Ah Yes, The Besties To Lovers Trope I Love To See It. First Of All, The Letter Was So Cute!!and It Was

ah yes, the besties to lovers trope i love to see it. first of all, the letter was so cute!! and it was written on nice paper!! i could definitely see peter doing something like that to get his feelings out there but not actually out there. and the sheer panic he experienced when he saw it on her desk... bro i felt that. and when she was debating whether or not to open it?? i felt that too. and when she wasn’t sure what to do bc she didn’t wanna jeopardize their friendship. I. FELT. THAT. oh and the LOCKSCREEN!!!! i squealed.

stuck with me | peter parker

summary ↠ you were just searching for his phone to let may know he’d be crashing at yours…you didn’t expect to find a letter addressed to you.

genre ↠ best friends to lovers | college!au | slight angst | fluff

warnings ↠ slight description of pain (on pete’s part), the word ‘kms’ being used (😭) a shit ton of feels

word count ↠ 5.5k

a/n ↠ another lengthy fic…no clue i had it in me sdfghjk but here we are!! and if any ya’ll find the little reference (something peter directly said) from hoco i put in just the beginning you’re a g :’) ++ huge thanks to @parkerpeter24 for being my beta, and my biggest cheerleader on this :’) i listened to the neighborhood’s stuck with me while writing this!! one of my huge inspo’s for this fic :’) super excited to share this fic with ya’ll and i only hope you enjoy!! ♡ feedback is appreciated <3

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Enemies to lovers romance is the journey from sweetheart (derogatory) to sweetheart (affectionate)

don’t mind me. just still not studying. just reading fics on tumblr. just about to cry bc idk anything about what’s gonna be on my exams. just gonna reflect on how horrible today’s exams went... yup.

it’s exam season and i’m doing everything in my power to avoid studying

i usually get uncomfortable when i notice people staring at me, but not squirmy like i don’t think i react physically but i cringe a little on the inside. HOWEVER, if bucky was staring at me.... i would not complain. IN FACT, i would enjoy it. that’s my hypothesis. i wish i could confirm it. anyways, this was so cute and steve radiated best friend energy when he told bucky he was staring at reader. like he really said this is just my job, buck. it’s my privilege. it’s what i signed up for.

movement

— pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

— summary: bucky only notices what is happening to him when steve points out how much he’s been staring. when he realizes it and feels what it means, he decides to do something about it.

a/n: reblogs/feedback/likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged!

warnings: explicit language, sensitive content; it’s mostly fluff!

words: 1.2k 

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it’s steve’s fault.

then again, if bucky’s being honest to himself, a lot of things in his life are.

problems started by steve come through one of two ways: either he puts his fits up, or he worded things a certain way.

in this particular case, the problem was his words.

weekdays meant debriefs, meetings and team assessment and response practice.

practice meant kicking steve’s ass for at least a couple of hours until he learned something useful and managed a maneuver in bucky’s Asset-trained defense—steve finally smiled, practice ended, repeat.

somewhere in the middle of that routine, a missing step slipped by him completely until steve pointed it out on a random wednesday afternoon.

“you do that a lot, you know?” steve asked, looking up at bucky.

he was sitting on the floor — getting his ass kicked involved a lot of floor kissing when fighting Bucky — and instead of getting up, he had opted for laying on the ground to dry some sweat off with a towel and drink some water.

“do what a lot?” bucky asks.

“stare at her.”

the three words make bucky’s head snap back in steve’s direction.

he wants to play dumb and say ‘what are you talking about’, but his eyes were watching. they were glued to the figure on the other side of the fighting ring, sparring with nat and dancing with movements so precise only a fellow widow could evade and counter against.

you.

nat was an old friend, but you—you were the movement in the room that always caught his eyes.

if there was ever a widow too dangerous, it was you. just like nat, your webs no longer caught innocent blood, but bucky was no innocent and every time you walked in the premises, he was stuck.

“damn, buck.” steve’s surprised laughter brings him back to the moment—denying was useless, so playing dumb was too.

“shut up,” bucky huffed as a response.

the tip of his ears felt remotely warm and the bubbling inside his chest felt foreign and familiar at the same time.

by the look glinting in steve’s blue eyes, he saw it too.

“haven’t seen you look this coy or try to play dumb in a while,” says steve. his voice is tentative, so bucky feels a little calmer about how nervous he feels to be feeling weird in the first place.

steve’s words cause two troubles all at once: first one had the easiest fix—he was staring and it takes only a minute of Asset-level analysis to realize that he’s been staring for a while now. the issue comes and goes with ease because as soon as he’s made aware of it, bucky’s next thought is,

how can i not stare? she’s mesmerizing.

the second trouble was the one freezing him in his spot for half a second: the staring came from a bubbly, warm place inside of bucky that he thought had been lost decades ago, beat off of him inside the cold of a cryo chamber, away from any kind or tender touches.

“is this a distracting tactic?” bucky asks. he knows steve will pretend to rise to the bait because, at the end of the day, that’s how good of a friend steve rogers is. “'cause it ain’t working, stevie. get off your ass, you need to lose again.”

“oh, it’s so on.”

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for one week, bucky assesses his situation.

steve was right—he does that. a lot.

as soon as you walked in, his eyes found your frame no matter what he was doing.

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𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

summary: john walker is flirting with you in front of bucky and he won’t take it pairing: bucky barnes x female!reader word count: 2k warnings: john walker (yes, he is a warning), jealous!bucky, some angst, fluff.

english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

You snorted as you dropped between Bucky and Sam, your gaze on everything but the big jerk dressed as Steve sitting across from you. And by the time the vehicle started to move, you knew that you had regretted getting into it in the first place.

“You know we just saved your asses, right?” John Walker, the clown himself, questioned, shooting you an almost mocking look.

“We had everything under control.” You replied dryly, finally joining your gaze with his blue one, crossing your arms over your chest. You frowned when you saw how he blatantly moved his eyes from your face to your chest and vice versa, and Bucky could see it too as he immediately tensed sitting next to you.

“And if ’having everything under control’ means getting your butt kicked out, of course, you had everything under control.” John joked, but seeing that none of the three invited passengers smiled at his words, he sighed. “We’re on the same team, guys, c'mon. I don’t know why you act like you hate us.”

“We’re not on the same team, man.” Sam was quick to reply, as calm as ever. You found it incredible that he could maintain his composure even in such stressful situations.

“And we do hate you.” Bucky added, you nodded at his words.

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“you‘re so quiet” baby i’m not even here. i’m fantasizing about a book i read weeks ago. move on.