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i hope this is the year four wins that grammy

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Breaking my absence to say hey and you need to stream 5sos5 thank you and good night

#Ashton solos???? #screaming #trying not to wake up my roommates but goodness gracious I need to squeal

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THE WAY I SCREAMED WHEN I REALIZED ASHTON WAS SINGING

#I can’t handle this besties #screaming crying throwing up #5sos

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Stooooooop this is so freaking cute 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Singing sappy love songs to each other being all lovey with each other

this is fucking adorable, i'm obsessed! i changed it up a bit and as always this got a little out of hand, as always (apparently I don't understand the concept of writing something under a thousand words).

apparently i only know how to write for this too, but they truly are one of my favorite couples i've ever written! so this is another blurb to the Hey Angel universe, but can be read separately. hope you like it, happy reading!

*Word Count: 1.2K+;

*Warnings: drinking and an overbearing amount of fluff.

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Maybe Y/N shouldn’t have had that fourth glass of wine. Maybe she should’ve stayed at home.

Today was Jasmine’s birthday and she decided to celebrate it in a Karaoke bar, so she rented one of those private rooms and invited 10 of her closest friends. Y/N being Peter’s best friend and Raul being Peter’s brother, they ended up growing really close and therefore they were invited. The problem was that the idea of grabbing a microphone in front of seven practical strangers made Y/N’s heart practically beat out of her chest and her palms all sweaty.

Her boyfriend on the other hand was having the time of his life. Raul being the social butterfly he was, he loved the attention and he didn’t really care what other people would think, and sometimes she wishes she was more like him. So Y/N spent most of the celebration on the couch, nursing her glass of wine and watching everyone give the performances of their lifetimes among laughs and teasing comments. And she was happy to be there, despite not going for the whole experience, she was actually having a really nice time.

But as time flew by, and a couple of guests started leaving, only another couple she spent most of her night talking to left, and she felt slightly tipsy, the liquid courage kicking in, she started wanting to join her friends singing but still felt a bit insecure about it. So Y/N decided against it, sitting back fully on the couch as Jasmine looked for another song for her to sing.

“You know, no one’s going to judge you if you suck” Cameron, one of Jasmine’s friends, offered her with the gentle smile he’d been supporting all night.

“What?”

Cameron chuckled as he shook his head “If you want to sing, everyone sucks here to be fair, Raul is the least awful”

“Oh, I’m not the best with being an extrovert and singing in front of people does freak me out a bit” she said with a shrug, reaching for her glass to refill it.

“Well, it’s not really a crowd and I’m pretty sure Brandon won’t remember most of tonight, just go for it, if you want to leave in the middle of the song, just say you need to pee, I’ll help with the lie and no one will know” Cameron added with a small wink, making her giggle.

“Who’s singing with me?” Jasmine called from the small screen as she looked through the selection of songs.

And shocking everyone, herself included, Y/N promptly raised her hand “I will”

Raul cheered from across the room where he had been talking with Peter and stealing another slice of cake.

“There you go!” Cameron said with a smile.

“Oh God, why did I do that?” Y/N said burying her face in her hands.

Cameron patted her back encouragingly before adding “Come on, if it sucks you know what to do”

“Fine” she sighed as she joined the birthday girl to pick a song a little wobbly on her feet.

Jasmine quickly wrapped an arm around her before muttering “I’m so glad you’re doing this, hope you’re having fun”

“Oh, I am, I’m not even paying for all these private shows” she said making Jasmine throw her head back laughing “so which one did you pick?”

“Oh I haven’t picked one yet, any suggestions?”

Y/N shrugged as she scrolled through the selection, her eyes immediately settling on a specific name “this one!”

“Ooh I love this one” Jasmine said before pressing start and handing her an extra microphone.

The first notes of the song blasted through the speakers, bringing everyone’s attention to them, but Y/N decided to ignore the chill that installed itself on her stomach and have fun. So when she locked her eyes into Raul’s golden ones, looking proudly back at her, she forgot everyone else around them as the first lyrics kicked in.

You’re just too good to be true

Can’t take my eyes off of you

You’d be like heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

At long last, love had arrived

And I thank God I’m alive

You’re just too good to be true

Can’t take my eyes off of you

As she sang along the lyrics with Jasmine, Raul mouthed back the words, a beautiful smile gracing his features as placed the hand that wasn’t holding his drink on top of his heart.

Pardon the way that I stare

There's nothin' else to compare

The sight of you leaves me weak

There are no words left to speak

But if you feel like I feel

Please let me know that it's real

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you

Y/N caught in the corner of her eye, Brandon pulling Cameron into a hug as he winked at her, throwing her a quick thumbs up, before wrapping his arms around his boyfriend to prevent him from falling. She turned her attention back to Raul, who had placed his drink back on the table and was extending a hand in her direction, which she was quick to grab with slightly shaky ones.

I love you, baby

And if it's quite alright

I need you, baby

To warm the lonely night

I love you, baby

Trust in me when I say

Raul wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning his head to rest his forehead against hers as he started to sway them to the rhythm of the music, singing out loud, his voice resonating through the mic. They both had the most radiant expressions, only love and adoration on their gaze as they serenaded each other with the lyrics.

“Oh, pretty baby. Don't bring me down, I pray” Raul mumbled as he pressed a quick peck to her lips before continuing “Oh, pretty baby, Now that I've found you, stay”

Y/N only giggled in response, wrapping one of her arms around his neck and placing the mic randomly on the table to properly hugged him as he whispered the last words in her ear, before pressing a kiss to her hair.

And let me love you, baby

Let me love you

As the night ended, they took an Uber home as Raul hummed to the song she sang to him in the Karaoke as he kept her by his side with an arm around her shoulder, and she simply couldn’t stop herself from grinning, her cheeks hurting from how much she had smiled and laughed that evening.

Already on the apartment, as he watched her get ready for bed and then doing it himself, he kept humming the same song, over and over again. And as they laid down to rest, with her on top of him, their legs tangled under the sheets as he ran a hand up and down her back, he pressed a kiss to her head before whisper singing.

“Oh, pretty baby, Don't bring me down, I pray. Oh, pretty baby, Now that I've found you, stay. And let me love you, baby, Let me love you”

And she truly couldn’t be happier with her choice.

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*xoxo

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#I want what they have #*incoherent screaming* #love this!! #RM rec #:)

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SCREAMING this is so adorable omg bestie how do you do it??

Just had a Raul thot 🥺🥺🥺

Wearing ripped jeans in a cold day and when you both sit down at the outdoor cafe with friends he keeps putting his hands at the tips part coz he knows you’re feeling cold and he wants to warm you up 🥺🥺🥺 and he’s all babe I’m feeling warm can you keep my jacket on your lap as a way to keep you warm

this is so 🥺🥺🥺 and it turned into another blurb for the Hey Angel universe, that can be read separately from everything else. Hope you enjoy it!

*Word Count: 1K+ (because apparently I've got no self control)

*Warnings: over bearing tooth rotting fluff.

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It’s been such a long time since both Raul and Y/N were able to meet up with their friends from university, so when the opportunity to go out for some coffee to catch up came up, they were quick to agree, specially since everyone’s schedule seemed to match for that specific date.

So Y/N didn’t think through when she picked her outfit for the day, didn’t bother to check the weather before leaving her warm apartment and the arms of the little furnace that she called a boyfriend. She picked a heavy coat due to the season but a pair of ripped jeans. And sitting down on the new cafe Chloe was excited to go to on the outdoor little balcony area she regretted it.

She was happy to see her friends, but her choice of ripped jeans to sit outdoors was simply terrible, and she really loved her friends and missed them so much, but she couldn’t stop herself from wishing it was time to go so she could be warm again. But Y/N just couldn’t bring herself to ask Raul to leave, so she ordered a really warm drink and tried her best to focus on the conversation so she could ignore the goosebumps on her skin, hoping no one would notice the slight shiver that ran up her body every time a stronger wind current hit them.

But as always, Raul noticed. He always did.

He was extremely observant and was always paying attention on her. It didn’t matter if he was busy or if Y/N was on the opposite side of a room, he would unconsciously or not search for her to check if she was okay. So of course he noticed the way she kept bouncing her leg, or how she clutched her coat tighter to her body, or how she kept holding the cup of coffee when she could’ve placed it on the table, or the small shivers that would hit her from time to time. But since she didn’t make a move to leave or ask him to, Raul didn’t want to interrupt the limited time she had with her friends, specially since he knew how much Y/N missed Chloe.

So instead, Raul opted to gently pull her chair closer to his, basically glueing them both together, so he could throw his arms over her shoulders and pull her closer to his chest, which she was quick to oblige, despite the playful yet teasing comments their friends threw at them. He watched as her whole body relaxed next to his as he placed a kiss to her hair, placing his other hand on her thigh, squeezing it lightly and feeling the frigid skin through the small rips of her jeans.

“Bambi?” he called her softly and she just hummed in response, taking a sip of her coffee before looking up at him, but without moving an inch away from the warmth of his chest “do you want to go?”

At that her eyes widened “what? why?”

“You're freezing, sweetheart, I just don’t want you to get sick, we can call them over if you’re not ready to say goodbye” he offered as he leaned down to place a kiss to her cheek.

Y/N was quick to shake her head “No, it’s okay, Chloe needs to work later tonight, can we stay a bit longer?”

He let out a small amused chuckle “of course we can, but at least take my jacket”

“Of course not, are you mental? You’ll freeze”

“It’s okay, I have a heavy sweater on and a long sleeve underneath, I’m fine, promise” he assured as he moved slightly to take off the leather jacket off.

Y/N smiled up at him as he laid the heavy material over her thighs and immediately felt better at the jacket blocking out the wind, leaning up to place a quick peck on his lips as he wrapped his arm around her waist, placing another kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Thank you” she mumbled softly before laying her head on his shoulder.

“Of course, Bambi” he said before placing another kiss on her hair and jumping back into the conversation to defend his basketball team, without letting her go.

“You know, you’re very lucky” Chloe said with a Cheshire cat smile.

Y/N just chuckled and nodded “I know”

“I’m happy for you, both of you, and I can’t believe this whole thing started over an anatomy assignment”

“I hated him back then” Y/N smiled at the memory and her friend only shook her head with a laugh.

“I've always told you he was a good guy underneath his reputation, and I also told you he was into you and you thought it was bullshit”

“Of course I did, I wasn’t exactly his type”

“You clearly are now, he barely looks at anyone else, it’s painfully obvious you’re the love of his life, it’s almost ridiculous how much you’ve got him wrapped around your finger” Chloe added with a little wink.

Y/N let out a soft giggle at her friends’ antics “Yeah, I really really love him”

“Oh my God!” Chloe whisper-shouted with wide eyes.

“What?”

Chloe grabbed Y/N’s hand to pull her closer so she could whisper her next question “Do you think he’s ‘it’ for you?”

That took Y/N by surprised.

Sure, they’ve been living together for a while now and he makes her feel like she’s the most amazing perfect human being and the only girl in the whole universe. She loves him with her whole heart and haven’t imagined her life without him, and she can’t lie and tell she hadn’t thought about their future and wondered how it would be to make it official, but they never had “the talk” about it. So she never thought deeply into it, but turning to grab her coffee to have some extra minutes to think about her reply, she caught Raul in the corner of her eye talking very passionately about how to make the perfect Risotto, his cheeks and lips tinted pink due to the weather, a smile bright on his lips. And when he caught her staring, he only gave her his signature smirk and a discreet wink before resuming his explanation, that’s when she knew.

She sighed with a bright smile painting her features, turning to Chloe and mumbling out a small “Yeah, he’s ‘it' for me”

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*xoxo

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#every single time #your writing is a masterpiece #so much talent #💕💕💕 #RM rec #:)

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Aww this is adorable!!! 🥺🥺

Our Little Winter Wonderland | Raul Mendes

When your 6'2 of a boyfriend, a former "Grinch", decides to turn your house into Winter Wonderland overnight.

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Hey guys, can't believe the year is almost over. I hope it's not too late to end 2021 with a small Christmas themed oneshot for my favorite little universe (Hey Angel). So this is just a cute little thing I put together inspired by the holidays that are part of a storyline, but can be read as a stand alone as well. As always happy reading and happy holidays everyone! 💘

*Word Count: 3K+

*Warnings: minor cursing and overbearing fluff.

*Posted: December 31st, 2021.

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Y/N didn’t really know if she should be mad or laugh at Raul.

If she was honest, it’s not like she hadn’t seen it coming, specially after almost four years since they started dating and now that they’re living together. He asked her to move in with him on his birthday and by thanksgiving everything was solved and settled, and since it was their first holiday living in his place, Raul offered to host the Christmas Eve dinner on their place. But the problem was (according to Raul himself) that he didn’t own any sort of thematic decoration or items, since he shared his place with his brother and spent most holidays in their hometown or traveling with Shawn. And ever since they both came to visit Y/N’s parents and he saw the effort at herr sisters place, he turned into a Christmas maniac.

It all started while they’re packing all of her stuff from her place and Raul stumbled across a tiny box with her minor Christmas decor and he realized he didn’t even own a stocking or whatever, not a single ornament. Y/N brushed it off saying they didn’t have to make a big deal out of it since they’re most likely leaving for the holidays, but what she didn’t expect was for her boyfriend to lose his mind over it. He started a whole inquiry about their traditions and famous dishes, how much was too much on decor and at the time, Y/N didn’t even bat an eye at his sudden strange curiosity, thinking he’d drop the subject soon enough.

But when she arrived at home from work and was met with a massive tree standing by their floor to ceiling windows in the corner of the living room she was a bit shocked, to say the least. Too stunned to speak or react, she didn’t even notice her 6’3 boyfriend leaning over the kitchen island on her Pinterest account that was logged on her computer, searching for a list of things he should buy to decorate their place.

“Oh, hi, Bambi, how was work?” he mumbled closing her notebook and smiling up at her.

Still trying to assimilate everything, Y/N turned slowly to face her boyfriend “Good, I’m guessing your day off was pretty busy” she mumbled placing her bag on the counter, her shoes discarded by the door next to her coat already hanging beside it.

“Oh no, that only took me an hour, did you like it?” and despite his nonchalant behavior, there was some sort of nervousness laced in his voice.

She nodded as he walked around the marble counter to wrap her in a warm embrace “It’s beautiful, darling, I just wasn’t expecting it”

“Really? We’ve got like a week til Christmas, Bambi”

Y/N chuckled softly laying her head on his chest “I know, silly, just didn’t know we were decorating for the holidays this year, since I just moved in and all”

“Well, of course we are, I don’t want to be or become a Grinch or something” he joked, but the proud smile blossoming on his lips “so you liked it?”

“Of course I did, it was a nice surprise”

Raul smiled before leaning down to peck her lips “There’s another one in the oven”

“Really? You made us dinner?” her eyes lit up as he hummed his affirming response.

“Yep, I had to go grocery shopping so I grabbed some extra items to make you homemade lasagna and there’s wine in the fridge” his honeyed voice and sweet acts were slowly melting her bones, thank God for his strong hold on her waist.

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around his neck as she stood on her tippy toes as he gently cradled her face in his hands “Darling, we’re already living together and we’ve been together for years now, you don’t have to try and seduce me”

“Oh but I do! Is it working?” he asked sweetly rubbing their noses together in a puppies kiss.

Y/N only giggled as she pressed a kiss to his pink lips “You know it is”

“Good, now let’s eat cause I’m starving” he said before leaning down and picking her up, making her let out a small shriek in surprise.

“Put me down, you idiot, now!”

Raul tsked putting her down by the table “now that’s not how you’re supposed to talk to your very loving boyfriend, Bambi”

“Well if my very loving boyfriend wasn’t such a jerk I wouldn’t talk to him like that” she said with a playful roll of her eyes.

“You're the one who chose to love me, so deal with it” he punctuated his last sentence with a bop to her nose, making her laugh.

“Fine, Fine, now let’s have dinner cause I’m starving and I need to sleep” Y/N said helping him set the table.

Raul chuckled but was quick to move around the kitchen, promptly serving her food and joining her on the table. During the meal, only a light banter kept them company as he kept up with his questions about everything involving Christmas decorations, claiming he didn’t really care about the date when he was younger and didn’t make any efforts to change that when he left for college. Little did Y/N know how much he had planned. After they’re done, they both cleaned up after themselves and he was quick to follow her to their bathroom for their night routine. Ever since they made the habit of spending most of their time in one of their apartments, the other stocked up the bathroom with everything they could possibly need, so very quickly he discovered he enjoyed watching her removing or applying her make up and that didn’t change when she moved in.

So when Y/N propped herself on the sink, Raul took the spot right behind her, gently placing a kiss to her shoulder before moving to wash his face and brush his teeth. When he was done, he moved closer to her to wrap an arm around her waist, to which she just shook her head with a small giggle in response. Raul’s love language is through physical touch and acts of service, so when they first started dating, she wasn’t used to his touchy self, but she discovered she loved it just as much. He just doesn’t need to know how much and needs to deal with her teasing about how he ‘can’t seem to keep his hands to himself’ to which he normally replies with a simple ‘of course not, you’re looking like a fucking goodness all of the time, how am I supposed to behave?!’

“Time for bed” he announced as soon as he knew she was done, picking her up easily as she giggled wrapping her arms around his neck, used to her 6’2 of a boyfriend carrying her around.

“Sure, boss, do I have much of a choice?” she asked as she felt her body bouncing on the mattress.

Raul dived under the covers right beside her, pulling her flush to his chest “nope, now you’re all mine, rest up, Bambi, we’ve got a full day tomorrow”

“What? It’s Saturday, can’t we just stay in bed all day?” she asked with a small pout, tracing his solid abs with the tip of her nail under his shirt, trying to somehow convince him to let her sleep in.

“Na ah” he was quick to grab her wrist, placing a delicate kiss in the back of her hand “no way, we’ve got to shop for Christmas presents before it starts getting chaotic”

Y/N whined tucking her head against his neck as he chuckled, pulling her even closer to him and placing her leg between his two “fine, we’ll go in the morning”

“I’ll make you pancakes” he tried to bargain for a smile and as always, he was able to pull one from her as she pressed a barely there peck to his neck “goodnight, Bambi”

“Night, darling” she murmured in a sweet sigh.

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Raul was a sneaky little thing.

There was no way Y/N could be mad at him for waking her up early on her free weekend with kisses and breakfast in bed, despite the grumpiness that was fighting to settle for the day and sour her mood, his affection and sweet words coaxed giggles out of her. After stuffing her full with pancakes made from scratch and coffee, he dragged her out of bed and into the freezing weather outside, wrapping her up in her fluffiest coats and a knit scarf so she wouldn’t get cold during the day.

“Bambi, don’t want you sick during the holidays” was his excuse as he placed a kiss to the tip of her nose shutting down every complaint she had come up with.

“Do you think we’ll be back for lunch?” she asked as she grabbed her bag to leave.

But his response was a soft shrug before walking towards the door to wait for her with his outstretched hand “depends, we can if you want”

“Please, I need a long nap before Peter comes for dinner tonight” she pulled her best pout as she interlocked their fingers gently.

“Oh fuck, forgot about that” he mumbled as he pressed the elevator button “but sure, whatever you want, I’m all yours, Bambi”

Y/N smiled fondly at him, before wrapping an arm the best she could around his neck and pulling him down for a sweet and quick peck “good” was all she mumbled as she pulled him by the scarf to enter the elevator.

And Raul kept his promise the best he could, quickly moving through their gifts list since they already purchased a couple the week before, so when it was barely 11 a.m. and they pretty much had bought everything they needed, he pulled his puppy eyes and begged her for them to take a look at decorations since their tree was too simple and would be weird to not have at least a couple of ornaments.

“But darling, you didn’t even decorate for the holidays before, what changed so suddenly?” she finally broke and asked what’s been bothering her for days now.

Raul turned to her holding three different types of lights to put on their tree with a sheepish smile “you did”

“Me? What did I do?”

“You love Christmas decor and holiday traditions” he stated as if it was the most obvious reason on the planet “now help me out, do you think this is long enough to cover the whole tree?”

“No, you bought the biggest one I’ve ever seen for an apartment” her reply came automatically “but wait a second, you don’t have to this for me, we can buy a couple things each year and collect them along the way, there’s no rush, please don’t go through all this headache because of string lights”

“It’s not a headache, I just want to make you smile and feel at home”

Y/N shook her head at her boyfriend as she reached to cup his cheek “you do, I promise you, I’m the happiest human on the planet when I’m with you and I do feel at home, where is all this coming from?”

“I saw you with your mom on the phone the other day, her house looks amazing and it’s almost as if she has a whole winter wonderland over there, and you mentioned it before, how you were always a fan and all the crazy stories you had while assembling everything together, I just wanted you to have that with me too”

“You’re ridiculous” she mumbled with a soft smile on her lips as her heart melted completely on her chest “but I love you so much”

“I love you too, Bambi” he said pressing a kiss to her forehead and carefully placing the lights on their cart that already had a couple of random items for his decor.

“And I’m grateful you’re going through all this trouble just to give me this experience with you, but we can go slow, yeah? Slowly adding to the collection” she added in a more serious note, to which he just nodded in response.

“Of course, I just have a small list of basic things I googled that are stuff we need to have and then I’m done”

“Promise?” Y/N asked with an arched brow raising her pinky.

He gave her a wolffish grin as he interlocked their fingers “of course, Bambi”

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He did not keep his promise. Raul kept placing more and more items to decorate their apartment while trying to distract his girlfriend so she wouldn’t get mad at him for buying so much more than originally planned.

Or at least that’s what he thought he was doing.

Y/N was painfully aware of every attempt he made to sneakily at another set of decorative figures and flowers (or pretty much anything he laid his eyes on that were christmas related). But she couldn’t bring herself to stop him, not when he was looking so happy and accomplished with every little detail. So she pretended to fall for his every excuse and ignored all the things that kept piling in front of her, and when he went to pay and asked her to grab them hot chocolate, she didn’t even try to argue, letting Raul in line as he almost cheerfully hopped to pay and pack everything.

After they were already at home, they ordered some food to eat while she made him watch Grinch, which is a classic for the season, only for them to move to the bed once they’re done with the containers for their well deserved nap.

But when Y/N woke up almost three hours later in an empty bed, she only let out a little giggle, before stretching her arm to grab her phone and text Peter quickly to make sure he was still coming tonight before climbing out of bed. And despite seeing everything Raul picked on the store, nothing could have prepared her for what she witnessed as soon as she walked into their living room. He didn’t notice her at first, too engrossed on the hanging the lights on the tree to notice Y/N leaning against the doorframe that divided the bedroom and home office from the rest of the apartment with a smile on her lips.

He didn’t put much together, mostly the lights and took everything out of their little boxes so he could call her out only on the fun part, but the simple fact that he truly went all the way just for her was enough to bring happy tears to her eyes and her heart thump a bit faster. Once he was satisfied with the placement of the lights while humming to some random Christmas jingle, he turned around to go off the little stool he bought to help and immediately noticed her staring from her little hiding spot.

“Hi Bambi, I was about to call you and ask if you wanted to help” he said with a small blush coating his cheeks as he stepped closer to her to wrap her in his arms.

“Well, of course I do, it’s the best part”

“Does it look bad? I’ve been trying to figure out how to place the lights correctly for the past twenty minutes but I think I got it” Raul shrugged his shoulders as if it wasn’t a big deal, but the fear of screwing things up was evident in his eyes as he examined every spot over and over again.

She shook her head with a laugh “It's beautiful, darling, promise you it’s not rocket science, you did an amazing job”

“Thank you” the proud smile on his face was worth waking up early to go shop for Christmas decor.

“How long have you been up?” she said as she looked around to see how much more work he had done around the place.

“A little more than an hour and a half”

Y/N stared at him, recognizing the small smirk forming on his face “What else did you do to take so much time? Other than the amazing work with the lights, of course”

“You wound me thinking I’d do anything without you, Bambi, what kind of a boyfriend would I be if- ” before he could finish his speech she cut him off.

“What else did you do?” his reply was looking up at the door frame right above both of them, from where a small mistletoe was hanging timidly in the corner “of course you did that”

“It's a tradition, you don’t want to break it and bring bad luck for our first Christmas living together, do you, Bambi?”

“You’re a little shit” she mumbled as he chuckled and leaned down to press a long yet loving kiss to her lips.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Bambi, you still love me though”

She sighed in response, incapable of keeping the giggle from bubbling up her chest as she laid her head on his chest, his hold on her waist tightening even more as he peppered kisses all over her head. That was when she noticed small green leaves with a red ribbon tied to every single doorframe around the living room, a couple of windows and random other places, like on kitchen cabinets, above the stove and by the coatrack.

“Honey?” she called softly, but he only hummed in response, so she pushed him back a bit so she could take a better look around “How many mistletoes did you buy again?”

“Don't know, guess we’ll have to find out together” he replied with a wink, bobbing her nose and turning around to face the rest of the decorations they had left “Now come help me, wanna be done with the tree before Peter arrives with his girlfriend for dinner”

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*Please reblog or like this post if you liked it so I’ll know.

*I’m sorry if there are any spelling mistakes.

*Please do not repost this without giving me the credit, this is a completely original piece and I do not give permission to copy this!

*Hope you guys enjoyed it!

*xoxo

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#once again I’ll never stop screaming about Bambi #but you already knew that #love this!! #RM rec #:)

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Thanks for the tag, Dani!! 🥰

Tagging: @lovelybarnes @theshyspy @friendlyneighborhood-johanna

I was tagged by @tylerbertuzzi to share my Lock Screen, last song listened to, and last photo saved.

No pressure tags: @kurt-nightcrawler @amurderofcrowsinatrenchcoat @marshmallowtraver @boeswhore @hugheshugs @tommysparker and whoever wants to!

#my lockscreen is my boyfriend and I so you guys get me homescreen instead ;) #not me being way late to doing this… #anyways #love you Dani!! #tag games. #tagged. #:) #my lovely mutual #marshmallowtraver📚

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🥺🥺stop this is too cute

voicemails- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: mentions of bucky’s trauma and insecurities, but honestly just fluff about: inspired by that thing where a dad had a voicemail of his daughter saying she loves him and he accidentally deleted it

“hey, buck,” the background noise is familiar, distinct voices he can barely recognize as wanda and natasha causing a disaster in your kitchen faint behind your voice. “‘just wanted to remind you i love you.” a clatter and loud laughter sounds from the speaker, the sound of your name being called shortly after. bucky can catch get back to ladies night and leave your boyfriend alone from natasha before you laugh lightly, “jus’ wanted to say that, but you didn’t answer so i’ll tell you again later, but i love you. i’ll see you soon, honey.”

the click of the voicemail ending breaks bucky out of the image of you huddled behind your kitchen wall, phone pressed to your ear as you sneak away from your ladies’ night with natasha and wanda just to tell bucky you love him.

bucky allows himself to play it again, focusing on the sweet hush of your voice as you try to shield your words from the prying ears of the avengers in the room next to you, trying to keep your words to bucky private. just for him.

bucky’s halfway through the voicemail when your voice is cut off by the shrill ringing of his phone, catching him off guard and making him nearly drop the device. his fingers only begrudgingly press the answer button when he sees it’s sam calling, frustrated tone asking sam what before the man can get a word in.

“jeez, just wanted to let you know we were coming home in a little. no need to growl.”

“you couldn’t text me that?” bucky asks.

“seeing your history with texting? no.”

rolling his eyes, bucky hangs up the phone, going to continue playing the message when he suddenly realizes the saved voicemails folder is empty. the only thing on there was your message, and as he clicks at the three little dots on the upper corner of the screen, he has never felt more technologically helpless than in that moment.

grunting, he throws his phone on the bed, running a hand over his face.

he’s aware he could easily call you instead of listening to a year-or-so-old voicemail you sent him in the earlier throes of your relationship, but the entire situation of the voicemail had just taken him off guard, and it had become something he’d comfort himself with when he didn’t feel brave enough to bother you. or when the demons that intruded in his mind began to win the fight he thought he had the upper hand in, convincing him that the enamored verses that you rain over him are false. broken promises.

but the sound of your voice in the recording, the situation you stepped out of just because of the pure love you had for him made him believe they were wrong. because you can’t fake the sincerity of the love laced in your voice. it was just so...you. so much of everything you’d said he deserved.

he figured out how to save voicemails just for it.

and now it was gone.

the reminder sent the frustrated feeling of tears rushing to his eyes, and he reached for his phone again in an effort to see if he could do anything about it. when he realized it was probably completely gone, he wiped at wet eyes, feeling embarrassed and a little panicked.

eventually, he locked his phone in a cabinet and tried to distract himself, anxiously awaiting your return.

-

you and sam returned nearly an hour later, and while sam went to go take a shower—thanks to him making a short and easy mission dirty— you went to look for your boyfriend, excited to see him again even though you only left a couple of hours ago.

you found him on his bed, friday’s voice eerily gentle over the speakers in his room, explaining something as he angrily taps at his phone, looking on the verge of cracking it in half.

“...bucky?”

he looks up at the sound of your voice, stressed features finally relaxing as he stands to head towards you. “you’re home,” he says quietly, bringing you into his arms and only tightening his grip on you when you hug him back.

“i am... are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” bucky replies, pressing his lips to the crown of your head, “missed you is all.”

you frown a little, cocking your head at him after you pull away. “bucky, you looked like you wanted to drill a hole into your phone’s screen, is it not working or something?”

bucky bites his lip, contemplating telling you something that had been something just his for so long. “just... i messed up and i don’t know how to fix it.”

“what?”

bucky stays silent, reluctant to tell you in an effort to preserve a shred of dignity.

“bucky, you know i can only help you fix things if you tell me what they are, right?”

at your gentle words, bucky gives in, “do you remember the time you were hanging out with nat and wanda nearly a year into our relationship? it was the first time in a long time we didn’t have an evening together, and you left me a voicemail to tell me you love me.”

you nod slowly, his words bringing a flicker of recognition to your eyes, “yeah... you still remember that?”

bucky laughs, “doll, i play it each time you leave.”

your face warms at the information, realizing bucky had probably figured out how to download it just so he could listen to it repeatedly, “oh.”

“well, i would, but i accidentally deleted it when sam called me earlier,” bucky rolls his eyes at the reminder, “so i was just—just wondering if you could send me another voicemail like that, because it’s the only reason i don’t go completely insane when you leave.”

there’s an unintentional brief pause where you absorb his words, letting them explode in your stomach like fireworks, warming you up completely, “bucky—”

he shakes his head, cutting you off, “it was a bad idea to tell you,” he mumbles, waving ashamedly at your attempts to reassure him “i knew it, i’m sorry—”

he cuts himself off when he notices you pulling your phone from a pocket, ignoring his statement after you realize he’s not in the headspace to listen to you. he hears your familiar ringtone from his bed, your phone beeping with each second that it passes by unanswered.

“y/n?”

you ignore him, but keep your eyes on him as your phone tells you to leave a message.

“hey honey,” you begin, attention on the man in front of you, blue eyes swimming in a shade of gentle shock, “i hope you know this already, buck, but i thought i’d remind you anyway,” you pause as bucky stands from his bed, moving in front of you. you follow his eyes, searching his face with a soft smile that only amplifies the next words you speak.

“i love you,” you affirm, the word in all its definitions clear in the way you’re looking at him, the way you tell him, utterly sincere. a muted crease forms between your eyebrows with the intensity of it, “so much. a little embarrassingly much,” you smile, a light laugh slipping from your lips as you realize how true your words are—the way your love for the man in front of you is so large and genuine that it dribbles down your cheeks, creases the edges of your eyes, molds your lips into subconscious smiles at the sight of him, leaves voicemails for him to tell him you love him in an effort to give him as much of it as possible, even though it’s completely his already.

“‘just wanted to say that,” you shrug, eyes flickering down to the floor for only a second because the weight of his stare is heavy, the color addicting. the action is nonchalant but with the way you and bucky are looking at each other, it’s anything but. you offer him another smile when you notice the glimmer in the ocean of his irises, a tender finger catching a tear before it slides down his cheek. “i love you the most, my beautiful boy,” you finish, a thumb drawing dulcet infinity signs into his jaw as you hang up.

you sniffle, carelessly throwing your phone on his bed, “was that good—”

you don’t get to finish when he pulls you into his chest, making your hand drift from his cheek down to the nape of his neck, realization dripping down bucky’s face and landing on your shoulder. you knew it, but the realization that it’s more than a voicemail to listen to when he misses your voice solidifies as he whispers a thank you into your shirt.

it’s proof that he deserves it—the honeyed murmurs of your touch, the gentle pads of your fingers as they trace over raised tissue he can’t stand to look at, you and your overflowing love for him. it’s a reassurance that it’s there, that it’ll always be there even when you aren’t.

and as you hold him in the middle of his room, steady, soaking up his tears and kissing away any doubts that lurk in the crevices of his broken mind, finally giving it the space to heal, he realizes the voicemail may not be as needed as he thought it was.

#love it!!! #BB rec

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I LOVE MY MUTUALS!!

Hello my lovely friends! It's time for the the second annual "I love my mutuals" post! While I've admittedly been sorta absent for the past month or so, we have to finish out the year by me spilling out my love for you in a very public space, because why not? In no particular order, here we go :)

@miindfucked: Farzana!! Light of my life!! Getting to know you throughout this past year, my dear, has been amazing! I always love seeing you on my dash and you are one of the kindest and most supportive people on here! My 2021 sucked significantly less, and dare I say, was pretty darn good, because you were in it! 💕

@sunriseholland: Rina!! I'm so glad we became mutuals this year!! You are so kind and amazing and you always manage to make my day brighter! Love you, darling!! 💜

@lovelybarnes: Angie!! I've absolutely loved getting to know you and your writing over the past year! Your fics are A+ content and you are such a lovely soul! Thank you for making 2021 so much better through your kindness and creations! 💖

@theshyspy: Celine!! I can't even being to explain how much our friendship means to me! Getting to know you and read your writing has been so amazing! I don't know how you put up with me just not responding to messages for an eternity, but I love you all the more for it. My heart is bursting at the seams with my love for you, my dear! 💗

@shawnaus: Stacey! I know you haven't been on here in quite some time, but if you happen to stumble across this at some point, I hope you know just how amazing you are and how much your support means to me! You're amazing and you made this year a million times easier to get through! 💛

@bvttercupbby: Ari!! It's been a minute since we've talked, but my unwavering love for you is still very much here! You are such an amazing person and content creator and seeing you on my dash is always the utmost pleasure! You've 100% made this past year better just simply by existing! 💙

@princecharmingmendes: Carol!! Where do I even begin? Our friendship has really blossomed over the past year and I've loved getting to know you! You're one of the kindest people on here and your writing is absolutely superb! Nobody writes Raul content better and I will never stop screaming about Bambi because why would I? Your continued support means so much to me!! Love you, darling, and thank you for making my tumblr experience a million times better! 💕

@yourstrulyamour: S!! It's been a while since we've talked, but my love for you is as strong as ever! I always love seeing you on my dash and you are such a lovely person!! Love you, darling! 💜

@marshmallowtraver: Dani!! My oh my, do I love you! You are so funny and relatable and such a joy to see on my dash! Thank you for always tagging me in tag games (even if I only end up doing half of them 🥴) and being so supportive of my works! Not to mention, your writing is absolutely *chef's kiss* amazing!! Love you, dear! ❤️

@thosexxchromosomes: I know you haven't been on tumblr in a bit, but hopefully you stumble across this post at some point and know just how much I love you! I've loved getting to know you better over the past year! You're such a lovely person!! 💛

@particularnarry: Madeeha! I have no idea which account to tag you on so I'll just do this one. We haven't talked in a minute, but I still very much love you and your amazing self! Your support on my stuff means the world to me and I couldn't imagine being on tumblr without a presence so lovely such as yourself. Love you!! 💗

@fallinallincurls: Bre!! We may have sorta spilt off into different fandoms, but I still absolutely adore seeing you on my dash! You are one of the most lovely people I've had the pleasure of getting to know on tumblr and such a talented writer!! You were one of my first mutuals and seeing your icon always gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling because I just love you so much! Thank you for being amazing!! 💖

@matwith1t: Allison!! We also split off into different fandoms, but my undying love for you is still very much in existence and very strong! You are an amazing person and writer and I still don't know how I was ever considered worthy to bask in the light of you and your blog. Seeing you on my dash is always a pleasure and please know that I will love you forever and always (casual Taylor Swift reference--I'm so funny 😝) 💕

@thatkidwhodreams: Phyllis!! You haven't been on tumblr for quite some time, but if you happen to see this post at some point, I hope you know just how much I love you!! Talking to you is always so much fun and you are one of the kindest souls I know! Love you!! 💙

@friendlyneighborhood-johanna: Johanna!! My wife!! (John Mulaney's marriage may have failed but we'll stay strong!) I literally love you so much!!! You are, hands down, one of the funniest people I know, and also one of the most amazing! I love seeing you on my dash and I'm so glad we're friends/wives because I couldn't ask for anyone better! Love you, wifey!! ❤️❤️

@buck-nialled: Rach!! Bestie!! How do I even begin this? Our friendship has become so strong over the past year and I am so grateful to have you in my life! You're an incredibly talented writer and an even better friend! Thank you for letting me beta your fics and doing the same for me! I can't put into words just how much I love you, but I'll do my best: I love you more than Bucky loves nature documentaries! You've made my life so much more enjoyable simply by existing, and I couldn't ask for anyone better to be in it! 💕

#I love my mutuals #ignore me #just screaming into the void about how much I love the besties #my lovely mutuals #❤️💕💜💖 #second annual #:)

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mutuals i will not be downloading any alternative platforms to tumblr. u can ask for my home address tho idgaf

[5-seconds-of-bucky]

Focus

​​A/N: So...it's been quite some time. I started writing this back in June before my life got a little crazy and I finally got some time to finish it! To anyone who's still hanging around, thanks for reading and I'm sorry it took so long to get to you!

This will be a multi-part fic! It's looking like it's going to be 3 parts at the moment, but it could be more as I write the rest of it.

A very special thanks to @buck-nialled for beta reading this for me!! Rach's ideas were the real cherry on top to this and it wouldn't be half as good without her help! Love you, bestie!! ❤️💕

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem Avenger!Reader

Summary: Fake marriage isn't easy with anyone, but with your best friend? Try almost impossible. With the lines between platonic and romantic between you and Bucky getting blurrier by the day, that exact task makes your mission of uncovering whatever your supposed Hydra neighbors are doing slightly more difficult than it needs to be. How can you focus on your job when everything you've ever wanted is right in your hands, just not quite?

Word count: 4.4k+

Warnings: swearing, canon level violence, two idiots in love who can't get it together

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“I think that’s the last box,” Bucky sighed as he placed the cardboard box he was carrying on the living room floor. Boxes of all shapes and sizes littered the foreseeable area. The walls were bare except for a dent that likely came from the previous owners knocking a chair into one. Everything about the house signaled a fresh start.

“Alrighty then! Let us know if we can be of any more help!” your new neighbor, Bridgett, said cheerfully. With paper-white teeth, a cute dress, and subtle but perfectly done makeup, Bridgett looked like the epitome of someone who whole-heartedly embraced the ‘suburban housewife’ lifestyle. Oddly enough, she and her fiance, Adrian, didn’t have any children yet to fill out the picture.

You were surprised at first to find out that they were yet to be married--considering the types of people who tended to live in these neighborhoods--but they told you that the wedding had to be postponed for a number of reasons (to which were still unknown to you and Bucky). They had already bought the house before their original wedding date and decided that they might as well move in to it.

They happened to see you and Bucky moving boxes from a larger than normal van earlier in the day and offered to help, which you couldn’t refuse. They also just so happened to be your targets for the mission.

“Thank you so much for your help again! We would’ve been out there all night without you guys,” you chuckled. The feeling of Bucky’s arm sliding around your waist almost made you jerk away, not being used to the feeling. You instead leaned yourself into his side, remembering that you had a role to play.

“All in a day’s work.” Adrian gave you a sickeningly sweet smile, his hands on his hips. “Doesn’t hurt to be neighborly.”

“Absolutely! And let us know if you guys ever need anything too. We’d be more than happy to help.”

“Whelp, looks like we have to go,” Bridgett sighed. “Lunch with my parents and they don’t like to wait.”

“Don’t let us hold you up. Have a good time!” You and Bucky led them to the door, smiles on your faces that weren’t as genuine as they appeared to be.

“Thank you! Good luck settling in!”

Bucky closed the door once they were down the porch steps, dropping his arm from your waist quickly and making his way back to the living room. With a series of taps on his inner bicep, the camouflage technology Tony had created specifically for this mission flickered off, leaving the glinting vibranium exposed to the overhead lights. You missed the weight of it in the slightest sense, though it did feel easier to breathe without being pressed right up against your fake husband.

You and Bucky weren’t exactly the most touchy feely people. Neither of you enjoyed being on the receiving ends of hugs nor were you known for being the best cuddlers. Perhaps that’s what made you best friends, but it’s definitely what made this mission so hard.

You knew that your friendship was what made Steve decide to pair the two of you together for this specific mission. Normally, though, that exact thing was the reason you weren’t allowed to work together. The two of you had the tendency to joke around and get distracted far too often during missions and Steve eventually made the executive decision that you couldn’t be paired together anymore.

“Bucky, get your slow ass over here before I leave you behind,” you giggled into your com as you waited for your best friend to catch up. You had successfully retrieved whatever intel Fury had requested from some random Hydra base in Siberia and now had to wait for Bucky to meet you at the exit to make your escape. Steve and Sam were already out, waiting for the two of you back at the jet.

“Shut up, Y/N,” Bucky said, though you both knew he didn’t mean it. “Give me another minute. I’m almost there.”

You let out a small sigh of relief when you saw him round the corner, his eyes darting around in search of danger. A wolf whistle from you drew his attention your way, and you swear you saw some of the tension leave his body as he caught sight of you.

“There’s my favorite badass,” he said as he made his way over to you.

“Would you two stop flirting and get back already?” Sam’s voice came through the coms, causing you and Bucky to both roll your eyes.

“We’re not flirting, Sam. Just modeling what a good friendship looks like, you know, since you don’t have friends to know what that’s like,” you teased.

“Nice.” Bucky held out his hand for a high-five.

“Seriously, guys. Get back so we can get home,” Steve said seriously, though you swear you could hear a slight smile in his voice.

You and Bucky started a quick pace back to the jet, unintentionally letting your focus on your surroundings slip as you joked about whatever came to mind. You were making fun of Sam again when a Hydra agent popped out from behind a corner in front of you, throwing a knife towards your head. Had it not been for Bucky’s quick reflexes, you would’ve been good as dead. Thankfully, he managed to push you out of the way so the knife narrowly missed you and took a shot at the agent, knocking him down on the first try.

You could vaguely hear Sam and Steve’s voices shouting at you over the coms asking what happened over your heavy breathing as Bucky crouched down to make sure you were okay. You swear he’d never looked so panic stricken in his life, blue eyes wide in fear at what just happened.

“You good?”

You nodded your head, already getting up to continue on your way. Not another word was spoken as you picked up the pace back to the jet. You were met there with a distraught Sam trying to re-suit up and angry Steve yelling nonsense as he paced around with the shield in his hands.

There was a brief moment of silence when they caught sight of you before the yelling started again.

“What were you thinking, letting your guard down like that?” Steve asked angrily, latching the shield over his back. “Even worse, you didn’t tell us what happened. You seemed to have absolutely zero issues with communicating earlier. What happened?”

You quickly glanced over to Bucky, who was apparently engrossed with something on the ground. Neither of you said a word.

“Alright then, you two are done. No more working together on missions. I can’t have something like this happening again.”

You opened your mouth to protest but Steve was quick to hold his hand up to stop you. “I don’t want to hear it. I can’t trust you to stay focused around each other. This is it.”

That decision was said to be permanent, apparently. That was, until now.

It didn’t help that the definition of your relationship with Bucky had been starting to get hazy lately either. You knew your feelings were starting to become more romantic than platonic--at least more than they used to be--but as for how Bucky felt about you, you had absolutely no clue. Neither of you were the best at explaining your emotions about anything, much less your relationship.

So here you were: an undercover mission in which you had to pretend to be married to your real life best friend while trying to gain intel about whatever underground organization your next door neighbors were involved in.

“You’d think S.H.I.E.L.D would’ve mostly set up everything for us and left some stuff for us to bring in so it looked like we were just moving in,” Bucky grumbled as he stood amongst the mass of boxes in the living room. “But no, we have to unpack and set up everything for every room in this damn house.”

You walked over to join him, picking up a box labeled “plates” with a sigh. “Something to occupy our time with.”

“If they make us move this stuff out when the time comes, I’m quitting.” He grabbed a random box with no label and followed you to the kitchen, placing his box on the countertop gently.

“You’re going to quit the Avengers?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe.”

“Uh huh. Sure you will.”

“My job is fighting, not moving furniture.”

“Right now, your job is to unpack that box so we can finish moving in and start the mission.” You nudged his hip with your own, opening the cabinet in front of you and putting some of the plates from your box on the bottom shelf.

With a huff, Bucky opened his box, revealing various picture frames filled with random pictures of the two of you throughout your friendship. On the top was a selfie from after one of your last missions together. You were smiling wide, Bucky’s chin resting on your shoulder. His lips were turned upwards into a slight smile, though one might miss it if they weren’t looking close enough. His eyes held a happy glint that wasn’t as obvious on the rest of his face. That same picture also happened to be the wallpaper on the homescreen of his phone (not that anyone except him knew about it, though).

“I’ll get to that later,” he muttered under his breath, already moving the box to the edge of the counter to make room for another one.

“Hmm?”

“Just some pictures of us. We can hang them up later.”

“In that case, you’re in charge of organizing the utensil drawer.” You pushed the box of silverware towards him and went back to the living room to grab another.

“There’s like six different sized spoons in here. Who needs so many spoons?” Bucky groaned, leaning his head against the cabinet.

“Married couples who have their lives together.” You gave him a knowing look and plopped a box down on the counter, the clatter of whatever was in it making you both wince.

“Sure looks like this married couple has their life together, huh?”

“Shut up.”

---

“Buck?” you yelled from the doorway of the master bedroom.

“Yeah?” He stepped out of the bathroom, his toothbrush still hanging out of his mouth.

“Is there a bed in the guest bedroom, or is this it?” You gestured through the doorway to the single king size bed sitting in the room.

He motioned for you to give him a moment, going back into the bathroom to rinse out his mouth. “You didn’t check earlier?”

“No, I wasn’t thinking about it.”

Bucky opened the door across from the bathroom, seeing that it was completely bare of any furniture. “Nothing in here.”

Uncertainty flashed across your face. “Oh . . . uh, okay.” Your eyes searched the floor, hoping that it would somehow hold an answer for your issue. “I’ll take the couch then.”

“What? No! I’ll take the couch,” he insisted.

You sent him a glare. “You’re way too big for the couch. You’ll kill your back on that thing.”

“Like it will be any better for you.”

“I’m not letting you sleep on that couch, Bucky.”

“And I’m not letting you sleep on it either, Y/N.”

“Then I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“You won’t sleep on the floor either!” He threw his hands up with an exasperated huff. “We can just share the damn bed.”

“Are you sure?” He could hear the hesitation in your voice.

“Look, doll. If you don’t want to share because of me, I get it. But if that’s the case, let me take the couch. You shouldn’t have to take the couch cause you’re scared about your safety.”

Your eyes widened at his words. “No, no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“The bed’s big enough. I think we’ll be able to deal with it for the next few months.” A warm feeling bubbled up inside of you when he sent a reassuring smile.

You started the night with plenty of space between each other. By morning though, the gap was a little smaller.

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“So, Y/N, how long have you been with your husband?”

The group of women in Bridgett’s living room seemed to be much more interested in your personal life than the book they were supposed to have read that month. Apparently, “book club” was just an excuse for the neighborhood ladies to get together and gossip.

“We dated for three years and have been married for almost two, so five total.” You plastered a fake smile across your face, twisting the fake diamond ring on your left hand.

“He is a catch!” one of the ladies, Charlotte, raved. “I saw him working on his motorcycle this morning and I have to say, those biceps are definitely easy on the eyes.”

“I got very lucky,” you giggled.

“What do you two do for a living?”

“I’m a freelance copy editor and Bucky works in marketing.” Your “jobs” would allow you to work from home and keep your cover.

The (only slightly invasive) questions continued and you provided all the fake answers you had curated months in advance. You quickly found that it wasn’t too hard to get a read on the ladies; they were all basically the same anyways: nosy and ready to gossip about anything.

That might be helpful later.

They seemed satisfied with what they’d figured out about you once the time came for “book club” to end. You collected your things, keeping that fake smile plastered on as you said goodbye to everyone.

After everyone left, you asked Bridgett if she needed any help cleaning up. She took a moment to think about it, decidedly telling you that you didn’t need to worry about it; she had it covered.

“Are you sure? You know I don’t mind.” If you wanted this mission to go well, you needed to build a relationship with her. The sooner the better.

“I’ll be alright,” she reassured you. “Besides, you need to go back home to that husband of yours. I think Charlotte might try to take a stab at him before you get back.”

You laughed and bid her goodbye, surprised to find that very sight when you stepped out onto Bridgett’s front porch. Bucky was sitting next to his bike, shirtless, as Charlotte was saying something from the end of the driveway. His metal arm, camouflaged by Tony’s technology, fiddled with one of the rags he used to clean the bike.

You felt a surge of jealousy course through your body for a second. Your eyes narrowed when Bucky laughed at something Charlotte said and your feet were carrying you across Bridgett’s yard to your own before you could consciously make the decision yourself.

The sound of your footsteps on the pavement brought Bucky’s attention from the conversation over to you. He smiled at your presence leaning back on his hands with a charming look on his face. “Hey, pretty girl.”

“Hey, babe.” You pressed a kiss to the top of his head once you finally reached him, a hand coming up to run through his hair. You felt him relax a bit and saw Charlotte look visibility more uncomfortable than she had a few seconds ago. “How’s the bike coming along?”

“It’s coming along good.” He grabbed your hand off the top of his head and interlaced his fingers with yours. “I was just taking a quick break to talk to Charlotte here.”

It’s all just pretend.

“Well I hate to break up the fun but we need to get ready for dinner. Sam and Nat will be here in about thirty minutes.”

“Shoot, I forgot about that! Sorry, Charlotte. I’ll have to talk to you later.” He gripped your hand tighter to pull himself up.

“Alright. You two have a good night.” Neither of you missed her obvious disappointment as she watched you.

“Bye Charlotte.” You tugged Bucky’s arm towards the house, wanting to go in so you could start dinner. Sam and Nat were actually coming over soon to go over the information gathered so far and you were sure they wouldn’t want to wait very long to eat.

“Great job playing the role of jealous wife,” Bucky chuckled once you were in the house as he closed the door behind you.

You were playing a role because it’s your job. That’s it, right?

“Haha, yeah.” He seemed to miss the lack of humor in your voice, which you were grateful for.

“You said Sam and Nat are coming over in thirty?”

“Yup.”

He nodded his head before giving your shoulder a squeeze. “Then I better go take a shower.”

Yeah, just playing the role.

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“So what made you guys want to move here?” Adrian asked, a beer bottle in his hand and his other arm wrapped around his fianceé. He and Bridgett had invited you and Bucky over for drinks and you couldn’t think of a more perfect opportunity to get closer to your targets.

“Seemed like a cozy neighborhood,” Bucky replied. “Nice people, reasonably priced houses. It was pretty much everything we were looking for.”

“I’m glad we got stuck with you as neighbors. The people who lived there before you were the absolute worst. I think they were trying to get us to move out before they decided to sell,” Bridgett laughed.

“Really? They seemed like nice people when we were buying the house.” You suddenly became aware of just how far apart you and Bucky were sitting compared to the couple across the table. You scooted to the far side of your seat and leaned on the armrest, subtly trying to get closer to your “husband.”

Bucky glanced over at your movements, almost confused before he remembered, oh yeah, the mission. “Yeah, they were super sweet.”

“I think we talked to them like three times around when we bought the house and they were super passive aggressive,” Adrian laughed. “I think it was the fact that we aren’t married yet that upset them. Old people with outdated opinions. Who'd've thought?”

You snickered at that, quickly covering it up with a cough when Bucky sent you an annoyed glare.

“We’ll do our best to not be passive aggressive and I’m assuming our opinions aren’t outdated, but, if they are, we’ll keep them to ourselves.” You made a point to look at Bucky during the last part with a playful smirk. “And as long as you don’t piss off Bucky, I promise he wont crush you with his biceps.”

The whole table laughed at the (not so) joke. The thought of throwing his arm over the back of your chair crossed Bucky’s mind and he almost did it, but the fear that you would stiffen up at his touch scared him too much to do it.

“Well, what made you guys decide to move here?”

“Pretty much the same as you,” Adrian responded. “Cheap enough, good place to raise kids . . .”

You zoned out as he droned on, focusing instead on Bridgett, who seemed to be consumed with her phone. She didn’t even notice your stare, furrowing her eyebrows at whatever message she was reading.

“It just seemed like the right place for us,” he finished.

“And, not to mention, every other place we checked out,” she nudged Adrian and subtly tilted her phone towards him, “was either too expensive or not our style. I guess we could’ve built a house but we wanted to save for the wedding. It’s so expensive!”

“Oh tell me about it!” Bucky joined in, surprising you. “You mention the thing you’re buying is for a wedding and all of a sudden it costs three times more.”

The two of them spent 45 minutes talking about wedding planning (you had no idea Bucky had so much knowledge on the topic to begin with) with an interjection from Adrian and yourself every once and awhile.

Needless to say, you weren’t all that surprised when a wedding invitation showed up in your mailbox the next day.

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As could be expected with two (alleged) head Hydra agents, the venue was decked out to the nines. No detail had been overlooked. From the bridesmaids’ bouquets to the music the DJ was playing, it was--as cliche as it is--perfect.

You were currently sitting down, resting your feet as you scanned your eyes over the crowd on the dancefloor. You were trying to enjoy yourself in between talking to potential accomplices and hydra agents, but after a few hours your feet were killing and your social battery was drained.

Bucky, who was also supposed to be talking to people and gathering information, stared at you from across the room. Leaned against the wall, arms crossed with his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows and that frown that seemed to always take over his resting face, he was probably doing the exact opposite and keeping people away, but he couldn’t care less. He could tell you were tired--the way your usually strict posture was slowly wearing away by the hour gave it away--but he wasn’t ready to leave the party when he hadn’t had the chance to truly enjoy it with you.

“May I have this dance?” The sound of Bucky’s voice behind you made you jump, your posture snapping up when you felt his hand land on your shoulder.

You gave him a skeptical look. “Why would you want that?”

“First of all, you know why.” He knelt down to unbuckle your heels and take them off your feet. “Second, I want to dance with you and you look too gorgeous not to be taken onto the dancefloor. Is that such a crime?”

“Perhaps not.” A soft smile crossed your face.

He stood up and offered his hand, a smile mirroring yours spreading across his lips. You took it gently, allowing him to help you up and wrap an arm around your waist as he led you to the dancefloor. Even as he walked around the edge of the crowded dance floor to find a spot for the two of you, his eyes never left you for more than a second.

“I’ve felt you staring at me all night. What’s up with that?” you teased as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his other hand coming down to your waist to pull you in closer.

“You look absolutely stunning in that dress, my dear.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his words. “Oh stop it.”

“What? I can’t tell my best friend that she looks gorgeous?”

You didn’t respond, instead burying your face into his shoulder and pushing yourself tighter into him. The line between platonic and romantic had never been blurrier but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All that mattered in that moment was that you were close to Bucky, and you were loving it.

Bucky himself was fighting a grin. If it had been anyone else in the world being this touchy with him, he would’ve shoved them off and stalked away way earlier. But with you, he felt himself wanting to get even closer and never let go.

He moved his gaze from you for a second to check your surroundings. You could never be too careful around Hydra, right? His gaze fell over to the bride, catching her not so subtly staring at the two of you with a strange look. His eyebrows furrowed. What could she want?

You felt Bucky tense against you. You tried to pull back, assuming your being so close was making him uncomfortable, but he kept you locked in his embrace. A glance up to his face and seeing him looking at something across the room made you realize that something else was up. A squeeze to his shoulder had him looking back at you.

“Bridgett’s staring at us,” he mumbled.

You scrunched your face in confusion. You knew better than to turn around--it would make you look suspicious. A glance to your right told you exactly what was going on, though.

“Bucky!” you hissed. “Your arm!”

He looked at you, confused.

“The camouflage is off!” The exposed black and gold plates looked very different from the regular skin tone camouflage Tony had programmed into them before the mission started. Bucky’s eyes widened, panic setting in on his face once he processed your words.

You grabbed his arm, pulling it in between your bodies to hide it from the rest of the room. Bucky kept his eyes on the crowd to make sure no one saw your position and caught suspicion. Meanwhile, you searched his arm for the plate you could pull off and mess with the coding.

“Where’s that damn plate?” you muttered to yourself. Tony showed you how to locate the plate and put in a code to bring the camouflage back in case it glitched out like this but with every plate looking the exact same, it wasn’t the easiest thing to find.

You felt Bucky’s hand slide over your hip, his fingers drumming softly on the material of your dress. “Sway with me so we look like we’re dancing.”  He pulled you slightly closer and started swaying side to side.

“You’re not making this any easier.”

“Just hurry up!”

“I’m trying!”

You finally found the plate, flipping it up and doing exactly as Tony had told you to fix the glitch and turn the camouflage back on. You let out a sigh when a flesh color started flickering over the black plates. Crisis averted.

Bucky pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. You froze. That was . . . different? New? Not completely hated?

“Thank you,” he muttered, lips still against your head.

“Uhh, yeah, yeah . . . no problem.” You were staring holes through his chest as your brain short circuited.

“Shit, Bridgett’s staring at us.”

“She’s what!?” You tried to pry yourself from Bucky, as if your position was compromising, but his arm held you close. “Why would she be staring--”

You were cut off by Bucky’s lips on yours. Your body went stiff at first, surprised by the contact. Your lips were moving against his before your brain could tell you yes or no. His other arm wrapped around your waist as yours wrapped around his neck.

He pulled away, letting his forehead rest against yours and quickly pecking your lips. His eyes left yours to glance towards Bridgett. The sigh and the smile on his face told you that your distraction was successful.

“Good job playing along,” he chuckled.

You giggled in response, though your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. The mission. It was just for the mission.  “You can always count on me.”

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​​A/N: So...it's been quite some time. I started writing this back in June before my life got a little crazy and I finally got some time to finish it! To anyone who's still hanging around, thanks for reading and I'm sorry it took so long to get to you!

This will be a multi-part fic! It's looking like it's going to be 3 parts at the moment, but it could be more as I write the rest of it.

A very special thanks to @buck-nialled for beta reading this for me!! Rach's ideas were the real cherry on top to this and it wouldn't be half as good without her help! Love you, bestie!! ❤️💕

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem Avenger!Reader

Summary: Fake marriage isn't easy with anyone, but with your best friend? Try almost impossible. With the lines between platonic and romantic between you and Bucky getting blurrier by the day, that exact task makes your mission of uncovering whatever your supposed Hydra neighbors are doing slightly more difficult than it needs to be. How can you focus on your job when everything you've ever wanted is right in your hands, just not quite?

Word count: 4.4k+

Warnings: swearing, canon level violence, two idiots in love who can't get it together

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“I think that’s the last box,” Bucky sighed as he placed the cardboard box he was carrying on the living room floor. Boxes of all shapes and sizes littered the foreseeable area. The walls were bare except for a dent that likely came from the previous owners knocking a chair into one. Everything about the house signaled a fresh start.

“Alrighty then! Let us know if we can be of any more help!” your new neighbor, Bridgett, said cheerfully. With paper-white teeth, a cute dress, and subtle but perfectly done makeup, Bridgett looked like the epitome of someone who whole-heartedly embraced the ‘suburban housewife’ lifestyle. Oddly enough, she and her fiance, Adrian, didn’t have any children yet to fill out the picture.

You were surprised at first to find out that they were yet to be married--considering the types of people who tended to live in these neighborhoods--but they told you that the wedding had to be postponed for a number of reasons (to which were still unknown to you and Bucky). They had already bought the house before their original wedding date and decided that they might as well move in to it.

They happened to see you and Bucky moving boxes from a larger than normal van earlier in the day and offered to help, which you couldn’t refuse. They also just so happened to be your targets for the mission.

“Thank you so much for your help again! We would’ve been out there all night without you guys,” you chuckled. The feeling of Bucky’s arm sliding around your waist almost made you jerk away, not being used to the feeling. You instead leaned yourself into his side, remembering that you had a role to play.

“All in a day’s work.” Adrian gave you a sickeningly sweet smile, his hands on his hips. “Doesn’t hurt to be neighborly.”

“Absolutely! And let us know if you guys ever need anything too. We’d be more than happy to help.”

“Whelp, looks like we have to go,” Bridgett sighed. “Lunch with my parents and they don’t like to wait.”

“Don’t let us hold you up. Have a good time!” You and Bucky led them to the door, smiles on your faces that weren’t as genuine as they appeared to be.

“Thank you! Good luck settling in!”

Bucky closed the door once they were down the porch steps, dropping his arm from your waist quickly and making his way back to the living room. With a series of taps on his inner bicep, the camouflage technology Tony had created specifically for this mission flickered off, leaving the glinting vibranium exposed to the overhead lights. You missed the weight of it in the slightest sense, though it did feel easier to breathe without being pressed right up against your fake husband.

You and Bucky weren’t exactly the most touchy feely people. Neither of you enjoyed being on the receiving ends of hugs nor were you known for being the best cuddlers. Perhaps that’s what made you best friends, but it’s definitely what made this mission so hard.

You knew that your friendship was what made Steve decide to pair the two of you together for this specific mission. Normally, though, that exact thing was the reason you weren’t allowed to work together. The two of you had the tendency to joke around and get distracted far too often during missions and Steve eventually made the executive decision that you couldn’t be paired together anymore.

“Bucky, get your slow ass over here before I leave you behind,” you giggled into your com as you waited for your best friend to catch up. You had successfully retrieved whatever intel Fury had requested from some random Hydra base in Siberia and now had to wait for Bucky to meet you at the exit to make your escape. Steve and Sam were already out, waiting for the two of you back at the jet.

“Shut up, Y/N,” Bucky said, though you both knew he didn’t mean it. “Give me another minute. I’m almost there.”

You let out a small sigh of relief when you saw him round the corner, his eyes darting around in search of danger. A wolf whistle from you drew his attention your way, and you swear you saw some of the tension leave his body as he caught sight of you.

“There’s my favorite badass,” he said as he made his way over to you.

“Would you two stop flirting and get back already?” Sam’s voice came through the coms, causing you and Bucky to both roll your eyes.

“We’re not flirting, Sam. Just modeling what a good friendship looks like, you know, since you don’t have friends to know what that’s like,” you teased.

“Nice.” Bucky held out his hand for a high-five.

“Seriously, guys. Get back so we can get home,” Steve said seriously, though you swear you could hear a slight smile in his voice.

You and Bucky started a quick pace back to the jet, unintentionally letting your focus on your surroundings slip as you joked about whatever came to mind. You were making fun of Sam again when a Hydra agent popped out from behind a corner in front of you, throwing a knife towards your head. Had it not been for Bucky’s quick reflexes, you would’ve been good as dead. Thankfully, he managed to push you out of the way so the knife narrowly missed you and took a shot at the agent, knocking him down on the first try.

You could vaguely hear Sam and Steve’s voices shouting at you over the coms asking what happened over your heavy breathing as Bucky crouched down to make sure you were okay. You swear he’d never looked so panic stricken in his life, blue eyes wide in fear at what just happened.

“You good?”

You nodded your head, already getting up to continue on your way. Not another word was spoken as you picked up the pace back to the jet. You were met there with a distraught Sam trying to re-suit up and angry Steve yelling nonsense as he paced around with the shield in his hands.

There was a brief moment of silence when they caught sight of you before the yelling started again.

“What were you thinking, letting your guard down like that?” Steve asked angrily, latching the shield over his back. “Even worse, you didn’t tell us what happened. You seemed to have absolutely zero issues with communicating earlier. What happened?”

You quickly glanced over to Bucky, who was apparently engrossed with something on the ground. Neither of you said a word.

“Alright then, you two are done. No more working together on missions. I can’t have something like this happening again.”

You opened your mouth to protest but Steve was quick to hold his hand up to stop you. “I don’t want to hear it. I can’t trust you to stay focused around each other. This is it.”

That decision was said to be permanent, apparently. That was, until now.

It didn’t help that the definition of your relationship with Bucky had been starting to get hazy lately either. You knew your feelings were starting to become more romantic than platonic--at least more than they used to be--but as for how Bucky felt about you, you had absolutely no clue. Neither of you were the best at explaining your emotions about anything, much less your relationship.

So here you were: an undercover mission in which you had to pretend to be married to your real life best friend while trying to gain intel about whatever underground organization your next door neighbors were involved in.

“You’d think S.H.I.E.L.D would’ve mostly set up everything for us and left some stuff for us to bring in so it looked like we were just moving in,” Bucky grumbled as he stood amongst the mass of boxes in the living room. “But no, we have to unpack and set up everything for every room in this damn house.”

You walked over to join him, picking up a box labeled “plates” with a sigh. “Something to occupy our time with.”

“If they make us move this stuff out when the time comes, I’m quitting.” He grabbed a random box with no label and followed you to the kitchen, placing his box on the countertop gently.

“You’re going to quit the Avengers?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe.”

“Uh huh. Sure you will.”

“My job is fighting, not moving furniture.”

“Right now, your job is to unpack that box so we can finish moving in and start the mission.” You nudged his hip with your own, opening the cabinet in front of you and putting some of the plates from your box on the bottom shelf.

With a huff, Bucky opened his box, revealing various picture frames filled with random pictures of the two of you throughout your friendship. On the top was a selfie from after one of your last missions together. You were smiling wide, Bucky’s chin resting on your shoulder. His lips were turned upwards into a slight smile, though one might miss it if they weren’t looking close enough. His eyes held a happy glint that wasn’t as obvious on the rest of his face. That same picture also happened to be the wallpaper on the homescreen of his phone (not that anyone except him knew about it, though).

“I’ll get to that later,” he muttered under his breath, already moving the box to the edge of the counter to make room for another one.

“Hmm?”

“Just some pictures of us. We can hang them up later.”

“In that case, you’re in charge of organizing the utensil drawer.” You pushed the box of silverware towards him and went back to the living room to grab another.

“There’s like six different sized spoons in here. Who needs so many spoons?” Bucky groaned, leaning his head against the cabinet.

“Married couples who have their lives together.” You gave him a knowing look and plopped a box down on the counter, the clatter of whatever was in it making you both wince.

“Sure looks like this married couple has their life together, huh?”

“Shut up.”

---

“Buck?” you yelled from the doorway of the master bedroom.

“Yeah?” He stepped out of the bathroom, his toothbrush still hanging out of his mouth.

“Is there a bed in the guest bedroom, or is this it?” You gestured through the doorway to the single king size bed sitting in the room.

He motioned for you to give him a moment, going back into the bathroom to rinse out his mouth. “You didn’t check earlier?”

“No, I wasn’t thinking about it.”

Bucky opened the door across from the bathroom, seeing that it was completely bare of any furniture. “Nothing in here.”

Uncertainty flashed across your face. “Oh . . . uh, okay.” Your eyes searched the floor, hoping that it would somehow hold an answer for your issue. “I’ll take the couch then.”

“What? No! I’ll take the couch,” he insisted.

You sent him a glare. “You’re way too big for the couch. You’ll kill your back on that thing.”

“Like it will be any better for you.”

“I’m not letting you sleep on that couch, Bucky.”

“And I’m not letting you sleep on it either, Y/N.”

“Then I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“You won’t sleep on the floor either!” He threw his hands up with an exasperated huff. “We can just share the damn bed.”

“Are you sure?” He could hear the hesitation in your voice.

“Look, doll. If you don’t want to share because of me, I get it. But if that’s the case, let me take the couch. You shouldn’t have to take the couch cause you’re scared about your safety.”

Your eyes widened at his words. “No, no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“The bed’s big enough. I think we’ll be able to deal with it for the next few months.” A warm feeling bubbled up inside of you when he sent a reassuring smile.

You started the night with plenty of space between each other. By morning though, the gap was a little smaller.

---

“So, Y/N, how long have you been with your husband?”

The group of women in Bridgett’s living room seemed to be much more interested in your personal life than the book they were supposed to have read that month. Apparently, “book club” was just an excuse for the neighborhood ladies to get together and gossip.

“We dated for three years and have been married for almost two, so five total.” You plastered a fake smile across your face, twisting the fake diamond ring on your left hand.

“He is a catch!” one of the ladies, Charlotte, raved. “I saw him working on his motorcycle this morning and I have to say, those biceps are definitely easy on the eyes.”

“I got very lucky,” you giggled.

“What do you two do for a living?”

“I’m a freelance copy editor and Bucky works in marketing.” Your “jobs” would allow you to work from home and keep your cover.

The (only slightly invasive) questions continued and you provided all the fake answers you had curated months in advance. You quickly found that it wasn’t too hard to get a read on the ladies; they were all basically the same anyways: nosy and ready to gossip about anything.

That might be helpful later.

They seemed satisfied with what they’d figured out about you once the time came for “book club” to end. You collected your things, keeping that fake smile plastered on as you said goodbye to everyone.

After everyone left, you asked Bridgett if she needed any help cleaning up. She took a moment to think about it, decidedly telling you that you didn’t need to worry about it; she had it covered.

“Are you sure? You know I don’t mind.” If you wanted this mission to go well, you needed to build a relationship with her. The sooner the better.

“I’ll be alright,” she reassured you. “Besides, you need to go back home to that husband of yours. I think Charlotte might try to take a stab at him before you get back.”

You laughed and bid her goodbye, surprised to find that very sight when you stepped out onto Bridgett’s front porch. Bucky was sitting next to his bike, shirtless, as Charlotte was saying something from the end of the driveway. His metal arm, camouflaged by Tony’s technology, fiddled with one of the rags he used to clean the bike.

You felt a surge of jealousy course through your body for a second. Your eyes narrowed when Bucky laughed at something Charlotte said and your feet were carrying you across Bridgett’s yard to your own before you could consciously make the decision yourself.

The sound of your footsteps on the pavement brought Bucky’s attention from the conversation over to you. He smiled at your presence leaning back on his hands with a charming look on his face. “Hey, pretty girl.”

“Hey, babe.” You pressed a kiss to the top of his head once you finally reached him, a hand coming up to run through his hair. You felt him relax a bit and saw Charlotte look visibility more uncomfortable than she had a few seconds ago. “How’s the bike coming along?”

“It’s coming along good.” He grabbed your hand off the top of his head and interlaced his fingers with yours. “I was just taking a quick break to talk to Charlotte here.”

It’s all just pretend.

“Well I hate to break up the fun but we need to get ready for dinner. Sam and Nat will be here in about thirty minutes.”

“Shoot, I forgot about that! Sorry, Charlotte. I’ll have to talk to you later.” He gripped your hand tighter to pull himself up.

“Alright. You two have a good night.” Neither of you missed her obvious disappointment as she watched you.

“Bye Charlotte.” You tugged Bucky’s arm towards the house, wanting to go in so you could start dinner. Sam and Nat were actually coming over soon to go over the information gathered so far and you were sure they wouldn’t want to wait very long to eat.

“Great job playing the role of jealous wife,” Bucky chuckled once you were in the house as he closed the door behind you.

You were playing a role because it’s your job. That’s it, right?

“Haha, yeah.” He seemed to miss the lack of humor in your voice, which you were grateful for.

“You said Sam and Nat are coming over in thirty?”

“Yup.”

He nodded his head before giving your shoulder a squeeze. “Then I better go take a shower.”

Yeah, just playing the role.

---

“So what made you guys want to move here?” Adrian asked, a beer bottle in his hand and his other arm wrapped around his fianceé. He and Bridgett had invited you and Bucky over for drinks and you couldn’t think of a more perfect opportunity to get closer to your targets.

“Seemed like a cozy neighborhood,” Bucky replied. “Nice people, reasonably priced houses. It was pretty much everything we were looking for.”

“I’m glad we got stuck with you as neighbors. The people who lived there before you were the absolute worst. I think they were trying to get us to move out before they decided to sell,” Bridgett laughed.

“Really? They seemed like nice people when we were buying the house.” You suddenly became aware of just how far apart you and Bucky were sitting compared to the couple across the table. You scooted to the far side of your seat and leaned on the armrest, subtly trying to get closer to your “husband.”

Bucky glanced over at your movements, almost confused before he remembered, oh yeah, the mission. “Yeah, they were super sweet.”

“I think we talked to them like three times around when we bought the house and they were super passive aggressive,” Adrian laughed. “I think it was the fact that we aren’t married yet that upset them. Old people with outdated opinions. Who'd've thought?”

You snickered at that, quickly covering it up with a cough when Bucky sent you an annoyed glare.

“We’ll do our best to not be passive aggressive and I’m assuming our opinions aren’t outdated, but, if they are, we’ll keep them to ourselves.” You made a point to look at Bucky during the last part with a playful smirk. “And as long as you don’t piss off Bucky, I promise he wont crush you with his biceps.”

The whole table laughed at the (not so) joke. The thought of throwing his arm over the back of your chair crossed Bucky’s mind and he almost did it, but the fear that you would stiffen up at his touch scared him too much to do it.

“Well, what made you guys decide to move here?”

“Pretty much the same as you,” Adrian responded. “Cheap enough, good place to raise kids . . .”

You zoned out as he droned on, focusing instead on Bridgett, who seemed to be consumed with her phone. She didn’t even notice your stare, furrowing her eyebrows at whatever message she was reading.

“It just seemed like the right place for us,” he finished.

“And, not to mention, every other place we checked out,” she nudged Adrian and subtly tilted her phone towards him, “was either too expensive or not our style. I guess we could’ve built a house but we wanted to save for the wedding. It’s so expensive!”

“Oh tell me about it!” Bucky joined in, surprising you. “You mention the thing you’re buying is for a wedding and all of a sudden it costs three times more.”

The two of them spent 45 minutes talking about wedding planning (you had no idea Bucky had so much knowledge on the topic to begin with) with an interjection from Adrian and yourself every once and awhile.

Needless to say, you weren’t all that surprised when a wedding invitation showed up in your mailbox the next day.

---

As could be expected with two (alleged) head Hydra agents, the venue was decked out to the nines. No detail had been overlooked. From the bridesmaids’ bouquets to the music the DJ was playing, it was--as cliche as it is--perfect.

You were currently sitting down, resting your feet as you scanned your eyes over the crowd on the dancefloor. You were trying to enjoy yourself in between talking to potential accomplices and hydra agents, but after a few hours your feet were killing and your social battery was drained.

Bucky, who was also supposed to be talking to people and gathering information, stared at you from across the room. Leaned against the wall, arms crossed with his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows and that frown that seemed to always take over his resting face, he was probably doing the exact opposite and keeping people away, but he couldn’t care less. He could tell you were tired--the way your usually strict posture was slowly wearing away by the hour gave it away--but he wasn’t ready to leave the party when he hadn’t had the chance to truly enjoy it with you.

“May I have this dance?” The sound of Bucky’s voice behind you made you jump, your posture snapping up when you felt his hand land on your shoulder.

You gave him a skeptical look. “Why would you want that?”

“First of all, you know why.” He knelt down to unbuckle your heels and take them off your feet. “Second, I want to dance with you and you look too gorgeous not to be taken onto the dancefloor. Is that such a crime?”

“Perhaps not.” A soft smile crossed your face.

He stood up and offered his hand, a smile mirroring yours spreading across his lips. You took it gently, allowing him to help you up and wrap an arm around your waist as he led you to the dancefloor. Even as he walked around the edge of the crowded dance floor to find a spot for the two of you, his eyes never left you for more than a second.

“I’ve felt you staring at me all night. What’s up with that?” you teased as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his other hand coming down to your waist to pull you in closer.

“You look absolutely stunning in that dress, my dear.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his words. “Oh stop it.”

“What? I can’t tell my best friend that she looks gorgeous?”

You didn’t respond, instead burying your face into his shoulder and pushing yourself tighter into him. The line between platonic and romantic had never been blurrier but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All that mattered in that moment was that you were close to Bucky, and you were loving it.

Bucky himself was fighting a grin. If it had been anyone else in the world being this touchy with him, he would’ve shoved them off and stalked away way earlier. But with you, he felt himself wanting to get even closer and never let go.

He moved his gaze from you for a second to check your surroundings. You could never be too careful around Hydra, right? His gaze fell over to the bride, catching her not so subtly staring at the two of you with a strange look. His eyebrows furrowed. What could she want?

You felt Bucky tense against you. You tried to pull back, assuming your being so close was making him uncomfortable, but he kept you locked in his embrace. A glance up to his face and seeing him looking at something across the room made you realize that something else was up. A squeeze to his shoulder had him looking back at you.

“Bridgett’s staring at us,” he mumbled.

You scrunched your face in confusion. You knew better than to turn around--it would make you look suspicious. A glance to your right told you exactly what was going on, though.

“Bucky!” you hissed. “Your arm!”

He looked at you, confused.

“The camouflage is off!” The exposed black and gold plates looked very different from the regular skin tone camouflage Tony had programmed into them before the mission started. Bucky’s eyes widened, panic setting in on his face once he processed your words.

You grabbed his arm, pulling it in between your bodies to hide it from the rest of the room. Bucky kept his eyes on the crowd to make sure no one saw your position and caught suspicion. Meanwhile, you searched his arm for the plate you could pull off and mess with the coding.

“Where’s that damn plate?” you muttered to yourself. Tony showed you how to locate the plate and put in a code to bring the camouflage back in case it glitched out like this but with every plate looking the exact same, it wasn’t the easiest thing to find.

You felt Bucky’s hand slide over your hip, his fingers drumming softly on the material of your dress. “Sway with me so we look like we’re dancing.”  He pulled you slightly closer and started swaying side to side.

“You’re not making this any easier.”

“Just hurry up!”

“I’m trying!”

You finally found the plate, flipping it up and doing exactly as Tony had told you to fix the glitch and turn the camouflage back on. You let out a sigh when a flesh color started flickering over the black plates. Crisis averted.

Bucky pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. You froze. That was . . . different? New? Not completely hated?

“Thank you,” he muttered, lips still against your head.

“Uhh, yeah, yeah . . . no problem.” You were staring holes through his chest as your brain short circuited.

“Shit, Bridgett’s staring at us.”

“She’s what!?” You tried to pry yourself from Bucky, as if your position was compromising, but his arm held you close. “Why would she be staring--”

You were cut off by Bucky’s lips on yours. Your body went stiff at first, surprised by the contact. Your lips were moving against his before your brain could tell you yes or no. His other arm wrapped around your waist as yours wrapped around his neck.

He pulled away, letting his forehead rest against yours and quickly pecking your lips. His eyes left yours to glance towards Bridgett. The sigh and the smile on his face told you that your distraction was successful.

“Good job playing along,” he chuckled.

You giggled in response, though your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. The mission. It was just for the mission.  “You can always count on me.”

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An absolutely amazing writer with an amazing cause!!! This fic is absolutely perfect in every way imaginable!! Everyone needs to read this and spread the word!

Coming Up Roses - B. Barnes Imagine (READ NOTE)

NOTE: hello lovelies! first off let me start by saying that this Imagine is very near and dear to me, as it revolves around a topic i am very familiar with. my older brother was actually born deaf, leaving him and my family with this massive language barrier growing up. luckily, by the time I could speak in full sentences, my brother was fortunate enough to undergo surgery for cochlear implants. but because of my family’s familiarization with the local deaf communities, i also understand that many are not offered the chance my brother was given and sometimes, hearing is out of the question for those born deaf/hard of hearing. i wanted to write this imagine to not only bring more awareness to the deaf community, but hopefully bring change to it. if you enjoyed reading this imagine and would be interested in a part two, there will be an incentive involved. CLICK THIS LINK to be brought to the Hearing Aid Project, an organization dedicated to providing hearing aids to low-income persons who are hard-of-hearing. I am setting a goal of $25 dollars in order to write a part two for this imagine. If you happen to make a donation, reblog this post with the amount you donated or reach out to me through my ask box or private messages on here. By the end of the week, if we reach our $25 dollar goal, I will be writing a second part. Not only that, but every donation made by the end of this week I will be matching DOLLAR FOR DOLLAR, whether we reach our goal or don’t. Meaning: if we make a total of $25, I will put forth $25 out of my own pocket. the same will be done if we make a number higher or lower than this but THERE WILL BE NO LIMIT, and I will help double the total all of you raised. in order to reach this goal, we must work together, so please REBLOG AND SHARE THIS POST AS MANY TIMES AS YOU CAN! I believe we can achieve this together and make hearing a possibility for those in need of it.

I would also like to personally thank and dedicate this work to my mutual @5-seconds-of-bucky for all of the overwhelming love and support she gave to this piece. Anna, thank you for the beta reads, hilarious commentary and fangirling over Taylor Swift with me. This piece would have never seen the light of day without you <3

SUMMARY: bucky falls hard for deaf!florist!reader…but discovers something in the process of doing so that could change the dynamic of their entire relationship

For the past week, Bucky had mapped out every inch of the block that the Fleur Boutique seemed to be the main attraction of. Not even the Doughnut Hut residing beside it–which Bucky ordered a classic glazed from five days out of the seven he had passed by–was busier on the early Monday morning. He deemed this fair, however. Marty’s recipe (specifically his glaze-to-dough ratio) has room for improvement. The Doughnut Hut also lacks a cashier as stunning as the one in Fleur Boutique.

It was serendipitous, the exact time when Bucky noticed her. He and Sam had just departed for the night and as Bucky traversed to the nearest hotel, the less-than-encouraging advice from his co-worker moments before started rattling in his head. You need to find someone before you start looking your age. Your real age. Otherwise, nobody’s gonna want to tap that! Bucky replayed the conversation in his mind with a small scoff. And as he shielded his face from Louisiana’s tangerine sky, his eyes peered into the glass front of the shop. Because of the unrelenting gleam of the setting sun and the reflection of hydrangeas in the window, it was difficult to make sense of the interior. But as soon as Bucky’s pupils settled on her toffee locks and waded down to the curvature of her flushed lips, his mouth went dry. A feeling that should have been foreign–like many others he had been suffering lately–for some reason washed over him like deja vu. His eyes focused on her jade-toned irises, highlighted by the lazily falling sun, almost as if it were planned. A few strands of hair fall from her top-knot as she glanced over to bask in the five o’clock glow, only to be met with Bucky’s hard jaw and engrossed eyes concentrated on her instead.

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Being on Shawn Mendes tag and seeing a "It's so heart breaking, how can I belive in love now?😭😭💔💔💔" post and then right below it a "IT'S CHRISTMAS IN NOVEMBER" post is high-key comedy gold to me.

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this is the absolute cutest thing ever 🥺😭

clementines- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, platonic!natasha romanoff x reader, platonic!steve rogers, other mentions of avengers warnings: language, mostly fluff but there’s angst if you squint real hard in the beginning about: inspired by a scene in criminal minds i randomly remembered and prompt reader carrying around food for bucky since he forgets to eat a/n: literally so excited to share this with you guys. i have a couple of fics i really do like and want you guys to read, and this is the first of them!

“i thought this was a real mission,” bucky grumbles, shifting uncomfortably in the tight black suit tony had forced steve to force on him. he’s stuffed into a tiny black chair outside the office where you’re supposed to get called into, although neither of you has for most of the day.

“this is a real mission,” steve insists for the second time from next to you, also shoved inside a too-small chair and a tux. “probably one on the harder side, too,” he mutters.

“‘thought missions were supposed to have dirt and blood and fighting. not entitled, rich assholes and idiot government officials. ‘was actually hoping to avoid all of that.”

you sigh in agreement, looking up at steve while you shrug, “i think i’d rather have that, actually. at least tony takes me out to eat after.” bucky grunts in agreement, and your attention lifts to him, narrowing your eyes as you examine him from head to toe, well aware he probably forgot to eat breakfast after his run and is starving due to his rapid metabolism.

steve is about to respond—probably pretend to disagree even though you heard his stomach rumble a few minutes prior—when sam opens the door to the office, nodding to him, “the other old white guy needs you in here. ‘gotta suck you in, sorry.”

steve sighs heavily before getting himself out of the chair and entering the room.

you stare at the closed door, the reason why you and bucky are the only ones left outside in the hallway pretty damn clear to you. feeling hungry at the anger, you go to pull open the zipper of your bag, the deep color matching the blazer and pencil skirt pepper had hung up on your door that morning.

you pull out one of the clementines you’d hastily shoved in there before you left, the bright orange fruit in your fingers, nails already digging into and splitting open the skin. a minute of silence where you simply strip away the peel while he looks at your hands passes by, his eyebrows furrowing as little droplets of sticky juice fall on your expensive skirt.

you eat a slice once you manage to remove it, humming at the taste of the clementine that you break with your teeth. as you pull off another slice, you catch his observing eyes follow your finger as you lick away the orange bubbles that remain on your nails. smirking, you tear off a slice and hand it to him, watching as he eyes it wearily for a moment before taking it from your hold and biting into it.

it goes like that for a few more minutes, you handing him slices and occasionally popping some into your mouth while you discuss what you’re going to eat later, and all the shows you want to watch later on, and last weeks’ mission.

you go through the two clementines stuffed inside your purse, and neither of you ever go inside the stupid conference room.

-

it’s three in the morning when natasha walks out of the training room to find you peeling clementines, two small baggies laid on the table, one filled up and one seemingly about to be.

“what the hell are you doing?” she questions, making your eyes drift from the orange skin peels between your fingers to her without a flinch at the disturbance. you stare at her for a silent moment, continuing to peel the fruit in your hands distractedly.

“i’m peeling clementines,” you answer obviously after a few seconds of silence, looking back down at your work once you realize all the skin is gone. slices are broken apart, aromatic juice smelling of citrus spraying on your skin and the marble countertops beneath you.

“okay,” natasha says slowly, walking towards you, “why are you peeling oranges at…” she turns to look at the digital clock on the stove behind you, raising an eyebrow, “three thirty-eight in the morning.”

“clementines,” you correct swiftly, gently storing the pieces of fruit inside the little baggie that natasha has noticed has the name bucky written on it, a goofy little heart drawn next to the word. she cocks her head at the sight of you filling it up with two more clementines than the other one had.

“fine, why are you peeling clementines at three thirty-nine in the morning?” she obliges. you shrug, popping a piece from an unmarked baggie natasha assumes is for you into your mouth.

“personal reasons.”

natasha snorts, walking over to stare at you from a closer distance, “please. there’s nothing personal in between these walls. it’s why nothing with anyone’s name on it is ever actually eaten by that person.”

“i like clementines.” you reply simply, “and, please, you really think anyone would eat something with my name on it? or yours, for that matter?” at the slight cock of her head, you smirk to yourself, knowing you’re right.

“they’ll eat something that says bucky,” she points out, stealing a slice from your baggie.

“i know, which is why i won’t leave this out,” you zip up the small bag, shaking it gently before placing it next to you. you close your own bag as well, scrawling your name on a small piece of tape as well as a small note reminding everyone what would happen if you woke up to find your fruit gone. then, you pull out another one, labeled nat, and lay it in front of her. “good night,” you say as you walk away, bucky’s bag swinging gently in your hand.

-

the mission—definitely more entertaining than the goddamn conference you and bucky never went into, by the way—is finally, thankfully, over. you’re all tired and annoyed at the fact you have to sit in the boring conference room, debriefing, but none of you have a genuine excuse to not be here this time, so you sit and blink slowly, answering questions that steve and tony already know the answers to and monotonically reciting the events of the mission.

while someone in the front discusses their job, you think back to the last time you saw bucky eat something, unsurprised but disappointed to realize he hadn’t since the morning. you know it isn’t his fault, he just forgets. it was never a priority in hydra, and it isn’t a particular priority now unless he’s passing out or you’re shooting him a death glare while worriedly shoving food between his hands—or at the worst, his lips.

you bend to pull out the bag you’d guarded better than the files you were assigned to steal, pleased to find it in perfect condition before opening it and offering one of its contents to bucky right next to you. he looks from you to the little clementine slice you hold in between your index and thumb before plucking it from you and pushing it between his lips.

you hand him the whole bag, gesturing to the little label with his name when he frowns a little, thinking you were giving him something you’d packed for yourself. you wink at him, opening your other pocket and pulling out your own little bag. he grins a little at you, realizing how hungry he is and spending the rest of the meeting with the juice from the clementine sticky on his fingers.

you discover it’s on his lips too after it’s over, when you’re both sitting on the couch, bowls of food sitting in front of you on the table, still untouched and ready to be eaten as bucky’s lips move against yours, citrus of the clementine sweet on your tongue.

#LOVE IT!!! #BB rec

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So excited!!!!!!!

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★☆♥︎☆★

All those days he passed by the shop and caught sight of her smile, he was certain the feeling inside of him that twisted his stomach in knots and thrummed on his ribs like a hammer was poison. He was wrong. It was intoxicating, yes, but not dangerous. He dreamt that night—not of his past missions resulting in bloodshed and gasps of air when he woke up—but of his days in the fifties. Thinking of them now seems like picking up old photographs of his mother or rubbing the pad of his thumb over the engravings on his dog tags; like ancient history.

He recalled in this dream a night he went dancing, with girls hanging on his arm much like Sloane is doing now. Bright red lipstick outlined their shimmering teeth, like pearls and petticoats of their dresses teasing the floor. His point of view in the dream felt archaic and meaningless, but a feeling ushered inside of him as he pictured himself dancing with a dame. It is precisely the emotion circulating through his body right now. A reckless abandon of his heart, as he leaves himself completely vulnerable to Sloane and all she wishes to do to him. Even if that does lead to losing himself again, down to every last beat of his heart and blink of his eyelid.

His phone chimes, breaking him away from his gaze. Sloane elicits a nervous giggle and points to her phone, urging her date to look at his. When he does, all he can do is smile.

You’re staring again…

Do you mind?

Not at all :)

What’s the opposite of watching paint dry?

Why do you ask?

That’s what it feels like staring at you ;)

Bucky is floored by how flirtatious she could be. Still, he accepts the compliment with pink cheeks and a heavy gulp of his soda. A wise saying he recalls hearing back in high school from his mathematics teacher circles from the back of his mind to greet him again. Upon being asked how his marriage with his wife remained unshaking after twenty years, Mr. Anderson’s response was this: Real devotion doesn’t salivate at the mouth or demand to be cleansed. Rather, it is when you meet a person who dries your throat upon entering the room—the one who you would get the knees of your trousers dirty for, in order to beg for a drop of rain. Bucky takes another drink from the bottle, but remains parched.

Pardon me if this makes me sound even older than I already am, but ditto.

★☆♥︎☆★

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