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Pairing: Bucky x reader
Summary: With your boyfriend Bucky away for a mission, you need to take care of the midnight intruder alone.
Warnings: Mention of blood and fight, fluff.
A/N: Thank you to my darling @sgtjbuccky for giving this a read and loving it so much! I hope you guys enjoy it too!!
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Peace. That’s what you love about your Brooklyn apartment that you and your boyfriend Bucky share. It’s peaceful, bright and decently soundproofed. It had only pros: no FRIDAY alarm in the middle of the night for a mission, no constant dinging of the elevator, no door being slammed as your teammates go to their early morning trainings or bickering between Clint and Tony for the remaining of coffee in the coffee pot. It was only Bucky, lazy mornings and long and peaceful night.
Peace? Apparently not tonight. You groan when you hear racket coming from upstairs and disturbing the silence of the night. What are your neighbors doing for them to be so loud? You reluctantly pry an eye open and sigh when you notice it’s way past one in the morning. Why people had to be so loud and disrespectful?
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Anon request: i was thinking of something where reader is a new avengers recruit and bucky has the biggest crush on her (literally everyone can tell) but denies it and he literally can’t ask her to pass the syrup without him becoming a stuttering mess and then reader gets slightly hurt on a mission but the others blow it way out of proportion in hopes of getting him to finally confess he likes her. IF YOU WANT TO THOUGH! if not it’s totally fine. i just really adore your writing and skcndkxns
Warnings: Fluff and teensy bit of angst but it’s barely visible
A/N: My dear anon, here’s the fic I wrote after your request. This is my first attempt at a request ever so I really really hope you’ll like it and that it’s how you pictured it! I had a lot of fun writing it and I can’t wait to hear from you. As always, feedbacks are greatly appreciated 💕
To say that you were not a morning person would probably be considered as an understatement. You absolutely hated morning to your guts. Waking up early was not for you. People trying to make conversation with you? They’d generally end up running away scared by the death glare you would shoot their way. The cute girls who woke up fresh with slightly messed up hair but in a cute way? That wasn’t you. You’d generally wake up with the mark of your pillow on your cheek, half of your face red from being buried into the said pillow, your hair peaking in all directions, your eyes puffy and skin definitely not glowing. You were a mess.
But since you had joined the Avengers initiative a few months ago, you had to change that attitude. You had to become a morning person unless you wanted your ass to be kicked by Natasha during training or Steve to send you running 5k for snapping at him.
After a few weeks, you all had came to a compromise: they would all let you sulk in peace until you put a step in the gym. During breakfast, they were not allowed to talk to you unless you talked first. But when it was training time, you would have to show motivation and keep your foul mouth shut.
Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes knows the way to drive you up the wall in frustration, fed up with it, you show him that you know how to play just the same.
Warning(s): fluff, teasing Bucky, bit of a little shit but a charmer too, language!
A/N: Here’s a little one shot for you all!! I hope you enjoy, once again, thank you for your endless love and support, I appreciate it beyond words! And can we all just die over this gif, cause I’m dying all over again! disclaimer, yes I’m aware the title is the same as Poon’s fic, but we already had a laugh about that ;)
Contemplative, frustrated.. Annoyed.
Eyes darted from the notebook in front of you to the clock on the wall. You bit your lip, managing to contain a displeased groan.
It was late.
23:57, to be exact.
On a Monday, and yet, 208 pages still remained unread and the deadline stamp of ‘8 o’clock sharp on your boss’ desk in the morning’ refused to change, and you huffed again.
Summary: On your 25th birthday, for twenty four hours, you are allowed to possess your soulmate; a process called The Possession. As you look at the world from their eyes, you find out everything you can about your soulmate so you can locate them when The Possession is over. But you have a slight problem: you wake up in a cryo freezer.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 4,247
A/N: Do I want to get back into writing w this crazy ass idea? idk, but lets see how it does lol. let me know what you think!
You didn’t know if it was just you, or if the clock was ticking by unbearably slowly.
You watched the second hand mock you as it moved, as if threatening you to react to its slow passage. You gritted your teeth and forced yourself to close your eyes so you wouldn’t have to look at it. When you opened them again a few minutes later, you groaned. The wait was excruciating.
You were nearly sweating through your clothes at this point, hands clammy. Had you been standing, you were sure you would have collapsed by now. Your legs were jelly and unable to move. You were staring at the clock again. Five minutes till the Possession.
Pairing : Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky slowly but surely learns again that physical contact doesn’t have to me painful or punishing. You show him it can be soft, gentle or even reassuring.
Warnings: A sickening amount of fluff, some smuttish parts
A/N: Please put the blame on @violentlybarnes, she made me do this! Anyway, I feel like I haven’t written Bucky in ages, I’m a little rusty and my heart is still aching from Infinity War. I hope you’ll like it! P.S. This is unedited because I was too excited to post, I’m sorry for the typos, I promise to correct them all soon! 💕
Bucky Barnes was not into PDAs, it was now a well known fact. It had taken him long enough to feel comfortable about being touched by another human being (mostly Steve) now he much rather keep it to the bare minimum. Of course he wasn’t against a pat friendly of the back and if he accidentally bumped into someone, he wouldn’t reach for his pocket knife anymore. But as long as he was concerned, Bucky did not enjoy being touched.
For a long time, every time someone touched him, Bucky had flashbacks of strong hands pushing him back in his chair and holding him still while they ran experiments on him, or worst, erased his memories. So now, if Bucky could avoid any physical contact, it was perfect for him. Every body on the team knew it and accepted it. There was no touching Bucky outside of training and occasional friendly touches when they enjoyed a night out.
Pairing : Bucky x Reader
Summary: On your way back home, you are being followed by a couple of creeps. When your eyes fall on the most impressive and handsome Avengers, you don’t think twice and find yourself a fake boyfriend and savior.
Warnings: mention of street harassment, fluff, a very flirty Bucky
A/N: I took a small break in Curves and Edges but the third part is in progress and will hopefully be up next week. In the meantime I am here with this little oneshot becayse happy birthday my dear @stressedoutkylo! 🎉 I took the liberty of writing that to celebrate your special with you! I thought you might need some flirty, protective Bucky hehe. I know it’s not much but I hope you’ll like it! All the hugs and kisses and love and I hope you have a wonderful daaaaay 💕
Despite being one of the people that had helped the world avoiding complete annihilation about a year ago, Bucky still felt like he was on the run every time he walked out of the tower by himself. Crowds made uncomfortable, visible, exposed, almost vulnerable. So he always tried to make himself as small as possible, his eyes hidden under his cap, he made a point of honor to stand on the side of the nest of busy people and tried to avoid any bumping into anyone.
Bucky’s eyes carefully wandered around the subway platform, his eyes meeting the too many billboards and too many people who seemed to always be in a rush. Sometimes he felt like, since the war, someone had shortened the days by a few hours, which was why, nowadays, everybody was always running everywhere, bumping into each others without even looking back to see if the other person was okay. No, the world had turned into a more selfish place that it already was.
Series Summary: Eight times Bucky Barnes said ‘I love you’ without saying ‘I love you’, and the one time he actually said it.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 1,852
“What if we didn’t have knee joints?” You said aloud. “Would we just walk like penguins, d’you think?”
Bucky let out an exasperated laugh, giving you a look. “Why would you even think something like that?”
You blinked and pursed your lips. “It was a random thought.”
He shook his head, continuing to polish his gun. “We’re hiding behind a bush, about to snipe a guy who’s killed over thirty people. It’s hardly the time to be thinking about penguins.”
Marvel are being too secretive about infinity war. The trailer is all fake, none of that shit happens, and the movie is just two and a half hours of weird uncle Bucky being taught memes by shuri and peter, and t'challa and tony pop in occasionally to make sure they’re alive and bring snacks
Bucky looks up from where he’s stood behind a countertop, ruggedly handsome under the dull lighting and surprised at the sound of your voice. “Hey. Heading to bed?”
He jerks his chin, gesturing to the blanket held in your arms. You smile, cradling at the quilt. “Guilty.”
You make to walk off, but his voice calls out across the room a few heartbeats later. “Hey, hold on a sec.”
You turn, and find him leaning against a shelf of books with a knowing grin, arms crossed. His forearms are exposed under rolled up sleeves, and the metal appendage of the left gleams under the soft light. “What were you and Nat talking about earlier?”
You open your mouth, debating on giving him a little white lie, but think better of it. “She was, ah, teasing me .. about you.” You shift the blanket in your arms.
Bucky must’ve overheard the redhead’s banter, more so than what he’s letting on. He tilts his head playfully. “Ah, your infamous crush on me.”
You shake your head, trying not to smile. “Fuck off.” You’re about to turn away once more, thinking he’s dropped it.
“What would you do if I kissed you right now?”
“What?” You laugh softly, an incredulous noise, but your voice catches in your throat. Bucky crosses the room with deliberate pace and, taken aback, you find yourself drawing away with wide eyes. The backs of your knees cuff against the framework of the doorway.
He presses on closer, halting only when his boots nearly kick against your own, bare feet. Your breath quickens. He’s silent for a few heartbeats, blue-eyes rimmed with intensity as his right arm rests casual on the wood, inches above your head. He could probably crack the entire doorframe in half if he wanted - easy.
You have to look up at him through your eyelashes just to meet his gaze, and even then, you find yourself trying not to fidget. It’s almost like he’s observing you, and at least clutching the blanket close to your chest gives your hands purpose; something to busy themselves with.
He’s going to do it.
You draw a shaky breath in as he leans even closer, bowing his head down so your faces are almost level. You tuck your chin, but the back of your neck is already tight against the wooden frame he has you pressed into.
“I’m serious. What would you do if I kissed you?”
Your noses brush as his breath fans warm on your mouth as he coos and you swear, even without his lips on yours, he’s so close you can feel his grin against your skin.
As fast as he started it Bucky pauses, drawing back a hair as a smirk tugs on the corner of his mouth. “You should really see the look on your face.”
And with that he pushes off of the wall, turning away and walking out of the room, casually. You sputter, throwing the blanket, now a balled up mess, at the back of his head.
Summary: Lockdown with Sebastian means moring cuddles…
▪️Fandom: My dreams
▪️Word Count: 431
▪️I wrote this because I think we are all are stressed and worried about what’s going on the world so please enjoy some seb fluff and stay safe❤
The golden rays softly prick your skin as the sun rises over the city.
Slightly groaning your eyes flutter open to see the open balcony doors and Sebastian standing there, overlooking the city slowly come to life.
You say with a raspy voice, your voice still full of sleep. Sebastian turns around instantly wit your words and did his heart stop when he sees you.
You look like a angel…
please do not repost without my permission.
✧ = fluff, ✰ = smut, ✼ = angst
❀ Wednesday (fem!reader) ✧ ✰A masked superhero, clad in red and blue, has you wrapped around his finger; you, with good faith, would not be able to deny that the skirt crumpled at your waist isn’t a result of your foolish affection either. You don’t even know his name.
or“Spider-Man, as you’ve come to know through the media and the reoccurring fuck, is selfless, a part-time superhero and a bit reckless. Hence, the reason why he’s more than likely taking you apart behind a dirty building at 4:19 pm.”
❀ invisible (gender-neutral!reader) ✧ ✼It hits you like a wave. You’re drowning under a flood of your pity and sorrow until a brown-eyed boy swims deep enough to help you find air, even if it’s temporary.
“Your Peter, stupidly brave and brilliant, is the sherpa blanket you left on your bed that you have been longing for all day. He is the peppermint tea to your favourite book and candle combination.”
❀ New Horizons (gender-neutral!reader) ✧
You and Peter bond over your shared interest in video games. More specifically, through a shared chatroom and your investment in animal-like villagers that bring you a worrying amount of happiness.
“Your heart flutters under the sight of warm eyes and a boyish grin. Maybe your island filled with villagers, flowers and heart-shaped lakes weren’t the only good things to come from March 20th.”
❀ Go to Hel(l) (hel!fem!reader) ✧ ✰ ✼It’s a friendly proposition from your father — visit Midgard and leave the frozen hills in the Underworld. And, truly, the place your brother calls New York is home to more felons than Helheim, but it’s also the place you find yourself falling in a bed of poppies.
or“In truth, Bucky is the sun and you’re the shadows that scurry away in a feeble endeavour to avoid the inevitable. Every graze of his finger against yours burns the thin layer of ice on your skin, and it stings like the receiving end of Thor’s thunder.”
Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!Reader
Summary: A masked superhero, clad in red and blue, has you wrapped around his finger; you, with good faith, would not be able to deny that the skirt crumpled at your waist isn’t a result of your foolish affection either. You don’t even know his name.
Warnings: Smut (semi-public intercourse, cockwarming if you squint and sex with a kinda unknown stranger), fluff, swearing and peter & reader are around 20
Word Count: 2432
A/N: yea…. yea…
The balmy ray of Summer and a New York afternoon have marked your skin a pretty gold tint under the slight sheen of sweat that looks like it could be from walking a mile or two — anything remotely innocuous.
But anything remotely innocuous is quite the opposite of the honest-to-god sins you’ve acted upon.
The Ball Pit
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
- Prompt: I don’t want to lose you.
- Warnings: Fluff, innuendos, just for fun🌸💕
Authors Note: This is written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club and I hope everyone enjoys this little fluffy Drabble 🌸
“Doll?! Y/N?! Where are you?” You hear Bucky call out, even with your head submerged under the millions of plastic balls in the two ball pits along with water guns that Tony has set up in the common room for the full grown, fully functioning, bad ass adults.
Bucky groans as one of the plastic balls hits him in the side of his head. Sam laughs and ducks under.
Your head pops up and you laugh at his adorable little pout. “Aww Buckybear I’m right here Sarge.” You tease and snake your way towards him.
He grins and pulls you into a hug. “Stay close to me doll, I don’t want to lose you amongst these balls.”
“I’d rather get lost on your balls.” You mumble quietly to yourself and shoot water from your water gun at Sam, earning a point for you and Bucky.
“TEAM Y/N and Bucky win!” Tony announces with his hands in the air. You effectively high five Bucky and praise his teamwork.
You step out of the ball pit and sigh.
“Hey, Y/N?” Bucky giggles and you turn around. Your face flustered by what he’s doing.
He holds two plastic balls in front of his crotch and smirks. “Do you wanna play with my balls?”
“Bucknasty!!” Sam comments as he walks past.
“Hey Sam! At least my balls are bigger than yours. Heard some dame say yours are the size of pecan nuts.” You laugh and shake your head, letting the boys talk about their balls in private.
HBC Wednesday Wisdom
There are many things Seb has said that are inspiring but this one in particular is a favorite of mine:
“Embrace your differences and the qualities about you that you think are weird. Eventually, they’re going to be the only things separating you from everyone else.”
And really what always, always makes me smile and just feel good is his smile (and that nose scrunch eye crinkle), so I’ve included some favs here in the hopes that it will make you smile too. Much love always! Have a great day❤️💕❤️
@aesthetical-bucky @abovethesmokestacks @book-dragon-13 @beckzorz @becs-bunker @chuuulip @eurynome827 @godofplumsandthunder @hiddles-rose @hailmary-yramliah @itsunclebucky @jewelofwinter @jewels2876 @jhangelface0523 @ikaris-whore @loricameback @lancetuckershairgel @littledarlinhavefaithinme @littleredstarfish @mycupoffanfiction @mushyjellybeans @marvelgirl7 @marvelandotherfandomimagines @nerdy-bookworm-1998 @ninjabucky @rainbowkisses31 @randomfandompenguin @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan @suz-123 @tilltheendwilliwrite @softpeachbarnes @sallycanwait68 @sebastiansloserclub @unicorns-and-fairy-dust @viking-hel @survivor-reborn @when-the-hell-is-bucky @wintersoldier1989 @wintersoldierissucharide @yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend @nerdypinupcrystal @the-ss-horniest-book-club @this-kitten-is-smitten @crushedbyhyperbole @jamesbarnesappreciationclub @im-not-great-at-making-up-names @kilyra @nano–raptor
He’s so precious!!! 💕🌸💕🌸
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
- Summary: You and Bucky decide what to do with the spare bedroom in your new house.
- Prompt: “Why don’t you marry me, huh?”
- Word Count: 600
- Warnings: None, just some fluff 💕
Authors Note: This is written for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club and I decided to use this prompt with another drabble idea I had.
“What are we going to do with the spare room?”
The question circulates Bucky’s mind since the day your offer was accepted. Even much so he finds himself tossing and turning through the night.
This was the first house you’ve bought together, a very serious commitment for a couple but the relationship was stable and have been for the past five years. Both of you dreamt of the day you could move out of the compound and have your own space and privacy.
It came with a master bedroom with an en-suite and a large walk-in closet. And it had a smaller bedroom down the hall painted in a neutral magnolia colour.
The two-bedroom house was situated in a safe and lovely suburb. With the windows open, you could hear the distinctive sounds of birds chirping and singing in the distance. It was almost like paradise, minus the palm trees swaying.
The back garden was big enough for a flower patch and a vegetable patch. A dream of Bucky’s was to grow his own vegetables.
“We could make a gaming room?” Bucky suggests over his morning cup of coffee.