#winter x may

[joannevixxon]

Winter: You call this a bedroom, Marigold? I would’ve mistaken it for a dumpster—

May:  NOW LISTEN HERE, SCHNEE!!

#winter schnee #may marigold #rwby #hellbore #winter x may #may x winter #rwby fanart #fanart #illustration #drawing #art #artist on tumblr #my art #my drawing stuff

[brittlebeast]

Fandom: RWBY Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: May Marigold/Winter Schnee Characters: Winter Schnee (RWBY), May Marigold (mentioned) Additional Tags: Canon Trans Character, trans author, Angst, One-sided Conversation, POV Winter Schnee, Post-Break Up, Pining, Trans Character, Trans Female Character, Sometimes Your Ex Transitioning Leads To Realizing You're Super Gay Summary: Winter finds out her ex has a new name and a new gender, and it brings some old feelings back to the surface in a new light.

So she talks to a sword about it.

#rwby #winter schnee #may marigold #hellbore #winter x may #may x winter #my fics

[bridgyrose]

Winter is a witch and she curses May so that "men will never love you again!" ... May immediately proposes to Winter, grateful that guys will stop hitting on her.

May slowly made her way into a small hut, the wooden door creaking on its barely used hinges. “H-hello? I uh… was told you could help me with a problem.” 

A bottle slammed against the wall, glass shattered in a brilliant display of sparks as the light shone off the shards, and a woman yelled from the cauldron she was mixing. “Close the door! You’re going to foul the inside with that air.” 

May quickly shut the door in fear of another bottle being thrown at her. She stepped closer to the cauldron, her eyes glued to the shelves of various bottles and items. Fresh herbs and plants grew in planters haphazardly attached to the wall, jars of fungus, animal parts, powders, and spices lined bookshelves that seemed ready to fall apart. She was interrupted out of her thoughts as the woman yelled at her again. 

“Grab the nutmeg from the top shelf and a few mint leaves! I need to be quick!” 

May nodded and started to dig through the bottles to find the one labeled nutmeg and then pulled a couple leaves from the mint plant on the wall. “Will these help me?” 

“No, its for my tea.” The witch ladled a bit of tea into a cup, then sprinkled nutmeg into it and placed a couple mint leaves to the side to steep for a moment. “Now, you said you had a problem.” 

“Right, I uh…” May paused as she looked into the blue eyes of the witch, finding herself too nervous to speak. “I… am having issues with… love.” 

“Love?” The witch placed her cup down and frowned as she looked over May. “Its always love, isnt it? And what is it that *you* want? A love potion to make the man of your dreams fall for you? No, that would be too simple.” The witch stood up and started to rummage through the few books on her bookshelf. “You’d want something more, something to make your life easier, wouldnt you?” 

“Well… no, that’s not exactly-” 

“Its always the same with every single one of you! ‘Winter, I need to fall in love’ or ‘Winter, I need a potion for my soulmate’. Enough is enough!” Winter finally pulled a book off the shelf and flipped through the pages as she started to recite an incantation. “Sit tibi excors et inconveniens!” 

May hesitated as a few glyphs started to form around her, each one latching to her neck and wrists. The markings from each glyph started to burn into her as they set their curse to her: no longer would men look at her as someone to desire, but as someone to leave alone. Once the magic faded and the marks vanished, she dropped to her knees and sighed. “What… did you do to me?” 

“You’ll no longer be a desire to men, which means you dont need any more help from me.” Winter started to make her way back to her cauldron. “Now, go away. I have nothing more that you could need.” 

“A-actually, I think I need to thank you.” 

Winter paused. “Thank me? I just made it so men would never desire you.” 

May nodded and walked closer to Winter. “Which is why I came to you. People always boast about what you can do with love lives, I was hoping you could help me keep men away. And… well, it may be a curse, but you did just that.” 

“I see…” Winter sighed and took a seat at her table. “Then, I should lift your curse-” 

“Please dont!” May dropped to her knees and looked up at Winter. “Let me keep this curse and I’ll give my life to you.” 

Winter blushed hard, nearly falling out of her chair. “W-why would you just say something like that?” 

“Because I mean it,” May said as she lowered her head and bowed before Winter. A blush burned across her cheeks as she smiled. “Its the least I could do for what you’ve done. And… my eye has been on you for years. I… just didnt know how to ask with all the men swarming around me.” 

Winter cleared her throat and composed herself as she sat up again. “Alright, I’ll take your offer. But I hope you know what it means to give your life to a witch.”

#rwby #may marigold #winter schnee #drabbles #hellbore #winter x may #witch!winter #Of love and magic #Of love and magic au

[maivolpe]

as long as you’re with me (you’ll be just fine)

summary: you neglect an injury to be able to see your boyfriend. he, however, sees right through your charade.

a/n: my first "full" one-shot! this is a reminder to take care of yourselves or else. i hope you enjoy ♡

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: descriptions of blood, stitches, wounds, needles, bucky dog-earing a book wc: 1.5k

the lights were dimmed when you arrived home, battered and bruised. you almost sank to your knees upon entrance, the exhaustion from the day coursing through your body. you dropped your backpack just inside the door with a resounding thud. you'd deal with it later.

your suit still stuck to your skin unpleasantly, the slick feeling of blood still coating your leg. it had taken a few minutes to even realize you had been stabbed, but that was a small mercy. it was a sharp pain like you'd never felt before, and the heat of it all tortured you through the rest of the fight. you had lost the feeling, for a few fleeting seconds, thanks to adrenaline, but now it was back. and worse than before, as your stupid suit rubbed against the wound.

shower, was the plan. shower everything off, bandage it up, and pretend like nothing happened. then you would get to spend the time with bucky that you missed on the mission.

"baby?"

his voice echoed softly across the room, and you squinted before realizing that bucky was tucked under a pile of blankets on the couch. only his eyes, his nose, and his battered copy of the hobbit showed. you laughed breathily, slowly making your way across the room to him. "hey, lover."

he dog-eared his page, causing you to wince internally, and struggled out of the blankets he had trapped himself in. his eyes flitted over your face, taking in your features. the small crease in your forehead, the bags under your eyes. the little tilt to your head, because... you were favoring one leg over the other. busted.

"where are you hurt?" he asked, though he already knew.

you groaned, defeated, and displayed your left leg in front of him. though your suit was still on, there was a sickening stain of blood collecting where you'd quickly wrapped it up and tied it off before leaving the compound.

"it's really not a big deal, doesn't hurt that badly. don't worry about me!"

bucky cocked an eyebrow at you, and reached for your leg. he gently bent your shin backwards, eliciting a hiss of pain from your lips.

"sure, princess. not that bad. sit down."

he headed off to the bathroom to fetch the kit, and you let yourself slowly sink onto the couch.

"if it was bad they wouldn't have let you leave," he called from the other room. "knife wound?"

"yeah," you answered. "i kind of... hid it? but i think they knew you were gonna patch me up regardless."

bucky walked back into the room, his bare feet grazing the carpet. "i'm nothing to you but a nurse."

you laughed and leaned forwards, trapping his lips in a soft kiss. it tasted like heaven after a long day of granola bars and the metallic tang of your own blood. but then again, it always tasted like heaven.

"hottest nurse i ever met."

he chuckled, tying his hair up to keep it out of his eyes and squatting down to see your thigh in the dim lighting. "don't tell sharon that."

he slowly untied the cloth you'd had tied just above your knee, muttering "crude" before letting it fall to the floor. while it wasn't completely soaked through with blood, you still looked away from it, instead watching bucky's jaw set as he pulled out a pair of scissors.

"'m just gonna cut your suit here," he assured. "you've got like fifty of 'em anyways."

you nodded your assent, laying back on the cushions as you heard the tear of fabric. he hissed upon seeing the wound, a three- or four-inch gash just above your knee. it was probably three-quarters of an inch deep, he figured. dried crimson covered every available inch of skin. if it had happened to himself, he wouldn't have cared. he had plenty of scars, and the serum would help to heal it fast enough that it didn't matter.

but to his girl?

he was filled with a rage he hadn't felt since the forties, when steve would show up bloodied and bruised, acting as unaffected as you were right now. he'd been against you going on missions in the first place - while he knew you were capable, he couldn't protect you in the field. he wanted, needed to protect you. but he knew the best way to do that would be to help now, to clean you up, and so he did.

"how're you feeling, pretty girl?" he asked, moving to the faucet in the kitchen. he ran the water over a clean cloth, never taking his eyes off of the couch where you lay.

you pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes, sighing. "'m a little dizzy. stitches?"

"mm-hmm."

"ugh."

you closed your eyes - just for a minute - and it felt like the couch would swallow you up, or you would sink right through the cushions. it was quiet, only the ticking of the clock and the hum of the tacky lamp that bucky loved to read by filling the air. they soon faded, and you didn't question why. there was silence for a moment, and the burning in your leg subsided until it was just a dull ache.

your eyes flickered open in surprise at a cool pressure on your lips, parting them just a bit when you realized bucky was holding a glass to your mouth. it felt cool and wonderful trickling down your throat, and before you knew it, the cup was empty and he was pulling it away. he made up for it with the loving look he gave you, though it was tinged with a bit of sadness. it could've just been the shadows, the way the light fell on him, but you knew better.

"hang in there for me, doll," he murmured, sitting back down and pressing the wet cloth to your skin. the sting of the fabric against the gash was more than enough to bring you back down to earth. you groaned, and bucky nodded in sympathy.

"almost done."

he was finished in no time, though it felt like forever, and soon wielded the needle and nylon that you so dreaded.

“here, baby, i got you.” he tucked the end of one of his blankets into your mouth, letting you bite down on it. "ready?"

you nodded, giving him a weak thumbs up. ready as you'd ever be, you supposed.

he went in as quickly as he could, tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth as he slammed out stitch after stitch. you gritted your teeth, your breath hitching. it stung so badly. but it was done as fast as it had begun, and the needle clattered to the ground.

bucky pulled himself onto the couch next to you, his hands moving a million miles a minute. he gently took the fabric from your teeth, laying the blanket softly over your legs, hiding the stitches from view. you held your trembling hands out to him, and they were swallowed up in an instant, deft fingers tracing your veins.

“good job, darling, that was amazing,” he murmured, pressing a tentative kiss to your mouth. your lip quivered and he pulled away quickly, cautious eyes searching for any kind of pain he might’ve caused.

“hey, what’s wrong?”

tears gathered at your waterline, and you sniffled before choking out, “you treat me so well.”

he smiled, but knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. “you’ve been stabbed. do you think i wouldn't help you?”

“no i know you'll always help, but… i don't think i deserve it. i didn’t do amazing. it hurt.”

he laughed. “pretty girl, when i had to sew myself up for the first time, i was cussin’ and screamin’ everywhere. you didn’t even make a single sound.”

"well then i shouldn't have gotten stabbed," you grumbled.

he pulled you into his arms. “you got through the fight, first of all, and that's a win in my book. and on top of that, you toughed it out just to come see me, dove. which you shouldn’t have, that was stupid and reckless, but the point here is that you're strong. even stronger than me, i think."

you only hummed, moving your head to rest on his shoulder. it felt as though all of your energy had evaporated from your body, and would float away through an open window somewhere. the rumble of bucky's voice deliberately softened, proving your exhaustion did not go unnoticed.

“want me to sleep on the couch with you tonight?”

you hummed, leaning forward to kiss his neck as your way of saying yes. he chuckled again, the sweet melody of his laughter bringing a ghost of a smile to your tired face. you couldn't see his, but you knew he was grinning.

“c’n you read to me?”

bucky reached for his book, flipping to the dog-eared page. "i thought you'd never ask, dove."

"you know, one 'f these days 'm gonna get tired of hearing about dwarves."

"you won't," he said confidently. "you love me too much."

you snorted, but settled in, tucking your uninjured leg close to your body. bucky tightened his grip around you, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. he cleared his throat dramatically, coaxing another smile from your features.

“bilbo rushed along the passage, very angry, and altogether bewildered and bewuthered…”

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ko-fi ♡

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes hurt/comfort #protective bucky barnes #winter soldier #avenger reader #marvel #mai writes

[u5an5]

Theory: The Clone X was not Cody like some people think or even Fives (I know he's been dead for a very long time but so was Boba Fett and look where we are. Plus, Echo was supposed to be certainly dead too; making him Winter Soldier-esque storyline wouldn't be that surprising) or not even Slick.

((Also, now that we've seen his face devoid of any tattoos or scars I think first two takes are definitely not applicable anymore; they wouldn't put that much effort to make him unrecognizable))

Back to the point: In my opinion, The Clone X was none other than...

Fox.

Now let me explain.

Who else, other than X, was loyal to the law and justice dictated by it over any moral or ethic code?

Fox.

Who else was portrayed with such single-minded focus on hunting down traitors of the government he served, regardless of what it was?

Fox.

Who else could know not only Coruscant so well but also identify Rex like they knew each other?

He already was a remarkably successful tracker of traitors, why not make him more efficient by pointing them out for him?

Good soldiers follow orders, after all.

#clone assassin #commander fox #star wars tbb #i know that hes got killed really early after Order in comics but i would honestly prefer him to die this way #the bad batch spoilers #tbb #cc 2224 #commander cody #arc trooper fives #ct 5555 #tcw slick #cc 1010 #star wars #sw tbb #sw the bad batch #the bad batch season 3 #tbb theory #we dont even know for sure how fox looks like cause in one moment we see corries without helmets all of them have standard paintjob #there are 3 clones behind fox when hes shown and then the one taking off his helmet stands beside 2 others so it may actualy be it??? #my point is: outside of one page incomic that can be at any point made noncanon or recontextualized theres no evidence that it cant be him #they already retconed more important things. why not this? #and as rogue said in coments X is a 10 in roman numerals so... #i think its likely that in case im right we can assume that all named corries were made into CloneX #none of them appeared yet despite how much of action happens on coruscant #and only thorn died on screen; in a way preventing him from being viable option nonetheless #three hits point blank months before Order seem unlikely but theyve done weirder things so him returning wouldnt be THAT weird so uhh idk #but yeah cx-02 is tech #winter soldiering doesnt stop #i mean THIS could be fox/other corrie but it being tech is way too cliche oportunity to waste it on them (derogatory towards disney) #pls disney let corries hunt down traitors like they used to pls

[justlikethatonecommunityepisode]

as described by @mister-eames you have to draw arthur being a sweet tooth and eames indulging it!! (Either that or eames stumbling across an Arthur who is covered with chocolate wrappers) Pretty pleaseeeee

combining this w my couch potato self req…

#i know its may… but its winter for them… #I HAVENT DRAWN THEM IN SO LONG #AUAGGAHAHAH #inception #arthur inception #eames inception #arthur x eames #my art

[sennamybeloved]

★ dear selfshippers with winged f/os: imagine grooming/preening your f/os wings for them. it isn't something they'd trust anyone to do other than you. they trust that you won't hurt them, and additionally, they secretly (or not-so-secretly) enjoy being doted over by you.

#this may be a little niche #but it lends itself to morgana well #winter this is also for you and kayle if you're seeing this #【 ⛓ 】 ✦ * · ˚ — i won't let you fall tonight │ r: morgana . #lotus rambles #* ★ / imagines . #self ship community #f/o community #self ships #self shipping #f/o imagines #self ship imagines #f/o x s/i #f/o x you #nonhuman f/o #monster f/o #winged f/o #angel f/o #lotus’s stuff

[astrum-aetherium]

being invited on a nightly drive in the pouring rain by henry winter, with the obvious implication of something more — ending up struggling to catch breath and retain your sanity as you ride him in the driver’s seat in some remote place far off the road, straddling his lap and having his large, veined hands encase you tenderly and guide you down his length with additional support. lots of panting, breathiness, sweating — in combination with the icy downpour outside, the car windows fog up, and the scene has been set. he’s impossibly deep, and you whine for him to take over, but he merely slows you down and requests you to continue taking it without complaint, though at a calmer pace. you do — it’s wicked.

#henry winter x reader #henry winter smut #henry winter thirst #god i really need this #late night indulgent thoughts #may ms tartt forgive me but it’s sort of her fault for writing such a hot character oops #henry winter imagine

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

💯💯💯

#eric at it again with the instagrams #haha #jk #the captions may be wrong #if they are sorry #eric winter #tim bradford #love him #the hype king #congrats king #please don't jinx us #the rookie #chenford keeps it going strong #tim x lucy

[rei-is-hiding]

happy valentine's day ❄️

you can have them as print too <3

#i wanted some soft cozy happy winter vibes ~ #with the poll winner maizula #thank you for everyone who voted it was so many ppl omg i didn't expected qwq #i hope yall like it!! #so fun <3 #azula #atla mai #maizula #mai x azula #avatar the last airbender #atla #atla fanart #avatar #atla modern au #valentine's day art #valentines 2023

[lyddieowl]

a scene from my friend @eviestevie-nametaken 's hellbore fic 'what's in a name?' (which you should totally read btw)

FIC LINK ->

#rwby #hellbore #may marigold #winter schnee #may x winter #rwby fanart #rwby fanfiction #fanart

[joannevixxon]

WIP - Winter and May 💥

#winter schnee #may marigold #rwby #rwby fanart #hellbore #winter x may #may x winter #rwby ships #fanart #my doodle stuff

[brittlebeast]

Mayflowers are typically white, May named herself after Winter's color. Thank you for coming to my shipping brainrot TED Talk.

#rwby #may marigold #winter schnee #hellbore #may x winter #winter x may

[bridgyrose]

Could get more maiden may

Winter watched from a balcony as May used ice and fire with her staff in order to take out a few of the Atlas drones she was pit up against. Machine limbs and weapons littered the arena that May had started to fight in and all Winter could do was watch as Ironwood gave May instruction after instruction.” 

“That’s enough, Specialist Marigold.” Ironwood’s voice echoed through the arena. “You can stand down now.” 

Winter sighed and watched as May started to walk off the arena. “SIr, dont you think you’re being a bit rough on her?” 

“She’s the winter maiden now,” Ironwood said calmly. “She doesnt have the luxury of easing up on her training. There are people out there that if they find out about her, they’ll do whatever they can to get their hands on those powers she now has.” 

“And if this is supposed to be a secret, why am I allowed to know?” 

“Because you’re going to be the one to protect her. And, hopefully be the one that ends up with the powers when she’s killed.” 

Winter felt her heart sink as she listened to Ironwood. The idea that she’d lose May wasnt a thought she’d want to dwell on, nor the fact that she’d be the one to keep her safe if she was attacked. Which meant that if anything did happen, it would then be her fault. Her voice shook as she spoke again. “And… if I decline, sir?” 

“You dont get to.” 

Winter let out a sigh, her eyes still glued on May until she left the arena. Once she could no longer see May below her, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she listened to Ironwood’s boots against the tile floor and the door closing behind him. After a few minutes of composing herself, she made her way down to the locker room, hoping May would still be there.

The heels of her boots clicked as she walked down the empty hallways, her breathing seemed to stutter as she pulled out her scroll to watch the map of the lower areas of the base. She was still unfamiliar with the catacomb-like halls that roamed below the main building where May was kept. At the end of the hallway, Winter was greeted to a small panel to scan her hand for entry. The only way in or out of this area and as far as she knew, only she and Ironwood had the access to make their way this far. She placed her hand on the scanner and waited for the light to go green, her eyes looking up at the camera that seemed to watch her every move. 

As the scanner chimed her entry, the door opened to let Winter into the hallway and to the locker room just outside the arena. She dodged a piece of ice that flew from the other side as May yelled and grunted. 

“Damn General and his fucking rules!” May slammed her hand against a locker and froze it solid just before she shattered it with her staff. With a panting breath, she dropped her staff and sat down in front of the shattered, frozen metal. “I cant take it here anymore!” 

“Then… maybe its time we get you out of here,” Winter said as she slowly made her way to May. 

May quickly stood up and smiled at Winter and rushed over to hug her. “Winter!” 

Winter slowly put her hand on May’s back. “I know, its been a while.” 

“Three months. I havent been allowed to see you for three months!” May slowly pulled back and paused as she looked Winter over. “You’re… not here to just see me, are you?” 

“If the general can have his way, you’ll be locked up here for your own safety so nothing happens to you or the powers that you hold.” 

“Right…” 

“But… I’m going to get you out of here.” Winter sighed and looked around the room. “This is no way for you to be held and… maybe you’re right, Atlas isnt exactly treating Mantle well, but I still have a duty here. You… dont.” 

May looked at Winter curiously. “So… what do you have in mind?” 

“You said you wanted to join the Happy Huntresses, right?” 

May paused, then grinned at the thought. “Tell me what to do and I’ll be ready.” 

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Sirens blared through the hallways as the emergency lights kicked on after a few explosions near the base of Atlas. May pulled a hood over her head as she ran with Fiona, still nervous about the plan. Though despite all the noise, she kept herself breathing steady as the two made their way through the base as quietly as they could. “Now where?” 

“According to the map Winter gave us, we’ll take a right here and then a left after the fifth hallway.” Fiona put her scroll away and watched as the doors near the command center shut loudly next to them. “Robyn will be waiting for us in the hangar.” 

“Do I even want to know how three of you managed to cause this much trouble?” 

“We’ll talk more once we get you out of here!” Fiona quickly pulled May to the wall to avoid a few soldiers that rushed down the halls. “And werent you the one who said that your semblance  cant mask our voices?” 

May rolled her eyes and waited for the patrols to leave before she started to make her way forward again. Everything had moved so fast from the first explosion, to the blackout, and then the whole base almost seemed to rock. As the hangar came into view, she paused as she saw the airship that Robyn was waiting for them in. “You have got to be kidding.” 

Fiona rushed over to the old cargo ship. “You can complain later, for now, this will work.” 

May followed after and ducked in just as a few soldiers had started to make their way to the hangar. She closed her eyes and focused on her semblance once more as the airship started to turn invisible once it started moving. 

Fiona relaxed and smiled at May. “You know, you didnt do half bad. When Winter came to us, we thought it was going to be a trick.” 

“Speaking of, she mentioned you had something the general wants,” Robyn turned around as put on the autopilot of the airship to make its way down to Mantle. She looked May over and frowned. “So, what exactly did we put a target on our backs for?” 

May opened her eyes, golden fire spouted from them as she held her semblance. “Its… something we’re better off talking about when we’re safe.” 

Robyn nodded and turned to face forward to watch for an empty lot to ditch the ship. “Then I guess we’ll have a while to talk about it before we start helping Mantle.” 

May dropped her semblance out of surprise. “W-wait, what?” 

“That girlfriend of yours made quite the case of helping you out. So, there’s one thing I want to make sure of before we land.” Robyn held out her hand to May. “Do you really want to help Mantle?” 

May slowly took Robyn’s hand and nodded. “It’s where I belong and the one thing I can do the most good. I want to help Mantle any way I can.” 

Robyn smiled as her semblance started to make her hand glow green. “Then welcome to the Happy Huntresses, May.” 

#rwby #drabbles #may marigold #winter schnee #robyn hill #fiona thyme #hellbore #winter x may #maiden may au #may-den may au #may-den may #maiden!may

[maivolpe]

hii! i j read “as long as ur with me” & i love ur writing :3 could i request a very cheesy fic in which reader’s alrdy confessed to bucky & bucky’s rejected them ? ( maybe bc he’s unsure abt his feelings ? ) tony holds a party later & bucky gets jealous ( ooo ~~ ) of the reader after he sees them talking & being close to sam, ( meanwhile the reader’s only talking to sam for help abt bucky ? ) basically mutual pining but reader & bucky just need a push in the right direction ?? thank u either way & i hope u have a nice day ♡Ꮺ៸៸

thank you so much for your kind words :) so sorry for the delay, writer's block hit me like a truck last month so i'm trying to slowly get back into it (this is really lengthy and i don’t like it very much eek) anyways thank you for requesting ♡

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: mentions of alcohol, cursing, knives wc: 1.5k

tony was having yet another party. you swore he never even slept, just drank the night away with whoever was willing to with him. tonight, however, you didn’t have time to lecture him about his coping mechanisms. you had more pressing problems.

exactly a week before, bucky had invited you to spar. you'd jumped at the chance to have such experienced competition, and, if you were being honest, your heart raced when he pinned you. or talked to you, or even just looked at you, anything really. but everyone thought that way. right? right.

he’d let you choose one of his blades to work with, stating that he wanted you to be more familiar with knives. they were much easier to come by than guns, he’d noted.

"move your hand here instead of there... there you go."

"watch your six, good."

and soon enough the critiques turned to compliments, and it was much more of a fair fight. for almost an hour you were evenly matched, each dodging nearly all of the others’ blows.

as time dragged on, bucky started to get distracted. his eyes had flickered away for only a split second, but it was all you needed. you pushed him up against the wall, holding your knife to his throat. your breaths came quick and hard, and you'd stared up at his smirk, just inches from your face.

"careful there," he'd breathed. "you want to stab your opponent, not kiss them."

and with a rush of confidence, you'd cocked your head.

"would it be so bad?"

recognition dawned in his eyes, and that was the last thing you saw before a flash of metal overtook your vision. his knuckles had struck your ribs hard, and you went flying. he’d stalked out of the room and left you sprawled on the floor, gasping for breath.

ever since then, you’d been stuck in a whirlpool of emotions, keeping yourself confined to your room whenever you could. your ribs were bruised along with your ego, and altogether you just felt terrible. what were you thinking? what posessed you to leave a thought you would've been embarassed to even think, just floating in the air like that? and now tony was hosting this party, and the last thing you wanted to do was go.

well, maybe you'd get something to drink.

the room was flooded with people, packed to the brim with journalists, celebrities, and some uninvited partiers that had found their way in. trying to avoid conversation, you found yourself, drink in hand, tucked away in the corner of the room with sam.

“i feel so stupid, sam.”

“dude, i’m sure it’s not that serious. he probably just freaked out a little. and besides, i mean, look at you!” he motioned towards your dress, giving his hands a shake to emphasize how it flattered your figure.

“listen, though,” he continued. “just give him some time. he’s one to avoid any and all confrontation, but he’ll come around. with some nagging, maybe.”

you laughed. “thank you. i’m sorry for bothering you about this, i know it’s not super important.”

“it’s super important to you,” he pointed out, stuffing an hor d'oeuvre in his mouth. “‘s ‘mportant t’me by default.”

“ew, sam.”

bucky, in the meantime, was livid.

he’d come down just to grab a drink, or five, because the serum made it particularly tough for him to be inebriated. in the two minutes he was downstairs, of course he’d caught a glimpse of you, the very person he was trying to avoid. and you looked beautiful.

the party spilled out of open doors, people clambering in for a glance at tony. many shoved past him at an attempt to get closer to the middle of the room. it was a security nightmare, and also, he couldn’t hear anything.

he saw sam leaning in, whispering something to you, gesturing to your body? and you were laughing? as if his week hadn’t been bad enough, you’d moved right on from him. he wasn’t mad at you, he could never be. but sam?

“i need some air,” he grumbled to no one in particular. he pushed past waves of partygoers, keeping his head down, and slipped away through the first door he found.

across the room, you felt your heart sink to your stomach. you’d only seen bucky for a moment, and despite your determination to be happy, the look of revulsion on his face made you want to crumble.

“sam, i- i need some air.”

he nodded, brushing crumbs off of his chin and waving as you ducked through the crowd, dodging drinks and people alike. your ears rang, and even the silence of the elevator was deafening when the doors slid shut.

you tumbled out of the elevator as soon as the doors slid open, steadying yourself on a nearby doorknob. the wind whipped around your body, sending goosebumps down your arms and stinging your eyes. it was far too cold to be out on the roof, but where else was there to be?

you crept closer to the edge, perching on the roof so that you could see the city moving below you. cars and trucks whizzed by, oblivious to your existence. you found the bright colors of the stoplights blurring in your vision.

you were quickly learning that your emotions would always get the better of you. no matter how determined you were, they always took control.

the maintenance door behind you creaked open, and you whirled around to see who had found you. the glint of metal under the spotlights told you all you needed to know, and you quickly turned away.

“are you… crying?”

“no,” you sniffed, swiping fruitlessly at your tears.

"okay."

bucky lowered himself down next to you, stretching his legs to let them dangle off of the roof. he left a good space between the two of you, and you couldn't even bring yourself to hope he'd close the gap.

there was silence for a few moments, where neither of you dared to even breathe, much less look at each other.

"i was wrong," he whispered.

"what?"

“i said, i was wrong."

it was louder this time, but left you just as confused. was it guilt or pity that compelled him to make such a statement? either way, you shook your head. he couldn't be left thinking that way for simply feeling what he felt.

"no, you're not wrong. i was way too forward, and i made you uncomfortable. maybe you didn't have to lay me out like that, but that was a justified response. it's perfectly fine that you don't want me."

"but i do want you."

a puff of air escaped his lips with the words, visible in the frigid night. it dissipated as you turned the words over in your mind. you toyed with your fingers, afraid you'd misheard him. afraid you'd dreamed up the whole thing.

"i do want you. i've wanted you since i met you, the way you throw your head back when you laugh, the way you smile at me when you think i'm not looking, the way you hum along to every song, all of it. i just..."

he took a deep breath, and you could've sworn his hands had a little shake to them.

"it's... crazy. like shit, doll, i've hardly even talked to a girl in seventy years, and there you were lookin' beautiful, and talkin' about kissing me, and i just... didn't know what to do."

you nodded, gathering enough courage to peek up at him. he was watching you wistfully, emotion you'd never seen in him before displayed plainly on his face.

he looked away, though, shaking his head. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said anything. especially since you have that thing going on with sam now."

you wrinkled your nose. “what thing?”

“i, uh,” he started, clearing his throat, “i saw you guys talking. you looked happy.”

you giggled, smiling for what felt like the first time in forever. "about you, buck. i was worried about you. did you think i was making a move on sam?"

"maybe," he said sheepishly.

“he was helping me, or trying to, because i really messed up. i really do like you, james.”

his face softened at that, eyes widening at your confession. "in that case, i want- if you want to, i mean, i don't want to force anything-"

you reached over and took his hand, relishing the feeling of it slotting perfectly into your grip. "i want to."

"well, c'mere then."

he tucked an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, smiling down at you.

“can i kiss you now?” you breathed.

he answered by pressing his lips to yours, and it felt as though you melted into him for a moment. the colors dancing across your eyes were no longer from the traffic lights, but the dizzying happiness fizzing in your body, like the bubbles in a champagne glass.

he pulled away for a moment, and your heart pounded, afraid you’d messed something else up. but he only smiled at you.

“that felt really good.”

and before you could say “yes, it did,” his hands were cupping your face and he was pressing another gentle kiss to your longing lips.

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