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thatfanficstuff · 1 year

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What Puppy?

Grouping: Avengers x Gender Neutral!Soulmate!Reader

warning: all the fluff

A/N: Other than the ones mentioned, anyone can be the reader's soulmate. I can only fit so many characters in a one shot. Also, that puppy up there is mine when he was eight weeks old. His name is Rascal. Isn't he adorable?

Being the soulmate of several of the Avengers was...intense, for lack of a better word. Especially when you had been nothing more than a low-level analyst when Steve ran into you at a SHIELD base. He'd immediately ushered you to the tower and you'd been there ever since.

And you didn't regret it, not for a moment. They doted on you and smothered you in love and affection. There was only one thing you wanted that they refused to give you. A puppy.

Actually, most of them didn't care. It was Tony that refused to have an animal underfoot. Steve agreed with Tony because it was his tower and Bucky agreed with Steve because it was his Steve.

When one of your friends’ dog had several puppies, you made a point to visit at least twice a week. You'd sit on the floor and let all five of them crawl all over you. One in particular seemed rather attached and would stumble across the floor to greet you when you came through the door. You'd named him Captain.

They were mutts, scruffy little things and absolutely adorable. This particular visit was short as you promised to be home for dinner. As you opened the door, your friend stopped you and placed Captain in your arms. "Take him."

You gasped. "I can't. Tony said absolutely not."

She snorted a laugh. "As if they'd actually refuse you anything. Take him home. Once he's there, things will change. You'll see."

You glanced down at the pup and he yipped before licking your face. "And if they don't?"

"Bring him back tomorrow," she said with a shrug.

To be truthful, you knew you were taking Captain home the moment she put him in your arms. Look at his little face! You couldn't just leave him. So, you carried him home. And when you arrived at the tower, you tucked him in your coat and zipped it up to hide him inside.

You went to your floor hoping that everyone would be off doing other things. As luck would have it, Steve, Buck, and Sam were all in sitting area and turned when you stepped off the elevator. Your steps stuttered as you saw them before you gave them a wide smile. "Hi, guys. I need to run to my room for a second. I'll be right back."

Steve's eyes immediately narrowed in suspicion and he stood to greet you. "Hello, sweetheart. Where have you been?"

You shrugged. "Nowhere special."

Sam pursed his lips as he looked you over. "I thought you were going to see the puppies today."

"I did, but I do that all the time. So like I said, nowhere special."

Bucky came to stand beside Steve. "That's odd. Normally you won't shut up about how cute they are."

Captain started to squirm and you tried to get him to still without squeezing him too hard. This was not going the way you'd planned. "I just figured you were tired of hearing about them."

A yip came from your pup and you looked anywhere but your mates.

"What was that?" Steve asked. His voice was stern but when you glanced at him amusement filled his gaze.

You widened your eyes in faux innocence. "What was what?"

Sam jumped over the back of the couch and joined the other two blocking your path. "Show me the puppy."

You blinked at him. "What puppy?"

He snorted then made grabby hands. "Give me the dog, babe."

You sighed and unzipped your coat halfway down. A furry face popped out of the opening and looked around.

Bucky dropped the arms that had been crossed over his chest and gaped at the cuteness that had just emerged. "Oh. My. God."

You grinned and pulled the fluffball from your coat before holding him up. "Guys, meet Captain."

Steve's eyebrows shot up. "Captain, huh?"

"I named him after Carol," you said with a nod and laughed at the disgruntled expression that crossed his face.

Sam took the dog from you and cradled him against his chest. "He's adorable." He kissed the top of the fuzzy head. "I love him. We're keeping him forever."

Bucky nodded. "I agree."

Steve chuckled as he scratched the pup between the ears. "I think you all are forgetting Tony. He'll never go for it."

"No." Tony's voice came over the speakers. "No puppies." He probably had Jarvis programmed to let him know if an animal entered the tower.

Sam put the dog behind his back and looked around. "What puppy? There's no puppy here."

"Nice try, birdbrain. No pets." With that proclamation he was gone.

Your boys were pouting when you took the dog back from Sam. You kissed his cheek. "I'll be right back."

You headed to the lab. Bruce noticed you first and grinned when he saw the puppy. 'Good luck' he mouthed and you couldn't help but return the grin.

"Tony," you said, drawing out his name in a subtle plea.

"No," he said without looking up from his project.

"But Tony." You added a pout though he had yet to glance at you.

"I said no, baby. You know the rule."

You moved closer, Captain cradled against your chest. "He likes it here. Sam and Bucky think we should keep him."

He snorted. "Yeah, well I doubt either of them are going to clean up when it pisses on my floor. No."

"But I thought you wanted me to feel at home here," you said in your most pathetic voice. "Doesn't that mean it's our floor?"

The corner of his mouth kicked up though he still didn't look at you. "Nice try but it won't work. He can stay the night. That's it."

You sighed, your heart sinking. "Alright, Tony. It was worth a shot." This time you didn't have to fake the sadness in your tone. You kissed your mate's cheek before heading for the door as you nuzzled the puppy's head. Tony's gaze trailed you as you went.

Three hours later, you sat in the living room on the common floor playing with Captain. Your mates and other team members joined in occasionally but your focus was strictly on the little pup you'd have to return the next day.

"There is a delivery on the main floor for you," Jarvis' voice came. Of course, it would be the one time you were alone all day so you couldn't send someone else after it.

"Thanks, J." You stood with a sigh and scooped up Captain to take him with you.

A delivery guy holding a large open topped box was waiting for you when you arrived in the lobby. He said your name to verify it was you then placed the box on the counter you indicated. You signed where he told you and watched him leave before taking a peek.

The box was filled with everything you might need for puppy. There was a bed, toys, food and water dishes, a small bag of food, and even training pads.

"What?" you breathed, completely lost. You startled when arms wrapped around your waist as you hadn't heard anyone join you. You immediately knew it was Tony and you leaned back into his chest.

"I decided it was a shame to have to take him all the way home so I guess he can stay," he said before pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

You turned in his arms. "Seriously?"

He gave you a lopsided grin and nodded his head. You gave him a one-armed hug being careful not to crush Captain. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

"Anything for you," he said after giving you a sweet kiss.

Captain yipped and licked first you then Tony earning him a scratch between the ears from your mate. "Welcome to the family, Cap."

#avengers x soulmate!reader #avengers x reader #avengers x gender neutral!reader #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #avengers fanfiction

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wittyminds · 2 months

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Bucky Barnes x Reader Stories

I've been wanting to write a Bucky fic for a while but didn't know where to start with all my ideas so... poll!

Also i will eventually write them all but the most popular one will be first so keep checking out to see if the others are out!

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ro-is-struggling · 2 years

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Road trip

Pairings: platonic!Bucky Barnes x Reader, platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader, platonic!Sam Wilson x Reader (i think this is gender neutral but if it isn't please let me know so I can fix it)

Summary: you annoy the shit out of Steve, Sam and Bucky— especially Bucky—during a long road trip.

Warnings: crack fic, humor, sharing beds, kinda fluffy

English is not my first language

Word count: 3400+

Notes: I don't know what this is. I had this stupid idea after watching civil war again because that tiny car with two super soldiers in it it's so funny to me. I'm sorry if it's sucks, I have a shitty sense of humor

Being on the run wasn't as cool as it sounded. The movies always made it out to be this grand adventure in search of truth and justice where the stakes were always high. But in reality being on the run involved crappy motels in the middle of nowhere and hours of driving through back roads. There was nothing glorious or epic about it, it was just boring. Especially when you spent days trapped in the world's smallest car with two super soldiers.

Steve, Bucky, Sam and you had left the motel where you had spent the night first thing in the morning, hoping that would give you a head start. The plan was to get to the next stop before dark, but fate had not been on your side. Now it was almost dark and you still had a long journey ahead of you, having to drive through the middle of nowhere. Literally. You were so far away from any trace of civilization that you weren't even able to pick up any radio signal, so the car was plunged into the deepest of silences. The only noise you could hear was coming from the old engine, which was threatening to break down and leave you stranded there with every rumble it made.

At least that was until you proposed that you play some road game to pass the time. The guys weren't very enthusiastic, but you insisted so much that they ended up agreeing. They knew that entertaining you for a while would be better than having to put up with your boredom.

"We've been trying to guess what it is that you saw for over 15 minutes, why don't you just tell us?" Bucky spoke with annoyance beside you, tired of playing 'I spy with my little eye'. He felt like he was trapped in the car with a five year old and honestly didn't know how much longer he could put up with you.

"But that's not fun! You're supposed to guess!" you complained pouting.

"We give up," Steve said from the driver's seat, your eyes meeting momentarily in the rearview mirror.

"Fine! It was the doodles I made on Bucky's arm while he slept," you admitted with a grin as you watched Bucky's expression change upon discovering the doodles on his arm.

"How were we supposed to see that?" Sam complained from the passenger seat, interrupting Bucky before he could let out any curses in your direction.

"Okay fine, you're right! Let's play something else."

"Why can't we just sit in silence for a while?"

"Because that's not fun, silly!" you said, tapping Bucky's nose with your finger. "Let's play 21 questions."

"I'm going to sleep," Sam stated, leaning back in his seat and resting his head against the window. He was tired, having spent the last few hours awake driving after having the worst night's sleep of his life. Normally he wouldn't have found your attitude so annoying, half the time you guys would team up to annoy everybody—especially Bucky—, but this time it was different. He was exhausted and the last thing he needed was to deal with your boredom.

"Nooo! C'mon it'll be fun! I'll think of something and you guys have 21 questions to guess what it is. Got it?" You explained the rules a little too enthusiastically. None of your teammates responded, but you took their silences as a signal to continue. "Okay guys I'm ready, start with your questions."

"Are you thinking about hot dogs?" Bucky spoke in an annoyed tone. The smile disappeared from your face and for the first time in hours you remained silent. How had he been able to guess in the first round? Did he have mental powers that he had never told you about?

"... no," you lied in the hopes that the game would last more than five seconds.

"Y/N!" the super soldier next to you complained, knowing full well that he was right.

"Fine, you won! I was thinking about hot dogs. How did you know?"

"Because you haven't stopped talking about it since lunch."

"Well maybe you wouldn't have had to listen to me complaining if Steve had let me eat that hot dog when I had the chance."

"It was a half eaten hot dog in the garbage!" Steve defended himself, raising his voice a little. He still couldn't believe that you were actually willing to eat that. It was so wrong on so many levels, though the worst part was that you kept blaming him for saving you from your own stupidity.

"It was fine! I had worse," you said in a casual tone that made Bucky shake his head in disapproval.

"IT WAS IN THE TRASH!" Steve exclaimed, raising his voice and earning a smack from Sam who despite all the noise was still trying to sleep.

"Whatever, man," you shrugged. "Let's play something else!"

"Why don't you take a nap, Y/N. It's an easy way of making time pass by quicker" Sam spoke from the front seat without moving or even opening his eyes. He tried to tempt you with the promise that time would pass by faster, that all your boredom would be forgotten in the dream world, but you didn't fall into his trap. You couldn't even if you wanted to. You weren't comfortable enough to sleep in that car, trapped between the door and Bucky's muscular body. Your brain refused to shut down even if it knew it was best for everyone.

"I can't, I passed my window of opportunity and now my brain won't shut off. I have to wait another few hours for my next window. And you guys better pray for it to come quickly because this silly mood I'm in is only gonna get worse the more sleep deprived I get."

"Well, maybe you aren't tired, but I am and I would like to rest," Sam complained. "I've been driving all morning so please let me sleep."

"I'm sorry but I'm so bored," you pouted, looking at Bucky with innocent eyes trying to convince him to take your side even though you knew that was impossible. He was a man of little patience and you could read in his expression that you were beginning to drain him of it.

"Then find something to entertain yourself in silence."

You let out a huff, sticking your tongue out at Sam before turning to focus your gaze on the window. The view was shitty, you really were stuck in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing but road and land all around you, and you couldn't even enjoy that because the sun was starting to set, making everything fall into darkness. However, it was enough to keep you silent for a few minutes. Bucky closed his eyes, reveling in the peaceful atmosphere. For a moment he thought he had defeated you, that you had finally understood that no one was in the mood for your bullshit. But then he heard your voice once again and knew that the battle was far from over.

"Oh I know, I know!" Your excited exclamation broke the silence. "I should drive so I can get tired like Sam."

"NO!" The two super soldiers shouted, making you frown.

"Why the hell not?"

"Because you haven't had a proper night of sleep in at least two days and you have been surviving purely on chips and energy drinks," Steve explained and you rolled your eyes. "I wouldn't trust you with anyone's life right now."

"Whatever," you muttered angrily, letting your back hit the back of the seat with a loud thump. You crossed your arms over your chest, digging your eyes like daggers into the back of Steve's head. He was being irrational, denying you the only activity there was to do in that damn car to keep you bored. He was conspiring against you and you would make him pay for it.

Choosing to save your revenge against Steve for later, you turned to look at Bucky. "Can I keep doodling in your arm?" You asked him and you sounded so cute that he almost said yes. Almost.

"No."

"Then give me your hand."

"What? No!"

"C'mon man, give me your hand!"

"What for?"

"I want to play thumb wars with you."

"But I don't."

"Play thumb wars with me or I'm gonna start singing and you know how annoying I can get."

"Jesus, Buck just do it" Steve pleaded and he let out a sigh of defeat. He grabbed your hand reluctantly, rolling his eyes as you let out a chuckle of victory.

"One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war!" You barely had time to blurt out the rhyme before Bucky crushed your finger under his. "Hey! I wasn't ready," you complained, your angry eyes meeting his expressionless face. "Best of three."

This time he let you make the first move before attacking. His thumb charged at yours, but you were quicker and moved it out of the way just in time—letting out a squeal of happiness as you did so. However, the joy didn't last long because two seconds later he managed to catch your finger under his once again.

"I won," Bucky stated inexpressively, although you were able to notice in his eyes a spark of joy at having beaten you at your own stupid game.

"One more time! I want to see if I can beat you at least once."

"You said best of three."

You looked at Bucky with narrowed eyes for a moment before you opened your mouth and started singing the first song that popped into your head in the most off-key way possible. In the background you heard Sam growl and Steve curse under his breath, but that didn't stop you.

"Okay, okay fine!" Bucky gave in and you grinned like a bratty kid who had just gotten their way—and in a way you kinda were.

You took his hand once more, giving him a defiant look before trying your luck once more. You were much more careful with your movements this time, trying to predict what Bucky would do to use it against him. You concentrated and eventually managed to catch his thumb under your finger for a brief two seconds. You didn't even have time to smile in victory before he turned the tables, beating you for the third time.

"Oh you completely suck!" You exclaimed angrily, letting go of his hand.

"You're the one that wanted to play this with a super soldier," Bucky laughed and you realized you hadn't taken his super senses into account. "It's your fault, not mine."

"You're supposed to let me win sometimes, you know."

"Why because you suck?"

"No! Because it's not fun if you always win" you said, hitting his arm, fully aware that he didn't even feel a slight tingle. "Sam, play with me!"

"Sam is sleeping and you should do the same" Steve interjected using that disappointed father tone he sometimes used with you.

"I can't, I'm uncomfortable. There's no space back here."

"Bucky, move over so she can have some space."

"I can't, there is no more space" Bucky mumbled through his teeth. "There would be if we have taken a bigger car like I suggested-"

"There wasn't a bigger car," Steve interrupted him, "So figure things out!"

The car fell silent, the tension tangible in the air. Everyone was tired, hungry and in desperate need of a bath. You had spent too much time together in the most uncomfortable situations so it was normal for Steve to be a little grumpy.

Deciding that you had done enough to fuel the tensions, you settled into your spot to try to get some sleep. You tried to mirror Sam, leaning your head against the window, but the vibrations from the engine rattling on the glass were distracting you and making you a little dizzy. So you opted to slide down the seat until you could rest your head on the backrest. That solved the vibration problem, sort of, but it was an even more uncomfortable position than the previous one. Turning your head to your left, you found Bucky leaning against the seat and enjoying the silence. Then an idea popped into your mind.

"Can I cuddle with you?" you asked him in the softest voice you could muster, trying to persuade him to agree.

"What? No!" he exclaimed, his cheeks turning a soft pink.

"C'mon, I can't sleep like this and you're taking half of my side of the seat with your big muscles anyways so you owe me."

Bucky hesitated, looking at you with a frown. He wasn't in the mood to put up with you on top of him. Not only was he tense and tired, but he was angry at you. You had spent the last few hours doing nothing but irritating him and now you were asking him to be your mattress. Nope, he wasn't going to do it. You would have to find another way to get comfortable, just like he and Sam were doing. He wasn't going to help you after you entertained yourself by testing the limits of his patience and sanity.

But then you pouted, looking at him with puppy dog eyes, and Bucky knew he couldn't refuse. Letting out a sigh, he opened his arms to make room for you. "Fine," he said. "But only because I want you to shut up." You smiled at him, knowing full well that wasn't the only reason. He could never resist your charms, you were too cute to deny you anything.

You settled on his chest without any shame, wrapping your arms around his body to cling to him. His muscular chest felt firm against your cheek, but the warmth he emanated was enough to compensate. The new position was much more comfortable, allowing your body to stretch in a different way after hours of sitting in the same position. You could feel his breathing, his chest rising and falling beneath your face. It was nice, peaceful. You could fall asleep like that.

"Hold me," you said when you noticed that Bucky had let his arm rest on the back of the seat. "It's weird if you don't. Besides, you have to protect me in case we crash while I'm sleeping. If you don't hold me I'm going to fly out the windshield." Bucky rolled his eyes, but didn't protest, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he pulled you closer to him. You let out a long yawn, the built-up tiredness finally winning out over your energy-drink fuelled brain. You closed your eyes, snuggling more against him as you let his breathing and the movement of the car relax you. "You're comfy," you murmured against his chest.

"Just try to get some sleep," he said, relaxing beneath you. Without realizing it, Bucky began to stroke your shoulder with his fingers. He traced imaginary shapes on the exposed skin, awakening a gentle tingle in his path. It was a subtle touch, but it was enough to help your body relax. For a moment you tried to concentrate on it, trying to figure out if his fingers followed any specific pattern or drawing, but you lasted only a few short minutes before you gave in to exhaustion. Steve's soft voice saying “finally" was the last thing you heard echoing in the distance.

You didn't know where you were or what time it was, the only thing you knew was that you were hugging something soft and fluffy, like a giant pillow. In the distance a voice called your name, and when you looked up you found a marshmallow three times your size. It had a face, two big cartoonish eyes and a kind smile that it was dedicating to you. The world around you was full of pastel colors and fluffy clouds. It looked like the fantasy of a little girl who was obsessed with unicorns and forest fairies, but you didn't question it. You were too comfortable using Mr. Marshmallow as a pillow to think about anything.

But the voice in the distance calling your name grew louder each time, becoming clearer in your mind. A constant annoying sound that distracted you from the pure happiness you felt in that strange fantasy world. You tried to ignore it, but it kept persistently increasing in volume until it was the only thing you could hear.

When you opened your eyes you felt completely disoriented and disappointed. The world around you was much darker than the one in your dreams and the body underneath yours, although comfortable, was not half as soft as Mr. Marshmallow's. It took you a few seconds to realize that you were in the car curled up next to Bucky and that it had all been a dream.

"What time is it?" you mumbled as you sat up straight, rubbing your eyes to shake off the sleep.

"Late," Bucky replied. "C'mon, Steve found a motel. Let's get you in a proper bed."

It was only when he opened the car door to get out that you realized he was parked in the driveway of what appeared to be a cheap motel. The neon light sign, though malfunctioning, was working enough that the glow hurt your eyes. You followed Bucky across the parking lot with your eyes glued to the floor, the last thing you needed was to get a migraine. He led you to Sam and Steve, who were coming out of the lobby with room keys in hand. Or rather, the key, singular.

"They only had one room available," Sam explained, waving the keys in his hands. They had a sticker on them that read 06 in messy handwriting, warning you that it was probably the worst place you could have chosen to stay. But you were tired of being trapped in that damn car, so you didn't complain. As long as the sheets didn't have bugs on them you'd be fine.

"It has two queens so we're gonna have to share," Steve announced as you walked to the room.

"I call dibs on Bucky!" you were quick to exclaim as if you were a toddler fighting for the front seat of the car with their siblings. "He's comfy," you added, clinging to his arm so he wouldn't escape your side. Bucky rolled his eyes, but you were able to notice the pink flush on his cheeks.

When you reached your room you barely took the time to change into more comfortable clothes before throwing yourselves on the beds. Everyone was tired and aching from hours of sitting in the same position, so lying on a bed was a dream come true. Sure, it wasn't the most comfortable and fluffy mattress in the world and yes, you had to share the space, but it was still an improvement after spending days sleeping in a tiny car.

You settled in on the side of the bed facing the hallway. If for some reason you had to get up in the middle of the night you didn't want to have to wake Bucky up—you didn't want to have to put up with his grumpiness in the morning. He laid down next to you a few seconds later, the mattress dipping under his weight. You fought for the sheets for a bit, wanting to keep yourselves tightly covered while leaving as much space between your bodies as possible. When you realized that wouldn't work, you put the courtesy aside and snuggled together.

You closed your eyes, letting the warmth of Bucky's body help you relax once again. But this time it didn't seem to work. You could feel your muscles relaxing on the mattress, your eyelids heavy with sleep, but your mind was elsewhere. The voice inside you kept talking, asking questions and imagining situations that distracted you and kept you from sleeping.

"Hey guys," you whispered in the dark. "Guys... are you awake?"

"Huh?" you heard Bucky mumble, accompanied by a grunt from Sam from the other bed.

"Do you think fish can see water?"

"What?" Steve spoke, a mixture of annoyance and confusion in his voice.

"Like, we can't see air, right? So do you guys think fish can see water or it's just like the air for us?"

Instead of answering you with words, Sam picked up one of the pillows he had set aside and threw it at you. The object hit you in the chest before bouncing off Bucky, who threw it across the room in annoyance.

"Y/N, please go to sleep," Steve implored tiredly.

"Next time I'm carrying you to bed like a kid who fell asleep in the car on the way home," Bucky warned you in frustration, regretting waking you up in the first place.

#bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes fluff #steve rogers fluff #sam wilson fluff #marvel imagine #humor #crack fic #bucky barnes x gender neutral reader #steve rogers x gender neutral reader #sam wilson x gender neutral reader

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lostgirlfandom · 1 year

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The Chaotic Trio

Pairing: Sam Wilson x GN!Reader x Bucky Barnes (can be read as platonic and romantic)

Warnings: None

Words: 882

The audacity.

The annoyance that sat across from you in this tiny military jeep...

The glare that was sat on your face never let up as you sat between Bucky and Sam in the jeep that was taking you up the road.

You didn’t want to be here but you knew you had to be there for both Bucky and Sam when they went to investigate the Flag Smashers. Which is why when Sam called you, you got off your ass and joined the boys in going to the warehouse.

Which didn’t end well, of course. After finding out that it was a group of people that had somehow gotten the super solider serum like Steve, Bucky and you. It just seemed like they had an updated version as you and Bucky were a little scrapped up.

Bucky was just staring at the two men in front of you with an intense stare but your smothering glare was a little bit more hatred filled than his.

The glare got deeper when he mentioned tracking us through Red Wing.

“Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” You asked in Cajun French to both Sam and Bucky.

Bucky’s lips twitched for just a moment before his face fell back into his stoic mask.

Sam grinned and leaned back before answering. “Yes.”

Fake Captain America looked between you three with an anxious face. “What are they saying? What did they say?” He looked to his partner and asked in a slightly rush. “What did they say?!” His partner shrugged and Walker turned back to you. “What did you say?” His eyebrows were frowned and you could tell what you said was making him anxious.

Your face relaxed but on the inside, you were smirking and giggling manically. You leaned back with your arms crossed as your partners both had arms behind you, making you internally relaxed.

“What if I just break his nose a little?” You asked in a serious tone, but both of the boys knew you were just doing it just to tease Walker.

Walker’s eyes moved between you, Bucky and Sam in rapid succession.

Sam changed the subject, making you pout on the inside. Before long Bucky stopped the Jeep and got out to walk up a trail, with you following just behind him.

In the warehouse, Bucky was explaining to you and Sam the idea to break Zemo out of the prison, making you both look at him like he was crazy.

“We have like five super soldiers trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do?” He asked exasperated.

“Actually, it’s more like eight.” You meekly brought up. You fiddled with your jacket sleeve as Bucky looked at you with his hands on his hips.

“Oh, sorry I wasn’t specific enough!” He teased you, making you bite your lip with a grin.

Just then Zemo made his appearance behind you, making you move to the other side of Sam and Bucky.

Your lip curled in slight disgust before you looked between Sam and Bucky. “I am WAY too sober for this.” You told them.

At Zemo’s safe house, you sat on the couch with your legs propped up on the coffee table with your legs crossed at the ankle. Your arms were around a pillow as Zemo walked over in a robe with a mug of tea he offered you. You had been lost in thought when he walked up so, you subtly blinked and focused back on him as you grabbed the mug and then looked into it before looking up at him. Raising an eyebrow, you silently sniffed the tea.

“I wouldn’t poison you, love. You are one of the good ones... Like Captain Rogers.” He told you as he sat on the other section of the L couch. He took a sip of the tea and smacked his lips.

“Don’t call me love.”

“Don’t call them love.” You and Sam said at the same time. He was very in his phone, looking at news or texting his sister. You just stared at Zemo as he looked between Sam and you.

After a moment of silence, you spoke up, just above a whisper. “Do you feel guilty? Like, at all?”

Zemo’s intelligent eyes looked you up and down for a moment, thinking through his answer before speaking. “I don’t have time to feel guilty... And neither do you.” He said as he leaned back into the couch with one of his arms moving to the back of the couch.

Your eyes narrowed at him and curled your lip in disgust at him, putting your mug down on the coffee table.

He watched you for a moment before his eyebrow raised. “Why are you glaring at me?” He asked simply.

“I’m hoping you’ll spontaneously combust.” You told him in the same tone. Sam snorting by the bar, made you internally grin.

#marvel one shot #marvel imagine #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #falcon and the winter soldier imagine #falcon and the winter soldier one shot #sam wilson imagine #same wilson one shot #sam x reader x bucky #fandom imagine #reader insert #fandom one shot #gender neutral reader

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years

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Bad Days Made Better

Sam Wilson/Reader

Fictober Day 1 of 31

Words: 1,291

Summary: After a particularly bad day at work, all you want to do is hide away from the rest of the world. Sam isn’t going to let that happen, and he sets out to make you smile no matter what.

Note: this is my contribution to @natashxromanovf’s 1k follower writing challenge - the prompt i chose is bolded, and i had to doctor the wording slightly. congrats and i hope you enjoy :)

Sam Wilson Masterlist

From the moment you woke up the morning, not a single thing had gone right. Between the multiple alarms that didn’t go off in the morning, the big “out of order” sign that was hanging over the coffee machine at work, and the splitting headache that materialized the second you put your things down, it was safe to say that this day was not one you ever wanted to remember.

Thankfully once you started your day, it didn’t appear to be that busy. Libraries during the day were mostly frequented by retirees and the occasional stay at home mom, so you were able to just walk around with a cart of books and quietly go about re-shelving them. By lunchtime, your headache had quelled quite a bit, but that didn’t mean you everything was going to get better right away, because right as you were about to head home after your shift, the sky opened up.

Rain poured down all around you as you walked down the steps of the library to your car, and it was too windy for an umbrella to be of any use, so you had to just suck it up and run as fast as you could. By the time you were closing the car door and throwing your things on the passenger seat, you were completely drenched. It’s going to be okay, you thought quietly. At least once I get back home I’ll be able to rest, watch TV and not talk to anyone else today.

And to give yourself credit, that had happened for all of one hour. But right around dinnertime your phone began to ring, and your eyes widened when you looked at the caller ID to see your best friend’s name, realizing that you had completely forgotten about your plans for the evening. Knowing that he would just keep calling if you didn’t answer now, you picked up. “I know we were supposed to go to dinner tonight, but can I take a rain check?” you asked in way of greeting. “I’ve had the shittiest day and I don’t want to get out of my pajamas at this point.”

“Of course!” Sam responded. Thankfully there were no reservations in place, so all you had to do was decide on another night that would work for both of you. “How about I stop over and we can just hang out on the couch?”

“I don’t know,” you said quietly. You appreciated that he wanted to cheer you up, but there were some instances where you really just wanted to be alone, and this was one of them. You also had a bit of a crush on your best friend, and this wasn’t exactly the version of yourself that you were trying to promote, even though he has seen you ugly crying on the floor after your most recent breakup a year ago. “I don’t think I’d be good company tonight.”

“Y/N,” he said firmly. “I know you think you want to be alone right now, but I also know you’ll end up spiraling if you don’t do anything but lay on the couch all night. I’ll bring over some take out, and we can just watch a movie or something, how’s that sound?”

Okay, that did kind of sound like a good idea. “Alright,” you eventually agreed. “I want pizza.”

“Deal, I’ll pick it up from the usual place,” he said. “You want anything else?”

“Garlic bread?”

“I was getting garlic bread whether you asked for it or not, you know that.”

You laughed, a sound that felt strange at first, but gently you could feel some of your worry and anger drift away. “Then I don’t think so.”

“Alright, I’ll see you in a little bit.”

When you hung up the phone, you didn’t feel better instantly, but you knew that time spent with Sam would be a good way to help raise your mood. The pizzeria you normally ordered from always took about a half hour to make everything, so you decided to close your eyes for a few moments before he arrived.

You should have known that you would fall asleep seconds after closing your eyes, because next thing you knew, your phone was ringing once more, the sound pulling you from your peaceful slumber. Sam’s name was once again flashing across the screen, so you picked up. “Hello?” you asked.

“Hey sleepyhead,” Sam answered. You shook your head, there was no way he wouldn’t have known you had fallen asleep. “Answer your door, I don’t want to stand here all night.”

“What?” you asked. “You’re here already?”

“Yeah,” he responded. “And you’re not allowed to change your mind about hanging out with me tonight. I didn’t get soaking wet walking up to your apartment for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too, and I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

“Alright, give me a second,” you said, getting up from the couch and heading over to the door.

As expected, Sam was standing on your doorstep, holding a pizza box in one hand and his phone in the other while a shopping bag rested on the ground, likely containing the promised liquor. “Took you long enough,” he said, a small smile on his face. You just playfully rolled your eyes.

You grabbed the bag from the ground and moved to let him inside, breathing in the smell of the fresh pizza as you closed the door behind him. Sam had spent enough time in your apartment to know where everything was already, and soon the two of you were sitting on the couch with plates of pizza and garlic bread in your hands, an episode of your favorite show playing on the TV.

Originally you had wanted to spend the rest of the day sulking, but you had to admit that Sam was right, this was a lot better than laying on the couch and scrolling through your phone, barely getting up to eat. It meant a lot to you that he cared enough to try and make you feel better. If anything, it made your little crush on him worse.

And as you were packing up the leftover pizza, the beer in your system decided that it wanted to take matters into its own hands when it came to your love life. “Hey, can you bring me a napkin?” you asked Sam, who was busy putting away the leftover garlic bread. “I got some sauce on the counter by accident.”

“No problem,” he said, and seconds later he was holding one out to you.

“Thanks,” you said as you took it. “Love you.” At first you didn’t register what you had said, so when you finally realized he was staring at you, you were a little confused. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“Did you mean that?” he asked quietly.

“Mean what?”

“You said you loved me. Did you mean it?”

Your brain finally caught up with what was going on, and if you were sober you might have stuttered out some truth about you loved him as a friend, but the alcohol in your system wasn’t going to give up that easily. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “I do.”

Sam gently tapped on your shoulder, and when you turned around to look at him, his lips were suddenly on yours. You kissed back immediately, trying to keep from stumbling, but thankfully his hands took hold of your waist, and you melted even more into the kiss.

When you finally broke apart, Sam smiled, and you wanted to commit this moment to memory and never forget it as long as you lived. “Good,” he said softly. “Because I love you too.”

- the end -

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boop-le-snoot · 1 year

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welcome to

⚡ Welcome to Bun's Cockstop! This is a place where I thirst over cute dirty old men! Most of my works can also be found on AO3 (here).

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stories marked with an asterisk* contain adult content

⚡ multichapter fics ⚡

party favours [AO3 link] | tony stark x bruce banner x stephen strange x reader ot4) | explicit | ~120k words | completed

practical alchemy [AO3 link] | witch!reader x established!ironstrange | explicit | in progress (hiatus)

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⚡one-shots⚡

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sam wilson | bad touch* | violent delights* (content warning) |

loki | if life gives you melons* | bondage* (nb reader, they/them) | snow day* (male reader)

natasha romanoff | hot wheels* |

wanda maximoff | caught |

bucky barnes | bother figure (daughter!reader) |

thor | idunn's apples | hired man* (dubcon) | beloved, bejeweled |

otto octavius / doc ock | horny headcanons* | i want to kill you like they do in the movies - part 1 - part 2* - part 3* (fin) |

steve rogers | it drives me wild* |

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rickyl - part one*

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 1 year

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Marvel Masterlist

Hey, hey! Welcome to my Marvel Masterlist!

Here is the link to my Main Masterlist and My Navigation

And my requests currently are CLOSED

And I no longer write for these characters or this fandom for personal reasons (I still enjoy the show, but I just don't read or write fanfics for it anymore)!

Last Updated On: 11|12|23

All Characters (MCU & XMEN)

Ghost of Them (🥀)

MCU

All Characters

Do They Give Good Hugs/How Often Do They Hug You (❤️)

The Avengers Reaction To You Slapping Them (❤️🤷‍♀️)

Morning Sweetheart (🥀)

I Once Asked If It Was Between Me and Him, Who Would You Choose?: Part 1 (🥀)

And They Chose Him: Part 2 (🌹)

I Killed Them (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

Bucky Barnes

Embraces (🌹)

I'm Sorry (🌹)

They Forgot, But That's Okay (🌹)

Loki

All You Need Is Love (Gender Neutral Reader) (🌹)

High? Hi (Gender Neutral Reader) (🤷‍♀️)

Just Sleep (🌹)

Loki Come Down (🥀✨)

You’re An Idiot, But I Love You (Trans-Male Reader) (🌹)

Got You (🌸)

Soulmate AU: Version 1 (🌹)

Soulmate AU: Version 2 (🌹)

Those Are Mine (🌸)

Hanahaki Disease AU (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Everything Changed (🌹🥀)

Being With Him Includes (❤️)

Another Life (🥀)

We'll Get Through (🌹)

I'm Lonely Without You (🌹🥀)

Stupid For You (🌹)

Soulmate AU (🌹)

Wait For Me To Come Home (🌹🥀✨)

You Tried (Peter’s POV) (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

Peter's Reaction To The End of S7EP12 Of The Clone Wars (🌸)

Your House: Part 1 (🥀)

We Weren't Perfect: Part 2 (🥀)

I'm Happy For You: Part 3 (🌹🥀)

Unexpected (🤷‍♀️)

My Yellow (Gender Neutral Reader) (🌹)

Here (Male Reader) (🌹)

Worst Couple (🥀)

Happy Halloween (Gender Neutral Reader) (🌹)

I'm Fine (Stark!Reader) (🥀)

I Love You 10,000 (Stark!Reader) (🥀)

I'm Just--I Know (Stark!Reader) (🌹)

Hanahaki Disease AU (🌹)

Let Me Help (Stark!Reader) (🌹)

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

He Just Did (🥀)

I'm Sick And Tired Of It All (🌹🥀)

Natasha Romanoff

Happy Birthday (Romanogers!Reader) (🌹)

I Love and Miss You (🥀)

Something Like That (🌸)

Pietro Maximoff

Hanahaki Disease AU (🥀)

Sam Wilson (No Longer Write For)

My Daughter? (🌹)

Steve Rogers

Soulmate AU (🌹)

Little Things That You Do That Steve Loves/Finds Cute (❤️)

I Thought You Left Me For Good (🌹🥀)

Happy Birthday (Romanogers!Reader) (🌹)

Hanahaki Disease AU (🤷‍♀️)

Something Like That (🌸)

Thor

I’m Sorry For Ignoring You (Male Reader) (🌹)

Tony Stark (No Longer Write For)

Hanahaki Disease AU (🌹🥀)

XMEN

All Characters

Do They Give Good Hugs/How Often Do They Hug You (❤️)

Liar! (🥀)

I Want To Go Back! (🥀)

It’s All My Fault (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

The X-Men’s Reactions To You Slapping Them (❤️🤷‍♀️)

Alex Summers (Havok)

Yeah, In A Cowboy Hat (Gender Neutral Reader) (🌹)

Friends or Lovers? (🥀)

You're Jealous (🌹)

Take It and Go (🥀)

But You’re Not Mine (Gender Neutral Reader): Version 1 (🥀)

But You’re Not Mine (Gender Neutral Reader): Version 2 (🥀)

Charles Xavier (Professor X)

All So Sudden (🌹)

Early Morning Watch (🌹)

Hank McCoy (Beast)

You Weren’t The Only One! (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

Jean Gray

I Love You (🌹)

Warmth (Gender Neutral Reader) (🌹)

It's Okay Jean (Platonic!Reader) (🤷‍♀️✨)

Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)

You Are Doing Amazing (🌹)

Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

Thank You (Gender Neutral Reader) (🌹)

Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver)

Everything Will Be Fine (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

Scott Summers (Cyclops)

5 More Minutes (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

Warren Worthington III (Angel)

All I Have Are Flashes (🤷‍♀️)

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

SFW🌿

▪️ You had met both Bucky and Druig during a mission.

▪️ Although you weren’t considered an Avenger, you hated the term ‘hero.’

▪️ You preferred anti-hero, if you had to put a label on it

▪️ Your powers had appeared during a freak accident, that you still didn’t like to talk, or even think about.

▪️ But the end result; you could manipulate the natural world

▪️ Air, Earth, Water, Fire -

▪️ It made you a formidable opponent

▪️ And the best teammate

▪️ Although sometimes it was difficult to reign in your power. That made you really insecure... but that was before Druig & Bucky.

▪️ With their help, you were able to control your power, truly make it your own. It was a deliriously happy moment - when you were able to completely integrate you and your power

▪️ It was in those hours that Druig and Bucky seemed to take to each other, like they formed a background crush on one another

▪️ Where it was obvious that they both had a thing for you. A deep thing.

▪️ So yes, it did start off as a love triangle, with both men having a competition to gain your favour.

▪️ But the world is crazy and you never know what will happen next, so you said:

“I’m not going to choose. I either have both of you, or neither.”

▪️ And damn, that was a boss moment, because both men looked at each other and shrugged

▪️ “Together then,” Druig had said, breaking the silence

▪️ From then on, the three of you were always grouped together. Whatever happened before you got together was never talked about.

▪️ Your relationship was the start of your story

▪️ Druig’s favourite thing to do is piss off Bucky, and at the very least - tease him relentlessly

▪️ Although he can’t go with the old man jokes because ... he’s older than Bucky

▪️ You all work because Bucky is the backbone of the relationship, but can become very depressed, Druig has humour and mischief but too can become grumpy with too much outside human interaction, and you’re their hope. Their light in life.

▪️ It really works because you’re all introverts

▪️ You’d rather be at home, reading, writing, or watching tv with the guys

▪️ And they feel the same way

▪️ Druig has seen the world, the best and worst of it

▪️ Bucky has sacrificed a lot for the world

▪️ And you have endured a lot of trauma

▪️ So you all live in your own little bubble

▪️ Bucky is actually a pretty good cook

▪️ But Druig hates cooking - he doesn’t want to waste his time making anything too complicated

▪️ So you and Bucky are usually in the kitchen, cooking up a storm, while Druig makes sarcastic remarks from across the room

▪️ Oh and you have two cats, one black and one white

▪️ Their names are Sam and Magnus

▪️ Yes one is named after Sam Wilson, and when he visited your place and found out, all he did was laugh

“You know what Buck? I’m flattered!”

▪️ And no, Druig doesn’t use his mind-control, you and Bucky have forbidden it.

▪️ But he can do it to assholes when you’re out and about. Especially drunk ones

▪️ After a while, you guys would go and do vigilante stuff

▪️ Because you felt bad that awful things were happening and the police were doing nothing about it

⭑ Relationship Tropes:

✧ Asshole (Bucky) x Also An Asshole But It’s Hard To Tell Because Of Their Cute Exterior (You) x Even More Of An Asshole (Druig)

✧ Just a bunch of anti-heroes, bickering about when/why they should help

✧ This Probably Shouldn’t Work But Hey, It Actually Does

NSFW🔞minors dni!

▪️ Druig is a sub, and he gets into that headspace quite easily. He wouldn’t normally be so easy to let others control him, but he feels safe with Bucky and yourself.

▪️ Bucky automatically takes control; knowing what he wants and what he wants the both of you to do.

▪️ And on special occasions, you have both men tied up, begging for you to touch them.

▪️ Druig likes to be kissed on his chest, especially his nipples

▪️ Bucky likes when you pull his hair and bite his earlobe

▪️ Bucky likes to be pegged, and would most definitely take it from Druig.

▪️ Druig isn’t a bottom though, only a sub. He likes the teasing, the edging and nearing orgasm.

▪️ Bucky was against the sex toys at first, feeling somewhat hurt that his body alone wasn’t enough. But you both had to explain to him that that was not the reason at all

▪️ And now he’s a sex toy fiend

▪️ He’s constantly *slyly* suggesting to go to the sex store

▪️ Druig barely gets embarrassed, seriously, about anything. And at the beginning of the relationship, he took great pride in getting Bucky as red in the face as he could

▪️ They both love playing with your chest, sucking on your nipples

▪️ Oh and they both adore giving head

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pixiexdusts-world · 11 months

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Incorrect quote

Y/n: This food is too hot… I can’t eat it.

Bucky: You’re very hot, and I still eat you.

Sam: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!

Steve: one dinner… I just want ONE DINNER!

#marvel #marvel x y/n #marvel x reader #marvel x gender neutral reader #marvel x you #mcu x you #mcu x reader #mcu x y/n #marvel mcu #mcu #mcu incorrect quotes #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson #steve rodgers x y/n #steve rodgers x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #incorrect quotes

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ichorai · 1 year

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stitched ; sam wilson.

pairing ; sam wilson x super soldier!reader (gender neutral pronouns)

synopsis ; “I just worry about you—I know you can handle yourself, seeing as you’re all enhanced and whatnot, but… well, super soldiers can still bleed out, too.”

words ; 1.1k

themes ; fluff, very mild angst

warnings / includes ; a bit suggestive by the end, mild cursing, blood/injury/stitches, reader is nearly as old as bucky lol, bucky makes an appearance, sam is just a big old worrywart :(

main masterlist.

“Ow—Sam, that fuckin’ hurts—ow!”

Your boyfriend tore his eyes away from the deep gash in your forearm arm that he was stitching up to give you a mildly stern look. “It won’t hurt if you stop squirming around. In fact, this never would’ve happened if you hadn’t gone on that mission, like Steve warned you not to. You’ve got too much history with these folks—it’s dangerous for both you and everyone else on the team. Sit still for a sec and let me do my job, okay?”

Huffing, you slumped back into the sofa, using your free hand to frustratedly pull at your face, still bloody and caked with grime from the mission. You grimaced. A steaming hot shower sounded more than appealing right about now—along with a nice, long nap right after. Sam went back to sewing you up, grip a little tighter than necessary on your wrist.

“Why are you being so dramatic?” you asked him, shifting so that your free hand would rest against his bicep, patting him gently. “It was just a shard of glass—”

He didn’t spare you a glance, snorting as he shook his head. “A shard of glass from when a super soldier threw you through a skyscraper’s window, sure. You could’ve died.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t—I’m a super soldier too, Sam. And Bucky caught me, remember?” you gently replied. Carefully, you moved your hand upwards to cradle his face, thumb smoothing over his stubbled jaw. Sam paused in his suturing to look at you, his dark eyes wavering for a moment upon seeing your soft smile. “I’m fine, see? This’ll be completely healed over in two days’ time, just watch.”

The man in front of you squared his jaw and went on to finish the last of the stitches, neatly tying it off and placing the needle and thread away to the side.

“It could’ve been a lot worse,” Sam said, slightly less stiff. His hand came up to lay over yours on his face, pulling your fingers forward to plant a soft kiss against your knuckles, before holding them close to his chest. “I just worry about you—I know you can handle yourself, seeing as you’re all enhanced and whatnot, but… well, super soldiers can still bleed out, too.”

Chest tightening, you leaned closer to him, pressing a chaste kiss right beside his nose, and rested your forehead over his, noses bumping against one another. He smelled of earthy smoke and that citrus bodywash of yours he always stole, and something else just entirely him. You inhaled deeply, ignoring the burning pain within the side of your ribcage as you did so. “I know,” you whispered. After a brief moment of silence, you told him, “Thank you—for the stitches and the mother henning. Though, I could do with a little bit less of the latter.”

Wary of your freshly-sown injury, he tugged you closer, winding his arms around you in a sweet embrace. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled into your hair, littering feathery kisses along your temple. Even quieter, he tacked on, “I love you. Even though you’re, like, a million years old.”

“I’m only a hundred and five,” you gasped, abruptly pulling away to smack at his chest. “That’s younger than Bucky!”

“Oh, yeah, because Bucky is so young and spritely,” your boyfriend scoffed in response.

“Right, and we’re the one who chose to be cryogenically put to sleep and trained to be a killing machine throughout the decades,” you sarcastically bit out, though your tone lacked any real bite to it.

Suddenly, said super soldier strode through the open doorway, crossing his arms as a playful, light smile curled at the corner of his lips. “My ears are burning,” he said, sending you a knowing look as you sheepishly pulled away from Sam. “You guys talkin’ about me?”

“Just about which nursing home we should throw you into,” you snarked, which earned you a guffaw of laughter and a proud high-five from Sam.

Rolling his eyes, Bucky made his way over, throwing himself onto the couch beside you. “Tell me, what ever happened to respect your elders?” He turned his attention to your wound, features visibly softening. “You okay? Took quite a hit out there.”

“Just fine, Buck,” you reassured him, nudging him with a grateful grin. “I would be a gross sludge of mushy roadkill if it wasn’t for you.”

Sam made a disgruntled noise at your choice of words, but the two of you ignored him.

Your old friend smiled at you, then grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “You guys down to watch a movie or somethin’? Steve told me that Star Wars was pretty good. Ever watched that, Y/N?”

“Nope,” you quipped, blanching at the memory of your growing list of movies to catch up on. “Sorry, Bucky, I’m completely joed. I gotta hit the showers—get all this crusty blood off of me. I’m down to watch it with you tomorrow, though.”

Nodding in understanding, Bucky shooed you away when you planted a sloppy kiss to his cheek and cuffed him in the shoulder, sauntering away with a laugh. He wiped your kiss away with the back of his hand, before settling further into the couch and flicking through the channels.

“Alright, man,” said Sam after a moment, dusting his pants off and patting Bucky’s knee. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a rendezvous with a certain super soldier in the shower.”

Absent-mindedly, Bucky waved him away as well, mumbling a goodbye under his breath.

It was only as Sam was heading over to the bathroom, his shirt already in the process of being tugged off, did Bucky register what he was saying.

“Ew! Did you really have to tell me that? You guys are gross!” groaned Bucky, pulling a face at the thought. The rest of his complaints fell beneath his breathy grumbles, too quiet for Sam to pick up on.

Sam could only snort in amusement at that, before swinging the bathroom door open to see you brushing your teeth by the sink, bits of minty foam gathered by the corners of your lips. He enthusiastically greeted you with an affectionate kiss to your cheek, accompanied by a pair of hands suggestively wandering down to your hips.

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fluffyprettykitty · 8 months

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Summer sleepover

running from august 21st to august 23rd

We are celebrating life & anything good in it ☺️ and the reward is a drabble sleepover! Ilysm all and sending good and summery vibes of peace of love to you all year round!

As I had promised in the past we will use the same format as the 1.8 wlw sleepover to help me write my drabbles! What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories provided.

⋆ Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. No platonic or daughter! reader though.

⋆ Darker themes are welcomed to my discretion. Check my requests page for what I'm comfortable with.

⋆ Please only use a character from the ones already provided. The same goes for all the categories.

⋆ I will either turn them into blurbs or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.

⋆ I will do female reader for smut prompts and gender-neutral for fluff prompts. All will be written vague and over 21.

⋆ You can request up to three times.

⋆ You have to be strictly 18+ to participate.

⋆ The time frame is reserved for requests, I will write them and publish them as I see fit aka I don't want to post too much.

characters: Jack Russell, Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Thor Odinson, Gamora, Brock Rumlow, Layla El Faouly, Elektra Natchios, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector, Brunnhilde, Yelena Belova, Monica Rambeau, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Jane Foster, Kate Bishop.

aus: apocalypse, bakery, book store, brothel, celebrity, clone, detective, ghost, restaurant, porn star, tutor, maid, mechanic, mermaid, neighbor, stripper, yandere, werewolf, vampire.

kinks: latex, breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, strip tease, uniform/suit, deep throating, titty fucking, squirting, dirty talk, sex toys, accidental stimulation, collaring, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, lingerie, object insertion, lap dance, period sex, lactation, temperature play, edging, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes.

date ideas: day trip, road trip, library, museum, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks/bar, concert, walking, sightseeing, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, mattress shopping, shopping spree, cinema, coffee, abandoned places, photoshoot.

domestic situations: trying new recipes, competitive games, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing for a trip, laundry, saying goodbye at the door, repairing things, changing bedsheets, exercising together, ordering takeout, bathing a pet, falling asleep, waking them up, complaining about family, movie nights, doing dishes.

☆ Just combine as many as you want however you see fit! And of course, when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆

No pressure tagging: @that-sarcastic-writer, @tarrenterror25, @stargirlfics, @bvckysmoon @aphrogeneias @inklore @alohastyles-x @moonlight-prose @sunflowersteves @flordeamatista @e-dubbc11 @saradika @tom-whore-dleston

#selenes sleepovers #summer sleepover

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your-averagewriter · 2 years

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Request rules.

I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.

I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.

I also only really write x reader fics.

My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!

- Thanks for the requests though! :)

Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!

People/characters I will write for:

DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:

- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.

- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.

- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).

- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.

- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.

- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.

- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.

HORROR:

- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.

- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.

- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.

- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.

- The Boy - Brahms.

- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.

- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.

- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.

- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.

- The Crow - Eric Draven.

- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.

MARVEL:

- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.

- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.

- X-Men and others (Deadpool etc) - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson.

DC:

- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.

- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.

- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).

- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.

The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).

ANIME:

- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.

- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.

- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.

- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.

- My Hero Academia - Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Ida, Ochaco Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Itsuka Kendo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Keigo Takami, Mirko, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara.

- Obey me - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon.

- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.

- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.

- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.

MUSIC:

- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.

- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).

- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.

- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.

- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.

- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.

- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).

- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.

SCI-FI:

- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.

- Prey - Naru, Taabe.

- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.

- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.

OTHERS:

- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.

- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.

- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.

- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.

I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)

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lovelybarnes · 2 years

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viral- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x gn!reader, one mention of sam wilson warnings: gunshot wound, canon level violence, bucky has a bruise, you have a cut, protective and drugged up bucky, this is super lighthearted actually about: request! DH19) “please stop getting shot, it stresses me out.” + (PH3) person a posts a picture of person b and it becomes a meme a/n: other possible titles: mutilation and memes, maimings and memes. also! i tried to make sure this was completely gender neutral but please let me know if you find something that isn't!!

brilliant blue swims haphazardly beneath fluttering charcoal, shrunken pupils wild in their movements until they land on your figure. you gasp when you catch his eyes, unsure if you’re more staggered at his state since you saw him not ten minutes ago or the mirrored expression on his broken features.

carcasses lay splayed around you, the sinister stillness that you try to avoid mingling with the eerie tranquility coated in something metallic and cherry. you sprint to him, fingers catching gently on his jaw when you reach him. a hand settles on the dips of your ribs as the other cradles your chin.

the line between his brows jumps as he examines your face, bleeding bottom lip tugged between his teeth. a careful thumb runs across a nick on your forehead, dipping down to graze at a swollen cheek already beginning to bruise.

“you’re hurt,” he mumbles. a frown stresses his lips.

quizzically, you swat his hand away.

“i’m hurt?” frantic eyes stall on his injuries, each worse than the last. “you’re bleeding!” you remind, grimacing as you rub scarlet from his cupid’s bow.

“you’re bleeding,” he insists, stepping closer and stumbling over his feet.

you catch him with a grunt, his nose nudging the soft skin fragile between your neck and shoulder. a hand drifts down to steady him, meeting something wet and warm at his side.

lifting your fingers to your view, you curse when you see the red that coats your hands.

the shot and subsequent grunt you’d thought belonged to someone else proves otherwise now. “bucky, you were shot. someone fuckin’ shot you, honey.”

“no,” he argues stubbornly, but the ending rise of his voice is weak and his cheekbones won’t move from the crook of your neck.

“yeah, bucky,” you contest patiently, although you struggle to keep him standing. your fingers return to his side to press against the wound. “i’m touching the bullet right now. we have to get you to the medbay.”

“no,” bucky whines, pushing himself closer. “‘m fine,” he slurs.

“oh no,” you mumble, shrieking when the entirety of his weight slumps over on you as he faints. you hug him close as you go down so you can serve as a landing pad. it leaves you breathless and a little dizzy once you both go down, reaching an index finger to your comms.

“man down,” you drawl.

forehead pressed to the crook of your arm, you barely wake up again once bucky blinks himself conscious. he smirks sloppily when he sees you, hazed with the daze of the drugs and only clear enough to see you, bright and soft and hunched over on the bed because of him.

he pokes the flesh of your forearm with a vibranium finger, suddenly overcome with an urge to see your eyes in the dim light of the sun filtering through the windows.

your head jolts up quickly but you’re slow to wake, eyes open but foggy, unfocused until a few seconds go by of you staring at bucky’s blank, grinning face.

“bucky,” you say then, tinged in confusion but dipped in relief. your fingers find his as your features melt away to something softer. “hey, you’re up.”

he hums in response. “‘m up.” giddy fingers stretch and tighten around your curled hand.

you exhale as you observe his dilated pupils, letting your cheeks apple lightly at his open expression, dazed blue waves in his irises crashing with hearts reflected by the sun.

one of your fingers tucks away a strand of his hair behind his ear, tapping his temple lightly. “how’re you feeling?”

“great,” he answers, leaning forward fast toward you. “floaty. i could fly right now. throw me out of an… airplane.” you tut at him, gentle in your movements as you push him back into the bed. he flops without an argument.

“the drugs they give super soldiers…” you mutter.

he turns to look at you again at the sound of your voice, beginning to frown as he scrutinizes you.

your brows knit as seconds pass by and his gaze remains unwavering. “i know i look like a mess right now, bucky, but--”

“you’re hurt,” he cuts in, a hand rising to press the pad of his finger to your temple. bandages cover a small cut you’d begrudgingly let someone patch up while you waited for bucky to wake up, small and clean, but bucky’s features are puckered in distress.

“it’s just a scratch,” you assure, offering him a smile. “it’ll be all better soon.” your expression takes a darker turn, lips contorting. “but you… you gave me a scare, buck.”

“‘m sorry.” a genuine sadness drowns his features.

you can’t help but laugh then, only a bubble of it, light and iridescent and full of something airy and relieved. “‘not your fault. just… please stop getting shot, it stresses me out.”

bucky nods, head bobbing greatly until it ebbs away to something smaller. “promise i’ll try my best.”

you grin and pull his hand to your lips. “thank you.”

he hums, letting his eyes shut for a second. you think he’s gone to sleep before he sighs suddenly. something big and dramatic and sweet.

“what’s wrong?”

he sighs again and it makes you laugh, leaning over to smooth a nail over his eyebrow. his eyes pop open to the familiar blazing blue you can’t take your eyes away from.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he slurs, close to sleep with a sloppy smile.

“i will,” you tease, grabbing your phone.

his reaction is slow to appear on his face, exaggerated in his groggy state when the flash of your camera hits his eyes.

“oh!” you exclaim, surprised yourself.

he blinks.

you smile at him and look down at the picture, a giggle escaping your throat when you see bucky’s wide eyes, expression painted in surprise too over-the-top to belong to the former assassin.

“you look so cute,” you coo, blinking up at the real bucky to find his eyes closed, rose lips parted gently, dark hair tousled, face relaxed even with the purple flowering around his right eye. you snap another quick picture before pouting at the first, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to post it on your private story. you caption it with “recovering” and toss your phone aside so you can take a nap, rubbing hearts into the flesh of his hand.

incessant vibrations wake you up. you slap a hand over your phone with a groan, straightening up in the chair as you grimace at the crook in your neck. still bleary, you unlock your phone, feeling immediately awakened when you see the notifications building up at the top of your phone.

with a confused curse, you open instagram, where you have more messages than usual, and gasp when you see what they are.

the picture you thought you’d posted to your personal story stares back from your tagged section, a snippet of it when you pull down the notification bar from twitter. everything has gushing captions and heart stickers outlining bucky’s shape, and you would stifle a laugh if you weren’t as confused.

“what…” you start, accidentally too loud. “how…”

you look up when you hear movement from the bed, watching as bucky shifts and makes quiet noises in his sleep.

you glare back down at your phone, tapping angrily at a random post. it says pov and some reference to watching something that you don’t understand. you scroll and the next post has bucky’s picture a little smaller, the caption in blocky white letters above it rather than in the place instagram assigned it. the gist is similar to the one above, some sort of reaction to something.

it’s the same thing as you go down, and you groan as you realize you’d accidentally made your sweet boyfriend into a meme.

bucky’s face greets you when you log into any other social media, apparently viral. someone thanks whoever posted it on twitter, and you don’t bother to go into the comments and rabbithole of theories where you will surely see the names of every avenger. you aren’t sure who shared the picture from the story in the first place, and you don’t really see the point in finding out who it was now that the damage was done.

you let your phone slip past your fingers and your head drop into your hands, unable to help a disbelieving laugh at the situation. you open an eye to observe bucky in the midst of waking up and shut your device off with pursed lips.

bucky’s own phone vibrates with a message, lighting up with sam’s name on a text from the avengers groupchat. you can see the start of it, me when i saw #buckybarnes was trending, and a sliver of the picture.

“what is that?” bucky croaks suddenly.

you smile guiltily.

(but he isn’t too upset when he realizes articles of the winter soldier have been pushed down by his viral meme when you search up his name on google.)

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