widowscharm-recs

[widowscharm-recs]

#10 and #16 for kisses w bucky plsss

10. surprise kisses, your lover wasn't prepared but responds immediately

16. a kiss that isn't meant to happen but does so anyway

I think this is my favorite one yet. ☺️🤭

Bucky's eyes watch you from across the bar, a smirk coming to his lips as he cleans the glass in his hands. You're constantly tugging down the skirt you're wearing, feeling a bit self conscious.

"Can you two not eye fuck each other while at work?" Sam, another bartender, asks Bucky.

His blue eyes meet Sam's while a laugh leaves his lips. "We don't eye fuck each other," Bucky comments and rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, okay. Tell that to everyone you work with," he mumbles as Bucky sets the glass back in it's spot.

You walk back towards the bar and rest your arms against the bartop. "These men are fucking ruthless tonight," you sigh as Bucky moves to stand in front of you.

Sam leaves the two of you alone before he ends up hearing something he doesn't need to hear. "Hi, beautiful," Bucky grunts down at you while his hand plays with yours.

"Hey, handsome," you giggle and lace your fingers with his. Bucky kisses your knuckles before letting go of your hand. "Try not to let them get to you, okay?"

You nod your head in response and list off the drinks one of your tables ordered. You watch Bucky make the four drinks while resting your chin against the palm of your hand.

"Have I ever told you that I love watching you work?" you ask with a chuckle.

Bucky's eyes lift to meet yours and you gently bite your lip. "You might have mentioned it before," he smirks and places two of the drinks in front of you.

You hum and set the glasses on your serving tray as Bucky finishes the other two. He hands you the other two drinks and you thank him softly.

"Love you," he mumbles loud enough for you to hear, causing your heart to flutter.

"Love you too, Buck," you smile before walking away from him.

His eyes watch your retreating figure and notices a couple of guys staring at your ass. Bucky wets his lips and resists the urge to tell the two to fuck off.

You smile at the patrons and set each drink down in front of them. "Enjoy guys!" You say in a friendly voice before starting to walk away.

A slap on your ass cheek makes you gasp and bump into someone beside you. "Goddamn, girl. You are fine," a drunk man slurs while standing from his chair.

"Thank you," you mumble and attempt to walk away when the man's hand wraps around your wrist.

"Why don't we go somewhere quieter?" He asks you with a sly smirk.

You begin to feel uncomfortable and you shake your head. "I-I have to wo-"

Your eyes widen when the man presses his lips to yours… in front of the whole bar. You press your hands to his chest, attempting to push him off of you.

Bucky growls as he watches the drunk patron take advantage of you. "Hey, asshole!" He yells, causing everyone in the bar to face him.

The man pulls away from you and you manage to pry yourself from his grip. "Fuck off," he slurs and goes to reach you again when Sam pushes him back.

"You need to leave, now," he states as you make your way back to the bar.

Tears pool in your eyes as you make your way behind the bar, feeling Bucky's hands stroking your arms. "Hey, doll, come on," your boyfriend mumbles and leads you towards the kitchen.

You tuck some hair behind your ear as the two of you walk through the kitchen doors. As soon as you're out of the public eye, you lean on your toes to kiss him.

Bucky lets out a quiet moan while staggering his feet a bit, not expecting you to kiss him so roughly. One of his hands moves to your face and strokes your cheek softly.

You pull away a few seconds later, needing to get the unwanted kiss out of your head. "Sorry," you whisper while nudging your nose with his.

"No need to apologize, doll. You okay?" Bucky whispers back to you and combs his fingers through your hair.

"I will be. You think we could leave early? I-I don't want to be here anymore," you stutter as Bucky presses a kiss on your forehead.

"Yeah, baby. Let me go let Tony know, okay?" He mumbles against your skin.

You nod your head and Bucky pulls away from you. His hands cup your cheeks before he presses his lips to yours once more. The kiss doesn't last very long before your boyfriend walks out of the kitchen, going to inform your boss on what just happened.

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[widowscharm-recs]

spring break.

pairings: best friend’s older brother!bucky x f!reader

18+, minors do not interact

word count: 3,120

summary: reader has always had a thing for her best friends older brother, but she never expected for him to feel the same about her. when she returns for spring break, bucky makes his intentions abundantly clear.

warnings: smut, fingering, penetration, sexual tension, oral(f!recieving), age gap (about six years), reader & bucky fuck in the kitchen in the middle of the night

moodboard:

The first man you ever had a sex dream about was Bucky Barnes.

To be fair, he was a god of a man.

Blessed with huge biceps, thick thighs, a sharp jaw, sharp eyes, and dark hair often pulled back into a small bun… Bucky looked like he was sculpted by Michaelangelo himself. He was irresistible, and you were a young high school girl suffocated by hormones and new feelings towards the opposite gender.

Now you were in college, and your feelings towards him hadn’t dissolved. If anything, they’d increased tenfold. There was one small, teeny-tiny problem, though: he was your best friend’s older brother.

Rebecca had been by your side since grade school and you valued your friendship with her over anything - but goddamn, when Bucky waltzed around the house with his sweats strung low, exposing his V line, you found yourself questioning everything.

It was spring break, and you and Becca were crashing at her parent’s house for two nights before leaving for the beach with your friend group. You’d always been close with the Barnes, feeling as if they were basically family at this point. You felt more than comfortable in their home.

Bucky had just recently graduated from university, and he was staying at home for a month or two while he took out a lease on an apartment - meaning the two of you were staying in the same house.

Even if it were only two nights, that was more than enough time for you to be flustered by his presence.

“Hey, Becs,” said Bucky, walking into the kitchen. He wore nothing but black joggers, exposing his chiseled abs and rippling muscles. He ruffled Rebecca’s hair and shuffled past her, who was seated on the kitchen counter eating cereal.

“Put a shirt on, James,” she retorted, dodging his affectionate gesture.

You can mess up my hair all you want, you thought, eyeing the man in front of you. You sat at the table, your legs kicked up on the seat next to you.

“Pass. I’m in the comfort of my own home,” said Bucky, grabbing a yogurt cup from the fridge. He made his way over to the table. You expected him to sit in the empty chair across from you, but instead, he loomed over you, lifting your legs off of the empty seat next to you.

“This seat’s taken,” you said, forcing your legs back down onto the chair.

“Yeah, by me,” Bucky said.

“No. My feet were here first.”

“Too bad, sweetheart.” Bucky shot you a killer smile before hooking his huge arms under your legs and swiveling you to the side, effectively opening up the seat which he immediately plopped into.

You groaned, rolling your eyes at Becca, who simply shook her head in annoyance.

“Whine all you want, but you’re not getting this seat back,” Bucky said, then leaned in close to your ear. “Although I can admit I don’t mind hearing those little sounds you make.” His voice was low, low enough for Becca to completely miss his words.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You had never in a million years thought that Bucky would ever reciprocate the feelings you harbored for him. You were younger; you’d always thought he’d seen you as an immature little sibling.

You recoiled, staring at Bucky with widened eyes. He simply smirked, licking the yogurt off of his spoon. You couldn’t help but follow the path of his tongue; how it licked its way up the plastic and curled in to devour the creamy substance. Bucky let out a low groan at the taste. The sound made sparks shoot up your stomach, a familiar tingling sensation arising in your lower half.

“God, I fuckin’ love yogurt,” he whispered, smacking his lips together. “Tastes so good.”

“Stop being weird about your food, Bucky,” Rebecca interrupted, scrolling through her phone. “Go like, lift some weights or something.”

“Whatever you say, Becca,” he replied, shoveling the rest of his yogurt down and standing abruptly. He took you by surprise when he grabbed your legs again, lifting them and placing them back on the chair he had been sitting in. You felt your core heat up, slight dampness warming your underwear.

Bucky walked out of the kitchen, but at the last minute he turned, sending you a wink.

Good fucking god. You were done for.

You spent the day packing with Rebecca, running back and forth from the house to the mall because the two of you were incredibly indecisive about your outfit choices. In the end, you had packed seventeen bikinis, fifteen shirts, twelve pairs of shorts, and seven dresses. You were happy with your suitcase, looking forward to a week’s getaway on the coast with your closest friends.

You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until the smell of spaghetti lured you out of Becca’s room. Her parents had made dinner, as they always did. They truly were the best chefs you knew. Your stomach grumbled loudly and you descended the stairs behind Rebecca.

Mr. and Mrs. Barnes sat at the table, chatting quietly with each other. Bucky was there too, leaned back against the chair with his legs spread and his broad arms crossed across his chest. He eyed you as you approached, not even attempting to hide his lingering gaze on your body. Rebecca sat in the chair across, leaving you to sit next to him. You didn’t mind, but the idea of sitting in such close proximity to Bucky - especially after this morning - had you feeling nervous.

You began scooping pasta onto your plate as you and Rebecca talked casually to her parents about your day. You were acutely aware of Bucky’s relaxed presence. He still sat lazily, his thick thighs causing his sweatpants to tighten around him. You could smell his cologne from here. You tensed, fixing your posture and pushing your hair out of your face.

You heard your name being called, and you looked up to find Rebecca and her parents staring at you expectantly.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You asked, your voice echoing in your ears.

“I was telling them about that boy you met last year on our trip,” Rebecca said. “What was his name? Bryce? Anyway, my mom was saying that maybe you’ll meet another boy this year.”

You forced a laugh. “Yeah, maybe. That would be interesting.”

Rebecca nodded in agreement, launching back into conversation with her parents. You felt Bucky lean forward, acting like he was taking a bite of his food, but you heard his voice in your ear.

“You seem distracted, doll. Something on your mind?”

You gulped, shaking your head. You were afraid that if you tried to speak, your voice would falter and he’d see just how on-edge he made you feel.

“You sure?” he pried, “you seem kind of… jumpy.” You jerked at the sudden feeling of something on your leg. Looking down, you saw Bucky’s huge hand on your kneecap, slowly making its way up. Your stomach tightened at the touch, and you shot Bucky an incredulous look. He simply looked at his plate, acting like his veiny hands weren’t getting closer and closer to where you wanted him the most.

“Bucky,” you hissed.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

Bucky shoved a bite of spaghetti into his mouth, side-eying you while he took his sweet time chewing. Finally, he swallowed, licking his lips. “I’m eating,” he said, his tone suggesting that it was the most obvious thing ina aw q the world.

You glared. Turning back to Rebecca, you jumped in the conversation, choosing to ignore his blazing touch. This seemed to piss him off, because he tightened his grip and squeezed, hard. His nails scraped the inside of your thigh as he slowly but surely made his way closer to your crotch. You shuddered. You could literally hear your heart pounding inside your chest, and you wondered if he could too. You hoped not.

When he was just centimeters away from where you needed him most, he stopped moving. His fingers lingered, tracing small circles on your skin, but he didn’t move any further up. His hand remained where it was for the rest of the dinner.

You and Rebecca thanked her parents for the food, then stood. You didn’t miss the way Bucky rearranged the front of his pants before standing up. He literally towered over you - you had to crane your neck almost all the way back to look into his eyes. He was huge.

“Enjoyed your food?” He asked, taking the plate from your hands.

“Yeah,” you said, somewhat breathless from the extreme closeness of his body.

He frowned, looking down at your plate. “You didn’t eat much,” he said, eyeing you with concern.

“Not that hungry,” you said with a shrug. The truth was, it was completely his fault because he distracted you from eating a full meal. He didn’t need to know that, though.

He hummed, obviously displeased with your lack of nutrients, but he didn’t say anything more as he brought your plates into the kitchen.

Rebecca called your name, and you reluctantly took your eyes off of Bucky as you headed upstairs with your friend.

You and Rebecca were exhausted from your day of shopping, to say the least. The two of you were in bed by eleven, Becca’s telltale snores letting you know she was fast asleep.

Unfortunately for you, it wasn’t as easy to drift off to sleep. You laid awake, tossing and turning and kicking the sheets off the bed. You tried for two hours to drowse off, but to no avail. You finally decided that you needed a change of scenery. You sat up, slowly creeping off the bed and down to the kitchen to get some water and maybe a midnight snack.

You were standing against the island of the dark kitchen drinking a Coke and eating baby carrots when you heard the sound of footsteps. You whirled around, half scared out of your mind, but when you saw Bucky’s large frame taking up the entirety of the doorframe you only barely relaxed. The moonlight streaming through the window illuminated his sharp features.

“What are you doing?” You spluttered. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“I’m sorry, doll,” he said sincerely, and you had to physically hold yourself against the counter because his sleepy voice made you weak in the knees. “Jus’ wanted a glass of water. You?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

Bucky nodded, stepping into the kitchen and reaching in a cabinet for a cup. “Insomnia gets me too sometimes.”

“I don’t have insomnia,” you said, crossing your arms defensively. “I just wasn’t tired.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky smirked. He took a sip of water, his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped. “Something keepin’ you up?”

You narrowed your eyes. “No.”

“Hmm. You’re sure?”

“What could possibly be keeping me awake?”

Bucky took several steps closer to you, basically caging you against the counter. “Maybe the thought of how my hand felt on you tonight,” he whispered, his eyes dragging over your lips. “The thought of how wrong it is for you to want me. But maybe that’s what gets you off, huh? Knowing that it’s fucked up for you to want your best friend’s brother?”

You stammered, not expecting him to speak so… bluntly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m going to bed,” you said, but as soon as you tried to push him away, he was on you. His hands grabbed your wrists as he pressed you against the counter, the marble digging into your lower back.

“Tell me that you’ve never wanted me. Tell me that you’ve never thought about me fucking you until you can’t think anything except for my name. Tell me, and I’ll let you go and we never have to speak about this again.”

You sucked in a breath. This was so taboo, on so many levels, but you couldn’t deny the fiery tingling feeling in your stomach, nor the inexplicable desire to know what he felt like. You found yourself stuttering, not even knowing what you wanted to say.

“I-I’ve… I mean, I had a crush on you when I was in high school, Bucky, but now…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say.

“Now… that we’re both mature and know what we want,” Bucky finished for you, “now will you let me take you?”

Your words got stuck in your chest as you peered up at the massive man. He was effectively crowding you in, keeping your focus solely on him and the obvious tension in the air.

You had been wanting this for so long. Rebecca was your best friend, of course, but sometimes… sometimes you have to be selfish.

“Yes,” you gasped out, nodding slightly, and Bucky pounced the second the word left your mouth.

“You know how long I’ve been wanting to take you apart?” He asked, pulling your hair back to expose your neck as he littered it with kisses. “Ever since you’ve gotten home from college, I couldn’t take my goddamn mind off you. Walking around in those short pajama shorts, your messy hair, the way you smell… god, you don’t understand the things you do to me.”

You moaned, clawing at his biceps. “Me too, Bucky. Me too. I can’t function when I’m around you.”

“Good. That’s how I want it. Jump for me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

You obeyed, and he caught you effortlessly in his arms. He set you on the counter, the new angle giving him better access to your face. He kissed you with a fierce passion, to make up for all the lost time the two of you had spent pining after each other. “I’m going to ruin you,” he promised as he pulled away from your face. “And you’ll be begging for it, too. Now, let’s see how this sweet pussy tastes.”

He crouched down, sliding your cotton shorts off with ease. He must’ve seen the damp patch on your underwear because he audibly groaned, licking his lips as his hands met your hips and slowly pulled the material off. You were completely exposed.

“Even prettier than I imagined,” he commented before connecting his lips to your heat.

You were immediately jerking, your thighs closing in around his head as your back arched. “Oh my god, Bucky!” you cried out, attempting to muffle your noises with your fist.

Bucky pulled away, replacing his mouth with two thick fingers. “And tastes even better than I thought it could,” he said, a smile growing across his face. He plunged his fingers in, cursing as he felt how tight you were. “Can’t wait to put my fat fuckin’ dick in you, doll. Gonna make you feel so good, I promise.”

You could only moan, relishing in the feeling of his thick digits sliding in and out. He brought you to the brink of orgasm not once but twice, promising to make you fall apart on his cock, and his cock only.

He stood, licking your arousal off of his fingers as his other hand shoved his sleep pants down. His erect cock popped against his abdomen. It was aggressive looking, already leaking and throbbing. You’d never seen one as big as his; your eyes nearly popped out of your skull at the prospect of fitting him inside of you. He caught the concerned look on your face, pausing to tilt your chin up to his face.

“You wanna stop?” He asked. You shook your head vehemently. “Tell me, at any point, if you want to. Okay? Want this to be good for you.”

“It will be,” you promised. “Please fuck me.” You gave him your best innocent-eyes look, and that seemed to seal the deal.

“Don’t have to fuckin’ ask me twice,” he grumbled as he lined himself up with your center. “Although, like I said this morning, I do love hearing those pretty little whines.”

You choked on your breath as he bottomed out in one swift thrust, fully filling you to the brink. You couldn’t even form words, just incoherent sounds as you bit into his shoulder.

“Y-you take me so fucking well,” Bucky managed to get out. “Fuc-fucking knew you would. You’re so fucking tiny. All for me.” His jaw clenched like he was holding himself back.

“You’re so deep,” you sighed, enveloping the warmth he provided. His right arm was wrapped around your lower back, holding you tight against him, while his left held the back of your head down into the crook of his neck. The burn of his enormous entirety inside of you was almost painful, and the numb sort of push right against your cervix had you clenching your fists.

Ever observant, Bucky picked up on it. “Are you okay?”

“I’m full,” you whined pitifully.

“I know, baby. This tight little pussy can’t take another inch in it, can she? Need me to slow down?”

“No. I can take it.”

“That’s my girl. You’re so perfect.”

However, Bucky still took mercy on you, making his thrusts a tad less forceful as he pressed a loving kiss to your head. “You take me so well. Never had pussy this damn good,” he stuttered. Your head lolled against him, your entire body giving out as he took over and let you baske in the pleasure. “Don’t pass out on me,” he grunted into your ear. “This pussy is mine. Understand?”

You cried out a ‘yes’ as your eyes screwed shut.

“You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.” Bucky’s possessive rant sent you into a spiral, your tightness clenching around him as you rode your orgasm. He fucked you through it, his hands moving to clutch the counter as he shoved himself into you with a ferocity you didn’t know anyone was capable of. “Stop fucking squirming,” he growled, his hands digging into you, holding you in place. You were limp against him, a rag doll for him to use as he chased his climax. “Shit,” he hissed. “I’m coming. You ready for it? You gonna take it, suck it in like my good little girl?”

“Yes, baby, please - I need your come in me.”

That's what did Bucky in; his thrusts became erratic, shoving the head of his swollen cock against your cervix with each push of his hips. You felt the second he became spurting his release. It warmed you up, sliding down your walls as you sucked it all in. Bucky’s moans and grunts were the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard. “That’s-hng! That’s fucking it,” he panted, slowly pulling his cock out of you. “How’s it feel to be full of my come, sweetheart?”

You groaned. “So fucking good. So good, Bucky.”

He crouched down yet again, his huge, warm hands covering your thighs as he stared at your dripping center. You felt exposed and slightly humiliated, and you began to push your legs together.

“No, no, baby,” Bucky pleaded, gently pushing your legs apart again. “Let me see what I did to you. You know how fucking gorgeous you look right now?” he asked sincerely, gazing up at you. “Your hair, swollen lips, teary eyes, leaking cunt… god, you don’t understand the power you have over me.”

You sighed contently, pulling him back up for a sweet kiss. He held you to his chest, gently picking you off the counter without so much of a strain of his muscles. It was almost comical how small your body was compared to his - your thighs were half the size of his forearms. “You’re too light,” he teased. “Need to eat more.”

“I can think of something I want to put in my mouth tonight,” you giggled.

Bucky dropped his mouth, feigning disgust as he carried you across the kitchen, your legs wrapped around his waist. “You dirty little girl,” he said, then kissed your nose. “Gonna have to take you up on that offer. Tomorrow, though. You need sleep, doll.”

“Yeah, you wore me out, Buck.”

He carried you up the stairs. You rested your head on his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of being completely safe and protected in his warm strength. You couldn’t believe that had really just happened - it was even better than your dream from high school.

“Promise me one thing, though, pretty girl,” Bucky whispered in your ear as he maneuvered the two of you down the hall and to the bathroom.

“Anything.”

He gently kicked the door open and set you on top of the sink, pushing strands of your hair behind your ears as he looked intently into your eyes. “On your trip, if you get with any other man, I’ll have no choice but to come down there and beat the shit out of him. Got it? I meant what I said about you being mine.”

“Well,” you said. “Only if you promise not to fuck any women.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t ask that of you if I couldn’t reciprocate.”

“So…” your unfinished sentence lingered in the air. By the expectant look in his eyes, Bucky knew what you were going to ask. “Wh-what are we? You and me? I mean, it’s fine if we’re just like, fuck-buddies or if this was a one-time thing, but I just wanted to-”

Bucky cut your rambling off with a searing kiss. Pulling back, he cradled your face in his hands. You bit your lip, staring into his blue eyes anxiously.

“This was not a one time thing. You mean too much to me to just be a side piece. You’re you. I’ve known you your whole life. We don’t need to figure this out tonight, or even this week, but I need you to know that I’m not using you. This is more than that. We are more than that. You hear me?”

You nodded, unexpected tears glazing your eyes. You sniffled, wiping them as you looked away in embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

“Don’t be,” Bucky said affectionately. “It’s adorable.”

“I’m tired,” you said, slumping against him with a yawn.

“I know, doll. Let’s get you to sleep. I want more than anything to bring you into my bed and hold you until we fall asleep, but that might look a little suspicious in the morning.”

“I know, it’s alright.” You stood on shaky legs, wrapping your arms around his torso to give him a hug. “Goodnight, Bucky. Sleep well.”

“I will, sweetheart. You too. Come get me if you need anything.”

You giggled at his sweetness, pushing past him to head out of the bathroom and into Rebecca’s room. “I will. Promise.”

Bucky’s gaze didn’t leave your retreating frame until the door shut gently behind you, a soft smile gracing his face as the thought of you crowded his mind.

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Nerd, you are.

Summary: Natasha can’t understand nerd talk. But when it’s you? She loves everything about it. 

Natasha Romanoff x FemReader - Fluff (as usual)

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I'm Not Going Anywhere

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Nat gets hurt during a fight and you are there to get her to safety.

Note: This one is decently short, so I may do a part 2 if that's something y'all would want to read. Enjoy!

Masterlist

“Nat! Nat’s down!” you shout into the comms when you catch sight of the redhead laying on the ground, clutching her side in pain. You dodge falling rubble and fight aliens to get to her.

“Natasha, hey come on, love. Come on Natasha,” you slide on your knees to kneel over her.

“You have to get out of here, y/n. There’s bombs everywhere,” Natasha says, her voice quiet. You can tell she is in an insurmountable amount of pain.

“No, I’m getting you out of here. You’re hurt in your side, anywhere else?” You examine her for more injuries, trying to help her stand up without causing her even more pain.

“Der’mo,” she curses in pain. “Stop, please. I can’t stand. My leg.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry,” you help her sit back down. You ponder your options in this situation. You don’t have super strength like Steve or telekinetic powers like Wanda, but you have to get Nat to safety and medical care.

“Can I carry you?” You ask her and even through her pain she gives you a ‘seriously’ look. “We don’t have another option. I can do it, Nat. Like when the mom lifts the car to save her kid who’s under it? I can do it.”

“Okay,” Nat agrees, and she wraps her arms around your neck as you lift her by the hips. Once she's settled in your arms, you stand up to begin the journey to safety.

“You ready?” You ask her and you feel her nod against your neck.

You manage to weave around the fight and get Natasha to the rendezvous point where the rest of the team is waiting.

“Hey!” Steve runs up to the two of you. “Need me to carry her?”

Nat shakes her head, knowing a transfer will hurt her side.

“I’ve got her, we’re almost to the quinjet anyway,” you reply, and everyone walks to the jet to load up.

“We don’t have full on medical here, but there’s the table in the back you can lay her on,” Tony says from the co-pilot seat next to Clint.

“Okay. Sweetheart, I’m going to lay you down, okay?” you begin to move her to the table.

“Detka, wait,” Nat mumbles, her hands staying locked behind your head. You halt your movements. “It’s going to hurt,” Nat whispers so only you can hear it.

“It will, but then we can help you feel better. Please Nat, we need to help you,” you try to convince her. She nods against you, and you move again to place her on the table. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you repeat with every groan of pain she lets out.

“We’ll be back at the compound in 30,” Clint says from the pilot’s seat.

You sit in the seat next to the table and hold Natasha’s hand. You can see the pain in her body language with every turbulent the jet hits.

“What can I do, Nat?” You ask her, kissing her temple gently from your spot next to her.

“Just keep holding my hand, please?” Natasha requests.

“Of course. I’m not going anywhere, Nat,” you assure her.

[widowscharm-recs]

The Apprentice

pairing: bucky x reader, hint at beefy!bucky, apprentice!reader

warnings: none! fluff ig?

summary: reader is an apprentice for bruce and tony. bucky falls in love with her.

(gif not mine!)

You hummed to yourself, following along with the music that was plugged into your right ear.

It was almost time for lunch so you were giddy as you bounced from place to place in the lab.

It was your fourth day as Bruce Banner and Tony Starks apprentice in Medical Engineering. Well- that was the umbrella term for your role. Really, you could do a ton of things that involved both medicine and engineering.

You had met Banner in a program you signed up for in college. He took instant recognition to you and your broad skill set and was thoroughly impressed.

With each meet, Banner got to know you more, and you he. One thing led to another, and before you even graduated, he was offering you a training position at his lab with Tony Stark.

Tony Stark had heard all about you from the scientist and was interested in finally meeting you after seeing the work you had done throughout college and for Banner.

The first few days had gone great for you. Both Bruce and Tony were so chilled out to work with, and your nerves were settled within seconds. It felt like you had already been working here for years, even though you were basically still training.

The work wasn’t exactly hard labor, it was mostly just experimenting and playing around with ideas that would benefit society or the avengers.

Your head swam with ideas on the night of your first day. You were thinking of combat, tactical gear, machinery- everything and anything.

As mentioned earlier, your two bosses were super chilled out. So much so, that after your second day, they began leaving by yourself in the labs.

Not that you minded. You knew they had other- probably better, more important stuff to do.

Other avengers popped in and out of the lab, mostly looking for either Bruce or Tony.

Few stopped and introduced themselves, whilst others didn’t exactly pay you any mind.

So that’s the story of how you ended up in the lab of the Avengers Compound.

You were alone for the day and basically just worked on soldering some electrical units.

As you were working the iron, in your peripheral vision straight ahead of you, you saw the burly figure of someone at the door.

You stopped what you were doing and lifted your head.

You were met with a new face. Well, you had recognised him- more so the metal arm, but you had never met before and you doubted he knew who you were.

“Hi!” You smiled, unplugging the bud from your ear.

Reading the look on his face, you couldn’t help but notice how he looked a little scared? Nervous? He stumbled over his words a bit as he spoke, “Is Banner in?”

“He’s somewhere with Tony.” You shook your head, offering a sympathetic smile as an apology. He looked a little down at the news that Banner was unavailable, so you offered, “Do you need help?”

Though you doubted you would have much knowledge on whatever it was he needed, it was worth a try. Plus, he seemed a little desperate for Banner, maybe it was an emergency?

“Uh, I’ll just come back later.” He had briefly said, before scurrying off without a second glance.

You pursed your lips, a little bummed you couldn’t be of much help.

-

“There was a girl here earlier.” Bucky said matter-of-factly to Banner as he worked on his prosthetic.

“Y/N?” He questioned in response, his face lighting up a little at the mention of his favourite apprentice.

“I don’t know.” Bucky shrugged. He didn’t even realise how he didn’t introduce himself when he first spoke to you.

As soon as he walked away from you, he was anxious about the whole interaction. You were so kind to him… God, you must’ve thought he was so rude. You probably thought he was an idiot for not knowing Banner wasn’t available. And he didn’t even say ‘thank you’ or ‘goodbye’. Idiot.

“She’s my apprentice.” Bruce informed him. Bucky just nodded in comprehension. Bruce knew him a lot better than Bucky thought he did. Or, he at least observed that Bucky was thinking about you, “She’s nice. She knows a lot about engineering and mechanics- could probably take a look at your arm.” Immediately, Bruce saw the hesitancy in Bucky’s face. Someone else… a stranger, other than Steve or Bruce touching his arm? But Bruce was quick to assure him that, “She’s much more gentle than me and probably makes less mistakes too.” He offered Bucky back his arm, and Bucky shifted it into place with the iconic windmill motion, “Better?”

Bucky nods as he manoeuvres his shoulder back and forth, “Thanks.” In all truth, his arm didn’t feel that much better. But he was too scared to press Banner, already feeling like a burden as it was.

That night, as Bucky found himself in yet another compromising nights sleep, he tossed and turned on the floor. His mind swam with thoughts until he landed on an interesting one- you.

He just couldn’t stop thinking about how nice you were to him. Also how pretty you were. You hadn’t even met him before, but the look on your face when you saw his arm told him that you knew who he was. And yet you were still so kind.

You weren’t scared of him.

Or maybe you were and was just really good at hiding it?

Yeah, that was probably it.

-

The following afternoon, you were back in your usual spot in the lab. Banner and Stark had once again left you alone and it was a quiet day so far. Quiet as in, no one came looking for them.

Looking over the mess you had made in the lab in the past couple of hours, you decided to do a quick clean before you continue any further. You still had a few hours to go, but figured you would save yourself from the massive clean up at the end that would make you stay back.

You started with throwing away the things you no longer needed, placing them in their respective bins so as to properly discard them.

Then, you decided to sweep because you knew it was going to be a satisfying process being able to see the floor again.

As you swept, you hummed along with the music that was playing on the radio. It was RnB Friday today so you opted for that over your own playlist for once. Plus, when you relied on your phone for music throughout your shift, you found that it almost went flat on your way home… which wasn’t exactly ideal for the night time New York City streets.

As you continued to sweep, the sound of a small knock at the door brought you out of your thoughts and towards the door.

You moved a stray hair out of your face and greeted the familiar face and metal arm with an exhausted smile, “Hey- uh, Banner’s not in at the moment. I can try buzz him and see where he is for you.” You pulled your phone from your back pocket, resting the broom on your shoulder.

“Actually-“ He stopped you, his tone a little urgent, and you raised a curious brow at him, “He said that maybe you could help me?” He asked, sheepishly, “My arm.”

He looked a little nervous, maybe a little abashed. But you were over the moon! Your first ever client! You tried not to show your excitement too much in case you scared him away. “Yeah! Sure.” You quickly put the broom against a random wall and cleared a space for him on the exam table. Despite your initial excitement, it just now dawned on you that you knew nothing about his arm. Nevertheless, you would try your best. “What seems to be the problem?” Oh my God, you always wanted to say that.

“I keep getting nerve pain. It feels like a cramp.” He explained briefly and you nodded as you looked over his arm. You weren’t looking for or at anything in particular, kind of just admiring the incredibly genius prosthetic, “There’s X-rays on my profile.” He nodded to the computer and it was then that you remembered why he was here.

You went to type his name into the system, but paused momentarily as you realised… you didn’t even know his name, “Forgive me, what’s your name?”

“James Buchanan Barnes.” He offered a tight lipped smile, the first smile you’d ever seen from him… it looked nice- suited him, “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

Y/N. Nice name, suited you. Y/N… yeah, he liked that name.

He waited patiently as you typed in his name, observing your trace in the lab. It was a mess, he wouldn’t lie, but he caught you in the middle of cleaning. Oh shit, he interrupted your cleaning. You must think he’s a real douche or something.

“Where did you say it hurt?” You pulled him out of his thoughts as you turned the monitor to face him, prompting him to point out where it hurt on his x-ray.

“Around here.”

You nodded. The exact area you guessed. And you knew exactly how to confirm it.

“Are you comfortable taking this off?” You asked, in reference to his arm.

He inhaled a sharp breath before hesitantly nodding, “Yeah, here.”

You couldn’t help but notice how it looked like he was fighting an internal battle in his brain right now. Maybe he was just nervous as per usual. You were a stranger after all- well maybe not so much now that he knew your name.

As he took it off and placed it in his lap, you stared in disbelief at the amputation. The tremendous scarring said everything you needed to know about the pain he had gone through.

You quickly washed your hands and gloved up, before making contact with his skin, “You tell me if I’m hurting you okay?” You ask him and he nods.

He watches closely as you near his skin, still flinching slightly when you finally touch him. You softly press on the skin and he winces.

“I’m sorry. Did that hurt?” He nods instead of speaking and it looks like he’s refraining himself from saying anything. You figure not to do that again and opt for the next procedure.

James watched as you went to a cupboard and pulled out some kind of small machine. He eyed it cautiously as you set it up, unable to help the way his heart rate picked up. “What’s that?”

“An electromyography.” You said simply, “I just wanna measure your nerve functions. If what I think is correct, your nerves might be damaged from the amputation… I assume the doctors wouldn’t have been so precise with the surgery.”

He shook his head no in response.

“Can it be fixed?” He asks hopefully.

You hummed in approval. “The easiest way would be acupuncture.” Of course, surgery was also an option but you didn’t think he needed it at this stage.

You softly placed the small squares onto his skin. You made sure to be extra careful and not apply any pressure because the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him again.

“Okay, I’m gonna turn this on now. It’s gonna feel a little weird. Like small electric shocks-“

Before you could finish your sentence, he had ripped off the patches from his skin, “No.”

In his swift moments, you noted how he had shifted away from you a little- like he was scared of you.

Your heart broke at the sight. You were supposed to help people, not scare them away.

James was also heart broken at your face. He knew he had most likely offended you, but he just couldn’t contain it any longer. He got nervous and panicked. And he didn’t like electric shocks.

“H-Here, look.” You placed the patches on your own skin, quickly thinking on your feet to calm him down and trust you. You turned the machine on and showed him how it wasn’t hurting you, “See? It’s not that bad. You can barely feel it.” Of course, you didn’t want to pressure him into doing anything he was uncomfortable with, but you also desperately wanted to help him. Unfortunately this was the only way to know for sure what was wrong with his arm. “Do you want to turn the machine on yourself… so that you at least have control over it? Go at your own pace?”

He swallowed thickly at your suggestion before shifting back to his original position. You handed him the patch which he placed on his skin and you turned the machine towards him so that he could push the button.

It took him a second, reluctant in turning it on. “It’ll turn off by itself once it’s done.” You explained to him as his finger hovered over the button.

Finally, he had turned the machine on. You saw as he tended up at the feeling and out of pure instinct, offered him your hand, “Do you want to hold my hand?” He didn’t question for a second before grabbing your hand.

It was clammy, but you didn’t care. He was nervous, it was only natural.

James’ heart rate only increased when you had held his hand. But at the same time, his nerves slowly went away.

Now, you felt as he calmed down. The machine was still going but now that he felt it wasn’t as bad as he thought, he was fine with it.

The machine whirred one last time and beeped once to indicate that it was finished.

“All done.” You assured him sweetly, taking the patches off of him.

“Sorry.” He mumbled and look down at his hand longingly. He missed your touch. Even though your hand was cold, it was soothing and soft.

“No, it’s perfectly fine.” You promised him. If anything, you should be the one apologising for scaring him like that.

The EMG result printed out and as you read over it, you saw how it detected the suspected neuromuscular abnormalities in his shoulder.

Over the next hour you wrote him a referral for an acupuncture appointment with Helen. He said he knew her and by the sounds of it, he trusted her, so you were glad he was going to be in good hands from here on out.

“Are you- are you gonna be there?” He asks as you hand him the piece of paper.

You kind of stare at him for a moment, trying to decipher what exactly he meant by this. Maybe you gained his trust today… a lot more than you thought you did. Or maybe he just wanted you to be there to oversee the procedure… either way, you were fine with attending, “I can if you like?”

From that point on, James was so glad he had spent the morning pacing back and forth in his room thinking about whether to go down and see you or not before finally deciding to just do it.

He was slowly but surely falling in love with you.

-

His shoulder never bothered him again after that. The whole acupuncture thing wasn’t a very pleasant ordeal for him, but he had you there so it was bearable.

He had daily appointments with you to track his progress so the two of you grew incredibly close in the span of only one week.

You got him to laugh on the 4th day and you thought about it before you went to sleep that night. Smiling to yourself, you realised… ‘I have a crush on James Buchanan Barnes.’

No, wait!

‘I have a crush on Bucky.’

Bucky quickly realised as you had repeatedly referred to him as his official name, that you didn’t know of his nickname. He was once again sitting atop of the exam table and you were sitting on the bench across from him, chatting aimlessly about his past when he had realised…

“Oh my God, James, that makes you 99 years old!” He laughed with you momentarily at your shock, having heard it all before.

“You know, everyone calls me Bucky.”

“What?”

“You’re like the only person that calls me James.” He smiles, almost laughing at you now.

“Is that why you always look so surprised when I call your name?” It all made sense now. Everyone was always so confused when you called him James. Like “Who? Who’s James?”… “Oh, James!” And then they would eye you in some curious way, thinking that Bucky didn’t let you call him Bucky for some reason.

From then, it was a little hard to get used to at first since you were so used to calling him James, but with the help of getting familiar with the team and their use of his nickname too, it was easy to pick up on.

-

Your apprentice was cut short after your appointment with Bucky after Banner saw how professional you had been. Now, you were a full-time employee at the compound, second in command to Bruce in the lab.

You found that more and more of the avengers had actually made efforts to know your name now, and people no longer eyed you off down the hall thinking you were some sort of intruder.

You even had more clients! Most saying that Bucky had put in a good word and… wanted to see the lucky lady that got the super soldier so flustered.

Sam was a frequent guest, Natasha as well. Steve never came but he would walk past and make light conversation. And of course, Bucky often found himself back on that exam table ever since.

“Lemme guess…” You thought for a moment, looking over his current state, “Sam… did some technology shit and got it to jam?”

“Close.” He laughed, “There’s an almond stuck in one of the plates.” He pointed to where his arm was completely stiff, unmoving in his attempts to straighten it. You couldn’t help the smile that adorned your face at the helplessness of this big, mean super soldier due to a tiny little nut jamming his arm, “It’s really stuck and my fingers are too fat.”

Shaking your head, you grabbed your pair of tweezers and quickly got to work.

The almond turned to be really jammed in there, and even you were having trouble prying it out. Bucky had clearly tried to crush it between the plates, but that only caused an indent in the nut, which ultimately created an anchor effect into the nut.

“Are you excited for the movie tonight?” He asked, breaking the silence. Not that it was awkward or anything- that was one thing Bucky loved about you… you could both sit comfortably in silence. But nevertheless, he still liked talking to you.

“Mmm, not really.” You shrugged, “It’s a good movie, but I’ve seen it like a thousand times.”

Indiana Jones wasn’t particularly your go-to movie. It was a classic, for sure, but not something you would willingly watch.

Bucky nodded in agreement, despite not having seen the movie.

Before he could even think before he spoke, he suddenly blurted out, “Did you maybe want to skip it with me?” Your hand slipped from the almond, but you quickly caught yourself. You looked up at him, analysing his face, trying to see if he was asking what you think he’s asking, “We could just hang out… go for a drive…” He mumbled, looking everywhere but you now.

He couldn’t help it. He got nervous! And it didn’t help that it suddenly got really hot and his cheeks turned a light peach.

You smiled at how cute he was. You would be lying if you said you weren’t completely, internally screaming right now. Wedding bells were going off in your brain, and your stomach swirled with butterflies. Your heart felt like one of those cartoons where it beat out of your chest.

Little did you know, Bucky felt the same.

“Are you asking me on a date, Barnes?” You smile up at him, teasing his nervousness. He fumbles over his words, but doesn’t deny it and you let out a small laugh before assuring him, “I would love to.”

-

Bucky didn’t make any risky moves that night. Come on, he was from the 40’s. No, it wasn’t until the 4th date that he had kissed you- and only on your hand. Mind you, you had kissed him on the cheek every time the dates ended.

You at least thought that would give him the indication that you were okay with him kissing you back, but no. He remained gentlemanly. It wasn’t until the 6th date that he had kissed you.

Picture perfect, totally stereotypical it almost made you roll your eyes. It was after a night out at a restaurant of course.

Hand in hand, you both walked back to the compound.

Bucky stopped you before you could open the front door however and had just gone for it.

He didn’t even know what hit him. Maybe it was the dress you wore that night, or his favourite perfume you wore, or simply the way the moonlight shone on you.

It was a good kiss. Bucky was a good kisser. When he walked you to your room that night, bid your goodbyes and shut the door behind you, you smiled for at least an hour.

To make a long story short, you had eventually picked up the courage to go to his room and ask him to be your boyfriend.

“Oh, hey,” You jumped when Bucky had abruptly snuck up on you in the lab. You pulled the airpod out of your ear as he kissed your head, “Sorry, I forgot to text you, I gotta stay back a while. I’m really behind and I wanna get it all finished.”

“That’s okay.” He shrugged, pulling out a chair next to you, “Brought you some lunch… dinner.” He placed a box of caesar salad down on the table for you and you smiled lovingly at him. Gosh, he was amazing sometimes.

He knew you sometimes would forget to eat on busy days like these. You overworked yourself sometimes and it wasn’t until he would pay you a visit that you would realise it was well into the night time.

“Remember when you used to come here like four times a week.” You reminisced as you stuffed your face.

Bucky smiled to himself, eating his own box of food, “Almost all of my emergencies were fake.”

“I figured.” You snorted.

“How?”

“Because when we started dating, it all magically stopped.” You explained, “Plus, how did you manage to get an almond accidentally wedged into a plate?”

“You knew, huh?”

You both laughed at the memory. Along with all the other times he faked his visits to you. Not that you cared. You enjoyed his company, and you probably wouldn’t be dating without his visits.

When the laughter had died down, you both sat in a comfortable silence. Well, comfortable for Bucky, uncomfortable for you as you looked at the whiteboard that still had all of the things you needed to get done by tonight.

In your peripheral, you saw Bucky looking at you and turned to face him, furrowing your brows at his longing stare, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you look pretty.” He simply said, tucking a hair behind your ear.

“I’m a mess.” You groaned, “I’m all sweaty and gross.”

“I think you look hot.” He placed a small kiss on your lips that you tiredly returned, “Come on, I’ll give you a kiss for everything you get done.”

‘What did I ever do to deserve you?’ You and Bucky both thought to yourselves.

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Hello there

If i may ask , do you write 40s bucky barnes fanfics?i am feeling down lately. I am a huge fan of the 40s bucky. It can be romantic . And a bit naughty

Hope you have a good day

Hey love,

I do write 40s Bucky Barnes fics (I write anything Bucky Barnes related ;)) annnddd I wrote this especially for you. Hope this makes you feel better and always remember Bucky loves youuuu <3

This is my first 40s Bucky Barnes fic. I got a little carried away so I hope you guys like it. I have a bittersweet relationship with 40s Bucky and Steve fics knowing damn well they never returned soo yeah it slightly pains me reading and writing them :(

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 40’s!Bucky Barnes x Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It was you and him, always and forever.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Fluff, fluff, and more fluffiness courtesy of James Buchanan Barnes.

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“Hey,doll,” Bucky greeted you as soon as he walked in your dorm, seeing you leaning against your headboard, scribbling onto your notebook. He hadn’t seen you at all today, and your friends had told him you had called in sick, so right after dinner, he snuck some leftover food and went straight to your apartment.

“Hello, mysterious handsome man,” You teased and laughed at him, narrowing his eyes playfully at you. “How’s your fever, love?” He asked as he walked closer, giving you a sweet forehead kiss. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his lips on your skin, sighing in content, “Much better since Ma gave me some medicines to drink.”

Bucky chuckled at your fake vomiting, slightly relieved that you were still his same, silly baby doll.

He sat at the edge of the bed, right beside you as he held a tray of leftover food he had picked out, a bowl of mushroom soup, which when you saw the thick creamy food you gasped, “You got me mushroom soup?!”

You instantly snatched the bowl and groaned at the taste of the soup on your tongue. Bucky chuckled, “Yeah, thought you would like a bowl of ‘em in bed.”

“You’re kidding? I would love to have it in bed, you’re the best boyfriend ever, thank you, Jamie.” You gushed as you gave him a big wet kiss on his cheek, which he laughed loudly at you.

“What were you writing? Another poem?” Bucky asked, he had known you had a passion for writing ever since you were little. It doesn’t matter what kind of writing it was, you do everything. From poetry to short stories to even some of songs you love everything there is about writing. Bucky had to close his mouth manually when he found out you could actually compose songs and sing, he thought he’s had enough reasons to love you as it is when turns out there are more and he’s more pleased to discover all of them over time with you.

“You’re right, actually. I missed you a lot today, so I wrote it for you,” You said with a small smile, eyes tearing away from Bucky shyly.

Bucky had sworn his heart stopped beating for like 5 seconds.

“For me? Really?” He whispered in awe, his smile widening at your blushing cheeks. Bucky was absolutely sure his face was the same hue as the couch at the moment, but his heart was leaping in too much joy to actually care. Seeing you before him trying to hide your heavy blush and trying so hard to contain a big grin with your teeth on your bottom lip had his whole knees weak. You looked mad adorable and all Bucky wished to do at the moment was shrink you into pocket-sized and keep you in his pocket forever.

“I-I mean, no one has written me poems before…” He trailed off, his hand brushing the nape of his neck, feeling extremely giddy and extremely happy. He was usually the one who made you this way, blushing and stuttering, but when it’s your turn, he almost died out of heart attack each time.

“Well, you’re going to be surprised when I tell you that every love poem I’ve written, I thought of you.” You said, rolling your eyes playfully at his widened eyes, flushed cheeks, with a giddy grin on his lips.

There it is— the heart attack.

“Well I would love to hear you read it for me—excuse me, madam, coming through,” He said, shuffling on the bed closer to you, laying between your legs, his back on your chest and his head on your shoulder perfectly; as if your body was molded solely to hold him this way, and Bucky couldn't agree more. You laughed as he finally leaned onto you, sighing in content as he did. You pulled the blanket so it could drape the both of you perfectly, and you leaned your cheek to his forehead.

“Alright, but warning, it’s very very mushy,” You warned, and he smiled a bit wider, “All the more reasons to read it then.”

You reached the leather brown notebook at your other side, flipping the page easily to where you want it due to the pen resting between the tea-colored pages, acting as a bookmark.

Your arm beside Bucky rested on his head, massaging his scalp gently as he liked it. Bucky hummed in content as he leaned onto your neck, feeling very comfortable. The warmth from your body behind him and the heavy blanket draped across you both felt so comfortable that he didn’t want to move, ever.

“This is the first poem, I call it 5th December,” You said, and Bucky opened his eyes, “Why 5th December? Isn’t that like, 10 days ago?” You chuckled, “Yeah, I first wrote it then, but I finished it today.” Bucky hummed in understanding, “Go on then.”

“I’m not very good at reciting poems, so excuse me if it doesn’t sound right.” You said and Bucky dramatically sighed, “You’re stalling, love. And even if you say it most horribly, I’ll still love it because you wrote it.”

“Aww, Jamie ,” You cooed, kissing his forehead causing him to crack a smile. “Okay, okay, here it goes.” You said and Bucky had his eyes on the notebook you’re holding, scribbles of black lines and paragraphs filled every page.

“If you ask what my birthday wish was,

I simply could not tell you because

I don’t wanna say it’s wanting you with me laying down the grass

Together at night with the company of the stars.”

“Aww, baby doll.” Bucky cooed and kissed your cheek, causing you to stifle a giggle before going back into reciting mode.

“If you ask what my falling star wish was

I shall simply shake my head just because

It’s hard to describe wanting you by my side each and every night

Taking your hand in mine and waking up with you next in line.”

As you read the words, Bucky found himself getting flutters in his stomach. He was so focused now, wanting to hear more of your voice and this poem combined, because to him, there is no such beauty that could compare. All that matters to him as of that moment, was you.

“If you ask what my new year’s wish list was

I would simply put my lips together because

I couldn’t tell you it’s wanting to travel the world with you

And just try together everything new and spend time with you.”

You looked at him, and Bucky was already looking at you with full adoration. He looked so mesmerized and amazed, you smiled at this; how adorable. You closed the notebook, you had already memorized every line as you had read it over and over for the past day, getting butterflies in your heart as you thought of Bucky every time. With your eyes on him, your soft voice recited the poem again.

“If you ask what my clover wish was

I would just laugh and tell you no because

I wish to touch every inch of you every second with all my will

For your lips against mine, I shall need no happy pill.”

Bucky was in a trance. The beautiful words you crafted together were meant just for him. The poem you shared with him was because of you thinking about him. At that moment, Bucky had thought of something he never would’ve thought during his past relationships.

He wanted to spend his entire life with you, and no one else but you. He wanted to live with you, to be with you through thick and thin. Because… Because he loves you.

“And if you ask, why won’t you tell me anything of you wished for

Let’s talk about it over a nice cup of tea just brewed

I shall say with the love in my eyes a secret till forevermore

That if I simply say it to you, then none of them would come true.”

As you finished it, you gave him a gentle smile. There was a silent moment from the both of you, the only sound was the raindrops outside the window, the rhythmic splatter of water was therapeutic, to say the least.

You took your time to look at Bucky’s face. Sometimes you have marveled at the fact that you could get this ridiculously beautiful man to be yours, to like you for who you are, to accept each and every quirk you have without any feeling of annoyance or disgust from them.

This ridiculously beautiful man, with lush and soft dark brown hair,long eyelashes, the stunning color of blue for eyes, and light freckles decorating his face like footsteps of an elegant ballerina on stage.

“I am so lucky,” was all Bucky could breathe out as he leaned upwards, engulfing you into a passionate kiss. Bucky loved every single moment when he kisses you, your lips are nicotine at its best, and he would drop everything to be an addict, an slave for you; for thousands of eternities if he could.

His hands had found the back of your neck, pulling it closer to his direction, deepening the kiss. You closed your eyes to relish the moment, your hands already found their place at each side of his jawline, hungrily pulling him closer to you.

When you pulled away, your lips were ghosting each other, his hard breaths hit your swollen lips softly. “What exactly are you lucky for, Barnes ?” You breathed out, still panting softly, the smile on your lips grew as it mirrored the lovestruck smile on his lips.

He kissed your nose, and the rosy cheeks returned, “For you, for the poem, for you reading the poem, for you writing the poem while thinking of me,” You giggled and he joined with a chuckle, a soft smile on his face, “For everything. I love you, my love.”

“I love you too,” you bit your lips, trying your hardest to contain a smile, “If this is what I get after reading you a poem then do you wanna hear the second one?” Bucky laughed loudly; happy and content just being there with you.

“Oh, absolutely.”

It was peaceful and quiet. The serene sound of your synchronized heartbeats filling your ears.

It was you and him— Always and forever.

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31 - Fireworks

december challenge

30 / 31

you and bucky make some new year's confessions

warnings: swearing

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You looked up as Natasha placed a cup of coffee in front of you. "Oh, thanks, Nat."

"You look like you need it," she smiled. Her eyes slid over the slip of paper you were holding in your hands and she hummed. "I heard that Barnes spent the night in your room."

Your eyes widened. "I-"

"You don't have to tell me, don't worry," Natasha laughed at the look on your face. "I just wanted to ask you if things are going well between the two of you."

Hesitation was clear on your face as you debated on what to say. In the end, you told her the truth. "I think it's just complicated. I'm not sure either of us really know what we are."

"Do you want to know?" Natasha asked, leaning against the counter.

As you looked up at her, you could tell that she would see through you if you tried to lie. You sighed. "Yeah, I want to know if we're friends or if we're something more. But I'm worried that if I ask.."

"You think that he's not ready," she guessed. You nodded. "Look, I don't know Bucky anywhere nearly as well as you do. But I know that he really, really cares about you, and I know he'd do anything in the world for you." Natasha's eyes flicked between yours before she nodded down to your hands. "What does the paper say?"

You looked down at note. As you toyed it between your fingers, you thought about how you'd woken up that morning.

The bed had been empty and the room was quiet. You felt uneasy without Bucky's warm body resting beside yours, without his soft snoring taking away the silence. Once you'd remembered what had happened the night before, panic had ensued. Your first thought was that it was somehow your fault and that you'd taken things too far. Then you'd looked at where Bucky had sat while he'd kissed you and caught sight of the slip of paper left on the pillow. Relief overwhelmed you and you let out a sigh.

"It says," you told Natasha, "See you at the party, doll."

She smirked. "Doll?"

"He calls everyone doll," you insisted, feeling a blush rising up your neck. You knew for a fact that Bucky didn't call anyone doll other than you.

Natasha just chuckled. "Do you want my opinion?" You nodded. "Bucky's in love with you. And you're in love with Bucky. So, honestly, I think you're both idiots for waiting this long."

"And do you want my opinion?" Wanda piped up from the doorway. You and Natasha looked over at her in surprise. She cracked a wide grin and winked at you. "You need to make your move tonight! And we're going to impress him!"

You frowned slightly. "We?"

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It had been a good night so far. New Year's Eve was always Tony's best party and he wasn't disappointing anyone this year.

As soon as you'd entered, you'd been overwhelmed by the beautiful clothes, lavish decorations and the number of important people milling around the huge room.

Never one for crowds, you'd made a beeline for the bright red hair that stood out from its surroundings. Before long you were settled comfortably between Steve and Natasha, talking animatedly about the most important part of New Year's.

"Hey, I'm going to get a drink, do you want anything?" You asked the two as you stood up. They both shook their heads and you walked over to the bar alone.

After ordering your drink, you turned around and leaned back against the bar. You couldn't help surveying the crowd for Bucky. The bartender slid your drink towards you. It became clear that your best friend wasn't hiding amongst the crowd and you lifted your glass to your lips. The angle of your head offered you a new line of sight straight out of the windowed wall and onto the balcony.

There, emptying a bottle of beer down his throat, was Bucky.

Although your first instinct was to rush over to him, you held yourself back. You had to think this through. While you were gazing out at the silhouette brooding out on the balcony, his blonde counterpart was gazing at you.

"Are you going to go out there?"

You jumped in surprise, holding your glass to your chest as you whirled around. Steve was leaning one of his elbows on the counter, his hand cupping his chin as he looked at you knowingly.

"I think you should."

You shook your head slightly. "So do I. So does everyone, apparently."

"Then what's stopping you?" He asked, moving closer and standing beside you against the bar.

You sighed, sipping your drink as your eyes landed on Bucky again. "I know that he feels the same way, but I don't know if he wants the same things as I do. I don't know if he's ready for something serious. If he likes things how they are, then me going out there and telling him what I want to say might just..."

"Fuck everything up?"

Steve's crassness surprised you and pulled a startled laugh from you. "Yeah." You looked at him seriously. "I don't think I can lose him, Steve."

"You won't," he told you firmly. "If Bucky loves you at all, which he definitely does, he wouldn't let that happen." You looked doubtful, but nodded your head. Steve sighed, following your gaze out to his best friend. "I haven't seen Bucky this happy in a long time. That's because of you, Y/N." He dropped his shoulder and nudged you gently. You looked up at him. "You make him better. And I think he makes you better too."

You nodded. Tipping your head back and finishing the rest of your drink, you felt courage starting to build up inside of you. "Right." You slammed your glass down on the bar, meeting Steve's amused eyes. "I'm going to do it."

"Good luck," Steve nodded, pulling you into a hug. Then he pushed you towards the crowd.

You pushed your way through without batting an eye, but as soon as you were standing outside of the balcony doors, you froze. I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't-

"Out you go."

The door swung open and you found yourself being pushed out into the cool air. You whirled around and saw Sam waving at you with a bright smile. The whole team was watching from a few feet behind the window. No pressure, then.

"Hey."

You turned around. Bucky was facing you, eyes on your friends watching through the window. You wondered if he'd guessed what they were expecting. His eyes found yours.

"Hey," you murmured in response. Taking a step forwards, you joined him by the railing. He turned around and the two of you looked out at the city.

It was quiet for a while. The sounds of busy New York City carried up to the balcony and lights seemed to shine brighter than they had all year.

"You're out here to talk about it, aren't you?" Bucky finally asked.

You glanced at him, seeing that his gaze was firmly on the city below. "Yeah."

"Okay." Bucky turned to look at you, still leaning against the balcony. "I'll start." You waited patiently as he gathered his thoughts. "D'you remember the first of december? I was standing out here to get away from the christmas party and then you came out too. I remember you saying that you were glad that I was out there with you to share your suffering." A smile pulled at his lips. "I knew it was just a joke but I still thought it was one of the nicest things anyone on the team had said to me."

You smiled slightly too. "I wanted to be friends with you," you told him. "I thought that you were so kind, so warm...I knew that you'd be lovely to spend time around."

"Then you let me help you bake, and you took me to Lang's even though you barely knew me," Bucky continued. "Right from the beginning, you were the best friend I'd had since Steve."

You took his pause as an indication to talk yourself. "Do you know when I realised that I liked you a little more than I was supposed to? It was that day you borrowed a pair of my socks." You smiled at the memory. "You said something like, "Did I ruin us?", and I just remember being so shocked by the idea that there could ever be an 'us'. And then a few hours later, I was staring up at you and realising that I loved you."

"You love me?" Bucky asked, turning to look at you properly.

You blinked. It had just come out, you didn't mean to say it. "I..."

"You weren't even there when I fell in love with you," he told you. "Steve, Sam and I were on a mission. Sam had been snoring for hours and I couldn't get to sleep. So I cleaned my gun, and then found myself sitting by the window. I don't know what it was, but I started thinking about you, and then it struck me."

You stared up at him. "That you love me?"

"That I love you," Bucky nodded. "This whole month, I've been telling myself that I'm okay with this, with whatever we are. But I don't think that I am."

Panic swelled in your chest. "You're...you're not?"

"I can't do this anymore, Y/N," Bucky told you, looking up at the sky. "I can't keep doing this dance with you. It's not fair on me, it's not fair on you. It just keeps getting harder. That first time we kissed, d'you remember?"

You nodded, staring resignedly out at the city. "Yeah. Under the mistletoe."

Of course you remembered. The first time you felt his plush, soft lips against yours. The first time you really started to wonder if Bucky felt the same way. You didn't know where he was going with this, but you hoped it wasn't towards the end of your relationship. From the brooding look on his face, you were starting to think it was.

"That night, I tried to tell you. Best thing I could get out was that you were the best thing that's ever happened to me." Bucky chuckled humourlessly. "You just shook it off. I tried to keep my mouth shut after that."

You remembered that. The only reason you hadn't taken him seriously was because you were terrified that you would be reading into it too much. You didn't want to get your hopes up. It seemed that if you had only allowed yourself to be hopeful, you might have had Bucky while you still could.

"When I took you to see Becca, that was me taking a leap," Bucky admitted. "I don't have parents around anymore. Rebecca's the only person from my old life that I've got, and I wanted you to meet her. I planned on bringin' you along, then I changed my mind. But then you were so sweet that mornin' that I couldn't help it."

He sighed, whole body tense as he forced himself to keep speaking and not look at you. He needed to get this out.

"She told me that she'd realised something," you interjected suddenly. Bucky watched you staring away from him. "She said that she'd been wondering why you'd been happier recently. And that now she knows it was because you'd found someone to love."

Bucky chuckled. "Yeah, well, of course Becca's right. Always had to be." He hummed. "I honestly thought I'd ruined everything the other day. When we left Becca and went to build a snowman." You frowned. Then you realised what he meant.

"You told me to imagine what our kids would look like!" You exclaimed, shaking your head in disbelief. "I forgot about that. Who the hell says stuff like that, Bucky?"

He smiled, shaking his head. "I wasn't thinkin' straight. Being 'round you does that to me." Then he turned to look at you. "But I gotta know, darlin', do you still feel that way for me?"

"I love you," you whispered, not meeting his eye. "I really do."

When Bucky was silent, you felt like your whole world was about to come crashing down. After everything he'd said, you expected him to say it back without hesitation. He had already, hadn't he? So why wasn't he saying anything now? Why was he looking at you like that? Like you-

Before your inner thoughts could get too out of hand, Bucky was gliding forwards and closing the space between the two of you. One of his hands still held his bottle, his free hand moving to rest on your waist as he pulled you into him.

His nose nudged yours slightly before his lips came crashing down onto yours in a searing kiss. Your eyes shut immediately and you lost yourself in him. Your hands raked along his back, drinking in the smooth planes of muscle that you could feel relaxing beneath your touch. Bucky was kissing you like you were his oxygen, drinking you in desperately. He pulled the breath from your chest and left you reeling and gasping.

Bucky rested his forehead against yours, looking down at you with his lips parted slightly. "I love you," he breathed. "Fuck, I love you so much."

"I love you too," you whispered back.

His lips had just latched onto yours for a second kiss when the first firework went off. Bucky froze for a moment before he realised what the sound was. Slowly, he kissed you again, letting one, two, three fireworks go off in the background before he started to pull away. His lips left yours with a soft pop. You watched, mesmerised, as his thumb brushed over his bottom lip, swiping away your saliva. Then he turned you around and pulled your back against his chest. The two of you looked up to the sky as the fireworks went off. You gasped at the bright colours, Bucky pressing a kiss to your neck and keeping his lips in place as he watched in awe.

Cheering and clapping from behind you made you peer over Bucky's shoulder. On the other side of the window, the team were all beaming out at you. Sam was wolf-whistling and Tony was cracking open a celebratory bottle of champagne. You giggled and turned back around with a bright smile on your face.

"Doll, I've got a New Year's resolution to make."

You hummed, squeezing Bucky's arm that was around your waist.

"'m gonna show you how much I love you."

You frowned. "That's not much of a resolution, Bucky, you're supposed to make a promise that you can keep doing for the entire year."

"Fine," he grumbled. "I promise that I'm gonna show you how much I love you. And I'm gonna keep doing it every night for the rest of my goddamn life, never mind a year."

You grinned, looking up and pressing a kiss to his jaw. "That sounds good to me, Bucky."

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Midnight

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

You never really liked going to Tony’s parties, especially his New Years Eve parties. But things are different this year. No celebrities, no athletes, just you and your friends from work. Work being of course, the Avengers and their loved ones.

Clint brought his family. Kate brought Lucky the Pizza Dog. Tony brought Happy, Pepper and Morgan. Bruce brought his cousin Jennifer to meet everyone. Thor brought Korg, Meik, and Loki, wait, how is Loki still alive?!? Steve brought Sam, Bucky, and his old war buddies. Peter brought May, Ned and MJ. Wanda and Vision brought their sons and their puppy. Doctor Strange brought Christine and Wong. Natasha brought Alexi, Melina, and Yelena. You however, had no one to bring.

Things were feeling rather lonely for a packed rooftop party. You stayed by the railing, overlooking New York. The city was alight with partying below. You felt a familiar presence approach you.

“Hey there“ Natasha smiles, her smile could chase away any and all sadness.

“Hey“ you smile back.

“Its almost midnight.“ she smirks, “you better find someone to kiss“

“That still a tradition?“ You laugh, gazing out over the faces of your friends and their loved ones, “I think everyone’s taken, Nat.“

She gives you a mischeivous look, “not everyone“ she takes your hand. Natasha gazes at you with those eyes of hers. You’re frozen in your place.

You can faintly hear the countdown on the streets below. Ten…nine…eight…

“Kiss me for a new year?“ Natasha smirks. Seven…six…five…

“Does it have to be just one time only?“ You smirk right back. Four…three…

The red haired beauty laughs and leans in. Now or never is all you can think.  Two…one..

You meet her lips halfway. The fireworks both outside and on the inside ring out.

Everyone cheers but all that matters to you is the red haired beauty in front of you. She pulls back and savors the feeling on her lips.

“Ok maybe more than once“ Natasha jokes as she grabs you and pulls you into another kiss. Yelena stands nearby simply rolling her eyes. That kiss was the first of many over the new year.

Happy New Years everyone!

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ok ok its the 31st here (happy new years!!) and while i was watching the fireworks i thought of how cute iy would be if peter was there☹️☹️☹️ i need help so bad BUT LIKE IMAGINE PETER AND READER who are like friends with heavy romantic tension are spending new years together and the reader like cuddles upto peter Just Because AND HES ALL SHY ANF SHIT😭😭

Yes to this!! 🎆🎆🎆

You both went to a party your friend invited you too but it was loud and the music was bad so you and Peter left and went back to his place.

He gave you a piggyback ride because you couldn’t find a cab and he left his Spidey-stuff at home

And you’re sitting on the fire escape, sharing a blanket and thermos of hot chocolate that Aunt May made because neither of you like wine all that much

It’s so cold out, but Peter lent you a pair of his pyjama bottoms in place of the skirt you wore to the party and he fully turned around and covered his eyes while you changed. You also stole a pair of his socks

It’s too cold for it to even snow and Peter takes your hands every so often and brings them up to his face and blows on them to warm them which has you pretty much seeing stars.

You keep your head nestled into his chest and he rests his chin on top of your hair.

You talk about all the dumb shit you did together that year like ride the Coney Island coaster to the point of nausea and sign up for tango lessons because why not

side note that Peter was very good at tango and you’re convinced it’s only because of his powers

You watch the fireworks and when they turn red and blue you tease him about how they’re not as pretty as he is when he’s in his Spidey-suit.

he musses up your hair for that one

Aunt May knocks on the window just before midnight to usher you back inside and you all count down together and there’s lots of hugging. When May goes to bed, you and Peter decide to play cards for a little bit because he’s a night owl and not tired.

Then suddenly you’re like, “Remember when you asked what my resolution was and I said that I wanted to keep being awesome?”

Peter throws you a look like where is this going? but what he says is “don’t change the subject because I’m smoking you in go-fish”

you roll your eyes

And you tell him that you actually want to be braver and more confident and he’s like “what’s the bravest thing you think you can do?”

And you straight up just kiss him and he still tastes like hot cocoa and marshmallows and everything feels like fireworks again.

“Wow, Y/N…wow.”

“Yeah.”

He touches his lips after you kiss him because that boy is swooning.

And the next morning, Aunt May finds you both asleep on the living room carpet, hands clasped and she’s like “Finally!”

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All Too Well - Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After months of crushing on Peter Parker, you move upstate with your family and make a heartbreaking discovery.

Warnings: fluff, angst

Words: 1433

A/N: Can't believe I haven't written for Andrew's Spider-Man! So here you go! Hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think! Happy New Year, I love you all! xxx

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

The knock on your window startled you as you were packing your things into a cardboard box, a smile spread across your face when you saw that it was Spider – Man. A few months ago the superhero had fallen into your garden, dressed in red and blue, and missing his mask. He had been hurt and he needed help. Obviously, you weren’t a doctor but you patched him up as best you could and sent him on his way, but every time he was in the neighbourhood he came to see you.

You put the box down and walked over to your window, opening it with a grin, “hi, Peter,” you stood aside to let him climb through the window.

“Hey, Y/N,” he grinned as he pulled off his mask to reveal his handsome face, you blushed as he pulled you into a hug, “how are you?” he smiled, leaning against the wall.

You tried to stop your eyes from ogling him but it was hard when he was smiling at you like that with his hair all messy, “I’m good, how about you? Are you hurt?”

You walked closer to him, looking for any sign that he was hurt, Peter shook his head with a small smile as he brushed his knuckles against your cheek, “just some bruised ribs, I’m okay.”

You smiled, looking away from his eyes to look at his mouth and you looked back at his eyes, “make sure you put some ice on it.”

“Of course, Doctor Y/N,” he smiled, kissing your cheek as he pulled away from you and went to sit on your bed.

You touched the place where he’d kissed you to find that it was warm, you wanted him, you wanted to kiss him properly but you couldn’t. You couldn’t ruin your friendship so you had to wait until he made the first move. He’d been coming to see you all this time, surely he had to harbour more than friendly feelings for you. How you wished that could be true.

He looked around at the boxes with interest, “are you moving or something?” he asked as you sat next to him.

You sighed and nodded your head, your family was moving upstate to Midtown for your dad’s new job, it was too far for him to commute. You didn’t want to move, you’d miss your school and your friends, you didn’t want to have to start afresh, “yeah, upstate,” you sighed, you’d really miss Peter too.

Instead of matching your glum energy, Peter smiled brightly, “I think you’ll love it upstate, it’s cool! And we’ll still be able to hang out, I’ll come and see you in your new place, if that’s okay of course,” he added quickly before he mumbled, “don’t wanna be a stalker or anything.”

You laughed with a nod, delighted that he still wanted to see you, you bit your lip as you gained the courage for what you knew you had to say, “why don’t you take my number?” you blushed, “then, you won’t have to search for the new place,” you laughed and shifted on the bed, you knee touching his.

The only reason why you knew Peter was because he kept coming to see you, you wouldn’t have known him any other way.

Your heart dropped when Peter gave you a pained smile, “a number comes with too many promises.”

“Like what, Peter?” you bit your lip as you watched the conflict play across Peter’s face.

“Promises that I can’t keep, look, Y/N,” he sighed sitting up and tucking your hair behind your ear, “I like you a lot, but I’m not looking for anything right now, not with the whole Spider-Man thing. Please, understand,” he pressed his warm lips against your cheek again.

Peter’s words were still ringing in your ears as you watched him climb back through the window later on that night. You watched him swing away on his webs with a heavy heart until he was nothing but a speck in the distance.

About a month later you were looking down the hallways of your new school with a confused look on your face. It was your first day and you were very, very lost, you were too anxious to ask anyone for their help. You were about to go wandering again when you noticed a very familiar looking boy taking photographs just in front of you. Happiness and perhaps a little bit of astonishment filled your body.

“Peter?” you called out, grinning when he put his camera down with a raised eyebrow, you couldn’t believe that he was actually here.

“Y/N!” he said with a shocked smile as you ran up to him and threw your arms around him, feeling his chuckle rumble in his chest. God, you loved his laugh, “what are you doing here?” he asked as he pulled away from you.

“I told you I was moving upstate, it’s my first day at this school,” you smiled.

“Wow, it, it’s so good to see you,” he smiled, almost looking dumbfounded.

You melted at his words, “look, Peter. I,” you blushed, hesitating as he looked at you with those gorgeous brown eyes. You wanted to tell him how you felt, you needed to tell him how you felt. You laughed nervously when Peter raised an eyebrow, “you see, the thing is,” you trailed off when a beautiful girl with white blonde hair walked up to Peter.

“Hey, you, who’s this?” she asked, looking at you with a kind smile.

Your eyes flickered over to Peter who was looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face, “Gwen, this is my friend, Y/N, it’s her first day. Y/N, this is my girlfriend, Gwen.”

Your heart dropped and sank to your stomach like a stone, quickly you managed to recover with a strained smile as Gwen spoke to you, “it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. How are you liking Midtown so far?” Gwen smiled and you watched her link her fingers through Peter’s with a sick feeling in your stomach.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you forced a smile, fighting back the tears in your eyes, “I like it, though I’d like it more if I could find my class. Speaking of, I’d better find it,” you glanced up at the happy couple and pushed past them without waiting for an answer. You walked with your head down, finally letting the tears streak down your cheeks.

Peter cornered you at the end of the day while you were putting your books into your locker, “Y/N,” he started with a guilty look on his face.

“Leave me alone, Peter,” you sniffed as you slammed your locker door shut.

“Y/N, please!” he grabbed your arm gently as you tried to walk away from him.

You whirled round to look at him and scoffed when you saw that he looked like a wounded puppy, “don’t you dare look at me like that!” you hissed. Is this what it felt like to have your heart broken? “I feel like such an idiot, I thought you liked me. I tried not to look too much into it. But, I wanted to be sure,” you didn’t want him to see you cry but it was too late, “you kissed me Peter. Twice.”

“On the cheek. It was a friendly kiss, I do like you as a friend, you’re my friend, Y/N,” he sighed, running his hands through his hair.

Anger rose in your chest, mingling with the sadness, “then why did you lie? You told me that you weren’t looking for anything. But, you were, just not with me,” your bottom lip wobbled, “you should have told me, Peter. You should have told me the truth, you can’t have been blind to my affections for you, not after all these months.”

“I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you,” he reached out for you but you backed away.

“That’s okay, I guess it just wasn’t meant to be,” you wiped your tears and your voice broke, “she’s beautiful, Peter. Gwen, really is beautiful.”

Peter nodded as he looked away from you, with a sigh you shook your head as you walked down the corridor, pausing to glance over your shoulder, “Peter?” with a hopeful sort of look, Peter looked up at you, “I don’t want to see you, or Spider-Man for that matter,” you looked away as a wave of sadness washed over you.

And that was how you left him, staring after you in that deserted corridor. So much for a first day.

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Embrace

Pairing: TASM!peter parker x reader

Scenario: After a night of patrolling, Peter comes to your window and all he wants is to have you in his embrace. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Warnings: Nothing that I can find! Just pure fluff :)

A/N: I started this page so long ago, and I’m so embarrassed that I haven’t published anything until now, lol! I’m going to try and post more, and I’m also going to change my masterlist up and just my entire page in general. I’m going to try and be more interactive and stuff. Anyways, this is SO SHORT, and I’m soooo sorry!!! I’m going to try and write something longer, but for now, I hope you all enjoy… whatever this is, haha!!

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A faint sound is heard from your window as you look up from the book you were reading. You set the book aside and walk towards the window, pulling your curtains up. A tired Peter meets your eyes, as he smiles at you and waits for you to let him in.

God, he’s so cute, you thought.

“Peter? What are you doing here?” You questioned as he climbed through your window. He stumbles a bit but after catching his balance, he wraps his arms around you loosely and places his chin on top of your head. 

That was the most perfect feeling to you. The security and comfort his embrace gave you was enough to keep you happy for all your days. He unleashed the most beautiful emotions inside of you; made you smile despite any situation. He was always there, arms wide and waiting for you and only you. That was enough for you.

“I needed to see you. I missed you.” He kissed the top of your head gently.

You giggled, “Peter I saw you a few hours ago at school. It hasn’t been that long.” You place your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

He lifts your chin so that you’re facing him, a soft smile on his face. He lifts one of his hands and caresses your cheek and you only see love in his eyes. It is so genuine and pure that all you want to do is stare in his captivating brown eyes all day long.

“I don’t care if it’s been a few hours or a few seconds. I needed to see you and hold you.” He admits. 

Silently, you pull him to your bed. He lays down, opening his arms for you. You wordlessly lay your head on his chest as you wrap your arms loosely around his waist. One of his hands rubs soothing circles on the small of your back, while the other finds your hair as he subconsciously runs his fingers through it. The sound of his heartbeat places you in the most peaceful trance, and you wish that time would just stop altogether. He kisses your forehead repeatedly before he wraps his hands around you tighter, making sure you wouldn’t go away. In return, you place a few kisses on his chest, right where his heart is.

Nothing else is said as you both just hold each other, occasionally giving each other kisses which are filled with nothing but genuine adoration for one another. The entire time he holds you in his arms you think of how lucky you are to have him in your life, and how perfect this was. You thought about him and everything you both have been through. You thought of everything that had to do with you and him, and it made you smile.

You closed your eyes, concentrating on the sound of his beating heart and the feeling of his hands running down your body and your hair. With that, a pleasant slumber overcomes the both of you.

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I Know That Voice

PAIRING: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2k

CONTENT: some douchebag and a spider, comedy and major fluff

NOTES: while I was trying to think of ideas I thought, what if peter’s best friend just wasn’t a total idiot and actually recognized his voice when they met spider-man? what would that be like? so this is what came out of it. I thought it was really funny, hope you enjoy! last fic of 2021 :)

“who knows maybe he’s like, a really ugly dude with a receding hairline or something-”

peter bursts out laughing, shaking so hard he clutches his hand to his chest.

“you seriously believe that’s what spider-man looks like?” he wheezes.

“no- no! I didn’t say that’s what I think he looks like, I just said that could be a possibility!” you laugh. 

an hour ago when you came over to peter’s house to study, you had every intention to get straight down to business and start the project you two have together that’s due in a week from now. which was also assigned a week ago. doing projects with your best friend are always difficult, but you guys always manage to get a good grade in the end, since you are the two smartest in the grade, maybe aside from your other friend gwen. but when you mentioned to peter that you were 99% sure spider-man waved at you yesterday, it’s been a whole discussion on what you think he looks like. 

“who knows! he could also have no hair, or really bleached hair! or maybe he dresses like a frat boy everyday- or he is a frat boy! just because he’s a hero doesn’t mean he automatically has great fashion sense-” you ramble. 

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PETER PARKER | “Empire State”

Requested: no Published: December 31st, 2021 Pairing: Established Peter Parker x Reader Prompt(s): none Warning(s): none Word count: 2k Author’s note: I’m obsessing over Andrew’s Spidey which is why I need to get all these ideas out of my system

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While at it please read my “Way Too Far From Home” one shot. 

“Babe? Babe? Where are you?”

You took a long look around yourself, catching breath with immense difficulty while among the scraper high building tops of the New York city skyline. Here at the peak, there was nothing but the East River and tinted windows to look at while your hair constantly whipped in your face. Your knees shook as you gripped the phone, crouching on the metal platform while you were cuffed against its railing. You had twisted and turned until your phone had somehow managed to fall to your ear.  

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not like this | p.p.

pairing: tom!peter parker x gender neutral!reader

summary: peter finds himself saving you, but not from villains. no, he’s saving you from yourself.

notes: this is my first fic on here! i love peter so much so i definitely plan on writing more. send in requests if you’d like!! i’ll get around to them as soon as i can.

word count: 3.7k

WARNINGS: suicidal thoughts, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort

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Still Have Me

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Request: It's just Avengers (after the first movie) as family. It's Steve's first Christmas in this century and he's a bit down, thinks that he lost everything so the team decides to cheer him up and they prepare Christmas at the Tower and Steve realizes that he might have lost a lot but he still has a family. Just pure Christmas fluff.

A/N: This isn't very long. I didn't have much time, but I really hope you enjoy it. Happy New Year!

Tagging: @bitchwhytho @music-of-melody @shadowhuntyi @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 Let me know if you want to be added or removed.

"Suit off, Rogers." You walk down the hallway of the Stark Tower, wearing Christmas Pyjamas and holding a glass of wine in your hand.

"Fury called in a—"

"I heard. Tony is already on it. You were instructed to wear the clothes laid out for you and meet us in the living room quarters," you scold lightly, already imagining him in an ugly Christmas sweater. Definitely one of the highlights of this holiday.

"Y/N, I'm not really in the mood," he mumbles, looking anywhere but at you. It hasn't gone unnoticed that he's been a little down this Christmas. Since coming out of the ice, it's his first one, and everything is different now. No Peggy, no Bucky, traditions have changed. You get it; you've lived longer than anyone should be capable of. It's hard for you, too, even if you did live through the changes over the centuries. There are people you're missing this holiday too, but that's precisely why you're not going to let Steve sit and pout all evening.

"Not an acceptable answer. Put your sweater on and join us. Otherwise, I tell Santa you've been naughty," you tease. No one will be sad on Christmas Eve - not on your watch. He keeps quiet, but you can tell from his smile that you've won. And 10 minutes later, he's standing in the doorway wearing a horrible sweater with Frosty the Snowman.

"Wow," he mumbles, looking at the table setting, the massive Christmas tree, and all of the presents under the tree. Christmas lights and garlands cover almost every inch, and the food has filled the room with the most delicious smell.

"I told you you'd like it," you grin, intertwining your fingers with his. He's so quiet while he takes it all in, but you know he's grateful to every one of you.

"Thank you," he whispers, hugging you tightly. Everyone is here. Everyone who loves Steve and cares about him almost as much as you do. And they're loud, they're laughing, they're teasing him and you. Tony returns just in time for dinner, and you reminisce over the past year. There's been challenges, victories, some in-between. But most importantly, you get to see Steve smile. And he hasn't done a lot of that this December.

"Remember that time in Marocco?" you join in, looking over at Natasha.

"I have no recollection of that," she denies immediately, but Tony isn't about to let it go that easily. He teases her relentlessly, but it's all in good fun. Thor even makes an appearance shortly, which you know Steve appreciates. Everyone is here. It's a chosen family, and you love every piece of it.

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"Thank you for tonight," Steve says when you enter your bedroom in the middle of the night. Without you asking, he unzips your dress, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

"You are loved, Steve. I know you have people you're missing. But we're a family. And we got you." With trembling hands, you wrap your arms around his neck. This is still new between the two of you. Part of you hasn't gotten used to the fact that you can wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

"I know. Thank you for reminding me."

"Anytime."

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New Year’s Eve ➺ K. B.

Summary: You’ve never been kissed, and you’re spending New Year’s Eve with Kate… what a strange coincidence.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 557

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, one swear word, fluff :)

A/N: I just love Kate Bishop so much okay? She’s so cute I can’t. (Also I know it’s not NYE yet – at least where I am – but I’m just too excited to post this)

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