↝ warnings: more like a fill in chapter but I like it soooo :)
↝ a/n: IM SEEING HARRY THIS WEEK WTF
↝ previous parts: 1 | 2
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yourInstagram i was on my way to buy some flowers for you💐
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ynscamera omg????
ynscamera the grapejuice quote?
ynscamera the vinyl? the magazine??
ynscamera I’m dead
harryfan1 the harrification of Y/n L/n
harryflorals Harry’s House is for Y/n.
ynfan1 and only her😤
harryfan2 THE VINYL, THE MAGAZINE, AND THE CD COPY—Y/N IS A HARRIE
yourinstagram hahaaaaa I’ve been caught! Had to expose myself after we finished filming bc I refuse to inflate his ego🙄
harryfan2 OMG HI
ynfan2 Y/n consistently humbling Harry is hilarious to me
harrystyles Send my regards to Garfield x
ynfan3 STOP IT
ynfan4 HE MET GARFIELD?????
harryfan3 OMG HE’S ACTIVE
harrystyles and I do not have an inflated ego x
yourinstagram “And I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch”🧍♀️
harryfan4 HE COMMENTED TWICE WHAT THE FUCK
harryfan5 Y/N—😭😭😭
ynfan5 the passive aggressive tension between these two is thiccccc
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harryflorals HARRY OUT IN NEW YORK TODAY
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harryfan6 OUT OF NEW YORRRRRRKKKKKK
harryfan7 IM ON THE COMEDOWN SPEED
harryfan8 the backwards hat is giving frat!harry🫠
ynscamera HARRY TAKING OVER NEW YORK❤️
harryfan9 WHAT IS HIS WALLPAPER
ynfan6 ain’t no way this man is wearing a SWEATSHIRT in the NY heat😭😭😭
ynfan7 he’s wearing it in a “cool” way he never gets hot
harryfan10 ^took me a min to get💀
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harrystyles Love On Tour. New York City I. August, 2022.
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harris_reed The true Can-Can dancer🕺
alessandro_michele 🤍🍓🤍
thegarden WHAT A NIGHT ❤️ LET’S DO IT AGAIN 14 MORE TIMES
harryfan11 YES
harryfan12 HIRE ME PLEASE
ynfan8 SLAYYYY ILY
harryfan13 DO YALL NEED A JANITOR
yourinstagram you’re gonna split your pants in half one day❤️
ynfan9 I MEAN SHES NOT WRONG
ynfan10 is this how you act when you have a crush on someone @yourinstagram? 👀
harryfan14 I’m cackling
harryfan15 MISS MAAM ARE YOU GOING TO SEE HIM AT MSG?????????
harryfan16 omg you really are a harrie🥹
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ynscamera Y/N IN NEW YORK TODAY
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ynfan11 WAIT WHAT???
ynfan12 IS SHE SEEING HARRY OR IS THIS FOR WORK???
ynfan13 Harry’s rubbing off her👀
harryfan17 adidas gang😌
ynfan14 I THOUGHT SHE WAS IN THE UK
ynscamera WELL APPARENTLY SHE’S NOT
harryfan18 SO NOT ONLY DO I HAVE TO BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR HARRY IN NY BUT Y/N TOO???
harryfan19 I WANT A Y/NRRY REUNION😤
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ynscamera Thank you @/nytimes for having me! Especially for listening to me get sidetracked during every question. ‘Twas an honor🤎📰
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emmawatson Absolutely loved this interview, I adore you even more♥️
yourinstagram I LOVE YOU♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
brielarson Woman crush every single day😍
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ynfan15 you see Brie gets it🙌
ynfan16 Harry Styles would agree too, y’all didn’t hear it from me tho🤭
chrisevans 💙💙💙
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ynfan17 UMMM HELLO??
ynfan18 👀👀👀
harrystyles beautiful interview♥️
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ynfan19 you and y/n are beautiful 🫶
harryfan20 “he’s ethereal. He has this aura that just attracts people and makes them feel so loved, it’s impossible to not love him.” IM ON THE FLOOR SOBBING
harryfan21 you’re so active it’s weird
imsebastianstan the side tracking was the cherry on top
ynfan20 SEBBY
ynfan21 I love how she mentioned Fresh in the interview😫 gonna binge watch all her and Seb’s interviews together
ynfan22 Y/n don’t act like we don’t see all these men in your comments👀 How’re your DMs looking like🤔
ynfan23 NO SERIOUSLY THOUGH
harryfan22 I only ship her with Harry tbh
harryfan23 @/harryfan22 they’re just friends😕
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ynscamera Y/N POSTED THIS THEN DELETED IT???
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ynfan24 SHE’S AT MSG OH MY GOF
ynfan25 WHY DID SHE DELETE IT
ynscamera probably didn’t want to be spotted! She hasn’t posted anything about the concert after
harryfan24 IM AT MSG RN BUT IM AT PIT SO I CANT SEE HER
harryfan25 I THINK SHES AT THE 300S OR SOMETHING SHE’S PRETTY FAR
harryfan26 ITS ZOOMED IN SHE COULD BE WAY TOWARDS THE TOP IN THE PRIVATE BOXES
ynfan26 holy crap y’all are quick
ynfan27 can you guys try not to spot her, I’m sure she doesn’t want to be noticed and wants to enjoy the concert
ynfan28 I WANT A Y/NRRY PICTURE BUT I FEEL LIKE THIS IS GONNA BE ANOTHER NARRY SITUATION
harryfan27 NO SERIOUSLY IT IS
harryflorals please respect Y/n’s privacy! She’s clearly trying to stay lowkey, she deleted the story for a reason.
Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.
fluff prompt for bucky having a comfort blanket and the only person he lets borrow it is reader.... and maybe sam relentlessly teases him for it:)
keep you warm | bucky barnes drabble
summary: bucky never thought he would trust someone enough to borrow the only thing he's kept from his past. but isn't life a funny thing?
word count: 587
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
tags: pure fluff
a/n: oh goodness this request is so ridiculously adorable!! fluff is not one of my strengths but i hope i did it justice for you, lovely anon :)
Bucky is not a sentimental man.
After 106 years on earth—much of that time spent outside the realm of his control—he's come to learn that life is not made up of things, but of moments. Sharing a drink by the lake with Sam. Waking up in the early mornings to AJ and Cass' raucous laughter, the cling of Steve's—now Sam's—shield as it grazes the corner of the kitchen wall. Then, in the afternoon, shouts of boys, get in here right this second when Sarah discovers the spot, paint already chipping.
Life, most importantly, is made up of moments with you. Your fingers tracing circles up his spine. Your lips on his. Moments that can't be boxed up and stored in the back of a cupboard, collecting dust, but remembered, always.
Bucky is not a sentimental man, but there is one thing he's kept. One thing he can't bring himself to give away.
It comes in the form of a blanket, white and worn. Edges frayed from overuse, cloth speckled with small holes from the many times it'd snagged on the metal plates of his left arm, from the times he'd clutched it forgetting he is not a man, but a weapon disguised as one.
The blanket his mother made for him.
It's the only thing he's kept from his past—other than the dog tags hanging loose from his neck—the only thing he's allowed himself to have. He doesn't know how it's survived this long, actually, only that he'd stuffed it in his backpack in Bucharest and it hadn't left his sight since. He's never even let another person touch it, for fear it'd disappear.
Well... except you.
You asked him once if you could use it; you were cold and your jacket was in the other room. And, well, he couldn't say no to you, could he? Not then, not now. Not when you looked up at him with those innocent eyes of yours; when the smile you gave, small as it was, felt to him like being bathed in sunlight.
So he'd given it to you, Sam in the back watching the exchange with a knowing grin. It felt strange, handing this piece of him to you so readily, so easily. Yet, at the same time, nothing had ever felt so right.
You hadn't known the blanket's significance—how could you? Yet you'd still held it as though it was precious, tattered though it was. The pads of your fingers tracing the seams like a musician plucks at violin strings; and Bucky didn't doubt, for a moment, that your touch would bring music. You touched everything like that, even him—especially him—not in a way that made him feel breakable, but in a way that said, look at you. I love you. I want to hold you and never let you go.
You're touching him like that now.
The both of you are sat on the couch, legs entangled beneath the white blanket, feet sticking out because it isn't big enough for the both of you. You're laughing along with Sam at something on TV, hand mindlessly running up and down the length of Bucky's metal arm, and even though Bucky can't feel your warmth, he can feel it. Like nothing he's ever felt before.
"Isn't that funny, Buck?" You say to him now, shifting on Bucky's lap so you can grin up at him. From the sofa across, Sam straightens, a sly smile dancing on his own lips.
summary: You don’t like chocolate covered strawberries.
warnings: none, this fic is like a quickie.
a/n: I got this while eating strawberries and was reminded of how much I actually hate eating chocolate covered strawberries. Personally not my best, but it was something for me to practice writing Chris again😭 More stuff coming soon :)
The front door clicked shut, followed by the soft humming of your boyfriend. His footsteps echoed in the hallway as he made his way back to the dinning room, which was littered with vases of flowers, heartfelt letters, and little gifts. Dodger was with you, sniffing some of the flowers on the floor, and letting out a sneeze whenever his nose felt overwhelmed by the mixes of sweet and musky scents of the flowers.
You were reading a note from your co-star, Andrew Garfield, when you heard Chris let out an “Ooo” from the hallway. Whatever piqued his curiosity made you look up in interest. Chris entered the dining room, dressed in one of his old crew neck sweaters, sweats, and socks to keep him warm from the cold.
The corners of his lips turned up when your eyes connected. He walked towards you with a skip in his step, “Another special delivery for my Oscar nominee.”
You let out a small giggle at the new nickname he’s created ever since you’ve been announced as one of the lucky actors to be nominated for “Best Actress” in the Oscars. You were absolutely thrilled to be nominated—in fact being nominated was big enough of an honor for you. Even if you didn’t win, much to Chris’s dismay, you knew you were doing great at your job if you were able to be nominated for an Oscar.
Chris placed a wet kiss to your cheek, setting a box and another arrangement of flowers in front of you. Your mouth made an “o” shape as you gently touched the flowers.
“This one is so pretty.” You expressed. As much as you wanted to name all the flowers in the arrangement, you couldn’t, though the pastel colors of each flower were beautiful. Chris looked over your shoulder, one of his arms wrapping around your waist. His palm rested against your stomach, enjoying the warmth of your skin beneath your (his) shirt.
“We should put it in the living room, kinda matches the stuff we have in there.” Chris suggested, placing his chin atop your head. You gasped, turning around to face him, “Stop! I was just thinking that.”
“Same brain.” He chuckled with a shake of his head. He pressed a kiss to your temple this time before jutting his chin towards the note attached to the box, “Who’s it from?”
You turn back towards the table and slide the card out from under the ribbon. You quickly read through the note.
“Between you and Chris, you’re my favorite now;) Congrats on the well deserved Oscar nomination, you’ve got this in the bag!! — All the love, Mackie”
A smile formed on your lips after you saw who it was from, “It’s from Mackie.” You held up the small card for Chris to read. He tilted his head back a bit and mouthed the words on the card.
“Asshole.” He muttered, rolling his eyes jokingly. You put the card down and slide the box open to reveal six chocolate covered strawberries. The chocolate coats were red with gold glitter sprinkled on them. Some strawberries had little chocolate Oscar statues on them, which you thought were cute.
“Ooo, fancy.” Chris hummed from behind you. He was quick to ask, “Can I have some? Please?”
“You can have them all.” You offer him the box. Chris stares at you confusingly, his brows contorting together as his body moved back to get a better look at you.
“But they’re yours.” He responded.
You shrugged, “I don’t really like chocolate covered strawberries.” The thumb stroking your skin paused as Chris froze behind you.
“I thought you liked strawberries and chocolate?”
“Yeah, separately.” You pointed out as a matter or factly.
“How do you not like chocolate covered strawberries? They’re like the most romantic desserts ever.” He said defensively, his hands coming to rest at his hips—doing that infamous Captain America pose he was known for.
“They are not.” You challengingly quipped.
“That’s bullshit.” Chris remarked, waving a hand at you. A boyish grin on his face as you both got invested in a debate about chocolate covered strawberries. In your defense, you didn’t see the big deal about chocolate covered strawberries. From your experience, they were the least romantic dessert ever.
“Chris! They literally crumble as soon as you bite into them and they get stuck on your teeth.” You explain amusingly and cross your arms.
“Two years together and this is the first time I’m hearing about this.” Chris shakes his head. Silence fills the dinning room before he motions to the box, “So I can have them all?”
You playfully roll your eyes and shove the box into his chest, “Knock yourself out.”
Chris punches the air and lets out an excited “yess!”. He takes a large bite out of one of the strawberries, the chocolate coat multiplying into small pieces and falling into the box, some landing on his beard.
He sloppily kisses your cheek making you grimace, “Thank you, love you.” He says, though it came out muffled.
“Love you too, you goof.” You reply laughing.
Grabbing the flowers from Mackie and the box of strawberries, he leaves the dinning room to go to the living room.
Before leaving, he looks at you over his shoulder,“Babe, remind me to not get you chocolate covered strawberries for Valentine’s.”
How have you been? I’m sad to hear you had a sucky afternoon 😔
Oh how much I missed you and our conversations!💕It’s finals week but I’m doing ok. I have one more final and essay to do, so I’m still grinding. I think the tiredness of the semester and having to maintain my social life with friends on campus have just clashed together. I just realized how draining it is to interact with other people and what not, I felt very left out of my friend group today and have been feeling it for a while now.
But I hope you’re doing well, I can’t wait till we can return to our time zoned talks!! I miss you so much xx
I apologize for the ranting, it’s just nice to share this with someone who isn’t my cousin or (especially) my friends. Things have been a little rough in the friends department :’)
I’ve missed you too!! I know you’ll smash out this last essay like you always do! It’s tricky trying to work out the balance when you’re starting something new ☺️ oh no! That really sucks, I wish I could give you a hug right now, sounds to me that you need it.
I’m doing really well considering I’m working my butt off now it’s approaching Christmas time. Also, don’t ever apologise for ranting. You can always rant to me 💕
oooo for your sleepover can you do : “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes” with bucky and like maybe a barista reader or something and he’s just a big ball of cute nerves and sam is like in the back cheering him on but also cringing at the situation skfhfhsj i love you <3 congratulations on 10k
Thank you so much! I love you! I hope you like this! xox
"Can we go to that one coffee shop?" Bucky asks Sam as the two of them walk down the street. Bucky shoves his hands into his jeans pockets while glancing towards his friend.
"Which one, dude? There's like six within this block," Sam laughs, causing Bucky to glare at him. The brunette grumbles to himself and continues towards the coffee shop he likes to go to. "You know the reason you only like going to this one is because of a certain barista."
Bucky sighs and glances towards the dark-skinned man. "Is that bad? I figured you'd be glad that I'm trying," he mutters while shrugging his shoulders.
"Oh, I am," Sam mentions as the two of them walk into the coffee shop. "I'm glad someone's able to melt that cold heart of yours."
Your eyes lift at the sound of Sam Wilson's voice, a large grin coming to your lips at the sight of Bucky.
"Morning, gentlemen!" You greet the men, keeping your gaze on the broody brunette.
"Morning," Bucky smiles and taps his flesh fingers against the counter. "How are you?"
Your heart flutters in your chest as he gives you his full attention. "I'm good, Bucky. How are you?" You ask him while putting in his usual order.
"I'm doing alright. Better now," he says while handing you the correct amount of cash.
You hand the brunette his change to which he places into your tip cup immediately. "I'll bring out your stuff," you tell him and Bucky nods his head in response.
Bucky and Sam walked over to their usual booth they sit in. His blue eyes watch you make his simple ass coffee before you move to grab the muffin he likes.
"You're so smitten by her," Sam comments while typing away on his phone.
The super-soldier rolls his eyes as you walk over to him. "Here you go, Bucky," you grin before sitting down across from him. "Anything new on the superhero agenda?"
Sam snorts and shakes his head. "Actually, no. We're kind of on a break," he informs you and pats Bucky's shoulder. "It makes this guy get out of his tiny apartment more."
A giggle leaves your lips as Bucky watches you, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Well, if he wants to get out of his apartment more I have this paint 'n' sip tonight," you offer while quickly glancing towards the super-soldier, "if he wants to come."
Sam slaps Bucky's arm while humming. "Dude, that sounds like a fantastic idea. You should go with her," he grins.
Bucky's lips part before bringing a hand to his face, scratching at his jaw. "Uh, what's a paint 'n' sip?" He innocently asks as a blush covers his cheeks.
You smile fondly at the man and rest your chin against the palm of your hand. "You practically try to paint a picture while drinking," you explain to him as Sam excuses himself.
"Oh," Bucky whispers.
"You don't have to go if you're not comfortable with it, Bucky," you reassure him, resting your hand on his. "Just thought we could hang out."
Bucky glances down at you with furrowed brows. He wets his lips before speaking up. "Well, do you come here often?" He attempts to flirt and cringes immediately afterward.
You let out a short laugh and gently bite your lip. "Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say yes," you whisper while lacing your fingers with his.
"Sorry, that was… that was really bad," Bucky chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.
"It's alright. You're extremely adorable," you tell him before squeezing his hands.
Bucky smiles softly and moves his gaze to your entwined hands. "What time's that paint 'n' sip tonight?" He asks you, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.
"You wanna go?" You ask him excitingly, your eyes widening.
"Only if you're going," he mutters shyly and your heart flutters. "I would like to get to know you better."
You grin widely and spring up from your chair, throwing yourself into his arms. "Oh my god, Bucky," you whisper and wrap your arms around his neck.
Bucky's eyes flutter shut and he hugs you tightly. "You make me feel normal," he whispers into your ear.
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