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One admires Perfection the Other Embraces Imperfection
|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader
|| summary : When Clint's birthday comes sooner than Bucky realized, Steve forced him to go buy some gift for Hawkeye. Figuring that flowers were an easy enough gift, he takes a visit to the flower on the corner of the street..
There, he meets a cute florist, someone who seemed to melt his cold heart. How will Bucky navigate this modern world romance? Will he allow himself to fall in love? If so.. How will he keep this from the team? And how will you react to him being the Winter Soldier?
|| warning : this is a series that im writing on both ao3 , im js posting this on tumblr cz why not? yk? also, every part im not adding the summary, it's js for this !!
|| wc : 1.7k
âCâmon, Buck, you have to get him a gift. Heâs your friend.â
âNo, heâs your friend, I doubt any of your friends actually still want me around.â
âSam likes y-â
âSam doesnât count.â
Bucky and Steve had been going at it for the past while, it was Clintâs birthday tomorrow and Steve really, really wanted Bucky to get more used to the team. After the whole fallout with the Sokovia Records, everyone was lucky that it was put aside. Buckyâs crimes were pardoned as well as the majority of Capâs team, but it was still real tense.
It was a wonder Tony let them all still live in the Tower. I mean, not all of them lived there. Thor and Loki came and went, Clint lived with his family in god knows where, Peter lived with his aunt but visited VERY frequently, and Wanda and Vision moved out to live on their own. Which is.. Completely understandable.
âClint likes.. He likes you, I mean he was on our side, remember?â
Bucky shot a wary look Steveâs way, his eyebrow twitching up before rolling his eyes. âIf I were to get Barton something, what does he even like? I know nothinâ âbout your friends.â
â.. Itâd be safe to get him flowers.â Steve shrugged and stood up from Buckyâs desk chair, before this, Steve barged into his best friend's room and started interrogating him about the birthday. âThough, you could check in with Romanoff.â
With a quiet grunt, Bucky nodded and flopped back in bed as Steve walked out. He hated this. Well, hate was a strong word. It was strange to him, having this much freedom. He had the freedom to try to get closer to people, yet he didnât.. Know how to. Heâd forgotten. He was better at this back in his day.
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âFlowers?â Natasha quirked her eyebrow up before she hit the dummy with a hard kick. Sheâd been training for the past hour or so, blowing off some steam. âClint likes the basics, roses, lilies, yâknow.â
âAnd youâre sure itâs a good idea?â
âHe likes flowers, I think heâd like something more practical, but heâs probably not expecting much from you,â She punched the dummy repeatedly, giving it no time to try and bounce back. After a few moments, and ine final blow, the dummy flew across the room and tumbled down. âNo offense.â
âNone taken.â Bucky mentally checked that off.. Roses, lilies.. Basic flowers. Something practical. âWhat other things does he like?â
Natasha hummed and walked over to the dummy, carrying it back to the original spot as she thought. âLaura,â She could practically feel Bucky ask, so she cut him off. âBartonâs wife mentioned he wanted to get into carving. Maybe get him a knife for that?â
âOh.â He nodded slowly and checked that down. âThank you, Romanoff.â
âCall me Natasha,â She spared him a sideways glance and lazy smile before she went back to beating the crap out of some training dummy.
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With some research (asking F.R.I.D.A.Y), Bucky found a small flower shop with good ratings, but not too many, meaning it was smaller. He didnât like going out in the public all too much just yet. Felt too.. Vulnerable? He didnât know. He just hated people.
Well, thankfully, he found a more isolated shop. It was a 15 minute walk from the tower, it was a flower shop that served as a bookstore as well. A real cute scene. A scene where Bucky felt out of place.
The small bell on the top of the door rung as Bucky swung the door open. He had a baseball hat on, his red henley, and a jacket to try and.. Hide who he was. Didnât want some poor old lady to get scared when seeing him. (He assumed that the owner was some little lady.)
âJust a minute!â
Bucky froze at the voice, okay, didnât sound like an old lady. He pushed his hat closer to his head as he heard shuffling from the back.
Instead of a little lady, he found you. You popped out of the back door, stack of boxes in your arms, and a big smile on your face. Charming, cute almost.
âWelcome to the Flower Parlor! How can I help yâtoday?â You recited what you said to other customers most likely, as you put the boxes down on the ground, on the other side of the counter.
As Bucky watched you straighten yourself out, your shoulders stiffened as you looked up at him. Oh god, he looked real scary. Baseball hat, dark jacket, looks like heâs gonna rob the place! Ah, but he wouldn't get much from here.
âI need help with a birthday gift.â
Oh wow, his voice sent a shiver down your spine. His voice was as if.. Well, you didnât know, but it was really nice! He had- yeah, he had a nice voice, god get a grip.
âOoh! Alrighty, tell me âbout the birthday person and Iâll gladly make a bouquet for âem! And a nice book to go along with it too!â In a swift motion, you grabbed some semi-transparent paper you used to make bouquets and watched him expectantly.
âUh, he..â God, what did Clint like? âLikes.. Bow ân arrows.â
You raised a brow at the factoid Bucky dropped but didnât question, instead, you grabbed some Hyacinths and placed them neatly on the paper, making sure to make it look pretty.
This kept going, heâd drop a factoid of Clint, youâd grab a flower. Hyacinths because they represented Apollo, who was the god of Archery. White roses to represent loyalty, A few hydrangeas because Bucky said he was a âfamily manâ and a few babyâs breaths to fluff it up a bit more and you were done! The bouquet consisted of a more purple and white color palette, in turn, you made the ribbon that held it together a dark purple.
âOh, uh, thank you.â Bucky muttered as you handed the bouqet of flowers to him. He hadnât held one since.. Well, almost 80 years ago.
âAnd a book, whaddya think your birthday guy likes târead?â
âOh- uh-â Bucky took a sharp breath in and shrugged.
To that, you let out a small giggle, running your hand through your messy hair before you looked on your bookshelf, trying to find some good book. Oh, but Bucky wasnât paying attention to what he could be getting Clint, no, he stopped the moment that laugh left your lips.
Didnât know why, but that laugh just stopped his thinking. It was so light, gentle. Man, no one at the Tower was this soft, the- the opposite actually. Yet here you were, actually laughing at Buckyâs confusion.. It wasnât condescending, more amused, actually. God! Get a grip, James, youâre not gonna see âem again after this.
âHow âbout a classic? The Hobbit? Or maybe Their Eyes were Watching God?â
âI remember reading The Hobbit.â
âYeah? Howâdya like it?â
â.. Donât like wizards all that muchâ
Again, you snorted and started to laugh at his disdain to wizards. Which was fair, he wasnât the biggest fan of Dr. Strange, but he liked him better than.. Well, a whole heck of a lot of people.
âThen how âbout Their Eyes were Watching God?â You put the Hobbit back on the shelf and walked up to him, extending your hand and handing the book to him. Your fingers touched momentarily, his gloved hand met your soft ones and Buckyâs mind blanked for a moment. God! He was actinâ like a schoolboy back when he found out Daisy liked him back in grade school all those years ago.
âYeah, okay, yeah.â With a hurrid nod, Bucky took the book and held everything in his left hand, fumbling for his wallet with his right. âHow much do I owe you?â
âItâs on the house.â
âWhat?â
âEh, youâre a much better customer than I usually get,â You shrugged and pushed your hands in the pockets of your apron. âUsually I get assholes who wanna buy flowers after cheating on their partners.. Ah, youâre here for a friend though! So.. Yeah, on the houseâ
âI canât, lemme just-â
âReally, youâre fine-â
âI insist-â
The bell of the door jingled and cut you both off, you yelled out âJust a minute!â just like you did for Bucky. A small smile on your face as you turned back up to the man in front of you, who was still grabbing a $20 bill and shoved it to you.
âOh-â You sighed before letting out a small snort. âFine, you win this time, Mr..â
âJames.â
âJames.â You repeated and took the bill, pocketing it into your apron. Heart bearing as you nodded to him and backed away. âWell, I hope your friend has a good birthday. It was nice meeting you, James.â
Bucky gave a small smile and nodded as he walked to the door. The bell jingled again as he opened it. âThank you.â
And with that he left.
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Buckyâs heart was still racing as he got back to his room at the Tower, get a grip, soldier, canât act like a fucking teenager. And as much as he hated it, he was an avenger! He canât- oh god.
âBuck?â Steveâs voice was muffled as he knocked on Buckyâs door before opening it. His eyes flickering to the bouquet on his night stand and back to Bucky. âHey, thatâs real nice! Flowers, told you it was a good ideaâ
âShut it, punkâ He muttered and pushed his face into the mattress.
âSomeoneâs moody,â his best friend muttered. âWhatâs wrong?â
The second the question left Steveâs lips, Bucky shook his head and sat up, running a hand through his hair and his expression hardened. Get a fuckibg grip, Sargeant.
âLike I said, nothing.â
It was so clear that Steve didnâr believe it. But, with how things had recently been, he didnât wanna push it.
âWell, how was getting the flowers?â
âGood..â Bucky glanced at the flowers and immediately remembered how gentle your hands were. Placing them down strategically and quickly, but with the elegance of a dancer. âReally good.â
â.. Youâre acting weirdâ Steve huffed with a chuckle. âCâmon, letâs go on a run, you needa clear your head up.â
Bucky nodded and stood up from the bed. He was fine with being told what to do, it was easier than having his freedom.
Easier than thinking of the cute florist.
|| FIRST PART IS POSTED! after i post all the parts i've already made, ill post a masterlist of the parts :)
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that's right folks we're doing it again!! starting on the first of October, it's: Monkie Destiny Challenge 2024: VS Edition!!
Here's how it's gonna work, for each day, there are two prompts. Which prompt gets filled the most will determine whether Chaos or Balance wins that day, and in the end it will all be added up to find out which one was the over all winner!
So it's a little bit like artfight, except there aren't really teams. You can switch back and forth depending on which prompts you like.
GUIDELINES:
Please attempt to keep this event SFW, so that everyone may join in!!!
Ships and OCs are Allowed!!! Have fun!!!
You may do Art or Writing- or simply whatever creation this inspires you to do!!!
Tag every post with #Monkie Destiny Challenge 2024, so that we may all see your creations!!
Note: this is subject to change, but I might post another invite link to the Destiny Server during the first week of October. We'll see.
Transcribed ist of prompts under the cut!
Chaos:
Snake
Darkness
Shatter
Escape
Orange
Despair
Time
Memory
Power
Mania
Dream
Constellation
Night
Sand
Lava
Spell
Snow
Loophole
Headphones
Cat
Dust
Trapped
Song
Fire
Legend
Treasure
Life
Mountain
Rainbow
Wild
Hope
Balance:
Dragon
Light
Mend
Language
Blue
Ocean
Race
Butterfly
Lost
Lucid
Nightmare
Comet
Day
Glass
Chocolate
Curse
Cycle
Sweet
Wind
Dog
Age
Saved
Forever
Moon
Sun
Gem
Hero
Prophecy
Calm
Storm
Sacrifice
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