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Diners and Dates

Bucky x reader

Imagine request: I hope this doesn’t seem like a bother, buuuut, can you do a light fluff between Bucky and the reader where the reader is a waitress at a diner Steve is a regular at, and he brings Bucky to try it out . And have Bucky slip slightly back into his lady’s man persona and take the reader on a date eventually where the light fluff happens, please. I really like your blog by the way!

Warnings: None.

Note: THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL STORY. I LOVE IT. Thank you for this request. Thank you for being you. Also, we stopped at a port with wifi, turns out I can submit some imagines now! I got inspired by a part of the movie ‘Elf’ for this.

“Hey Steve! Table for 1?” You asked, picking up a menu. But you already knew what Steve wanted; A cheeseburger with no tomato, french fries with mustard, a pickle, and a surprise shake. He never knew what shake he wanted, so he made you pick which one.

“Well, actually I need a table for 2, Ma’am.” Steve replied.

“Steve, I’ve told you millions of times, call me Y/N,” you playfully punched his shoulder. “So who’s the lucky girl?”

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Professor Carter

word count: 1735

request: could you write a fic where Peggy Carter goes to Hogwarts? by @mariagvogel

warnings: mentions of war, my english

A/N: I loved this request and I hope this is what you imagined. This is actually rather without much content since I didn’t really know what to write about but if you have any other requests with Peggy going to Hogwarts, please tell me.

The professors at Hogwarts were usually well respected. Sure, there were one or two who didn’t have as much a authority as others and the students seemed to not always be at one about who those professors were. There was one thing, though, all the students seemed to agree on.

Professor Minerva McGonagall had the utmost respect of all teachers and students, even more so than Dumbledore.

A lot of those young wizards and witched that roamed the halls of the old castle had her as their idol for her talent and confidence was something everyone would have liked to have.

But who did McGonagall have as an idol when she had been just a student?

Well, that would be a lady the Hogwarts’ residents would soon get to know as their new DADA professor…

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“Albus, I got a reply”, Minerva said as she walked into the headmaster’s office. It was still summer break, which meant that the wizarding school was unusually quiet. However, Dumbledore and McGonagall were already planning the next school year and enjoying the last weeks that the halls wouldn’t be filled with noisy teens.

“I thought I had told you that Mister Scroop would be the next years DADA professor”, Dumbledore said without even looking up from the papers he was currently reading.

“I don’t think that’s a wise idea, Albus. That man’s way too old to be teaching the students anything, let alone powerful curses and counter curses!” McGonagall wrinkled her nose at that thought.

“Why not employ someone competent who would successfully prepare the kids?”

She emphasized the word prepare to make sure that Dumbledore knew exactly what she was talking about.

Dumbledore just sighed.

“I would feel better if we didn’t have to prepare them for anything…”

“Oh Merlin, Albus that is not our choice! There is a upcoming war and half if not all of those kids will be fighting it! We have to prepare them as best as we possibly can and you cannot tell me that there is any better choice than her! Except, of course, you teaching them how to defend themselves!”

“You flatter me Minerva”

“There is no time for flattery. This is a school and a school ought to teach its students accordingly, especially in times like this! Since you didn’t follow my advice, I took matters in my own hands and wrote her. I just got the reply that she is willing to be the new Defense against the Dark Arts professor. Are you really willing to let such an opportunity slip away? Because of what, Albus?”

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and put the papers aside. He took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead.

In times like this he looked rather like an old, tired man, than like the powerful wizard that he actually was.

“I am afraid, Minerva. What if employing her will only intensify the children’s’ wish to fight?”

“It is not in our power to protect them forever, but it is our duty to prepare them as best as possible for the world and right now that means for war. And, Albus, I’m sure that she won’t tell the children fairy tales about a romanticized war.”

“You are right, of course. You seem to always be right”, Dumbledore smiled at the witch, “I will  inform Mister Scroop of the change of plans and trust you to write our new professor that we would

be honored to welcome her to the first day of the coming school year.”

McGonagall nodded and turned to leave but before she exited she turned around again,

“Thank you”, and then left the office.

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The great hall was buzzing with noises. The sorting was over, and the tables had filled with food which means that the feast was in full swing.

After a while Dumbledore stood up and clapped his hands, making the food disappear and getting everyone’s attention.

“Welcome dear students for another, hopefully informative but also merry year at Hogwarts. There has been a few changes regarding the staff. As you see…”

Most of the students didn’t listen to a word the headmaster said, as they were too full to or simply too bored since most year’s speeches were rather similar to each other.

One point, however, got everyone’s attention:

“… As for the new Defense against the Dark Arts professor, we are happy to welcome Professor Carter into our ranks…”

He wasn’t able to say anymore, since a loud and excited uproar erupted. Of course every student knew the infamous Margaret Carter, one of the most successful aurors of all time and founder of the IWR, the International Wizarding Relations and the DIS, the Department of International Security. The thought that they would be taught by someone as powerful and experiences as her was enough to spread excitement through the whole castle; even the portraits and ghosts started gossiping.

Dumbledore was able, however, to get the students quiet enough to finish his speech.

“As I was saying, we are welcoming Professor Carter, who is unfortunately unable to join the feast today but will be here to her first lesson tomorrow morning. Now off to bed and have a good night!”

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The Gryffindor common room was quiet, only a few fires lit the cozy, red and golden room. Every Gryffindor was already in a deep slumber, too exhausted from the return to Hogwarts. Well, everyone except four boys, who were lying wide awake in their dormitory, discussing their new professor.

“Imagine what things she could teach us!” James exclaimed, jumping from his bed, closely followed by his best friend Sirius.

“No, imagine what things she has seen!”

“Guys! I’m sure someone like her has seen a lot but let’s be real, even someone like Peggy Carter needs to follow the curriculum! She won’t teach us extraordinaire curses…”

“Come on Remus, you’re such a killjoy!”

Remus rolled his eyes but couldn’t keep himself from laughing as he watched Sirius and James chasing each other, pretending to be in a dangerous battle to against some dark force.

“Come on over, Peter”, Remus laughed as Sirius jumped on the younger boy’s bed to escape some wicked curse, James had aimed at him, “We can share my bed until they’ve finished their battle”

The little, chubby boy climbed out of his own and into Peters bed, a relieved expression prominent on his face.

“Thanks, Rem”

The laughter of the four friend could be heard for a while as they chased and tickled each other.

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“Good Morning class”, a strong and authoritative voice echoed through the loud classroom.

“Mister Black, if you would be so kind to return to your seat and take Mister Potter with you, I think Miss Evans should have a break from his obtrusive and ridiculous behavior, thank you”

In an instant the classroom was so quiet, you could’ve heard an needle fall to the ground. All eyes were set on a middle-aged woman, dressed in elegant black robes: Professor Margaret Carter.

“I am Professor Carter, your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. I favour a teaching concept  after the saying ‘learning by doing’ but that doesn’t mean that there won’t be any theoretical units. For those I have brought my own books”, books started to fly through the room, so that each student had one exemplar, “in there you’ll find theoretical background info and practical instructions. I will structure my lesson so that you’ll learn the theoretical parts mostly as homework – I am sorry Mister Potter will that be a problem for you?- so that we’ll be able to do the practical part during the lessons, where I can instruct and help you to improve your abilities. If there are any questions don’t be shy to ask. And one other thing: Some people take longer to work out a spell than others, that is not a problem! As long as I see that you try your best and that you work hard, I will count your efforts. Are there any questions so far?”

The lesson went on smoothly with only a few interruptions. Professor Carter answered a lot of questions about her past, her years at Hogwarts and her work but still managed to get through the first chapter of the school book.

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It was late in the evening when Minerva heard a knock on the door that led to her office. She sighed and stood up from her large wooden desk. She rubbed her tired eyes and opened the door, expecting  Filch to tell her that some kids had been found outside their dormitories despite the late hour. What she did not expect was an old friend smiling warmly at her.

“Well, hello Minerva. I was wondering if you’d still be up and thought you might like to share a cup of tea with a friend?”

“Peggy, come in, come in!”

The new DADA professor followed Minerva into her office and sat down opposite from her at the wooden table. Minerva charmed a teapot to fill itself and produced some biscuits from a closet.

“So, how was you first day?” She asked Peggy

“Oh, it was surprisingly good, even though I already encountered the infamous Marauders you told me about.”

“What did they do this time?” Minerva asked while rolling her eyes exasperatedly.

“Nothing, they all seem to be very talented and bright boys, although I have to say they make an interesting group. I mean a Black as a Gryffindor, a twelve year old who already knows who he wants to marry – my sympathy to that Evans girl – and a werewolf…”

Minerva nodded in agreement but rose her eyebrows in confusion at the last statement.

“How do you…”

“…know that Remus Lupin is a werewolf?” Peggy finished Minerva’s question.

“I worked in the Ministry quite some time and believe me, his case caused quite the uproar back then… and Minnie, I do recognize a werewolf if I see one! Sure he is young, but the scars are unmistakably werewolf ones”

Minerva smiled at her friend, “Of course you do, I shouldn’t be surprised by now, should I?”

Both women laughed and continued to reminiscent old times well into the night.

You and I

(gifs not mine)

so i wrote this about my last relationship.. i mean we dated a long time and one day he just decided to leave my life without a word but in this story bucky comes back to the reader but my ex-boyfriend didn’t, so i made this a little personal. i might make a second part that if someone wants another one or if this story does any good. ill try to make more. but request are open. feedback would be amazing!!

songs ; you and i by pvris and eyelids by pvris (recommend you listen to both songs to understand a point of view on how the reader feels)

I’ll face my fear of the evening once I get used to this feeling

I can’t sleep That’s when you’re torn away from me

While I’m dreaming I feel you leaving.

You woke up startled by the bed constantly moving. Your head lifted off the pillow glancing to the clock it just hit 3 o’clock in the morning. As the movement continued you shifted to your side, bucky was having a nightmare, you sighed. You knew i was bad to wake him up, you knew he could hurt you before you could even think asking for help. But still, you still care. You’d wake him up, every time. You lifted your body on your elbow, your other hand flat against bucky’s chest. “Bucky it’s just a dream” you leaned over his body, your palms pressure stronger against his chest making his eyes snap open. His mental hand grabbed your wrist squeezing it too tightly “hey its okay its just me” you said you placed your free hand towards his face caressing it, making small circles on his cheek bucky let go of your wrist. “I’m sorry.. I-ii didn’t mean too” you hear bucky low but enough for you to hear. “It’s okay, you’re safe, your home” you said and his arms quickly made its way towards your waist pulling your body to his top as he laid on the bed again. Your arms hugged his sides and you pulled your head slightly, facing him. His eyes wandered over your features and he let out a sigh, almost a relieved sigh.”i love you so much Y/N” bucky said to you looking straight into your eyes, he said it like it was the last time he is ever going to see you.”i love you more bucky” you kissed him,the kiss was filled with sadness and happiness. You gave him a small smile and he smiled back giving you a kiss on your forehead. You buried your face in his neck falling back into your slumber.

The next morning you awoke stretching out your limbs, you placed your harm where bucky was suppose to be but you felt it was empty. You sat up and looked everywhere in the room and you had a feeling deep down something is not right. Then you notice all of bucky clothes is gone.your first thought was ‘maybe he had a mission?’ You questioned but shaking your head You got out of bed and open the bedroom only to find it was silent.

 “Bucky?” You called out waiting for a response. Nothing. You begin to walk towards the kitchen only to find no one was there. but a letter and breakfast made sitting on the table. You sat down and reach for the letter almost too scared to read what has been written in the letter but for your curiosity and worry you open the letter only to find there was 2 words, “i’m sorry” you started at the letter wondering why the 2 words and nothing else. With tears forming in your eyes you soon realized it all makes sense; the missing the clothes, the empty bed, the letter.Your heart ached, you have that heart dropping moment. He left you and he’s not coming back.

That was 2 years ago and you still remember it like it was yesterday. It was currently 7 o’clock when you were heading down to the bar to perform a cover song of your favorite band. You kept think after 2 years bucky would reach out to you but no calls, no texts, no nothing and you feel like he left you for someone else someone better than you. Steve would call to see if you’re okay but you would always say yeah and hang up. Once in awhile steve would knock but you acted like you weren’t home and waited til he left to continue what you were doing. To be honest you didn’t want to talk to steve or anyone that knew bucky, you were afraid to find out he’s with someone else.it almost killed you to think about bucky.

 “Earth to Y/N are you okay?” James the security guy said to you shaking you out of your thoughts. “Oh yeah i’m okay, just thinking” you lied, you just wanted to go home “oh c’mon i know you Y/N what’s going on?” He said giving you a little hug. James would always help you with set up to perform and most days when you were upset he’ll comfort you. He knew what happened between you and bucky but he wouldn’t bring in it unless you did, he knew how sensitive you were to the topic. “Just thinking about bucky that’s all..i miss him” you said looking at james, he gave you a sad smile “don’t think about it too much, now let’s prepare for your performance” he said grabbing your guitar and walking towards the stage. You looked around the bar it was pretty full but you kept looking hoping bucky would be here but no signed that he is here and you thought he wouldn’t even bother anyways. Moving your way towards the stage you grabbed your guitar and sat down with the mic in front of you. “I’ll be performing You and I by PVRIS” you said into the mic and everyone started to clap. And you started to song the first chorus;

“I know it’s warmer where you are And it’s safer by your side But right now I can’t be what you want Just give it time”

You sanged and you looked around and everyone seemed amazed by your voice, how gentle it sounded singing and you felt happy that everyone is enjoying your performance already. And the sadness you felt early was gone now cause you made many happy faces. You felt so alive singing to an actual audience that isn’t just your cat. Whenever you sing its like freedom to you, your peace in a destructive world. You always sing to bucky whenever he came back from a mission and he was the one that told you sing to people but you didn’t agree to sing to other people, you had a fear everyone would laugh at you but mostly stage fright. but now here you are been performing after 4 months since bucky left you, a way to cope from the empty feeling he left you.

“And if you and I Make it through the night And if you and I Can keep our love alive, we’ll fight”

You looked around and right before your eyes bucky and the whole avengers team sitting at a booth looking at you and smiling, you feel your chest tighten and your heart started to race, you stopped singing, you looked at bucky straight into his eyes for what felt like hours of staring, your mind started to think so you ran from the stage knowing everyone is now looking at you and wondering what happened. You needed air, it felt like the atmosphere in the bar was too much, you opened the back door and fell to the floor and you cried your heart out and you started to think. After 2 years he just know to show up ? with everyone?! God you wanted to hate him but you love him so much you couldn’t. 

“Y/N ?” you hear a man behind you called out but you knew it had to be him, it had to be bucky calling you out. So you turned and it was bucky with worried eyes and a sad faces looking at you trying to figure out what was wrong. “Bucky” you said looking at him angry and sadness started to build up. You stepped closer to him to have a better view of his face, dark circles surrounding his eyes, it looks like he hasn’t slept either or have shaven. You want to kiss him and slap him. You wanted to know why he left, why he left you and only saying ‘im sorry’. So many question you wanted to ask but it doesn’t anymore.”i haven’t seen you for 2 years?! And you just randomly show up to my performance?! Is this your way of saying sorry for leaving me out of the blue?” You said stepping closer to him so you could see his face expression, all you can see it was sadness and tiredness.

”look i know i know what i did was wrong but hear me out okay?” Bucky said looking at you for confirmation to continue to talk, “go on” you said shaking your head at him. “Okay so the day after i left i had a nightmare, and it was about HYDRA taking you and they killed you in front of me and i was so shaken up by it so when the morning came, i looked at you. God you always looked gorgeous sleeping so peaceful and gentle, i would hate myself if anything happened to you. So i took all my clothes and i wrote that card and left to live with Steve. And i told Steve to go check up on you and when you didn’t answer his calls or open up the door i just gave up after 2 years i thought you moved on until today Steve found out you were performing so i came to see you Y/N i love you okay and i want to be with you, im sorry for leaving..i should’ve talked to you” he said looking at you for forgiveness. You would always forgive how could you not ? you loved him and he loved you but you felt this time you shouldn’t forgive him, but you did cause you missed him . “bucky you were gone for 2 years, i cried myself to sleep, ive thought i wasn’t good enough. Jesus bucky i told you things, But gosh ive missed your presence at home and i miss your scent and i miss wearing your clothes” You had tears forming in your eyes. just looking at him made your chest feel likes someone is sitting on it and you cant breath, you dont even remember how to breath right. “I feel lightheaded bucky” you said putting your hand on your head and the other on bucky’s arm, you didn’t even get the chance to say another word when you collapsed to the ground.

For @spoonking-andmasterofyoursoul…song is “Gasoline” by Halsey. Such a good song, by the way. Enjoy!

Y/N let out a yawn as she padded around the large room. She was currently wearing her workout clothes. She had napped through the earlier training session. She was glad Steve didn’t wake her up for it: she had a brutal mission the night previous. However, when she did wake up, it appeared the tower was empty. Y/N thought about asking JARVIS, maybe catch up with them, but decided against it. It was rare she got the tower to herself and she was going to use it to her advantage.

This was why she was making her way to the largest training room in the tower. A smirk played at her lips as she entered the empty facility. The sight brought her a sense of serenity. It was one of those feelings that one enjoyed, like the same feeling when sitting in a small library.

“JARVIS,” she spoke up, “Could you play my playlist ‘Powerhouse’?” “Of course, Ms. Y/N.” “Loud volume, as well, please.” “Understood.”

Y/N began her workout as the song began to play. She hurried through her workout; stretching, boxing, lifting, and even a little gymnastics. She paused her workout for another water break as one song ended. A smooth sound, belonging to the following song, caused her to shut her eyes. An idea popped into her head. Normally she wouldn’t, but no one was around, so why not?

Bucky strolled through the tower, heading to the main floor. His ears perked up as he felt music pounding through the floors. He knitted his brows. He was sure he was alone in the tower. The rest of the team went to hang out at a club. They wouldn’t be back until later.

Still confused, Bucky made his way toward the thumping music. It didn’t take long to deduce it was coming from the training room. The closer he got, the clearer the words became.

Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me? Just to pour that sucker down the drain like me? Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?

Bucky peeked in and saw Y/N moving gracefully across the mat. His eyes widened at her movements. He wasn’t sure what he was more surprised at, Y/N being the only one home or the fact that she was dancing. He didn’t even know she could dance. She had always been so shy about it. Bucky blushed, realizing exactly what he was doing: spying on his crush. Still, he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

She dropped her shoulders and head back in time with the music.

Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me? Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?

She dipped down to roll across the mat, torso arching slightly. Her head circled, hair following.

Do the people whisper ‘bout you on the train like me? Saying that you shouldn’t waste your pretty face like me?

She popped up and lifted one leg in the air. Her arms held onto the leg.

And all the people say…

Her body twisted before leading into a leap.

“You can’t wake up, this is not a dream, You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being, With your face all made up, living on a screen, Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

Oh, oh, oh, oh, I think there’s a flaw in my code, Oh, oh, oh, oh, These voices won’t leave me alone,

Bucky watched on with awe. The way she moved was seamless, never missing a beat, never missing a step. He felt so stupid. How couldn’t she dance when she was as skilled a fighter as she was? It must’ve been second nature to her. The former assassin’s breathing had grown heavy.

Without having realized it, Bucky had stepped toward her, being drawn in by her movements. Even more amazing, through it all, he realized he was connecting with the song. He related to it, understood it.

And all the people say…

"You can’t wake up, this is not a dream, You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being, With your face all made up, living on a screen, Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

It was so similar it was nearly a physical ache. Y/N managed to detail his emotions through her dancing. He wondered if she related to it as much as he did. Bucky lowered his head as he thought, the ache growing in his chest.

Unbeknownst to him, Y/N spun and caught sight of his figure. She fumbled for just a moment. She knew he must’ve been watching as evidenced by his crimson blush. But, there seemed to be something else. He seemed pensive, upset. This worried her a bit.

In time with the music, she walked over to him as silently as possible. She wasn’t mute, but he was too consumed by his thoughts. Gently, she reached out and grabbed his hand. His gaze shot up, still soaking in the words.

Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold.

“Are you okay?” she whispered. He gave her a small, shy smile. “Y-Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” She smirked at him. “It’s alright. The song does a pretty good job at keeping me calm, so I’m gonna spare your ass today.” Bucky laughed. “I appreciate that.”

He rubbed his metal thumb across her knuckles. The words continued to wash over him. After a moment, Bucky half-grinned.

“I think that’s my new favorite song.” Y/N’s raised a shocked brow. “Really? Mr. 1940s likes a newer song?”

He nodded while gently pulling her closer. She felt her heart begin to race. A blush of her own crept up her neck and cheeks. His lips ghosted over hers as he spoke.

“You definitely had something to do with it,” he murmured.

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Take Time to Realize (Part 1 of 2)

Request: They are best friends and the reader likes Bucky but he doesn’t like her and when she confesses it’s like one of those ‘you never know what you have until it’s gone’. After that Bucky realizes his feeling for the reader.

Word Count: 2,758

Warnings: Angst.

Music Inspiration: Colbie Caillat’s Realize

A/N: Hope you like it, @kmwiinchester! Let me know what you all think of this :) 

Bucky strides into your room with a bag of chips in his hands, sitting on your bed and nudging your side. You give him an annoyed look. “What do you want?”

“I just want my best friend back,” he grins.

“Yeah, well, I’m doing something right now,” you answer, typing your report out as fast as you can. It was due in a few hours and you still had to review it and send it to your professor.

“Come on, Y/N!” he whines, laying his head on your shoulder. “I’m busy tonight. And you’ve been working on this for the better part of the week. I miss you, doll.”

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I was walking through the toy aisle at Target when I found this thing and had a VIOLENT AND IMMEDIATE FLASHBACK to when JP first came out and they had a bunch of REALLY COOL T Rex toys that I would have sold one of my scrawny small-child limbs for but my mother wouldn’t get me one because they were “too violent and also ate people” :(

*internally screaming* SIRI KNOWS THE TRUTH!!!

WHY WRITERS ARE HUMAN CATS:

always napping

will hiss if disturbed

kinda introverts 

but also crave attention

just consider this part 1 of some civil war inspired doodles

Steggy au: The world Steve woke up to after 70 years had changed … except for his best girl who was as brave, tenacious and beautiful as ever. “Howard had his theories, your blood, vita-ray exposure, that kiss, but nothing conclusive really to explain my accelerated healing.”                     As always, they made a formidable team and together they fought to bring down Hydra once and for all. [ my steggy secret santa gift for galaxyqueenrey ]