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batcavescolony · 1 month
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Reading comics is showing someone a great scene from an amazing comic but having to say 'ok I know it doesn't look like it BUT I promise you they don't usually look like that, ignore the art.'
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loustan90 · 10 months
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Deserve You - Bucky Barnes
Published 2020 on Wattpad. You can find me there for more Bucky Barnes and Sebastian Stan fics.
Warnings: Fluff and slight smut
Word count: 2358
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Bucky Barnes really got on my nerves. I soon figured out it was the way he would put himself down, the self loathing and sabotage he put himself through, it irked me. We had all been through a lot in our years. I myself had come from a dark place before finding my way here, with the Avengers. Somehow he felt he was more undeserving of, well, everything.
I stood, looking straight up and into his bright blue eyes, this close they looked like a swirling galaxy. That particular day I had heard him tell Steve he didn't think he was worth it.
"How many times do you have to be told you are a good person?" I was practically jabbing his chest as I came to an abrupt halt in front of the Super Soldier. "You have done so much, you've had my back so many times out in the field. Why do you keep doing this to yourself?"
Someone had placed their hand on my shoulder, Barnes' arm had started to whir, as my voice rose a few octaves. I wasn't trying to be harsh. "Why?" I whispered fighting back tears that had started to form behind my lashes. Bucky couldn't help it, I knew I was upsetting him but outing him in front of Steve and Sam.
Steve's presence and touch was a reminder not to provoke Bucky, but I knew he wouldn't lash out or harm me. I wasn't scared of him, even now when he towered over me, muscles tight with the tension and anxiety building inside him. His jaw clicked and twitched as he looked down at me in defeat. I was certain he was holding his breath. One last whisper of "Please," and I walked away.
I looked over my shoulder before rounding the corner to the hallway leading to our sleeping quarters. Bucky's profile slumped as he let out a huge sigh and Steve placed a hand to his friend's shoulder.
I wasn't wrong in my feelings about Bucky Barnes. During the battle with Thanos, he saved my life. I had been surrounded by Outriders, one had managed to knock my weapon from my hands, they approached me like prey with razor sharp teeth ready to rip the flesh from my bones. He came from behind and took them out almost instantly. I would always remember his words, "I've got you." He had said as he picked me up from the ground, handing me my gun. All I could return was a simple nod of appreciation and thanks. It was as if my previous outburst had been forgiven. He had stayed away for days after and then when we lost him in the snap, so much guilt overcame me, wishing our last exchange had been on better terms. To see him standing in front of me on the battlefield, whole and complete took me by surprise, but I was grateful of his return.
At Tony's funeral Bucky and I stood close to one another and Wanda held my hand. I remember he placed his palm at the small of my back as Tony's wreath drifted on the lake. It comforted me and I think it comforted him, even if my cheeks did blush slightly.
We had stayed at Stark residence for the funeral and for a few days after, before we were all due to go our separate ways. Steve was planning to go back in time to return the Infinity Stones, I wasn't sure where I would be going or what I would be doing, but I needed a fresh start. We all did.
I was sitting on a wooden sun lounger by the pool at Stark Residence, Wanda had already left, a number of Tony's acquaintances still resided but today was to be my last day.
It was a surprisingly bright and clear day. I donned a navy bikini under a cotton summer dress. I had my sunglasses perched on my nose and book in hand, I peered over the darkened lenses; Bucky was sitting to my left, assessing the small crowd of people, he looked uncomfortable and annoyed. One particular sleazy looking guy, one of Tony's rich old friends, was trying to catch my eye. I rolled mine and looked back down to the book in my hands. Pepper had allowed us to stay for a few days, but there was no need for this amount of people or this guy to be here and it annoyed me.
Bucky continued to watch the crowd like a guard dog. It was becoming unbearably hot, even in the shade, so I wrapped a towel around myself before shimmying my cotton sundress off. Didn't fancy the guy sitting opposite me getting a show. I carefully made my way to the edge of the pool, before sitting at the water's edge and dipping in my toes. The water was soothing and cool against my heated skin. I let out a sigh of relief.
Looking to the sky I could see clouds looming in the distance, threatening to engulf the scorching sunshine. I sighed again. Everything was coming to an end.
I hadn't noticed the guy on the other side of the pool shift from his spot, looking towards me with intent, or Bucky stiffening in his seat. I shrug off the towel as I slip into the icy cool water, letting my head slip under the surface.
Across the pool Bucky was moving fast. The sleazy rich guy was heading in my direction, edging closer to the pool and to me. Under the water I hear a crack and deafening thud. Rising to the surface, thinking it had begun to thunder overhead, I see Bucky feet planted and his arm whirring, the expression on his face would have many running for the hills. At his feet is the sleazy guy nursing what looks like a bloody nose.
Quickly I heave myself from the water and grab a discarded and oversized t-shirt, it was probably one of Sam's or Steve's, and run towards the commotion.
Steve's yelling and I'm yelling. "Stop." I shout. Sam's on the floor helping the guy to his feet.
"Get him away." Steve says. "What happened?" He's standing between Bucky and the guy. I could see Bucky was still fired up, he had a crazy look in his eye, but it seemed to calm when he saw me coming between himself and Steve, who was trying to hold me back with an outstretched arm. The way he called Bucky's name told me he feared he was not in his right mind.
I manage to break free from Steve. "Bucky." I call his name softly. "Look at me."
His eyes flicker to the water droplets falling at my feet, and I know he can hear me. He lifts his head then and his steely blue eyes, full of sorrow, meet mine. Carefully I place a hand to his solid chest. "Bucky." I whisper his name again. "Please-"
"I'm sorry." His voice is controlled but rough.
I nod. "It's okay." I look to Steve to let him know the situation is diffused. By this point Sam was walking away with the guy slumped on his shoulder, Steve nods and follows. I watch them leave before turning back to Bucky.
Carefully and deliberately I move my hand to encase his with my own, allowing our fingers to entwine. Bucky looks at them, brow creased. "Come with me." I say, pulling him away from the situation and onlookers. I tug gently and he follows.
Slowly I lead him inside. "What happened?" I ask, once we are out of earshot. His nostrils flare and I know he's reluctant to say. We're almost at my bedroom door now. "Bucky, you need to tell me what happened." I manage to get the door open, we stop just over the threshold and I drop his hand, leaning behind him to shut the door.
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Bucky's palm tingles where hers once was, he flexes his fingers. She's walking to her bed now, he notes. She pat's the edge and sits down. "Sit with me." She says.
Bucky moves to her side, the leg tucked underneath him, close to hers. His hand instinctively captures hers again, he missed the contact. She smiles, allowing him time to speak.
"He- that guy. He was watching you." He stumbles slightly over his words. "I could see the smirk on his face, watching you like you were a piece of meat." - "When you sat by the pool I could see what he wanted then, who he wanted. I-" He thinks for a moment, fiddling with her fingers. "I didn't want him anywhere near you. I couldn't bear for him to lay a finger on you."
"Why?" She whispered.
Bucky chuckles to himself with a sneer. "It doesn't matter why." He shakes his head slightly.
"It does if I say it does. Do you not remember what I told you?" She asks him. His thumb is rubbing circles into the back of her hand now. He hadn't been this open in a while. "Do you easily forget the words I spoke to you that day? You are worth it, you are worth everything-"
He shakes his head. "I do not deserve any of it, any of this."
"You are not the only person to be tainted by HYDRA's poison. Some of the things I did-" She takes a deep shaky breath. "You had no choice, they brainwashed you, controlled you. I had the choice. I made those choices Bucky." The air is silent for a moment. "If you do not deserve this life, then neither do I. They should have put me down the moment I laid myself bare to them."
Bucky looked at her then. Hurt in his watery eyes. "No." He shakes his head. "No."
"Then do you see what I mean? If I am worthy of forgiveness and-" she stutters, "and love, then so are you." She leans closer, her breath tickling his skin. "Bucky Barnes. I forgive you." She whispers, her lips close to his ear, his stubble scratching at her cheek, where a tear slowly glides.
His eyes find hers, their lips as so close, ghosting one another. She moves her hand to his cheek, running her fingers through the stubble, his eyes close at her touch. He whispers her name. Bucky's metal hand is clenched into a fist beside her naked leg. The other he brings up to comb through her damp hair, gliding down the side of her neck, his thumb caressing her jaw. "I do not deserve you." He whispers almost silently.
"Please." She whispers into his soft lips. They move slowly, each savouring the other. Bucky Barnes had felt protective over her for some time now, for far longer than he cared to remember. The small fiery woman who stood her ground, who fought to see the good in everyone around her. And now that protectiveness ran deeper within his veins with each passing day.
Her spare hand skimmed down his metal appendage as it whirred and sprung to life at her touch, his fist relaxed allowing his hand to grip at her waist where her borrowed shirt had risen slightly. Slowing the kiss, Bucky rests his forehead to hers, looking down he can see the dark colour of her bikini through the wet material. His fingers toy with the hem.
She shivers as his metal fingers graze her skin, he looks up with an apology. She shakes her head. "It's not you." She was wet and cold he sensed, as her lips trembled slightly.
Bucky moves to grab the thick blanket placed at the bottom of the bed, but she stops him. She looks up at him through thick lashes as she begins to remove the soaked shirt, stuck to her skin. Bucky gulps down the saliva forming in his mouth, as butterflies find their way into his stomach, which flips at the sight of the woman before him. Bucky whispers her name as he takes her mouth with his own. She leans back slightly, allowing him to fall softly with her, his arms beside her head.
Slowly she attempts to remove his tightly fitting t-shirt. His muscles are rock hard against her finger tips, this time it's Bucky's turn to shiver. She's well aware he hasn't felt touch like this in a long time, and in truth neither has she. She takes the time to appreciate the muscular soldier before her, running her hands up and down the length of his torso, brushing each ab with the tips of her digits finally settling on his stomach.
Bucky takes his time kissing down her body, his flesh hand snaking round to unfasten the bikini top. His hand splays out below her clavicle, taking in the woman beneath him, the woman he had started to have feelings for that day she stood her ground to his steely persona, the one he used to guard himself. He sighs into her neck, breathing in the familiar scent that only belonged to her. A moan escaped her lips at the feel of his lips and breath against her. One hand moved slowly down her torso as their lips collided once again. Her hands fumble and find the clasp to his tight black jeans, boots already discarded. Bucky helps her shimmy the material over his thick thighs and her hands brush over his buttocks, squeezing as they went. Bucky groaned, bucking into her, causing her to moan.
Feeling the increasing bulge of Bucky Barnes between her legs made her whimper, the pace was slow and tentative as the pair made love to one another. And it was love, it felt like love, as they bared themselves to one another.
Bucky stroked her hair, almost dry now as she snuggled into his side, both out of breath and sated. "Bucky Barnes, it is I who does not deserve you." She whispers, smiling sleepily. He presses his lips to hers to quieten her as she falls asleep in his arms. Maybe he did deserve her and happiness after all.
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bonbalaur · 1 year
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"Ever since my world has fallen, her face started fading from my memories. I close my eyes and my strongest memory is pain"
(Yes, it's from Centaurworld)
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murkycrush · 2 years
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Pride has me feeling festive🌈 (More variations to come!) Support me on Ko-fi| Print Shop | Commissions 
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ashdreams2023 · 3 months
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Could you do Loki or Steve with a teen swimmer reader of just swimmer reader?
Sure!
Steve Rogers x swimmer reader
You two first meet when he’s shopping in a sports store, he needed bee jogging shoes and you were looking for a new set of swimming goggles
Sometimes you two go jogging together or after he jogs he comes to visit you in the pool you train in since it’s empty in the morning
He’s impressed to say the least, sure he’s captain America and all that but he’s a good sport
Asks you about any swimming competitions you may have and if he can attend any
When he does come to one he’s two seconds from jumping out of his seat with how intense it is
He knew you were fast but with actual competition side by side you looked crazy
Will literally give you the biggest hug afterwards, wet and all, he’s so proud of you!
From then on out they have to ask him to stay seated because he’s alway two seconds from jumping into the water with you
"What? I can’t be happy for you now?" "Steve you literally stepped over the safety fence!"
Now you two go shopping together for sports gear, it’s Steve so every item he shows you is blue
First one to throw a towel on you when you get out of pool out of breath
Lifted you over his shoulder when you won first place and the picture is still ganging on the wall years later
May or may not have carried you back home on his back after a tough competition
"any time, you did great out there" "thanks captain"
Also the meal after a win is always his treat
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verxn · 1 year
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Nervous?
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Description: y/n and Peter goes to homecoming together but they are both kinda nervous
Pairing: Peter Parker x Black fem reader
Note: this is like new to me lolz , I would be writing a lot of y/n or x reader stories because I just want the person who is reading this to feel like they’re in the story anyways much my to my sistas🫶🏾!!
y/s/n = your sister name 👍🏾
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You sighed looking at myself in the mirror over and over again “do I look bad…?” You mumbled to yourself while looking in the mirror
You wore a long beautiful navy blue dress that had a lace like material on the top half and the bottom half was all covered, with a beautiful design of blue flowers on the bottom of it.
It hugged all of your curves so well and it honestly made your milk chocolate skin pop out
You had on a long straight lace front that goes all the way down to your butt and your edges were laid (looking good gworl🤭)
You were contemplating on weather or not you look good but your older sister said you do so you went with it , you sat on your bed while putting on your high heels ‘pray for my feet’ you thought to yourself while slipping them on
To be honest you never would of thought that someone would have asked you out to homecoming, not that you saying you’re ugly, you’re just surprised because people are usually scared of you even though you really just be in your own world.
Walking down the stairs you see your older sister and her girlfriend sitting on the couch but when they saw you they gasps
“awwww look at my baby y/n!!!” Y/s/n said while running up to you and hugging you tightly. You laughed and hugged her back
“I’m not a baby anymore sis” you said while fixing your hair just before your date came
“Yeah you’re not a baby but you’ll always be mines” she said kissing you on the cheek “awww come on sis” you whined as she kept on kissing you cheek
Her girlfriend pulled her off of you “y/s/n let the poor girl breathe” vonnie said while holding y/s/n by the waist “vonnie she’s getting older….she can’t go she’s too young” she said while playing fainting
You and vonnie rolled y’all eyes as y/s/n antics and then heard the door bell rang
I don’t know what took over y/s/n but girl hauled ass like she was Usain Bolt “who is it?” She said while looking at the peep hole
On the other side of the door was Peter , he was looking around nervously and fixing his hair. As soon as he heard your sister yell he replied “uhm..it’s Peter…Peter Parker I’m here to pick up y/n for uhm homecoming?”
In the house y/s/n looked at you and said “why does it sound like that he’s trying to convince himself that he’s picking you up” you shrugged and replied “he’s probably nervous as much as I am”
You then walked up to the door and opened it and saw him standing there “h-hey” you waved awkwardly, meanwhile Peter was staring at you like you were a piece of meat “I- hey” he replied back while staring at you
“Um…ready to go?” You said while grabbing your purse and jacket , he nodded and you both left
“Ahh kids” y/s/n said while staring at the door “hon we did this last year…” vonnie said while staring at your sister
“Tsk be quiet and watch the movie” y/s/n grumbled
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avengerscompound · 2 years
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Thor & Steve Rogers
Young Avengers (2013)
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saturnwrld444 · 1 year
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Marvel men are a different breed,whose your favorite?
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psdic · 2 years
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‏ ꨩ᮫⁦👩‍🌾༅ ⿻ ݁ 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠. ݁ 𓂃 ݊ ꯲᪈ᠻᡶ › あ.
‏‹᯽ᨘ‛᩠⋆ ⸒ ⁦🌻՚ ꫝᰋ᪶ℽ ꪁℓℓ s̳w̳𝗲𝗲𝘁 ❕
‏⠀⠀ ݊ ֶָ֢ 𝟭𝟭:𝟭𝟭 𓂅 թ𐑙ꪖᥙᩛ ꦦ 🖇️ ꩅᦸ ♡
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x0blue · 3 months
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Captin amarica be like
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batcavescolony · 3 months
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If I had a nickel everytime a bow and arrow shooting teen, on a team called Young something, talked some sense into the adults trying to stop the team being formed, id have TWO nickels which isn't a lot but it's weird it happened twice right?
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confesspinkfloyd · 9 months
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If Roger Waters were to marry Captain America, his name would be Roger Rogers
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Y’all are literally coming online telling people you don’t know to kill themselves (among other hateful things) just because you don’t agree with them.
That’s weird behavior and to make it worse, five minutes later y’all turn around talking about how much you care about mental health after somebody actually hurts themselves.
News flash, you don’t and it’s getting pretty ridiculous. You’re the problem. Your words have power and some of y’all need to realize that.
Desperately.
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tiffanysummerhot · 3 months
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Who wants to eat my pie
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headcannonxgalore · 2 years
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☾☾☾Hello! Hope you enjoy what you’re about to read, I would appreciate it if you like, and reblog my work here on tumblr. Please do not share my work anywhere else, and if you see it has been, or someone is claiming the work as their own please tell me. My master list is pinned to my page if you wish to see more! ☽☽☽
Pairing: Sam Wilson x black!oc 
warnings: none, fluff.Black love
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Sam Wilson One Shot
Today was Washday, and since Amir skipped her last Washday, she had her work cut out for her. Her baby hairs were starting to turn crusty from the week old, dried up styling gel she applied for her last hairstyle. The dishes, laundry, and house were already clean. All she had to do was her hair. She sighed going into her bedroom to fall down next to her hair tools. An arrayment of combs, brushes, and a spray bottle. This didn’t include all the hair creams, gels, rubber bands, and oils she had in a bag across the room from her.
It should only take 5 to 10 minutes to take down the style, but if you’re like Amir, you have to take music breaks in between. By the time she is finished Sam comes walking through the door, a tired expression on his face, but his brown eyes light up the second they land on Amir. It wasn’t until she’s midway through a Beyonce performance that she finally saw him standing there watching her.
“Oh god you scared me! Why didn’t you say something?” Amir asked, she grabbed the remote from the couch to turn the music off, only to hear Sam’s laughter.
“There’s no way I’d miss a free Beyonce performance after the day I’ve just had.” Sam dumps all his stuff on the floor, and goes into their shared bedroom to throw himself on the soft cotton sheets.
“Aww hard first day as Captain America? You didn’t have to sign too many autographs did you? Ya know, I don’t remember Steve being this popular. In a minute you’re gonna have the paparazzi at our door.” Amir jokes sitting down next to him on the bed. She presses a kiss on his forehead, and lays next to him.
“I highly doubt we’ll have that issue in Louisiana Ami. Enough about my day, it looks like you’ve got a head full of hair to take care of.” Sam grazed his hand over her long, thick coils of a mane. He can tell she didn’t wash it, her hair still has a greasy residue.
“Ugh, unfortunately, and I can’t skip another Washday.” Amir groaned, and rolled off her side of the bed. She walked into the bathroom gathering her giant bottles of shampoo, and conditioner.
“Ya know, I could just wash it for you, since I’m home this time.” Sam offered, he came to stand in the bathroom doorway, arms crossed. The corners of his lips turned upward into a small smile. He enjoyed being at home with his beloved.
“Oh my god really? I will love you forever if you wash my hair for me.” Amir wiggles excitedly, Sam has washed her hair a few times before. She always fell asleep, that's how good it felt.
“Um we are married, legally you have to love me forever anyway, but yes really I will wash it for you.” Sam jokes, he throws his shoes off, and rolls up his sleeves preparing himself for the work.
Amir ran to grab her shampoo comb, and conditioning cap from the other room. She came back into the bathroom giggling, and bopping around a bit. Sam rolled his eyes at her goofy behavior, but he couldn’t resist the grin spreading across his own face.
“Alright get on over here Ms.Lady.” Sam waved his hand to Amir signaling for her to come closer. She bent her head over into the face bowl. Sam slowly turned the hot, and cold nozzles at the same time. He makes sure her hair is nice and soaked, and then he takes some shampoo, squeezes a medium sized dollop into his palm. He works it into her thick tresses making sure to use the wide tooth comb to work through any tangled strands. Sam then rinses her hair once, and repeats that step once more just to make sure he got all the old hair products out. Every once in a while he’d check on Amir to make sure she’s still alive down there, and she would reply with an appreciative groan.
Finally after the second thorough wash, Amir stands up slowly, and she lets Sam apply the conditioner. The bathroom smelled fruity, and delicious from her hair products. He finished her off by placing the plastic cap on her head, tucking in all the fly away coils, and then putting her hair bonnet on over that. She turns to him with a big smile on her face. Sam chuckles a bit, he’s sure she enjoyed the pampering, but he too got something out of it. Washing Amir’s hair, and sometimes styling it when she lets him, is therapeutic for Sam. A lot of the time his hands are being used to fight, but with Amir he gets to use them to love.
“Okay so after the conditioning is done, can you please, pretty please braid my hair?” Amir asked, her bottom lip poked out, her version of puppy dog eyes looking back at her superhero husband. Though she didn’t have to use puppy eyes, Sam would do it regardless.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Sam smiled, pulling Amir into a hug, and kissing her forehead. Then they spent the rest of the afternoon cooking, and dancing around the house to music. This Washday was successful indeed.
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