaware that MJ was still talking to him. Until she shook his arm. 

“ Peter look there’s a girl clinging onto his arm. Is (Y/N) even straight? I’m pretty sure he’s gay.”

He couldn’t help himself and quickly looked in your direction to see that in fact there was a girl standing a little to close to you for his liking. Peter felt this angry heat slowly fill up his chest thinking ‘ how dare she stay to close to him’ but immediately seeing his negative reaction he took deep breaths to calm himself. ‘ I don’t have any control over him. He can do whatever he wants.’ Then why did he feel like this? The two of you weren’t romantically involved and he was just a friend in your eyes.

“ Peter you look really angry. What is doing on?”

Without even saying anything MJ put two and two together. How is gaze was trained on you and how you were mingling with the other party attendees. MJ was going to open her mouth to say something when suddenly Peter walked away from the wall towards you. As Peter made his way to you another girl started touching your chest. 

“ Oh hey, Pete-”

Peter quickly pulled the bottom oh your shirt twice and then started walking outside. (Y/N) said that he needed to go outside quickly and went after Peter. He was waiting for you by where you parked your car. 

“ Hey, Pete what’s wrong.”

“I am really angry and it’s totally stupid too.”

“ Pete you are not stupid and your feelings are valid. Just tell me what happened.”

“ I was talking to MJ and then she pointed out how you had girls coming up to all the time and that they were always flirting with you. You’re always letting them touch you. It’s really really frustrating to see you like that. Then I started feeling really angry and I could feel all of this negative energy in my chest. It made me feel like a bomb about to explode. I’m sorry this is stupid I should have let you stay in the party.” Peter rambled.

He stared at his feet as if they were the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. His face felt like it was melting off and the thudding of his heart was almost like a throbbing head ached. He was mentally preparing himself to get told off or even rejected for what hints of a crush that he just gave. Hands clenched to his sides and he just now noticed how his classic plastic red cup is beyond destroyed as he is holding it with a death grip. Noticed how his vision was starting to blur and bring upon arm to wipe what he was desperately hoping are not tears. Without saying anything (Y/N) wrapped his arms around him. Peter instinctively wrapped his arms around your torso bringing you closer, engulfing himself in your familiar scent. At some point, you started to sway and he just followed your rhythm after resting your head on his shoulder/head ( depending on how tall you are). 

“ I’m sorry (Y/N)” Peter mumbled into your shirt.

 “ I didn’t know you felt that way, Pete.”

“ I didn’t know I could be that angry at someone I don’t know.”  

“ Let’s just go home. I don’t really want to be here if it’s making you cry.”

Peter didn’t say anything but he nodded in agreement and the two settled back into the car for the short drive back. There was no more talking but the soft sounds of the jazz radio playing through the radio. Peter wrapped his arms around himself feeling the cold air from the half-opened window. Wordlessly  (Y/N) understood and reached in the backseat for his hoodie which he immediately gave to the cold boy. Now having a warm and comforting layer he could enjoy the fresh air from outside and you drove him. After parking your car, you both walked up the stairs to his door. Before he could open the door, you pulled Peter back into another hug. 

“ Pete do something nice for yourself and don’t beat yourself up about. Crying is a normal thing for humans to do.” Your voice was soft and gentle with a rhythm that calmed him down. Before letting him go you brought one hand to tuck some of his hair behind his ear. 

“ Go to bed at a reasonable time Pete. Do it for me please.” 

After kissing him gently on his forehead and turned around for your car.

“ (Y/N)!” Peter whisper-yelled.

“ Yeah, Pete!” You whisper-yelled back as you turned around. 

“ You know I kind of confessed to you earlier.”

“ I do.”

And with that, you turned around again for the last time that night and didn’t look back.

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Home Part 2

So I am finishing a part two (finale) of what was supposed to be a one shot. And I am stuck deciding between a happy ending and an angst. Any requests ?

[thepaperpanda]

“Please stop making me fall in love with you!” || M’baku x Reader One shot

Summary: You are a simple healer with feelings for M’baku.

Warnings: none

Words: 1270

Author: Cass

A/N: This one-shot was written for @arawynn ‘s writing challenge. My prompt was “Please stop making me fall in love with you! I swear, every time I see your beautiful face, I fall all over again.”

Living high in the mountains wasn't easy and everyone knew it, everyone except people from Jabari tribal.

You were a simple healer, your main objective was to keep everyone happy and healthy, no matter what it was, a sickness or a battle wounds.

You were mostly taking care of second thing but still, it was your work.

Jabari liked to fight and everyone knew it, that was why there were so many of warriors, like you. You were the one that was bringing them a relief after every fight.

You were calmly walking through the village with a basket full of herbs when you saw a little boy sitting in front of your house.

"Let me guess, you played with older boys again, huh?" You said walking closer to him.

Boy nodded. "I just really want to be like they, and I hurt my leg."

You smiled softly and opened door to your hut. "I told you that soon you will be like them, and that for now, you should be careful around them." You put away your basket and patted a little stool. "Come on, let's take a look at this leg."

Boy nodded and climbed on a stool, showing you his leg, then you carefully inspected his injury. It was nothing more than a bigger scratch.

You gently washed his wound and wrapped it into the fresh bandage. You could see that boy didn't like it, and tried to be brave.

When you were done, you petted his head.

"You were really brave but please, be more careful. Warrior need to be brave but also wise, okay?"

He giggled and nodded. "Okay, I promise but can you take me home?"

You smiled at him. "This one time I will do this." You said and took boy's hand. "Okay, let's go."

You knew where the boy lived, so it wasn't a big deal for you to take him home.

You considered that a time spent with kids was the best time of your life. They were funny, cute, gently, and they made your heart melt. They often liked to pull you into their little games every time when they saw you, and you weren't too busy with your work.

It was a nice difference than patching up adults.

Suddenly, you were surrounded by other kids that wanted to play.

Little did you know that you were watched by someone else also.  To be exact, by M’baku himself.

You both knew each other pretty well, you often were helping him with wounds or any kind of injuries. This was what he loved in you, your kindness, your need of helping someone, how gently you were.

He never was brave enough to tell you everything, and he felt so weird with it but finally decided to walk to you. “Y/N?”

You looked up from crowd of kids and smiled. “M’baku!” You bowed your head a little and looked at kids. “Okay, now go and play alone.” When you were free, you smiled at M’baku again. “How are you today? Everything is fine?”

He nodded. “Yes, everything is fine. I was wondering how are you today, that’s why I came here.” “That’s so nice.  I am great, I just returned from my herbs hunt and I was kidnapped by kids.”  You said before laughing.

“They like you, you look like person that is really good with kids.” He noticed with smile.

You blinked and blushed deeply, you haven’t used to hear such a words from him. “I… Thank you, I am sorry M’baku but… I need to go. I still have a lot of work to do.”

„This is not a problem. I hope we will see each other soon.” You both said goodbye and then you quickly walked back to your hut.

You sat on your chair and rubbed your face. “Why this always needs to happen!” You growled loudly. You were in love with him but what could you do. He was a leader when you were a simple healer.

You spend hour in your chair thinking about all of this before deciding to really do something to keep your hands and mind busy.

It was few days since you met M’baku. Your days were going slowly, without bigger problems. They were calm, filled with simple work and little pleasures like walks or playing with children.

You thought that this day will be no different than previous ones. You didn’t expect anything to happen, so you simply sat in your little hut doing practically nothing.

Suddenly you heard loud banging at your door. You rolled your eyes and got up to open them, you couldn’t describe how big surprise it was to see one of M’baku’s guards standing right in front of you.

You blinked and look up at him. “Something’s wrong? Did I do something?”

“No, our leader needs you.” He simply informed you.

What could possibly happen that he required your present now? And why he didn’t come by himself?

You quickly grabbed your bag and followed the guard.

M’baku was sitting on his throne, he didn’t look happy, you could see that but worst thing was blood on his face. You could tell it came from wound on his forehead. He looked at you. “Y/N…”

“M’baku. Look at yourself.” You walked to him closer and gently took his face in your hands. “What happened to you, I didn’t hear about any fight today.” You said before pulling out a little cloth from your bag and pressing it to his wound.

“Because there was none. Today was a coronation of young prince.” He muttered.

“You took your people and went there to challenge him, huh?” You asked and looked at him.

“Yes, I did.” M’baku nodded.

“Why you didn’t tell me earlier? I would be ready or something, at last I would know. What if T’challawould kill you? Thanks Bast that he is a smart man with good heart.” You sighed softly as you started to clean his face from blood.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to see me as a frailer.” He sighed and nuzzled to you.

At that point you couldn’t help but hugged him. “Hey, everything is fine. I still see you as someone amazing and I still see you as a great leader. This thing will never change for me.”

“Even when I lose?”

You petted his hair gently. “Well, you are beaten up but the most important is that you are back, we Jabari need you, M’baku.”

He moved his head enough so he could look up at you, at this you only smiled at him sweetly. “Please, stop.”

You blinked. “I…. I don’t do anything.”

He smiled defiantly amused by you little confusion.  “Please stop making me fall in love with you! I swear, every time I see your beautiful face, I fall all over again.” After that words he pulled you closer.

You blushed deeply and shook your head. “I love you too but now, please. Let me go M’baku, I need to take care of you.”

“Of course my queen but I have one more question to you.” He said. “Will you stay here with me? I will need your help during my recovery.”

You laughed loudly. “Well, I don’t think your injuries need so much attention but just for the safety, I will stay to keep an eye on.”

“I cannot wait to have both of those beautiful eyes all over me.” He murmured.

“M’baku! Stop, now come on. Let me finish my job!” You said frowning.

“Okay, let’s do some of your

magic.” M’baku nodded.

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Grease Lightning (Bucky x Reader High School!AU)- Part 3

Summary: It’s opening night of the production, meaning you’ll be seeing Bucky for the second time. You talk some more and get to know more about the kind of guy Bucky’s like.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner (mentioned), Steve Rogers (mentioned)

Warnings: none, well a lil’ bit of inner teen turmoil

Word Count: 1914

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You tapped your toes in anticipation for Bucky to arrive. It was opening night and you couldn’t clear your mind of the looming pressure to make Bucky look great- well, more so than he usually did. He was the lead in the play, so you had no room to mess anything up. You were also nervous and excited to see him again. While you felt you had done fairly well during the dress rehearsal, you really hoped you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of Bucky tonight. After really meeting him and getting a small glimpse of the kind of person he was, you felt even more anxious about seeing him this time, now that you knew he was far from the pretentious jock you’d tried to make him out to be in your mind.

You imagined possible conversations you might have with him tonight as you did his makeup, if he was even in the mood to talk. Maybe he really didn’t want to talk with you. Your mind flashed to the conversation the two of you’d shared during the dress rehearsal, and you felt a swell of regret at all of the imposing questions you’d asked him. Sure, he’d been easy and pleasant to talk to- much more so than you’d expected- but maybe he was just being polite and you’d actually made him uncomfortable. Okay, maybe you’ll just do his makeup and hair and nothing else. Just stay outta the way and let him prepare for his performance.

You wiped your palms on your jeans restlessly, suddenly feeling very thirsty. You grabbed your water bottle, chugging it until it was empty. You tossed the bottle in the recycling, then turned around to see a head of shaggy dark hair lounging in the chair at your station. Your stomach flipped and you took a breath to calm your racing heart. “Bucky, hey,” you managed out, pleased with how steady your voice had been. Bucky’s soft eyes met yours, and his face split into a wide grin.

“Hey, (Y/N), how’s it been?”

“Not bad. You? Excited for tonight?” Bucky chuckled shyly, shrugging.

“I’m nervous,” he admitted. You let out a soft breath.

“I know you’ll do great,” you reassured him. You swallowed thickly at the grateful smile he gave you. You cleared your throat, quickly looking away. You tried to put on your professional face, suddenly becoming very interested in the makeup supplies you’d already gathered at our station. “Alrighty, well let’s get started.” You handed him the paper towel to put over his costume, avoiding his gaze as you busied yourself with applying facial cleanser to a cotton pad. “You mind?” You asked quietly as you held up the pad. He shook his head no, and you began wiping it over his skin.

“So what’s new with you?” He asked. You shrugged.

“Um, not very much, I guess. How about you?” You threw away the pad and began applying the foundation.

“Same for me. Hey, I realized I never really asked you anything about yourself last time. I just talked about myself the whole time. What do you like to do outside of hair and makeup?” Your hand’s movements jerked in surprise at his question. Stupid Bucky, can’t even pretend to be a jerk for a second?

“U-uh, I don’t really know. I’m not very interesting,” you said lamely.

“Oh, come on. I’ve seen your art in the yearbook. You’re really, really good. Do you like doing that kinda stuff?” God, the son of a bitch won’t stop. You felt yourself getting annoyed at the fact that he was being so nice and… interested in you. I mean, the formalities could have stopped at ‘how are you’, but now he’s making a genuine effort. You’d never had someone work so hard to talk to you. You didn’t know how to react.

“Um, yeah, I like it. It’s not like I could make a career out of it or anything, but it’s a nice hobby…”

“Steve’s tried teaching a few times, but I can’t draw for shit. I wish I could, but I guess it’s something you either have or you don’t, huh?” He let out a chuckle. “And I was serious, you’re really good. I mean, I only know what I’ve seen in the yearbook and what Steve’s told me, but you’re really talented.”

You felt the heat radiating from your cheeks in waves. “Oh, uh- thanks. That’s really nice of you to say. Although, I never knew Steve talked about me to his other friends.” Bucky’s eyes widened slightly before casting down to his lap.

“Oh, yeah, uh, I think it must’ve come up in a conversation or something…” Was it you, or were his ears a little red? Probably just you. You put away the foundation and grabbed the eyeliner pencil. You held it up, giving him a slight grimace.

“Sorry to have to do this again.” Bucky laughed.

“You know, it wasn’t actually that bad with you doing it.” He leaned back and closed his eyes in preparation. "Can we do the three count thing again, though? That was good.” You said yes and bent forward. You rested the heel of your hand on his cheek, eyeliner hovering over his eye.

“Okay, when you’re ready.” Bucky opened his eye, looking up at the ceiling. You brought the pencil to his eye gently. “One,” you began to trace. “Two,” you were just about finished, working swiftly. “Three.” You pulled away, letting Bucky blink a few times.

He grabbed a mirror from the table to look. “That was really good. Do you need to go again?” You shook your head.

“No, looks great. We can do the other one.” You repeated the process on his other eye, once again finishing in one go.

“Wow, that was really smooth. Go team!” Bucky held up a fist, which you bumped with your own. You laughed at his antics. You applied a little bit of blush and neutral lipstick before switching to his hair.

As you combed through the soft locks, you could see Bucky’s head leaning into your touch. You tried not to make anything of it as you worked out the knots as gently as you could, then grabbed the bottle of gel. “So what shows do you like to watch?” Bucky asked as you squeezed some gel into your palm. You hesitated.

“Uh, I dunno. A little bit of everything. I like stuff like Brooklyn 99 and FRIENDS, and my friend and I have been watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t know. There’s a lot of other ones I can’t think of right now,” you laughed awkwardly.

“Oh, man, I love those shows! Well, I haven’t seen Buffy, but my ma loves it. But the other ones are my jam!” You smiled affectionately at Bucky’s animated response. “Do you watch The Office?”

“I love The Office!” You expressed. The two of you continued a lively discussion of favourite shows, characters and movies as you continued to style Bucky’s hair. You couldn’t believe how easy it was to talk to him. Once you had both been coaxed out of your shells, it was like you’d known him forever. You got to see a side of Bucky that you never expected. He was funny and personable, but could also be shy in some aspects, like when he confessed his guilty pleasure movie was Pretty in Pink. It was weird to think you’d only really spoken to each other on two occasions- the dress rehearsal and now- but you really liked it. You didn’t want to stop. You knew you’ never get the chance to talk to him like this again after all the shows were done, so you were going to revel in the next two days, having him to yourself. You knew it was selfish, but when it was just you and him, you didn’t feel nervous like you would if he was standing with his friends. You didn’t feel intimidated or like you didn’t belong there, talking to him. You knew that would change when all this was over. Sure he was a nice guy, but realistically, he was talking to you because there was nothing else to do while he was sitting in that chair getting his hair done. As soon as he wasn’t obligated to, he’d go back to his friends, and you to yours. You couldn’t expect the two of you to suddenly be besties; it would be foolish and pathetic to do so. You two weren’t actually friends of anything more than that. It was no one’s fault; that was just the way it was.

“… eventually I just crumpled up the whole page and tossed it. I mean, I’d already erased and redrawn the damn hand so many times I’d worn through the paper, so I figured I might as well just give up. Meanwhile, Steve’s there, finishing up this masterpiece, like freaking Leonardo DiCaprio or something.” Bucky threw his hands up in exasperation. “Wait, that’s not right.” You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Shit, I meant Leonardo DaVinci. That’s embarrassing…” You chuckled.

“I do that all the time,” you reassured him. You fixed his ducktail one last time before walking around to face him. Like before, you pulled a lock of hair from the style and curled it around your finger before letting it fall against his forehead. “All done.”

“Already?” Bucky’s shoulders seemed to slump slightly. You nodded.

“Barnes, you ready? We need to fit you for the mic!” Ms. Hill called into the room. Bucky rubbed his hands on his *distracting* denim-clad thighs before pushing himself up and out of his chair.

Bucky licked his lips as he faced you. “Thanks again, everything looks great. Like always,” he added. You nodded again, rubbing the back of your neck to try to calm the heat in your cheeks.

“No problem. Uh, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night for the next performance?”

Bucky shoved his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, definitely.”

“Barnes!” Ms. Hill called again. “Can you please hurry up, we’ve got a show to get started with.”

“Sorry, I’m keeping you. Um, break a leg,” you gave him a lame half-wave before turning around to start cleaning up your station.

Nat was once again cleaning her own station next to you, though she was now leaning against the table, looking behind you. “Still looking at you,” she sang. “Looking, looking, and…”

“Bucky, come on! What the hell are you staring at?” Ms. Hill’s exasperated tone rang through the room again. Your entire body was radiating heat.

“Oh look, now he’s in trouble. He turning around. He’s leaving. Oh! He just looked back for like a second. He’s smiling- oh, shit, he sees me watching him.” Nat lifted a hand and waved. “He’s red, and- oh, now he’s gone.”

“Thanks for your little made up commentary,” you said flatly. You could only see the tip of your nose, but it was glowing with heat. You threw out your garbage and put away the makeup. “Very entertaining.”

“You think I was making that shit up?” Nat scoffed. You gave her a look.

“Come on, Nat, it’s not like that. When in the history of reality has something ever turned into anything from a girl doing a cute guy’s hair and makeup for a play?” Nat clicked her tongue.

“I’ll answer that after my date with Bruce on Saturday night.”

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Alleged Love Child

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by reigningqueenofwords

Words: 2269, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 71 of Petty Insults

Fandoms: Mervel - Fandom, Avengers

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Reader, Heimdall (OC), Bucky Barnes

Relationships: tony x reader - Relationship, past Steve x Reader

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