There's nothing much, just fiction.

STUCKY

That!

Steve x Bucky

This fic was created because I couldn't stand it anymore.

deposit

oneshot STUCKY

The first story too.

For the fic

Darry

We didn't leave anything but a virus on the flash drive.

The files we wrote were all gone. We're really sorry.

If the exam is finished, I will continue writing. Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long.

And thank you for continuing to follow. I really appreciate it.

Now I'm addicted.

STUCKY

Let's go for a while. This couple is really good for my heart.

P.S. No spoilers.

civil war

WE MET IN THE RAIN

 Paring: StevenGrant Rogers x James Buchanan Barnes

Rate:

Innocent, teenagers like it

W: paparkro9er

Chrome, sassy.

It was raining heavily even though the weather forecast said the sky would be clear today, so he stood on the roof of a store sheltering from the rain, his hands tightening on his jacket to relieve the cold from the raindrops. I still don't want to catch a cold during a time when the originals are attacking me like this time.

“That's terrible.” A soft murmur beside him made him realize that there wasn't only him under this roof anymore. Turning to look at the other person, he found that he was completely wet from the rain, with dark hair touching his face and a bright red t-shirt attached to his body, his arms hugging himself with a shiver.

“Would you like my shirt?” Steve offered, taking off his windproof jacket. The man turned his head and looked at him. Those pale lips pursed tightly before he inevitably nodded. Probably couldn't stand the cold.

“Thank you,” the man said softly and took the inexpensive jacket to cover himself with, hoping that the warmth from his body would help the young man next to him. I feel better.

"Would you like to go get some hot chocolate? I'll treat you to it," Steve said after they had been quiet for a while and saw that the other person was still shaking.

"...." The other party didn't answer him, just turned his head and looked at Steve with a puzzled face. What can I say? Steve seemed to feel that the other person was very much like a kitten. When those thin lips opened as if to say something, but then returned to pursed lips like that....it was so nice to look at.

“Deal,” Steve said with a smile that looked like he was forcing the other person. But looking at the situation, he was still standing and waiting for the rain to stop, he must have definitely carried the other person to the hospital.

Without saying a word, Steve pulled the other's arm to his side and tucked his jacket over their heads before running towards their regular coffee shop. Luckily there weren't many people around. So he was able to reserve a seat at the edge of the window next to Steve's favorite corner.

He looked slightly at the grumpy man sitting across from him, his charming face turned towards the side window and he didn't speak another word. “Hello Margaret. Two special hot chocolates, please,” Steve said with a smile as the female attendant walked in to take the drinks list.

She smiled softly before asking to go deliver the drinks list. Steve then invited the other party to talk to ease the tension when the other party still didn't speak to him and was still in the same position.

"I'm Steve. I'm a comic book writer." The other person finally turned around and looked at him. His pale face and lips were tinted pink because of the warmth inside the store.

"James... you can call me Bucky. I sell flowers on the other side of the street." Steve smiled fondly as he watched the other man slowly move his lips without looking up at his face, because he was selling flowers, so he was embarrassed like that. It won't be like that at all.

“Do you have a favorite flower, Bucky?” Steve asked before thanking the waitress and handing over a large mug of hot chocolate with several fluffy marshmallows floating inside.

“Belladonna(

Belladonna)

Like me.” Bucky now took the hair that was covering his face and tucked it behind both ears, making his face more clearly visible. It probably wasn't just his lips, but his entire face... Nice to look at

“Wow, what does that mean?” Steve asked curiously. I'm interested in the person who's drinking hot chocolate.

“Quiet.” The other person made eye contact with him and looked up from the cup of hot chocolate. The top corner of his mouth was still stained with chocolate stains. That made Steve really couldn't help but smile with affection. Is it strange to view men as cute?

“I think you're like a daisy.

Daisy)

"More," Steve said, taking out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth and meeting pale blue eyes with a confused expression. The other's face looked even more confused and embarrassed than before. You can tell from the way he bites his lip until it's bright red and his cheeks are full of rosy blood.

“Celandine, Bucky”

For the language of flowers in the story, there are 3 types.

-Belladonna

quiet

-Daisy

Innocent, pure, trusting, confident

-Celandine

Nice to come (meet you)

P.S. This might be a long fic. (Assuming someone likes something like that)

PS 2. If it's a long fic, I'd definitely say it's a pickle. 555555555555555555

PS 3. Thank you for coming to read, fans.

Stucky

Let's whistle together. Haha.