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kraviolis · 10 months
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*clings onto any and all characters who show both subtle or explicit signs of plurality from all of my various interests and hyperfixations consistently throughout my entire life* no no its all a coincidence im just fascinated with the concept i certainly dont relate to it haha
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magnetothemagnificent · 3 months
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Mysterious Cafe Meet Up
Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader || Meet Cute Fluff
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Genre: fluff, meet-cute
Notes: I think that Bucky would definitely have a typewriter and carry it everywhere
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Writing was a new-found outlet for the man, the myth, the Winter Solider, James Barnes. Writing once when he was alone on his mission a few years ago was a great outlet to focus on himself. The writing was a great center point for him while he was still adjusting to the new age, the new wave of it all. It was like a wave crashing on him, onto the man whose soul was still back in his time. Typing on his typewriter, which he found in a thrift store, was bliss for Bucky, reminded of the oh-so-familiar rusty click sounds of the letters.
The typewriter was mainly used to annoy people around him who just decided to drink from his white non-branded mug on the left top shelf, third from the right side. This person just knew what tore Bucky's strings, you know who I mean. Sam… Sam and Bucky had hate-a-little-bit-of-friendship, and if Sam drank from Bucky's cup, Bucky would type loudly on the typewriter. Each sip=each letter. To somehow even the Plainfield.
Sam enjoyed the annoyance of bothering Bucky so much so that Bucky had gotten writer's block from Sam's constant mug-stealing and illegal sipping.
'Sam, what the hell! Can you not!' Bucky looked at his friend/enemy, hoping that his brain would stop where he was creating the story. 'This is my time! And that is my mug...no, don't take another sip. No!'
Sam chortles at the soldiers' antics, seeing it more so as a diminutive kid throwing a tantrum just because someone took his cup.
'I didn't know that your panties were in a bunch because of this.' Sam finishes his sentence with a sip.
Bucky stands up, keen to take back his cup, but his gaze fails as he looks back to his typewriter, saying a claimant and sharp 'No!' Bucky's brain shortcuts the idea and writing, fleeing away.
'I hope you are happy, bird brain. I just lost my trail of thought.'
taking his typewriter, he walks to Sam, stopping to say, 'If I didn't like this typewriter, I would hurl it in your face.'
'Go touch some grass, Barnes. You have been here the last 4 days.' Sam says, tapping Bucky's shoulder as he takes a sip walking into the kitchen to make himself another cup of coffee.
Walking out into the city, Bucky feels the people's stares, glances, and just plain rude stares at the man.
Yeah, yeah, judge me. As if seeing a man carrying a typewriter is something odd, but when another person walks into the city with a bat outfit, and they are normal, please!
Walking into the central square park, next to it was a cafe offering a cozy place enveloped with flowers growing across the walls, terrace, and chairs, exuding an ethereal presence. A magnifying pull encapsulates him, and Bucky sees himself sitting on the patio.
'What would you like to drink?' A voice asks him, dainty and cheerfully
Bucky looks to his side to see the owner of the voice; turning around to see a lady, a gorgeous lady, an astonishingly cute woman who---
'Would you like to order something to drink, sir?' she asks again, examining him with doe eyes filled with curiosity and patience.
'Uhm--uhh, so pretty.' Bucky mumbles, looking at her
losing the ability to speak, he looks at the menu, standing on the table, opens it, and points to a drink just to get the ball rolling.
'You would like the Vanilla Ice Cream Mocha with Double Unicorn Sprinkles?' she asks, jotting down the order on her paper as she waits for him to confirm it.
'Yes.' he voices, ensuring with a nod.
The lady walks away, and Bucky looks back at the menu, smiling. His gaze halts as he looks at the picture of the drink he 'wanted.'
Vanilla Ice Cream Mocha with Double Unicorn?! My goodness, that is a mouthful just to say it let alone drink it.
Looking behind him to see the bar, the lady making the drink as she chatted with her coworkers, one of them seeing Bucky's gaze on the lady. Her coworker whispers to her, making her blush. Bucky looks back, feeling a ping of butterflies in his brain.
What should I do? I really want to impress her... I know I'll place the writer on the table. Quick! I can hear her footsteps, type something, anything. Act cool! Be cool, James!
Placing the confectionery drink near his hand, the youthful lady says, 'Enjoy!'
In an instant, a wave of enthusiasm washes over Bucky as he looks at her, saying proudly, 'Just the drink I need to get me going on my writing.'
'You write?' She asks curiously
Bucky leans back into the garden chair, saying ever so subtly, 'Yes, I have written a few good books, and now I am on my 4th one.'
'Oh, wow, I wish I was a writer. A lot of great writers always have the best personal stories to tell. But most of the time, when I start writing, I get terrible writer's block, and by the time it clears up. I forget what I want to write about. But my best friend, he is a great writer.'
She looks at him with a soft smile on her face, her eyes radiating comfort. 'And what does your friend do when he has writer's block?'
'He always says that writing about your personal story, that way you can make peace with your past by writing and learning from it.'
Bucky smiles, the butterflies bubbling in his veins, coursing in his body, wanting more of this interaction.
'Anyways, I have to get back. Enjoy your drink.' The lady leaves, and Bucky just can't help but to smile to himself, almost giggling like a schoolgirl at the innocent interaction.
As he looks back at his typewriter, Bucky chugs down the drink. And stands up with his typewriter in his hand. Walking in to pay for his drink, he is welcomed by the coworker's friend.
'Hello. I would like to pay for my drink.'
'Of course. That would be 5.20$.'
Bucky hands her the money leaving a generous tip. 'Can you also thank your friend for the writing advice.'
The friend smiles, nodding, and Bucky asks one more question, 'I don't want to sound like a creep, I am really not, but what is her name?'
'Y/n. The name is Y/n.' The lady in question walks to the counter, smiling at the soldier. 'And what is your name?' She asks
'James. But my friends call me Bucky.'
'My friend also has a friend called James.'
'Small world.' He grins
Y/n leans to the side, seeing a newly formed line of customers waiting. Getting the memo, Bucky bids the ladies farewell as he walks back home.
Returning to his shared apartment, Bucky sat at the dining table with his typewriter and started to write using his personal past to remove the writer's block. The apartment door opens as Sam walks in, seeing Bucky typing diligently. Bucky greets him with a nod as Sam grabs the same mug from later today. Bucky simply glances at his cup but continues to type, the clicking sounds filling the apartment. Bucky finishes the last page, typing out
I want to meet her again.
Sam grins at Bucky as he walks into the kitchen to grab another mug.
'You got over your mug tantrum?'
Bucky chuckles and shrugs at the notion. Sam looks at his phone as it buzzes an incoming call for Captain America.
'Sorry, I have to take this. It's my friend.'
Bucky acknowledged and walks away into his room, hearing Sam talking
'Hey, Y/n. How was your day?'
Bucky froze, not believing which name he heard. Turning around, he catches Sam's all-knowing gaze.
'Oh, and what did that Bucky look like?' Sam chortles, seeing Bucky near closer and closer
'Well, by the sounds of it, that Bucky guy sounds like a creep. Especially the ones that say, "I am definitely not a creep"... I need to go, darlin', but I'll call ya later. Bye!'
Hanging up, Sam falls on the floor as Bucky tackles him.
'I am not a creep!'
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kyo-gen · 1 year
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solstytium · 2 months
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give anything to be alpine fr ¡!
feel free to use w/ a like & reblog qtees <333
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buckys-daybreak · 2 years
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Steve: Buck, you do realize that we’re going out in public, right?
Bucky, wearing cutoff shorts and a rainbow Captain America shirt: Steven, it’s pride month. I can wear whatever I want and people have to like it.
Steve:
Steve: That’s fair.
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Please look at him, I love him so much😭❤️
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gay-jewish-bucky · 1 year
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"Bucky Barnes is an Original American Hero... and if anything, HE's the victim here..." -Bernadette Rosenthal
THE TRIAL OF CAPTAIN AMERICA #2 (Captain America Issue #612)
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sebastian-lips · 1 year
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Bucky Barnes Edits
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lysieicons · 2 years
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sam wilson >>>
Season 1: Episode 1: New World Order
Filter: Her Smile
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jessiedrew · 1 year
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♡ strikeforce 2019 ♡ ❘ issue 5
please ♡ or reblog if you use !!
I. II.
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iforgotwhat · 1 year
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Umm sir !?
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marina-na-na · 1 year
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manic-eddie · 2 years
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solstytium · 2 years
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banner & pfp for @chocobabwee :^)
- like or reblog if used !
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