Warnings: fluffy fluffy fluffy. Mentions of sex.
Paring: Peter Quill x Reader
You woke up in your bed to find that Peter wasn’t there. This wasn’t a shock to you. Honestly, it was more of a shock he spent the night in your room than anything else.
You two had this thing. You were friends, you were partners.. you were the freaking Guardians of the Galaxy. But there was this thing. This unspoken thing.
One night on the ship, you both were stressed. So much was going on, and you both started drinking. The next thing you know, you were kissing. Then, the next thing you know, you were in Peter’s bed.
Afterwards, you immediately freaked out thinking it would be so awkward and weird between you two now. But it wasn’t. It was literally like nothing had happened. And you were so thankful. You thought that would be it. But then, it happened again. And again. And again… Now it was just this thing that happened that you didn’t talk about. And you tried your best not to think about. But most of the time, you did.
Last night was a little different. Peter was being very generous to you in many ways. He had been nicer to you lately. He was never mean, but you felt he was complimenting you more. You noticed that night when he came to your room, he wasn’t focused on his needs. He made it clear he wanted you to feel good. You laid down afterwards and you were so tired. You just shut your eyes, ready for sleep. But you never heard Peter get up. Instead, he moved closer to you which made you open your eyes.
He was staring right at you. “Can I…” he said, trailing off. You looked at him, urging him to go on. “Can I stay tonight?”
You nodded, closing your eyes again. “It’s fine, Peter. I don’t care if you stay.” You say nonchalantly.
You assumed he was just comfortable and that he didn’t want to leave. Plus, it wasn’t that late, so maybe he was worried one of the team would see him leaving your room. But he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest.
Is Peter Quill cuddling right now? You have to be dreaming.
You just sat there with your eyes open and you knew your heart must be racing. You eventually fell asleep, very confused. But you decided to just go with it.
But now, here you are, in your bed alone and still bare from the night before. You get up and find Peter’s shirt from the night before on the floor. You stare at it a moment before deciding to throw it on. You grab some panties and head out in search of breakfast.
You stop by and press play on Peter’s awesome mix as you head to the kitchen.
The all so familiar beat sounded through the speaker, making you smile. This one was your favorite.
You nodded along and kind of danced your way to the kitchen. The beginning was slow, but the beat had picked up now. “Hell.. hell..” you sang, smiling. “What’s the matter with your mind and your sign and a ohhh..”
You began making some bacon and the song went on finally coming to your favorite part. “Cause you’re fine and you’re mine and you look so divine… come and get your love… come and get your loveee…”
You were really just enjoying this song and really jamming out. You go to check on your bacon, then someone slips their arms around your waist from behind your back, making you instinctively push them off and slam them into the fridge putting your spatula up to their neck. Your eyes soften as you realize who it is.
“Peter?” You ask.
He just starts laughing at you. You shove him and got back to your bacon. He’s still laughing. “What?!” You finally yell.
“What? Nothing,” he says, throwing his hands up in defense. “I was just wondering how you kill someone with a spatula. You gonna flip me with that thing?”
You roll your eyes, but then you realize something. You slam the spatula down and look over to him. “How long were you standing there watching me?”
He smirked. “Long enough. You’re a great dancer.”
You blush and get your bacon out of the skillet, putting it on a plate. You try to focus on the food in front of you instead of looking at Peter.
He comes over behind you and wraps his arms around your waist like before. He sways with you to the music. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “is that my shirt?”
You blush again, knowing he must think that you’re obsessed with him. Or crazy. He’s never going to want to…
Your thoughts were cut off by him turning you the face him. He tips your chin up to make you look at him. “You look beautiful.” He says, barely above a whisper. “Much better in it than I do.”
The song changed. It was now Strange Magic. He put his hands on your waist and pulled you away from the counter. You put one hand on his shoulder and grabbed his other hand. The two of you danced around and he just looked into your eyes. He pulled your hand up and spun you around and pulled you back into him. You literally felt like the breath was kicked out of you as you looked at him.
“And you say you’re not a dancer.” He whispered.
“If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you, Quill.”
He smirked down at you. “With your spatula?” He said.
You pushed him, making him laugh more. You rolled your eyes and pulled out of his arms entirely. You go over and grab your plate of food and go sit at the table. You grab some orange juice and start eating. Peter comes over and sits down next to you. He’s looking on his tablet at the news you assumed.
You finished your breakfast and leaned back in your chair, looking over at Peter. You wondered where he went that morning. You wanted to ask, but you didn’t want to pry. You didn’t want to come off as “that girl”. You know… the clingy ones. The two of you weren’t even a couple. You were just friends… that danced in the kitchen while you have no pants on… that admire each other.. that have sex…
“Where did you run off to this morning?” You blurt out suddenly, surprising yourself and Peter.
He looked a little dumbfounded. Like he wasn’t expecting you to ask. “I just had some things to do around the ship. I got up when I usually do.” He said, simply.
You knew that was true. He was always busy at work.
“So, when are we going to talk about the fact that we’re more than friends?” You ask, wondering to yourself where this is coming from. You never reached out on such a limb before.
He literally spit out his coffee and dropped his tablet on the table, looking over at you. “Are we doing this? Talking about this?”
“Okay… here we go,” he says. “The night that I kissed you… we both were so stressed out because of the whole Ego situation. It just kind of happened and it was a blur.”
You nod to him, urging him to continue.
“I just wasn’t expecting it to be anything more than two friends who got a little drunk and made a mistake. I wasn’t expecting it to happen again… and again… and ag-”
You reach over and punch his arm. He smirked at you. “You just kept begging for more.” You said.
“Oh, me? I was begging? What about you?” He says. “Oh, Peter! Please, I need you inside of me!” He continued in a high pitch moany voice.
You deadpanned him. “The night in the cockpit.” You said, simply.
He stopped smiling, and just looked over at you. “That’s cold.” He said.
“Y/N, I need you. I need to not think for a few minutes. All I want to think about is us for a few minutes.” You say in a deep voice.
He just looked down and you wondered if you said something that offended him.
“I used you.” He said.
“What?” You say, furrowing your eyebrows.
“I was selfish and used you not to think about my problems.”
“I used you too.” You said. He looked up at you. “I didn’t want to think about my issues either. I loved how I could just lose myself in you.”
You each just stare at each other for a moment. Peter finally gets up and pulls you out of your chair. He looks down at you in an adoring way. You tried to keep your breathing steady. He began to lean in and your heart set on fire. You had kissed plenty of times. But suddenly it felt so different.
His lips brushed against yours and you almost let out a gasp. You reached up and destroyed the small gap between your lips. The kiss was soft, and slow. It wasn’t sexual at all. It was sweet.
He pulled away and let his head rest on your forehead. “This is more than friendship.” He said.
“Yes.” You said.
“This is also… more than just sex.” He said.
This was not something you had imagined hearing. You smiled up at him. “Yes… it is.”
Comfort (n)ice cream bowl 🤗 Cookie dough base with salted PB and all the usual toppings. Tough week calls for a super delicious breakfast ☀️ Counting my blessings and thankful for sunny days, my mum, awesome friends and random messages ☺️
Requested: Nope, I just really wanted to a fluffy Bucky Fic
Summary: You and Bucky always eat breakfast at the same time everyday, and everyday you invite him to spend time with you, and everyday he turns you down, until he doesnt. FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF
A/N: I have had this idea in my head for ages and I finally typed it up. I still feel like its a bit rough and doesnt flow very well but
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ as usual feedback is greatly appreciated! Feel free to reblog!! If anyone wants to draw Bucky in the gardening scene that would be great. I also suck at titles.
“Hey Buckster,” You greet Bucky
Barnes as you enter the kitchen of the Avenger’s tower one morning.
He says, his signature frown on his face at your nick name for him as he looks
up from the paper he was reading.
supposed to be warmer today, I’m going for a walk around the park, would you
like to come with me?” Going to grab your favorite mug for your coffee, you
found that it was on the highest shelf. Cursing whoever emptied the dishwasher
last, you attempted to stand on your tip toes to reach it, but couldn’t.
“Buckster, will you do me a favor and grab my mug for me?” He nodded, moving
over to you and reaching the cub with ease. “Thank you. So, what do you say
about the walk.”
you,” He said simply before returning to his breakfast and paper.
morning you planned something to do, walk, attending to your flower garden on
the top level of the tower, or Sundays and Wednesdays it was the farmer’s
market, sometimes it was to read outside, other times a run, anything that you
could invite Bucky along to. You had been doing it since about a week after he
arrived, which was about three months ago, now. Every morning you ate breakfast
at the same time as him, and every morning you’d ask if he wanted to do
something with you, and every morning he would say ‘no, thank you.’ Then, every
morning you would sit down and talk to him, well, at him, while you both ate or drank coffee.
Clint calls me hot-head for the pun, but it just doesn’t make sense, I am a
relatively calm person, I think.” You rant to a non-responsive Bucky about the
nickname that Clint gave you. Being an Enhanced with the ability to summon and
control fire it came the opportunity for a multitude of puns, all of which the
team would take advantage of. You enjoyed the joking for the most part but sometimes
it made you a bit upset because you were self-conscious about your enhancement,
feeling that fire was far too destructive of an element for yourself. “Anyways,
have a good day Buckster.” Hoping off the stool at the breakfast bar, you
rinsed out your mug and put it in the drying rack just as Sam and Steve walked
in from their morning run.
it’s hot.” Sam commented, both of them with sweat stains down their shirts.
worry, I’m leaving.” You tease, waving as you walk out the door. You swore you
heard a stifled chuckle from Bucky.
morning, Bucko,” You grin at Bucky the next day, walking into the kitchen and
making your way to the cabinets as usual, “How was your yesterday?”
He responded shortly, glancing up from the paper.
who the hell keeps putting my mug on the tallest shelf?” You mutter as you
attempt to grab your mug again on your very tip toes. Before you could turn
around to grab a chair, you felt the presence of someone right behind you and
saw a metal arm reach out in front of you and grab the mug for you. “Thank
you,” You grinned up at him as you took it from his hand once he held it out
for you. “I’m going to the farmer’s market today, I was thinking about getting
some fresh flowers to brighten up the place in here and possibly some veggies,
wanna come with?” With a fluttering in your stomach at how close he was
standing to you, you took another shot in the dark, prepared for disappointment.
Bucky nodded once.
A look of
surprise washed over your face for a moment but it was quickly replaced with a
grin so bright it rivaled the sun. “Awesome! We can go after breakfast?” You
ask, practically jumping with excitement. He nods, a corner of his lip quirking
up in what you believe to be a smile.
practically shot gun your cup of coffee you quickly change out of your pajamas
and grab your bag, you meet Bucky back in the kitchen. You spend most of the
walk to the park where the farmer’s market was in comfortable silence. “What is
your favorite type of flower?” You ask as you near the tents and spot the
know,” Was all the answer you got, but you smiled anyways, mentally picking out
the type of flower you were going to get for him.
hummed to yourself as you stood in front of the buckets of beautiful plants,
finger held to your lip in thought as you decided which types would be best
where in the tower. “Do you like these for the kitchen?” You ask, pointing to a
particular type and looking to Bucky and only receiving a shrug in response,
“Yeah, you’re right, they won’t work, far too flippant.” Looking around for a
more appropriate bouquet you miss the smile that graces his lips at your
comment. After choosing what you felt to be a sufficient number of flowers you
gathered them up in your arms and paid the vendor.
hard to notice the stares that you were getting, of course you would be
recognized, you were part of the Avengers. But every time Bucky got noticeably
uncomfortable with people’s heads turning to look at you, you redirected the
conversation to take his mind off of it.
you like some help carrying those?” He asked after noticing you struggling to
balance all of the floral arrangements as you picked out vegetables.
heavens, yes please.” You sigh in relief and smile as you hand over about half
of them. When your hands brush each other you see his eyes flick to look at you
but you just keep your attention on the flowers, not wanting to make him think
that it wasn’t okay. You realize afterward that this is the first time you’ve
ever touched him.
you like flower so much? You always talk about them when you ask me to come
with you here, and your garden.” Bucky speaks up as you begin walking back to
suppose it has to do with what I feel fire is,
which is annihilation and destruction, so I like something that’s the opposite
of that. I like to surround myself with life and growth because maybe it’ll
cancel out in the long run.” You try to sound nonchalant as you admit something
you had never said aloud, let alone to anyone else. Bucky stays silent, but you
know that in his silence there is understanding.
“I picked these out for you.” You
say quickly after you return to the tower and set all the purchases down and holding
out a grouping of daffodils. “Daffodils symbolize rebirth and new beginnings,
just as we, The Avengers, are for you.” You left out the other specific things
those flowers also meant.
you, Y/N.” He tried his best to smile at you as he watched you carefully
arranges the flowers in vases and put them in various places around the tower.
He noticed he was the only person who got his own personal bouquet.
Asks as he lays flat on his back in his bed, unable to fall asleep.
Barnes?” The AI answers back.
Daffodil flower meaning,” He stated, before quickly adding a “please” at the
end. While he did have to use technology a bit in his years working for Hydra,
he was still confused as to how to navigate the world-wide web, so he mostly
turned to FRIDAY to answer his questions.
symbolize chivalry, rebirth, and since they are the first flower to boom in
spring, they are considered symbolize the end of winter.” FRIDAY answers back
smoothly. Bucky smiles at this, it was perfect. He knew that Y/N knew enough
about flowers to know the full meaning. His heart swelled with happiness and
affection, she specifically chose ones that not only meant rebirth, as she had
defined them, but ones that specifically marked the end of winter, and gave
them to him.
But he was drawn from these thoughts when the AI’s Irish lilt
filled the silence of his room once again, “To a lesser degree they are known
as the flower of unrequited love.” Bucky’s heart beat sped up at this and his
head swam. Had Y/N meant it that way? Of course she had, she did know the full meaning of the plants, after all, or at least that’s what he just told himself seconds before. “Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Barnes?”
thank you.” He croaks out. He lay there for the rest of the night, thoughts
running too fast to let him find peaceful sleep.
Bucky didn’t realize he had fallen asleep
until he woke up. Late, much to his dissatisfaction. It was only about half an
hour later than when he normally woke up. Walking quickly down the hall he
cursed to himself, he liked to be in the kitchen before you so he could see you
scuffle in, wish him good morning in your far-too-chipper-for-how-early-it-was
voice, and invite him to whatever it was you were doing that day, and more
recently, help you grab your mug from the top shelf of the cabinets.
neared the kitchen he heard the sound of glass shattering followed immediately
by a loud thud and an ‘oof’. Running into the room, he finds you on the floor,
seemingly haven fallen off the counter, mug broken.
there, Buck-aroni, mind giving a girl a hand?” You groan, trying to push
moves to your side to help you, “You’re bleeding,” He comments when he sees
that the shattered mug had left ceramic bits sticking out of the side of your
arm and leg as he pulls you to your feet. So preoccupied with worry, he fails
to see the blush spreading across your cheeks at the close contact.
great,” You mutter, hissing in pain as you attempt to pull a particularly large
shard from your thigh.
help, I’ll go get a first aid kit.” When Bucky returned, first aid box in hand,
you were sitting on a stool and attempting to pull more pieces. “Stop that.” He
ordered softly, moving your hand away so he could begin pulling them out more
carefully with the tweezers.
my favorite mug.” You huff between curses as he began carefully working on
cleaning you up, “I was trying to get it from the top shelf so I climbed on the
counter, but it was wet and I slipped.”
didn’t you grab a chair or wait for me to get it for you?” He glances up at
you, guilt settling in his stomach.
too lazy to get a chair and I didn’t want to hassle you. Plus you might have
been sleeping in.” You shrug.
morning Inferno, Frosty- oh god what happened here?” Tony asks as he enters the
kitchen to fill his mug. You doubt he slept, based on the caffeine-wired look
and dark circles under his eyes.
You say with a roll of your eyes. You hated your title, and everyone knew that.
Being an enhanced, you came from Hydra, a different branch than Bucky, so you
hadn’t crossed paths at all. You joined the Avengers a few months before he
did, and right away you had expressed your dislike of your name.
right, sorry about that. Say, why don’t you like Inferno again?” Tony asked,
leaning against the counter.
Inferno is defined as huge, out of control, fire, or simply, as Hell, because I
was designed to reign hell down upon Hydra’s enemies. I don’t want to be Hell.”
You replied simply, though there was an edge to your tone.
glanced up at you, this being the first time you had ever explained your hatred
of your title, and your reasoning resonated deep with him.
how about we come up with a new one for you.” Tony shrugged, sipping his
we coming up with a new one of?” Steve asked as he entered the kitchen after
his morning run with Sam. He raised a questioning eyebrow at Bucky crouched in
front of you, gauze in hand.
Thinking that Steve’s questioning gaze was directed to the fact that you were hurt, you quickly explained the situation, “I couldn’t
reach my mug so I stood on the counter to get it and slipped getting off and
broke it, thus why I have mug shards in my arm and leg.” You answer his
unspoken question, not knowing that his look was pointed at Bucky and the fact that he was crouched in front of you, one hand holding the tweezers, the other holding your leg to keep it still as he removed mug pieces. Little did you
know, when Steve and Bucky were alone, you were pretty much all Bucky could
talk about. Yesterday, Steve swore the only things that came out of his best
friend’s mouth were about your trip to the farmer’s market and how happy he was
you gave him flowers. “But Tony suggested we come up with a new like code name
for me, since I despise Inferno so much.”
great idea! How about Blaze? That sounds cool?” Steve offered, grabbing food
from the fridge.
your head, wincing slightly as Bucky cleaned a larger cut. “That makes me sound
like I’m a stoner or something.”
Steve frowns in confusion and you just shake your head to say ‘you don’t wanna
Tony suggests thoughtfully, “Flaming flammable person? Magma?”
about Phoenix?” Bucky asks suddenly, looking up as he wraps the final cut with
a Band-Aid. “This is your new life, rising from the ashes of what Hydra made
it.” You grin, nodding, “That’s perfect.”
smiles slightly, and Steve nods in approval of it as well, all while Tony walks
away muttering about three people in the Avengers now with bird-related names.
going to go work in the garden this morning but seeing as it hurts to move and
I have a mission coming up and need to heal, I think I’m going to watch a movie.
Want to join me, Buck-aroni?” You ask as you push yourself off the bench
He nods once, and you smile in response before leaving to go pick out a movie
in the other room.
Steve asks, smirking.
Bucky warns, shooting his friend a good-natured glare.
it’s cute, the nicknames,” His best friend shrugs in response, “I’m glad to see
you’re finally taking her up on her offers to spend time with you.”
morning without fail she asks you to do something, no matter how many times you
turn it down, you got to like someone to do that. We’ve all seen it, so don’t even
deny it, so she obviously wants to spend time with you, and I’m glad you
started doing it.” Steve shrugs, taking a bite of the toast he made.
Bucky could response his attention is pulled away by you calling his name to
join you in the movie room.
“Good Morning, Buckaroo,” You wave at him
before going to the cupboard to steal someone else’s mug for the day until you
went to the store to get a new one.
morning Bucky had made sure to be there before you, a small box with a ribbon
something for you,” He avoided making eye contact and he seemed nervous, which
made you frown. As he held out the box, you took it carefully.
you didn’t have to get me anything.” You say as you carefully untie the ribbon
and open the box. Inside was a new mug, covered in vintage style flowers. “Oh,
this is wonderful, thank you!” Setting the cup down you move across the table
to pull him into a tight hug. Bucky stiffens at first but then wraps his arms
around your waist.
interrupting something?” Sam says teasingly as he enters the room, Steve not
far behind him.
Bucky just got me a new mug because I broke mine yesterday, isn’t is pretty?”
You pull away from Bucky and hold up the mug. While you admiring the details of
the flowers you missed the knowing smirks that Steve and Sam shot Bucky, and
the blush that rose to his cheeks in response.
Buckaroo, I’m working in the garden today and could use some help, want to join
me?” You ask over your shoulder, pouring yourself a coffee.
You quickly pulled out your phone to snap a picture of the moment. You and Bucky had just finished weeding and potting new plants in your garden and were gearing up to head back inside, but the picture perfect moment was too much to pass up. His hair was pulled up with a hair band, a flower tucked behind his ear from when you placed it there earlier, dirt smeared on his face, and neon pink gardening gloves on his hands.
“Smile!” You command with a laugh, holding up your phone. He didn’t have enough time to think of what he was doing before he flashed you a dazzling smile that made your heart flutter.
‘Well, I have my new wallpaper.’ You think to yourself as you grin down at your phone.
Grant Rogers, stop putting my mug on the top shelf! Unlike you, I am a short
person who can’t reach it!” You yell as you walk into the kitchen that night
and find Steve emptying the dish washer.
put your mug on the top shelf, I always put it on the bottom.” He puts his
hands up as if in surrender before pointing to your mug. And sure enough, it
was on the bottom shelf of the cupboard.
does it get to the top shelf every morning?” You frown, crossing your arms.
“I was on
a mission a few days ago and someone else emptied it, maybe they did.” He
shrugs before returning to putting the dishes away.
screen located inside the island, you try to remember the first day it was on
the top shelf. “FRIDAY, pull of video of the kitchen from four nights ago, fast
forward.” Steve comes and stands beside you as you watch the playback of the
night sped up. “Normal speed.” You order as you watch Bucky come on screen and
begin putting the dishes away, and sure enough, puts your mug on the top shelf.
“What a little shit, I asked him to get it down for me the next morning and he
didn’t even tell me he was the one who did it.” you mutter with a shake of you
was here the next day, and I put it on the bottom shelf.” Steve prompts,
putting the pieces together as to what was going on.
go to the next night, fast forward,” You say, watching intently as people whiz
quickly on the screen, including Steve putting the dishes away, as he said.
Leaning against the counter, you and Steve waited as the foot traffic stopped
and the lights went off, “I don’t understand, how did it-“ but you were cut
short when the lights turned back on around 2am, and Bucky walked in, opened
the cupboard, and put your mug on the top shelf. “Pause, please.” You ask
FRIDAY and the picture stops. “Why would he do that?” Frowning, you ask the
question more to yourself than to Steve. “Go to 24 hours later please,” And at
the same time the next night, you saw Bucky come in and move your mug yet
again. “I don’t understand.”
you said you asked him for help the first day, right?”
the next day I was just going to grab a stool but he grabbed it for me before I
could.” Frowning in thought, you dismiss FRIDAY and close the screen.
be because he liked helping you?” Steve offered, hoping you’d pick up on what
was happening. You were smart, just oblivious sometimes. “That was the day he
went to the farmer’s market with you, right? It could be that that gave him an
excuse to be by you? You could ask him about it.”
be.” You nod, staring to understand what was going on. “I’ll ask him about it.”
ask you meant wait until 2am and catch him in the act.
1:45 you crept softly into the kitchen, keeping the lights off so Bucky
wouldn’t think anything was out of the ordinary. Waiting in the darkness, you
felt your heartbeat pick up with nerves. What if Steve was wrong? But why else
would Bucky move your mug every day? When you heard footsteps approaching, you
panicked and scurried softly away, staying low and peaking around the corner as
Bucky entered the kitchen. You knew it was weird to spy, but you didn’t have
the courage to confront him. You figured, tomorrow morning, you will quickly
try to get the cup yourself without him interfering, and if he does, you’ll
stay up the next night and confront him for sure.
morning, Bucky!” You try to sound as normal as possible as you stroll into the
nickname this morning?” He asks, a small amused smile on his lips that makes
your heart swell with happiness.
honest I’m running out of them. I thought about Buckaboo but that just sounds
weird.” You laugh when he scrunches up his nose at the nickname, “See?” You
tease as you open up the cupboard and prepare yourself to jump on the counter
again. After making sure it was dry this time, of course. Putting your hands on
the counter, you jump up, but as soon as your feet leave the ground you feel
two strong hands on your waist, lifting you to reach your mug. After you
clasped onto your mug tightly, he lowered you back to the ground. “Thank you,”
You murmured, turning around to face him.
course,” Bucky smiled, lingering in front of you for a moment before returning
to his spot at the breakfast bar. After pouring your coffee and adding the
amount of sugar you like, you took your place next to him, falling into your
usual routine of talking at him. Though, today, he talked back, looked up from
the paper, made eye contact, added comments here and there. You didn’t think
you had been happier in years.
thinking about going for a walk this morning, would you like to join me?” Bucky
asks softly during a lull in conversation, turning the tables. You can tell
he’s nervous by the way he’s fidgeting and avoiding eye contact, but his words
are smooth, probably from rehearing it repeatedly.
to, Bucky.” You grin.
walked along the streets until you reached a small park. Collectively, you
decided to sit on a bench and people watch for a bit, enjoying the nice
You say after a moment and he turns to look at you, “You do know there’s a
video camera in the kitchen, right?” Watching as his face goes void of color
and he starts to stammer something out but you just smile softly and hold up
your hand to stop him. “Just tell me why, I want to understand.”
a deep breath, looking down at his hands as he tries to formulate the right
thing to say. “Every morning you always ask me to do something, anything, with
you, to show, what I think and hope is, your affection. Or at least that you
aren’t afraid of me, and enjoy my company. I guess I was looking for my own
version of that to show you the same things.”
over on the bench you wrap your arms around him and pull him into a tight hug,
up the full meaning of daffodils too, by the way.” He says as you pull away,
and it was your turn for your face to go pale.
you shared the same sentiment about your title as I did, so I figured a flower
that marked the end of winter would be appropriate.” You quickly tried to cover
your tracks, hoping that was all that came up when he searched the meaning.
unrequited.” He says simply, ignoring your explanation.
isn’t?” You choke out, you voice small as you look at him.
isn’t.” A large and genuine smile graces his lips, “Thank you for not giving up
on me every time I turned you down for your morning activities.”
course,” A bashful blush rises to your cheeks as you glance between his eyes
and his smile.
kiss you?” He asks softly, and when you nod he closes the distance between you
two, pressing a soft and sweet kiss to your lips.
hell is this?” Natasha throws a tabloid magazine down on the table in front of
you and Bucky as you drink your morning coffee together the next day.
up the magazine and study the front page with your boyfriend. There was a
picture of you two kissing in the park plastered across the front and smaller
photos of your morning walks and farmer’s market visit scattered in the corners,
headline reading “INFERNO AND WINTER SOLDIER COUPLE NAME: TEMPERATE?”
I dig it.” You nod, tossing the magazine back at the other woman and turning to
Bucky, “What do you think?”
like Sam personally called them to give them that idea.” He chuckles with a
shake of his head.
“I meant what the hell as in why didn’t you
tell me you were together!” Natasha scolded you with her hands on her hips.
I know I’m a day late in saying this, but Ethan’s breakfast lesson on his Instagram Live was perfect. It also made me hungry & I’m not a morning or breakfast person 😂 Also the fact that he was cooking at 1 in the afternoon just shows how much we’re alike lol 😄 I normally get up at that time but I don’t eat breakfast foods so he’s ahead of me 😇 & Daisy was with him too! 🐶