(kofi request) the scene we had all been anticipating đ
chat should i post "[ COME ON ANGEL, COME ON DARLING ]" Here on tumblr or js keep it on ao3?
Theyâre sleepy and neeby to eeby
I still have no fukkin idea how to draw Mac, but Iâll figure it out I think.
The moon god, also known as The six eared Macaque.
|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader
|| warning : very VERY brief encounter with a gun , mission but barely talked abt
|| wc : 2.5k
The next couple of weeks went by like normal, or as normal as they coule. Both you and Bucky would text each other, sending small âgood morning!â texts as well as âgoodnightâ ones. It made Bucky act as if he was a highschooler again, his heart all giddy every time a notification popped up on his phone- sure, he didnât have a phone back when he was a teen but hush.
He really did enjoy texting you, it was definitely the highlight of his day.. But the more you texted, the more.. Attached, he's grown? Didnât help that youâd both go out for coffee at least once a week. It was harder to hide himself from you, hide the fact he was living in the Avengers Tower, that he was.. Well, seen as the Winter Soldier.
You were just so sweet. Kind. He couldnât tell you, his past was a literal nightmare. Heâd done terrible things and-
âHey, soldat, Steve, Sam and I are going to a museum, wanna join?â
âWhy would I wanna go to a museum?â
âMaybe âcause youâre ancient,â Natasha snickered before shaking her head. âWeâre going there âcause we got a tip that somethings going to go down. Might be big, wanna join?â
As much as Bucky wanted to say no and just lock himself in his room, he knew Steve would just try to drag him out. So, instead of fighting it, he nodded and sat up. Plus, maybe this could distract him from you.
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In some âundercoverâ clothes, the four of them were walking around a museum, one that showed off arts and sculptures. Maybe in another life, Bucky wouldâve found it interesting. But, they were just pretending to be enamored by the statuettes. No, they were on guard due to the fact they had gotten a warning from anonymous that some suspicious activity was going to go down. It could be some sort of drop-off of a weapon, magic shit, or maybe just stealing some art. Who knows?
Bucky stood besides Sam as they stared at some giant piece of art, it was a painting. A really well done one, actually. Oil painting of some sort of landscape with a bunch of people, the colors matched, the composition was wonderful, and the story behind it was deep.
âThink somethingâs actually gonna happen today, or just bad intel?â Sam kept his eyes ahead, as if analyzing the art in front of him.
â.. 10 bucks says somethingâs going to happenâ
â10 bucks says itâs bad intel, I mean câmon, itâs a Wednesdayâ
âWhatâs so not important about a Wednesday?â
âWhy couldnât it be on a Friday?â
âMaybe the bad guys were busy on Friday.â
Sam raised an eyebrow and just rolled his shoulder. âIâm gonna go over down the hall, check out the statues and make sure nothingâs going down.â
Bucky nodded and went back to looking up at the painting. Admiring the bumps and parts of the painting where the paint seemed to clump. Real pretty.
He turned from the painting and went the opposite direction of Sam. But the second he started to walk, he froze. Either this is a terrible coincidence or God wants to mess with him. Standing a few feet away from him was you. Shit shit shit! He can't be distracted by you. In a small panic, Bucky started to walk back, a few steps before he turned around and bumped into something.
Shit, all that âtrainingâ went to shit, he bumped into a trashcan. Making a loud clatter noise, drawing everyone's attention, including yours. Now where was Sam in all this? That bitch was recording everything.
âJames?â
Shit.
He turned slowly around, tugging at his hood and hiding his forehead. âHey, [Name]..â
You just giggled at the strange coincidence that Bucky was here. In fact, you didnât even mean to come to the museum today, a buddy of yours that worked there invited you to go, and since you didnât have to open up shop today, you agreed! Funny how fate works! âWhatâre you doing here? You here with a friend?â You glanced around, it didn't seem anyone claimed to have gone along with Bucky.
âAdmiring the art.â He let go of his hood before pushing his hands into his pockets. He couldnât say that he was actually on some Avenger mission. You still didnât know he was the Winter Soldier. And he wanted to keep it that way.. âWhatâre you doing here?â
âMy friend just invited me, she works here, kinda just spur of the moment!â You scratched the back of your head as you looked up at the painting in front of you. âPlus, I didnât have to open shop today.. Kinda a free day today.â
Bucky nodded and shifted in his spot. His eyes darted from you and back to the painting, just because the two of you have been texting for the last month didnât mean he knew how to talk to you like a normal person. I mean, he was a good speaker back then right? He could.. He could try to act like that again, right?
âHey! Since youâre alone.. And Iâm alone, wanna.. Be alone together?â You shrugged, shifting your weight from your toes to your heels. Rocking front to back as you asked. âAs cheesy as that is.â
The super soldier besides you looked over your face for a brief moment before looking around the hall. Looking for Sam, who was currently pretending to be interested in some sort of old statue. Bucky was sure heâs going to ask about who you were later, God, heâll need to make up a lie.. Thatâs not even what he should be worried about, he should be worried about the damn mission they were on!
Your eyes softened as you looked up at his nervousness. Bucky was an.. Awkward person, but it was part of his charm, thatâs why you like him. âOr, I could walk away, meet you back up later, and then pretend itâs a coincidence?â You cracked a small smile and kept your eyes on him.
Thankfully, the small joke you made seemed to make him visibly less like heâs about to explode on the spot. He gave a short nod before turning away and walked off. You didnât mind, he was his own person, and you were yours, but man would it have been fun to be with him instead of alone.
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The time passed by quickly, every other exhibit, youâd find yourself in the middle of a conversation with James. Though, he seemed to be on guard more and more each âcoincident meeting.â Again, you didnât mind.
âDonât get me wrong, I think itâs wonderful people are trying to be more- communicative with their mistakes with their partners, but seriously, Iâve gotten like 15 customers this week who wanted to buy a basic rose bouquet as a sorry present!â You tugged at your hair as you complained about work. Bucky didnât mind, though, heâd rather listen to your voice than his. âI swear, if I get one more customer ask whatâs the best type of flowers for apologizing to their partners for sleeping with their best friend, Iâm gonna lose it!â
âItâs that common?â
âUh, yeah, people are such assholes nowadays, canât find a decent person to date, yâget desperate, then yeesh! Youâre stuck with some asshole!â You waved your hand in the air as you brushed what you said aside. Truth be told, you hadnât gotten into a relationship in the past.. Maybe 2 years? Even then, it was always casual. âThatâs why Iââ
RING! RING! EMERGENCY! EVACUATE TO THE NEAREST EXITS!
The blaring alarms cut you off as red lights danced in your vision. There were people screaming and guns firing, it seemed something bad did happen, and Sam owed Bucky 10 bucks. Buckyâs eyes darted towards the sound of the gunshots and started to run towards it, only to be tugged by your hand. Your eyes wide with worry and confusion as to why the hell your friend James was running towards the danger!
âJames! Whatâre you doing?! Câmon, we hafta go!â
âI canâtââ
âBucky, thereâre 6 armed men near Sam and your location, Nat and I are taking care of the other 6â Steveâs voice came through into Buckyâs earpiece. âTheyâre trying to do a drop-off, some sort of Hydra weapon! Get the briefcase!â
âOn my way.â Bucky replied as you stared up at him, your brows furrowed in even more confusion. What the hell was he doing?? âYou need to get out of here, itâs not safe.â
âNo, we have to get out of here! James, câmon, youâre not some super heââ
You cut yourself off as your friend shucked his jacket off and blocked a bullet that was flying both your ways.. With his arm. A sleek, black metal arm. Thatâs when it hit you, thatâs why he seemed so familiar. Thatâs why he was so secretive on where he stayed or not. He wasnât just James. He was James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier.
âHoly shit.â
âGet out of here, Iâll-â James grabbed a gun from his holestor (Oh my god???) and shot at the ones who were shooting at the both of you. âIâll find you outside.â
â.. Be carefulâ You muttered before turning away and running out to the closest exit. You didnât know how to react, what to do with the newfound information. You felt so.. So stupid, not realizing that James was an Avenger. He lived in the Avenger tower- Oh my god, he was a super soldier.
With shallow breaths you turned a corner and your eyes locked to the nearest exit. You took a breath of fresh air as you felt the cold breeze hit your face, as if the museum was stuffed with smoke. It wasnât, thank god, the people who arranged the attack didnât seem to think to use fire power. Itâs probably for the best.
As you stepped farther away from the door, a paramedic looked over you, you werenât hurt, not shot, not even grazed. Thank god for.. James. You still couldnât wrap your head around it. Whilst you sat on the edge of the sidewalk, waiting for the fight to die down, you pulled your phone out. You didnât have many contacts, honestly you were.. Pretty alone. Parents? Only mom was left after dad passed. Siblings? An older, pretentious brother. Friends? You were pretty quiet in highschool, only the museum buddy of yours, who was Maria, sheâs the one who gave you this death wish of an invite here. Then there was your other friend, who was in fact your neighbor, May and her nephew Peter. Nice bunch, you gave them flowers on their birthdays and theyâd bring you some sort of baked good. Ah, but I digress.
Jeez. Maybe youâll call up May, sheâd probably know about this, plus, she told you Peter was an intern at Starks, right? Ah, but.. No, that wouldnât do much good. Heâs an intern, not some superhero. You kept scrolling through your phone for a few more minutes. You didnât know how well of a promise Jamesâll keep, especially with him fighting people with.. Super weapons or something, but you stayed. Hoping heâll keep to his word and try to find you.
After a long while, you heard claps and cheers from the citizens as the four of them brought all 12 of the villains out of the museum. They seemed hurt, but not to the brink of death, thankfully. The Cap was quick to hand them over to the police to take care of as the citizens slowly dispersed. People knew all about the hero's life, hearing it on the news and such, it was hard to be an Avenger. So, they needed space.
You waited as the crowds grew smaller before you took a few steps closer, holding your arms closely as you stood to the side. Watching as your friend's eyes darted around. It was amusing. Despite just saving a bunch of people, including yourself, he was still awkward.
â[Name].â He muttered, his voice light as a breath of fresh air as he spotted you. His shoulders seemed to sag in relief as he walked towards you. He should definitely be headed to the Avengers Tower, but right now he needed to make sure you were okay. âAre you hurt? They didnât get you, right?â
âIâm fine, Iâm fine, James, I-â You let out a small breath and placed your hands on your hips as you looked over at him. He had some blood on his jacket, some scratches on his face.. And that arm. Oh, wow, he.. Yup, he had a metal arm. âYou.. Never told me you were an Avenger.â The corner of your lips tugged into a small smile as you chuckled.
He mirrored your smile, relieved at the fact you didnât seem upset, or even the smallest bit scared. âYou never asked.â
Your nose crinkled, âI asked what your job was, you saidââ
âThat I work as security.â
âSecurity for the whole world, James!â With that you started to laugh into your hand, this was unbelievable. This awkward man whoâd stumbled into your flower shop looking for a gift for his friend was James âBuckyâ Barnes.
âSorry for keeping that from you, I just-â He shrugged and scratched the back of his neck. âI liked that you just knew.. Me.â
That made your heart melt. Everyone in the world knew James as âBuckyâ or âThe Winter Soldier.â The only people who knew him differently was Steve, only because he knew him back in the 40s and was his best friend and.. You. You knew him as James, and as much as the name felt weird, it felt right in your lips.
âDonât apologize,â You hit your fist against his non-metal arm in a playful manner, an understanding smile on your face. âI get why you didnât tell me. Iâm not upset over it, if youâre worried.â
A small smile danced on Buckyâs lips and he nodded. âYouâre too sweet.â
âNah, Iâm just a good friend.â
âFriend.â Bucky repeated to himself and nodded again. Oh he loved being your friend. He honestly thought the only friend heâd ever have would be from the Avenger Tower, and thatâs only because they were Steveâs friends. âAh, uh- I should probably-â
He pointed over to where Steve, Natasha and Sam were talking and you immediately understood.
âOh! Yeah, no you go do that-â
âThanks, uhm-â He stepped back and hesitated to turn away. âIâll, uh, text you?â
âYeah- Yeah!â
âCool.â He nodded and turned away, the corners of his usually scowling lips quirked up as he repeated to himself. âCool.â
He approached his team and just blended in nicely, no one seemed to notice him leaving and coming back. Perfect.
He spared you one last glance, as you walked away. Friend.
|| WOOO !! :3 FRIENDSHIP
You and Hawks are both pro heroes and you approach him like:
You: âDid you hear that people have been shipping us?â
Hawks: âReally? Thatâs so weird.â
Hawks a week earlier, posting on a fake account: âHAS ANYONE EVER CONSIDERED HAWKS X Y/N?!â
|| pairings: hawks x reader / keigo takami x reader
|| warning: hurt/comfort [keigo does the comforting]
|| word count: 0.6k
Today's been hard, like really genuinely hard. No- scratch that, these past few WEEKS have been hard. Your classes have been going terribly, it feels as if you're failing every class.. And god forbid you're excited to see your friends for a few minutes. But turns out, they all went out to get drinks without you!
Tears burning at the corner of your eyes, saying your little mantra of 'Just make it back home, just make it back home, just make it back home.' Trying to push the bubbling overwhelming feeling of just an overflow of sadness crashing down on you as if a wave.
It was fine too, Keigo was gonna be on patrol, and by the time you were done sobbing your eyes out, he'd be back! And you could act as if nothing had happen.
The second you opened and shut the door behind you, you put your back against the wall and started crying. Not overly loud, nor dramatic, but you definitely weren't holding back sobs.
However, one, iiiiitty bitty tiny thing had thrown a wrench in your plan. Keigo, your ever loving boyfriend of the past few years, had decided to surprise you with a nice home cooked meal. He'd felt bad for being away so much! With how many missions his supreriors had given him, he felt bad for neglecting his lovely lover. The second he heard you open and shut the door, his heart leaped at the idea of having a romantic dinner at home.. But it soon fell as he heard you cry.
In a flash he was right in front of you, his soft hands on your shoulders as he stared at you in worry. His bushy brows furrowed as he tried to calm you.
"Baby?" He said quietly. "Baby, what's wrong, fuck- are you okay?? Are you hurt??"
You shook your head quickly as you palmed at your eyes, as if trying to force the tears back in. Oh, but Keigo's voice. With his sweet and hushed tone made you feel safe, much too safe. Enough to the fact you couldn't stop sobbing.
With a strong pull and a few flaps of his wings, Keigo flew you into the living room and kept you hugged on the couch. His wings engulfing your full presence.
For a few moments, you stayed like that. Keigo keeping you warm, making small circles at the small of your back as you cried wet patches into his shirt. Tugging and clawing at him, as if trying to keep him as close to you as possible. Scared that he'd disappear within moments.
Yet, he never did. He stayed, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
"You're okay, baby," He whispered. "It's okay. I'm right here.. I'm so proud of you, y'know? You're doing amazing, I love you so much. I-"
"You wouldn't leave me, right?" It was a quick and cut question, you barely stuttered as you uttered those words.
"What?"
".. You wouldn't leave me.. Right?"
Keigo pulled away from you and cupped your face in his hands, his brows furrowed in confusion as he stared at your eyes. His honey suckled ones bearing into yours..
"Why do you think- I would never-" He took a deep breath before restarting. His forehead resting against yours as he spoke quietly. "I'll never, in a million years, leave you. I love you too damn much to. You're my entire world, and you deserve everything. I'll never leave you, I never want to leave you. You're everything, my love."
Your winged boyfriend spoke with such conviction, every word said with the most emotion. It wasn't like the words he said on TV. The ones manufactured to be the perfect hero. But these were words of a boyfriend who loved you so fucking much. Someone who claimed to never leave..
And who never went back on his words.
|| mannnnn ive been so busy and tonight felt like eeextra shit, so ya'll are getting small comfort fic !! thumbs up
PEOPLE WHO HAVE SEEN THUNDERBOLTS* OR WILL SOON, PLEASE DO NOT SPOIL IT FOR THOSE WHO DID NOT SEE IT! PUT A SPOILER WARNING PLEASE I BEG! I CAN ONLY WATCH IT IN 2 WEEKS AND I DONT WANNA GET SPOILED BUT I STILL WANNA READ BUCKY FICS đđđđ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
|| pairings: bucky barnes x gn!reader
|| warnings: fluff-ish? , really bittersweet , 1940s bucky
|| word count: 1k words
"No, please? Stay the night?"
You gave the best puppy dog eyes you could as you looked up to your partner. Your everything. Your Bucky. He was enlisted and getting sent out first thing in the morning. The two of you had gone steady a few months ago, but you'd known him for years before that.
"Dolll, I-" Bucky snorted and held you close to his chest, his forehead resting against yours before he pressed a small kiss to the tip of your nose. His lips gentle, and his touch was like clouds. "How can I say no t'you?"
A small chuckle left your lips as you ushered him into your home. You agreed that, after the war the two of you would get married. Move in together.. Ah, well, you don't wanna dwell on that right now. You're going to focus on the man right in front of you and that's all.
"You can't say no t'me!" You hugged his waist before pushing him down to the couch. With gentle touch, you grabbed his coat and threw it to the side. He's complained before about how it was tight and hot in it. "And I thank God for it everyday"
"You're so bad, hun"
"You love it"
In a graceful movement, you sat nicely on his lap. Your hands cupping his face as you looked over his face. Trying to remember every wrinkle, every hair, every bump and crevice. You weren't going to see him for months..
"What's on your mind, sweetheart?" The man in front of you asked with a worried smile. His hands were placed on your waist, making sure you weren't going to fall or move or anything of the sort. "Why're acting like 'n eager beaver?"
".. You promise you'll be back, right?"
A beat of silence spread between the two of you. James Buchanan Barnes left wordless for a moment. His shoulders tensed, no one would notice. No one but you. He licked his top lip before he captured your lips on his.
"I promise." He whispered against you. "I'll be back quicker than y'can say my name"
You ran a hand through his hair, it was so soft under your touch. You're going to miss moments like this. The sweet man you met gradeschool. You remembered when he was a lanky 12 year old boy, all confident at being 'the fastest kid in the whole school.' Honestly, when you were kids you didn't like him. He was a popular kid in school, everyone loved him
Except you. Which was strange for Bucky. So, of course, he made the great decision to talk to you in the library. You were reading The Great Gatsby.. Which was a heavy book for a 12 year old to read. But that just made Bucky even more enraptured with you.
Ever since then, he'd been glued to your side. After that, you, Bucky, and Steve had become a close knit trio. Everyone knew wherever you went, Bucky and Steve were close behind.
It was only inevitable that you'd fall for one of them.
Ah, well. That's enough reminiscing.. The front lines were the one place you wouldn't be able to follow Bucky to. You weren't enlisted, nor did you want to join the army. Much too violent for you. You wanted to open a bookshop for crying out loud!
"You'll stay safe though, okay, James?"
"Oh no, y'called me James, am I in trouble?" He had his signature smirk on his lips, trying to lighten the mood. It was a, uh, a failed attempt.
"Promise me."
His gaze softened as he kept his eyes locked on yours, his thumbs rubbing small circles on your back. Something he learned to soothe you one day after you had a low grade on a math test.
"I promise, doll."
A small sigh left your lips before you kissed his forehead softly. "I'll send you flowers, 'kay?"
"No."
You huffed and leaned away, your brows furrowed at his quick answer. A small frown on your face. "Why? Embarrassed of me?"
"Not one bit, doll, don't even joke like that," His grip on your waist tightened before he pulled you closer. "I don't want'cha to send me flowers, 'cause I want'cha to save that for our garden."
A small, confused chuckle left your lips. "Garden?"
"When we live together after the war," He whispered and kissed your lips, a quick soft one. "We'll have a big garden, somethin' we can take care of together."
"Buck-"
"We'd have the best front yard in the whole neighborhood," His eyes bore into yours. His blue eyes locked on yours as he looked at you.. Only love and admiration. Unlike his usual teasing nature, he looked at you as if you're the only person in the world. As if he wasn't leaving the next day. In fact, he looked at you as if you'd spend your whole life together..
That was his plan, at least.
"So no flowers, got it, sweetheart?"
You rolled your eyes and leaned forward, your forehead resting against his. "I got it."
"Doll?"
"What is it, Bucky?"
"I love you."
Your heart skipped a beat before a giggle escaped your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly as you placed scattered kisses around his face. You've said you "i love you's" before. But the magic hasn't weared off, not for you at least. Not ever.
"I love you too, James Buchanan Barnes. I love you more then you'll know."
The two of you sat there in a comfortable silence for a while. Quiet conversations between you two before Bucky carried you to your room. Where the both of you cuddled all night and whispered sweet nothings to each other.
You kept him close, stealing away any and all his warmth in the dark of the night.
Sadly, the morning came by, and your Bucky was swept away. Of course, he spared you a kiss before he had to go, promising he'd be back before you could say his name.
If only that promise was kept.
I LOVE 1940S BUCKY. I WANT A WHOLE AHH SERIES ABT 1940S BUCKY BARNES. :(((
GUYS PLS. I NEED TO READ SOMETHING CUTE WHILE STUDYING FOR FINALS, IF ANYONE KNOWS, WHATS THE FIC WHERE ITS HAWKS X READER AND READER ACCIDENTALLY TAKES HIS COFFEE AND ITS RLLY CUTE???
" what can i say? i'm optimistic to a fault ,,artist / đłïžâđ
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