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Not me just kinda jotting down stuff for a fic in my notes app tge realizing it’s FUCKING 1.1k words and Im not even close to finished… YALL. Get ready for the hozier music worthy Druig fic

#druig x reader #druig smut #druig x y/n #druig x eternal!reader #eternals #haha omg

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Hey yall :/ sorry for like not posting at all. I just recently started school again, yay junior year and being a double major. Fuck gen psych and fuck organic chem. Anyways, should be posting soon again! Lmk what y’all want. perhaps:

Joaquin Torres x reader

Bucky Barnes x reader

Any Triple Frontier boy besides Tom

or literally anything else related to Pedro, Marvel, or Star Wars! I feel bad for ghosting and wanna make it up!

#bucky barnes x reader #joaquin torres x reader #triple frontier #marvel #star wars #:)

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aGh this was so fucking amazing. youre such a lovely writter and do so good with dialog. AMAZING

Request for will Miller meeting a girl through Benny. She’s one of his MMA friends who fights in the coed category so Benny and her met through her kicking his ass. Later she’s officially introduced to will and he’s smitten 💜

warning: some language, violence, kissing, some misogynistic bullshit note: I hope this was what you were looking for. I could do a part 2 because I really enjoyed this otp. :D Thank you so much for this request. Will Miller x MMA Fighter!Female!Reader, Benny Miller x MMA Fighter!Female!Reader (Platonic)

Benny Miller is a beast. He hits like a brick and takes them just as well. On the mat all he’s business and mean looks. His right hook hurts worse than any hangover you’ve ever felt.

But you’re lighter, nimble. You get in and out before he knows what to do with himself. Two, three hits to the ribs - out, three steps and you’re behind him, two light hits to the kidney. Kick to the back of the knee, he’s down. You have one of his arms and his head wrapped in your grip like a vice.

“You don’t skip leg day, huh,” he manages to grit out while trying to break your hold.

You laugh, winded, “My mama told me: you need to make sure to work your legs to either please your man or to kill him.” Benny laughs hoarsely and taps out. You instantly let him go and you both starfish against the mat.

“You’re ruthless,” he tells you, lulling his head to the side to catch your eye. “I still can’t walk straight from our match.” You put him in a leg hold that time, he was far too stubborn to submit, especially to a woman, only when his ACL was threatening to snap did he finally give in.

“At least you’ll always remember me,” you coo playfully and he snorts.

A sharp whistle cuts through the gym and catches everyone’s attention. Like meerkats, both of your heads pop up to see a broad frame approach. “That’s my ride,” Benny explains. “My truck’s in the shop.”

He rolls onto his stomach and pushes up from the ground before he offers you a hand to get up, which you graciously accept. “We’re going to watch the fight at Mac’s if you wanna join?”

You hesitate, rolling the idea around in your head before you shrug. “Yeah, alright.”

“Starts at seven,” he tells you, punching you on the shoulder lightly. “See you there!”

-

Mac’s is loud and packed on fight nights, so you tend to stay away. You like to watch at home with friends and get wasted in peace, but you can’t say no to Benny - no one can.

You push through the crowd, spotting Benny with a group of three near the middle of the room. He sees you, though you’re not sure how in the sea of people, and waves full-armed, “Hey-yo!” The three with him turn their attention on you as you approach, one being his ride from before.

“Started without me, I see,” you greet him as he pulls you into a side hug. There’s already a bucket of beers in the center of the table, ice keeps them cool, a few have gone missing.

Benny keeps his arm around your shoulder and grins, “You were taking too long.” He points to guys around the table as he lists off their names before he lands on you, and he introduces by your given name, “But everyone at the gym calls her Bambi.”

“Like the Disney movie,” Santiago asks.

“More like Bam-” Benny makes a punch with his free hand, “-bi.”

“It’s stupid,” you snort and roll your eyes, “but it stuck.”

“He says you kicked his ass,” Will says, who apparently is his older brother and the one that picked him up earlier. You can see the resemblance now that you’re up close, hear it in their voices.

“Which time are we talking about,” you question with a tilt of your head.

That gets a twitch at the side of Will’s lips, “There’s been more than one?”

“More than I can count on my fingers and toes,” you confirm.

This is where Benny has to step in and defend himself because he’s pretty sure it’s less than that. “Only one of those were sanctioned fights,” he clarifies, pointing at you so you can confirm. You nod in agreement but the other three are still chuckling at him. “I have no problem losing to her, man. I don’t fucking know Krav Maga!”

“Technically,” you and Will say simultaneously and then stop. Then there’s a round of ‘No, please, you go’s until Frankie goes cross-eyed and cracks open another beer.

“Okay, I get it,” Benny ends everyone’s misery and finally drops his arm from your shoulders. “You know, they don’t really train you properly for that kind of shit in the military,” he says with the lip of his bottle pointed at you. “They teach you self-defense techniques and stuff in basic. But all my shit is natural fucking talent.”

“Lucky you,” you tease and reach for one of the beers in the bucket. You hit the lip on the side of the table to pop the top off and Will’s eyebrows shoot up as it flies over his head. “Sorry,” you wince.

“Don’t be,” he chuckles. “It’s not the first piece of metal that’s flown that close to me, probably won’t be my last.” Benny has told you about his time in the service and you’ve only heard about his brother in passing, so you can only guess what Will’s been through. You give him an apologetic smile and he shakes his head at you, giving you a wink, “Really, it’s okay.”

“So,” Santiago clears his throat, catching your attention, “how’d you get into fighting, Bambi?” He practically purrs out the nickname and Benny rolls his eyes.

“Well, it started off as a charity thing. I’ve been training in Krav Maga since I was a kid, my dad put me in classes to toughen me up. I stuck with it through school, into college, and got a job as an instructor. So, I get approached by this ‘recruiter’,” you use air quotes and try not to show your annoyance as you continue, but the grip on your bottle tightens, “says he’s putting on this ‘ladies only’ showcase and asks me to be part of it. Now, I’m thinking it’s going to be legit.”

Frankie shakes his head and you tap your nose.

“They’ve got fucking baby swimming pools of pudding and oil and jello…” you sigh.

“No way,” Santiago laughs, throwing his head back.

“I wanted to rip that dude’s head off because he comes up to me and he’s like, ‘Oh, I need you to change into this,’ and hands me this tiny bikini that wouldn’t even cover anything to begin with,” you shake your head and take a long pull from your beer.

“So how does this get you into MMA,” Will asks.

“Oh, right,” you grin. “So, when I tell the guy I’m not going to be changing into anything or swimming in any jello, he starts yelling in my face, telling me that we had a deal, that it was for charity, that I was wasting his time. Blah blah blah.”

Santiago nods and rolls his eyes, like he’s been there, done that.

“Normally, I can deal with people like that. We run after school programs at my academy, I run into a lot of entitled parents, I get yelled at three times a week, that’s no big deal,” you explain. “But this guy, Trevor, grabs me by the shirt and says I’m going to be doing whatever he wants whether I like or not so I better get used to it and then calls me ‘sugartits’.”

There’s four different volumes of laughter that spills over the table and you let it die down before you keep going, “I can see someone heading over to help me out, but before he can get there, I give Trevor two palm strikes to the chest and he lets me go. He balls up his fist and rears back like he’s actually going to punch me, but the idiot doesn’t realize the momentum he’s giving me and I toss him. I got him on the ground, his arm wrapped around my leg - with one pull I can get it out of its socket. I had him cancel the event that night.”

Benny’s got his head in both of his hands, doe eyes blinking up at you like he’s starstruck, it’s all in jest, though. He’s messing with you and you punch him on his shoulder hard. He rubs it and he frowns at you.

“Anyway,” you continue and look at Will who seems to be actually awestruck, “the guy that was walking over to help me out was the local MMA talent recruiter, some of his fighters feed into the UFC pool. Jenny Savage was one of his girls.”

“She’s got nothing on you,” Benny scoffs. “Wait until you get into the cage with her.” He barks and flexes. “Bambi’s going to get in that one-two in. Bam-bi.”

“You’re a fucking idiot, Benny,” you grin, but take the compliment nevertheless.

The fight didn’t start for another half hour so you fell into more conversation with Benny and his friends. You learn about Benny’s failed senior high school prank of getting the principal’s car on the roof, you’re not sure how he planned to even do that because he sure didn’t have one, but he looked proud enough that he tried.

Frankie tells you he’s a pilot and you tell him your dad is one, too. You learned on a crop duster when you were a wee one but never actually got your license or went to flight school like your pops wanted you to. “Still know how to handle a stick, though,” you tell him and Will nearly chokes on the nachos you guys ordered. Santiago pats him on his back and gives him a worried once over before he’s waved off.

More war stories are exchanged. They try to keep it light, though. Pope tells you about the time that he and Benny took a pair of twins home and before the story can get too raunchy, Frankie cuts him off. “Oh, let him have his fun,” you shush him instead. “I’m not a schoolmarm or a nun.” You turn your attention back to Santi and urge him on. He finishes with something about anal beads and empty cans of whipped cream. Will has his head in his hands and Fish grabs yet another beer.

“So,” you say slowly, “how did you…” you stop and look at Benny with narrowed eyes as you do the math. He just grins at you. You can feel four pairs of eyes on you now as you think it over. “And then you just…” He nods as you start to understand. “They must have been very flexible.”

“They were,” Pope laughs, waving down the server for another round of drinks, “yoga instructors.”

“I do yoga,” you say, “but I’m not sure if I can even bend that way.” You tilt from side to side, imagining in your head the scenario Santiago placed in it, you catch Will’s eye and he’s gaging your reaction. “Yeah, maybe I can, if the guy’s tall enough.” There’s a bloom of red that spreads up his neck that you can see and you give him a small smile before Benny takes your attention away.

“First fight’s on,” he nudges you. Of course it’s not one you’re too interested in, but you take a look until your drinks arrive.

“Alright, Bambi,” Fish asks, “I’ve got to know, do you actually prefer to fight men or women, or does it even matter?”

“You’re the first person to ask that, you know? But I guess it doesn’t matter to me,” you shrug, picking at the last bit of nachos left in the pile. “I like fighting anyone that fights fair and doesn’t pull their punches. It’s why I like Benny so much, he doesn’t give a fuck.”

“I give fucks,” he corrects, “I just don’t like to lose.”

“Fair enough. Anyway, I’ve been paired up with a bunch of coeds that treat me like some delicate flower, tip-toeing around me like I’m made of porcelain or something. My pops wanted a son and he got me, I didn’t get to play with Barbies growing up or anything, never wore dresses, never had long hair. I got beat up a lot because of it, that’s why he threw me into the academy. Now that I’m an adult, I can wear all the pretty dresses and wear my hair how I want, but that still doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass six ways to Sunday and take a few hits in the process,” you shrug. “Wow, anyway, all that said, just point me in the direction and I’ll fight ‘em.”

“You really should’ve been in the military,” Pope laughs into his beer.

“That’s what my dad also wanted,” you grin before dropping the last bit of nachos into your mouth.

Two fights in, three buckets later and the four of you are on your way to white girl wasted. You’ve gone from Michelob Ultras, thanks to Benny, to Stellas, your choice. Seating arrangements are mixed up as well, Benny and Santiago have taken over the far side of the table, hunching over together as they look like a pair making nefarious plans. Frankie is midway, stretched out, looking relaxed with his cap barely on his head, jean jacket shucked from his body and now on the back of your chair somehow.

But you are with Will, your chairs somehow closer than Benny and Pope’s, the two of you talking about anything, everything. His brother has mentioned you half a dozen times, ‘the woman that kicked my ass’ and Will had thought nothing of you until now, just another amusing tale Benny would bring up from time to time. Each one of those times Benny has invited Will to meet you, to go out to dinner, to the movies, to your house. He was trying to get the two of you connected because he knew you would get along but Will is so stubborn.

And you, the recluse. He has tried to get you to go over for barbecues, for poker nights, for pool parties. No, you wanted to stay in your bubble and keep to yourself.

You and Will deserve each other.

“Everyone has a favorite flavor of ice cream,” you laugh, looking at Will incredulously.

He shakes his head, “I don’t like sweets that much, actually. I gave all my Halloween candy to Benny when we were little.”

“That’s probably why he never sits still now,” you tut, looking over at the youngest Miller now where he and Santiago are laughing at something on his phone. “I’m pretty sure they tap into him to get the energy for Red Bull.”

Will chuckles, “He was worse when we were kids.”

“I feel sorry for your parents,” you wince.

“Yeah, me, too,” he grins. “We were shitheads. At least one of us grew out of it.”

You laugh and prop your head on your hand, elbow on the table, “He talks about you all of the time. Cool older brother Will.” The flush you brought onto him earlier creeps back up his neck. “It’s really sweet how much he cares about you. I can tell you feel the same. I’m an only child, so I don’t know what it’s like, but I feel the love between you two, it’s all warm and fuzzy. And he’s really not afraid to talk about how he feels about any of you. He’s a good man.”

Will looks over at his brother for a second and then back at you, “Yeah, he is.”

“He had a good teacher,” you add, giving him a pointed look.

The blush reaches his ears and they bloom bright red. Will ducks his head and lets out a nervous chuckle before he peeks up at you through his lashes, “He’s not afraid of saying how he feels?”

“No, not really,” you snort. “He gives me a play-by-play on the daily to the point of TMI.”

“Then as his teacher I should do the same, right,” he continues cautiously.

You tilt your head curiously, dropping your hand from the table, “I suppose so.”

His gaze drops from your eyes to your lips, “I’ve been thinking about kissing you since you’ve sat down.”

“I - Oh.” And now it’s your turn to feel heated. Your breathing picks up and you absently lick at your lips, the taste of guacamole and Stella lingers, “I mean, okay.”

The corners of his lips curl up and he leans forward and so do you, but there isn’t much space between you anyway. He tilts his head this way, you go the other - and you feel his beard before anything else, the gentle pricks of hair against your skin before the soft press of lips against your own. He molds against you like a found puzzle piece, slotting in place with ease.

A hand, large and warm, rests against your cheek. He presses another kiss to your mouth and another before he pulls away, but hand stays and you cover it with your own. “Wanna get out of here,” you ask him, threading your fingers through his and dropping your entwined hands to your lap.

“Yeah,” he nods, “I do.” He tugs you out of the chair and waves to his friends.

“Wait, where are you going,” Benny shouts, “the fight’s not over!”

“Gonna have a match of our own,” you answer with a wiggle of your brow, pulling cash out to toss onto the table, Will does the same.

“Gross,” Benny gags. “At least wear protection.”

“I don’t wear my pads in bed, Ben,” you roll your eyes. “Night, fellas, nice meeting you!” You hook your arm into Will’s and head for the door, laughing as Benny’s shout of ‘I meant condoms’ follows you out.

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Absolutely adorabl! can’t wait for the rest hun 🐸

The Falcon and the Nestling ~ P1. Adoption (Dad!Sam Wilson)

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This is a Sam Wilson x Adopted!GN!Reader head cannon series. Reader doesn’t have any gender or race. If you see anything that goes against this please tell me so I can fix it asap. Thank you for reading… I hope you enjoy! :)

// Next Part

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You’re around 9-10 when you’re adopted.

Sam was on one of his last missions before retiring (the first time – then they brought him back for Falcon but that’s another story).

You were found in the middle of the battlefield that his squad had been deployed to.

Upon finding you it was obvious that you were hurt and scared, so Sam was sent to get you to safety.

As soon as possible they took you to a nearby hospital where they found your arm was broken and your body was scattered with bruises.

You had to stay in the hospital for a while until they could get any info about your parents but unfortunately, they couldn’t find anything or anyone to tell them what happened, they presumed the worse and called someone in.

Eventually a social worker arrived so they could find you a good place to stay, but you were having none of it, over the time you were there Sam had been by your side keeping you calm.

You had grabbed onto him and wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

The decision was made that a retiring Sam would be your ward for the time being, this was after he had asked if he was allowed to look after you – something that was deliberated on but eventually they agreed, and all the necessary paperwork was done.

At the start Sam struggled but with his sisters help everything was okay.

You were a very well-behaved child, he was thankful for that, you would often be entertained by your toys and never bothered Sam in the slightest.

A few years had passes with you still in his “temporary” care, when the social services came and told Sam that, if he would like, this could be your full time home.

Obviously, Sam had agreed, he had become very fatherly towards you and wouldn’t change that for the world.

So, the paperwork was signed, and you were officially Y/N Wilson.

Life was good. You were thankful for this man, a hero in your eyes, and you were happy – that’s what mattered.

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// Next Part

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Hi I hope you know ur like one of my favorite people on this app lmao. V wholesome even when the posts aren’t

reblog this post to give the person you reblogged this a gentle kiss on the forehead and a hug

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lets goooo :D 10/10

Syrup & Honey: Epilogue (Cassian Andor x FemReader, 18+)

He guides your head closer to his and gives you a long, sweet kiss. “Do I need a reason other than this?”

Oh stars, what a line. Your face must be positively goofy right now. “You didn’t need to feed half the base to get me in bed.”

“Now you tell me.”

You kiss him again. Then again. The kisses grow deeper, his hand sweeps up your back, and then he rolls you over and you pull him on top of you...

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Thank you for sticking (hah!) with me through the end.

[pez3639]

Help I stayed up all night and it’s now 6 and I have to wake up in two hours.

[pez3639]

would anyone, and i mean anyone, be interested in a joaquin torres x shield agent! reader? this poor boy is so underrated and i love him very much.

like, PLS

#tfatws #joaquin torres #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres x you #danny ramirez #self insert #pls i love him

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Where the heart is // B. B.

Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) are getting a divorce because they are silly and both love the other so damn much. (Happy Ending!)

TW: Talk of divorce. Talk of potential pregnancy and babies.

A/N: Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated. I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.] 

TAGLIST: Find the link to join my taglist in my bio. Will reblog this post with the taglist attached seperately. 

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"very complex!! lots of angst edits!!" theyre not fucking wrong

I made a what the fandom thinks of you generator

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hi, but can i steal this? this is amazing and i love

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the rings. THE RINGSSSSS. thank you so much <3

𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩-𝙢𝙚-𝙣𝙤𝙩

💌Note: My requests are OPEN! Feel free to send me story requests 💖 I had soo much fun writing this. I absolutely adore the idea! Thank you for sending me this request!

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Request by @pez3639 (thank you!): Mr.Bucky absolutely PINING over the local flower shop owner and the owner doing the same? 🧡🧡🐸

Warnings: tons of fluff and flowers

* feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people💞

After the events surrounding the shield, the Flag Smashers and Nakajima Bucky never thought he could find people who can be called family. However, Sam came into his life again absolutely spinning the dynamic around him. He accepted him as a friend, a family he never had since the 40s.

Bucky was walking down the street. He needed to go and get a cake for the party, Sarah and Sam were throwing in Louisiana. He loved that place. It was peaceful and beautiful away from everything. While he was walking and thinking about what kind of cake he needs to get, he saw a cozy flower shop under a cherry blossom tree. He didn’t come here much often but for the first time, he saw the cherry tree and the small flower shop. In front of the showcase, there were placed shelves with all kinds of flowers. You could probably smell them from miles away. “Why not? I can get some flowers for the women.” He told himself and pushed the front door.

The moment he opened the door was also the moment he wanted to never leave this place. It felt like someone brought a garden from a fairy tale and placed it into the shop. He looked around. It was full of flowers, plants he didn't even know the names of, small trees, and plant accessories. He was turning his head from left to right until something caught his attention. A girl was sitting on the counter, arms placed on the open book, eyes full of adoration. She was looking at him, which made him hold his breath.

“Are we looking for a bouquet for the girlfriend?” Your voice was soft like honey and your smile was more deadly for Bucky than everything he had fought during his life.

“Actually no. I’m going to a party in Louisiana and I figured it would be nice to get some flowers for the women.” How he managed to form words while you were looking at him like that, he didn’t know.

“I got it. I would suggest getting more gentle flowers.’’ You stood up from your position on the counter and planted yourself next to him looking in the direction he was looking at. While both of you were looking he turned his face to you. Your side profile was the most beautiful thing he had seen. Your hair was carefully flowing free and in a few places, there were small braids. Just like a fairy. He didn’t remember staring long until you looked at him small smile adoring your features.

“And what are “gentle” flowers?” He asked. He was truly interested. Bucky loved plants in general since he was little but he never got the chance to think about it now that he was free.

“Tulips will be the best for the occasion. They represent perfect love but the yellow ones are a symbol of thankfulness for someone’s efforts.” You turned your head and locked your eyes with his. For a moment, you felt as if you were drowning in them. They were blue like the ocean.

“Why are you staring like this?” He said throwing the most gorgeous smile you could ever imagine. You felt like an ocean wave flipped you over on the sand.

“Sorry. Your eyes reminded me of a flower.” You broke the eye contact feeling slightly embarrassed of your actions.

“What kind of flower?” If he thought, he was interested in the first place well now he was even more.

“It’s called forget-me-not. Back in the 15th century there was a legend saying if someone wears this flower with them, their loved ones will never forget them. Nowadays most people think they are poisonous because they often mistake them with the Chinese-forget-me-not, which is very toxic. That’s sad. Such a beautiful and pure flower.” A sad tone was painting your voice.

“I want to be her forget-me-not flower.” Bucky said to himself while gaining the courage to make something very dangerous.

“Come with me in Louisiana.” The words echo within the small space. You were standing there for a few moments, which scared him the most because he thought he made a mistake.

“I would love to! But we have to get the flowers first. Come!” You replied after a while. Excitement taking over you while you talked to get the flowers. He was following you after.

At this moment Bucky was entirely pinned in love with you. He wanted to be able to call you family. He knew he would be happy with you. He knew you only knew each other for like an hour but he had that feeling in him telling this is the right thing to do.

You were both in the car listening to some soft 40s music. The sun rays coming from the window made your skin glow under them. You looked at him. He looked happy his eyes gathering all of the bright oranges of the sun in them. “Forget-me-not flowers thrive under the sun, too.” You thought.

“What’s your favorite flower?” Bucky asked breaking the silence. You broke the contact with the window view and looked at him.

“I have two. Lotus and asphodel.” You were happy that he asked you. No one cared about this stuff.

“And what do they mean?” He was curious and it showed.

“The lotus flower means rebirth and enlightenment. They grow in the mud and die at night just to bloom again in the morning. It lives only three days. You should see them on the first day while they are still freshly bloomed, otherwise with each day their petals start to fall and in the end, they lose all of them. The asphodel is the flower of death. People say they are the flowers that cover the endless pastures of Hades. He is the ancient Greek god of the underworld. If you give it to somebody it means that your regrets will follow them into the grave.” There was a reason why these flowers were so special for you and why they had such a tragic meaning.

“You are an interesting woman Y/N. You look happy, you smile and you are kind but hearing the meaning of your favorite flowers makes me realize how much I’m interested in you. We should do this more often, huh?’’ Those eyes were seeing straight through you.

“We should.” You simply told him reaching for his hand, which was placed on the gear shifter.

*a few months later*

“Bucky! Come back here!” You were running after him losing your breath while laughing. Suddenly he came out of nowhere almost crashing your bones when you both fell onto the mattress. You giggled when you felt his breath onto your neck.

“Thank you for everything you gave me and continue to do so. You are my family. My only one.” He whispered into your ear sending goosebumps down your spine.

‘’I love you, Buck. You are my forget-me-not remember?’’ Your nose caught the smell of this cologne. You loved that smell.

He let go of your neck and looked you in the eyes before crashing his lips into yours for a passionate kiss. At this moment he finally felt free. Free to do everything with the love of his life. He remembered the day when you both exchanged promising rings, symbol of your love for each other. They were made of resin and inside them were placed little forget-me-not flowers. Nothing was strong enough to take you away from him.

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[pez3639]

hi, yea. so im so in love with this and its 8:48 in the morning and im soft. thank you sm!

Hey! Can I req a Bucky Drable with a GN reader who wears the iconic Lirika Matoshi strawberry dress and what his reaction would be?-🧡🧡

I had to look this up because I couldn’t remember what it was and my first thought was: Oh that’s adorable! I could see one of my friends wearing that!

My second was: Why is it almost $500?? What in the world???

Anyway, adorable time!

Strawberry Shortcake (Bucky x GN!Reader)

Word Count: 887

Description: Y/N caved and bought the trendy strawberry dress to save for a picnic with Bucky. His reaction takes the cake.

Warnings: Fluff, mention of Bucky’s past and what comes with it

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The dress was smoothed out by excited hands, fingers brushing over the tulle as if it would get rid of the nonexistent wrinkles. It fit perfectly, as they'd hoped. It laid right in all the right places, accentuating exactly what they wanted. The color was perfect against their skin, the contrast nice and easy on the eyes. Sometimes designers made the colors too garish to look at, no matter how pretty the design of the garment. But this...yeah, it was perfect. 

It moved so nicely around their legs as they swayed slightly to watch how it fluttered and settled into place. The little strawberries were flickering in and out of view depending on the angle. Well, they were all over, but some hid in the fold of a skirt as it swirled. Everything was set. Shoes slipped on, hair done, face prepped in whatever terms that meant to them. The last item was important and they had saved it just to be sure that it was perfect. The rose gold necklace from their one-year anniversary. 

It wasn't anything too special or something big to write home about, but it was perfect for them. Two hearts interlocked on a simple chain. A gift from James Buchanan Barnes, the man they'd been a partner to for almost three years now. This necklace was still incredibly important to them despite the other gifts. 

That first year had been the roughest, what with Bucky learning how to live without the burden and risk of being the Winter Soldier. They had their ups and downs. Their fights and grievances. Times where Bucky would disappear and sleep on the floor of Sam's apartment for a couple of days. He'd once been found slumped against the wall outside, having forgotten where the spare key was. The nightmares were another problem, but they dealt with them as they came. 

They didn't give up. And here they were, three years later. Happy and most importantly, together. But at the exact current moment...

"Y/N! I'm home! Tony let us go early since we just came back. Let me know when you're ready to go on that picnic." Bucky called from the living room, keys jingling as he tossed them into the bowl by the door. 

"Don't you want to clean up first?" They called back, sparing another glance at their appearance in the mirror. They had to admit, they looked pretty damn cute. 

"Cleaned up at the compound. Didn't want to keep you waitin', considerin' the weather's nice. Perfect time for a picnic." 

"Okay! Just give me a second to grab a sweater." Y/N quickly grabbed the light sweater from the closet, checking to make sure it matched before leaving the bedroom. They wished for a moment that they'd set up their camera to record his reaction to the dress. It had been a trend on TikTok for a while now and they wanted to give it a shot.

Bucky was leaned against the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone absently. At the sound of his partner's footsteps, he looked up. He paused, mouth slightly agape as he took in their appearance. A smile started to creep up, curling his lips upward. His eyes crinkled up at the corners and the blue lit up with adoration.

"Well? What do you think?" They did a spin for him, just fast enough to show the effect of the tulle skirt as it flared out.

"Babydoll, I'm...speechless," Bucky admitted, wetting his lips briefly. He kept looking them up and down, trying to figure out where to look first. "Makes a guy want to get down on one knee."

"Oh my god, Buck." They laughed, hiding their bright smile with their hand.

"I'm serious! God, you're beautiful." Bucky rounded the counter and gently took their hands. He led them into another spin, pulling them back into him, arms wrapping loosely around their waist. "Perfect day for a picnic. Perfect outfit for my baby. It's like today is s'posed to be for us."

"You're so cheesy sometimes." Y/N looped their arms around his neck, swaying slightly with him like they were dancing. It was natural with him if they were honest. Whenever they ended up in this position together, they started to slow dance. Even if there wasn't any music.

"Yeah. But you love it." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to their forehead. 

"I do." Y/N couldn't help but smile. He always had that effect on them. 

"Y'know...I think there's a new nickname somewhere here that I can find." Bucky teased, arching an eyebrow. "Hmm...strawberries...you're shorter than me. And sweet as cake."

"Oh, stop it." Y/N felt their face flush and buried into his shoulder to hide it. He chuckled and rested his chin on the top of their head. 

"You're my Strawberry Shortcake, babydoll," Bucky said, warmth and love in his voice. He'd gotten lucky to get such an understanding and caring partner. Especially with his past. "C'mon. We should go before the weather decides to suddenly change." 

Y/N pulled away and went to get the blanket ready while Bucky went to grab the basket. He sent a quick glance to his partner before swiping a small, black velvet box out of a drawer and hiding it in his pocket.

Makes a guy want to get down on one knee.

[pez3639]

Heineken and a Fire

"So I was looking at that picture that saved christmas and nye of Pedro with Oscar drinking a beer and now I'm having thots about sitting on his or any of his characters' lap while they're drinking a beer. Idk just imagine sitting there and lying back on him, while he chats with someone, sipping on a Heineken."

I love this idea so much. All credit and dedications go to @mando-amando for coming up with idea <3 kinda changed the propt bc i had this for a really long time in my inbox and needed to push something out!

Frankie Morales x Reader (Established Relationship!)

Being in a relationship with Francisco Morales, there was never a dull moment. You were always surrounded by friends, love, and especially beer. Always beer. Whether it was Coors or Miller Lite, beer was always the common factor. On the nights where the two of you stayed in and ate take out, it was Budweiser. When out at the bar with work colleagues, he would order Corona. But on nights like this, surrounded by close friends, basically family, everyone would enjoy Heineken.

"So me and her were sitting across from each other. I was already piss drunk so I was a hand full..." Benny was currently standing opposite of you and using wild hand gestures to convey his story. His poor brother on his left of him had to deal with the frequent beer spills on him when Benny would get too excited and embellish his story with a wave of his arms. Beer spills aside, Will seemed to have gotten used to Benny's antics by now and was smiling just a bit at how his younger brother could be such a dork.

While that was happening, Santiago and Frankie were indulged in their own conversation and gave sparing glances to the Miller duo. Most of their conversation was a tornado of English and Spanish words, so only bits and fragments could be understood by you. This wasn't a rare occurrence, in fact it was quite the opposite. When the two friends are together, they often have their own secret conversations shared. The miller boys like to imagine that the Spanish speaking men are discussing ways to propose to you. Benny had once said it a little too loudly and you had never seen Frankie glare at someone so quickly before. Needless to say, that interaction only stoked the fire. You were snapped out of your gaze when Frankie and Pope had stood up, still talking, and walked inside through the sliding backdoor. You had figured they were just going to get another beer, so you turned your attention back to Benny. Will had somehow ended up with most of Benny's beer in his lap. You sat there and watch as the eldest Miller brother pushed Benny flat on his ass, the pair laughing as thew wrestled. Watching the boys was good entertainment an all but your mind still lingered on you boyfriend. Curiosity killed the cat so you made a move to get up and go inside.

"Where you goin, mi vida?" Just in the nick of time, Frankie emerged from the kitchen with a smug Santi trailing behind him."You leaving me to go see that secret boyfriend of yours?"

Looking to you left as he sat down, you could see the slowly dwindling flame die down in the reflection of his eyes. "Yes, I'm truly sorry my love. My side piece has gotten the balls to propose and whisk me away to an amazing vacation in his small country of which he rules over". Seeing the way his eyes crinkle at the corner when he smiles was worth the odd stares from the boys. It always would be. "Well I feel like I should warn the poor sap. I doubt he knows of what a blanket hog you are." The audacity of this man. Its lucky for him your so head over heels for him, because the both of you know that you would wait til the end of time for this man to propose to you. Until then, the blankets are yours, along with his heart

#frankie morales x reader #frankie x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales x you #triple frontier #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x reader #im so soft

[pez3639]

this...im.... AHHHHHH ty so much for this :D

Hey! Can I Request a Bucky Barnes fic where he has a girl who dresses very alternatively and has a bunch of tattoos and piercings. Maybe one day she got a star tattoo on her upper left arm and hes just like “🥺”- much love,🧡🧡

This is the most cutest thing ever 🥺 yes, it's a little short but I found it cute

My Star

As your shoes hit the concrete ground you nervously make your way across the street to a nearby tattoo shop. Originally you had texted your husband you were going to do some errands, little did he know those errands involved a new tattoo to add to your collection.

"Hello, welcome to Trixie's tattoos, what can I help you with today?" She asks, chewing away at the gum in her mouth.

"Hi, yes, I would like a tattoo on my shoulder right here." You pointed. "Of a star, please?"

Looking at your arm closely she nods. "Yeah sweetie, I can do that, just sit right there and I'll be over in just a second."

Nodding back, you take a seat. Taking out your phone you text bucky on how you would be later than you expected. He tells you it's fine, but be safe and you place your phone down, fidgeting with your septum piercing.

"Okay, so right mid in the shoulder right?" She asks.

"Yeah, right in the middle." You affirm.

Once she got her equipment set, she began tattooing your arm, and giggling when you explained it was for your husband. An hour passes by and she wipes off the remaining ink and places protection over the newly tattooed area.

"There, all set."

"Thank you so much!"

"No prob, sweetie, that'll be $60." She explains.

"Here you are. Have a great day." You wave with your other hand.

Walking back home, you see bucky at the window Sighing to himself that you're home. Opening the door you see him give you a look.

"'A little late' didn't explain the whole hour you've been gone! Doll, where'd you go?" He questions.

"Well, if you must know, I went to the tattoo place nearby, and got this." You roll up your sleeve, showing him the star. "Twins." You smile.

His mouth agape, Bucky picks you up and spins you around. "I love you, I love you I love you I love you!" He giggles.

"I love you too." You kiss him, his hands massage your hair, grinning like a child.

"Now, how does dinner sound?" He places you down, looking at the tattoo again. Then back to your face.

"Sounds great right now, love." You smile.

<The End>

[pez3639]

Thoughts on a Frankie song Fic based on Heatwaves by Glass Animals?

Already kinda outlining it but just wanna know what some of you guys thought

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #triple frontier #pedro pascal

[pez3639]

Hi honey! Can you give me some Obi Wan Kenobi? Maybe a little something after he drops Luke off at Uncle Owen. He needs some comfort in the desert all alone. ❤️ thank you!

Leaving the Jedi order was both the easiest and hardest thing you've ever done. You poured your life to this cause, yet when Master and General Obi-Wan Kenobi asked you to leave with him, you left like it had been just a dream that you'd forget in an hour. The look he had in his eyes, better yet, the lack of one. His pale blue eyes that always had a glimmer of hope had been dimmed, no doubt by the fact that his now knighted padawan had turned on him. The way Obi-Wan had looked at you screamed that he was in desperate need of help and security. So you decided to give that to him no matter what it cost you.

The trip to Tatooine was a quiet one. Obi-Wan didn't talk much and the the newborn in your arms was relatively peaceful. You could feel the power in him though, and it scared you. Not for yourself, but for the man flying the ship. You knew that he felt only guilt when it came to the recent events of Anakin. The feeling was coming off of him in wave and any force user would be out of their mind to not feel or recognize it. This baby was a direct link to the most powerful man in galaxy and there's nothing to say that he wont turn out like his father. This worries both of the now exiled jedi.

You were torn from you internal worry when Obi had announced your arrival on the planet over taken by sand. You could hardly keep your footing with how much it shifted. Tucking little Luke further under your chin, you turn to see Obi-Wan coming down the ramp of the ship.

"Would you like me to take him?"

Such a kind and caring soul even in his own time of tragedy. Talking a once over of him you could see how the past days have taken a toll. His always neat hair now out of place resting on his forehead. His endless blue eyes that held universes that the galaxy couldn't dream of were now staring you down with a melancholy gaze. His immaculate beard now untrimmed and slightly overgrown from its neglect. His pristine robes marred with the sins of yesterday and the weight of your unsure future. In spite of all of this, he is still a beacon of warmth for you.

"No, Its okay. We're going to be walking for a bit and I have no idea where I'm going. Leave the baby to me while you handle navigation"

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Even though you had barely known Luke, giving him up was the hardest thing to do at that moment. You had to give up the only thing that connected you to the light of Anakin and his secret wife. Senator Amidala, or Padme as you had known her, was a close friend of yours. After being assigned as one of her guards, you had grown close. Her death broke your heart, almost as much as Anakins death broke Obi- Wan's heart. Two broken hearts coming together to mend each other through the tragedies of their friends and loved ones.

The ram shack hut that Obi had somehow found was far behind what you were used to at the jedi temple, but you could make it work. Decorations could wait until later though, the most important issue was the man with you. You could still feel the energy radiating off of him. Instead of guilt, it was sorrow and compassion. An odd mix but you were sure he could feel the same energy coming from you.

"Obi, talk to me. Please. We haven't spoke of what happened on Mustafar."

He looked at you with watery eyes from where he sat. "He...Palpatine had promised... Anakin knew Padme would die in birth but he believed that he could save her." He looked down and supported his head by lying his mouth and nose on his clasped hands. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Oh, Obi-Wan." You were immediately by his side, couching on the floor to meet his eyes. You grabbed his hands and pulled him to you. He fell to the floor on his knees and buried his head into the crook of your neck. You could feel his tears sliding down your neck and under your robes. His started to mumbled into you, most of it being incoherent babels, but there was some that you could make out. Mainly it being how he thought it was his fault.

"Look at me. Right now," You pulled his head out of your neck and cradled his face. "Obi- Wan Kenobi, this is not your fault, and it never will be. There is nothing that you could've done that would stop Anakin from turning. Do you understand me?" He looked at you with those wonderful eyes, the ones that still paralyze you to this day, and nodded. You brought him back to you chest and cried with him on the floor. You cried for Anakin, Padme, the separated twins, and the man you held in your arms. Even though it was hard right now, you knew that with him by your side and you by his, it would all be ok.

#obi wan kenobi #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #star wars imagine #request