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euphoria • (tony stark x reader)

summary; you’re each other’s euphoria.

warnings; bad writing?? lmfao idk what this is. v rushed fluff. enjoy :)

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“Tony.” You call his name from the passenger seat, your train of sight is glued to the passing trees and a few little cottages. The sound of the pouring rain hitting the roof of the car puts you in a tranquil state, which you can tell puts Tony at ease.

You hate to admit it but you haven’t been the easiest person to ride with, six hours in the car alone with you, and Tony knows that very well now.

The tension of the recent squabble you both had slowly dissipated, the hard grip Tony held on the steering wheel loosens as he hears his name roll off the tip of your tongue. It’s a soft, mellow murmur and he knows you’re just frustrated and tired from the long drive.

“I’m sorry for being bitchy.” You admitted, turning your head in his direction. He nods it off, giving you a small smile. His hands find your blanket-covered thigh and reassuringly squeezes it. It’s become a platonic habit for him that sets fire to your loins.

Your relationship with Tony is strictly platonic, he’s your best friend. Period. But these past few months you’ve begun to see him in a different light. A light you wish would just dull or blow a fuse because you know the feelings you’ve harbored for him are without a doubt, unrequited.

His hands stay rested on your thigh as he finally pulls up to the motel you’d be staying in. Tony doesn’t have to say anything, you already know what he’s thinking. The look on his face shows pure uncertainty.

The motel sign flickers for a brief moment, being the only source of light in the foreign place and already sending chills up your spine by the jungle growing behind the infrastructure. It reminds you of a scene straight out of a horror film that makes you shudder.

He notices you tense and sends you a comforting smile. His index finger traces small circles on your thigh as he tries his best to reassure you that you’re safe. You can’t help yourself anymore when thunder rumbles, making you jump. Without thinking twice you intertwined your fingers with his, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Tony lets out a soft chuckle and his thumb begins to delicately run up and down your index finger, prompting a pink hue to grace your cheeks. Tony doesn’t notice it as he parks the car, choosing the closest spot to the entrance.

“If anything goes south, we are getting the hell out of here. Quickly.” He mutters, eliciting a giggle from you. The sound brings a smile to his face and you see the crinkles by his eyes. He’s the cutest person you’ve ever seen.

Tony grabs the two duffel bags from the backseat and is ready to exit the car until you stop him. “Tony.” You chide, noticing the distance between the car and the entrance of the motel. You were gonna get soaked in the rain. “Do you have an umbrella?” You ask, motioning to the rain dripping down the windows.

He scoffs. “Do I have an umbrella?” He says mockingly as he almost topples onto the backseat looking for said item. “Well?” You ask, crossing your arms and leaning back into your seat. The lightning striking was not helping your situation.

Tony clears his throat, “Well.” You groan, already knowing where this was going. “I did my hair this morning too! And now it’s gonna get ruined!” You whined, pouting.

Tony rolls his eyes, plopping back into his seat. “Stop being a baby, Y/N.”

You glare at him, “Fine.” Huffing, you tied your hair into a bun and removed the blanket from your jean-clad thighs. You wrapped the blanket around your head like you do with your towel and look up to see Tony watching you wide-eyed. “That is unnecessary, Y/N”.

“Bite me, Stark.”

You open the door, running towards the motel and leaving Tony to carry both of your bags. There’s a smile across your face as you reach the door of the entrance and you realize your shirt is soaked, just like you predicted.

Tony sprints towards you, almost tripping over the straps of the bag and places it on the ground. He takes a second to catch his breath, eyeing your goofy grin. You couldn’t help it, he looked adorable with wet hair.

You both enter the motel, earning a few looks from the guests and receptionist. You hang back, unwrapping the blanket from your hair as Tony gets the keys to your room. The air conditioner in the lobby begins to make you shiver in your wet clothes and you pray for Tony to hurry.

A few minutes pass and Tony finally approaches you, a distressed look on his face. “What’s wrong?” You ask, standing up from the chair you were sat on and wrapping the blanket tighter around you.

“Apparently there’s been a mix up with our rooms. They’re booked entirely due to the storm and there’s one room left but- only one bed. I said we’ll take it as it beats sleeping in the car.” He shrugs, dangling the key in front of you.

You groan, taking the key from his hands and heading towards the room. You’re pretty sure you’d rather sleep in a Porsche than a dingy motel bedroom, but you don’t fuss.

On the bright side, you’d be able to wake up next to Tony. Just the thought of the close proximity you’d share with him has your heart racing and you practically sprint towards your room, Tony following suit.

Tony isn’t fazed by sharing a bed with you. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s slept next to you due to countless missions but, this time feels different to him.

He’s been bolder with his touches towards you, hoping you’d realize that something has changed, he isn’t exactly sure what it is but he catches himself staring at you in the corner of his eye a little too much lately and it’s enough for him to come to a realization that he’s got a crush on you.

Just a silly crush which should not surprise him as much as it does. You’re practically always together and when people don’t suspect you’re a couple, that’s when it’s strange.

You glance at Tony as you shove the key into the lock, turning it. Opening the door, you’re met with one bed, a nightstand and venturing deeper, there’s a bathroom with a sink. It’s a standard motel room with lousy flower wallpaper. You begin to head to the bathroom. Your clothes cling to you uncomfortably and you’re shivering slightly.

Tony rests both duffel bags on the bed, and pulls out his phone, you assume he’s contacting the others to let them know you’re both safe. You unzip your bag, gathering your clothes before you enter the bathroom until you realize- you didn’t pack sleepwear.

There are a few dresses way too tight to pass as a nightgown and jeans and shirts aren’t exactly what you’re looking for right now. You shake your head, bringing your palms to cover your face, you don’t think twice with what you’re about to do.

You seek comfort, and comfort is what you’re determined to get. Tony’s back is facing towards you and you quietly unzip his bag, shuffling around his clothes until you find an old shirt you assume he’s going to sleep with.

It’s a grey, short-sleeved shirt with numbers written boldly on it. The numbers appear to be a year, and you can see the graphic starting to fade. You settle with that, zipping up his bag and placing it in its last position.

You scurry towards the bathroom, clothes balled up in your hands, and close the door.

_____

You give yourself a once over in the tiny bathroom mirror. The shirt falls loosely around you and ends at your knees. It’s soft and obviously, smells like him. You drink in his scent and slowly, worry consumes you when you grow conscious of the fact that Tony might be mad, and ask you back for his shirt.

You shake your head. Burying the thought, you exited the bathroom. Barely closing the door, the words, “Is that my shirt?” leave Tony’s mouth as he takes in your appearance. His eyebrows perk up and a lopsided grin forms on his face.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you give Tony a twirl as a laugh falls from your lips. He saunters to you. A gently placed hand on your left hip bone has you rooted to the spot. His thumb rubs circular motions on your waist and his left-hand brushes the strands of hair that block your peripheral view. His touch soothes you and an involuntary shudder leaves you.

Tony smirks, “Looks good on you.”

“I-I didn’t have anything to sleep in.” You whisper, eyes darting between his eyes and the way his teeth sink into his bottom lip. There’s something about this man that just drives you crazy. You’re not sure what it is but you’ve come to terms that he’ll always leave you intoxicated, wanting more. Just a glance from him makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine and there’s no one but the two of you. It’s euphoric.

You’re so lost in thought that you miss the way Tony leans in even closer to you. His lips hover over yours and the string of words that leave his lips has your eyes widening.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” It’s a soft whisper, too gentle that it almost makes you collapse into his arms. But you ground yourself. The word of consent echoes throughout the small confined space you both share and his lips attach themselves to yours.

There’s sparks.

It’s a soft, tantalizing kiss and makes you feel nothing but giddiness inside. Tony smiles through the kiss as he feels you clasp onto his left arm to steady yourself.

You’re not sure when you both detach yourselves but you’re left panting. And Tony has the same goofy grin plastered on his face as you had earlier, and you just know he feels the same way.

With just one look you already know he's bursting with warmth, with good vibes and a feeling of comfort. Of love.

He feels loved.

You feel the same way about him. You know the look, the pure adoration, the way his face looks calmer, brighter. You know it all too well because you’ve had to stop yourself from making that look one too many times. It doesn’t take long for you to come to a realization.

You’re each other’s euphoria.

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euphoria • (tony stark x reader)

summary; you’re each other’s euphoria.

warnings; bad writing?? lmfao idk what this is. v rushed fluff. enjoy :)

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“Tony.” You call his name from the passenger seat, your train of sight is glued to the passing trees and a few little cottages. The sound of the pouring rain hitting the roof of the car puts you in a tranquil state, which you can tell puts Tony at ease.

You hate to admit it but you haven’t been the easiest person to ride with, six hours in the car alone with you, and Tony knows that very well now.

The tension of the recent squabble you both had slowly dissipated, the hard grip Tony held on the steering wheel loosens as he hears his name roll off the tip of your tongue. It’s a soft, mellow murmur and he knows you’re just frustrated and tired from the long drive.

“I’m sorry for being bitchy.” You admitted, turning your head in his direction. He nods it off, giving you a small smile. His hands find your blanket-covered thigh and reassuringly squeezes it. It’s become a platonic habit for him that sets fire to your loins.

Your relationship with Tony is strictly platonic, he’s your best friend. Period. But these past few months you’ve begun to see him in a different light. A light you wish would just dull or blow a fuse because you know the feelings you’ve harbored for him are without a doubt, unrequited.

His hands stay rested on your thigh as he finally pulls up to the motel you’d be staying in. Tony doesn’t have to say anything, you already know what he’s thinking. The look on his face shows pure uncertainty.

The motel sign flickers for a brief moment, being the only source of light in the foreign place and already sending chills up your spine by the jungle growing behind the infrastructure. It reminds you of a scene straight out of a horror film that makes you shudder.

He notices you tense and sends you a comforting smile. His index finger traces small circles on your thigh as he tries his best to reassure you that you’re safe. You can’t help yourself anymore when thunder rumbles, making you jump. Without thinking twice you intertwined your fingers with his, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Tony lets out a soft chuckle and his thumb begins to delicately run up and down your index finger, prompting a pink hue to grace your cheeks. Tony doesn’t notice it as he parks the car, choosing the closest spot to the entrance.

“If anything goes south, we are getting the hell out of here. Quickly.” He mutters, eliciting a giggle from you. The sound brings a smile to his face and you see the crinkles by his eyes. He’s the cutest person you’ve ever seen.

Tony grabs the two duffel bags from the backseat and is ready to exit the car until you stop him. “Tony.” You chide, noticing the distance between the car and the entrance of the motel. You were gonna get soaked in the rain. “Do you have an umbrella?” You ask, motioning to the rain dripping down the windows.

He scoffs. “Do I have an umbrella?” He says mockingly as he almost topples onto the backseat looking for said item. “Well?” You ask, crossing your arms and leaning back into your seat. The lightning striking was not helping your situation.

Tony clears his throat, “Well.” You groan, already knowing where this was going. “I did my hair this morning too! And now it’s gonna get ruined!” You whined, pouting.

Tony rolls his eyes, plopping back into his seat. “Stop being a baby, Y/N.”

You glare at him, “Fine.” Huffing, you tied your hair into a bun and removed the blanket from your jean-clad thighs. You wrapped the blanket around your head like you do with your towel and look up to see Tony watching you wide-eyed. “That is unnecessary, Y/N”.

“Bite me, Stark.”

You open the door, running towards the motel and leaving Tony to carry both of your bags. There’s a smile across your face as you reach the door of the entrance and you realize your shirt is soaked, just like you predicted.

Tony sprints towards you, almost tripping over the straps of the bag and places it on the ground. He takes a second to catch his breath, eyeing your goofy grin. You couldn’t help it, he looked adorable with wet hair.

You both enter the motel, earning a few looks from the guests and receptionist. You hang back, unwrapping the blanket from your hair as Tony gets the keys to your room. The air conditioner in the lobby begins to make you shiver in your wet clothes and you pray for Tony to hurry.

A few minutes pass and Tony finally approaches you, a distressed look on his face. “What’s wrong?” You ask, standing up from the chair you were sat on and wrapping the blanket tighter around you.

“Apparently there’s been a mix up with our rooms. They’re booked entirely due to the storm and there’s one room left but- only one bed. I said we’ll take it as it beats sleeping in the car.” He shrugs, dangling the key in front of you.

You groan, taking the key from his hands and heading towards the room. You’re pretty sure you’d rather sleep in a Porsche than a dingy motel bedroom, but you don’t fuss.

On the bright side, you’d be able to wake up next to Tony. Just the thought of the close proximity you’d share with him has your heart racing and you practically sprint towards your room, Tony following suit.

Tony isn’t fazed by sharing a bed with you. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s slept next to you due to countless missions but, this time feels different to him.

He’s been bolder with his touches towards you, hoping you’d realize that something has changed, he isn’t exactly sure what it is but he catches himself staring at you in the corner of his eye a little too much lately and it’s enough for him to come to a realization that he’s got a crush on you.

Just a silly crush which should not surprise him as much as it does. You’re practically always together and when people don’t suspect you’re a couple, that’s when it’s strange.

You glance at Tony as you shove the key into the lock, turning it. Opening the door, you’re met with one bed, a nightstand and venturing deeper, there’s a bathroom with a sink. It’s a standard motel room with lousy flower wallpaper. You begin to head to the bathroom. Your clothes cling to you uncomfortably and you’re shivering slightly.

Tony rests both duffel bags on the bed, and pulls out his phone, you assume he’s contacting the others to let them know you’re both safe. You unzip your bag, gathering your clothes before you enter the bathroom until you realize- you didn’t pack sleepwear.

There are a few dresses way too tight to pass as a nightgown and jeans and shirts aren’t exactly what you’re looking for right now. You shake your head, bringing your palms to cover your face, you don’t think twice with what you’re about to do.

You seek comfort, and comfort is what you’re determined to get. Tony’s back is facing towards you and you quietly unzip his bag, shuffling around his clothes until you find an old shirt you assume he’s going to sleep with.

It’s a grey, short-sleeved shirt with numbers written boldly on it. The numbers appear to be a year, and you can see the graphic starting to fade. You settle with that, zipping up his bag and placing it in its last position.

You scurry towards the bathroom, clothes balled up in your hands, and close the door.

_____

You give yourself a once over in the tiny bathroom mirror. The shirt falls loosely around you and ends at your knees. It’s soft and obviously, smells like him. You drink in his scent and slowly, worry consumes you when you grow conscious of the fact that Tony might be mad, and ask you back for his shirt.

You shake your head. Burying the thought, you exited the bathroom. Barely closing the door, the words, “Is that my shirt?” leave Tony’s mouth as he takes in your appearance. His eyebrows perk up and a lopsided grin forms on his face.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you give Tony a twirl as a laugh falls from your lips. He saunters to you. A gently placed hand on your left hip bone has you rooted to the spot. His thumb rubs circular motions on your waist and his left-hand brushes the strands of hair that block your peripheral view. His touch soothes you and an involuntary shudder leaves you.

Tony smirks, “Looks good on you.”

“I-I didn’t have anything to sleep in.” You whisper, eyes darting between his eyes and the way his teeth sink into his bottom lip. There’s something about this man that just drives you crazy. You’re not sure what it is but you’ve come to terms that he’ll always leave you intoxicated, wanting more. Just a glance from him makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine and there’s no one but the two of you. It’s euphoric.

You’re so lost in thought that you miss the way Tony leans in even closer to you. His lips hover over yours and the string of words that leave his lips has your eyes widening.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” It’s a soft whisper, too gentle that it almost makes you collapse into his arms. But you ground yourself. The word of consent echoes throughout the small confined space you both share and his lips attach themselves to yours.

There’s sparks.

It’s a soft, tantalizing kiss and makes you feel nothing but giddiness inside. Tony smiles through the kiss as he feels you clasp onto his left arm to steady yourself.

You’re not sure when you both detach yourselves but you’re left panting. And Tony has the same goofy grin plastered on his face as you had earlier, and you just know he feels the same way.

With just one look you already know he's bursting with warmth, with good vibes and a feeling of comfort. Of love.

He feels loved.

You feel the same way about him. You know the look, the pure adoration, the way his face looks calmer, brighter. You know it all too well because you’ve had to stop yourself from making that look one too many times. It doesn’t take long for you to come to a realization.

You’re each other’s euphoria.

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euphoria • tony stark

summary; you’re each other’s euphoria.

warnings; bad writing?? lmfao idk what this is. v rushed fluff. enjoy :) very predictable

“Tony.” You call his name from the passenger seat, your train of sight is glued to the passing trees and a few little cottages. The sound of the pouring rain hitting the roof of the car puts you in a tranquil state, which you can tell puts Tony at ease.

You hate to admit it but you haven’t been the easiest person to ride with, six hours in the car alone with you, and Tony knows that very well now.

The tension of the recent squabble you both had slowly dissipated, the hard grip Tony held on the steering wheel loosens as he hears his name roll off the tip of your tongue. It’s a soft, mellow murmur and he knows you’re just frustrated and tired from the long drive.

“I’m sorry for being bitchy.” You admitted, turning your head in his direction. He nods it off, giving you a small smile. His hands find your blanket-covered thigh and reassuringly squeezes it. It’s become a platonic habit for him that sets fire to your loins.

Your relationship with Tony is strictly platonic, he’s your best friend. Period. But these past few months you’ve begun to see him in a different light. A light you wish would just dull or blow a fuse because you know the feelings you’ve harbored for him are without a doubt, unrequited.

His hands stay rested on your thigh as he finally pulls up to the motel you’d be staying in. Tony doesn’t have to say anything, you already know what he’s thinking. The look on his face shows pure uncertainty.

The motel sign flickers for a brief moment, being the only source of light in the foreign place and already sending chills up your spine by the jungle growing behind the infrastructure. It reminds you of a scene straight out of a horror film that makes you shudder.

He notices you tense and sends you a comforting smile. His index finger traces small circles on your thigh as he tries his best to reassure you that you’re safe. You can’t help yourself anymore when thunder rumbles, making you jump. Without thinking twice you intertwined your fingers with his, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Tony lets out a soft chuckle and his thumb begins to delicately run up and down your index finger, prompting a pink hue to grace your cheeks. Tony doesn’t notice it as he parks the car, choosing the closest spot to the entrance.

“If anything goes south, we are getting the hell out of here. Quickly.” He mutters, eliciting a giggle from you. The sound brings a smile to his face and you see the crinkles by his eyes. He’s the cutest person you’ve ever seen.

Tony grabs the two duffel bags from the backseat and is ready to exit the car until you stop him. “Tony.” You chide, noticing the distance between the car and the entrance of the motel. You were gonna get soaked in the rain. “Do you have an umbrella?” You ask, motioning to the rain dripping down the windows.

He scoffs. “Do I have an umbrella?” He says mockingly as he almost topples onto the backseat looking for said item. “Well?” You ask, crossing your arms and leaning back into your seat. The lightning striking was not helping your situation.

Tony clears his throat, “Well.” You groan, already knowing where this was going. “I did my hair this morning too! And now it’s gonna get ruined!” You whined, pouting.

Tony rolls his eyes, plopping back into his seat. “Stop being a baby, Y/N.”

You glare at him, “Fine.” Huffing, you tied your hair into a bun and removed the blanket from your jean-clad thighs. You wrapped the blanket around your head like you do with your towel and look up to see Tony watching you wide-eyed. “That is unnecessary, Y/N”.

“Bite me, Stark.”

You open the door, running towards the motel and leaving Tony to carry both of your bags. There’s a smile across your face as you reach the door of the entrance and you realize your shirt is soaked, just like you predicted.

Tony sprints towards you, almost tripping over the straps of the bag and places it on the ground. He takes a second to catch his breath, eyeing your goofy grin. You couldn’t help it, he looked adorable with wet hair.

You both enter the motel, earning a few looks from the guests and receptionist. You hang back, unwrapping the blanket from your hair as Tony gets the keys to your room. The air conditioner in the lobby begins to make you shiver in your wet clothes and you pray for Tony to hurry.

A few minutes pass and Tony finally approaches you, a distressed look on his face. “What’s wrong?” You ask, standing up from the chair you were sat on and wrapping the blanket tighter around you.

“Apparently there’s been a mix up with our rooms. They’re booked entirely due to the storm and there’s one room left but- only one bed. I said we’ll take it as it beats sleeping in the car.” He shrugs, dangling the key in front of you.

You groan, taking the key from his hands and heading towards the room. You’re pretty sure you’d rather sleep in a Porsche than a dingy motel bedroom, but you don’t fuss.

On the bright side, you’d be able to wake up next to Tony. Just the thought of the close proximity you’d share with him has your heart racing and you practically sprint towards your room, Tony following suit.

Tony isn’t fazed by sharing a bed with you. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s slept next to you due to countless missions but, this time feels different to him.

He’s been bolder with his touches towards you, hoping you’d realize that something has changed, he isn’t exactly sure what it is but he catches himself staring at you in the corner of his eye a little too much lately and it’s enough for him to come to a realization that he’s got a crush on you.

Just a silly crush which should not surprise him as much as it does. You’re practically always together and when people don’t suspect you’re a couple, that’s when it’s strange.

You glance at Tony as you shove the key into the lock, turning it. Opening the door, you’re met with one bed, a nightstand and venturing deeper, there’s a bathroom with a sink. It’s a standard motel room with lousy flower wallpaper. You begin to head to the bathroom. Your clothes cling to you uncomfortably and you’re shivering slightly.

Tony rests both duffel bags on the bed, and pulls out his phone, you assume he’s contacting the others to let them know you’re both safe. You unzip your bag, gathering your clothes before you enter the bathroom until you realize- you didn’t pack sleepwear.

There are a few dresses way too tight to pass as a nightgown and jeans and shirts aren’t exactly what you’re looking for right now. You shake your head, bringing your palms to cover your face, you don’t think twice with what you’re about to do.

You seek comfort, and comfort is what you’re determined to get. Tony’s back is facing towards you and you quietly unzip his bag, shuffling around his clothes until you find an old shirt you assume he’s going to sleep with.

It’s a grey, short-sleeved shirt with numbers written boldly on it. The numbers appear to be a year, and you can see the graphic starting to fade. You settle with that, zipping up his bag and placing it in its last position.

You scurry towards the bathroom, clothes balled up in your hands, and close the door.

_____

You give yourself a once over in the tiny bathroom mirror. The shirt falls loosely around you and ends at your knees. It’s soft and obviously, smells like him. You drink in his scent and slowly, worry consumes you when you grow conscious of the fact that Tony might be mad, and ask you back for his shirt.

You shake your head. Burying the thought, you exited the bathroom. Barely closing the door, the words, “Is that my shirt?” leave Tony’s mouth as he takes in your appearance. His eyebrows perk up and a lopsided grin forms on his face.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you give Tony a twirl as a laugh falls from your lips. He saunters to you. A gently placed hand on your left hip bone has you rooted to the spot. His thumb rubs circular motions on your waist and his left-hand brushes the strands of hair that block your peripheral view. His touch soothes you and an involuntary shudder leaves you.

Tony smirks, “Looks good on you.”

“I-I didn’t have anything to sleep in.” You whisper, eyes darting between his eyes and the way his teeth sink into his bottom lip. There’s something about this man that just drives you crazy. You’re not sure what it is but you’ve come to terms that he’ll always leave you intoxicated, wanting more. Just a glance from him makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine and there’s no one but the two of you. It’s euphoric.

You’re so lost in thought that you miss the way Tony leans in even closer to you. His lips hover over yours and the string of words that leave his lips has your eyes widening.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” It’s a soft whisper, too gentle that it almost makes you collapse into his arms. But you ground yourself. The word of consent echoes throughout the small confined space you both share and his lips attach themselves to yours.

There’s sparks.

It’s a soft, tantalizing kiss and makes you feel nothing but giddiness inside. Tony smiles through the kiss as he feels you clasp onto his left arm to steady yourself.

You’re not sure when you both detach yourselves but you’re left panting. And Tony has the same goofy grin plastered on his face as you had earlier, and you just know he feels the same way.

With just one look you already know he's bursting with warmth, with good vibes and a feeling of comfort. Of love.

He feels loved.

You feel the same way about him. You know the look, the pure adoration, the way his face looks calmer, brighter. You know it all too well because you’ve had to stop yourself from making that look one too many times. It doesn’t take long for you to come to a realization.

You’re each other’s euphoria.

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Hi! Do u write for Thor?

yes i do! ty for asking! as i said before i write for most mcu characters, to sum it up i’d say everyone in endgame :)

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expectations • (bucky barnes x reader)

summary; Y/N finds solace in Bucky’s arms when she finds out her boyfriend, Steve, has been cheating on her.

warnings; SMUT. curses. infidelity. ANGST. the word soft used too many times. i was thinking of turning this into a series?? idk lmk y’all, enjoy this poorly written smut💗

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The vase thrown across the room leaves you hyperventilating, it doesn’t ease the anger as you hoped. Your fingers push back the strands of hair that have been glued to your face from the incessant crying. The shards of the broken vase prick your feet as you walk across the room to get your phone. It’s already ten past three and the dinner you cooked has undoubtedly already gone cold. He said he’d be back home by one for the latest, and you believed him. Again. You’ve already been through seven scenarios as to why he’s not here yet and each scenario you’ve pictured never came close to the truth you already knew. He was with her.

You were a fool. A fool who never questioned him when his phone vibrated in the middle of the night as you laid comfortably in his arms. A fool who never understood why he had to take certain calls in another room. You had all the evidence in front of you but you chose not to believe it. You loved him and he loved you. That’s what you told yourself as you cried yourself to sleep in your empty bed. Repeating that to yourself is what kept you waking up and going about your day as usual because you knew the minute you started believing your head instead of your heart, it was over for you.

He was the love of your life, your other half. You gave your all into loving him, taking back that now just seemed impossible. You’d never recover, you told yourself. So you never spoke your truth, never asked, told yourself it was in your head, that you were being crazy and overreacting.

Until you found his phone.

Not his usual phone, no. This one didn’t have his lock screen as the both of you or his bright-red phone case that you absolutely abhorred. It was a simple black case, the lock screen was a generic wallpaper and had multiple notifications from different apps. Dating apps. A name caught your attention, 16 unread messages from Ruby.

His password wasn’t hard to figure out, you knew the man inside out. Or so you thought as you sat there, completely shattered as you read through their conversations.

It had been a week since you found it. A week of you processing what you already knew months ago. That’s all it took, a bloody phone to realize what a dumbass you are. When he left tonight, the phone was nowhere to be found. So you knew exactly what was happening right now. He was probably balls deep into her right now and just the thought of it has you seething.

You close the door behind you, exiting your apartment. Your face is flush and your feet carry you to the nearest friend in distance, Bucky. His apartment was only a few blocks down and you just wanted to talk to somebody. Steve’s best friend might not have been your first choice but Bucky was a good friend to you and it didn’t really matter right now.

You come face to face with Bucky as he opens his door. His eyes meet yours and time stops for him. The way your smile doesn’t reach your eyes as you peer up at him worries Bucky. He knows you. Your eyelashes are still damp and your face is unquestionably red. It didn’t take a genius to know you were crying and it breaks his heart.

Bucky loved you. Truly, madly and deeply in love with you and though he thought he hid his forlorn well when you got together with Steve, you knew. A part of you always knew but never questioned it. It was uncharted territory and you loved Steve. You didn’t want to ruin the relationship you had with Bucky if you were out of bounds, so you kept quiet.

Wordlessly, Bucky leaned in a little closer. Your foreheads touching as you close your eyes. Tears streamed down your face and you wrapped your hands around his neck. Your relationship with Bucky was always comfortable, touchy, but comfortable. He made you feel safe when you were with him. You knew he always had your back.

Bucky picks you up by your legs and now you’re both sat on his sofa. Your legs wrapped around his waist as his arms circle your waist. You rest your face on his shoulder, breathing him in as unbeknownst to you, so does he. You were flooding his senses, he couldn’t fight against the thoughts that were going through him.

He strokes your hair as you whimper softly. There was no space left between you both and you could feel the beating of his heart against your chest. You pull away to face him and your lips linger against his. Not a word is said as Bucky slowly pulls you into a kiss. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your tear-stained cheek as your world slips away. You breathe each other’s air as you lazily pulled away from him.

“Y/N.” He whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. You grin, heart fluttering at his voice. Never before has your name fell from his mouth in a manner like that.

His left-hand drifts over your collarbone, to your neck, and finally to your jawline. He presses a soft kiss as you turned your head slightly. Your fingers slipped to the back of his head, running your fingertips through his locks. Your touch made him visibly relax. His lips twitched as your hands fell to his chest and slowly reached his face. You both lock eyes and your stomach drops. You knew this was bad. He was so in love with you and you weren’t in the right mindset to return his affection, you were just using him to cope with your broken heart.

His mouth never became demanding, you nudged open his lips with your tongue and he returned it with a soft lap and easily explored your mouth. Nothing hurried. The warmth in your stomach expanded and moved further down into your groin.

His hand brushed over and lingered at your most intimate area. Suddenly, that ember of arousal flared. Your body reacted just as quickly as his hands as you lifted your pelvis as much as possible for him.

He slips two fingers into your clothed pussy, pushing a little deeper. He curls his fingers, making you bend at the waist. Trying to wrap your head around the situation as you took a second to catch your breath, he shifted and delicately added a third finger, stretching your pussy. Your moans echoed through the apartment as you laid your head on his shoulder, eyes shut, mouth agape.

“Can you lie down for me babygirl?” He asks, whispering sweetly into your air. A blush forms on your cheeks as you comply. Settling back onto the sofa, he unzips your jeans and glides it off of you along with your underwear.

His eyes drop to your pussy for a moment as he lifts your thighs and rests it on his shoulders. that tongue of his wastes no time and slips, thick and heavy, through your folds, before he looks back up at you once more. You cried out rhythmically as his tongue delved into you, as he shoved the lithe muscle as deeply as it would go into your cunt, and suckled gently at your clit.

He gave a particularly strong suction to your clit and held it. You knew that was your breaking point. With your legs locking him in place as your back arched, pressing your groin to his mouth, hard. it didn’t take long for you to reach your climax. “Fuck, Bucky.”

He smiles as he watches you ride out your high and reaches up to brush his lips against yours. “Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N?” He asks, and reality hits you like a brick.

You don’t know how Steve does it. How he can fuck someone without thinking of you the entire time, how he doesn’t show a shred of remorse when he looks at you the morning after and says he loves you like nothing ever happened. How his conscience doesn’t eat him alive as he lays right next to you at night is baffling. The man you love is probably shit-faced right about now and going on round number three with his mistress. The thought of that has you fuming and you tell yourself if he can do it, so can you.

You were going to fuck his best friend and you didn’t care. The pent up anger in you made you blur out all the repercussions and consequences of your actions tonight.

You only cared about one thing, revenge. you just wanted to get back at him.

You give him a sincere smile and respond, “Yes, I want this, Buck.” You cup his face and pull him into another kiss, his hair fell to the sides of his face and you pushed it back, just to see him enjoy the mild caress.

Your fingers remained threaded into his hair as he rested his forehead on yours, the gesture made your heart fuzzy. Bucky was a sweet man, and you cherished his friendship but over the years you’ve noticed him change with you. You weren’t blind, you saw the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching. You’d notice his sudden flinches when Steve put his arm around you, the signs come flooding back and you can’t help but wonder if he knew you were being cheated on.

You snap back to reality when Bucky begins to pepper you with kisses while hastily trying to shed clothing. His hands are everywhere, trying to do everything all at once, and managing to accomplish very little, which makes you giggle at his foolishness.

You help unfasten his belt and pants and pull them off his legs as easily as you can. His shirt is flung to the other side of the room along with yours, as well as your bra. Bucky takes a second to drink you in and then proceeds to attach his mouth to your breast, suckling as his other hand gently squeezes and pinches your nipple. You gasp and grab his head, pulling him in deeper. He does the same to the other one, leaving your nipples perky and wet with saliva.

His lips linger in front yours for a brief second as your hand finds his stiff cock, and begin to slowly stroke it. You watch as his eyes roll back and the sinful sound he makes stirs your desire for him. His tip is slightly wet due to the precum but you don’t mind. It makes it easier for him to slip into you.

He rocks his hips forward, entering you. The friction was delightful and the perfect amount of pressure. It felt like heaven as you were filled with his cock. Pushing all the way into you and pausing before a teasingly slow pulling out, then repeating the motion again and again. His fingers clenched in time on your hips with his movements.

With a smile of pure bliss, you slipped a hand around his neck to pull him closer for a kiss. You could feel him smile through it, and it was contagious. You both grinned like fools until the ecstasy was too much and you faltered, lapsing into moans and gasps as you reached your climaxes.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Bucky muttered as he found comfort in the crook of your neck. Pinned under him with his cock still throbbing inside you was almost enough to send you over the edge again, but not quite. You were tired, emotionally, and physically. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he pulled out of you. He found his shirt and gently cleaned you up before carrying you to his bed.

You both fell into a deep slumber, you found solace in his arms. The morning after, you awoke with his arms wrapped around your waist, caging you in. For a brief second, happiness enveloped you. Pure joy. But the second quickly slipped away and the memories of last night wash over you. All the profanities known to man-kind were spilled in soft mutters as you tried your best to escape from Bucky’s arms. He tossed and turned but settled down the moment you placed a soft kiss to his forehead.

You didn’t know if he thought it was reality or a dream but you knew the way his lips quirked when touched him, made you feel giddy but the feeling dissipates as guilt overwhelms you. It’s six a.m. as you check your phone and see numerous calls from Steve. Your stomach churns making you hurriedly leave Bucky’s apartment.

It doesn’t take you long to reach your once happy home. The shards of the vase from last night’s revelations are still left on the floor. Your first instinct is to check on your boyfriend, to see if he even made it back home in one piece or brought his mistress with him. You try your best to not make any noise as you set your things down. Reminding yourself to clean the pieces of ceramic littered on your floor before you get hurt.

Your heart is heavy as you glance at your boyfriend sleeping on the sofa. He was crouched up, on his side, oblivious to it all. You would’ve been curious about the item poking out of his left back pocket if you hadn’t known of his rendezvous, which makes you feel shitty.

You knew what you did was wrong. There was no excuse. You thought it would’ve made you feel better because Steve does it. But it didn’t. You didn’t want to be like him, but the damage had already been done.

You felt something for Bucky.

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sooo a lot of y’all asked if there is going to be a part two for expectations and Y E S there is!! thank you for showing it sm love🥺💗

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expectations • bucky barnes

summary; Y/N finds solace in Bucky’s arms when she finds out her boyfriend, Steve, has been cheating on her.

warnings; SMUT. curses. infidelity. ANGST. the word soft used too many times. i was thinking of turning this into a series?? idk lmk y’all, enjoy this poorly written smut!

The vase thrown across the room leaves you hyperventilating, it doesn’t ease the anger as you hoped. Your fingers push back the strands of hair that have been glued to your face from the incessant crying. The shards of the broken vase prick your feet as you walk across the room to get your phone. It’s already ten past three and the dinner you cooked has undoubtedly already gone cold. He said he’d be back home by one for the latest, and you believed him. Again. You’ve already been through seven scenarios as to why he’s not here yet and each scenario you’ve pictured never came close to the truth you already knew. He was with her.

You were a fool. A fool who never questioned him when his phone vibrated in the middle of the night as you laid comfortably in his arms. A fool who never understood why he had to take certain calls in another room. You had all the evidence in front of you but you chose not to believe it. You loved him and he loved you. That’s what you told yourself as you cried yourself to sleep in your empty bed. Repeating that to yourself is what kept you waking up and going about your day as usual because you knew the minute you started believing your head instead of your heart, it was over for you.

He was the love of your life, your other half. You gave your all into loving him, taking back that now just seemed impossible. You’d never recover, you told yourself. So you never spoke your truth, never asked, told yourself it was in your head, that you were being crazy and overreacting.

Until you found his phone.

Not his usual phone, no. This one didn’t have his lock screen as the both of you or his bright-red phone case that you absolutely abhorred. It was a simple black case, the lock screen was a generic wallpaper and had multiple notifications from different apps. Dating apps. A name caught your attention, 16 unread messages from Ruby.

His password wasn’t hard to figure out, you knew the man inside out. Or so you thought as you sat there, completely shattered as you read through their conversations.

It had been a week since you found it. A week of you processing what you already knew months ago. That’s all it took, a bloody phone to realize what a dumbass you are. When he left tonight, the phone was nowhere to be found. So you knew exactly what was happening right now. He was probably balls deep into her right now and just the thought of it has you seething.

You close the door behind you, exiting your apartment. Your face is flush and your feet carry you to the nearest friend in distance, Bucky. His apartment was only a few blocks down and you just wanted to talk to somebody. Steve’s best friend might not have been your first choice but Bucky was a good friend to you and it didn’t really matter right now.

You come face to face with Bucky as he opens his door. His eyes meet yours and time stops for him. The way your smile doesn’t reach your eyes as you peer up at him worries Bucky. He knows you. Your eyelashes are still damp and your face is unquestionably red. It didn’t take a genius to know you were crying and it breaks his heart.

Bucky loved you. Truly, madly and deeply in love with you and though he thought he hid his forlorn well when you got together with Steve, you knew. A part of you always knew but never questioned it. It was uncharted territory and you loved Steve. You didn’t want to ruin the relationship you had with Bucky if you were out of bounds, so you kept quiet.

Wordlessly, Bucky leaned in a little closer. Your foreheads touching as you close your eyes. Tears streamed down your face and you wrapped your hands around his neck. Your relationship with Bucky was always comfortable, touchy, but comfortable. He made you feel safe when you were with him. You knew he always had your back.

Bucky picks you up by your legs and now you’re both sat on his sofa. Your legs wrapped around his waist as his arms circle your waist. You rest your face on his shoulder, breathing him in as unbeknownst to you, so does he. You were flooding his senses, he couldn’t fight against the thoughts that were going through him.

He strokes your hair as you whimper softly. There was no space left between you both and you could feel the beating of his heart against your chest. You pull away to face him and your lips linger against his. Not a word is said as Bucky slowly pulls you into a kiss. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your tear-stained cheek as your world slips away. You breathe each other’s air as you lazily pulled away from him.

“Y/N.” He whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. You grin, heart fluttering at his voice. Never before has your name fell from his mouth in a manner like that.

His left-hand drifts over your collarbone, to your neck, and finally to your jawline. He presses a soft kiss as you turned your head slightly. Your fingers slipped to the back of his head, running your fingertips through his locks. Your touch made him visibly relax. His lips twitched as your hands fell to his chest and slowly reached his face. You both lock eyes and your stomach drops. You knew this was bad. He was so in love with you and you weren’t in the right mindset to return his affection, you were just using him to cope with your broken heart.

His mouth never became demanding, you nudged open his lips with your tongue and he returned it with a soft lap and easily explored your mouth. Nothing hurried. The warmth in your stomach expanded and moved further down into your groin.

His hand brushed over and lingered at your most intimate area. Suddenly, that ember of arousal flared. Your body reacted just as quickly as his hands as you lifted your pelvis as much as possible for him.

He slips two fingers into your clothed pussy, pushing a little deeper. He curls his fingers, making you bend at the waist. Trying to wrap your head around the situation as you took a second to catch your breath, he shifted and delicately added a third finger, stretching your pussy. Your moans echoed through the apartment as you laid your head on his shoulder, eyes shut, mouth agape.

“Can you lie down for me babygirl?” He asks, whispering sweetly into your air. A blush forms on your cheeks as you comply. Settling back onto the sofa, he unzips your jeans and glides it off of you along with your underwear.

His eyes drop to your pussy for a moment as he lifts your thighs and rests it on his shoulders. that tongue of his wastes no time and slips, thick and heavy, through your folds, before he looks back up at you once more. You cried out rhythmically as his tongue delved into you, as he shoved the lithe muscle as deeply as it would go into your cunt, and suckled gently at your clit.

He gave a particularly strong suction to your clit and held it. You knew that was your breaking point. With your legs locking him in place as your back arched, pressing your groin to his mouth, hard. it didn’t take long for you to reach your climax. “Fuck, Bucky.”

He smiles as he watches you ride out your high and reaches up to brush his lips against yours. “Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N?” He asks, and reality hits you like a brick.

You don’t know how Steve does it. How he can fuck someone without thinking of you the entire time, how he doesn’t show a shred of remorse when he looks at you the morning after and says he loves you like nothing ever happened. How his conscience doesn’t eat him alive as he lays right next to you at night is baffling. The man you love is probably shit-faced right about now and going on round number three with his mistress. The thought of that has you fuming and you tell yourself if he can do it, so can you.

You were going to fuck his best friend and you didn’t care. The pent up anger in you made you blur out all the repercussions and consequences of your actions tonight.

You only cared about one thing, revenge. you just wanted to get back at him.

You give him a sincere smile and respond, “Yes, I want this, Buck.” You cup his face and pull him into another kiss, his hair fell to the sides of his face and you pushed it back, just to see him enjoy the mild caress.

Your fingers remained threaded into his hair as he rested his forehead on yours, the gesture made your heart fuzzy. Bucky was a sweet man, and you cherished his friendship but over the years you’ve noticed him change with you. You weren’t blind, you saw the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching. You’d notice his sudden flinches when Steve put his arm around you, the signs come flooding back and you can’t help but wonder if he knew you were being cheated on.

You snap back to reality when Bucky begins to pepper you with kisses while hastily trying to shed clothing. His hands are everywhere, trying to do everything all at once, and managing to accomplish very little, which makes you giggle at his foolishness.

You help unfasten his belt and pants and pull them off his legs as easily as you can. His shirt is flung to the other side of the room along with yours, as well as your bra. Bucky takes a second to drink you in and then proceeds to attach his mouth to your breast, suckling as his other hand gently squeezes and pinches your nipple. You gasp and grab his head, pulling him in deeper. He does the same to the other one, leaving your nipples perky and wet with saliva.

His lips linger in front yours for a brief second as your hand finds his stiff cock, and begin to slowly stroke it. You watch as his eyes roll back and the sinful sound he makes stirs your desire for him. His tip is slightly wet due to the precum but you don’t mind. It makes it easier for him to slip into you.

He rocks his hips forward, entering you. The friction was delightful and the perfect amount of pressure. It felt like heaven as you were filled with his cock. Pushing all the way into you and pausing before a teasingly slow pulling out, then repeating the motion again and again. His fingers clenched in time on your hips with his movements.

With a smile of pure bliss, you slipped a hand around his neck to pull him closer for a kiss. You could feel him smile through it, and it was contagious. You both grinned like fools until the ecstasy was too much and you faltered, lapsing into moans and gasps as you reached your climaxes.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Bucky muttered as he found comfort in the crook of your neck. Pinned under him with his cock still throbbing inside you was almost enough to send you over the edge again, but not quite. You were tired, emotionally, and physically. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he pulled out of you. He found his shirt and gently cleaned you up before carrying you to his bed.

You both fell into a deep slumber, you found solace in his arms. The morning after, you awoke with his arms wrapped around your waist, caging you in. For a brief second, happiness enveloped you. Pure joy. But the second quickly slipped away and the memories of last night wash over you. All the profanities known to man-kind were spilled in soft mutters as you tried your best to escape from Bucky’s arms. He tossed and turned but settled down the moment you placed a soft kiss to his forehead.

You didn’t know if he thought it was reality or a dream but you knew the way his lips quirked when touched him, made you feel giddy but the feeling dissipates as guilt overwhelms you. It’s six a.m. as you check your phone and see numerous calls from Steve. Your stomach churns making you hurriedly leave Bucky’s apartment.

It doesn’t take you long to reach your once happy home. The shards of the vase from last night’s revelations are still left on the floor. Your first instinct is to check on your boyfriend, to see if he even made it back home in one piece or brought his mistress with him. You try your best to not make any noise as you set your things down. Reminding yourself to clean the pieces of ceramic littered on your floor before you get hurt.

Your heart is heavy as you glance at your boyfriend sleeping on the sofa. He was crouched up, on his side, oblivious to it all. You would’ve been curious about the item poking out of his left back pocket if you hadn’t known of his rendezvous, which makes you feel shitty.

You knew what you did was wrong. There was no excuse. You thought it would’ve made you feel better because Steve does it. But it didn’t. You didn’t want to be like him, but the damage had already been done.

You felt something for Bucky.

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reblogging this! don’t be scared to send in more than one! I’m desperately looking for inspiration during this quarantine :(

PROMPT LIST;

A little prompt list made from many other lists I saw on tumblr. Some are mine though. Feel free to reblog.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! You can request from this list if you’d like, just state which character and the number of the prompt/s.

I write for most MCU characters ranging from Avengers Endgame (just to sum it up yk) If there’s any character you’re not sure about, just ask!!

GENERAL;

1. “Can I kiss you right now?”

2. “Is that my shirt?”

3. “Do you trust me?”

4. “You own my heart.”

5. “Are you jealous?”

6. “God, you’re hot.”

7. “Touch me.”

8. “Why are you naked?”

9. “Are you mad at me?”

10. “Stop being a baby.”

11. “Take that back!”

12. “Just fuck it up.”

13. “Just how stupid do you think I am?”

14. “There’s only one bed.”

15. “You just can’t sit there all day.”

16. “You’re Satan.”

17. “Did you just hiss at me?”

18. “That was kind of hot.”

19. “I missed you so much.”

20. “You are breathtaking.”

21. “Is that a hickey?”

22. “Drop the attitude.”

23. “Can I tell you a secret.”

24. “Fuck you guys.”

25. “Did you just insult me.”

26. “Karma.”

27. “Try me. Bitch.”

28. “How is my wife more badass than me?”

29. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

30. “Define normal.”

31. “And you wonder why you’re still single.”

32. “I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.”

33. “My middle finger salutes you.”

34. “So stick that in your juice box and suck it.”

35. “Obviously you have mistaken me for someone who gives a shit.”

36. “You’re so fucking adorable.”

37. “Cuddle me.”

ANGST;

38. “Stay here tonight.”

39. “I’ve got you.”

40. “Don’t you love me?”

41. “Kiss me.”

42. “Don’t cry.”

43. “Please don’t do this.”

44. “You make me feel safe.”

45. “I can’t do this on my own.”

46. “Who hurt you?”

47. “Nothing’s wrong with you.”

48. “I promise.”

49. “You lied.”

50. “I loved you.”

51. “I’m fine.”

52. “You’re worth it.”

53. “I love you.”

54. “Forget it.”

55. “You make me happy.”

56. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

57. “I hate that I love you.”

58. “Who do you think you are?”

59. “I trusted you.”

60. “You broke my heart.”

61. “I gave you everything.”

62. “How long has this been going on?”

63. “I’m in love with you.”

NSFW;

64. “You like that huh?”

65. “Bend over.”

66. “What a pretty sight.”

67. “On your knees.”

68. “Oh sweetheart.”

69. “Clothes. Off. Now.”

70. “Can I touch you.”

71. “What did you just say?”

72. “Good girl.”

73. “Come here.”

74. “Bite me.”

75. “Make me.”

76. “Such a tease.”

77. “I swear if you keep biting that goddamn lip, Daddy would not go easy on you.”

78. “What did you say to me?”

79. “So good for daddy.”

80. “Don’t roll your eyes at me babygirl.”

81. “Princess.”

82. “Are you not wearing panties?”

83. “Get on your knees.”

84. “We’re in public.”

85. “Scream for me.”

86. “Crawl.”

87. “I don’t care who sees.”

88. “Mine.”

[whatismarvel]

hello my lovelies!! are y’all okay?🥺

just dropping in to say that I know it’s a tough time for some of you and if you ever need a friend I’m here for you!!

also my requests are open, so if any of y’all need a pick-me-up fic don’t be shy!!

stay safe💗💗

[whatismarvel]

y’all 😭

IM SCREAMING

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hoping and praying you guys are safe!! please be careful out there!💓

[whatismarvel]

I love Bucky and I’ll definitely try to write for him again in the future!! thank you!💗💗

emotions • (bucky barnes x reader)

summary; Bucky hasn’t felt this way in ages.

warnings; bad writing. that’s it. that’s the warning. I genuinely did not know where to go w this so I apologize. writer’s block got me bad. hope you guys are okay tho!!

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Bucky’s not really sure what to do. His eyes are darting back and forth from a replica of himself to you. He opens his mouth ever so slightly and closes it, his hands are rolled into fists in the pockets of his jacket. The hoodie only covers his hair and it’s finally dawning on him that this wasn’t his best idea.

Sam would agree. He’s not that far from the soldier but he can see the predicament he’s gotten himself into very clearly.

Your eyes are plastered on the black-hoodie man’s form. You didn’t know if you were going crazy, but you could’ve sworn you saw James Barnes himself. But maybe you were just imagining things. The little kindergarteners around your feet are buzzing, bringing you out of your thoughts. Their faces are so precious and when they see the statue of Captain America, they freak out. Some are crying because they wanted to see him in real life and others are shouting they want to be a superhero just like him. You can’t help but smile so wide, they were so adorable.

When you and the other teachers have managed to calm a few down from crying, you begin to move onto the Winter Soldier, and you look back just one more time to spot the hoodie man to see if you were actually crazy.

You weren’t.

Behind you, just a few meters away, was James Buchanan Barnes. He froze as his eyes met yours once more and he cursed himself for not moving the first time it happened. He was just so entranced by the whole museum, no matter how many times he came, he always felt like this was part of him. The real Bucky.

The Bucky who felt things so deeply and yet was so carefree, who was recognized and looked up to, who stood for what he believed in and took nobody’s bullshit. The Bucky who loved and cared.

That Bucky is gone. Not entirely though. Over the years he’s come out of his shell, he talks more, cracks a few jokes and most importantly, he smiles now. He doesn’t think he has his playboy demeanor anymore and the way his cheeks flush and his palms sweat just in the presence of a young lady, makes him wish he does. He’s shy now, closed off to people he doesn’t know and anxious.

The way you’re both staring at each other leads Bucky into forming a small smile. So small, it doesn’t even look like a smile, but you see it and you almost scream. You turn your head back around so quickly you get whiplash. Your heart is beating so fast and you almost feel like crying. You can’t believe James Barnes is behind you, the man who you’ve heard went through so much that made your heart ached for him, the man who is standing behind you that slowly overcame all the negativity surrounding himself and within. He was an inspiration to you and you always wished that one day you’d get to tell him how strong he is and what an impact he has had on your life.

Ella, the pony-tailed little girl from your class touches your leg, “Miss Y/N, I need to pee-pee.” She says softly. You smile down at her and nod, “C’mon,” you gently pick her up and put her on your waist.

The walk to the washroom is not far, but you have to pass Bucky first, which makes you wish you never saw him. You speed-walk, trying your best not to look at him as you pass.

On the way back, the children are gathering around the Captain America Shield, right where the black-hoodie man, who you know for a fact is James Barnes. He’s just a meter away from where your group is. As you plop Ella down on her feet she runs towards the group.

You’re now standing beside him as you take in the children’s fascination. You take a deep breath and exhale shakily. You’re sweating and the tension in the air is thick as you try to focus your eyes on the children and not in his direction.

To your surprise, Bucky softly chuckles. It’s not loud enough to attract attention but just enough to turn your head at him. He’s tall, and you have to look up just a bit. And the sight before you is breathtaking. His baby blue eyes are brought out with the help of the black hoodie, and his beard gives him a classy look. Well, as classy as it gets in a hoodie and sweatpants.

“You’re cute.” The words fly out his mouth without warning, he’s just as shocked as you as it registers in his mind what he said. “Uh-“ you quickly turn your head to your students and to your relief, they are preoccupied with the teachers leading them to the other side of the museum. You take that as your cue to leave but not before replying to him.

“Thanks.” You mutter, a soft hue painting your cheeks. Bucky’s not sure what’s taking over him but he wants to give into you, a complete stranger. It’s not the wisest decision and he wished Sam would come to rescue his ass. He cringes when you walk past him and regrets he ever said anything, but his self depreciative thoughts are cut short when you turn around and smile adoringly at him.

“Thanks for being yourself and inspiring people, like me.” You confessed, resulting in him being completely taken aback. He opens his mouth once more to speak but spots Sam’s figure approaching at the corner of his eye. Sam follows Bucky’s gaze and his eyes widen. “Uh-you’re welcome-“ he squints his eyes at you, a means for you to tell him your name. “Y/N.” You smiled.

“Listen I’m sorry for being weird-“

You giggle, “It’s fine, thank you for the compliment, once again.” He nods, smiling like a fool. Sam grins at his friend's awkwardness and you catch a glimpse of him. You take a deep breath, this was way too much for you to handle today. You were freaking out. “Big fan.” You spoke truthfully. Sam smiles sweetly at you and turns to whisper to Bucky.

With that giving you a chance to search for your class, you realize the other teachers are looking for you. You bite your lip and turn your head back around. “It was truly an honor meeting you guys. Keep up the good work.” You smile and slowly back further away from the superheroes.

“Y/N!” Bucky calls out, making you stop in your tracks. He jogs to where you are, and there’s an overwhelming feeling at the pit of your stomach. You raise your head to look him in the eyes are immediately in a trance, his eyes are so captivating, you quickly take in as much of his gorgeous face as you can before he catches you staring.

He presents a folded piece of paper to you and your eyebrows perk up. Confusion is written all over your face and he sees that. “Uhh-just open it whenever you get the time. It’s not important or anything-“ He hurriedly explains. You can sense the nervousness coursing through him and the teacher in you quickly places a hand on his palm.

It slows his words down but his eyes never leave the entwinement of your hands. The soothing touch of your thumb gliding up and down his palm makes him take a deep breath, he evidently relaxes, much to your liking. “Are you okay? You were really jittery and I was worried. I’m so sorry if I overstepped.” Your voice eases into a whisper as anxiousness takes over you.

He shakes his head as he notices your tense appearance. “No-thank you. I appreciate it. I’m just uneasy because I don’t want to miss out on what seems to be a once in a lifetime opportunity.” He smiles cheekily.

You’re quick to respond, “Got back your confidence pretty quickly don’t you think?” You say mockingly, grinning.

He chuckles, “I’m trying my best here, I haven’t done this in literal ages, so I apologize if I’m a little rusty.”

You nod, opening the crumpled piece of paper given to you, and as best as you can, you try not to scream when you see his number written, with a smiley face at the end. You glimpse at him, rolling your eyes and smirking. “Very romantic, Mr. Barnes.”

“Thank you very much, Y/N. How about I take you out on a date and learn more about you, including that last name of yours?” He winks and you laugh at his cringy words.

“Come on, I’m trying!”